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storiesofsvu · 3 months

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Decadent Desire Ch 8

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut, rougher sex (ish), minor breeding kink. ngl it almost feels like a bit of a filler chapter, but it reunites what bits i had combined previously to make full chapters. Also sometimes filler is needed, I needed something else in there to break things up and that's why i kept staring at the word doc having NO clue what i wanted to do. SO, hopefully it doesn't take two weeks til the next update. lol. thank you for reading, extra bonus love to everyone who comments, sends asks and reblogs! you're the best!

After a lavish breakfast of stuffed French toast, all the delicious sides you could ask for and the best tasting coffee you’d had in ages you figured you should take advantage of the fancy shower once more. You took your time, scrubbing your skin with exfoliant before washing with a rose scented body wash and combing through your hair with a leave in conditioner. Wrapping yourself in one of the fuzzy robes you added in some hair treatment, doing your best job of braiding your still damp locks to air dry while sipping on a second cup of coffee. Finally it was check out time so you collected your things and headed downstairs, the Sunday morning air was the perfect balance of crisp while warm, the breeze floating through the streets spreading the sense of summer on the way.

You weren’t totally surprised when you found a bouquet of flowers on your front step, a note from Emily in the florists font scrawled across the front. Scooping it up you took it inside, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the kitchen island before unwrapping the flowers. Picking a vase from the cabinet you filled it with some water and placed the bouquet inside, placing them on the coffee table to display. You dug through your bag for your phone, finally finding it and opening the text chain with Emily.

‘The flowers are gorgeous, thank you.’

‘You’re such a good girl I figured you deserved a little treat.’

‘It’s much appreciated.’

‘Speaking of… your upcoming events, do you need anything for them?’

‘I’m picking up a couple of dresses from alterations this week, haven’t looked through my accessories though.’

‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

‘Thank you. Enjoy New York, eat a bagel or a slice of pizza for me.’

‘Oh now that’s just a guarantee’

You chuckled as you locked your phone, sliding it back onto the island before you turned back to the fridge, eyes flicking through what was left and still usable for you to meal prep a bit for the upcoming week.

Said upcoming week flew by faster than you’d expected, likely due to all of the added on extra tasks you had to complete by six p.m. on Friday. Even with the slew of assistants strewn through Heather’s team, everything had to be perfect, double or triple checked, approved by Heather or yourself before appointments were confirmed, meetings were booked, or things were publicized or printed. You often wondered if it was actually financially worth having your own personal assistant considering the amount of things you either did yourself or had to be redone. (Not that it really mattered to you, they weren’t on your payroll).

Friday’s banquet wasn’t much for you to worry about, just made sure you were dressed the part and were ready when the car rolled up to your condo. Dinner was over and cocktails were in full swing, time for schmoozing, networking and making sure that everyone went home remembering the Dunbar name and philosophy. You’d stepped outside briefly after dinner, chatting with a congressman while he had a cigar and gave you the opportunity to stretch your legs. Walking back inside you found a high top table to settle against, pulling out your work phone to read a handful of emails.

“You know, you are allowed to put that thing away, right?” Heather teased, sliding a glass of Cristal across the table to you and you rolled your eyes, locking the device.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew I was confirming some very affluent last minute sponsors for tomorrow.” You took a sip of the champagne, thinking back to your conversation on the terrace “and you’re welcome, Blythe will be voting in favour next week.”

“Good girl.” She grinned, clinking her glass with yours before her eyes drifted to the bracelet around your wrist. Her gaze lingered for a moment then moved upward and she reached out, lifting your earring with a curled finger before her eyes dropped to the gem resting on the swell of your chest. “Matching set?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded over a sip of your drink.

“Haven’t seen it before.”

“It’s new.” You replied, a small smirk on the corner of your mouth.

“Looks expensive.”

“If you’re trying to suggest it’s out of my budget, you’d be correct.”

“It’s nice to see Emily has good taste.”

“Among other things.” There was a gleam in your eye that Heather was eager to find out more about, a smirk on her lips as she took another sip of her drink.

“Glad to hear.” Was all she had time to reply with when another body sauntered up to your table.

“Not surprised to see you two here.” Tony greeted with a wide smile, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek before he reached out a hand, “Ms. Dunbar.”

“You know, I am surprised to see you here.”

“Drew the short straw.” He shrugged, “director had something come up, Gibbs would rather be caught dead than at one of these things and McGee doesn’t know his Dolce from American Eagle.”

“What about that other Agent you have right now, the little feisty one?” Heather asked, sly smile on her lips as Tony chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck in an attempt to distract from the blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Ziva? These aren’t really her style; she wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“I mean you could’ve at least brought her as a date, shown her the ropes so she knows for next time.” You offered, nudging at his shoulder and he let out another little huff.

“Oh, no, I mean, she’d hate that. She’d spend half the night flirting her way through the crowd and the other half having to convince everyone we weren’t actually together.”

“So she’s available?” Heather asked with a teasing smirk, pulling an awkward laugh from Tony.

“I— uh, well…” He stuttered, “maybe a little too… controlling… to be your style.” He suddenly leant against the table with his elbow, “but you know McGee does have a sister…”

“Do tell.” Heather grinned over the rim of her glass, pulling an eye roll from you.

“No!” You punched Tony’s arm before swatting in Heather’s direction. “Your dance card is already full,” you turned to Tony, “and she is way too young.”

“From what I heard, that’s how she likes it.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes as Heather chuckled.

“Age is just a number.”

“She graduated high school last year. That puts her younger than your kids.” You retorted, watching the way Heather’s nose crinkled before she laughed, happy to have found some amount of amusement from a night like tonight.

She let out a soft sigh as her eyes fixated on something across the room, “there’s Conway, looks like my time is now.” She turned back to you, “Durant may need some more convincing and I haven’t seen Sharp yet.”

“Please, all I need to do is bat my eyelashes in Jackie’s general direction and she’ll do whatever I want.”

“That’s why I keep you around.” With a smile and a nod to DiNozzo, she scooped up her champagne flute and made her way across the ballroom.

“Was… she serious?” He asked hesitantly and you laughed.

“No!” You took another gulp of your drink, “besides, like I said, her schedule’s full, she can’t take on more right now.”

“Speaking of schedules.” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you, “I’m surprised to see you here on a weekend, thought those were for secret romps and exchanges of sugar.”

“You know, sometimes I wonder just how suave of a man you could be if you just let your brain think things through before they came out of your mouth.”

“Stop.” He groaned, leaning against the table as he turned to you, “or are you just saving your hot date for tomorrow night?”

“This week didn’t line up, I’ve got that fundraiser all weekend, which, you should bring your team to make it a little family outing.”

“I’ll think about it.” He took a swig of his beer, “really puts a wrench in your plans then, I can already tell you’re getting grumpy.”

“Anthony…” you warned, “we met up last weekend. It was kind of last minute but we made use of the time we had.”

“So no hot dates during the week?”

“Not usually, but we’re both busy, plus she was in New York all week at conferences.”

“A rich woman, who travels for work,” he began to tick them off on his fingers, “outranks NCIS, has significant style tastes, works full time during the week and sometimes weekends… are you sure you aren’t dating a politician.”

“I—” you paused, head tilting for a second before you nodded, “yes. Government employed but not by the White House.”

“Isn’t everyone technically government employed?”

“And we’re not dating, I thought you of all people would understand the stipulations of a financial beneficiary pairing.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” He asked, eyes gleaming.

“She buys me nice things, pays for my hair or nail appointments, adds to my jewellery collection, makes sure my fridge is always full, sends fresh flowers weekly.” You spotted one of the people Heather wanted you to talk to on the other side of the room and drained your drink, “and in return I meet up with her at high end hotels on the weekends and let her fuck my brains out.”

Even though Tony had been expecting it, your brashness still left him choking on his beer as you smirked at him, picking up your empty glass to grab a refill from the bar and one for Durant.

Seven days later and fucking your brains out was exactly what Emily was doing.

It had been less than an hour and if she’d asked you about dinner, you wouldn’t have been able to remember a single thing. All you could think about was the feeling of her buried inside you, hitting deeper with each powerful thrust of her hips. Your hands clawed at the bedspread, eyes scrunched shut as your cunt pulsed around the toy, moans louder with each time she sunk into you. Her hands tightly gripped your hips, hard enough you were sure there would be fingerprint shaped bruises come morning. You let out a little whimper, your nipples rubbing against the duvet every time she fucked into you, the multiple sensations driving you absolutely wild.

“More…” you groaned out, a gasp leaving your lips when she spanked you.

“God you really do like it rough, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” You managed to nod, fire shooting through your body, your clit throbbing as you ground it down onto the bed.

“Gonna need you to come soon princess.” She dropped over your body, husking into your ear while one hand tangled into your hair, yanking at the roots and you let out a blissful cry. Her mouth latched onto your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin as her free had wound around your middle, fingers pinching at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out, “oh fuu-cck. Don’t stop!”

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, holding back any louder moans, whimpers and whines bouncing off the walls along with the wet sounds coming from your pussy. Your juices coated Emily’s cock, smearing across both of your thighs, more than enough for her to gather up as she rubbed your clit. She could feel you trembling in her arms, your hips bucking back against hers as you started to lose control.

“That’s it baby, you’re so close. Come for me.” She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot on your skin right as she pressed harder on your clit and you were coming undone in her arms, a shaky cry coming from deep in your throat.

“Oh fuck…” you muttered, collapsing down onto the bed while she continued to fuck you through your orgasm, her hips slowing just a hint.

“So good for me.” She panted, “where do you want my cum? In that pretty mouth? Hmm? Or maybe on this gorgeous ass?” A breathy gasp left your lips when she spanked you again and you moaned, pussy fluttering around her cock as you were coming up on a second orgasm.

“Inside me!” You whined, “please!”

“She likes it rough and she’s dirty?” Emily chuckled, “we’ve got a lot more to explore.”

She watched as your body shivered, thighs clenching together and your hands bunched tightly into fists as your second peak washed over you and then she let out a groan, stilling with her hips right against yours. Her hand quickly found the base of the toy, squeezing hard and you let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of her spilling deep inside you. Emily’s hand soothed up and down your back, watching as you caught your breath before she pulled the toy almost all of the way out of your pussy. She let out a low swear at the sight of it coated in a mixture of your cum and the lube before slowly nudging it back into you, fucking her cum deeper into your drenched cunt. You trembled again, a sheen of goosebumps breaking out on your skin and she finally pulled out of you, skilfully ridding herself of the strap to be dealt with later.

“Christ…” you muttered, your head burying itself into the pillows and Emily let out a small chuckle as she dropped down onto the bed beside you.

“Seems like you’re a little fucked senseless?” She offered and you let out a small laugh, your eyes barely blinking open to look over at her.

“Not to deflate your ego,” you let out a large yawn, “because you certainly did, but I am also just completely fucking wiped. I barely slept all week. Between Heather’s bill proposals and the upcoming endorsements I’ve been working twenty hour days.” Emily snuck under the blankets, an arm draping over the top of the pillows and you practically nuzzled into her side, yawning again as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Hey!” She swatted at your side, “none of that, you need to use the bathroom.”

“C’mon…” you whined, burrowing yourself deeper into the blankets and Emily tsk’d at you, pinching your chin until you opened your eyes.

“If you want me to come inside you again you’re going to use the bathroom missy.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, shivering as you pushed back the blankets and padded to the en-suite, much to Emily’s satisfaction. You returned a few minutes later, make up wiped from your face and teeth brushed, climbing back into the bed as you let out another yawn, curling around Emily’s side. “Are you staying?”

She shrugged, “got nowhere else to be. You mind if I keep the tv on?”

“Not at all. I’ll probably be dead to the world anyways.”

She chuckled softly, feeling you relax against her body as she started to flick through the channels. It wasn’t that late and while her week had been long it clearly hadn’t been as taxing as yours was. You were asleep within minutes, softly snoring against her and she made a mental note to start sending you good night texts in an attempt to make sure you were getting enough rest.

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braxlrose · 1 year

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CAN WE GET THEM BILL NSFW HC PLS 🙏🙏 LOADS OF EM’ TOO. TY MA 🫶

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

(MY ENGLISCH IS SO BAD IN THIS OMG IM SO SORRY 😭)

I'm a full on believer that this man loves everything.

Titties, ass, thighs etc.

I don't really think he likes one more than the other, he loves them all and whatever he can get he'll take it 😍

The first time you two did it was super fucking awkward

Yall didn't know wtf you were doing but you ended up getting the hang of it and it was really sweet

Yall know what aftercare is? Bill is the actual defintion of it.

See ^^^ 😇

He will clean you off (if you guys didn't use a condom), make you a bath, light fucking candles and all that shit, wash your body, hair, (ik bros got the best shampoo and conditioner), and once yall are out he'll kiss your entire body

Get you snacks

Water soda juice

Whatever you want, he'll find a way to get it

He's a really intimate guy so he doesn't like the thought of just falling asleep after and not giving you any reassurance

I feel like he really likes any position where he can see your face aka missionary, mating press, legs over his shoulders, up against a wall, cowgirl, etc.

He just loves seeing your facial expressions

Plus it's harder to hide your moans if your not face down in a pillow 🤭

Unless he's super horny

He takes his time with you

He'll kiss you what feels like forever before moving down to your neck to fill it up with hickies

And then once he's finally done he'll lay on top of you and suck your nipples

Bonus points if you have piercings there

And he does all this shit with his hands

Grazing them lightly up and down your body to make you shiver

He'll give you like a million hickies on your stomach and boobs

He also definitely does the thing where you make a heart of hickies

Like I said, HE LOVES taking his time with you

Also

HE DOES THE KNEE THING

bros a big ass mfn tease

ima be upfront

he's a little asshole

Backtracking a bit to making out is when he does it, and right when you start humping your dumb little cunt against him is when he stops

cuz he's a fckn asshole

Loves hearing you whine

It makes his dick so hard

And I think we all know he's got a big dick

So he likes to prep you a ton before putting it in bc he doesn't want to actually hurt you

He's eats you out like his life depends on it

And he actually doesn't understand guys who don't like going down on girls

Like full on straight guys who don't like doing it? Makes NO sense to him bc he loves it

He loves toying with you little clit and the way you grip his hair as he shoves his tongue out of your dumb little hole

You've got hair down there?

He doesn't care

Pussy is pussy and he'll take what he can get bc he loves it

He also feels bad if you've sucked him off and he hasn't done anything yet

He believes in equal balance between you two

ON THAT TOPIC

If he's sitting on the edge of the bed while you suck him off, he's gripping the sheets like his life depends on it

Unless you're going too slow

Then his grab your hair and face fuck you until he cums 😍

As long as your okay w/ that

He doesn't want to do anything your not okay with

Which means the first couple times you guys had sex he was asking like a billion questions

"Is this okay?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Did that hurt?!"

"Are you positive your okay?"

"Are you sure"

"If you want to stop we can"

You're gonna have to shut him up, even though it's super sweet 🥰

If you guys are ever trying anything new, he always makes sure you're okay with it and even while in the middle of something he makes sure your okay, just in case you wanna stop

SHOWER FUCKING 🗣🗣🗣

It's so good

It'll usually start out w/ you two washing eachothers body and then either one of you or both of you get horny asf and just end up making out with his dick pounding you like the world will stop spinning if he stops

And since yall are already in the shower, there's already some aftercare done for him

He said in an interview once (I don't remember which one) but he likes girls who are a challenge so he really likes brats

I don't think he'd be like a hard dom or anything, (I could never see him as one) but he does like putting you in your place sometimes

But he doesn't like power dynamics with sex, he gets grossed out by that kind of stuff

He doesn't like feeling like he's got power over you or can manipulate you or something

That makes him sick

But he does like brats and I stand by that 🙍🏻‍♀️

Anyways

Sit. On. His. Face.

He loves it

"But I'll crush you" bro does not care AT ALL.

69ing is a must sometimes

Sucking his dick while he fucks you with his tongue? He'll cum so quick you guys

Which brings me to riding him

He loves it so good

As much as he likes being a top, having you on top of him just using him to cum makes him cum.

You just look so fucking good on top of him he can't help it

OMG SUCK HIM OFF IN AN INTERVIEW???

I can just imagine him trying to hide his face and moans while talking

Him bringing his hand under the table to put on top of your head and bob your head up and down his dick

He'll start coughing like fucking crazy if you accidentally gag on his dick

He likes the adrenaline of getting caught, but to actually get caught?

Nah he'd die on the spot.

now ik some people will disagree with me on this, but I don't think he'd wanna share you with tom

Ik some people headcanon he would, but like I said before he's a very intimate person and wants to be the only one seeing your body

ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED ❤❤❤ LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE POOKS 😘

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #fluff #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell #bill being the little flirty cutie pie he is #bill kaulitz smut tokio hotel #tokio hotel edits #tokio hotel fanfics #bill kaulitz fanfics

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mugloversonly · 8 months

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@steddieas-shegoes I loved your ficlets about the boys after a mutual ending. But as much as I love sad boy hours...I can't stand my boys staying sad. So I wrote a happy ending that I hope you enjoy.

rating: G

if you see a typo I probably saw it and didn't fix it. Enjoy!

Steve groaned as the ringing phone woke him up. He glanced out his window and saw it was barely sunrise.

He ignored the phone for a minute until he heard the machine pick up. The voice he has been longing for for six months came through. "Hey Steve, it's Eddie." Steve shot off the bed and ran towards the phone his heart racing. "I know it's a little out of the blue for me to be calling, but I" Steve yanked the phone off the hook, interrupting whatever he was going to say.

"Eddie, hi" Steve exclaimed breathlessly. Eddie gasped and went silent. "Sorry, the phone woke me up". Steve glanced at the clock and was relieved to see that it was still early.

"Oh, shit. Sorry I forgot about the time difference."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad to hear from you." Steve said suddenly feeling shy.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked. Steve recognized that tone. He can perfectly imagine Eddie pulling a chunk of hair in front of his mouth.

"Yeah, I was actually going to call you today. Looks like you beat me to it." Steve smiled as Eddie let out a small chuckle.

"Great minds and all that. So I was wondering" Eddie began before pausing to take a deep breath. "You can totally say no and I would understand…I mean I get it after everything…I just…well I wanted to know if you'd want to maybe…" he trailed off. Steve blinked tears from his eyes and took a leap.

"Would it be alright if I came to a show?" Steve blurted. Eddie was quiet on the other end. IF it wasn't for his breathing, Steve would have thought he hung up.

"You want to?" He breathed.

"Of course. What are the dates and times of all your upcoming shows?" Steve asks. Eddie rattles off a few places. He has a show tomorrow in Miami. Would it be weird for Steve to go all the way to Miami last minute? Probably. Fuck it. He's waited for long enough.

"There's the show in a month in Chicago. We can meet up then. But, I'll have a ticket waiting for you at all the shows just in case". Just then someone called Eddie in the background. "One sec!" He shouted back. "I have to go" he sounded reluctant. Like if they hung up, he would never see Steve again.

"I get it. I'll see you soon okay, Eds?" Steve whispered the nickname. Eddie's breath hitched.

"Yeah, soon" his voice was thick like he was trying to keep from crying. Steve smiled fondly. His Eddie was always quick to tears. "Bye, Stevie. I…I'll see you soon." He promised. Steve heard another shout and then all he heard was the dial tone. He took a moment to collect himself before making his way to the stairs. He had a concert to get to.Steve smiled fondly.

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Eddie paced the floor of the green room. Steve wanted to come to a show. In fact he asked Eddie! He wasn't sure if Steve would even want to talk to him, let alone see him again. He knew they both agreed to this separation, but he worried Steve would grow to hate him. He's never been more glad to be wrong. At least, he hopes he's wrong. Someone wouldn't fly last minute just to say they hated someone. Right? And someone wouldn't fly half way across the country for someone he could see in a month. Either way, he expected to see Steve in Chicago. A PA knocked on the door to give him a 5 minute warning.

And to tell him that Steve picked up his ticket. Eddie froze. He hadn't expected Steve to come all the way to Miami. Eddie shook his head and directed the PA to have Steve escorted to the green room after the show. He also made sure to tell her to bring Steve a cup of his favorite mint tea and to tell him that Eddie would be there as soon as the meet and greets are over. She nodded and went on her way.

He made his way to take his place with the band. Before they could go on he blurted "Steve's here." The rest of Corroded Coffin stared at him in silence. They couldn't say anything before they got their cue to begin. All four boys made their way to the stage. Eddie in the center.

"Hello, freaks of Miami!" Eddie shouted into the mic. "You ready for this shit?" There was a roar in the crowd as he hit his first chord. His eyes scanned the crowd until he spotted Steve. His beautiful Stevie looking just as out of place as usual with his polo and light wash jeans. He tried his best to keep his gaze away but his eyes were always drawn back to him.

He felt like he spent the whole concert looking right at Steve. Maybe he had.

All in all, the show was great. They got a huge round of applause and gave two encores. By the end, Eddie was jittery. He wanted to get this meet and greet over with. Ever loyal to his fans, he didn't let on to anyone that he was in a rush. The only people who saw how off he was was the band. And they didn't comment.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he made his way to the green room. He took a deep breath before he knocked twice. Then he opened the door.

Standing on the other side was a sight from his dreams. "Stevie" he whispered, breathless.

"Hey, Eds." Steve replied with a shy smile. Tears filled Eddie's eyes and before he could think, he launched himself into Steve's arms. Steve caught him with barely a stumble, his jock reflexes coming in handy. He couldn't say anything as the tears poured down his face. He felt his shirt getting damp and knew Steve was crying too.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." Eddie cried. "I shouldn't have left, I should have waited." Steve gently pulled back and cupped Eddie's face.

"No love" he whispered as he wiped Eddie's cheeks. "I should have come with you. I was scared. I thought it would be less scary to stay then to leave. But I was wrong." He pulled Eddie back into the hug. "I missed you and I have never felt fear like I did while we were apart. I'm ready to follow you anywhere." He promised.

It was Eddie's turn to pull back. "Are you sure?" He asked. Steve smirked and pointed to the corner. Eddie looked over and saw two huge suitcases and a large dufflebag. He met Steve's eyes and smiled.

He couldn't hold back another second. Eddie caressed Steve's cheeks before pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Steve's lips were soft against his and as they moved with each other, Eddie finally felt at home. It was a chaste kiss, until Steve licked the seam of his mouth. Eddie opened to grant Steve access and he didn't waste his opportunity to kiss Eddie breathless. After a few minutes Eddie reluctantly pulled back and rested their foreheads together.

"Come back to my hotel?" Eddie asked. They had a lot to talk about, and the venue's green room was not the place.

Steve nodded and they took a cab to Eddie's hotel. Once there, Steve asked to use the shower and Eddie pointed him in that direction. As he waited he sat on the bed, his chest felt lighter than it had in months.

When Steve stepped out of the bathroom, Eddie took his turn. As he got in the shower, he saw Steve's shampoo on the shelf next to his. He let out a wet laugh and reached for it. Somehow he knew that Steve had used his shampoo too. As he washed his hair, Eddie knew. Things would be alright. His dream was finally a reality.

Fin

#steddie #angst with a happy ending #get back together #makeup fic #continuation

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fearecia · 25 days

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In this ongoing learning curve of "oh, these symptoms are actually an allergy response," I've come across some products for use around my house. I've been dealing with dryness on my hands for absolute years, requiring daily moisturizing to combat and keeping cuticle clippers handy to trim off the hang-nails before they get ripped off. I also trim off the slivers of skin that peel back from behind my nails (not technically hang-nails, I don't think).

For the record, I've always struggled with Dawn dish soap (aggressively dries out my hands and will make my knuckles itch and split) and generally stuck to Palmolive (raised on it). I have always been allergic to Dove products (bar soaps, body wash, etc - I blamed the moisturizers in them. No idea if that's the real culprit or not) and have generally used Softsoap or similar products for hand soap. After discovering that everything I was using had fragrance I couldn't smell, I swapped to these products that I could find in my local WinCo.

Ecos Hypoallergenic Dish Soap

Seems to be as effective as the Palmolive. I might be using a bit more soap for the same degreasing effects, or it might just be that since I haven't found a major refill bottle to buy, I'm noticing how fast I go through a bottle (I'm very aggressive in my dish soap use, so this isn't unusual).

Sappho Hill Bar Soaps

I got the Natural one and stuck one on a soap tray in each bathroom in my house. Rinses nicely off my hands and leaves that clean feeling. I haven't aggressively tested it against oils and grease from working on the motorcycle or something similar yet.

The overall redness of my hands has decreased and I'm not struggling with massive levels of dryness anymore. I haven't been picking up the cuticle clippers hardly at all either anymore, though I will admit to not having been paying as close attention to that side effect. I think my nails may also be getting stronger, but I think that correlates more with oral antihistamines more than the soaps. I've had the new products in use for 2-3 weeks now. I think I noted the possible changes in nail thickness over a month ago.

Now that I'm paying more attention, I think I'm also reacting to my shampoo and conditioner, and maybe the body wash. I installed a shower filter that I think made a small difference in the level of red on my chest after taking a shower, but I'm definitely still having issues there. Now that I'm paying attention, the redness pattern seems primarily isolated to my hands, forearms, face and chest, which tracks with the shampoo and conditioner. And I've definitely seen that it shows up right after using my shampoo. So that will be getting swapped out next.

I've also had oily hair but a flaky scalp for like... Ever. I had a brief period of time where that went away when I was being treated for acne with whatever that Vit-A derivative medication is. And then it went away again for a week or two when I was taking all the MCAS meds (I sadly ran into problems with the pharmacy for one medication and started reacting to another, so had to quit both of them). I'm kinda hoping that maybe the oily hair/dry scalp problem is another allergy related issue that I can treat with the appropriate products.

For moisturizing, I currently use Renew Lotion by the Melaleuca Company*. I started using it years ago when I lived on the top of the mountain in Colorado and my skin could not stay hydrated at all. Most lotions barley got me through 24 hours. This stuff took care of my skin for like a week. I've had multiple people who are medical professionals try it and love it (because it helps combat the dryness of constantly washing their hands). I've also had folks who have eczema use it and claim it is better than their prescription lotions. It's not cheap, but it's worth every penny in terms of how much less you need of it and how long the effects last. I will be considering it as another potential allergen source at a later date. For now, I'm barely using it, so I'm not super concerned at the moment.

*Yes, the Melaleuca Company is an MLM from what I can tell. I get the lotion because it's the best thing I've ever found. They have a variety of other products that are probably good as well (tea tree oil is the big component of their stuff) that I have never tried. I get the lotion on Amazon, which is probably about double the cost of what you would pay if you found someone selling the products directly (I used to get it for $20 a bottle with I had friends who worked for them). So, yes, MLM sucks, but products are solid.

Side note, I stumbled over this thread with recommendations for hypoallergenic products for MCAS folks:

Anyway. Just recording things and the process for future me/other people. Goodness knows it's reading things like this that has helped me figure a ton of shit out in the past.

#mcas #rainbow pegasus zebra shit #hypoallergenic products #dish soap #hand soap #Reddit Link #dry skin #dry hands

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taterstories · 10 months

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Couples Therapy (part 3)

So, let's fast forward to Monday. We did somewhat of the same things on Sunday as we did the day before just training on everything really. Just like before I was restrained in the bed and had a butt plug in again. I think I was starting to get use to sleeping like this, but it was still rough to sleep like this. On Monday morning we woke up early and Jennifer immediately got me out of bed and took me to the bathroom wear we both got naked. Then we got in the shower, and she told me I needed to wash her before I wash myself. Then she said, "Before we shower, I need to use the toilet." Then she goes into the little room with it in there and after she had sat down, she called me to come in there, so I did. I stood there like a good sissy in front of her. She had never done this before she had peed with me in the room that never this, she was taking a shit aww it stunk I wanted to walk out, and she told me to stay put and not to move. When she was done, she said, "Ok sweetie normally If we were not getting in the shower, you would clean my ass and pussy with toilet paper and wipes ok this is part of your new life." She then got up and walk up and as she did, she said, "Make sure you flush that." So, I did as I was told the followed her to the shower. When we go in there, she in under the warm water and says told me to start with her hair and scrub it good with shampoo and conditioner. Then she had me go over her whole body with my bare hands with soap, touching every part of her body especially her dirty shitty ass. I her shit on my hands I felt so gross, but she gave me soap to wash my hands off then I went back over her whole body again with soap and a loofa. After I got her clean, she stood under the running water and watched me wash my self and get clean with her products. I still had the wig glued to my head and that would not come off I was stuck on good, but I could wash it like it was my own hair. And I also still had the boobs on my chest that would not come off. When I was done washing, she told me to get her towel and I came back, and I dried her off. Then i could go get my towel and dry myself off. Then we went to the sink and mirror and we both did our hair and makeup just the way she had taught me. We proceeded to get dressed she got dressed in her usual tight black or grey skirt and one of many solid colored blowses. She made me wear a matching grey bra and thong panty set with a black thy length sun dress with grey strappy pumps. Then we went out had a small bight of breakfast and she gave me a pill again. Ever since Friday evening she had been giving me a pill in the at night and in the morning. I asked her what that pill was for that I never had to take before and she just told me not to worry I was for the physical and mental pain. I didn't understand but I just went with it because you know Jennifer knows best. I thought I was just thinking that but just have said it out loud under my breath and she heard me. She said, "OH my sweety what is with the attitude?" "I have something to fix you attitude." She then went to her closet and came back to the kitchen and actually got on her knees in front of me and lifted my dress and pulled down my panties exposing my dick in the cage. She had what looked like just some wires and she attached them to then cage then pulled my panties back up and before they were all the way up she attached all the wires to a little metal tube and put the tub in the little pocket in the crotch of my parties and pulled the back up. Then so got of and said, "If your going to be disrespectful to me or anyone or out of line this is what will happen." She then picked up her phone and did something then all of a sudden. I had extreme pain running through my balls and dick I crouched holding my crotch. She then said, "You will get a shock if you are out of line and that was a three and it goes to ten."

We then got all our things we needed for the day at work and went down the elevator to our waiting car and driver. We sat in silence on our ten-minute ride to work. We get to the office, and we go in the building and Jennifer is introducing me to everyone starting in the lobby with security tell then this is Ashley she is Mr. James new secretary as she would say with a giggle. All the men had surprised looks on their faces because I still had my same facial features and wasn't quite passible in the face. All the women had grins on their faces when she would introduce me, like they knew and liked what she was doing to me. We then made our way to Mr. James's office wear my desk was right outside his office. We went in and William was sitting at his desk on his computer. Jennifer said to William, "Hey sir I want to introduce you to my project from this weekend." " This Is Ashley your new secretary." He was still looking at his computer and said, " Nice to meet you, Ashley." "What happened to Adam?" As he looked up from his computer and it hit him who I really was. He said under his breath, " You pore man, but I guess it's fitting for you because you were a male secretary which is ever worse that being a male nurse cause it's definitely not as noble of a job." "But wow you look very nice Ashley." As he came over to me and looked me up and down. He was a very tall and muscular black man Ho was super intimidating when standing close to you looking down at me eyeing me up looking me up and down objectifying me. Now I knew what women felt like when guys did this to them.

After we got past all the introductions around all four floors of the office building the firm had leased for all the attorney's and paralegals that the firm needed to function daily. Jennifer went to her office, and I went back to my desk to begin our day and work week. I was doing my job just like any other day all the duties of a secretary. Then about a little over halfway through the day after lunch I had to use the restroom. So, I went to Jennifers office, and I told her my dilemma that I didn't know what to do. Which bathroom do I use? She said, " Oh yeah I guess I didn't think about that, you could be in danger of some kind in the men's bathroom and women probably don't feel comfortable with you in there bathroom yet." "So, I have an idea while we are at the office just use the unisex bathrooms on the other side of the building from your desk." I must have rolled my eyes cause that's a really long walk especially in heels, so I headed back to my floor and to the bathroom to relieve myself. I made it to the bathroom and walked in and sat on the toilet because with this cage on my dick pee would go everywhere if I tried to stand. I no longer sat down on the toilet, and I received a shock ever harder than that last feeling it not just in my genitals but up in my stomach and down my legs and then I got a text on my phone from Jennifer that said, "That's for rolling your eyes and pouting about having to walk across the office in heels." So, after I could collect myself, I washed up and went back to my desk to continue my work for the rest of the day.

The rest of the week went pretty normal, well the new normal as my life now dressed as a girl. The new normal of Jennifer and I having our evening and morning rituals to go to bed and wake up. One this that was weird what Mr. James every time he would come out of his office, he would make a flirty comment this could me actually sexual harassment but If I said anything to HR, I would have hell to pay when I got home. He would also call me in his office to ask the normal questions he would always need to ask and conversations we needed to have which were mostly work related and at the same time try to cop a feel of my butt. Then Thursday afternoon about an hours before we went home. Mr. James calls me in his office and said, "So you and Jennifer are not going to be here tomorrow because of you Therapy appointment." He told me he wanted to give me something before the weekend. So, I walk around his desk and stood next to me like a good little sissy and I looked down and saw Mr. James has his dick out and it was semi chub. He pulls me in close and roles his chair out and he sat me on his lap where I could feel his fat cock starting to twitch against my ass. Then he whispered in my ear he wanted me to get under his desk and I immediately got nervous. Then ass I was sitting there on his lap. I got a little bit of a shock to my genitals then my phone went off I had a text from Jennifer and all it said was, "DO IT." So, I did what I was told I was under my bosses' desk he took his dick and slapped me on the face with his dick then I grabbed it with both my hands and looked at it nervously. I then put my lips on it and kissed it and wrap my lips around it and sucking and I started to just suck it vigorously. a few minutes went by of my sucking his big black cock vigorously. He grabbed the back of my head and started fuck my mouth till his entered body tensed up and his cocked twitched in my mouth as he came a huge load down my throat and out the sides of my mouth down my chin. I looked up at Mr. James in his eyes and he smiled, and he told me to go and clean myself up. So, I did as i was told.

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pbandjesse · 5 months

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We are at the airport!!! I am very excited but also very nervous!!

Today was a lot of that. Nerves. Excitement. Not sure what to do with my hands. It was a good day. I slept okay. Had bizarre dreams but nothing that upset me. James had work for a few hours in the morning so I woke up alone.

I made the bed and then came up with a plan. I would dye my hair and take a shower. I would go to target and grab some last minute things. Snacks. New chapstick (I lost mine at the festival yesterday). Kitty litter so we could leave with a completely clean box. I wanted to make sure the house was nice for when Callie came to take care of the animals, so I also made sure that all the tanks were full and everything was in place.

I really should have gone to target first. But I started putting dye in my hair and there wasn't any going back from that. I would put dye on my hair and walk around the house double checking things. I also went through my luggage again and made sure everything was charging so it would be good for the flight.

Eventually I would run the dishwasher and go and start the shower. And for some reason that has worked getting the shower hotter faster (the dishwasher is probably using the water faster? Something like that anyway.) and I washed my hair and scrubbed and scrubbed to feel as clean as possible.

My hair actually would dry really nicely. I did not wait for it to be dry before I left for target though. Just put it in a clip and was off.

According to the cashier everyone was waking up and coming from church. Because while it wasn't busy when I first got there it was very busy by the time I was leaving.

I stuck to my list though. I got new chapstick, and a solid cuticle oil. My finger tips have been splitting and are really painful. I got cleaning spray for our bathtub and two bags of kitty litter. I got snacks. Various ones. Sweets and savories. I got hot honey cashews which seemed intriguing. I will probably save those for the layover because I don't want to accidently make anyone with nut allergies to have a reaction in a closed space. But I got rice Krispies and a chocolate bar and mini tates cookies, and some mints. A good variety.

My last thing was to try James over the ear headphones. The ones they ordered weeks ago never shipped. Stuck in limbo. The selection at target for until $100 ones was pretty abysmal but they had one that was made for kids and I thought would work (and thankfully they did fit!). The nice man who worked electronics had to unlock the case for me and he was very busy and pulled in all directions. But he stopped and helped me and then offered to check out all of my order so I didn't have to wait in the very long line at the front. I appreciate him greatly for that.

He called security so they would know I was coming from the other side of the store with my purchases and they wouldn't stop me. And I went home.

James has arrived home from work right after I had left. They had spent the time I was gone putting stuff away and tidying up. Getting the last of the stuff in their bags together. And I would jump on that too.

I sat upstairs figuring out how to fit all my snacks in my backpack. Double checking I had everything I wanted in cabin in that bag. I moved some stuff around and tried to make sure everything was good to go. My hair was mostly dry and the dye took really well. I will probably wash it two more times before the wedding on Saturday so it should fade just a little and will look really good, fingers crossed.

On the day of travel I like to only use products and things that I am bringing with me. So I know I will be okay with what I packed and not wishing I had something else. So my hair only has conditioner and hair oil and that is what I will have to live with. Being in a different climate I am hoping it stays looking nice.

We decided we would go to the diner for a late lunch to have our "last American meal" (outside the airport). And we left to go do that before 2.

I would get French toast and french fries. James got a patty melt. We spent most of the meal on our phones researching. I read the Wikipedia for Uganda. We double checked about bag sizes. And we realized our bags were probably to heavy to be carry ons. They were the right dimensions but we're probably to heavy. We would figure that out once we got to the airport.

We ended up leaving an hour earlier then planned. When we got back we had measured the bags and I would lay down. My allergies were really bad. Sweetp was a little distressed that we were leaving. Which makes him puff up and makes my allergies very bad. But I enjoyed just laying in bed and feeling cozy.

But at 430 we decided to go. And that ended duo being perfect. We had no stress.

As we were leaving our other neighbors we're coming home so we stopped to let them know we were going to be out of the country. And then James forgot their cost and had to go back for in it. But then we were off and on the road.

It's an hour and a half to the airport. This is the Dulles airport in Virginia so a little far but not bad. And we got here without much trouble. When we arrived at 6 we realized our parking checking in was for 7 and got nervous but it still let us scan in and we got a very good spot. We were both sweaty nervous but it ended up being super easy.

First we went and used the bathrooms and I had a very weird experience. It was a very large bathroom. Lots of stalls. No one else was in there. I go in and a lady comes in on my heels and goes to the stall next to me. Makes a ton of noise spinning the toilet paper. I was quick. And as soon as I came out she followed me on my heels again. Doesn't flush I don't think she actually used the bathroom. She almost crashed into me at the sink. I took my time to see if she would leave first. She doesn't. She waits until I'm walking out to finish drying her hands. Almost walks into me again but walks away when I get back to James. It was absolute weirdo behavior. Jess thinks she was trying to pickpocket me but Jane's had my bags and phone and it just made me feel weird.

But we moved in and went to the ticket counter to get our seats changed. Which is when they also weighed our bags and they decided they were to heavy to be carry ons. And honestly it's for the best. we can be much more hands free. And she was just really nice. Made us feel like everything was going to be good.

I wasn't sure what kind of tsa they would have. But they had us take nothing from the bags and we made it through super easy. Though my boobie set off the machine? Hilarious.

My little sewing scissors did make it through too! I will be able to embroider on the flight. I also have my bracelet making stuff. I am ready for the long haul.

Besides crafts I also have a ton of YouTube videos and music and podcasts and books and audio books. Way more then I need but it will be really nice to have the variety.

Once we got through TSA we could be a little calmer. It was the first big test. We will still have the layover and then customs but the first hurtle is done and we did great.

We would walk to the train car to the terminal. And we were laughing and having fun and it has been a really nice time. This is a nicer airport then I remember from when we flew into it from our honeymoon.

We would get dinner. James got a corn dog and I got a pizza that I would share with James. And we have been sitting at our gate for a bit now. It will be time to board soon.

No one else from our party is here yet but they are at the airport somewhere. Hopefully through TSA soon.

I am nervous and excited. The first leg is 10 hours. And we will arrive in Turkey at 3pm tomorrow. I will probably wait to do tomorrow's post until the second flight and post it when we land. Which if my math is right will be 11pm Monday home time. Let's hope that works !!

Send us good vibes. Especially to James who is so nervous about the flight. But it is going to be amazing and this time on the plane will be a fun part of the adventure. Wish us luck! I love you all. Until next time!!

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the-blind-paladin · 1 year

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My little light part 4

It took Luz a few minutes to find clean clothes and prepare for the shower properly. Setting up the shower and getting undressed was the easy part however once relaxed enough by the warm water she found her next obstacle. Which bottle was body wash, conditioner or shampoo? After switching between them she ended up using all three on both her body and hair unable to be certain which was which. Bodywash in her hair wouldn't be too horrible and using shampoo and conditioner on her body also wouldn't be world-ending. Yet it did leave a slightly bitter taste in her mouth that she couldn't tell. After her shower and getting dry, she had to be careful not to put the same clothes back on and negate the whole idea of having a shower. Putting them in her dirty laundry she slowly made her way back downstairs.

Everything almost felt unnecessarily harder, she knew sight was important but having relied on it for so long it felt horrible not being able to use it. She knew she just had to trust that the goo would at least restore part of her vision even if it was blotchy and blurry she could get some powerful glasses or something. Even if her vision was never the same she started not to care anymore. Making it back to her spot in the kitchen she decided to rest her head on the table. Unsure what she should do or say. She soon felt Eda ruffle her hair while sitting nearby.

"I'm going to put more of that gunk over your eyes" She could hear Eda messing with it as she nodded.

"Okay, and in a few days I'll hopefully have at least some of my vision back" She smiled optimistically yet when Eda didn't immediately reply she realized that it was more likely not going to help. Not if it hadn't already healed partly.

"Hopefully, that's the idea" She felt Eda ruffle her hair. Closing her eyes she let Eda apply more of the goop around her eyes and head while bandaging it back up. "I ended up actually putting some of that strong healing stuff in it as well so if you get side effects from it tell me and I'll redo it."

"I thought the magic in it was too strong?" She felt curious about this change of idea.

"It is by itself but hopefully the other stuff helped dilute it enough it shouldn't be too strong." Eda seemed to have finished up as she heard Eda by the sink.

"If I'm still on bed rest does that mean I won't be able to go to school tomorrow?"

"If you really want to go I'll check on you in the morning and fly you. However, you'll probably have to stick around your friends for obvious reasons." She knew Eda meant so she wouldn't get lost or fell downstairs or something equally embarrassing and stupid.

"I'm sure Willow, Gus and Amity would love having my company all day," she thought about if she had friends in the other tracks. Viney was in beast keeping and healing but like Edric, she was in a different class... Skara was in Bard at least. Plants, abomination, illusion and bard. Not the best but also not the worst tracks not that there were worst tracks just more was better.

"Then we'll see how you feel in the morning" She felt Eda rub her hair while leaving the kitchen with probably apple blood Luz couldn't be sure. Unsure what to do she got up and headed upstairs before feeling around. Finding a good stick she got an idea as she used it to get downstairs a little faster and headed into the lounge.

"And where are you going?" Hearing Eda she smiled.

"Just a small walk, I've been cooped up inside all weekend" a pause, maybe she should've tried sneaking out?

"Fine, but take Owlbert in case you get lost."

"Sure, but I'm not going to get lost" She felt the palisman land on her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, sure" She rolled her eyes at Eda's reply and headed outside. Using her stick she started to walk around the nearby woods, enjoying the feeling of sunlight and shade from the trees. As she walked around nothing much really happened before she found a nice rock she used for navigation originally and laid on it. The warm sun felt much nicer than hanging around her room or inside and the warm rock helped warm her up. After a while, she felt Owlbert try and pull her sleeve to the owl house.

"Five more minutes~" Luz half-joked before feeling Owlbert nip her finger. "Okay, okay, let's head back" She followed Owlberts lead before noticing him trying to lead her to the back of the Owl house rather than the front. Ignoring him once she realized this she snuck closer to the front hearing Hooty on the attack. Doing her best to stay hidden not actually wanting to join in on the fighting she listed to Hooty kick butt. When she felt Owlbert pull on her hood she followed the palisman back inside while thinking.

"hey, Luz it's good you're back I was about to go look for you actually"

"It sounds like Hooty is having a fun time beating up coven goons" Luz smiled thinking about what it might look like seeing Hooty attacking guards. It wasn't the hardest thing to picture.

"I don't think you should walk around the woods alone with the guards around like they appear to be. I didn't expect them to be this many roaming around" Luz paused hearing that.

"So I should stay inside or?"

"Just around the owl house until there are fewer guards around"

Nodding she made her way upstairs. "I'm going to go rest in my room for a little bit" She smiled the best she could before making her way to her room unsure how to feel. It wasn't like walking around the woods was her favourite thing but it also wasn't like she could actually do what she enjoyed doing.

Laying on her sleeping bag she looked up at the ceiling despite not actually being able to see it as her mind wandered around. Both how she was going to fix the door if she couldn't see the clues in front of her, to how she would even explain it to her mama. A realm full of demons and magic was intense but being blinded by it wasn't going to be a good selling point. Groaning she rolled over as her mind kept winding around itself like a ball of yarn that only tightened the more you tugged at it. Eventually, she heard a soft knock on her door as she sat up.

"Yeah?"

"Eda told me to get you for dinner" she heard King from the doorway before hearing him run off probably to go eat his dinner. Getting up she made her way downstairs while thinking about how long she had actually been on the rock sunbathing or if she had taken a nap while in her sleeping bag without realizing it. Taking her spot at the table she smiled happily when she heard Eda put a plate in front of her.

"Thanks, Eda smells good" she smiled happily before starting to dig in happily.

"Good, I'd be worried if it smelt bad" Eda seemed to joke back making her giggle softly as she kept digging in. The only weird part was figuring out which bit of the plate was what and how much of what she had. However, it wasn't too hard when all of it was stuff she liked to eat and could eat. When she was finished eating she heard Eda take her plate away while smiling more at her.

"Thank Eda, I might go to bed early so I can get up early enough for school" she

"determined to go to school tomorrow huh?"

"No point in hanging around the owl house all day every day when I could hang around my friends and try and learn more about magic" Luz smiled happily. Having the second thought about getting used to walking around without sight although she still tried to hope that the goop just needed some more time. It had to just need more time, that was all it needed.

"Okay, I'll wake you up for school but if you're tired don't force yourself to go. It's better to get as much bed rest as you can" She nodded at Eda while getting up and heading to her bedroom.

making it to her bedroom she found her sleeping bag and laid down. Thinking she wondered if bed rest would actually help at that point. It didn't feel like her body was trying to heal she just felt like she was laying around doing nothing. Even her face had stopped hurting altogether. Staring into the void she sighed before rolling over and trying to fall asleep.

When she woke up she could almost sense someone nearby. Sitting up she jumped a bit when she felt a palisman land on top of her head.

"Lil Rascal?" hearing the chirp she smiled more raising her hand up to pet the cardinal.

"How are you feeling?" she smiled towards Hunter's voice.

"A lot better actually" She sat up a bit more to give the boy enough room to sit on her sleeping bag if he wanted to not that it felt like he accepted it. "Eda ended up using some of the healing stuff you left last time when she changed the bandages. However, she did say it by itself would have been too strong"

"what was it like when she changed the bandages? like when they were off could you see anything?" hearing Hunter sound hesitant she wanted to say that, 'Yes, I could see perfectly well' yet she also didn't want to lie to him.

"I still couldn't see anything but maybe it just needs more time to work" Even saying it she felt like it wasn't true like it would've helped somewhat already.

"And your sure it's not ...permanent?" she felt Hunter gently cup her cheek as she rested her head in his hand.

"I- I don't know if it will be or not. However, I can choose to keep hoping it's not until it's proven one way or another. I doubt Eda would waste ingredients if she didn't think there was at least a chance"

"How are you always so upbeat and happy?" she couldn't help but giggle a bit at his question. "what?"

"I don't know how, I guess I just try my best to see the bright side of situations." 'and avoid thinking about all the negative things like how I'll get home.' she mentally added. When she felt Hunter move his hand she carefully grabbed it gently putting it back on her cheek. Something about the gentle touch made her feel warm and calmer. Her mind went back to what Eda had said about having a crush on Hunter.

"Is there anything I could do to help?" closing her eyes she smiled towards Hunter.

"Stay here as long as you can" Having the feeling Belos wouldn't be happy if he found out about these night meetings she didn't want to risk him getting in trouble but something about having him there felt nice. Part of her felt like she shouldn't feel this way, he was the reason she couldn't see she should hate him. That was how that was supposed to work, right?

"I'll stay here as long as you need me to" Hearing that she hesitated before carefully following his arm so she could hug him, feeling him tense up before hugging her back. "would you like to read more of that ridiculous book?" she couldn't help but giggle hearing it confirmed he didn't like it.

"You don't have to. Why don't you read me a story you like?" she felt him gently move them so they were laying down.

"I think I might be able to recall an old story I occasionally got Darius to read me as a bedtime story." she cuddled into him while smiling at him.

"Yeah?" she started to settle down as Hunter started to tell what definitely sounded like a boiling Isles bedtime story as it started with a whole village of witches bullying a large demon. He went into description about how the scaly creature was large, heavy and able to absorb any spell any witch could cast. The creature however was slow, so slow young witches could run across its tail and climb on top of its back while poking and pulling at its eyes, ears, scales and whatever they could grab onto. Despite it being bullied by witches, it was also bullied by the other demons for being passive towards the very witches that hunt their kind down. While everyone was scared of it they still would attack and jeer at the demon knowing it wouldn't do anything as it neither belonged with the other demons nor witches. As he went on about how the witches would poke it and jab at it she started to feel bad for the demon not that she was entirely sure that was the point yet. As the story went on Hunter spoke about how the demon soon came up with a plan to go to the king of demons it begged for a new body. However, its request was denied as it was a large tank and could handle the jabs from the witches. Unable to get help from the King it headed off. On the way back it ran into a small crying witch, finding out they were lost the demon returned them to town. For the first time instead of fear and hate it received gratitude from the witch's family for returning their lost child in the form of fruits. It soon returned to the woods roaming around, sniffing out lost and injured witches. For if it comes across a lost witch it will offer them a ride on its smooth back offering them a ride back to the nearest town. As it stands to that day its kind is still out there roaming the Titan looking for lost witches to return home, for it's the only thing that seemed to give the demon the gratitude it desperately desired from those around it. Listening she stayed cuddled up into Hunter as she thought about what it would be like to be attacked by both witches and demons.

"So the demon was a misfit who fit in by helping those around it?" She could hear Hunter humming softly.

"They usually have the moral spelled out at the end but Darius never told me the moral. I always assumed it was to always help those who need it even if their kind has wronged you in the past."

"Because nobody should suffer for what someone else did?" Luz smiled happily

"I guess so, I never really thought about the morals of the story. It could even just be to explain why there's a kind of demon that goes around rescuing lost witches" She felt Hunter shrug.

"Wait that's an actual species of demon?"

"yeah, but it's not as magic proof as the story says. However, it is really hard to take them down not that you'd want to. Ya know since they're peaceful." she nodded softly unable to think about why someone would attack a passive creature that only helped others.

"I think I'd like to meet one" She smiled warmly thinking about the idea of meeting a large friendly demon.

"I don't think you do, since they help lost witches and that would mean you'd have to be lost on the Isles and there's always the chance it won't be the first demon to find you." she could feel Hunter tense up a bit as she thought about it.

"I'm not going to purposely get myself lost to meet a demon" she reassured him while cuddling into him more so she could bury her face into him, feeling him tense up almost more. Before she could wonder if she was being too cuddly she felt him gently rub her back.

"Good, because then you'd be the idiot instead of me" she tried not to laugh.

"You're not an idiot, you're actually really smart about a lot of different things"

"I've been acting like one" She buried her face into him.

"Have you now?" she tried to tease gently.

"for starters, I might have permanently hurt the first person outside the castle who actually seemed to somewhat care about me, then there's sneaking out every night which will become pretty obvious soon, I stole from the head of the healing coven which probably pissed her off, I couldn't do my one job in bringing in a certain human and witch because... I don't even know why... why do you seem happy when I visit despite what happened? why don't you hate me? you should hate my guts" Listening she didn't have to see to know there were probably tears at the corner of his eyes even if he'd deny it. Why didn't she hate him?

"I don't hate you because I know you never meant to hurt me. If you meant to hurt me you would've done it when we first started fighting each other. Having you visit only confirmed you felt bad meaning it wasn't on propose-"

"of course it wasn't I would've rather blinded myself than hurt you" Hearing that she paused for a second before shaking her head.

"I'm safe here, how safe would you be if you went blind?" she could feel him flinch as she stayed where she was. Something about Belos made her believe if Hunter wasn't useful to him he would've hurt him or worse.

"I'd probably have to learn how to fight while blind" That got her thinking. She had seen shows with superheroes who fought blind maybe she could actually learn how to do that.

"That's a good idea maybe I could learn how to fight blind" She felt Hunter rub her back.

"I don't think you should prioritize fighting first" There seemed to be a soft smile behind his voice.

"true I'd have to learn how to get around more comfortably first, maybe you could even help me learn how to fly palisman while blind" She had the soft doubt she'd be able to fly blind but maybe if Lil Rascal or Owlbert took main control of where they flew while she focused on not falling off it could work. "either way I'm going to hold out hope that the goop just needs more time to work. Maybe I'll end up with big ol' glasses"

"I think glasses would like nice on you" She tried not to blush while smiling more.

"That's good, I'm glad you think I could pull off glasses"

"You should get some sleep and I should probably head back before someone notices I'm gone again" Hunter didn't sound like he wanted to go but she nodded.

"Yeah, I have school tomorrow"

"then you should definitely be asleep, it's nearly midnight" She felt Hunter move to get up and paused for a second before deciding to kiss the back of his hand since kissing his cheek felt like it would be a bit too sudden for the blond-haired boy.

"I- uhh good night" She felt him hesitantly kiss the back of her hand back.

"good night Hunter" she felt Lil Rascal move from her head before cuddling up in her sleeping bag blushing deeply as she thought about the fact she had kissed the back of his hand. It wasn't super romantic or the most dramatic but she had still done it and it still left her blushing like she had kissed hi- no she was not going to die of blushing thinking about that. Laying in bed it hit her like a brick, she did have a crush on Hunter. //If you like this story you can find the story up until chapter 8 here My little light - Lunter_Lumity - The Owl House (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

#lunter #the owl house #luz x hunter #goldenluz #goldenlight #hunter x luz #huntceda #luz x golden guard #My little light

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redd956 · 2 years

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How the sleep study went?

And so far... (Health Update)

I took my first ever sleep study yesterday night for Nightmare Disorder. It went pretty well, even if the experience was a little awkward.

Summary:

The tech was incredibly nice, and polite. She did a wonderful job in explaining the process to me, and the overwhelming amount of equipment that was going to be utilized. She hooked the many wires and bands up to me, and then she left the room so we could do exercises.

Exercises included her speaking through a speaker in the room, and potentially looking through the cameras. I did a bunch of movement and sound exercises to make sure all the equipment was working. There is a mic in a sleep study where the tech can hear you, so in case you want something or the tech needs something from you the both of you can communicate.

I did have a pretty hard time actually falling asleep for the study because the equipment was uncomfortable, and I was very anxious about the results. I did get some successful periods of sleep though.

The tech did have to come into the room and wake me up a few times. Due to my restless sleeping I had several times pulled off the equipment in my sleep, stickers, and all. I also kept rolling onto my stomach and obstructing a piece of nose equipment.

Aftermath:

There was a bit of aftermath, in the form of the medical gel used to attach the stickers. For those of us with lots of hair the tech has to put the stickers and gel in your hair as close to your scalp as possible. The gel is quite difficult to get washed out, as it more so melt from hot water. Other than that I found the sleep study a learning experience, and can’t wait to hear my results from a future appointment.

I did learn that I am more restless than I thought.

What to expect if you have one?

It will be a little awkward, but have no fear it’s the tech’s job and they’ve seen a bit of everything

You will likely be woken up or checked on a few times throughout the night. If you are used to having sleep problems, which would be what you’re going for, this will have no effect on your health and attitude.

Hair can’t be wet with any conditioners in before the appointment, and your closing has to be a certain way and a comfortable two-piece.

They’ll have accommodations for different sleeping styles. More blankets, TV sleeper, using the bathroom throughout the night, all of that is there for people.

There’s also a shower in case you want to do that after finishing the study.

If you are young you will likely be the youngest patient there, and less common. Most of the people going are there for sleep apnea, which primarily effects older people and men. So techs and nurses will be a bit more curious about you.

#sleep study #nightmare disorder #medical treatment #sleep specialist #health update

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veritasangel · 2 months

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Co-Pathetic

ft. Simon Riley, John Price / pt.1 Keep me close

⋆ ˚｡⋆ fem pov ୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw content {mdni} (reader is price's wife)

↣ threesome, piv (unprotected), creampie, use of vibrator, multiple orgasms, cum eating, oral (reader & john receiving/simon giving), simon is a desperate mess.

wc: 4.8k ↣ this is a pt.2 but it can be read alone.

It had been a day or two since yours and Simon’s encounter, neither you, John or him had made any specific reference to it. A few jokes passed, but for the most part, everything continued as normal, which you were more than happy with.

You know Price was curious though, he can't help but want to know what his missus did with his best soldier.

You were enjoying the warm water, letting it cascade over you, your eyes peacefully closed when you felt a pair of hands drift up your waist and across your front, a familiar beard resting against the crook of your neck.

"G'morning love," he murmured, his voice low and gruff from just waking up. “You didn’t wake me.”

"Wanted’ to let you sleep in- you deserve it." you say tenderly to him.

Price's hands tightened slightly around you, pulling you back against him. "Mhm, you're too good to me," he said, his voice softening. "But I missed you too much to sleep in." He nuzzled against your neck, his beard tickling your skin. "Let me help you wash, yeah?"

His hands reach for the body wash, squeezing some onto his hands as he starts to wash your body, his hands moving slowly and deliberately, as if he's trying to memorise every inch of you. He pays extra attention to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden. He leans down and whispers in your ear, "I've missed these."

“Really? You were practically hugging them all night.”

Price chuckles, his chest vibrating against your back. "Well, I want to appreciate them more now that I’m awake." he says, his voice playful. He continues to wash you, his hands moving down to your stomach, then to your hips. He pauses, his hands resting there for a moment. "Did Simon take care of you for me?" he mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder, “Where’d he touch you?”

You laugh softly, turning around to face him as you too took some shower gel and ran your hands across his broad chest, “It wasn’t like that, I took care of him, not the other way around....So you don’t need to leave any marks as I know you're thinking it.” you smirk up at him.

“He didn’t touch you?” John says, surprised, hands gently rubbing circles along your hip.

“Well he fucked me.”

“And that was it?” John says, bewildered by this revelation. “Well I also gave him a blowjob.” you add.

John’s jaw drops slightly, “I give him the greenlight with my precious wife and all he does is have you suck him off and then fucks you?” John tuts, shaking his head.

“Well we agreed it was to help him relax.”

John looks like he’s had the biggest shock of his life, “Okay and? He couldn’t have even gone down on you as a thank you?” he says as he washes the soapy bubbles from your smooth skin. “Ungrateful fucker.” he adds, “I’ll have to show him how to take care of you. Make sure he actually knows how to please a woman.”

You laugh a little, shaking his words off as the two of you clean one another, Price even offering to wash your hair because he knows how much you like it when his hands massage your scalp.

Gentle touches and sweet words filled the shower as the two of you took the time to enjoy the moment together, basking in the love you both feel for each other. He rinsed your hair, the comforting silence only being broken when he pipes up again, “Wait so how many times did he make you cum then? John asks, not able to help himself.

“Once-”

“Once? Oh absolutely not.” and before you can say anything he’s already out of the shower, grabbing a towel.

“Baby! You didn’t finish rinsing the conditioner- John!” the only response being the closing of the bathroom door behind him.

So much for offering to wash your hair

You can’t help but shake your head with a small laugh because he’s always so dramatic.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

You didn't find out where he went but as the evening rolled around, you quickly learnt the gist of it.

Especially as you were sprawled out on John’s lap, legs kept open by one of his hands as the other explored your folds, ring finger teasing your entrance, before pushing two fingers inside, curling expertly inside you. Simon’s eyes glued to how effortlessly his fingers slid inside.

Price leans in, whispering huskily against your ear, "You like this, don't you? Being watched by Simon while I pleasure you?" His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly, making you gasp.

"But I don't think he should be allowed to touch." Price adds, mockingly, “He had his chance and he blew it, didn't he?”

But Simon's eyes are hungry as they rake over your body, taking in every curve and dip. He licks his lips, his gaze lingering on the spot where Price's fingers disappear inside you.

Price smirks, following his gaze. "He wants a taste, doesn't he?" He leans back slightly, looking between you and Simon. "What do you say, love? Should we let him?"

“Mhm.” you nod, but Price shakes his head with a grin, “See, I don’t think so, but....since you're both being so greedy." He pulls his fingers out, leaving you aching. "Simon, why don't you come here and clean these?"

Simon eagerly moves closer, his eyes locked onto Price's glistening fingers. He takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving Price's. "Good lad," Price praises, a smirk playing on his lips. "How bad do you want it?"

"Bad enough to beg?" Price continues, raising an eyebrow. He looks at you, then back to Simon, "Go on, show us how much you want it."

Simon's gaze is fixed on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Come on, Price. You know I can give her what she needs. Look at her, she's practically begging for it herself with how soaked she is."

Price laughs softly, trailing his fingertips along your thigh, but never where you want it. "Oh, she's definitely eager. But I'm enjoying watching her squirm too much." He leans in, nipping at your earlobe. "Maybe later, hmm?"

But Simon isn't backing down, his hand reaching out, brushing against your thigh. "Please, Price. I swear I’ll fucking worship her, just let me-"

Price catches Simon's wrist, squeezing it tightly. "Careful now. Don't make promises you can't keep." He leans in, voice low. "And remember your place here."

Simon leans back, a smug smile on his face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Having us both at your mercy. Making me beg for a taste of what's yours. Because deep down, you want this just as much as I do. You want to see me worship her, to see her fall apart under my touch."

Price's fingers return to your core, stretching you out as he moves his digits, "Perhaps. But that doesn't change the fact that you need to earn it." He turns to you, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I think we should we make him work for it, don't you?"

“I don’t care who does what, just please somebody touch me-” you whine, Price’s fingers constantly pulling away anytime you started to enjoy his touch.

Price laughs, a deep, rumbling sound. "Patience. Good things come to those who wait."

He speaks lowly to Simon, "I don’t think you deserve to touch her yet but I don’t want to neglect my baby soo you can use this-” Price leans over to the bedside table and pulls out your vibrator.

"I don't need a stupid device to make her cum, I can do it myself." Simon scoffs

"Too bad." he says mockingly, "Guess you should've kept this attitude the other day." Price smirks at Simon's visible frustration, "Vibrator or nothing."

Simon sighs dramatically, reluctantly taking the vibrator from him. "Fine, fine. But later on, I get to use my mouth." He turns it on, the hum filling the room, and settles it against your clit, watching you intently.

"If you earn it."

You moan as Simon starts moving the vibrator, your hips bucking slightly. Price watches, his gaze intense. He leans in to kiss you, softly, lovingly.

Simon forced to watch with his cock hardening in his pants as he holds the vibrator right where you want it, absorbing every sound that escapes your lips.

Price deepens the kiss as his hands wander your curves, settling on your breasts, squeezing them every now and then, before giving a gentle tug to each nipple. "You look so fucking beautiful like this, love."

Simon's free hand also starts to get bold, lightly tracing patterns on your inner thigh. Price instantly breaking the kiss, an eyebrow raising at Simon. "Hands to yourself unless I say otherwise." He growls, before turning his attention back to you.

Simon retreats, laying on his front so he can get a closer look at your slick covered pussy, whilst using the vibrator. Your soft moans filling the room, music to both of their ears.

Price smirks, looking down at Simon. "Comfortable there, Si?" He trails his fingers down your stomach, making you shiver. "Don't get too used to it though."

"Well can you keep her fucking legs open then because I can't if I'm not allowed to touch." Simon grumbles, watching as your legs keep threatening to close from the sensations on your clit.

Price grabs your thighs, holding them open wide, exposing you completely to Simon. "Like this?" he asks, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Is this what you wanted, Simon?"

Simon nods, mumbling a thank you, his eyes locked onto your folds and your needy hole, looking so desperately like it wants to be filled. He increases the setting on the vibrator by one, making you moan louder, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"You look so beautiful like this, angel. Spread out, eager, ready..." Simon’s voice trails off, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

"She does, doesn't she?”

Simon has to grip the bedsheet with his free hand as watches your tremors, taking in every soft sound you make. Your legs shake and your breath comes out in short gasps as he presses it further against you, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Simon, please- so so good-"

He's practically humping the bed from how desperate he is. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Let me taste her, Price. Just once. I promise I'll be gentle."

"pleaseplease..." you pant, your body writhing, needing that sweet release you know the vibrations will give you.

Price chuckles, ignoring Simon's words as your body trembles under his grasp, obviously getting closer to the edge..

Your body convulses as the orgasm washes over you, a loud cry escaping your lips. Price holds your legs open, watching as Simon's eyes widen, taking in every moment.

Simon keeps the vibrator on, steady, even increases it once more. If he can’t touch well he’s sure gonna have fun in his own way.

“Simon!” you practically shriek from the unexpected, continued stimulation.

He watches, entranced, as your body twitches and jerks with each passing second. The vibrator never lets up, pushing you higher and higher. You can feel sweat beading on your forehead, your breaths coming in short pants. "John, baby...please..." you manage to breathe out, your vision blurring slightly in the haze as you look up at him.

Price smirks, looking over at Simon. "Seems like my girl is a little sensitive today. Maybe you should stop before she gets too overwhelmed."

"I don't think so. I have a lot of orgasms to make up for., don't I?" Simon says, as Price keeps your shaky legs open whilst you whine at the sensations.

Price raises an eyebrow, "I suppose you do owe her a few as a thank you. Well, I guess we'll see how long she can last then, won't we?" He leans down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss.

Simon’s leaking with so much precum he can feel it as he continues this relentless assault on the sensitive nub. Your body writhes as the vibrations course through you, barely able to get a coherent word out as you cling onto Price's hand whilst another wave quickly hits you..

Simon watches, entranced, as your body quakes again, licking hi lips in anticipation, "Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you cum." He looks up at you, finally turning the vibrator off "The glowing look really does it for you." he adds as Price allows your legs to close.

Simon however, doesn't bother asking this time, diving right in with no hesitation. He holds your legs open himself as he laps up your juices.

Price chuckles, watching as he does so, "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He strokes your hair, looking back down at you. "You alright, love?"

“Still sensitive-” you whine a little shakily as Simon's tongue works your folds.

Price smiles, "I bet you are." He leans down, softly kissing along your jaw. "But you'll take it anyway, won't you?"

You nod as your thighs close around Simon's head, back arching as you squirm on the bed. Price grips your hips, holding you in place. "None of that, love. Be nice, let him have his fill."

"S'too much-"

Price leans down, whispering in your ear, "Take it like a good girl. Show Simon how much you can handle."

Simon practically growls as his tongue explores your pussy, gentle kisses to your clit as he tries his best to be nice, not wanting to go too overboard on you. Grinning to himself as he tastes you. “Tastes so fucking divine.” Simon groans mostly to himself as he finally frees his cock, stroking it as he eats you out like a starved man.

Price watches intensely, feeling a stir in his own pants, "Look at you, driving him wild." He leans in, nipping at your neck. "Do you like seeing him like this, love? So desperate for you?"

You nod, whimpering as Price and Simon keep you held down for him, "Sii, please- God, fuck-Simon please-."

"What was that, love? I didn't quite catch it."

"You guys are both pricks." you manage to joke, instantly shutting up as Simon pinches your clit in response.

Price laughs, "Watch your mouth, sweetheart. Or I might have to find something to fill it with. Speaking of...since Simon’s so desperate for a taste of you, maybe I’ll let him taste you on my cock later.”

Simon looks up, licking his lips. "You know I’d do it" He grins, diving back in, his tongue relentless as it slides inside you, your body tensing at every swipe.

Price leans in, "That's it, love. Cum all over his face. Show him what a good girl you are." His cock twitches in his pants, but he waits, he’ll have his moment later

Simon sucking your clit, sends you over the edge, your climax washing over you, a loud moan tearing from your throat as you cum. Simon lapping it up eagerly, not missing a drop as his lips glisten with your juices.

Price watches, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Good girl," he praises.

Simon honestly looks like he’s about to go in for more so Price reaches for his hair and gently pulls him away, “Let her breathe.” he warns.

Simon pants, looking up at you both, his cheeks rosy and a bead of sweat beginning to form. "Fuck, that was amazing." He grins, licking his lips. He finally straightens up, his cock covered in pre, looking red and achy, desperate for release.

Price looks at Simon's cock, then back to you. "Think we should let him get a proper release too, love?"

He watches your nod, saying "Alright then. Only because my beloved wife says so."

Simon grins, leaning in to kiss you and you can taste your own arousal on his lips. "Thank you." he mumbles, tongue meeting yours and gently stroking your hip.

Price watches as Simon feels you up during your kiss, his erection resting against your thigh.

"You gonna help him, love?" Price asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. And as you both kiss, one of your hands travels down his scarred chest, over his stomach and lower. Your hand smears the precum along his tip as you begin stroking him.

Price groans, "Mhm, good girl." He leans in to you both, capturing Simon's mouth in a filthy, messy kiss, tongues tangling together, sharing your taste. It's downright nasty, trails of saliva connecting their lips as you pull back a moment to watch.

Simon moans into the kiss, his hips jerking as you stroke him faster, his cock leaking more. “Fuck cap’n please let me inside her one more time-”

"Beg properly."

"Please, Captain Price. I beg of you, let me fuck your wife one more time. I'll make her feel so good, I promise. Please, fuck- please." Simon pleas desperately, looking between the two of you, his cock feeling so neglected.

Price pretends to consider the request for a moment before a knowing smile crosses his face as he nods, "Only because you asked so nicely."

"Without the condom this time?" Simon quietly adds, avoiding eye contact.

“No.”

“Please, I’ll pull out-”

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

Price raises an eyebrow, "Are you trying to negotiate with me, soldier?"

"I'll pull out just before or I swear you can shoot me in the leg." Simon says, tone shaky from the lust threatening to consume him.

Price smirks, "Deal. But if you don't, I'll aim a little higher."

"Okay well don't go that far." Simon jokes.

Price chuckles, "Then don't make me." He turns to you, "You alright with this?" you nod as Price shifts you off his lap, adjusting you so so you’re comfortably laying on the bed, Simon in between your legs.

One of your hands instinctively reaches out to rest on Price’s sweats, running your fingers along the outline of his erection through the fabric. Price groans softly, "Behave, love. This is about Simon getting his turn." he looks down at you, “I’ll take care of you after he’s had his fix.”

“I can do both.” you mumble just as Simon lines up at your entrance, looking at you with hunger in his eyes. "Ready, sweetheart?"

"Please, Simon-" you say softly, "Want it so badly."

He pushes in, inch by inch, until he's fully seated. "God, you feel incredible." Price watches, his hand covering yours, pressing it harder against his bulge. "Make her feel good, Simon."

Simon begins to move, slow and steady at first, building up speed as you match his rhythm, your breath hitching with each thrust. Price leans down, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, his hand never leaving yours, guiding it to stroke him through his sweatpants.

“You feel so much better like this, without the condom, can actually feel your walls clenching around me, shit- it's soo good.” Simon groans as he increases his pace, lifting your legs up high enough to rest on his shoulders so he can angle himself deeper.

Price breaks the kiss, looking at Simon. "I can tell she likes that, give her more." he encourages Simon. Something about seeing his wife with one of his best soldiers was really doing something for him and he'd be lying if he said this would never happen again.

Simon complies with Price's words, bullying his cock into you, his balls slapping against you with each thrust as you let out a string of curses, along with constant pleas of Simon's name.

Your hand frees Price’s cock from it's restraints, giving it some attention as Simon practically bends you in half when he leans down to kiss you, his cock constantly hitting that sweet spot from the position.

Price groans, watching, "Fuck, yes. Just like that." he guides your hand, showing you exactly how he wants it as Simon sloppily kisses you, can hardly focus with how good your pussy feels, how well it takes him in. His tongue dances with yours as he continues to pound into you.

Simon whimpers as your pussy tightens around him. He kisses along your throat, biting occasionally as his cock swells inside you, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He leans up again, capturing your mouth in a desperate kiss

“Ahh si- filling me so well, thankyouthankyouthankyouu”

Simon's thrust intensify, his pace increasing. His hips snap forward, burying himself deep inside you with each thrust. His grip on your legs tightens, using them to pull you onto him as he pistons in and out, his movements becoming almost frantic. His breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with your moans as he grinds against you, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

His cock slides in and out of you, coated in your arousal, creating a lewd, wet sound that fills the room. His lower body grinding against your clit, with every movement he makes, the pressure building with each movement. His balls slap against your ass, the sound echoing in the room. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks as he chases his release.

“Simon, please, I'm so so close-” you whimper, clinging onto him as if he's the only thing grounding you right now.

Price leans down, whispering in your ear, "Cum for him, love. Show Simon how good he's making you feel."

Simon's eyes lock onto yours, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own climax. "Fuck, baby...you feel so fucking good. I'm gonna- god-"

Your pussy clamps down around Simon's cock as you scream your release, stars bursting behind your closed eyelids. Your body shakes and trembles, your nails digging into Simon's arms as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure. A string of unintelligible words spill from your lips, lost in the fog of ecstasy.

It takes everything in Simon to let you ride out the waves of your orgasm and not explode. Eventually pulling himself out and lowering your legs as he shoots ropes of cum across your stomach.

Taking a brief moment to breathe before being unable to resist and having to run his thumb along your stomach, coating it in his release as he brings it up to your lips.

You open your mouth, sucking Simon’s thumb clean without hesitation and he groans at the eye contact before collapsing beside you on the bed, one hand absentmindedly rubbing circles on your waist.

"You tired, love? Or can your poor ol' husband get some love too?" Price teases.

“I can do one more.” you whisper, still catching your breath.

Price grins, "Good girl." he removes his sweatpants fully as he climbs on the bed, not wasting any time as he hovers above you, teasing your folds with his tip. "I'll be gentle, yeah?" he says softly.

You nod, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in closer. "I love you."

Price smiles, one hand caressing your cheek as he pushes into you slowly. "Love you too, my beautiful wife."

Price enters you inch by agonising inch, savouring the feeling. Once fully seated, he pauses, letting out a content sigh. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a tender kiss, his tongue exploring yours as he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one designed to draw out your pleasure. He grinds against you as his hands roam your body, caressing every curve, every dip, as if committing it to memory, even though he already knows he has every inch of you mapped out.

His cock slides in and out of you, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You can feel every ridge, every vein, as he moves within you. His thickness stretches you, filling you completely, yet it's not enough.

You want more, you need more. You tilt your hips, urging him to go faster, but he maintains his torturously slow pace. He leans down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your core.

Simon watches as his breathing finally steadies, he knows he made you feel good, but also knows that Price knows your body better than he does, of course. And it’s evident with how he picks up on every small twitch of your body.

Price whispers words of love and devotion in your ear, his voice husky with emotion. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you palpable. "More," you pant, your fingers digging into his back. "Faster, John. Please."

Price obliges, picking up the pace slightly, but still keeping it slow and steady. "Like this, love?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounds into you, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. With each thrust, he brings you closer to the edge, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

"I'm close, baby," he grits out, his voice strained. "God- can feel you are too."

You nod, your body tensing as you climb towards your peak. "Yes, John, fuck- yes, ah, so good!"

He reaches down, his thumb finding your clit and circling it, pushing you closer to the edge. "Cum with me," he commands, his voice hoarse.

Your body quivers, your inner muscles pulsating around him as you cry out his name, tears pricking your eyes. Price lets out a guttural groan, burying himself deep inside you and staying there, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot sticky cum.

He leans forward, kissing away your tears. "Shh, it's okay, love. I've got you," he murmurs softly, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. He slowly slides out as he holds you close. One of your hands reaching out to find Simon so he feels included.

Simon takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. "You two are beautiful together," he says softly. "It's so sweet it's fucking sickly."

You laugh softly as Price smiles too, kissing your forehead before sitting up, “You said you’d taste her on my cock didn’t you?” he teases Simon, a smirk crossing his face.

Simon grins, eagerly leaning forward as he takes Price's semi-hard cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip, collecting your combined flavours. He sucks gently, taking it further into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing out. Simon hums in approval as he takes him deeper, the vibrations sending shivers down Price's spine. He pulls back, his tongue lapping at the length, cleaning every inch.

You lean down too, joining Simon, your tongues tangling as you share the taste of Price's cock.

You both take turns licking and sucking along it, your tongues occasionally meeting, sharing a kiss before moving back to your task. Your heads bob in sync, your hands working in tandem, stroking and caressing Price's length.

“Alright, alright- Think you two have cleaned it enough. Better stop now before we get worked up again.” Price half jokes.

Simon pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he says with a grin.

You all share a laugh before laying back on the bed together. Price wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "Tired, love?" he asks softly.

“Mhm.”

“Yeah m’exhausted too.” Price yawns.

“Probably because you’re an old man, now.” Simon mumbles.

“Hey!” Price laughs as he leans over you to whack Simon’s arm.

“Kidding! Kidding, chill.” he laughs, before taking a deep breath, “I need a shower.”

“Me too.” you mumble.

Price stands up and picks you up bridal style, “Come on then, let’s get you into to the shower.”

Simon stands up as well heading towards the door, ready to leave the bedroom when you stop him, “Wait, Si- Where are you going?”

“To shower?”

“Our shower can fit three, you’re more than welcome to join.” Price winks, carrying you in.

And Simon smirks, shaking his head as he follows you both in, shutting the bathroom door behind you all.

༄ this took forever to finally finish so it would be greatly appreciated :)

༄ cod m.list

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mypimpademia · 2 years

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— Passenger Princess

Bakugo x black!fem!reader

TW: None

— BAKUGO.

⇶ Honestly, Katsuki almost forcibly makes you his passenger princess

⇶ It started when you were in your talking stage with him and still trying to get to know each other

⇶ He wouldn't do it as often as he does when you're actually together, only when he's got a long day of errands

⇶ He'd send a text while getting ready to go out, asking if you wanna come run errands with him and go out for a quick lunch/dinner

⇶ And naturally, you'd say yes and tag along in his passenger seat, sitting pretty while he drove around doing what he needed to do and talking to you about everything and anything

⇶ And his hand is on your thigh the whole time, occasionally rubbing his thumb back and forth or tracing circles

⇶ Finds time to make eye contact with you throughout the conversation as well, usually after one of you says something smug and flirty or if you said something to catch his interest

⇶ Of course he only does so when stopped, but he's a good driver anyways and you'll always feel safe when driving with Katsuki

⇶ Takes you to the bank, the pharmacy, the car wash, grocery shopping, anywhere really

⇶ Grocery shopping is a favorite for both you and him, just because you feel like it's so intimate

⇶ Especially before the two of you were official, it made both of you feel like you were already a couple

⇶ Not to mention how he basically made it official in a grocery store

"Aw, the both of you kids are such an adorable couple. Ah– you are together, yes?" An old lady asked, smiling sweetly at the both of you.

There was a slight pause, both of you hitching your breath before Katsuki took a nervous glance over to you before looking back at the old lady and responding.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. Adorable, just like you said, ain't that right, baby?"

⇶ It's also when Katsuki got into the habit of absolutely spoiling you to death

⇶ Always asking you if you need anything while you were in the store, or telling you to go ahead and grab what you need too

⇶ And he always pays afterwards, doesn't even give you the chance to pull out your wallet before he tells the cashier it's all together and swipes his card

⇶ Doesn't matter what you got, he's paying for it all. Your expensive shampoo and conditioner, hair oil, food, drinks, candy, you name it

⇶ You could throw a few flat screen tvs in there if you wanted to. If that's what you want, it's all yours, courtesy of Katsuki

⇶ He'll even make a few pit stops to other places for you, like if you need to pick up hair from the beauty supply

⇶ Honestly gets irritated when you tell him you wanna pay, or offer to pay him back, because why aren't you letting him treat you like the princess you are :(

⇶ You whine about it all the way back to the car, and Katsuki just grabs your chin and plants a soft kiss to your lips and says,

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. You're my princess, yeah?"

⇶ The second half is more of a rhetorical question. You are his princess whether you like it or not, and you wouldn't lift a finger if it was up to him

⇶ You are never not taken care of when with Katsuki

⇶ Especially on longer errand days, he'll treat you to brunch/lunch and even dinner if it's been all day!

⇶ If he takes you out early he'll take you to breakfast before you do anything

⇶ Sometimes he just straight up asks you to spend the night with him, because even though you've already spent all day together he just doesn't wanna leave you

⇶ If you somehow don't already have everything you already need at his apartment, he's perfectly fine with stopping by yours so you can get what you need

⇶ When you come back to his apartment you put everything away and go take a shower

⇶ And naturally, those showers are usually together. He just can't get enough of you, it's not his fault

⇶ No matter what this may suggest, your showers together are usually very wholesome

⇶ Washing each other's backs, holding each other, making shapes in the fog on the glass door, him fixing your shower cap so you don't get your hair wet, and kisses galore

⇶ Afterwards you put on one of his shirts as pajamas, and he puts your bonet/scarf on.for you because he for some reason really enjoys doing so, then curl up to watch tv together

⇶ Katsuki holds you flush against his chest, thumb tracing circles into the side of your arms, occasionally kissing the top of your head

⇶ Waits for you to fall asleep first, even if his eyes are barely open

⇶ Overall, you're Katsukis princess both in and out of the passenger seat, and he's going to treat you as such and will not take any objections <3

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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showering (together)

Author’s Note: brainstormed this while showering lmao.

showering (together)

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

If we’re talking average sized shower (like, square base, NOT an attached bathtub), then Gyomei def unintentionally hogs the showerhead

Not his fault tho, yanno? 🤪

Showering w/ him is like when two people try to wash their hands using the same faucet 😂

And you get the run off from his cupped palms (analogically speaking)

That being said, if you’re living together—showering together—then you prob eventually install a shower w/ multiple showerheads

Like, those large showers with opposing showerheads

Orrr an outdoor shower w/ side by side showerheads ??

Guess it depends on the location/season/weather lol

But you’d still likely need/want an indoor shower too

I TOTALLY HC GYOMEI TO BE A HUGE FAN OF SHOWER PRODUCTS

He’s all about exfoliating scrubs

Essential oil shower steamers

Fancy shaving creams

Hair masks

Tell him you’re interested in trying something, and literally the next time you shower it’ll be there

And he actually uses up everything too !!

~Eventually, obvi, he’s not wasting 5 shower steamers in one go

But you don’t have to feel too badly about accumulating a gluttonous amount of anything, bc he’s adamant and dedicated to fully utilizing and appreciating whatever he purchases

Plus, he’s got a lot of surface area to cover ?? 🤗

Scrubs, soaps, and other body things don’t last too long

Hair things, maybe a lil longer (depends more so on your hair care routine than his)

If y’all shop at Lush, then you best believe you get to turn in your 5 pots for a free facial often

As for how frequently you shower together

I imagine it’s a natural ebb and flow?

Like, it’s mutually understood that you’re ~always welcome to hop in unannounced, but there’s also never any offense taken if you decline an invite

Showering allows you to spend time together in a way that you wouldn’t w/ anyone else — w/o necessarily implying or prompting sexual activity

It’s an opportunity to cherish, nourish, and dote on each other while maintaining a lighter, familiar air

Romance and domesticity, appreciation and tranquility

Aaand you get a good laugh at how much bigger Gyomei’s towels are compared to yours 😇

Always bashful when you slip into the shower w/ him

Doesn’t matter if you’ve been together for months, or yrs

Tanjirou’s expression always brightens, just as his cheeks always darken ☺️

“Babe, you okay?” you ask teasingly, popping his #personal space bubble w/ a peck to his nose

“Yeah,” he gulps, blinking rapidly as he adjusts to your warmth, your proximity, “You’re beautiful.”

“As are you,” you grin, pressing a reassuring kiss to his right shoulder

“I’m off balance,” he pouts

You raise a knowing eyebrow, pressing another kiss to his left shoulder

“Much better,” he nods, “My turn.”

my turn always means showering for much longer than necessary

First, Tanjirou has to kiss your skin until you aren’t quite sure anymore if you’re glistening from the shower or from the wetness of his mouth

Mind you, they’re soft kisses — steady, grounding, worshiping kisses

Second, he has to slowly, thoroughly, painstakingly wash you

It’s his favorite “chore” — getting to relieve you of any grime, sweat, tension from your day

And if it’s a morning shower, then he indulges just as much in getting to be your gentle, careful awakening — your cheerful, quiet introduction to consciousness

Third, if you plan on washing your hair, then he has to do that too

Prob took him a plethora of tries to figure out exactly how much shampoo, conditioner, and/or whatever you use

Not to mention, that amount occasionally changes depending on: how dirty your hair feels, whether you’re growing it out, just got it cut, etc

Aaand, he def sometimes washes your hair twice just bc he enjoys the intimacy—love—soaked into doing such a task

Fourth, he has to hold you

As the shower does its job rinsing off his labor of devotion aka suds

Stroking your back with his inevitably pruning fingers

Eyes closed as he fades into the rhythm of your scent

“Tanjirou, we can’t fall asleep in the shower,” you chuckle fondly

And he knows you shouldn’t fall asleep in the shower

But he almost wants to

Wants to fall indefinitely into the bliss enveloping his being

Into the security, the promise, of your body embracing him

And as he holds you, he knows

He’s already falling, has been falling for ages, and it feels

Easy, soothing

Beautiful

DEF THE TYPE TO ONLY TAKE COLD SHOWERS 😭

Like, yeah, he runs hot (heh 😉)

But he’s also a morning person and cheerful and ugggh- 😝

I just 1,000% hc him to only take cold showers

“It is good for your immune system.”

“It is a refreshing way to start your day!”

“You waste less water, because you do not stay in the shower for as long!”

Bc it’s fucking cold KYOJURO AHHHHH 🙄

So if you ~aren’t the cold shower type

Then, uhh, good luck ?? 😶

Not to mention, he doesn’t take particularly long showers either

So even if you are the cold shower type

If you try to hop in the shower w/ him, then chances are he’s already halfway finished

“Good morning [y/n]! I am happy to share my shower with you! I am actually just about done, however.”

That being said, if you’re already showering (Imma go ahead and assume ~most ppl don’t take cold showers lmao) and he feels like joining you, then he’s polite and lets you control the water temp

Lowkey he prob melts a bit

Starts regretting his cold shower regimen

This is so comfortable ??

Why do I torture myself ??

Softens as he hugs your glistening skin, inhaling gentle steam, pressing light kisses into your wet hair

Def enjoys helping you wash your back

Chuckling to himself as he creates and pops shiny suds

Purposely drops the soap so he can lather your legs as well 😌

Nuzzles at your curves with his nose, totally unfazed by the inevitable taste of soap in his mouth

Rests his chin on your knee, staring intensely—adoringly—at you despite the deluge

You usually have to tug endearingly at his hair to get him to stand fully upright again

Kyojuro could honestly wash-rinse-admire-repeat you for hrs

Whiiich is also why he only indulges himself every so often ☹️

Normally offers bs excuses for why he can’t shower w/ you

But it’s just bc he knows he’s weak for you and your hot showers

And gosh darn it hE ONLY TAKES COLD SHOWERS 😤

Doesn’t mind showering together

AS LONG AS YOU DON’T CHANGE HIS MUSIC, OR ADJUST ITS VOLUME

Not that he’s blasting heavy metal first thing in the morning, or last thing at night

But showers are a moment of escape for Sanemi

He’s come a lonnng way from Why are you here? to This feels right in regards to

Well

Literally just your permanence in his life

So you’re allowed—encouraged—to escape w/ him

But pls don’t mess w/ his music

And also don’t take whatever he’s playing to heart

Man could be listening to melancholy break up songs while thinking about how happy and grateful he is to be your partner

Just as he could be listening to sappy love songs while thinking about how much you pissed him off yesterday

Dw tho: it’s prob over something silly, and he’ll still hold his breath in pleasant disbelief if you join him in the shower

HE’S A SUCKER FOR SHOWER KISSES

For how your lips glisten, wet from his skin

How they’re so soft, so mindful, so perfect

Caressing his scars, reaching to the depth of their ache, siphoning thin slivers of their layered weight

“You’re so pink,” you smile at his noticeable flush

“Cause the water’s hot,” he mutters

Which, he’s not lying

Buuut he’s also lying a little

Sure, the water’s hot

And so is affectionate glow in your stare

“Nemi,” you whisper, barely audible over the shower’s pitter patter

“Hm?” he rasps, pitch higher than intended

Fuck

You baited him 😔

The telltale roughness catching in his throat as he stands helpless

Defenseless against your gleeful squeal as you nip at his jaw, your hands as they squeeze his hips, the smoothness of faintly scented soap as you begin washing his fluttering chest

“You’re annoying,” he grumbles, his head tilting back, eyes closing contently as he savors the familiar glide of your now slippery fingertips along the strength in his shoulders

“You’re so pretty,” you declare, eliciting a shy, caught-off-guard gasp, “So pretty and so pink.”

Sanemi tries to look like he’s glowering, but you know him too well

He’s totally blushing and preening 🥰

Absolutely the type to take 40+ min, scalding showers 🥵

Idek if he’s having shower thoughts

He’s highkey just… in there ??

Vibing?

Prob loses track of time, steps out of the shower thinking it’s been 10 mins, but then he checks his phone and sees a couple missed calls from his dearly beloved aka you 😅

He feels badly about it tho

Water consumption, time consumption, the fact that he only washed himself for like, 5 mins, and then stood there for another 30+

So he compromises by showering w/ you !!

Well, it’s a compromise assuming your showers are shorter than his (bc he simply gets out whenever you do) 😆

He isn’t exactly a talkative or active showering partner

Still just vibing lol

But he does appreciate how delicately, smoothly you wash every inch of his relaxed form

How you rub small circles up and down his arms; interlock your soapy fingers w/ his; giggle as you scrub at his armpits; greedily wash his chest once, twice, three times, never tiring of his graceful muscles; playfully squeeze his bum on your way down to his legs; even carefully lifting his feet to ensure you clean his heels and toes

Ngl, he doesn’t really think to return the favor 🙃

BUT, if you casually, unassumingly, hand him the soap (once you’re satisfied w/ his lvl of soapiness, ofc)

Then he’ll automatically start washing you

He mimics your motions, having gradually—subconsciously—memorized your attention to detail

Little dabs of soap behind your ears, gentle scratching at the base of your neck, fingertips following the curves of your thighs, teasing pinches at the spots he knows are most sensitive

It’s almost counterproductive showering together ??

Bc even tho he’s counting on you to enforce #shower discipline, it’s difficult for you to resist the intimate, sensual lull that his presence—his touch—creates

You feel like you’re breaking your own heart when you turn off the water

The soft haze of shower Giyuu swirling quietly down the drain

Faint tautness sharpening his movements as he pushes aside the shower curtain

Steps onto the bathmat

“Let me wrap you up,” he murmurs, an inviting towel spanning from one of his hands to the other

He’s still dripping btw, like, what a gentleman ?! 🥺

So you let him

And you swear you can feel him pressing the lingering tenderness of shower Giyuu into your damp skin

Bc maybe there isn’t a shower Giyuu after all

It’s all just Giyuu

#headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #kamado tanjirou #tanjiro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

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a-n-conrad · 3 years

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Showers (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: You love Karl Heisenberg completely. And because of that, you are more than willing to put up with his quirks and flaws. However, you make sure to try everything in your bag of tricks to help him take care of himself a bit better and deal with his trauma. That means you have to come up with a plan to help distract him while he showers so that perhaps he can enjoy it a bit more. (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, depressed/traumatized Heisenberg, gender-neutral reader

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

Karl Heisenberg wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be in love with. You both knew it. He got angry easily. He would lock himself in his workshop for hours at a time. He was overly protective often, and wouldn’t let you wander without him there to protect you. He forgot to pick up supplies much more frequently than you’d like. And he was terrible at taking care of himself. He didn’t make it easy for you to care for him, but that never stopped you.

Part of it was that you were truly, unbelievably in love with him. There was no way that was changing over some minor annoyances. But part of it was that you were fucking stubborn. Karl had a habit of pushing people away. You didn’t know if he even knew it, but he seemed to try and push away anyone that got too close. You didn’t know what it was or why he did it, but you knew it wasn’t good for either of you. So you were far too stubborn to let him push you away like that.

So you got into the habit of helping him with all of these issues. You knew exactly how to help him calm down when he was upset. You’d find ways and excuses to drag him out of the workshop to take a break. You made sure to reassure him that you were safe whenever you went out. And you always made sure to gently remind him when you needed supplies. But the biggest thing that you made sure to do was to help him remember to take care of himself.

You made meals for him often and would bring them down to his workshop so that he didn’t have an excuse to not eat. You’d bring him water and other drinks, occasionally bringing him a chamomile tea or something of the sort when he had been avoiding sleep. You’d tend to any cuts on his hands, and you’d give his hands massages after he’s been working for hours, to help him avoid getting cramps. Your biggest challenge, however, was to get him to shower.

Heisenberg hated showers. It wasn’t the idea of hygiene that was the issue. It was a mix of a lot of other things. He was tired most of the time when he came back to the living area, far too tired to convince himself to go shower. His body ached, and the water pressure in his factory was, well, aggressive. And while he would never admit it, Karl was incredibly self-conscious. He hated having to look at himself while he washed. Part of it was that he didn’t like the way he looked, but most of it was the scars. A lot of those scars he didn’t quite remember getting. But he knew where they were from. And the thoughts of the experiments that Miranda did on him haunted him every time he had to look at his scars.

So you had to find ways to make showering a little less painful for him. You just weren’t really sure how to do that. There were a few little tricks that you had tried. You had tried getting him soaps in smells that he loved and that made him feel confident. You tried rewarding him for taking care of himself with extra cuddles. You had even tried getting him to shower with most of the lights off so he wouldn’t have to see the scars. None of that really seemed to work. So you were on to your last resort. Distraction.

- - - - -

“I’m back,” Karl sighed as he dragged himself through the door to the living quarter. He had just run for supplies after a long day of working on his experiments. You could tell that he was exhausted. And you also knew, from the layer of sweat, grease, and dirt clinging to his body, that there was no way that he was going to feel better until he took a warm shower and washed himself off.

“I’m glad you made it safely,” You responded, knowing you needed to ease him into the idea of a shower, “How was the supply run? Anything eventful happen?”

“Not really,” He sighed, setting the bags down on the table in the kitchen, starting to unpack the food and things that he had bought, “The Duke made me go to the middle of the village. My guess is that he was hoping for some drama from the villagers acting weird around me, but most of them just steered clear. I have no issues with them right now as long as they don’t get in my way, so there wasn’t anything to entertain The Duke.”

“I wish he wouldn’t use you for entertainment like that,” You sighed in response, helping him put everything away, “You have enough to deal with. You shouldn’t have to deal with him treating you like a circus animal.”

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it. It’s better than being a lab rat,” He responded, the bitterness in his voice being clear. All you could really do to respond was to nod, a slight frown on your face as you thought about his childhood once again. It always made you angry to think about, but it wasn’t helpful for anyone for you to get upset.

The two of you continued to unpack the supplies in warm silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It rarely was when the two of you were together. It was just that neither of you had anything to say. You were just enjoying each other’s company, enjoying being near each other, without having to fill the air with mindless small talk. It was only after you had put everything away that you finally broke the silence.

“Why don’t we hop in the shower, and then we can relax a bit,” You suggested gently, “You’ve had a long week. We should take some time to relax.”

He looked a bit uncomfortable and unsure at the suggestion, but didn’t outright object. He just winced. He understood that he needed a shower, but the look on his face told you that it might take a bit more convincing.

“I’ll join you if you want,” You said, winking at him, “I could use a shower too, so perhaps we could make things a bit more fun.”

His eyes widened a bit at that, and you saw his thoughts get a bit conflicted. He still wasn’t excited about the idea of having to go shower, but he was never one to turn down sex. He was entirely enamored with you, he thought you were the most attractive person he had ever seen. You watched the debate happen behind his eyes, trying to decide if he hated showering more than he loved seeing you nude. Eventually the part of him that just wanted to touch you all the time won out, and you saw the debate end. And he nodded in agreement to your plan.

- - - - -

You got the showering running while he got himself undressed. You had figured out the temperature of water that both of you liked a while ago, so you managed to get it right much quicker than Karl could. You couldn’t do much to help with the insane water pressure, but getting it to a decent temperature made it a much nicer experience.

Karl hesitated at the edge of the water flow when you were both ready. Something about actually stepping into the shower was one of the hardest steps for him. Because of that, you made a point to help him with that. You grabbed his hand and guided him into the shower with you, pulling him a bit closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in for a quick kiss to distract him while he started to get used to the feeling of the water running down his body.

It took a few moments for him to adjust, but eventually you felt his muscles relax under your fingers as you ran your hands across his body. You took that as your cue to start getting him cleaned up. You started with his hair, which got greasy pretty quickly. You rubbed the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. He seemed to relax even more, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair. The feeling seemed to be doing well enough to distract him.

You normally try to get in and out as quickly as you can when it comes to helping Karl shower, and usually that means forgoing things like conditioner. But this time, you had a feeling that you had the time. So as you finished with the shampoo and slowly washed it out of your hair, never stopping your massages in the process, you grabbed your conditioner from the shelf. Karl didn’t use your soap very often, but sometimes when he was feeling especially sad, he liked to. It made it so that even if you weren’t right next to him, he could smell you.

You massaged the conditioner in, taking extra care to note exactly what motions made him relax extra. You took the opportunity to detangle a few of the knots in his hair as well. Using your fingers to gently pull the knots apart. Before long, his hair was soft and detangled, and he had been fairly relaxed the whole time. He hadn’t said anything, still fairly on edge, but he was much less tense than usual.

It was once you had moved on to the body wash that you could feel the tension returning to his body, despite your effort to massage his tight muscles. His whole body tensed each time your fingers ran across a scar. You watched every muscle in his back turn hard as your hand ran across a large scar on his hip. You needed to find a way to help him relax, before the calm mood was ruined completely.

You ran your hands across his chest, turning him to face you and taking a break from washing him off. He looked at you, a bit confused as you did. You just smiled at him, a smile that you knew made his heart melt a bit. The kisses you left softly on his neck did wonders on distracting him as well. He seemed tough, rigid like the metal he worked with, but when you were soft with him, he melted in an instant. So you just had to be soft.

You continued your care, leaving soft, small kisses across his collar bone. His hands started to wander, grabbing at your body as his own started to relax a bit. You finally felt his shoulders relax as one of your hands began to wander as well, sliding from his chest to just above his belt line. One of his hands raised to your face, pulling you by the chin into a kiss. It wasn’t rough like his usually are, but it was passionate in the soft and loving way.

As he pulled you closer, careful not to make you slip on the wet flooring, you felt something poke your leg, his erection catching your attention clearly. You had implied something a bit more intimate to bait him into the shower, so perhaps it was time for you to make good on that promise.

He raised his eyebrows as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down his chest as you did. You made sure to add a few kisses to his chest and stomach on the way down as well, your lips catching a slight taste of soap, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t ignore. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a small smirk finding its way onto your face as you started to slide your hands a bit lower, following the path of his hips to where his legs meet.

He was watching you intently, his mind far removed from the normal complaints of a shower. The only thing he was thinking about right now was you. He watched carefully as your hands moved to his cock, handling him gently at first. You gave him a few light pumps, getting a feel of just how aroused he was. The small drops of precum that appeared almost instantly were a pretty clear sign of just how much he wanted you. And you weren’t about to deny him what he wanted.

You started with a broad lick across the length of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head when you reached the tip. He groaned loudly, his hands finding their way to the back of your head in an instant. You took his tip into your mouth, still swirling your tongue around him. You could feel his impatience as his fingers started to dig into the back of your head as he tried to resist the urge to push your head down further.

Teasing was never something that he handled well, getting impatient quickly. He liked to take control, taking over completely if you teased him too much. Normally, you enjoyed it, but this was meant to distract him, meant to give him a chance to relax. So you yielded to his need, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth, making sure to maintain suction as you started to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” He groaned, pushing your head down just a bit more. You couldn’t help but savor the look of him, practically melting in your hands. His eyes were almost rolling back in his head as you took him all the way into your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as he reached your throat.

You moaned in response, the vibration making him groan again. The taste of his precum in the back of your throat was bitter and acidic, a sharp contrast to the clean smell of the soap clinging to his body. However, all you were truly thinking about at that moment was making him feel as good as you possibly could. You wanted to make him come undone completely in your mouth. And you were going to do just that.

You had to take a moment to breathe after a while, though, pulling him out of your mouth completely to do so. You looked divine, though. That was all Karl could think of as he watched you. The line of saliva trailing from your mouth to the tip of his cock, the look of your chest raising and falling harshly as you tried to catch your breath, the water clinging to your skin, all of it was perfect. You were perfect.

He almost lost it completely when you took him into your mouth again, the feeling of your tongue and the inside of your mouth wrapping around him was almost too much. You could feel it in the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and you hummed a bit to add a bit of extra sensation. He was getting close, so you would encourage him, edge him closer until he broke his resolve.

The hand on the back of your head was helping you along, setting a pace that he was enjoying as he pushed your head down the length of his cock. You made sure to keep the suction, and to continue to curl your tongue around him. He was cursing under his breath as you did, clearly losing his control. The shaking in his legs was another clear sign that he was reaching his finish. You were just enjoying turning him into putty in your hands. The sounds he made were music to your ears.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna- fuck,” He groaned out, giving you a bit of warning. You hummed in response, a sign that he had permission to spill himself into your mouth. And he did just that, the hot, sticky substance shooting straight into your throat and he held your head in place, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Saliva and cum dripped out of the corners of your mouth as you pulled your head back, letting him fall from your mouth. The line your saliva formed, connecting your mouth to his cock was clear. It only broke when you closed your mouth again, swallowing deeply to clear your mouth out, but never breaking eye contact with Karl.

His pupils were still blown wide as he watched you catch your breath. He never took his eyes off of you. But his body was relaxed, the tension in his muscles had entirely dissolved, and instead of the normal far-off look in his eyes that he usually had when he was trying to stay calm, they were entirely focused on you. Your plan seemed to have worked.

“We should do this more often,” You said, an amused grin clear on your face.

“I agree,” He replied.

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thewayshedreamed · 3 years

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Congrats on the 800 followers bby you deserve it! I have a good one for you. I slipped and fell in the shower and the only person who can help me is my enemy for nessian 👀👀👀

Well, Sim, it was you who BLEW my word count. I should have seen it coming, I guess 👀

Although, I will say you didn't do it alone. I also combined @maastrash 's prompt "Are you hurt? What happened?" and one from anon, "You're cute when you're all worried."

They all went together so well that I couldn't resist. And as a result, you got this 3k+ beast. RIP 800-word limit.

Anyway, I hope you like it, my love! Enjoy!

Nesta wasn't sure why she had agreed to go to the beach with Feyre, Rhysand, and his brothers. Gwyn had come through in her time of need and agreed to join them, but she'd quickly flipped her allegiances to spend more time on the beach with the others instead of retreating back to the house with Nesta. She had a suspicion it had something to do with a certain tall, dark, and broody man who hoarded his smiles from the public eye.

Unless the public eye belonged to Gwyneth Berdara.

After the long trek to their rented beach house, Nesta stopped at the edge of the dock to knock the sand from her shoes. There was a small shower outside the backdoor to rinse the saltwater and stubborn sand from her body, and Nesta hissed against the stark cold that rained down on her legs. A proper shower was the only thing that was going to combat the chill in her blood, and that realization was enough to solidify her decision to stay inside the rest of the afternoon with a romance novel.

Her towel was full of sand, so she hanged it over the porch railing and headed directly to the bathroom. It was best if she peeled her bikini off in the shower to avoid scattering any lingering sand all over her bedroom, so she moved swiftly into the small bathroom and cranked the water nearly to the warmest setting. The firm grip of her arms around her body did very little to combat the goosebumps on her skin, and she let out a near moan at the feel of the hot water.

She closed the shower door behind her and stood beneath the spray properly to rinse her hair. Her bikini made a loud slopping sound against the tile in the corner. Dealing with it was a task for someone with any motivation beyond warmth and cleanliness.

Nesta lathered her hair and combed a generous amount of conditioner through her strands to help with the detangling process. The wind had created a monster, adding another notch against the beach in her book.

While her conditioner did the Cauldron's work, she grabbed a wash cloth and body wash. As she moved back beneath the spray, her foot slipped over the suds near the drain, but Nesta righted herself with a firm hand against the tile wall. The excessive amount of conditioner wasn't helping matters.

She rinsed her hair and body all at once to get to her lounge clothes as soon as possible. Stepping out of the spray to hang her washcloth on the nearby rack to dry was near torture now that she was properly warmed, and Nesta wasted no time in stepping back into the water for one last hit before shutting it off.

That was her intention, anyway. What happened instead is that her traitorous feet were no match for the slick tile, and the backward steps were all it took to send her careening to the floor. She slapped at the wall to no avail, finding no ally in reach. What she did find was insult to injury when various toiletry bottles rained down on top of her.

She had stupidly tried to brace her fall with her other hand, sending a spark of pain from her palm to her shoulder. Her groan echoed off the walls and the shower showed no mercy as the water rained onto her chest, all over her face.

A booming voice made her eyes snap open, only to snap them shut against the sting of the water.

"Nes?"

Her delay had been too long. The bathroom door burst open, and through the frosted glass, she saw Cassian's imposing form assessing the situation.

"Nesta? Are you hurt? What happened?"

This could not be happening. Of all the fuckers to be in the house at one of her lowest points, it had to be Cassian. Gwyn would be hearing about this.

"Go away."

She cringed against how dejected she sounded. Turning her head and shielding her eyes with her uninjured arm, she found that he did no such thing.

"Cassian," she warned. "Get the fuck out of here. Now."

He propped a hip on the bathroom counter. Arrogant bastard. At least, from what she could tell, his chin was turned up toward the ceiling rather than his gaze being fixed on the frosted glass.

"Something tells me things aren't going well if you've yet to peel yourself off the floor."

Nesta rolled her eyes and turned her face toward the water once more. Maybe she could drown.

"Let me help."

"I thought I was pretty clear. I'm not accepting help from you."

A deep sigh sounded in the bathroom, but before she could snap, his rough voice followed.

"Fine. Don't accept my help. Rhys came with me to grab snacks for the others. I'll have him switch with me."

"No," she roared, cringing against the command in her voice and her lack of options.

Every time she tried to sit up, pain tore through various parts of her body. Her ass, the hip that had taken most of the impact, her shoulder. She needed help, and while she hated the idea of accepting it from Cassian, she would rot in hell before Rhysand helped her out of the shower. How had she found herself in a situation where her only chance at help was the man who spent the majority of his life being as big of a pain in her ass as possible?

His voice sounded again, but it carried away from her. "Rhys, head back without me." His brother's voice came next, but Nesta couldn't hear him over the patter of water in the shower. "Nah, I'm good. Just taking a break from the sun. I'll catch up."

With that, he shut the bathroom door behind him. At least Cassian had the good sense to lie to Rhys rather than recruit any additional attention to her compromising position.

"Alright, Sweetheart. I've got a towel ready. I'm going to open up and shut the water off."

Nesta's breath hitched at the rush of cool air, at the form that cast her in shadow almost entirely. She pulled her legs up and shielded her chest with her good arm, earning a throaty chuckle from her savior.

"I'm not looking. I'd rather when a woman wants me to see them naked."

Why her need to launch jabs at him overpowered her pain was lost on her. "Must have been a while, then."

"Saw a good set out on the beach, actually. She was feeling pretty generous after watching me and Az play volleyball, I guess."

Nesta scowled. That tingling sensation down her spine didn't feel secondary to her injuries at hearing the story.

"You're a pig," she grumbled, but she let Cassian drape the towel over her front and ease her into a sitting position.

"It felt rude not to look."

Her huff of a laugh was genuine. Damn him. He moved to wrap the towel tightly around her shoulders.

"Think you can stand up?"

Nesta grimaced against the soreness in her hip. "Yeah. In a couple of minutes."

Without a word, Cassian hoisted her into his arms with measured gentleness. Her cheek rested against his shoulder since she didn't have her arms free to prop her up, but she barely had the energy anyway.

He maneuvered them out of the tight bathroom and down the hall to her room, easing her onto the edge of her bed. She opened her mouth to say thanks, but he had already spurred into action.

"What did you want to wear?"

"I'll get it."

He shot her a glare. "Fine. I'll pick."

Nesta growled her frustration, but Cassian only ticked his eyebrows upward in challenge. She hadn't realized initially that he wore only his swim trunks, half of his black hair pulled back and out of his face. The sun added color to his already bronze skin and left a soft blush on his cheeks that accented his hazel eyes. And she, to the contrary, was a lump beneath a massive towel. One that had managed to injure herself during a simple shower, evidenced by the soaked strands of hair plastered to her face and shoulders.

"There's a large night shirt in my suitcase and some sleep shorts."

Cassian grabbed them before turning toward her, a hand gripping the back of his neck. "Anything... underneath?"

Nesta allowed a sardonic laugh. "Underwear are for people with the use of both their arms."

He cleared his throat and left the clothes next to her on the bed. With a final instruction to call for him if she needed anything, he was gone.

She assessed the clothing and picked the shirt up first. One of her arms was through a sleeve in no time, but the second one was another story entirely. With a defeated whimper she gave up, dropping her arms into her lap with a hiss.

"Cassian!"

No response. Maybe he didn't hear her; the house was rather large. Her voice was louder the second time.

"Cassian!"

A muffled thud sounded, followed by a quick, "Coming!"

He appeared at the threshold of her door, dripping with water and suds. A large towel was wrapped around his waist, his grip white-knuckled to keep it in place.

"Everything alright? Where's the fire?"

Nesta blinked at him. "You said to call you if I needed anything," she pointed out, running her eyes over his state in accusation.

Cassian let out a long, suffering sigh. "I meant it, but you said you had this part covered. I take a 3-minute shower, tops."

"Well, I don't have it covered."

There was more bite to her voice than she'd intended, but self-pity and shame were settling into her bones. She hugged the nightshirt tighter against her body to serve as some form of armor, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Cassian's shoulders sagged, but she barely noticed in favor of watching beads of water travel down his torso, over his strong calves, and make a small puddle on the floor below. "I'm sorry. I was full of sweat and sand. I thought you'd be more likely to take help if I was clean."

Something in her chest softened at his forethought, even more so since he was right.

"Go finish your shower," she relented, settling her hips deeper into the mattress. "I can wait until you're done. I just— I need some help with my clothes."

He was on the balls of his feet, ready to haul himself straight to the shower. The water beneath his feet made her breath hitch. The words left her before she could think better of them.

"Careful! Don't rush." He blinked as if seeing her for the first time, but his usual cocky grin eventually stretched across lips. "I can't help you if you fall, too. And I'm not keeping you company on the ground until the rest of them come back."

Cassian's smile grew. He offered her a wink before he replied, "You're cute when you're all worried."

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Go."

He hurried off on balanced feet, whether that was on Nesta's orders or a natural grace, she wasn't sure. While she waited, she opted to set them up as best as possible to make the process quick and painless. Well, minimally painful, considering there was a layer of awkwardness that was going nowhere fast. That was without counting the actual physical pain she would no doubt endure.

With a pathetic swatting motion, she knocked her sleep shorts to the floor and began shuffling them around with her feet. She'd managed to slip one into the proper leg hole before she heard Cassian's rich laugh from the doorway.

"Stubborn woman," he mused, seemingly allowing a sliver of affection to slip through. Nesta knew better.

She scowled, turning her chin up to make sure he knew how unwelcome his teasing was. He laughed harder and dropped to his knees in front of her, adjusting the tee he’d pulled over his head on his way into the room.

"What do you want to put on first? You're half-committed to both."

"Let's go with the shirt. It's long enough to cover me while we work on the shorts." Cassian nodded, reaching toward the crumpled article of clothing in her lap. Nesta jerked back to establish some expectations before moving forward. "You're about to see me naked."

"Yeah, probably," he sighed, as if it was a burden to him, too. "I won't look more than necessary though."

"Okay, good. And this doesn't change anything, so don't start acting weird around me. We take this to the grave, too. We'll never hear the end of it otherwise."

Cassian bit the inside of his cheek, pursing his lips in a failed attempt to hide his amusement. "You have my word."

He gently peeled the shirt from her grasp, sliding each sleeve beyond the crooks of her elbows before pulling the opening over her head. Nesta hissed at the pinch of pain through her shoulder but bit her tongue.

"I know. I'm sorry." He pulled the fabric down her sides and over her back. The backs of his knuckles dragged across her soft skin, and she barely contained her shiver.

Clearing his throat, he looked to the floor where her shorts were still tangled around her feet. He got to work on straightening them and allowed her to slip her other foot into the proper place. He didn't dare look up at her through his next request.

"Think you could put your weight on the leg that's not as sore?"

Nesta swallowed and said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Use my shoulders to brace your weight, too.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for him. He was solid beneath her, the muscles in his shoulders unyielding under her grip. She had to resist flexing her fingers more firmly in a test of their resilience.

Cassian eased her shorts upward, the roughness of his knuckles tracing the same blazing path as they had over her back. His gaze was fixed resolutely on the floor, yet he managed to release them at the proper moment. The soft pop of the elastic snapped her out of whatever trance she was under, but the echo remained in the feel of his warm hands easing her hips back down to the mattress.

"Maybe we should have someone take a look at you; make sure you're okay." His brows came together when he realized she was already shaking her head in refusal.

"I'll rest a bit, and I'll be fine. I may be sore tomorrow, but I'm good."

Without a word, Cassian braced one of his legs outward and scooped Nesta into his arms. It grated her nerves how easily he'd lifted them both into a standing position.

"What are you doing? You can't make me go to the doctor."

Cassian leaned back and shook his head, trying to get his rogue hair out of his face. "I'm not manhandling you to the doctor, Nes. Settle down." His bottom lip jutted out to try and blow the strands away while he walked. "I'm taking you to the couch and getting you ice."

Oh. Well, that hadn't been what she expected. The gesture was enough to have her mindlessly raise a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His eyes snapped to hers, his steps slowing to a stop in front of the couch. Their faces were close enough that she could run her nose along his if she wanted to, but she definitely didn't. Not even at the feel of his firm chest heaving against her.

They stayed that way, transfixed by the contact that was somehow more intimate than when he had draped clothes over her naked body. Their breathing settled into a rhythm together, and Nesta couldn't resist tracing the path of his sharp jaw. His slight stubble scraped against the pads of her fingers, all the way to his chin, where she grazed over his skin with her thumb. She snatched her hand away like he'd burned her.

Cassian's throat bobbed, and his fingers flexed against her ribs. His other hand did the same against her thigh, except his thumb traced a soft, idle path back and forth along the sensitive skin at the back. He made no moves to put her down.

Nesta knew she would regret the loss of his warmth immediately, but the line they flirted was thin. Not to mention, it was irresponsible to succumb to such a base urge considering, any other time, they would be poised to rip each others' heads off.

The shrieks of children at the neighboring beach house snapped their attention to something beyond the bubble they'd created for themselves. Cassian eased her to the couch and positioned pillows around her to keep as much pressure off of her aching joints as possible. He threw a blanket over her legs before heading to the nearby kitchen for ice.

Nesta watched his retreat with shameless appreciation. How had she never stopped to look at him through her current lens? Doing so may have been enough to make her more agreeable in nature. The thought made worry sink in her gut with what had transpired moments before, and she craved the oddly familiar banter they'd engaged in since he showed up to the scene of her demise.

"So," she called, eyes fixed on the intricately patterned throw pillow beneath her injured arm, "how much did you see?"

His voice was closer than she'd expected, but she managed not to startle. "Uh— I mean. I saw some things."

Nesta fixed her glare on him, and he gave her a sideways smile while he placed the ice strategically over her shoulder. She hissed against the cold, earning a look of apology.

"What things?"

He let out along breath. "A bit of everything, really. Not on purpose. " A slight blush turned the tips of his ears pink, but Nesta didn't comment on it. "Mostly, you know—" He gestured back and forth between his pecs. "—everything else was more... indirect, I guess."

Nesta groaned, allowing her forehead to fall to her good hand, cradling it in her palm. Cassian moved to the nearby armchair and took a sip of his bottled water.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sweetheart," he soothed, albeit mockingly. "They're not the worst ones I've seen today."

—

They had watched a movie in loaded silence until the others trudged up to the house near sunset. Nesta gave the cliff notes of how she'd wound up injured on the couch, making no mention of Cassian's help. The last thing they needed was an onslaught of questions from their nosy friends.

"I thought you were coming back out there. What happened to you?"

Cassian's brows drew together at Rhys' question. "Well, I saw Nesta laid up on the couch and offered to watch a movie with her. I lost track of time."

Rhysand eyed him skeptically, but no one questioned it. Cassian redirected everyone's attention to the matter of what they would cook as a group that night, but he was sure to give Nesta strict orders to stay planted on the couch. Overbearing prick.

With so many hands on deck, dinner was ready quickly. They all settled around the table, and Gwyn had made it a point to cushion Nesta's chair with pillows before letting her sit down. Her best friend must have sensed the verbal lashing that awaited her in the privacy of their shared room that night.

Laughter filled the space while they told stories from the day's events. Apparently, Azriel had rescued Gwyn from a feared creature of the deep while taking a dip in the water. He had hardly been able to stop laughing himself to tears long enough to complete the epic tale of how he defeated the bundle of seaweed that had threatened Gwyn's life so mercilessly. The latter hadn't found it quite so amusing, but Az offered her a broad smile in apology.

Nesta wasn't sure she had ever seen one quite so wide on his face, and holy gods. If she'd thought him to be beautiful before, she had been sorely mistaken.

As they usually did, Rhysand and Feyre settled close to each other as the other talked. Rhys was busy murmuring things into Feyre's ear that made her cheeks as red as Gwyn's sunburn, which earned a proper warning from Cassian to "stop being gross with his little sister". Nesta agreed with him enough to refrain from reminding him that he was in no way related to Feyre.

"Don't mind him, Darling," Rhys purred. "He's pouting because the only action he'll see during this trip will be self-directed."

Cassian nostrils flared in annoyance, and for whatever reason, Nesta found herself rising to his defense.

"I don't know," she sang, "I hear Cassian saw a pretty good set today."

A chorus of questions broke out, but he only had eyes for Nesta. The gleam in his eyes told her he knew she hadn't been referring to the ones flashed to him and Azriel after the beach volleyball game.

"I did," he agreed, sipping some of the amber liquid in his glass. "Perfect, actually."

The questions continued, and Azriel reluctantly began recounting the tale of he and Cassian's victory flashing. Nesta used her good arm to raise her wine to her lips, mouthing a subtle thank you over the glass for everything he'd done for her. The least she could do was preserve a bit of his dignity.

Cassian lifted his class in mock cheers and said everything he needed to with a single wink.

The pleasure was all mine.

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spideykaiparker · 4 years

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A hot day indeed

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

tiktok!AU

warning(s) : smut

this is based on this tiktok trend ↓

authors note : this is my first ever fanfiction, I'm sorry if it's bad, also english is not my first language, please forgive any grammar and spelling mistakes.

Happy Reading! ^_^

it was hot outside, and even with the air conditioner it was still hot as hell. All of the avengers were just laying around in the common room whilst fighting the hot weather.

peter was lying on the ground next to the fan, while Y/N was on the couch next to him.

"ugh it's too hot" Y/N complained throwing her head back.

"hey what about we take a nice and cold shower" peter suggested looking up to her with a smirk.

"eww we didn't need to hear that" sam groaned while the other avengers were just wearing disgusted faces.

"yeah whatever, you know what, that's actually a good idea, c'mon peter" Y/N said while getting up from the couch. peter looked at her with a shocked face.

"w-wait really? okay then let's go" peter stuttered while dragging Y/N away to his room.

they arrived to his room and peter immediately dragged Y/N to the bathroom and started to take his clothes off, and Y/N followed him taking her clothes off too.

while taking off his clothes, peter couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N who was preparing the cold shower. she looked ethereal even with all those scars from past missions, peter thought that she's perfect even if she doesn't think so herself.

when the shower was ready, Y/N got inside under the shower and started washing her hair. noticing the absence of a certain someone, she looked up and saw peter just standing there staring at her.

"what are you looking at? c'mon you were the one who suggested we take a shower, get in here" Y/N asked making a gesture with her hand to tell peter to join her while raising one of her eyebrow.

"y-yeah, no, i wasn't looking at anything" peter stuttered while shaking his head, walking to her and standing behind her in the shower.

while showering, peter couldn't stop his mind from thinking about how the water slid down the valley of her breasts, how her ass was the perfect size for peter to grip on due to all of those intense training. everything she does looks hot to him.

noticing someone's stare, Y/N turned around and saw peter's eyes were blown, looking at her like she was a snack, nope scratch that, like she was a full course meal. his hands were kept to his sides but was clenched into a tight fists, willing himself not to touch Y/N.

"peter" Y/N said, looking at him

"yeah?" he answered.

"kiss me" she said, and that's all it took for peter to get rid of any remaining self restraint, immediately kissing her, pushing her against the wall with one hand besides her head while the other gripping her waist like his life depended on it.

his lips clashing with hers in a messy kiss, tongue immediately pushing into her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth. one of his hands coming down to her ass, gripping it like he imagined before.

her hands coming up to his shoulders, connecting behind his head, switching up between playing with the hair on his nape and gripping his shoulders.

"peter" kiss. "pete" kiss "pete!" Y/N said tapping his shoulders while pulling away from the kiss.

"what?" peter asked, breathing heavily catching his breath"

"we shouldn't do this here, let's go to your room" Y/N said.

"yeah okay" peter answered, still dazed while catching his breath.

Y/N pulled him to his room, immediately kissing him again. peter wasting no time to kiss her back, even more messy and rough than before, if that's even possible.

slowly, they made it to his bed, Y/N falling backwards with peter following suit, hovering above her with his each of his hands besides her head, still kissing her.

slowly one his hand snaked down to her breasts playing with her already hard nipples, pinching and tugging on it, then continuing down to her wet heat.

slowly rubbing his fingers on the bundle of nerves in a circular motions, she let out a small moan, while his hands inching down to her hole, inserting two fingers at once, slowly pulling it back out to test the waters, and then pushing back inside in a rough pace immediately hitting her sweet spot.

"c'mon baby, let me hear your pretty moans" peter said while moaning himself looking at her face that's contorted in pleasure. she moaned harder when peter added another finger inside of her, slowly inching her closer to her release.

her walls tighten around his fingers, indicating him that she's close to her release. immediately, peter took out his fingers, Y/N releasing a cry of disappointment, inching her own hand to finish herself off.

"a-a-ah, you're going to cum around me" peter said while shaking his head.

peter took his already leaking hard self, lining it up with her heat, slowly rubbing up and down, teasing her.

she whined, legs wrapping around his hips, pushing him inside herself.

they both let out content moans, peter slowly moving himself, getting rougher and rougher with each thrust.

hands gripping her waist tightly, thrusting in even deeper than before. slowly one of his hands went up to her throat, slightly gripping it.

she moaned harder even with the hand on her throat. hands finding themselves on his abs and chest, going up to his shoulders, pulling him even closer than before.

their mouths found their way back to each other, kissing messily, biting each others lips.

his lips went down to her neck, kissing and biting every inch of her skin, marking her up, to let know everyone that she belongs to him.

her walls tighten around him, indicating him again that she's close to her release. peter's grip tightened on her waist also indicating her that he's also close.

"i-i'm cumming" she said in between moans.

"i know baby, let's go together, okay?" he let out, thrusts becoming messy.

she cums first, with peter not far behind, cumming inside of her, moaning into each others mouths.

slowly his grip falters and peter fell on top of her, face going in between the part where her neck and her shoulder connect, still holding onto his weight to avoid crushing her.

"that was.." Y/N trailed off, catching her breath.

"amazing" peter continued with a smile.

"yeah" she replied also smiling.

she began to get up to go to the bathroom to clean herself up again, while peter changed the sheets.

after awhile, she came out, only wearing one of his oversized t-shirt with a pair of panties.

she laid down on the bed, head against the headboard, grabbing the remote to put on a random tv show. peter following her, laying in between her legs, his head right on top of her covered heat. her hands found their way to his head playing with the curls

it was silent for awhile, except for the tv show playing in the background.

peter pulled out his phone, scrolling through tiktok for a little bit, then finding a certain video that intrigued him. it was a guy with his head in between a girls thigh, lipsync-ing to the audio.

peter decided to make that video. he recorded himself in between her thighs, Y/N was curious of what he was doing and saw that he was recording himself, she smiled and slightly squeezed her thighs together around his head, he looked up at her with a smile, then kissed one of her thigh besides his head.

then at the last few seconds, he angled the phone upwards, to catch a glimpse of her in the video. he ended the recording then watched it over, deciding to post it not giving it any second thoughts. going back to cuddle with her

the next morning, peter got out of bed and preparing for school, then heading to midtown. while Y/N was still sleeping because she was homeschooled.

at school, he went to his lockers that was coincidentally next to ned's, grabbing the books that he needed for first period.

ned and mj approached him, ned slightly running to peter, while mj was just walking normal.

"dude!" ned slightly shouted at peter while slapping his arm.

"what?!" peter answered, slightly agitated with the slapping

"your tiktok!" ned said excitedly.

"what tiktok?" peter asked, confused to why ned was making such a big deal about his tiktok.

"the video you posted with the Y/N stark yesterday!" ned said while swinging peters hand back and forth.

"yeah, what about it?" peter asked, still confused.

"it's viral!" ned said excitedly once again.

"what?!" peter exclaimed, afraid of what would happen if the kids in his school finds out.

"yeah dude! your tiktok got like a million likes and probably flash is going to come for you, right about now.."

true to his words, flash appeared besides peter with a glare, slamming his locker shut.

"hey penis, what was your tiktok about yesterday with Y/N stark, huh?" flash asked crossing his arms to make him look intimidating.

"nothing" peter simply answered.

"nothing, huh? it sure doesn't look like nothing to me" flash snapped.

"well what do you want me to say huh? that i recorded a video of me in between my girlfriend's thighs after sex? is that what you want to hear?" peter snapped back, fed up with flash's nonsense. while the other students that were starting to gather around his locker gasped.

ned and flash looked at peter with shock clearly on their faces, each with a meaning different from the other. ned was shocked because peter finally snapped back at flash, and flash, shocked because of the fact that penis parker the nerd of the school was sleeping with the Y/N Stark, daughter of Iron Man and heir of stark industries, gifted with both beauty, and intelligence. also the fact that peter admitted that he was dating Y/N stark.

"i-i bet you're lying, there's no way you, penis parker can know Y/N stark, let alone date her." flash stuttered but still not wanting to lose.

"what other proof do you want huh? I don't know what else to tell you, it's fine if you don't believe me, but just leave me alone." peter said while rolling his eyes and gestured for ned and mj to head on to class.

the three of them walked to class with ned not shutting up about how cool peter stood up to flash, while mj just had a small proud smile.

"that was nice of you to finally talking back to flash, nerd" mj said with a sly smirk.

for the rest of the day, they carried on with their normal lives but with people still talking about peter and Y/N.

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