#healer nsft

[onlyfuckswgods]

Healers with cum-based magic - how much cum is inside their holes at any given time is what they draw power from.

Imagine healing a hot knight and the only payment you ask is for him to fuck you raw and replenish the amount of cum it took to heal him? Healing a monster with the same method of "payment". Being part of a team and your teammates keep your magic well "stocked" by taking turns fucking you every night - you can recognize your teammates by how they fuck you, the shape of them inside you, how fast and how much they cum.

[thrucrax]

me realizing bert has a foot kink and the questions are gonna start coming

[sageofthestrange]

Since it seems like everyone else finally found the existence of this masterpiece, I'll throw my copper in for Valerya. Also including some of the spell's... "METAMAGIC" changes I found fitting!

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Some like it rough, pt 2 4D

Orihime, despite presenting herself as kind and soft, secretly craved when men used her as a toy, like a slut. And when she brought home a goliath lover that night, she got exactly what she wanted.

Some Like it Rough v2: 4D

"Fuck yes~! Harder, baby—oh, fuck, smack me 'til I bruise~!"

It was strange hearing such debaucherous and degrading language falling from the face of someone so kind and innocent, but if there was one thing Tormund had learned over the course of the evening, it was that looks could be deceiving—and Orihime Inoue's sweet, soft, angelic appearance hid so much depravity, he was stunned she was still an active cleric. Apparently the gods were more forgiving these days.

The goliath warrior grinned down at his gorgeous new fuckdoll, a hand large enough to dwarf a catcher's mitt smacking her hard across the face—immediately coaxing a desperate moan from Orihime's lips. "Is that what you want, slut~?" he growled down at her, the hand dropping to wrap around her slender neck and squeeze, clenching down hard to choke her out.

Immediately, Orihime's body arched under him, her lips parting in a sharp, desperate cry. "FUCK YESS~!!" she moaned out, and she gasped as her gaze locked on his—bright lust glowing in her amber eyes as her body bounced on the bed with his thrusts. "Oh fuck, baby, yes~! Mmm, break me, break my slutty body with your big, strong hands and your fat, throbbing dick~!! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP~!!"

The desperation in her cries made the goliath groan with wanton desire—no, there was no doubt in his mind now, there was no way Tormund was leaving this town without the slutty healer in tow. He growled down at her, his other hand rising to smack across her fat, bouncing breasts, before wrapping around her neck as well and holding her down as his hips slammed roughly into hers, the bed under them groaning in protest.

"When I'm through with you, bitch~ you won't be able to think of anything but fucking yourself on that fat, throbbing dick~!" he snarled down to her, roaring as he slammed his lips to hers and buried himself balls deep into her guts.

The cleric under him shuddered and moaned, her arms immediately rising to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close. Her own holy wardings protected her from the potent half-giant seed that spilled into her womb, but that was fine—she had no doubt Tormund would wear them out before the night was through, and she'd be fully knocked up as he carried her away in the early morning light—happily taken away by the first man to truly satisfy her.

[robot-girl-bites]

When you accidentally edge yourself because you forgor you joined a queue in ffxiv and the queue pops bright before you finish

.......low key about to do it more honestly >.>

[jackals-horny-jail]

actually i think solas is also Big on non physical restraints ie being told to keep his hands still but also in the magic bondage variety,

[shalomniscient]

Hi!! I absolutely ADORE all your Feixiao prompts...thinking about the knotting prompts for DAYS. how comfortable are you with exhibitionism?? i can't help but think of Feixiao taking her omega in front of lingsha. Maybe she lets her join in on the fun....

[nsft utc]

SEE OKAY here’s my thesis of it all. alpha!feixiao very much dom tops omega!reader and omega!lingsha, INDIVIDUALLY. however if she’s dealing with TWO omegas at the same time she becomes a complete sub, either top or bottom. i know that sounds insane BUT two demanding, needy omegas is a lot for a girlie to handle and if one’s riding her face and the other is sucking her off or riding her dick stupid then she’s gonna lose a few braincells yk?

at that point feifei just becomes an alpha you and lingsha share and boss around and it turns her on more than she ever thought possible. she barely has enough time to breathe after slipping out of lingsha having knotted her for the past half hour before you push her flat on her back and start riding her. she’s trembling, hips stuttering unevenly unsure if she wants to chase the stimulation or run from it. whines and strangled groans fall freely from her lips until lingsha shifts over to swallow them all in a greedy, needy kiss, taking one of feixiao’s hands on your hips to slide between her legs. the poor general can only make a strained noise when she feels her own cum drip out of the healer onto her fingers, and lingsha mewls in satisfaction as those same fingers push it all back in. feixiao cums pretty much immediately when her knot slips inside you, whimpering, and the sound makes both you and lingsha shudder. the two of you press kisses to her neck, then bite, and you keen, pleased, at the extra spurt of cum that feixiao shoots into you at the sensation. she’d also noticeably twitch inside you if you and lingsha start making out. as a bonus if you and lingsha suck her off together… lingsha bobbing her head on the tip while you kiss and lick at her base she literally turns into the subbiest bottom to ever bottom no i don’t take criticism

anyway rip to the general she won’t be leaving the bed for the next like four days lmao

[almost-correct-quotes]

reverie audios nsft hcs (part 1 maybe)

pretty long, under the cut, open at your own risk. also i wrote like all but 2 of these before i listened to the patreon lol.

uh nothing too hard, no cnc or anything super rough to warn about

in no particular order

neo/darling

darling and neo have definitely done a predator/prey thing before. it wasn't really something on darling's radar before neo mentioned that they look at him like he's prey, then they had a little bit of an awakening. (yes i have a wip about this)

shifters tend to go into a slightly more animalistic headspace or vocalizations when in extreme situations. like neo might skitter away when overwhelmed or darling might make little yelps when excited. anyway, neo's neighbors aren't sure where the fuck wild foxes are near them or why they sound like they’re in heat year-round. (i don't have a wip about this yet but this would be such a hilarious outsider pov fic i swear)

neo's favorite positions are anything with darling on top of him, anything that lets him feel comparatively small and weak and dominated.

darling's actually a switch, and they had a massive ah fuck that's hot moment in response to neo saying they were acting like a puppy. (yes i have a wip kinda about this)

neo/darling slightly feral half-shifted sex >>>

gage knows when neo and darling first had sex because the morning after, neo shows up to work with a massive bite mark on the crook of his neck only mostly hidden by his shirt.

darling will absolutely lick neo, cum on him, rub their cum into his skin, etc., until their scent on him is so strong even his senses can pick it up.

neo has a praise kink a mile wide. best thing in the world to him is being on his knees for darling, their hand pulling his hair hard, while they growl sugar-laced obscenities at him. that’s it, take it so well, such a good kit for me. god, fucking take it, you’re so good, as they fuck his face.

darling is the only person alive allowed to call neo ‘little fox’ without getting decked. it's a cute little lightly-embarrassing pet name usually, and very fucking hot to have growled in his ear when he's being bent in half like the prey he is.

*sigh* canines mark property by pissing on it, so. i don't really go here but. sure.

neo goes a little bit brainless when he gives head, so at least once he’s made darling cum from it and just kept going until they physically pulled him off, making him whine at the loss.

darling doesn't really have a gag reflex, so they love taking neo down to the base and staring up at him through half-lidded eyes with that predatory look on their face, making him squirm even more.

law/sweets

when law's needy he'll kiss sweets and nick his lip on their fangs on purpose so they taste his blood.

don't get law wrong, essence eaters' fangs' healing ability is very impressive, from a healer's perspective. from a possessive bastard's perspective, absolutely a shame having his blood drank doesn't leave obviously visible marks.

essence eaters have tails! thin, long tails with pointed ends. where did you think sex demons got that from; they're inspired by essence eaters, after all. the teratophile in law absolutely loves sweets', to the extent where they've fucked him with it, wrapped it around his cock, or had him suck it off.

gage/bug

gage has a massive thing for being tamed. like, yeah, being a good boy is great, but it's so much more fun if someone put him in that role themself.

gage praises bug near-constantly in bed, regardless of who's domming. he just can't stop running his mouth about how good they make him feel and how hot they are.

the inferno dominion

dion's dream is being in between kane and bunny, sitting on kane's cock while bunny rides him. kane, holding his hair a bit, biting at his neck, bunny, bouncing on his cock, shifting kane's inside of him every time. maybe they'd grab him by the horns and use them like handlebars.

oh, speaking of. horns are just bones, really, there's no feeling in them. the base of them, though, where they meet the head, is an erogenous zone.

it'd be good for dion to get teased and denied until he (kane voice) uses his words and begs asks for what he wants.

the real reason dion hates shirts is because he can't get t-shirts over his horns and buttons are annoying with claws and he fucking loves it when bunny stares at his tits.

canon divergence where bunny and kane decide, yk what, dion can go do his own thing, we'll just have rebound sex instead of going to hell australia.

ellis/gem

ellis with (intentional) electroshock. hear me out-

axel/sunshine

barring circumstance, axel's a thigh biter. his absolute favorite way to drink blood is from between someone's thighs, smirking up at them and teasing them until he sinks his teeth into their thigh. of course, blood isn't his favorite, but it's a nice teaser (pun intended).

cyril/dove

masochist cyril. dove finds out when they give him a little slap on the hip and he fucking twitches and whimpers, so they go a bit harder, and so on.

cyril hand kink. i know it's random but the cyril/dove burn had too much emphasis on handholding for me to not throw it in here. he'll get distracted staring at their hands while they type/write, thinking about how they'd feel across his body. (yes i have a wip about this)

sometimes dove'll absentmindedly feel cyril up, and he'll just be sat there, trying as hard as he can to stay silent. (he always fails. it takes, like, a minute for him to be pressing himself into their touch "covertly") (yes i have a wip about this)

dove initiates sex much more often than cyril, not because they're hornier than him, but because whenever cyril is in the mood, he doesn't actually do anything about it, he just gets spacey and stares at them more until they initiate it for him.

i just have to mention the leash line. he'd look so good on his knees wearing nothing but a collar and leash. dove could keep him as a desk pet (in their apartment, of course, they're not that risky) and make him beg to be touched when he's gotten needy from just warming them.

general

personally i think demons (and maybe essence eaters but definitely demons) should have xenodicks. get weirder with it. (yes i have a wip about this)

[minorisato]

that's your face -> wait, i see a weapon now

transformers / wheelratch / wc: 767 / warnings: NSFT, intox / notes: written for kinktober day 12, "aphrodisiacs." i really hated writing this tbh. i'm also kinda stretching the prompt but. synthen. / consider commissioning me!

"You've gotta do something about it," Arcee scowls. "He's driving all of us fragging crazy. He keeps insisting that he's 'almost got it right' but all it's doing is getting him more coiled up with no recharge." She folds her arms. "If he tries to throw Bulkhead through a wall again, I think things are going to get a lot worse."

She says this, and there's a warning edge to her voice, but all Wheeljack can do is laugh. Ratchet? Throw Bulkhead through a wall? She must be exaggerating.

Upon entering the medbay, though, he realizes she might have actually been underselling how bad it is. Normally so neat and orderly, Ratchet had thrown datapads and materials all over, as though he tossed aside what he wasn't using like it was garbage. The aforementioned ambulance was huddled over his desk, helm in his servos, groaning, like he was trying exceptionally hard to think of something. Wheeljack made his way to the medic, wading through the destroyed medbay, and tapped Ratchet on the shoulder.

The medic immediately jumps, turning around, and hey, weren't his optics blue before? Ratchet's optics widen momentarily upon seeing him, before he squints, a frown growing on his faceplates. "What do you want?" He asks, clearly displeased that Wheeljack was even in his presence.

Even in a situation like this, Wheeljack can't help but smirk. "I can't come see how my favourite docbot is doing?"

Ratchet lets out a groan, faceplates twitching. "Wheeljack, as politefully as I can say this, I do not have time for whatever nonsense you are about to start."

"Ouch," Wheeljack huffs. "Hurtin' my spark over here, Ratch." And then, in one of his less intelligent moments, he gets a little closer, attempting to hug the mech. "C'mon, let Jackie help you relax-"

And it is as Wheeljack says this that Ratchet shoves him- not a light push but a real full-force shove, throwing the wrecker, the wrecker, the mech who is at least double Ratchet's weight, back into the wall. Into the wall. And it makes a loud thud noise. Wheeljack is certain that this caused something somewhere in the medbay to fall over and break, but Ratchet doesn't seem to care one bit.

"Holy shit," Wheeljack lets out, and he's uncertain why, but he feels his cooling fans click on. Ratchet- little I'm a healer Ratchet- just threw him into a wall, and he's kinda turned on about that. You learn something new about yourself every day, he supposes.

"If you really want to help me," Ratchet tells him through gritted dentae, "you can start by getting out of my medbay."

"Hey, hey," Wheeljack starts, raising himself up from where he had crashed. When Arcee asked him to do something, he wasn't really certain what he was gonna do, but he's starting to get an idea. "Look, I'm just here to help you chill out, sunshine." Ratchet squints at him, and he continues. "You're real worked up, and it's messin' with your work, right? The sooner you let me help you out, the sooner you can get back to your important work."

Wheeljack is entirely talking out of his aft, because he isn't actually certain what Ratchet's important work is (something about false energon?) though Ratchet does seem to actually consider it. After a moment, he heaves an exvent. "Fine. Fine," he says, "what is your brilliant idea to get me to relax."

"Well, hey," Wheeljack begins with a smirk, steadily approaching the shorter, "I know a real good way that you and me can work out some of that tension real quick." He leans down, his own helm inches away from Ratchet's, vocals low. "If you think you can handle it, that is."

Ratchet scoffs, smirking up at him in turn. "You're suggesting we...?"

"Been a while," Wheeljack says, his expression softening a bit. He moves a servo to be placed on Ratchet's waist, but right as he does, the medic grabs him, flipping them and maneuvering them so that Wheeljack's back is touching Ratchet's work desk. It's a bit of strange angle, but a firm servo on his chassis from Ratchet keeps him pinned there. "Primus, Ratch."

"Cute suggestion," the medic tells him, and positions himself so that he's almost straddling the wrecker, with one leg strut wrapping slightly around his hips, the other one on the ground still, keeping him balanced. "I'll be driving though, if you don't mind."

With the way Ratchet is looking down at him, Wheeljack might let him do just about anything. "Yeah," Wheeljack lets out, "yeah, doc, go for it."

[vahrutasgrace]

CW NSFT;; Zora Anatomy

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→ Female (afab) Zora anatomy. For Zora (afab) females, they have a slit that is not visible to the naked eye until aroused. In which it opens, allowing for insertion.

Once past the Zora's vulva, within the vagina itself lines multiple tendrils along its walls. Soft and like the tentacles of a sea anemone, they are meant to keep semen trapped without escaping when breeding in water. The Zora have evolved to take water breeding into consideration and their bodies have adapted to ensure that any seed cannot easily leak out.

The tendrils inside of a Zora are also exceedingly pleasurable for any male (amab) as well, and could be described as being hugged and massaged by multiple fingers. Sometimes these tendrils are known to keep their partner attached long after cumming though, and can be hard to pull out, as if trying to coax them in deeper.

When a (afab) Zora is exceptionally aroused, sometimes these tendrils will slither past the vulva, beckoning their partner for breeding.

→ Male (amab) Zora Anatomy: Male (amab) Zora also have a slit that is not noticeable to the naked eye, but are known to sport two cocks, much like sharks that they are based off of. It is meant to double the load in which a Zora can hold to ensure a successful pregnancy.

It is clear that the Zora have evolved overtime to take environmental impacts into consideration and ensure that their people continue to live strong and prosperous.

→Giving birth: Zora children are very small when they are born, but like aquatic mammals-- a birth giver will only give birth to one or two guppies at a time (three can happen, but it is very rare).

Zora give water births since it is easier on the body, and have plenty of nursemaids to assist. The Zora are known to give advice and help Hyruleans. Hylians are known to seek out Zora's Domain to have a successful pain-free birth.

Though when a Zora child is first born, they are very small. Some can even fit in the palm of a larger parent's hand. So a lot pregnancies might go unnoticed until the last minute, unless revealed by a Zora Healer who can sense the baby in the womb.

→Sex for pleasure: Despite a Zora's evolutionary anatomy meant for breeding, this doesn't mean that the Zora don't have sex for pleasure. They are a species who doesn't focus on gender-- only love. It is not uncommon to see two male or two female Zoras in love and starting families together. This is considered quite normal in their culture.

[selunaris]

-- S E L U N A R I S

an independent, semi-selective blog for lunaris, a nature cleric tav devoted to selûne in baldur's gate 3. an ancient elf healer once close to sylaise in dragon age. open to other fantasy fandoms. written by tori. 18+.

ABOUT | PINTEREST | #headcanon | #meme

other blogs: @dirthenasalin & @veilblade & @veiledranger

rules under cut.

i. my name is tori. i'm 28, from the uk. i work full time + have other blogs besides this one so please be patient with me when it comes to replies.

ii. i will endeavour to tag triggers and spicy content [#nsft] but if i do miss anything, feel free to politely let me know. this is an 18+ blog, there will be 18+ content on it. anonymous will also be switched off if anyone decides to use it to be rude.

iii. i am a mutuals only blog. if i follow you, it is because i want to write with you. i typically don't do mains / exclusives.

iv. memes are the best way to break the ice and interact. i put all ic asks in text posts so you can easily reblog them and continue them as threads if you wish. if you wish to plot, feel free to dive into my dms or even to ask for my discord. just note that i do not rp over discord, only chat and plot ooc.

v. i am open to pre-establishing things so our first interactions are not always introductions, which get boring fast. i do also enjoy shipping and writing spicy content - those types of memes are open to everyone also and can be its own contained non-canon thing if you wish. actual established ships need discussion, however.

vi. i do try to interact with all my followers be it through engaging with headcanon posts, sending memes, etc. however, if i notice that the interaction is one-way and i'm the only one sending things etc, then i'll eventually just stop. rp is a two-way street, please don't rely on me to constantly initiate interactions. if i send things and notice that nothing gets replied to, again, i will stop sending things for a while.

if i decide that it's just not working and i'm not vibing with your content, it's not a slight on you. it's just not meant to be. i tend to softblock and would prefer to be softblocked in return but do whatever you need to.

[bxttxrflybxddie]

For the very curious anon!!

I've gone ahead and made a separate post answering your questions since I don't want anyone to maybe see the kinks you've asked about without a tw!!

tw: mention of sex in questions 5, 6, and 8.

How many characters can we request for scenarios or headcanons? None more than 5 at a time so I can produce quality>quantity writing, but on good days I may add more characters that I think might fit the prompt after I write for the specific requested characters!

Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Yes! If needed, I don't mind making multiple parts of posts to continue the prompt for multiple sets of characters!

Do you do poly ships x reader? Indeed I do as long as it follows my rules and isn't accounted for as pr0-ship.

Would you mind if we request for Alternate Universes or Aus like AU where the character lives happily? Happy endings are my favorite to write for! I wouldn't mind writing for au's as long as it's specified clearly with details or the name of the au so I can do some research before writing! (Assuming I'm not already familiar with said au)

Would you mind if the request is suggestive, implied sex, or mentioned sex but no explicit sex? This is on thin ice, but I'll allow anons to request suggestive, implied, or brief mentions of sex but no descriptive details about the sex that has or will occur(ed).

For all of your asked kinks: each one of them is fine! I'm not very experienced in writing nsft but I'll certainly give it a shot. Very specific kinks must be mentioned in the request, I refuse to take nsft requests from anon. Requests are (usually) completed in order of requested, see my navigation for what's next!

Would you mind if we don't specify the race/class to leave it ambiguous or if we ask specifically the race/class like human/healer? Both leaving it ambiguous and requesting very specific fictional race/class is fine! If not specified, I'll write ambiguously regardless.

Accepted kinks for request: pretty much everything. Off the top of my head, I won't write for dub/noncon, scat, vomit, vore, serious ped0philic undertones, or specific types of physical violence. (Face slapping: 👎, Spanking: 👍) Everyone involved in nsft works have consented throughly and continue to do so as the work continues!

Can we check with you if you received our requests? Absolutely, but please check in through sending me a message with an account versus asking me a question through anon. Not only will it be quicker for the both of us, but I can then keep the details between the two of us instead of extra posts on my blog itself! (Which I'm trying to clean up and update lol)

Just wanted to add, I also refuse to write for named OCs unless commissioned; then the commission will take priority over requests. If you have any other questions, please let me know!

©️ BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[aliensinatrenchcoat]

hi!

made this account to interact with system related things, vent, and share our experiences. DID system, don't have too many solid stances, but I do believe endogenic systems exist if that's something people are vetting people they interact with for. also, it's fairly likely that I'll mention spiritual beliefs here since those are involved with my system too, so feel free to avoid if you're not comfortable with that sort of thing. also likely to talk about recovery, integration, and fusion, though I don't believe fusion is required or anything like that. might do some alter introductions at some point. not interested in getting heated and likely to disengage or block if that happens.

occasional nsfw discussion but it’ll be tagged as nsft since apparently things tagged as nsfw get blocked on here

heavy venting (for example eating disorders and suicidal ideation) @aiat-heavy

alters likely to post (names aren't what we usually call ourselves because we don't really want this blog to be connected with us on discord or elsewhere)

Orion 🌃 | he/him | hostish

Dagger ⚔ | he/him | protectorish and basically co host too

Sol ☀️ | he/him | “I’m a healer, if anything”

Treble 🎼 | he/him | “I mostly just show up to do music things” + also anger holder

Muse 📢 | he/him | emissary between the main fronters and the other alters + holder of a lot of feelings

[storybookhawke]

consider an idea:

[nsft words; under-negotiated everything; possessiveness; free-use sort of orgy-group-sex-thing; exhibitionism/voyeurism]

hawke wants to see just how far warden stamina goes, and asks anders to trust him, which he does.

so hawke blindfolds him, undresses him and lays him out in a bed in the estate cellar, and doesn't tell him that he's lined up some sturdy guys he found in kirkwall to have their turn with him, with some conditions of course (like no kissing, that's for Hawke). hawke assures anders that he is watching, kisses his temple, but the next hands anders feels on him are very clearly not hawke's

and it's hours of orgasm after orgasm, of anders being had every which way, multiple times over and over. they come in pairs, trios even, wanting their turn with the remarkable insatiable slut. some of them recognize him as the darktown healer--but more often than not, they marvel at having a go at "the champion's lover," anders can hear them whisper it when they enter. his cheeks burn at the embarrassment, but part of him likes it too. likes being used like this but likes even more when he's referred to as hawke's.

finally, finally anders is worn out. he's shaking, he's tearing up, he doesn't have another one left in him. "h-hawke" he can barely get out, and before he knows it, hawke has said "leave us" and the hands on his body disappear, only to replaced by hawke's familiar ones. it's like coming home, having hawke's mouth on him, lapping up the sweat and come left there.

"you were beautiful," hawke says, worshipping him with his tongue. "truly magnificent"

anders basks in the praise, not needing the blindfold to come off when he's falling asleep in his arms

I think we, as a society, need to make a return to sexualizing and torturing Anders

cover that man in marks and make him beg and cry for more

[parkerlyn]

I really want to kiss you right now | I've been thinking about you all day | I won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing | You don't have to be gentle, I won't break

The Healer

Like many things, the Healer’s work often came in cycles. Cresting in an overload of deliveries and random people coming by for cures to their ailments or a rush of magic to speed things along; then falling into troughs and lulls where days would pass by in a calm reverie and routine - fragrant herbs filling their living room, a crackling fire, and smiles shared like secrets.

Unfortunately, though, it had recently been a period of the former, the Healer not home until late into the evening for the past five nights.

They had returned home this time with another large sigh - one you could hear even from upstairs - followed by the resonant thump of their bag hitting the bench by the door. Gentle, recognizable magic resonated through the rooms as they stepped past the open stairs and went straight to the bath, the churning sound of water clamoring from below.

You lift yourself from the bed and pad down quietly, your steps easily muted by the sound of the tub filling and the fire in the hearth still flickering, casting orange shapes across the walls and elongating your shadow as it crept behind you along the floor.

Knuckles knocking softly against worn wood.

“It’s unlocked,” comes the weary voice.

Steam wafts over your fingers and across your face as the door creaks open, the Healer already lounging in the tub with their head tipped back over its edge. Their shoulders shift, water sloshing around them and almost spilling over while their head rolls along the porcelain to face you.

Though their golden eyes are narrowed in the haze of the room, nothing could ever dampen the smile that immediately blooms when seeing you.

You can’t help smiling in return. “Hi.”

“Hi there, yourself.”

“Long day?”

A chuckle. “How could you tell?”

“I had a feeling when you beelined it for a hot bath.”

They laugh quietly again, a hand raising from the water to push some strands of hair aside, loose from the bun still tied at the back of their head. Beads of water run down from their wrist and along their arm to fall from their elbow, each droplet echoing against the walls.

“How can I help?” you venture, about to take a step forward before growing conscious of their bare skin, their knees just visible and the lines of their tattoos halting where their collar hovers above the water’s surface. You let your gaze linger on their face as they give you a quizzical look, before they grin again and nod you over.

“You being here is plenty,” they answer as you make your way over, still averting your eyes and settling behind them. The floor is hard against your knees as you lower, but you ignore the sensation - focusing instead on the heat of their skin beneath your palms as you begin to knead the black lines painted over their shoulders.

“I’m sorry we haven’t gotten to spend much time together this week,” they continue, the sentence fading into a hum as they lean into your touch.

“You don’t have to apologize. Are you holding up okay?”

“Mm…much better now. Work should lighten up soon too.”

“That’s good.”

The conversation trickles away to the sound of the tub’s spout dripping water, the magic that brought it forward simmering out and returning to its dormant state. Your hands continue to wander, massaging against their muscles - fingertips dragging against their neck and stretching upwards against their scalp, moving carefully down along and over their collar to press at the top of their chest. Palms trace back as you work the skin at the tops of their shoulders, pushing with a bit more force as you trace to the tops of their shoulder blades.

A wet hand comes to meet one of yours, and without seeing their expression, you jump to pull back. “Sorry- did I hurt y-“

The kiss pressed to the base of your thumb quiets the question, the Healer lingering until a murmur of words shudders against your skin.

“I really want to kiss you.”

Heat starts to bud behind your ears.

“Well-” you begin as the Healer presses their lips to your knuckles. “-why aren’t you?”

They freeze for a few seconds before beginning to turn, the water splashing up once again and this time spilling a few puddles onto the floor. You hold your position as they move to come face to face with you, their elbows propped up on the tub and water rolling from their shoulders and from the hollow of their neck down the center of their chest. Managing to keep your eyes up is a feat in itself, though it’s made easier by the delight in their eyes as they watch your expression.

When they lean in closer, your eyes flutter shut with expectation - only to have another chuckle be your reward. You open them again to see the Healer maddeningly close, smiling from ear to ear as they watch your mouth twist into a frown. But their apology comes with a shift in the water as they lower their face to the side, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. On instinct you reach out to steady their shoulder, vaguely aware of the water spreading into your sleeves and at your collar where their skin meets your shirt.

“I’ve missed you…” The words skate over your neck like the steam hanging above the bath, the warmth of their breath bursting into shivers that race across your ribs. “…been thinking about you all day.”

Another kiss higher, behind your ear, then finally pulling back to float tentatively just out of reach. Their hand stirs toward you, water from the bath dripping onto the floor and soaking against your thigh.

But neither of you comment on it when their thumb brushes over your cheek, arcing to your chin to raise it. The moment stretches, and you savor the sight - the slight part of their lips, the way their eyes search over your face to explore each feature, weariness transforming into a hushed want.

They kiss you gingerly at first - delicate but deliberate - your lips moving against each other in familiar patterns. Magic bubbles in your lungs, aching to reach out to intertwine with the cool sensation gliding from where the Healer’s hand holds your face, their other palm coming up to frame your cheek.

Just as you feel your heartbeat and the energy of your magic ready to surge outward, they break away, and you curse internally at how desperately you follow.

The Healer notices, as they always do, a smug but happy smile breaking out on their face.

“Want to join me?” They whisper below the bubbling sound of water as they sink back, dragging their hand down your arm and looping their fingers around your wrist to raise it. They place another kiss against your fingers - golden gaze never leaving you - before they let your hand drift down to just below their collar. You let your eyes follow the motion, drinking in the scene as their chest steadily rises and falls with each breath. You feel the laughter through your hand first, their shoulders shaking as they watch your reaction.

“Promise I won’t bite - well…” They grin. “…unless you’re into that sort of thing. Then I absolutely will.”

The heat that had begun to bloom erupts over your ears and into your cheeks, settling firmly in your jaw. With a scoff, you scoop the nearby water to splash it at their face, a playful snort sounding out from the brunette while you stand and disconnect.

They shoot you a saddened look - clearly forced - as you cross your arms and raise your brow, watching their finger swirl in the bath as a small spark of magic precedes a new billow of steam.

You imagine the heat of the water is nothing compared to the warmth now swarming lower inside your chest and threatening to spill further down.

But you’re given a sliver of satisfaction when the Healer stills and watches you begin to peel your shirt away. Fabric more soaked than you realized, the haze inside the closed bathroom swirls and cradles your exposed skin while the cloth drops unceremoniously to the floor, their mouth squirming as you reach next for your waistline.

A coppery-brown hand halts you in a frantic movement, stopping you from stretching it over your hips. Water ripples behind them as they move forward to the edge of the tub to meet you once again, looking up as they place a kiss just above the fabric.

Their hands lead first to pull the cloth down, the slight pressure of their thumb marking a path from your hip, down the front of your thigh, to where they can just reach your knees. Their mouth follows second, waiting at the top of your leg and moving inward to kiss just below your stomach where the heat in your body plummets to meet them.

There’s a smile against your skin when they skip tortuously over where you’d prefer their mouth to be, another kiss connecting against the pliant skin of your leg.

Impatience runs hot in your veins as you kick away the remains of your clothing, the Healer’s pupils widening until what’s left of the gold becomes little more than a thin halo. They hold out a helpful hand as you step into the tub, the hot water inviting you to sink in lower. And lower you do, into the space the Healer has made for you, knees spread apart and beckoning you closer, their hand never untangling from yours.

Water displaces as your body slides flush against theirs, your chest pressing close when you capture their lips again. Their hands search along your sides under water - squeezing at your ribs when you bite their lip, thumbs pressing into your hip when you break for air, arms wrapping around your lower back when you dive back in for more.

But still, they’re cautious and careful - to make sure you have enough room, to make sure you’re still comfortable, to make sure they’re not pushing too hard or asking for too much.

“You don’t have to be so gentle,” you groan, but swear it may have come out as a growl. “I won’t break.”

Another moment of stillness as they blink.

A raise of your brow as the statement hangs in the air.

Then a flash, barely a second, of a smile before a blur of motion follows, water spraying outward around their body while they move their legs around you and underneath you. There’s a question in your face as they reposition you to straddle their thighs, but not quite lowering you to where you’d be able to grind against them. Instead, they pin your arms behind your back, an arm wrapping around your waist to capture and hold both wrists with one hand.

In the flurry, you almost don’t notice their other hand underwater, caressing slowly from your knee, squeezing as it works up your thigh and fingers inching closer to where your pulse collects in the bottom of your groin.

When you look down, you find them staring up at you - feel their hand grip your wrists a little harder, watch their smile widen a little farther.

The only warning you have once they read your face is a relaxed and confident, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Somewhere in the back of your thoughts - under the sound of your moans as their fingers explore you, past the cool air on your skin as you’re fully lifted out from the tub and pressed against its hard surface, away from the friction and heat of your hips rocking together -

-you know there’ll be an absolute mess of water to clean up later.

[spymeister]

Leans over with a coy grin. What's he going to say for the kink guess? "Me."

He doesn't have to lean far. Claws reach up and hook into the armor seams on Ratchet's frame- that broad face coming up to meet his. In lieu of words, he reacts with one of those slow kisses that deepen by micrometers.

He grins as they finally part, rubbing his nasal ridge against Ratchet's in that familiar affection- sharp dentae nipping gently at a bottom lipplate.

"Always."