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[dandelions-143]

Shower Sex - Changbin

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 3214

Warnings: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, Graphic depictions of sexual acts, Nudity and intimate bodily descriptions, Strong language, Adult themes and situations

No summary just smut under the cut

(Decided to go a bit romantic with this one)

Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders as you trudged into your apartment, the long workday finally behind you. The allure of a hot shower called to you, promising relief for your aching muscles and overworked mind. As you began to peel off your work clothes, layer by layer, the gentle murmur of the television drifted from the living room where your boyfriend, Changbin, was engrossed in his favorite show.

The cool air raised goosebumps on your skin as you made your way to the bathroom, your discarded clothing leaving a trail behind you. The plush bath mat felt soft beneath your tired feet as you stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click that seemed to separate you from the outside world and its demands.

You paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your reflection in the mirror - the slight slump of your shoulders, the faint shadows under your eyes testifying to the day's toll. With a deep breath, you turned towards the shower, anticipation building for the soothing cascade of water that awaited you.

After adjusting the temperature to perfection, you stepped into the shower. The warm water cascaded over your body, its gentle pressure instantly melting away the tension in your muscles. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back to let the water run through your hair. A soft sigh of contentment escaped your lips as the steam enveloped you, creating a cocoon of warmth and relaxation.

The rhythmic patter of water droplets against your skin lulled you into a state of tranquility. You ran your hands over your arms, feeling the day's stress wash away with each pass. Just as you were about to reach for the soap, its lavender scent already permeating the steamy air, you heard the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door opening.

Curiosity piqued, you peeked around the shower curtain, droplets of water clinging to your eyelashes. Your gaze fell upon Changbin, standing there with a mischievous grin that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes sparkled with playful intent as he asked, "Mind if I join you?" His fingers were already working on the buttons of his shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his toned chest.

Your heart began to race, a mix of surprise and excitement coursing through you. You found yourself nodding, words momentarily failing you as you watched him quickly shed his clothing. Each piece that fell to the floor heightened your anticipation. As Changbin stepped into the shower, the warm water now cascading over both of your bodies, you felt a delicious shiver run down your spine. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as his skin brushed against yours, promising an intimate encounter that would wash away more than just the day's fatigue.

Even though you had seen your boyfriend naked many times, the sight of Changbin's body never failed to take your breath away. His smooth, warm skin seemed to glow under the shower's soft light, accentuating every curve and dip of his toned muscles. Your eyes traced the defined lines of his shoulders and chest down to his softer stomach following the tantalizing soft scattering of dark hair that disappeared below his waist.

Changbin's beauty was captivating - from his pretty, mischievous smile that made your heart race, to his deep brown eyes that seemed to hold countless secrets. His dark, wavy hair, now slick with water, framed his face perfectly, making him look soft and boyishly handsome.

Unable to resist, you reached out, your fingers gliding over his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, marveling at their strength. "Didn't you say you already had a shower today?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved closer, drawn to him like a magnet.

Changbin's hands found your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine despite the warm water. He pulled you closer until your bodies were flush against each other, the contact making your skin tingle with anticipation. You could feel the solid planes of his chest against yours, his heartbeat strong and steady.

His chuckle was soft and sweet, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in. "I couldn't resist the temptation of joining you," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His hands began a slow, tantalizing journey up your sides, sliding over your slick skin.

The water continued to cascade over your intertwined bodies, creating a cocoon of warmth and steam around you. The temperature seemed to rise, not just from the shower, but from the heat building between your bodies. Changbin's eyes, dark with passion, locked onto yours for a moment before his lips descended, capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

The kiss deepened, effectively silencing any further questions you might have had. Changbin's lips moved against yours with a practiced ease, yet each kiss felt as thrilling as the first. His tongue teased the seam of your lips, seeking entrance which you gladly granted.

As the kiss intensified, Changbin's hands began to explore your body with more purpose. His fingers traced the curves of your waist, the dip of your lower back, the swell of your hips. Each touch was gentle yet purposeful, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The warm water amplified every sensation, making your skin hypersensitive to his caresses.

Changbin's lips left yours, trailing a path of hot kisses along your jawline and down your neck. The combination of his warm mouth and the water droplets on your skin created a delicious contrast that had you gasping. You couldn't help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he found that sensitive spot just below your ear. Your fingers tangled in his wet hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on your neck.

Just when you thought you might melt from his ministrations, Changbin pulled back slightly. His eyes, dark with desire, met yours as he spoke, his voice low and husky. "Let me help you relax, babe." The words, combined with the intensity of his gaze, sent a shiver down your spine despite the warm water surrounding you.

True to his word, Changbin's strong hands moved to your shoulders, his touch firm yet gentle. His thumbs pressed into the tense muscles there, working in slow, circular motions. You could feel each individual finger as it kneaded the knots you didn't even realize you had, the pressure alternating between deep and light.

As his skilled fingers worked their magic, you couldn't help but lean into his touch. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound barely audible over the patter of the shower. You felt the stress of the day begin to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of relaxation and pleasure. Changbin's hands moved with practiced ease, finding every point of tension and slowly working it out.

As Changbin's hands worked their magic, you felt your body melt under his touch. The combination of the warm water cascading down your skin, his skilled fingers kneading your muscles, and the intimate atmosphere was utterly intoxicating. You tilted your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips once again as his thumbs pressed into a particularly tense spot at the base of your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely to the blissful sensations.

Changbin's hands slowly migrated lower, tracing the curve of your spine with tantalizing precision. His fingertips danced along your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake despite the steam enveloping you both. The water continued to pour over your bodies, creating rivulets that Changbin's hands followed, exploring every dip and curve. You felt a surge of desire course through you as his touch became more purposeful, his fingers now tracing the outline of your hips, then sliding to your lower back.

Without warning, his lips found yours again, this time with an urgency that took your breath away. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, his mouth moving against yours with a passion that made your knees weak. You responded eagerly, your hands roaming over the planes of his muscular back, feeling the water droplets glide beneath your palms. Your fingers traced the defined lines of his shoulder blades, then lower, following the curve of his spine. The shower suddenly felt much hotter, and you knew it wasn't just because of the steam.

Changbin's hands moved to your hips, his grip firm as he pulled you flush against him. The water continued to pour over your intertwined bodies, creating a sensual barrier between you and the outside world. You could feel his growing arousal pressed against your lower abdomen, the evidence of his desire sending a jolt of anticipation through your core. Your breath hitched as one of his hands slid lower, cupping your ass and pulling you even closer.

Without breaking the increasingly heated kiss, Changbin gently guided you backward. The contrast of his warm body against your front and the cool tile now pressing against your back made you gasp softly against his lips. The temperature difference sent a shiver down your spine, heightening every sensation. Changbin took advantage of your parted lips, deepening the kiss as he pressed you more firmly against the wall. His smooth tongue tangling with yours. The cool tiles provided a stark contrast to the heat building between your bodies, making every touch, every caress feel even more intense.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. You arched into him, your body craving more of his touch. Changbin's other hand roamed lower, cupping your backside and lifting you slightly. The sudden movement caused you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back. The change in position brought your bodies even closer, and you could feel just how hard he was for you as he pressed his cock against your slick folds.

The water continued to cascade over your bodies as Changbin pressed you against the wall, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue teased the seam of your lips before delving deeper, exploring your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless. You could feel the heat building between you, your bodies moving together in perfect synchronization as he rolled his hips so slowly into yours, the friction so exquisite. Changbin's hands roamed your wet skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His fingers traced the curve of your spine, then moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and eliciting a soft gasp from you.

As the anticipation built, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. Your heart raced, partly from desire and partly from the thrill of the moment. Changbin seemed to sense your hesitation and paused, his eyes meeting yours with a tender gaze. The water droplets clung to his eyelashes, making his dark eyes seem even more intense. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the running water. His breath was warm against your cheek, a stark contrast to the cool shower spray. You nodded, pulling him closer, your fingers threading through his wet hair. "Yes, please don't stop," you mumbled against his lips, your voice husky with desire.

Changbin's lips curved into a gentle smile against yours, his hands caressing your sides with tender affection. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his fingers roamed. With a soft groan, he slowly pushed into you, the warm water enhancing every sensation as your bodies joined. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, causing you to gasp and tighten your legs around his waist. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you adjusted to his size. The steam from the shower enveloped you both, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

Changbin began to move slowly, his hips rolling against yours in a gentle rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, building gradually like a crescendo. The warm water continued to cascade over your bodies, adding to the sensual atmosphere. Droplets ran down Changbin's face, tracing the strong line of his jaw before falling onto your chest. You moaned softly, your head falling back against the tile as pleasure coursed through your body. The cool surface provided a stark contrast to the heat building within you, heightening every sensation. Changbin took advantage of your exposed neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of hot kisses along your throat, occasionally nipping gently at your sensitive skin.

Changbin's pace increased gradually, his thrusts becoming more intense as he held you securely against the wall. The water droplets on his skin glistened in the dim light, accentuating the curves of his muscles as he moved. You clung to him tightly, your fingers tracing the contours of his back, feeling every ripple and flex of his powerful muscles. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your hips matching the pulsing spray of the shower, creating a sensual symphony of pleasure.

The steam enveloped you both in a world of your own, creating a misty veil that seemed to separate you from reality. The bathroom mirror fogged up completely, reflecting nothing but the passion-filled haze that surrounded you. The warm water cascaded down your intertwined bodies, amplifying every touch, every caress. You could feel the heat radiating from Changbin's skin, a stark contrast to the cool tiles at your back.

There were no sounds but the mingling of the shower water hitting your bodies and the sensual moans that left both yours and Changbin's parted, panting lips. The soft echoes of your shared pleasure bounced off the tiled walls, creating an intimate acoustic cocoon. Changbin's thrusts became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove deeper into you. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving imprints that you knew would linger long after this moment.

You could feel the familiar tension building within, your body trembling with anticipation as you approached the edge of ecstasy. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, hyper-aware of Changbin's touch, his presence, his very being. The coil of pleasure in your core wound tighter and tighter with each thrust, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Baby... you feel so good... I can't hold on much longer," Changbin moaned against the wet skin of your chest, his voice husky and strained with desire. His lips trailed a path of fire across your collarbone, then up your neck, peppering kisses wherever they could reach. The combination of his words, his touch, and the sensual atmosphere intensified your own approaching climax. You clung to him tighter, your nails digging into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin. The slight pain seemed to spur him on, his movements becoming even more fervent.

"Changbin... I'm close," you managed to gasp out between moans, your body trembling with anticipation. Your words seemed to ignite something within him, his thrusts becoming deeper, more purposeful. The tension in your core built to an almost unbearable level, every muscle in your body tightening in anticipation of release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Changbin pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name. The intensity of your orgasm was overwhelming, causing your vision to blur and your body to shake uncontrollably. You felt as if you were falling and flying at the same time, held securely in Changbin's strong arms as you rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Feeling you tighten around him, Changbin followed shortly after, his own release pulsing through him as he held you close. You could feel the warmth of his climax inside you, intensifying your own pleasure. His body shuddered against yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he let out a deep, guttural moan of satisfaction. The warm water continued to cascade over your intertwined bodies, slowly bringing you both down from your shared high.

As you both caught your breath, still entwined and leaning against the shower wall, Changbin placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered there, soft and tender, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments before. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, gradually slowing to match the rhythm of your own. The water, now starting to cool, reminded you of how long you'd been in there, the temperature shift bringing you slowly back to reality.

With a soft chuckle, Changbin slowly lowered you back to your feet, his strong hands steadying you as you found your balance on the slippery floor. Your legs felt weak, still trembling slightly from the intensity of your shared passion. Changbin's arms remained around you, holding you close as if he couldn't bear to let go just yet. The cooling water created goosebumps on your skin, but the warmth of Changbin's embrace kept you from feeling cold.

You smiled up at Changbin, feeling a heady mix of contentment, lingering desire, and deep affection. "That was incredible," you murmured, your voice still slightly breathless. You reached up, brushing a wet strand of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering to trace the strong line of his jaw. Changbin's eyes, dark and intense, met yours with a gaze that seemed to penetrate your very soul. His lips curved into a tender smile, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy of moments before.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice low and husky. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear even an inch of space between your bodies. The warmth of his skin against yours sent a renewed shiver of desire through you, despite your recent shared ecstasy.

Changbin leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead once again. His lips trailed down, leaving a path of gentle kisses along your temple, your cheek, before finally capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. When he pulled back, his eyes were twinkling with a mix of affection and mischief.

"We should probably finish up before we use all the hot water," he chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter reverberating through your joined bodies. "Although," he added with a playful wink, "I wouldn't mind staying here with you all day."

Reaching past you, Changbin grabbed the shampoo bottle. The movement caused his body to press even closer to yours, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. With a gentle touch that belied the strength in his hands, he began to massage the shampoo into your hair. His fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles, the soothing motion a stark contrast to the passionate touches of before. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, feeling utterly cherished and cared for.

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Fateful Beginnings

XXXI. “deflection”

parts: previous / next

plot: Bruce takes care of you.

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x fem!reader

cw: 18+, drugging, concussion

words: 4.8k

a/n: the title… did we really expect anything more from Bruce? 💀

“…Bruce Wayne?”

You sought to cover up your heaving chest, to close your wide eyes, to look any nanogram less suspicious than you did, but you needed to think. But you didn’t have time to think. Her eyes took an occasional pit stop on yours, otherwise they watched Bruce slowly go back to picking up the broken glass. There was no other way around it. You didn’t have a pretty way to say it, so you just did. “Yeah.” You gulped. “My phone, it, called him.”

The drum of pain in your head took a backseat to the adrenaline coursing through you. How disorienting is it for her to find out right now? Even with the drugs in her system, even after being pummeled into the concrete, you knew by the glint in her eye that she was drawing a list of ten thousand different questions to throw at you the second you were alone. You wondered how much the drugs lowered her inhibitions, and if she would risk asking you right then. How long have you guys been fucking, and how long were you gonna wait to tell me?

Bruce stood up, having successfully wiped enough of the biggest shards to direct his attention to the situation at hand. He smiled at her, only a bit. “Hi. You’re Y/N’s friend, correct?”

He wasn’t making this go down easy. He could’ve come in swinging with an explanation of why he’d dropped in, and would’ve made it look seamless. Why wasn’t he leveraging his charisma? Making things more and more suspicious, a grave you’d have to fight to dig out of?

She responded, without any body language indicating she was about to introduce herself. Still as a statue, like a deer in headlights. “Yeah. Margaret. Marie.” She waited a moment, then turned and stumbled back to your room with urgency. You carefully stepped around the glass and ignored Bruce’s hushed calls after you.

You shut the door, hoping the adrenaline would see you through the end of this conversation without passing out from pain. Quick steps caught up to you when you sat beside her; you desired nothing greater than to fall back on your pillow and sleep the night out of memory. Seemed like Bruce would never let you hear the end of it if you did. Something, something needed to monitor something, something concussion.

Surprisingly, she was angry yet restrained. You might’ve been in awe of it if she didn’t assume straightaway that you’d had less than pure intentions with the man. “When were you going to tell me?” Mar’s voice was still hazy, slurry, but her mission wasn’t. “Keeping the fucking boyfriend,” she paused, looking like she might throw up from the drug. “Of all boyfriends,” Sigh. “A s-secret.”

You started to disagree with her but she was forthright. “Too fucked to talk.” She shot you a glare and stood, walking slowly to the bathroom. You followed her, a silent agreement between the both of you to make sure the other was okay. She moved to the shower right after, and you felt a pull toward the kitchen to let Bruce know everything was all good—but you didn’t. You waited with her, got out a clean towel, and only left for a few seconds to grab her clothes once the water turned off and she was on the slip-resistant mat.

Once she was safely tucked into bed, you wandered back out to Bruce, who was sitting sunk into the couch cushions; he perked when you walked out, scooting to the edge of the couch. As far as asking about how the conversation went, it eluded him; it felt too self-indulgent for the circumstance. He did another glance at the whole of you before meeting your tired gaze. You noted the broom sitting rested against the counter.

You gestured back to your room. “She’s going to sleep.”

“You can’t check on her like that.” He saw the way you leaned against the fridge to steady yourself, and the fluttering of your eyelids every time you took a step or said a single syllable. “I’m staying.”

“No.” Shaking your head was a mistake; the room began to wiggle, and he stood abruptly before you held out a hand to keep him from walking over.

“And she can’t check on you.” His tone was firmly in hardheaded territory, ratcheting up a notch every time you refused to heed it. If you were any less encumbered by pain you would’ve told him off for being so autocratic. In lieu of an argument, you slowly balanced one foot in front of the other to sit on the far side of the couch. You pressed your head gently against the back cushion and wheezed–stomach sleeping tonight, I guess.

Like a goddamn seismometer, Bruce attuned to your every twitch and wince with precision. “I’ll run to get some meds.” He walked to the door and looked back, noticing you peer at him through sleepy, sore eyes. He’d have to hurry. In anticipation of your protest, he left speedily.

Relax… You shut your eyes and tried to make the room spin a bit less. With Bruce no longer polluting the environment, you were able to take some deep breaths that made you realize your stomach was cramping. You managed to get to the kitchen and grab a few slices of bread off the back of a loaf, and nibbled at them while you sat.

“Hey.” You awoke to a gentle tap on your shoulder. Bruce was standing with a plastic bag in one hand, a glass of water in the other. It freaked you out how quiet he could be. A just-opened bottle of Tylenol sat on the floor below him, the top punctured in the shape of his thumb. You slowly pushed up, the world even more bleary now that you’d gotten a nap in, and he handed you a branded pill. As you swallowed it he squatted and dug out an instant cold pack, rattling it and squeezing it before walking to the kitchen to grab a rag.

“Your head felt hot earlier. Might have a bump.” He handed over the cloth-wrapped cold pack and you settled it against your pulsing, aching scalp. After a minute it began to soothe the throb. You muttered a thanks and rested your eyes. On the precipice of dreamland, he startled you awake.

“Is there anyone you want to call?” He was at the kitchen counter removing the rest of the items from the baggie. You didn’t strain your vision to see what he got. “Someone has to check on you every two hours.” He turned and tucked something into the fridge, and moved the broom back to the closet. Seeing him navigate your apartment so seamlessly was disorienting.

You’d begun forming a sarcastic response before remembering you’d told him not to stay. The evening was shifting in and out of focus; you thought he was being too anal, but… ugh. He was right. Two people in different states of fucked up, the most conscious one with a head injury. It wasn’t overbearing, but he made it seem so.

For a split second you considered calling Rai; Mar and him had met briefly last year, twice or thrice while you were getting late-night snacks together after your edibles had kicked in, or coming home from a night out–but you didn’t want to bother him. It didn’t bother you to inconvenience Bruce.

The fridge light illuminated the back of his hand and you saw the thick scabs; he’d acted so normal tonight you’d forgotten all about it. Lost in your own attack. It would be nice to keep an eye on him, figuratively, as you were certain you were about to pass the hell out. You’d know his whereabouts. Be able to know if he freaked out. You wondered what Mar would think about having a strange man, a fucking celebrity she’d only seen in the news, wandering around alone while she slept vulnerably in the other room. It didn’t sit right. You needed to stay up.

You fought the sleep that tore at your eyelids and noticed him opening a Red Bull. You gestured to it and his brow furrowed. He held it up as if to ask, ‘this?’ and shook his head. “Caffeine isn’t good after a head injury. You need to rest.”

Your voice was muted, your body hurtling towards sleep. “She doesn’t know you.” The cold pack was helping quite a bit; that, or he got rapid-acting pain meds. Bruce looked down, seemingly in thoughtful consideration.

He knew what you weren’t saying. Only a willful idiot would argue about the implications of a man patrolling an apartment late at night; especially given the circumstances. He’d helped enough roofied women to know how wobbly they were; he’d overheard enough at the station (and personally stopped more than a handful) about how the men in Gotham orchestrated their assaults and scrambled the minds of their victims so they couldn’t properly testify. He remembered how still you’d gone after graduation. How you refused to be alone with him. Then, after the interview: how you’d lingered on every piece of his outfit and glanced to the corner of the alleyway to look for a street name.

“I don’t have anyone to call.” It was said sheepishly. Pathetically. At least, that’s how it sounded in your head. He mused a moment more and asked for your phone. “I can set it up to record video in the kitchen. You can turn it off when you wake up.” He walked over and held out his hand for it. “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

If he weren’t Batman that would’ve raised your suspicions. If you hadn’t already spent multiple nights alone in his house without problems when he hated you, you might have hesitated more than you did. As it stood, you forced yourself to trust your body, trust what you knew of his record, and let yourself fucking rest.

He turned on the sound before hitting record, showing you he was pressing it and placing it against a cup on the stove. Luckily you still had your charger on the counter, which he plugged in, then sat at the table. Your eyes were heavy. You gave in.

“Hey.” You opened your eyes to see Bruce standing next to you, holding up four fingers. The black around his eyes confused you until you blinked a few. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You murmured a response. “Four.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Okay.” He turned, and your eyes closed to the sight of his jacket.

“What year is it?”

You opened your eyes again. The room was a bit brighter now. “Uh, 2024.”

“What’s my name?”

“Bruce.”

“Good.”

You fell asleep again to the sight of his back, and the dense woven fabric of his jacket.

“Where are you right now?”

God, you were positively exhausted, and irritated as hell. “Couch.”

“Whose couch?”

“Mine.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

He held up a peace sign. “Two.”

He peered closer. “Let me see your eyes.” He grabbed his phone and shined the flashlight at your face, and you yelped. He startled. “Sorry.” He leaned closer and searched your irises, telling you to follow along with the light. You felt the soft breeze of his exhale on the tip of your nose. Satisfied, he turned it off and pulled back. You blinked as tears sprung to wet your eyelids. “How’s the ice treating you?”

You felt the mushy warmth of the ice pack, and slowly reached around to pull it out from under you. The rag was soaked with condensation, and you handed it off to him. “Fine.” You mustered the strength to roll over and quickly sank back into sleep.

“How many–”

You gasped and sat up, his perfect reflexes snapping to attention, narrowly missing his outstretched hand from whacking your forehead on the upswing. “Ow!” Your hand flew up to your temple and he reached below him for the glass of water and meds. “It’s time for another dose.”

You swallowed and gulped, and glared at him as you answered his finger questions. “Seven.” God! Your body was lit up with rage at having been interrupted; it was hard to shake, rattling around in your bones. SLEEP!

You felt a gentle tap, and when you opened your eyes next, your head wasn’t in excruciating misery. The room was brighter, even as the curtains had been closed, and you smelled burning. Mar grinned at you. “Whew, thought you might be comatose.” She popped the rest of her toast in her mouth. “You should probably wake up, it’s like three.”

Bruce rose from where he was at the table. Mar leaned in and whispered to you, and you strained to hear her. “He wanted to stay until you woke up. In case he needed to drive you to the hospital. Said after drugging and shit you can’t drive for like, a day.” She grinned to herself and held out her hand for you to take, her voice going back to normal speaking volume. “C’mon, I managed to make some pancakes with your empty-ass pantry.”

Why is she so casual about this? About being drugged? About being here? About him? “I uh,” You cleared your throat, your body existing in a strange liminal space between last night and healed. “I need help picking an outfit,”

She guided you to your room and you avoided looking at Bruce, now acutely aware that he’d spent the entire night basically staring at you sleep while you were covered in dirt and sweat. She shut the door and you plopped on the bed. She went to your dresser like you had actually meant it, not that you needed a moment alone. “Mar.”

“Hmm?” She spun around and looked at you for a second, her mouth curling into a smirk. “You little witch.”

“What?”

“I can see it.” She nodded to herself, sucking on her teeth to a smack at the end of it. Her hands gestured from you to the door and back, the mischievous smile crinkling her eyes. “You and him, him and you.”

God, when did she get so happy? You hadn’t known she’d be acting like it was her birthday the second she perceived you betrothed. “Are you good? Your body? Head?”

She continued on like you hadn’t spoken. Her singsongy tone and energetic posture answered for you, you figured. She paced the room with nearly a skip in her step. “Were you with him that one time, before Mora’s? Oh, I knew it!” She snapped her fingers and gasped excitedly. “Ooh, scandalous.” A lightbulb had gone off, apparently. She walked closer to you with her eyes wide, her mouth parted. “Sleeping with your client, I see.” She winked at you and gasped again. “That’s crazy. Ahh!!” She squealed and you shushed her, your ears going red. “Stop.”

“I can see why you wanted to keep it a secret.” She was practically hyperverbal, and you couldn’t see a way in that wasn’t physically closing her lips between your fingers. “People would assume you only got it because you fucked him. Which isn’t true, obviously. You can be a bomb journalist and still let yourself have fun.” She winked at you again and you wanted to vomit. “You trained him well, I gotta give you kudos. He wasn’t giving anything away.”

Your stomach did somersaults at the thought of her drilling him about whether or not you two were together. The knots were painful, not fun. “Mar.” You tried to borrow Bruce’s tone from the night before. It didn’t make a dent.

Her thoughts were getting away from her, all tumbling out together. “That makes sense, with that, yeah! And then… yup. And the staying in Gotham! Wow. Was that the night he officially asked you out? Did you give him an ultimatum? I feel like he’d be hard to pin down otherwise. God, fucking BRUCE WAYNE are you fucking serious!” She doubled over, giggling. Your chest panged not exactly as it had when you’d met your friends for coffee, but it was similar enough to sting.

“We’re not together.”

“Uh huh.” She winked again, waltzing back to the dresser. “Why else would he stay here all night worried about you? Comfortable enough for you to accept him staying over… yeah, yeah.”

“We are not together.”

“You have sweats, shorts, or leggings. What do you want?” She thumbed through your middle drawer.

“Look at me.”

She grabbed a pair of sweats and tossed them to your left on the bed. You glared at her. “I promise you, we are not, will not, will never be together.” You said it as loud as you could without risking him hearing. You didn’t want him knowing you talked about him. That you were still having to talk about this. That everyone in your life had been hounding him about your ‘relationship’, making it seem like whenever he left the room you couldn’t stop gushing. Now you were on damage control.

Mar took her phone out of her pocket and rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Gianna is gonna pick me up.”

“Why ‘ugh’?”

She held up a black screen. “Phone’s dead. We’re gonna get some coffee and head back to her place.” She sipped on some water you hadn’t realized was sitting on your dresser. “Wanna come?”

Thursday. “No, sorry. I have work tonight.”

“You’re still going?”

“The candidates will probably be there. Can’t miss it.”

KNOCK KNOCK. Mar set down her glass and nodded to you, scooping up her clothes from the night before. “Thank you, for everything. Text me later. After you and Mr. Wayne get some alone time.” She winked again like she was doing you a favor, like she hadn’t heard anything you’d said, and walked out to the front door. She hesitated before opening it and turned to him. She said something you couldn’t hear and then pointed to your bedroom.

Bruce walked into your room with his eyes down and walked toward the far wall. Then you watched Mar open the door and leave, half of Gianna’s face in view before they left in a flurry of laughter.

You were the first to glance up, you thought, but he was already looking at you. He nodded. “How’s your head?” His voice had more roughness than even the weekend had given him, and you could only imagine it was from both having to stay up all night and the next day, and probably talk more than he ever had before. Mar was nothing if not an extrovert.

You carefully shifted in bed and cleared your throat. “Good. I mean. Hurts. But fine. Better.” You looked down again, his unwavering gaze settling onto you like a weighted blanket that was too heavy. “Thanks, again. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Said in the same no-nonsense tone. Like you were trying to say the Earth was flat. Like you were looking at a dog and calling it a cat, and he didn’t have time for tussling about it. He walked briskly past you and back to the kitchen, and you felt beckoned, with no signal from him to follow. You followed on his heels again, feeling a subtle role reversal. Now that your head was a manageable throb, you had all hands on deck to hyperanalyze his mental state.

Except, walking into the kitchen felt like being naked. He was putting breakfast away, placing the remnants onto a plate you assumed was for you. You noticed your phone sitting on the counter and reached for it; it was hot, and when you ended the recording you weren’t sure it would save a fourteen hour video. But it did. What fucking secrets did this hold?

Rip the bandaid off. “I see you met my friend.” Weird! Reroute! “She said you talked.” You instantly regretted opening the can of worms, not wanting to know, not wanting to discuss it…

He nodded as he rinsed off the pan. “She’s nice.” He pondered a second, as if deciding whether or not to share more. You bit your cheek. “Protective.”

You hoped he wasn’t aware of how red your cheeks were. She was gonna get a mass of texts later. Breathe. She was fucking drugged, maybe she didn’t even mean to be like that. The warm brick in your hands held the scripture, and you couldn’t stop the curiosity bubbling to hear what his take was before watching it back. “How so?”

Poking the bear was fun as ever, because he abruptly stopped cleaning and gave you a sideways look. He shrugged, then the absolute faintest of grins tugged the corner of his mouth. “Said she’d fuck me up.”

It was funny. He’d been the one to save you both from getting fucked up, and here your friend had come at four in the morning with her pitchfork.

The next part blurted out of you like an exorcism. You couldn’t bear the thought of him thinking he filled your thoughts when he was away, that you giggled into corners, whispering in the ear of whoever was nearby about your wildest dreams and fantasies. “I don’t talk about you, by the way.”

He looked at you, expression unreadable. He was quiet for too long, his hands slowing as he continued his wash and rinse. Buying time. As he clinked the last plate onto the rack, he sighed. You thought he might say something, but he didn’t. Now you felt embarrassed. “How are you doing?”

His face squished together, weirded out. “Me?”

Did you even have to say it? You let the silence sit, and he picked it up after a few orienting blinks. His intonation was more melancholic. “Fine.”

“Had any med side-effects?”

“Aren’t you the one who got assaulted last night?”

“I’m just asking.”

He shut off the water and dried his hands on the kitchen towel. A single patter registered as your gaze tore away from its fibers. It was still bizarre to have him be here. Touching normal things. Brought right back to the Bruce you conceptualized prior to the attempt. Was that version of him gone now? An event like that had to be perspective-shifting, right? A life ready to end, could’ve ended, but here he remained. Or were you entirely off-base?

“Thought we were past that.”

“What?” Your thoughts were a maze. He rolled the top of the flour down and clipped it. He peered at you suspiciously, his movements a bit jerky. “Pity.”

“I didn’t realize it was pitying to ask about medication.”

He changed the subject entirely. “Got in contact with Gordon. Guy’s in custody.”

“Who is he?” You grabbed the plate and started chewing on some toast. You were getting tired of only eating bread.

“Lee Miller. Former graduate student at GU.”

“Former?”

“After last night.”

Damn. A perp getting actual consequences? Per usual, he stared at you, confused. Your reactions were always unexpected.

“You look shocked.”

“Thought he’d get a slap on the wrist.”

“At minimum it’s assault. Likely a felony.”

He had so much to learn. “Maybe I should write about it.” You set down the stale bread and started on the pancakes. They were cold and chewy. “Horrible Man Faces Consequence for Horrible Actions”.

Bruce sneered. He again looked like he would respond, but didn’t. The next minute passed by in brittle silence. He finished putting everything away in the pantry, cupboards, fridge. You felt strapped to the floor, your heels nailed in one place. When he stood and didn’t do anything, lingering, a brutal emotional flashback gripped you. You swallowed back tears. Tucked your thumb into your palm to grip it. You could barely breathe. You asked again, imploring honesty. “How are you?”

The air between the two of you was tight. The longer he didn’t answer the more anxiety boiled up into your throat and flushed your cheeks. You started to sweat, your forearms flushing cool, a flash of prickling heat. You couldn’t feel your hands. It took every crumb of strength to stay standing, let alone to keep looking at him. He broke the contact. His chest caved in a little too far.

“Tell me.” It was coming out rougher, firmer, but you couldn’t redirect it. Another minute of silence.

You couldn’t understand nor handle him not answering. The hair on the back of your neck stood up. You gasped at the front of your speech. “I’m not letting you leave until you tell me. Unless you’re honest. You have to tell me the truth. All of it. You have to.” An embarrassing whine curled the end, and you sat in it without apology. Is he really making me beg?

The truth was, he wanted to run out the second you asked. He wanted to run far, far away, and never see you again. He wanted to run away from himself, and you weren’t letting him. You wanted him to sit inside of it. Talk about it. Feel it. He was doing everything in his power not to. He’d been worried about you last night, but that wasn’t the full extent of why he’d stayed. Staying gave him a task. A time-consuming, monotonous one, but those were hours he didn’t have to answer to himself.

It was strange to see someone suffering because he wasn’t burdening them. Like the earth’s tilt was all backwards, all wrong. He felt himself constructing a wall in real time, brick by painstaking brick. It scared him. How hard it was. With Alfred it went up like a revolving door; a natural baseline to slink back to. It wasn’t like that right now. It wasn’t like that with you. All he had were words you saw transparently.

Admitting it felt like clawing his own skin off. His face drew sour. “Bad.” He was only peeking into the shoebox, not upending it. He wasn’t doing that for anyone. Didn’t matter how much you pleaded. Alfred had eventually learned it was a futile effort, and you would too. However, as the witness… he had to give you something. And he had. Bad.

“How’s your safety?”

He laughed. It ulcerated your gut. “I’m serious.”

He walked around the kitchen island—you lunged across it when you thought he was headed to the door, and he shot a look at you as you missed his elbow. He continued to the couch, each step of his sending a shockwave through your body until you knew for sure he wasn’t heading out. You received it as a subtle power play. You wanted to scream.

He knelt to grab your discarded glass, taking his sweet time walking back to the sink. Caught between a rock and a hard place, you were gutted by equal urges to curse him out and soothe him. The gentle, caretaking Bruce had evaporated. He was guarded. Purposely shutting you out. Trying to make yourself sound firm only made you more feeble. I WANT to know fought with I NEED to know which fought with pleasejustfuckingtellmegoddammit.

“You said it yourself: I don’t want your pity. Any of it.” Biting. Callous. Without a care in the world for how you would receive it. Your ears got hot.

“I’m checking on your safety.”

“Don’t want it.” Maybe if he made himself clear enough, you’d know to step back. If he let you in now, you’d think you could get in again, and that was a habit he wanted to break before it started.

Your scoff couldn’t be contained. “I—”

It alarmed you the speed at which he pivoted from the sink to bore his eyes into you. Fucking Batman again. His tone was resentful, undercutting his word choice. “You helped me. Thank you. Leave it at that.”

He wasn’t being considerate. He didn’t have to be, but he wasn’t, and that hurt you more than you were willing to admit. It all suddenly felt profoundly silly. You’d expected his coldness to vanish. Maybe some sort of bullshit camaraderie borne of tragedy. But as he scooped up his face covering and flipped up his hood, you couldn’t help but feel this was the last time he’d ever be in your apartment. The last time he’d ever discuss the attempt. A severing.

You didn’t chase him to the door as he’d expected. You weren’t giving him any fuel to move his hand to the doorknob. Fuck. The room’s silence left a chasm wide enough for him to feel like an asshole. The greater half of his conscience yelled at him to be better.

He left anyway.

[buzziightqueer]

Three's Company

that one fic where i went lowkey crazy and wrote them all getting freaky

warnings: smut, hair pulling

5.2k words

Alex loved the rain. She loved the way it pattered against the windows, creating soft white noise for her to tune out the world. A time when Alexandra Cabot could be fully relaxed was rare, but the rain got her a step closer. 

She sat on the couch, curled under a blanket, reading her latest case file. Typically she would move to her desk or the dining room table, but she just couldn’t resist the cozy atmosphere of the den in the darkened rainy glow. Her cat, Arthur, sat atop the other half of the large file stack she’d been sorting through for the past hour. If he wasn’t cleaning himself, he was swatting at the tassels on the knitted throw. 

Alex’s vanilla candle burned, creating a calming warm smell that contrasted with the cool tones reflecting from the window. Even though her work was anything but, she felt light and at peace. The quiet was… too quiet, though. 

The door burst open, immediately ending her leisure time. 

“Jesus Christ!” A voice called. Casey Novak walked into their shared apartment soaked to the bone. “It’s pouring buckets.” 

“Pouring buckets?” Alex questioned, looking up from her files, chuckling. 

“Yes, pouring buckets.” She doubled down, kicking off her shoes and hanging her coat on the rack. Her briefcase was slick with rain and not wanting to make a mess, she simply laid it on the front mat. “And I took my bike today, of course. The weatherman lied! He said no rain,” She pouted. 

Casey crossed the room, kissing Alex’s head and petting Arthur softly. She ruffled his fur until he meowed crossly and jumped down. Alex shot daggers in her direction, Casey muttering a wincing “sorry!” for disturbing their time spent curled up together. 

Casey flopped down next to Alex, reading the in-hand file over her shoulder before Alex snatched it away. 

“Confidentiality!” Alex called dramatically, leaving Casey to roll her eyes. 

“I’m nosy,” Casey protested.

“You just spent all day at the office and now you’re home wanting to… read more about the law?” Alex questioned. 

Casey finally gave up, bounding off the couch and calling over her shoulder, “I’m showering! My hair is going to curl from the humidity–I can feel it.” 

Alex frowned to herself, secretly disappointed. She loved Casey’s curly hair on those rainy humid days when the straightener didn’t cooperate. 

Figuring her quiet time was over, she carried the files off her lap and placed them on the coffee table. She swept herself into the kitchen to grab two large wine glasses. It was Friday and Casey had a long week; losing cases, problems with being the new girl in the unit, she needed to be pampered. And if Alex was good at one thing, it was pampering. 

When the shower water turned on, Alex began pouring a fancy red wine into the glasses. Placing them on the end tables, she then turned her attention to the fireplace. It wasn’t cold enough for a full fire yet, but Alex knew that Casey loved the sounds of nature. The rain outside and the fire crackling would be her exact idea of paradise. 

Fifteen minutes later, Casey emerged from the bathroom, her red curls now glossy from the shower, her skin rosy from the warmth of the water. She was wrapped in a fluffy robe, toweling her hair dry. 

“Oh my god, you didn’t dry your hair,” Alex said, crossing the room to twirl a damp curl around her finger. “Is it Christmas?” 

Casey smiled, her dimple on display, “I know you like my hair natural and, well, it’s Friday. I don’t have work tomorrow, so I’ll indulge you.” 

Alex wrapped an arm around Casey’s shoulder, handing her one of the two wine glasses. It was only then that Casey noticed the decadent fire and atmosphere Alex had put together while she was in the bathroom. 

“Oh, you romantic,” Casey teased, taking Alex’s hand and leading her to the couch. She sat, swinging her legs onto Alex’s lap. The short robe didn’t leave much to the imagination– especially in this position. 

Alex watched as Casey sipped her wine, her eyes wandering over her flushed skin, the way her damp curls stuck to her neck and shoulders. She reached out, gently playing with a strand of Casey's hair, her fingertips tracing along the nape of her neck.

"You look...ravishing," Alex murmured, her voice soft and thick. 

Casey quirked a brow. “Because of the hair or because I’m in your robe?”

Alex's lips tugged into a smirk, her fingers continuing their exploration, tracing the edge of the lapel on the robe.

"Both?" she admitted, her voice low and suggestive. She shifted her body, moving closer to Casey, her hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her waist, pulling her in closer. The faint scent of her freshly showered skin was intoxicating, and Alex couldn't help but press her lips to her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

Casey hums, appreciative. “Mhm, did you miss me today or something?” 

Alex smiled, hungrily, “I miss you every day.” With a swift movement, she pushed Casey back against the couch, hovering over her, her light blue eyes dark with desire. Her hands roamed further beneath the robe, pulling at the sash that held it closed. 

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Alex confesses, trailing kisses down Casey’s neck, “about all the things I wanted to do to you when you got home.”

Casey lets out a soft whine, obviously affected by the words. 

“Me neither. I always do when you have days off without me being home.” 

A sly smile tugged at Alex’s lips, pushing her robe off her arms. She pressed her body against Casey's, pinning her down on the couch, her lips hovering over her chest.

"You always do?" she teased, her hands sliding up the inside of Casey's thighs, her fingers slowly caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs. 

Casey nods frantically, only making Alex cockier. She enjoyed how Casey reacted to her, the way her body twitched with need at every slight touch. Her hand slid down, running over her hips, proving her point. Casey bucked her hips into Alex’s touch as she settled in between her legs. 

"You could've come in the shower with me, you know," she said, raking a hand through Alex's hair.

By now, Casey knew all of Alex’s weaknesses and vice versa. She knew how sensitive Alex was and how much she liked her hair messed with. Sometimes, she put it up just so she could feel Casey tear through. 

Alex let out a soft moan as Casey’s hand ran through her hair, her eyes darkening with desire. She leaned into the touch, her body pressing against Casey’s

"Oh trust me, I wanted to," she admitted. 

She captured Casey’s lips in a bruising kiss, her hands roaming over the bare skin of her chest. 

"But now you're here, and I have you all to myself," she whispered, her lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

"Yes," she gasped.

She leaned back, admiring the view before her. Casey, beautiful and flushed, laid out beneath her.

"Look at you," Alex murmured, "So lovely, so responsive."

"And all yours," she nods, pulling Alex's hair slightly.

Alex let out a small moan as her hair was pulled, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. She nipped at Casey’s chest, leaving a small mark.

"Case," she breathed, "you know how I like it when you do that."

She could feel Casey’s hips arch into hers, could feel the heat of her desire as their bodies moved together. If there was one thing Casey liked more than receiving, it was making Alex feel good in the process. In the past, she had always been solely a giver. She liked to hear their sounds, know how she was doing, and usually got off just by getting them off. But with Alex, god with Alex… it was so different. Every time they were intimate, it was a religious experience. 

Alex's own desire was growing stronger, her body responding to every movement, every sound that came from the redhead. Alex let out a low groan as she felt Casey's hips grind against hers. It was a tempting display, one that made her own control waver, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand. She quickly pinned Casey's hips down, preventing any further movement. 

"Please.." she begged

Alex's resolve was faltering. Casey’s plea, the pleading tone in her voice, was almost too much to bear. She wanted to give in, to give the girl what she wanted, but she also wanted to make her wait, to make her desperate.

"Please what, Case?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry whisper.

"Please touch m-" 

A knock sounded at the door.

Alex froze her ministrations, cursing the interruption. She reluctantly got off of Casey, an uncomfortable heat now emanating off of her body. Casey sat up too, slower because of the heat between her legs and the need coursing through her, but she was quick to slip the robe back on and cover herself. 

Alex crossed the room, fixing her hair and trying to make herself look presentable. Or at least not like she was about to have sex. She looked through the peephole, squinting. These things weren’t exactly easy when you had horrible eyesight and thick-framed glasses. She could make out a black coat and short-cropped dark hair. 

Alex opens the door slowly, “Olivia?” 

Olivia Benson stands on the other side, hands in her pockets. She takes in Alex’s disheveled appearance and then looks past her to Casey on the couch, looking similarly suspicious. 

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks, an almost amused look crossing her features. 

Alex quickly cleared her throat to compose herself, “No, not at all.” She motioned for Olivia to come in. When Olivia walked past her, Alex made an exasperated face at Casey for their unwanted interruption. Casey stifled a laugh. 

Olivia wandered further into the living room, taking in the fire and the wine. It was obvious she had picked a bad time. 

“Olivia?” Alex said, breaking her out of her haze. “Is everything okay?” 

She seemed to hesitate and think it over. “I… well, I have been meaning to talk to you about something.” She spoke in a quiet voice that was so… un-Olivia. 

Alex's heart sank slightly, her mind jumping to a million different things. What could she possibly want to talk about at this hour? She tried to keep her voice steady, though she couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive.

"Okay," she encouraged. 

Olivia took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds.

"It's...it's about Casey," she said, her eyes darting over to the redhead on the couch.

“Wait, me?” Casey got up to stand where they both were gathered. Now her mind was racing too. She had only worked in Olivia’s unit for a couple of months. Had they already decided that they didn’t like her? Was she about to get fired by someone who wasn’t even the SVU unit chief? 

"Can we..." Olivia glanced at Alex, then back at Casey, "Can we sit down for this?"

Okay, now this definitely felt like Casey was getting fired. 

They sat down, Alex following Casey, taking her hands. Olivia sat in the lounge chair across from them, eyes continuously flickering back to Alex and Casey’s obvious affection. 

Olivia glanced back and forth between them, her expression serious.

"How long have you two been together?" she asked, her voice even and controlled. 

Alex and Casey couldn’t tell if this was a genuine curiosity, or if this somehow had involvement with Olivia’s work. Was she usually so straightforward in interrogating her friends? 

"A few months," Alex finally said, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach. "It's only recently started to get serious though."

“And you’re already living together?” Olivia questioned. 

Now Alex felt like she was on trial. “Well… I mean technically? I moved here because my apartment flooded. Casey was my closest friend who also was an ADA, so we started carpooling, staying together, and this all just…happened.” 

Alex didn’t want to give away too much, they were trying to keep things private at work. Only Huang knew, really, but that was because he just happened to be an almost psychic shrink and also Alex’s best friend. 

Olivia studied them for a moment, her gaze unflinching. It was as if she was evaluating the sincerity of their answer, trying to see if they were telling the truth.

"And you’re… committed?” she prodded, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Alex bristled slightly at the skepticism in her tone, her protective instinct kicking in. She squeezed Casey’s hand, a silent reassurance to both her and herself.

"Yes, committed," she repeated, her voice firm. "We're in a serious relationship, and we're happy together."

Olivia nodded, her expression softening slightly, though there was still an air of tension in the room. She leaned forward in her chair, bracing her elbows on her knees.

"And you're...exclusive?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice.

Alex could feel the tension in the room growing thicker, the conversation edging into dangerous territory. She wanted to know where she was going with this. 

Casey’s face remained stoic, but her fingers squeezed Alex's. “Why are you asking so many questions?” Casey asked.

Olivia took a deep breath as if she was steeling herself for something. She glanced at Casey once more before finally speaking.

"Listen... this is going to be... difficult to hear. And I'm warning you, I don't want either of you to freak out, okay?"

"The preface isn't really helping, but alright," Casey said, warily. 

Olivia nodded, seemingly bracing herself. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers for a few seconds before finally speaking.

"The truth is...I have feelings for Casey."

The confession hung in the air like a heavy cloud, the room growing deathly silent. Alex's heart seemed to stop, her breath caught in her throat. She glanced at Casey, who had gone completely still beside her, her face unreadable.

Casey's face showed pale shock "I..what?"

Olivia let out a shaky breath, her eyes flickering between them.

"I didn't mean for it to happen," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "It just...did. I tried fighting it, I really did, but the feelings just grew stronger. I tried to hate you when you first started but…"

Well, that made more sense. Casey always thought Olivia and Elliot just hated her for no reason and ostracized her as some cruel newbie ritual, but maybe it was more than that. Elliot obviously liked Olivia. So if Olivia let it slip that she was eyeing Casey? God, she felt like she was back in middle school. 

Olivia looked between them, her expression almost sheepish.

"I know it's not what either of you expected to hear. But I couldn't keep it in any longer. It's been eating me up inside." She let out, hanging her head a little with the revelation. “I never even noticed it until I saw you two together. I was so envious at how you two acted. How happy you made each other. I always wished it could’ve been me making you both happy.” 

That last part made Alex’s eyes flick up. “Did you want to be with..both of us? If you were thinking like that?" she asks, not wanting to assume, but also curious. 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the question, clearly not expecting it. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching on her lap.

"I-I...yes, I suppose you could say that," she replied, her voice shaky but honest. "I know it's...unconventional, I know it's not what most people would expect or understand, but the thought has crossed my mind."

The truth is, it has also crossed Alex and Casey’s mind. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they had talked about it and were both open to adding someone in if the time was right. They knew how they felt about each other and didn’t need anyone else to fulfill their needs, but they were both busy people. Three people working in law enforcement basically still amounted to about one and a half people altogether. 

Casey and Alex both shared an intrigued glance. 

Alex grabbed Casey’s hand, moving for them to both sit closer on the cushion more towards Olivia’s chair. She found herself sitting just inches away from the woman who had just confessed to having feelings for her and her partner. The proximity felt both exhilarating and dangerous.

Without thinking, Alex reached out and tucked a hair behind Olivia’s ear. Alex watched Olivia’s reaction intensely, making sure she was reading the room correctly and not stepping on anyone’s toes. 

Alex looked back, whispering something to Casey that made her blush. Olivia wished that she knew what they had said, but she didn’t have much time to think because suddenly Alex was kissing Casey deeply right in front of her. 

It was unexpected, yet sent a shiver down her spine. The way Alex grabbed Casey’s chin and took charge, Casey plump, full lips reddening and glistening as Alex obliterated her mouth. It was so rough and passionate, Olivia already felt her stomach fluttering. 

When they broke free from each other, both women’s eyes were dark with lust and desire. Casey had already been pent up from before, but now? She was insatiable. 

Finally, Olivia spoke. "That was-" she began, her words trailing off as she struggled to find the right ones. She ran a hand through her hair, her eyes flickering between them. 

"It was what?" Alex leaned in, breath lingering with Olivia’s. 

Olivia swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on Alex’s lips. She seemed mesmerized, caught in the magnetic pull between them.

"It was... unexpected," she murmured, her voice low and hoarse, "And... exciting."

The response was simple: “Did you like it?” Casey chimed in. She had been quiet, mostly having Alex take the lead, but she wanted to ensure they all weren’t too far gone before they discovered how the trio felt. 

Olivia could feel herself falling deeper into the web of this magnetic tension, her defenses crumbling under the weight of her attraction. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, "I did."

Alex nodded, grabbing Casey’s hand for support before she captured Olivia’s lips softly. Olivia gasped softly at the contact, ready for this to happen, more than ready, but still surprised when it did. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her body when Casey’s hand caressed the back of her neck. Having Casey peppering light kisses behind her while Alex devoured her lips whole was heaven.  

With a sudden urge, Casey whispers, “Pull her hair,” she kisses the shell of her ear. “She loves it.” 

Olivia’s eyes widened at the suggestion, a flicker of desire flaring in them. She turned her gaze to Alex, taking in her flushed cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She reached out, her fingers tentatively trailing through Alex's hair, gently massaging at her scalp, and then tugged just slightly, testing Alex's response.

Alex let out a soft moan as Olivia’s fingers tugged at her hair, just enough to get her attention. The unexpected move sent a shiver down her spine, and she unconsciously leaned into the touch, her eyes half-lidded.

Olivia seemed encouraged by Alex's response, her grip on her hair growing more firm. She tilted Alex's head back, exposing her throat, her eyes roaming over her face as she leaned in, her breath hot against her skin.

Alex's breath caught in her throat as Olivia’s grip on her hair tightened, the sensation both possessive and erotic. Her heart was racing, her body responding to the mixture of dominance and desire in the air. She leaned further back, submitting to the hold on her hair, her eyes meeting Olivia’s in a mixture of arousal and surrender.

"Kiss her," Casey encouraged, nipping and leaving soothing kisses on the backs of Olivia’s shoulders. 

She tugged once more on Alex's hair, pulling her closer, before claiming her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Alex's body responded immediately to the kiss, her hands instinctively coming up to grip  Olivia’s shoulders. Her head was spinning, her body caught in the intoxicating mix of sensations - the pull of her hair, the feel of Olivia’s lips on hers, the lingering presence of Casey near them. She let out a soft whimper into the kiss, her resistance melting away.

Her hands slid down Olivia’s shoulders, gripping at the fabric of her shirt, anchoring herself to something tangible as she lost herself in the sensation. Every pull on her hair sent a jolt of pleasure through her, further heightening her response to the dominant gesture.

Casey moaned from the view, licking at OIivia’s neck and unbuttoning her collared shirt from around the back. 

Olivia’s breath hitched as Casey’s mouth moved down her neck, the material of her shirt parting and revealing more skin for Casey to discover. Her head was swimming, her thoughts a jumble of sensations, all focused on the two mouths and four hands that were sending her senses into overdrive. 

"Is this okay?" she whispered, biting Olivia’s earlobe. 

Olivia shuddered, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She managed a nod, her voice betraying the desire and excitement coursing through her.

"Yes," she gasped out, her hands gripping tightly to Alex's waist as Casey ripped at her bra desperately. 

Alex turns to Casey, lifting her up from Olivia’s chest by her chin, and giving her a slow, languid kiss. “And you? Are you okay?” She checks in. 

Casey’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes darkened with desire, and she bit her lower lip before nodding.

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice betraying her own arousal. "I'm...I'm okay."

"You sure, baby?" Alex said, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"I'm sure," she affirmed, her voice a bit breathless. "I'm... I'm more than okay."

"Good girl," she said, climbing onto Casey’s lap and straddling her. Casey let out a shaky breath at the sudden closeness, her hands automatically coming to rest on Alex’s hips, moving her back and forth gyrating on her lap. 

Casey couldn’t help looking over and into Olivia’s wild eyes. Olivia took this as her cue to step closer, her body fitting into the space between them, her hands coming to rest on Alex's shoulders. The proximity was intoxicating, each woman's breath mingling with the others, the air thick with something that was both primal and electric.

Alex wordlessly slid herself down, placing kisses along Casey’s stomach, Casey’s muscles tensed in anticipation, her hands clenching the material of the couch in a desperate bid to keep control of herself.

She grabbed Olivia’s hand, "So wet for us," she cooed. "Look, Liv," she motioned for Olivia to examine the effect they’d had. 

Olivia couldn’t look away. Her eyes roamed over Casey’s body, now practically bare, and the words Alex uttered as she teased around where Casey needed–god, it was almost all too much. She took a step forward, her own hands reaching out to touch Casey too, her touch tentative and reverent.

Casey’s breath hitched at Olivia’s sudden contact, her body arching involuntarily. Olivia’s mind was fuzzy, too much pleasure, too many things she wanted to touch. 

"Mhm, doing so well, Liv," Alex said, moving back up and capturing Casey’s lips "Isn't she, Case?"

Casey’s brain was too hazy with pleasure to formulate a coherent response. She nodded, her head still spinning. “So good,” she reassured. 

“Casey can take more than that,” Alex reminded Olivia. See how worked up you got her?"

The teasing only made Casey arch up into Olivia's palm more. Alex kissed Olivia, all tongue and teeth, making Olivia's tentative motions increase on Casey’s thigh. Olivia removed her other hand, though, grabbing the back of Alex’s neck to deepen the kiss. 

Alex noticed Casey's whines of unfulfillment and decided to stop distracting Olivia altogether. “Who do you want to taste?” She purred into the crook of Olivia’s neck. 

Alex smiled a cat-like grin, enjoying Olivia’s dilemma. She glanced at Casey, laid out and waiting, and took mercy on her. 

"You should start with Casey," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "She's been so good for us."

Olivia’s breath hitched at Alex’s suggestion, a shiver running down her spine. She turned to look at Casey, taking in the flush on her cheeks, the look of need in her eyes. The next touch was electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure at finally being touched through Casey’s body. Casey’s body arched, wordlessly imploring Olivia to continue. 

Olivia’s hands were tentative initially. Her touch was gentle as she got her bearings and explored the territory in full. She ran he hands up Casey’s thighs, over the curves of her hips, then back down, swallowing thickly as she eyes the woman’s slit. 

Alex sat back next to Casey, taking the lead once again to whisper into Casey’s ear. “Encourage her, darling. Make noise for her,” she sucked at her weak point behind her ear, making her hips buck. 

Casey’s head fell back as Alex kissed and sucked at her neck, already red and marked from earlier. Casey writhed under their combined touch, overwhelmed by so much heat in so many areas. 

Olivia shyly began kissing Casey’s thighs, hands prying her legs apart. Olivia had never done this with a woman, and she was afraid her inexperience was showing. Alex, though, was too perceptive not to reassure her. 

“Don’t be afraid,” she said to Olivia, bending down to kiss her cheek. “I’ve eaten her out more time than I can count.” 

Olivia swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. Despite her own inexperience, she could feel her body responding to the imagery. 

“Show me,” she said, her voice quiet and ragged. 

“You want a demonstration?" she stood, leading Olivia up by her chin.

Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on Alex’s face, her expression a mixture of curiosity and lust. Mostly lust. She allowed herself to be led upward, following Alex’s movements. 

Alex placed a kiss on Olivia’s lips before pushing her down softly onto the couch. Alex, finally having enough, ripped the remainder of the robe off of Casey, leaving her completely bare. Olivia was timid, only kissing around the exposed skin, but Casey was hers. 

Olivia’s breath was taken away by the sight before her, her eyes roving over every inch of Casey’s fully exposed skin. The woman was beautiful, stunning, and seeing her in all her glory was almost overwhelming. She felt a mix of desire, need, and something else, some emotion she couldn't quite put a name to. For a moment, she couldn't look away, her own body responding to the scene unfolding before her.

"Like what you see?" Alex teased huskily, kneeling in front of Casey’s open legs. She met Alex’s gaze, her own expressing a mix of desire and hunger. Her hands subconsciously gripped at the couch, her knuckles almost white as she attempted to control her own body's response to the sight before her.

“Watch, Liv,” she warned. “Eyes open.” She reminded the detective as she licked a long stripe up Casey’s cunt. 

Casey couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips as Alex’s tongue made rough contact. Alex knew how impatient Casey was, that all this teasing had to already have her close, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take her time. 

Casey’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, but then flew open realizing that Olivia was there watching. Their gazes locked, Olivia losing all sanity. Olivia was rocking back and forth on the couch, trying to find some friction. 

Casey took pity on her, motioning her over. As Casey was about to unzip her pants though. Alex sucked directly onto her clit. 

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, balling a fist in Alex’s hair. 

Alex inserted two fingers, her slick mouth lifting momentarily. “Praise her, Olivia. She needs you,” she stated before going back to work. 

Olivia’s mind buzzed with excitement and nervousness as she stumbled through her words, wanting to do whatever it took to please Casey, but at the same time, her inexperience made her feel clumsy and unsure. She never had this kind of problem with men. With them, it was all unemotional and quick. Over and done with.

"You... god, you look so beautiful," she managed to stutter, her voice low and raspy, her eyes fixed on Casey’s face. Casey moaned at the compliment, at how surprisingly gentle it was in contrast to Alex’s skilled tongue. 

“You’re doing so good for her, Casey, I wish it were me,” Olivia said, only realizing what she had implied after it left her mouth. “I've thought about touching you so many times.”

Casey groans, bucking into Alex’s face, riding it. Olivia didn’t think her words would have that much of an impact, but she continued. 

“You always wore those unbuttoned shirts,” she recalled, running a hand up Casey’s neck. “They drove me crazy. I wasn’t able to focus on the briefing when you were there.” 

Casey was caught in the middle of it all, lost in a sea of sensations, her body aflame with desire and need. The combination of Alex’s insistent, skilled tongue, and the sincere, honest words from Olivia was almost too much to bear. She found herself arching her back, her hands gripping the couch, her entire body a live wire, every nerve ending alive.

Every sound, gasp, and moan, lit a fire under Olivia, accentuating her confidence further. Alex doubled her efforts, the sound of Casey’s wetness echoing out into the room. The calming sound of rain was now replaced with something else. Alex looked up and noticed Olivia’s lustful gaze. 

“Kiss her,” she ordered, voice almost unrecognizable. “She’s close.” 

Olivia responded desperately, kissing her, swallowing her lips whole. Whatever Alex told her to do, she would. Whatever it took to please them both. She noticed the fast pace which Alex was sliding her fingers in and out of Casey, curling them to make her cry out, completely at her own disposal. 

Casey responded desperately to Olivia’s kiss, holding onto the back of her neck to keep her mouth still while she rode Alex’s face. Casey couldn’t focus on anything, her need too strong. 

When Alex curled her fingers, finding the spongey spot inside, Olivia whispered, voice sultry, “Come, for her. Come for us.” 

And Casey did. Olivia swallowed Casey’s moans, holding her tightly through her climax, feeling Casey trembling. Casey’s body came down slowly from the built-up pleasure, running a hand through her curly hair, sweat glistening on her forehead. 

Alex released her grip on Casey’s thighs, removing her fingers once Casey began to sit up, and held them out for Olivia. 

“Suck,” she instructed, holding out three fingers for Olivia. Olivia’s eyes widened once she realized what she had to do. What she wanted to do. Arousal shot through her as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Alex’s fingers obediently. The action was wanton and bold, and almost enough to make her come from the overstimulation and unresolved desire. 

Once Alex was satisfied that her fingers were clean and not a drop was wasted, she pulled them out of Olivia’s mouth with a pop. 

She licked her lips, cleaning off the remainder of Casey’s juices before turning to the two women before her. 

“So?” Alex began. “Who’s next?”

[daughterofbearsandrivers]

Horror | 1.0 `yautja`

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Vague imagery of honey dipped college memories suddenly tainted with screaming and the indescribable sensation of hearing literal bodies being torn into pieces. The cracking of ribs so each bone snapped from the sheer pressure, flesh squished together as blood vessels burst and spewed out geysers of blood mixed in with their bodily fluids. The stomach lining, organs, soft fleshy innards not covered by bone was consumed like hard liquor on Saturday club night.

Being hit by a car or shanked for belongings in parking lot would've been considered a calculated mercy or bittersweet memory compared to the last moments of the town's population in the past forty-eight hours.

The faint scent of gasoline tingled her nostrils, sending a very faint high to her brain like the chemicals in the pools does. Resisting the urge to cough to flex the muscles of her body in the cramped space of the trunk, the female waited several moments in silence for the slightest shifting of movement or prowling seekers looking to harvest on the strength inept species. Feeling around for the latch on the backseat, bright midday sun poured in through the opening, she inched it forward as she paused every second or so.

'Goddamn it's bright.'

She noticed the torn edges of her emerald painted nails once she fully leaned the seat forward, stringy grime matted locks absorbed the rising heat in the car. Glints of other vehicles windshields momentarily made blackish spots float in her vision, she opened a water bottle once she slid herself out of the car's trunk. The milk spoiled, eggs overheated and bread crusty.

'Good morning America, today's going to be sunny clear skies, maybe chance of rain showers, highs in the whatever seventies and lows- oh shitzerdoodle.'

Leaning on her side to stay within the cover of the car's seat position, she peeked around the edges of the leathery seat, seeing a black mass creep by the front of the vehicle. Ducking down though avoiding on moving her weight around too much, the female stayed in that awkwardly tense angle until she heard it bash through a boutique's doorway a street down.

Sorting through the groceries, she salvaged whatever wasn't affected by the mid summer day heat. Collecting granola bars, a flashlight, screwdriver and some bullets, she found scattered underneath the driver's seat, into a fanny pack. Pressing the button for the window, it slowly slid down. Immediately the intense heatwaves of summer hit her skin, soaking into her body as her clothes suddenly felt too thick to wear at the moment once she eased herself out. 'In this heat I bet ice cream and water would boil. Why couldn't it be a hazy day of clouds.'

Crouching down a little she steered clear from fragmented and little clusters of splintered glass, her footsteps being silent as she could manage. Keeping herself fully aware to pause every few minutes to take a thorough survey of the area, ensuing she didn't have any creatures tailing secretly. Her eyes and top of her head peeking just over the edges of windows, hoods and tailgates of vehicles left stationary in the main street. The crevices of her body's figure little by little condensed with sweat.

Padding herself down a little, she silently lamented as she felt the grains of sand, smears of oil further clogged her pores. All that hard work going down the drain the longer she stayed in the heat and in these ripped and frayed clothes. Without notice her heartbeat sped up, an automatic nearly cemented reaction to the soft skittering of talons, menacing hisses and breathy snarls passing through frosted razor sharp teeth. She crouched down, doing a quick three sixty view of side to side, top to bottom. Seeing all the possibilities where her position made her vulnerable and potential to life ending choices. The vehicles were spaced enough for running and could be jumped across by anything. Though not many of the vehicles had high suspensions to crawl under. And several of the vehicles blocked her in, preventing her from crawling over the hoods from how big or sloped the hood is. Calculating the estimated seconds it would take to jump up, crawl onto the vehicle, run then do the same thing. Another raspy hiss, like sizzling acid in a softer tone. She flinched, her body contracting to still every nerve then slowly releasing to edge forward in a slight crouch.

They were moving by her, a mere vehicle apart.

A few feet away from her fate of being harvested and once again encapsuled in goop to be the fertilizer of an alien colony. She thickly swallowed, forcing back images depicting her chest being tore open from the inside, the sickening sensation of crunched bones. One step, the next and then her body responded in kind. Her fingers kept thumbed over the smooth fabric of her fanny pack, a small assurance against an illusion of control.

'My nails are so damaged and cracked. I should take them off.... though those charms are pretty.'

Her hands turned a bit red from touching hot asphalt. The shattering of a window made her heart burst into a flurry of emotion though she made herself keep stationary. Slowing peeking back over a window, she noticed they had rummaged through a van. More glass sprinkled to the ground. A bony black mass that showed every ridge of it's unnatural existence skittered then body slammed into a vehicle as they fought over scraps of a child.

'Damnit, that's so disgusting- don't, don't think about it. Keep moving.'

Hurrying in the most silent way possible, she crawled underneath a truck and stayed there for a moment to reassess the situation. Her heartbeat had calmed to a considerable pace without her having to manually breath slower. What she didn't calculate is the sudden crashing sound on the truck's roof, making it cave in as the vehicle itself sunk down a little from the weight. Seeing it's shadow on the asphalt, she realized it's the other creature.

He's crouched, his head swiveling around for a quick moment as it let out a roar. A shinking noise of a blade. Those spindly creatures screeched and lunged for him or a very few ran away.

Curled up beneath the vehicle, she felt it's weight shift and sway as the muscular thing fought. A couple vehicles exploded. Heat razed the ground, acidic blood dripped and splattered onto metal and paved rock. Melting it cleanly beyond repair.

'I can't stay here.'

The truck's undercarriage smacked against her head only solidified that thought. She let out a yelp then instantly felt her heart speed up, the accompanying blush and her mind working nanoseconds ahead. She turned her head and saw one of the black creatures hissing loudly at her while the two species created carnage just on her other side. It tried to reach it's talons inside, she fumbled for her screwdriver in the fanny pack.

Yanking it out, she hit the asphalt several times but got her few strikes in against the black alien, making it rethink it's strategy. Knowing it'll likely try to crawl in, she kept wildly swinging her screwdriver around while she felt around in the fanny pack for the few bullets.

The humanoid creature in weird armor slammed a black alien into a car.

She flinched as more acidic blood dripped down from it's broken skeleton. Finally pulling out a handful of bullets, she tossed the shells across the street and right by the burning vehicles destroyed by a plasma cannon blasts.

A roar and an answering screech, more limbs being cut and slashed into individual pieces.

Letting out a sharp exhale, she swung and frantically swiped at the black creature now joined by two more. One of their talons cut into her lower calf, nearly dragging her out before the tossed bullets ignited. They went off and ricocheted, startling the black creatures a few feet and making the beige colored creature snap it's attention to find the source.

Without hesitation she made a break for it, keeping ducked down as she rolled out on the other side of the truck, scrambling to her feet and sprinting hard. She vaulted, slid over the hoods of vehicles to the other side of the street. Noticing some other black creatures crash out of boutiques and whatever woodwork they came from, chased after her.

She wasn't from here though she did know which streets and areas had been the tourist hotspots. Bigger buildings, more hiding spots. Running barefoot on the hot streets of the town, she didn't look back and she didn't stop or veer off to hide. Pumping herself faster than ever, the female saw the distant shining chain link fence of the fair grounds. Darting to her right, she went down a sandy hill of pointed stones, passing by a few tall cactus before coming right up to the fence.

Jumping it, she crawled up and felt the links snag on her jeans to sharply pinprick her skin. Throwing herself over it to land in a puff of dust, she heard them crash into the fence and scramble up it as she continued to run.

She passed through the carnival, her feet sinking a little into the fine sand and feeling the gravel drag on the soles of her heel. Her sights settled on a merry go round, heading over to the controls, she bashed her hands against everything until the ride turned on and the music blasted out of the speakers. Every noise being amplified in her mind.

Their screeches raked her eardrums and made her body turn cold despite the very dry summer heat.

Running in the opposite direction, she went into a house of mirrors. Her figure reflected on the narrow figure warping surfaces. Taking a breath of air, she slowed her footsteps and moved deeper into the entertainment house. Her cheeks red and bright from exertion and anxiety, her heart thundering in her ribcage, she closely listened for any sounds of the black creatures as her breathing seemed to drown out everything else, even her thoughts.

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A shift of movement as the female rubbed her upper arms, one of her hands keeping a hold on the flashlight she had. She stared at her reflections, the afterthought of an idling mind being how she needed a shower and change of clothes. As she still kept finding small pieces of that secreted goop on her person she'd been cocooned in only hours ago.

Rubbing away the crusted blood on her wrist, the female let out a silent sigh. Slowing getting up, she paused every few moments with her head slightly tilted and her body making minimal movement to determine whether or not she's safe to breathe.

Measuring her footsteps she walked to the exit that's aesthetically covered by a curtain, listening for another moment she heard nothing. Though her heart pounded a bit harder. Holding onto her flashlight, she noticed no sun shined at the bottom of the curtains or made the fabric seem thinner from it's light.

It must've been hours but at this point, hiding and waiting out for hours seemed to become her only source of exercise and constant state of what her life has come to. Peeking out, she drew the curtain to the side with the end of her flashlight's handle. The orange bulbed lights of the solar controlled lights were on, the sky completely black and the desert terrain standing still just like her.

As if the world now knew the events of what happened in the last five days changed the course of mankind's present and future forever.

The female gently tested her weight on the wooden steps before descending down the short staircase. On a last second thought, she took the curtains with her. Wrapping it around her figure like a jacket and dress, she quietly walked through the fair grounds.

Popcorn bags, cotton candy cones and some push toys laid on the dirt. Some lights of rides flickered like a dying candle running on the last threads of it's wick. Her flashlight in one hand and currently unlit, she went to a small gift shop. There was no phone or landline and no internet for the working iPhone she found dropped on the floor. Picking out a shirt one size smaller than normal, couple water bottles and some paper towels despite no one being around, she still went behind the cashier counter to change.

Uncapping the lids of the water bottles, she dunked the paper towels in the water, wiping it over her skin as she took most of the dirt off. Scrubbing and washing away the grime, blood, sweat and essentially the memories that came with the reason there's blood in the first place.

Sliding on the new shirt, hoodie, wrapping the curtains around her shoulders like a strap for future purposes. She found a water basin for apple bobbing, she dunked and shook her hair free what she could. A relief of one problem being dealt with settled her thoughts. Still no shoes to wear.

That night she opened one granola bar for dinner and slept in the cubbyhole of where they kept the extra plushies and boxes of other prizes.

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There was no hurry to leave or go anywhere though one designation remained present in her mind the next day when she woke in the afternoon. Her family- well her grandparents had a place up in Alaska. If her memory served her right, which both fortunately and unfortunately did, there'd be enough canned food and natural resources for her to survive there without any worry. They hadn't sold the property but kept it as the ideal family vacation house in the winter.

With that her mind she gathered up four water bottles, dozens of granola bars, candy and some pop tarts from the fair grounds remaining food supply. Finding another flashlight, some batteries and a phone charger in the abandoned vehicles nearby. Apparently no one had kept extra shoes in their once day to day work life. Sliding on her backpack and keeping her fanny pack, she walked the cactus and brush ridden terrain.

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[iamthecomet]

Mushy May Day 5

Grooming & Hair Braiding

Rating: E Characters: Mountain & Dew Featuring: Mountain's rats nest of hair. Dew's magic fingers. Word Count: 750+

Read under the cut or on ao3.

Mountain’s hair is a mess.  Dotted with sticks and leaves, looking like it’s been dipped in mud. Dew grimaces as soon as he sits down next to him on the touch. He reaches up and worries a clump of it between his fingers, pulling out a couple of lilac petals as he goes.

“Thought you were trimming the trees, not rolling around in the mud.”

“Fell off the step stool,” Mountain says with a shrug. He tips his dirty head against the back of the couch and Dew can practically see Cirrus have a conniption about it. “It’s been a wet spring.”

Dew drags his fingers through a particularly tangled section, earning him a pained growl from the earth ghoul. Dew deadpans. Flecks of drying mud flake off to land on the couch.

“You need a shower,” Dew wrinkles his nose at him. Mountain smells like dirt and sweat and lilacs. And while it’s not entirely off putting, the way mud is flaking off of his hair and onto the couch is. Mountain grumbles a little out of sheer habit of being bossed around by Dew. But it’s probably the fact that Dew is the one standing up and dragging him to his feet that makes his resistance half-hearted.

“Bath,” Mountain asserts as Dew shoves him from the room and Aether does his best to brush the dirt off of the back of the couch.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you want, dirt boy.”

“Why are you following me?” Mountain asks once it’s clear that Dew isn’t just throwing him out, but trailing after him toward his room. “You don’t have to watch me to make sure I really do it. I’m not a kit.”

“You’re going to need help.” Dew says, eyes flicking up to the mess of Mountain’s hair.

“I can brush my own hair.”

“Needs a lot more than a brush.” Mountain grumbles again. Dew can see the exhaustion behind his eyes, in the slope of his shoulders. The asshole in him wants to just allow Mountain to suffer since he wants to so bad. But he doesn’t. He follows him into his room, and waits patiently as Mountain runs a bath, strips. The room fills with steam as Mountain slips into the water, groaning as the water digs into his sore muscles. He sags into it. Dew kneels behind him. He puts two hands on Mountain’s head and pushes until the earth ghoul relents with an eye roll, dunking his disastrous hair.

It takes Dew a long time. Long enough that he has to run his fingers through the water to keep it hot. Long enough that his knees start to ache. He combs through each knot, each spot matted with dirt and leaves. He collects a small pile of foliage on the floor next to him. Twigs and branches and flowers.

Somewhere along the way, Mountain’s eyes slipped closed. He started to purr.

Dew drags his fingers through Mountains hair, over his scalp. He drags his other hand through the water again, bumps the temperature up. Mountain makes a small content noise, sinking deeper into the water, tipping his head closer to Dew.

“Where’s your shampoo?”

“Not yet,” Mountain mumbles.

“Mount—”

“Feels nice.”

Dew sighs, he adjusts his position so his knees don’t hurt so bad. He’s spent longer on his knees than this—he’s fine. He sinks both hands into Mountain’s thick hair, dragging over his scalp and down through the ends.

Mountain’s purr rachets higher and Dew doesn’t have it in him to stop—to just leave to let this end.

He’s made the first braid before he’s even decided he’s going to do it. Just letting his fingers move through Mountain’s hair on their own accord. He keeps going. Braiding and unraveling over and over as the tension in Mountain’s shoulders releases.

Only when it’s clear that Mountain has fallen asleep under Dew’s hands does he stop. Leaving one braid, just behind his right ear, for him to find later.

Dew presses a kiss to Mountain’s temple and stands up to stretch. He doesn’t go far—knows he still has to wash Mountain’s hair for him—knows he still wants to. He settles back on the floor, his spine pressed against the wall, watching Mountain sleep. In a little while he’ll be on his knees again, fingers deep in Mountain’s hair, covered in soap to his elbows.

But for now, he’s content to witness the rarity of a fully relaxed Mountain splayed out in the bath in front of him. He tucks his chin onto his knees, and waits.

[whumpy-daydreams]

A stint in prison

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CW: prison, forced drugging, needles

"Rowena Torsen, you are being incarcerated with immediate effect for attempted murder and abduction. You are advised not to resist or you will be forcefully restrained. Remove your clothing and wash using the shower behind you. Fresh clothing will be provided." A man behind thick glass finished his drone of information, and Rowena felt her hands be uncuffed. She didn't move. 

His majesty's prison. It was clean enough, well lit, and warm. Even so, Rowena would rather not be there.

"You have 15 minutes to shower," one of the soldiers said as they left the room. Privacy obviously wasn't an option, so Rowena stripped down, turning away from the glass even though there was a camera opposite anyway. She could deal with the lack of privacy. It wasn't optimal, but it could be worse.

Ten minutes later Rowena was dressed in a beige shirt and trousers, a typical prison uniform with a stamped black number on the back. Water dripped from her hair.

"Face the wall, hands on your head." Instructions came from behind the glass and Rowena rolled her eyes but followed them anyway, letting them re-cuff her hands behind her back. From there she was taken to the cells. Shiny whitewashed walls and plastic flooring kept the place sickeningly sterile, and even the bars of the cells were painted white.

As she walked through Rowena ignored the many stares she got from the other prisoners. Her cell was small, containing only a cot and a combined toilet and sink. A blanket and deflated cushion were the only other things there. 

“Welcome to hell.” A drugged-up voice droned from the opposite cell. “Don’t worry I won’t watch you piss.” 

The girl - woman really - was slouched against a wall near the bars. Her hair was matted and dull, eyes unfocused, skin sallow. Her whole demeanour screamed drunk or high, but Rowena doubted it was drink or recreational drugs. More likely she was being kept like this by the state which probably meant she was a danger to herself or others and couldn’t be restrained another way.

“My name’s Jene. They didn’t like what I said so they locked me up. Did you say bad things? Do you whisper bad secrets in people’s ears?” she slurred.

“No.” Rowena lay down on the cot. It wasn’t worth trying to converse with Jene, she was too drug-addled to understand anything anyway, but maybe she could get some sleep. Her face still hurt and for once she was glad there wasn’t a mirror to see how swollen it was.

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Nine days after getting caught, a few minutes past 6:30, four guards came to her cell.

"A bit early for breakfast? Isn't it?" Rowena mumbled, still waking up.

"Stand up and put your hands on the wall or we will sedate you." One of them said, and Rowena realised this wasn't a usual day. From behind the guards, she saw Jene watching with sickening interest. 

"Why?" She stalled.

"Because I fucking said so. Hands on the wall Torsen." He didn't sound particularly lenient, and Rowena decided that she'd rather not be sedated, and followed his instructions. Two of the guards entered the cell and roughly cuffed her hands behind her back before dragging her out. 

"Where are we going?" Rowena doubted she would get an answer. She was correct.

They went through a tunnel of corridors Rowena hadn't seen before, and eventually ended up in a sort of garage, where there was a van waiting with several soldiers milling around. It appeared they had been waiting for her, and suddenly Rowena sensed that she might have the opportunity to escape. Almost on cue, a man approached with a needle and quickly jabbed Rowena's upper arm before she could pull away, injecting an uncomfortable liquid into her.

"What was that? I thought you weren't going to sedate me? Where are you taking me? What's going on?" She began to ask questions manically, pulling against the guards holding her.

"You're being transferred to a different unit. If you don't stop struggling we will fully sedate you." Someone explained as Rowena was manhandled into the back of the van. Her hands were re-cuffed in front of her so she could sit easier, and soldiers began entering the van with her, sitting alongside to presumably prevent her from throwing herself out of the back. 

Slowly whatever had been injected began to take effect, making Rowena's limbs heavy and her brain foggy. But more disturbing than that was the emptiness that came with it. That a part of her soul had left her body was the only way she could describe it - a void that filled her body as if her identity had been purged. Almost by instinct, she reached for her magic. And found nothing.

"What have you done to me?" She asked, fear threatening to bring tears. "What the fuck have you done?!" The soldiers ignored her, although one or two tensed, fingers twitching towards their weapons. 

Suddenly Rowena lunged forward and a soldier yanked her back. The barrel of a gun collided with her head, and she was knocked back into the van wall. As she looked back up a fist collided with her face and she passed out.

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beanbag (AO3 link)

The thing about the huge, huge, huge beanbag that Hakugan had lugged on board when he'd joined them (packed to the softly- moulding-brim with snow geese feathers collected from friends and family), was that it was very white, and so was Bepo.

Laundry day and shower day for the towering members of their crew didn't come that often. Especially for the hairy Mink. Water needed to be rationed carefully and the oil that Bepo's body secreted was crucial for the well-being of his hide and hair.

However, once a month or so, Shachi and Ikkaku insisted that the orange boiler suit came off (yes, there was a spare, but they forgot to wash it last month—what, with escaping from the marines, and fixing the injured)—and that Bepo himself took a dip.

The Polar Tang was on the surface, and close to ice floes, and snow fell steadily on the decks. But it didn't stop Ikkaku and Shachi changing form, and Bepo keeping form, and all going for an Arctic paddle.

The crew had to entice them back with promises of cocoa and the raw thawed out remains of the sea king that the Straw Hat's cook had somehow managed to save from Luffy and pass their way in exchange for a few sutured stitches and reset bones for the rowdy crew. Doctor Tony had been exhausted and taking a well-earned rest.

Shachi would cook it up (throwing a few select entrails Bepo's way) once he returned to human form.

Bepo, back on board, shook out his fur. It didn't mat. It didn't freeze. His hide was oily and water repellant. So he dried quickly. Particularly in the sub. That didn't change the fact that his boiler suit was in the

laundry and Hakugan's beanbag was enticing, and Bepo's fur was designed to let him blend in with snow drifts. Translucent, like small strands of vermicelli, his hair appeared white with the reflection of the sub's lights.

So, was Captain resting on Hakugan's beanbag, or resting on Bepo resting on Hakugan's beanbag? Bepo was Captain's beanbag, so it was almost the same thing, but whereas Bepo lightly growled if anyone else tried to curl up on the beanbag he'd occupied—quickly followed by an apology—a light snore was the only sound heard when Law strode into the narrow rec room, spied the beanbag/Bepo, and plopped down.

"That Captain?" Shachi asked, shaking water from his ear.

"Nah, too loud. Gotta be Bepo." Ikkaku towelled her hair dry, before tying it up. Like Bepo, she and Shachi had some pretty neat moisture resistant tricks in their cetacean forms.

Kikoku crossed Law. He kept her close when they were on the surface. Bepo's black nose contoured the tip of his form at the highest point and Kikoku's red tassel moved with his exhalations.

The black pad of one paw crossed the other way over Captain and Kikoku let the observant know the Mink was there, and that Law and the crew were safe.

@chibiwitch98 I hope you like it! Thanks for the prompt.

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When the Pressure Gives Way

On AO3.

Pairing: destiel

rating: mature (but it’s damn close to the line)

Summary: Dean is trying to avoid another argument with Cas, because his best friend is seriously pissed about something. He heads outside to wash Baby's mats with a pressure washer, and Cas follows, with an insanely tempting proposition. Dean can't resist the chance to help Cas wash his wings.

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Dean didn't know what had crawled up Cas' ass lately, but his angelic best friend was rivalling Sam for bitch-face champion. He was nearly as uptight as when they'd first met, and now Cas was storming around the bunker, snapping at everyone. Rather than get into a fight he knew they'd both regret, Dean decided to head outside to clean off some of the gear that had gotten way too nasty on the last hunt. He'd already scrubbed down Baby, leaving her gleaming and gorgeous, the way she was meant to be, but the floor mats in the trunk and foot wells needed the pressure washer.

Dean changed into a ratty pair of cut off shorts, a ragged white t-shirt he could toss or bleach without worrying about it, and an old pair of white sneakers that had definitely seen better days. Dragging everything out into the sunshine, he started cleaning. Watching the grime and dirt and blood get blasted away was therapeutic, and Dean sighed as his shoulders loosened.

"What is that?"

Dean jumped a mile and fumbled the nozzle, which luckily cut off immediately, rather than flailing uncontrollably. Three thousand PSI could do some damage. Turning to see Cas watching him, Dean felt his cheeks heat as the angel's eyes raked over him intently. Hopefully, he could blame the flush on the heat.

"Pressure washer. That last case sucked, and I need to clean out these mats before I put 'em back in Baby."

"Why?" Cas asked bluntly, and Dean shook his head.

"Whaddya mean why? When… when you were human… after a shower, didja want to put on the same dirty clothes? Or were clean clothes way better?"

Cas tilted his head as he considered it, even as Dean bent to grab the nozzle and continue his job.

"A valid point. And this machine, it's effective?"

Dean chuckled.

"Not for people, but the floor mats, solid tools that need to be cleaned, blasting concrete or brick. It'll do all sorts of stuff."

"I see," Cas murmured and went silent.

For a long moment there was only the sound of the water hitting the mats as Dean carefully went over them inch by inch. There'd been some sort of ectoplasm on the body they'd hauled, and that shit stained if he didn't get it quick.

"May I try?" Cas asked, and Dean glanced over at him.

"You wanna clean the mats?" he asked, chuckling softly.

His laughter dried up in a heartbeat when Cas stripped off his trenchcoat and began loosening his tie. When the suit jacket came off and Cas started on the buttons of his dress shirt, Dean made an incoherent sound, and Cas looked at him quizzically.

"No, Dean. My wings. I haven't found the water pressure in the showers sufficient to clean them without assistance from another angel, but maybe this appliance will do the trick."

"Cas, buddy, you weren't listening. This is not meant to be used on a person!"

Cas paused with two thirds of his buttons undone, and Dean kinda wanted to kick himself for interrupting the angel. The golden skin he could see where his white shirt had parted was just begging for his touch. He tore his gaze away to discover his aim had wandered, and he was sweeping the spray back and forth over bare concrete rather than the trunk liner. Redirecting it, he watched Cas from under lowered lids, biting his lip as Cas stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

Cas stood in the hot summer morning sun, his skin gleaming, and rolled his head on his shoulders.

"Dean, I'm not a person," Cas reminded him gently, closing his eyes, and then immense, opalescent wings exploded into sight.

Read the rest on AO3.

Thanks to @cr-noble-writes for the beta!

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Freshen Up Your Basic Bathroom Accessories For Style & Utility

When designing a bathroom that is both usable and attractive, the selection of the accessories that you use is especially important. Whether you want bathroom fixtures that are easy to operate or enhance the look of the room, the right accessories will boost your daily use of the bathroom as well as the mood of the interior. Below are the main types of bath accessories that every homeowner needs to have in their bathroom.

1. Towel Bars and Hooks

Even one of the most simple elements of the bathroom equipment is a towel bar or even a hook. Towel bars are fixtures that offer an ideal place that a towel needs to lie to avoid getting wet. It is also available in many forms of styling, material and surface so you can adapt to your preferred bathroom design. Indoor Hanging Solutions for small bathroom You are advised to install hooks on the walls of your bathroom depending on your wall space to make it more efficient.

2. Shower Caddies and Organizers

Shower caddies and organisers are ideal because they keep your shower essentials in place and easily accessible. These accessories come in different types, which has hanging caddies that fixes to the shower head, shelf that uses suction on the wall or standalone. Include water resistance and mold resistance in your options of utensil choice for preparation, for instance, using stainless steel or plastic. When used appropriately, soap such as your shampoos, conditioners, and body washes could create an enjoyable showering encounter if your products are arranged in an orderly manner.

3. Bathroom Mats and Rugs

4. Soap Dispensers and Dishes

SOAP DISHES & DISPENSERS are another family of products that are essential and functional to maintain a clean kitchen plate area. Some designs can give your bathroom a touch of class and at the same time reduce the use of items on sink counter. You should consider your bathroom design when selecting the designs of the texiles as they can be modern, traditional or plain minimalistic. A soap dish is also important and enables them accommodate bar soap without creating a mess on the counter tops.

5. Toilet Brushes and Holders

A toilet brush is very important yet may not be rated highly as other accessories but important in a bathroom. Choose a good toilet brush set that still comes with a cover to hide the brush after use. Select a design that will blend with the bathroom and it not become a blot on the face of the house. It is so important to clean the toilet with a brush, to avoid formation of stains and to have a clean smelling room at all times.

6. Storage Solutions

Otherwise, the bathroom can fall into an unorganized chaos which is why bathroom storage is of outmost importance. You will find cabinets, shelving units, or under sink organizer that meets your needs of space management. Floating shelves are excellent for showcasing aesthetic objects of art , opulently while concealed storage cabinets offer neat aesthetics for storing shower michael and cleaning products. It is also important to add baskets or bins for even more organization they are useful for small parts as well.

7. Mirrors

Mirrors are for reflecting light and acting décor for your bath and shower space, among other uses. There are few tricks which should be taken into consideration, such as the disposition of mirror in the room helps to create an optical illusion and more natural light. They include; framed mirrors, illuminated mirrors, and even wall mounted magnifying mirrors for easier use when grooming. They come in a wide variety, as for the style and size should match the general lay out of the bathroom.

8. Shower Curtains or Screens

Shower curtains or screens are the curtains that distinguish between the showering and the other sections of your bathroom, and can also be a way to incorporate a splash of color or textures to your bathroom. When selecting a shower curtain, one should treat the fabric and the dimensions, so that it fit the shower area adequately. There are waterproof models, which make their maintenance slightly easier. If you want the bathroom to look more chic you can opt for glass shower enclosures which is more open than any other enclosure type.

9. Waste Bins

10. Decorative Elements

To apply more style to the bathroom and make it look more unique and homelike, some decorations are ideal in the washroom. Furniture accessories such as candles, potted flowers, paintings and sculpute can also beautify the interior. The furniture should be resistant to the effects of humidity and moisture build up; it is also important for choosing furniture in appropriate color. Applying the right decoration in a bathroom, a bath taking experience becomes more like a spa treatment.

11. Bath Accessories

Bath aids include bath trays, sponges as well as bath bombs and all these small items can help turn your bath experience to a nightly delight. A bath tray allows you put your favourite book, cup of coffee or tea, a glass of wine or candles next to you while you relax. Take your time and be abreast with the current markets to get quality bath sponges or brushes for that skin. Functional properties of bath bombs include aroma and colour therefore they are used to enhance the appearance of bath and give it a relaxing feel.

12. Lighting Fixtures

The right kind of lights will be required for any sort of bathroom depending on convenience and looks. Discuss an overhead lighting system with central fixtures plus additional wall fixtures sconces plus task lighting around mirrors. Such lights sometimes can be controlled so that they are not too bright during night bathing and depending on one’s mood. The bathroom lighting fixtures chosen should match the style of the bathroom; it can be contemporary, traditional or country.

13. Toilet Accessories

Some of the other toilet accessories include toilet brush and holder and then toilet paper holders together with other decorative storage items. Holders for the toilet paper can be wall-mounted or freestanding and improve conveniences and organization in the bathroom. Furthermore, extra rolls can be placed in boxes that are designed to be placed on the wall, keeping the room looking neat.

14. Personal Care Items

Some of the essentials include toothbrush holder, razor and razor holder, skincare caddy among others in order to have a good bathroom set up. Select something that can be cleaned easily and that will be in harmony with the rest of your interior. Wall mounted organizers should be used for storing such things as to free up counter space and avoid unnecessary clutter.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right bathroom accessories becomes very important since it will meet the need and improve the beauty of your bathroom. When a person buys items that reflect their personality and meets their demands, he can create a usable space and at the same time relaxing and comforting.

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The Complete Guide to Home Linen: Elevating Comfort and Style in Your Living Space

Home linen plays a crucial role in enhancing the comfort, aesthetics, and functionality of any home. From soft bed sheets to stylish curtains, home linen includes a variety of textile items that not only serve practical purposes but also add warmth, texture, and elegance to your living space. In this article, we’ll dive into the essentials of home linen, exploring the different types, key considerations when choosing them, and tips for maintaining their quality.

Types of Home Linen

Bedding Linen

Bedding linen refers to items like bed sheets, pillowcases, duvet covers, and blankets. These items are pivotal to ensuring a good night’s sleep and a cosy bedroom atmosphere. The fabric you choose for bedding, such as cotton, linen, silk, or bamboo, can significantly impact your comfort level. For example:

Cotton: Known for its breathability and durability, cotton is a popular choice for bed sheets. Egyptian cotton, in particular, is prized for its softness and luxurious feel.

Linen: This natural fiber is valued for its moisture-wicking properties and relaxed texture. While linen sheets may feel slightly rough at first, they soften with every wash.

Silk: Silk is incredibly smooth and hypoallergenic, making it ideal for people with sensitive skin. However, it requires more delicate care.

Bath Linen

Bath linen includes towels, bath mats, and washcloths. The most commonly used material for bath linen is cotton, especially in varieties like Egyptian cotton and Turkish cotton, which are known for their absorbency and softness. Here's a quick breakdown:

Towels: Available in various sizes such as bath towels, hand towels, and face towels, they should be soft, absorbent, and fast-drying. A higher GSM (grams per square meter) indicates a thicker, more luxurious towel.

Bath Mats: These are essential for stepping out of the shower and protecting your floor from water damage. Cotton or memory foam options are common for their absorbency and comfort.

Kitchen Linen

Kitchen linen encompasses dish towels, aprons, oven mitts, and kitchen cloths. These items are essential for cleaning, cooking, and protecting surfaces from spills. Cotton is the most frequently used material for kitchen linen because of its durability, absorbency, and heat resistance.

Curtains and Drapes

Curtains and drapes not only provide privacy and light control but also enhance the decor of any room. They come in a wide variety of fabrics, including silk, linen, cotton, polyester, and velvet. Sheer curtains allow light to filter through while maintaining some level of privacy, whereas heavier drapes are more suitable for blocking light and sound.

Key Considerations When Choosing Home Linen

When selecting home linen, it’s important to balance comfort, functionality, and aesthetics. Here are a few fundamental variables to consider:

Material: Different fabrics offer varying levels of softness, durability, and breathability. For example, cotton is ideal for most bedding and towels, while polyester blends are often used in table linens due to their stain-resistant properties.

Thread Count and GSM: Thread count is important when choosing bed sheets. A higher thread count often indicates softer sheets, though anything above 400 may not provide a noticeable difference. For towels, GSM measures thickness—higher GSM towels are thicker and more absorbent, while lower GSM towels dry faster and are lighter.

Design and Color: Home linen plays a major role in defining the style of your home. Neutral tones like white, beige, or grey create a timeless, minimalist look, while bold colours and patterns can inject vibrancy into your space. Ensure that your choices complement your room’s overall decor.

Maintenance: Some fabrics require more care than others. For example, silk bedding or delicate lace tablecloths may need to be dry cleaned, while cotton items are often machine washable. Consider the level of care you're willing to commit to before making your purchase.

Tips for Maintaining Home Linen

Regular Washing: Bedding should be washed every 1-2 weeks, while towels should be laundered after 3-4 uses to maintain freshness. Always follow the care label instructions.

Proper Storage: Store linens in a cool, dry place. Ensure they are folded neatly and, if possible, place them in linen bags to protect them from dust and insects. Lavender sachets or cedar blocks can prevent moths from damaging stored items.

Avoid Overloading the Washing Machine: Overloading your washer can cause fabric damage and prevent proper cleaning. Give linens enough space to be fully submerged and agitated during the wash cycle.

Drying: Air drying is recommended for fabrics like linen and cotton as it helps retain their quality. Using a dryer, use a low heat setting to prevent shrinking and maintain fabric softness.

Ironing and Steaming: Some linens, such as tablecloths and napkins, benefit from ironing to keep them crisp and wrinkle-free. However, many modern fabrics are designed to be wrinkle-resistant and may not require ironing at all.

Conclusion

Home linen is an essential aspect of interior design and daily living, blending functionality with aesthetics to create a comfortable and visually appealing environment. Whether you're choosing soft bedding for restful nights, plush towels for the bathroom, or elegant table linens for special gatherings, selecting the right materials and taking proper care of your home linen ensures both longevity and enjoyment. By investing in high-quality textiles and maintaining them well, you’ll be able to enhance the beauty and comfort of your home for years to come.

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Designing a Bathroom for Seniors: A Perfect Blend of Safety and Style

As people age, their living spaces need to evolve to meet new requirements, particularly when it comes to safety. One of the most important areas to address is the bathroom, a space that can pose challenges for seniors due to slippery surfaces, hard edges, and the need for balance. However, at WeDezine, we believe that functionality and safety should never mean compromising on elegance and aesthetics. Here’s a fresh take on designing a bathroom for seniors that combines safety features with a contemporary, stylish design.

1. Safe, Slip-Resistant Flooring

Slips and falls in the bathroom are common, especially for older adults. Prioritizing slip-resistant flooring is the first step in creating a safe bathroom. Opt for flooring materials that provide a strong grip, such as slip-resistant tiles, textured vinyl, or rubber flooring. These materials reduce the risk of falls and provide a stable surface to walk on.

Style Tip: To keep the space visually appealing, select flooring in soft, neutral shades like cool greys, warm taupes, or muted pastels. For a bit of personality, incorporate patterned tiles in shower areas or as accent pieces around the room.

2. Strategically Placed Grab Bars

Grab bars are essential for senior bathrooms, providing support and stability. Installing them near the shower, bathtub, and toilet can make it easier for seniors to move around confidently. But today’s grab bars go beyond plain, functional steel—there are sleek, stylish options available that seamlessly integrate into modern bathroom designs.

Design Integration: Choose grab bars with modern finishes, such as brushed brass or matte black, to complement your overall design theme. These bars can be subtly integrated into the bathroom layout, adding to its elegance while providing safety.

3. Elevated Toilets for Comfort

Standard toilets can be difficult for seniors to use, as sitting and standing from low heights can strain the knees and back. A comfort-height toilet, also known as a chair-height toilet, offers a more accessible option, making everyday use far easier.

Aesthetic Tip: Opt for streamlined, modern toilet designs that blend functionality with minimalism. You can match it with a high-quality, soft-close toilet seat in a color that ties into your overall bathroom scheme, such as soft beige or classic white.

4. Barrier-Free Walk-In Showers

Stepping over the edge of a tub or into a high-walled shower can be risky for seniors. A walk-in shower with a low or zero-threshold entry is a safer alternative. It allows for easy access without the need to lift legs high, significantly reducing the chance of tripping.

Design Note: Frameless glass doors can give a walk-in shower an open, airy feel. Pair this with a large, rain-style showerhead for a luxurious experience. Adding built-in seating inside the shower enhances both comfort and safety, blending seamlessly with the overall design.

5. Non-Slip Shower Mats and Seating

For added security, include non-slip mats in the shower area, and consider installing a built-in or foldable shower seat. These are particularly helpful for seniors who may need to sit while bathing.

Design Touch: To elevate the style, choose a shower seat made of teak wood or other water-resistant materials that complement your bathroom’s aesthetic. Shower mats in matching tones can add a cohesive look while enhancing safety.

6. Ergonomic Faucets and Handles

Traditional faucets may pose challenges for seniors who have arthritis or limited mobility in their hands. Lever-style faucets, which require minimal effort to operate, are a much more practical and comfortable choice.

Design Suggestion: Sleek, ergonomic faucets in finishes such as brushed nickel, brass, or matte black add a modern touch. Wall-mounted faucets or touchless options are not only easy to use but also create a chic, minimalist vibe.

7. Enhanced Bathroom Lighting

Adequate lighting is crucial in a senior-friendly bathroom. Ensure that every corner is well-lit, from the vanity area to the shower and toilet. For added safety, install nightlights or motion-sensor lights to help seniors navigate the space during the night.

Styling Idea: Incorporate a mix of ambient and task lighting. Consider adding elegant sconces beside mirrors for task lighting and using LED lighting in the shower area for a modern, energy-efficient solution. Warm, soft white lights can create a cozy and inviting environment.

8. Easy-Access Storage Solutions

For seniors, bending down to reach cabinets or stretching to access high shelves can be uncomfortable or unsafe. Installing low, easily accessible storage units will make daily bathroom routines smoother.

Design Insight: Opt for custom cabinetry that fits the bathroom’s dimensions while offering plenty of storage space. Use light-colored wood finishes or painted cabinets in white or pastel tones to maintain a fresh, open feel. Open shelving or pull-out drawers can add both convenience and style.

9. Water Temperature Regulation

Older adults are more susceptible to burns caused by hot water. Installing a thermostatic mixing valve or temperature-regulated faucets ensures that water stays at a safe, comfortable temperature, preventing accidental scalding.

Design Tip: Look for sleek, modern digital controls that allow you to preset the water temperature. This not only provides safety but also introduces a subtle, high-tech edge to the bathroom's design.

10. Wide Doorways and Spacious Layouts

For seniors who use mobility aids like walkers or wheelchairs, wide doorways and an uncluttered layout are essential. Ensure that the bathroom has enough clearance to move around easily and that doorways are at least 32 inches wide.

Space-Saving Tip: If space is limited, consider installing sliding barn doors or pocket doors instead of traditional swing doors. These types of doors offer a stylish look while maximizing the available floor space.

Conclusion

At WeDezine, we believe that creating a senior-friendly bathroom doesn’t mean sacrificing design aesthetics. By integrating safety features such as non-slip flooring, grab bars, and accessible showers with stylish design choices like sleek fixtures, modern lighting, and elegant storage, you can create a bathroom that’s not only functional but also a beautiful and relaxing retreat.

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Mold-Resistant Drywall 

Mold-Resistant Drywall Options for a Healthier Home

When it comes to protecting your home from mold, one of the most effective measures is choosing the right building materials. Mold-resistant drywall is an excellent option for areas prone to moisture, such as bathrooms, kitchens, basements, and laundry rooms. This type of drywall is designed to prevent the growth of mold, helping to maintain a healthier indoor environment and avoid costly remediation in the future.

How Mold-Resistant Drywall Works

Unlike traditional drywall, which uses a paper-facing that mold can thrive on, mold-resistant drywall is made with a fiberglass mat. This non-organic surface makes it difficult for mold spores to grow. Additionally, the core of mold-resistant drywall is infused with moisture-resistant additives to further block mold growth. These features make it an ideal choice for moisture-prone spaces.

Top Mold-Resistant Drywall Options

Green Board Green board is a popular option for moisture-prone areas. It has a water-resistant core and a thicker, more durable face than standard drywall. While not fully waterproof, it is effective in areas with occasional moisture, like kitchens or bathrooms.

Purple Drywall This option is specially designed for high-moisture areas. Purple drywall is resistant to both mold and mildew, and it also offers enhanced durability and water resistance, making it ideal for bathrooms, basements, and laundry rooms.

Cement Board Cement board is a great choice for areas that experience high levels of moisture, such as showers. It is water-resistant and highly durable, providing a long-lasting defense against mold.

Conclusion

Choosing the right mold-resistant drywall can help protect your home from the risks of mold, especially in moisture-prone areas. By using materials like green board, purple drywall, or cement board, you can create a safer, healthier environment and minimize the potential for mold growth.

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A Comprehensive Guide to Choosing the Perfect Rain Poncho: Fabric and Coating Recommendations

When heading outdoors for activities like mountaineering, travel, or even a simple hike, a high-quality rain poncho is an essential piece of gear. The right poncho will not only keep you dry but also ensure comfort and durability under various weather conditions. With so many options available, choosing the ideal rain poncho can feel overwhelming, especially when it comes to selecting the right fabric and coating. In this article, we'll break down the key features of common materials and coatings, and explain how to choose the best combination for your specific needs. Let's take a closer look at the product types, such as Polyester Taffeta + PU Coating, Polyester Taffeta + Silver Coating, Oxford Cloth + PVC Coating, and Polyester + PU Coating, to guide you in selecting the ideal rain poncho.

3-In-1 Multifunction Portable Raincoat Poncho Canopy Mat Pu Rain Poncho Polyester Taffeta Pvc Polyester For Mountaineering Travel OutdoorOverview Stay prepared for sudden rain with this durable, free-size rain poncho for adults. Crafted from high-quality waterproof material, this poncho is desig

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Rain Poncho

Before diving into fabric and coating combinations, let's outline the most important factors to consider when choosing a rain poncho: - Waterproofing: A poncho's primary function is to keep you dry. The fabric and coating work together to determine its water resistance. - Breathability: While staying dry is important, ensuring that moisture from sweat doesn't accumulate inside is crucial for comfort. - Durability: If you're using the poncho for outdoor activities, its resistance to wear, tear, and abrasions is key. - Portability and Weight: For mountaineering or travel, a lightweight and packable poncho is essential. - UV Protection and Thermal Insulation: Some ponchos offer extra protection from the sun’s UV rays or help retain warmth, which can be a bonus in certain environments. Now, let's explore the most popular fabric and coating combinations for rain ponchos. 1. Polyester Taffeta + PU Coating Polyester Taffeta is a tightly woven, lightweight synthetic fabric that’s known for being smooth and somewhat shiny. When paired with a PU (Polyurethane) Coating, this combination creates a durable, flexible, and water-resistant poncho perfect for outdoor use. Features: - Waterproofing: PU coatings provide excellent water resistance, effectively keeping out moderate to heavy rain. - Flexibility and Weight: PU-coated ponchos made with polyester taffeta are lightweight, making them easy to carry on the go. They fold up compactly, which is perfect for travel and outdoor activities. - Durability: Polyester taffeta is resistant to abrasions, and the PU coating further enhances the material’s longevity. - Suitable for: Hiking, camping, and everyday outdoor travel where you need a lightweight, packable, and waterproof option. Why Choose It: If you’re looking for a poncho that’s versatile, lightweight, and offers great waterproof protection without being bulky, a Polyester Taffeta + PU Coating rain poncho is a fantastic option. It strikes a balance between durability and portability, making it ideal for mountaineering or travel. 2. Polyester Taffeta + Silver Coating This combination features the same Polyester Taffeta base but is coated with a Silver Coating, which offers additional reflective properties, making the poncho suitable for both rain protection and heat management. Features: - Waterproofing: Like the PU coating, the silver coating is also water-resistant, ensuring you stay dry during rain showers. - UV Protection: The silver coating reflects UV rays, making it perfect for sunny climates. This helps keep you cool by deflecting heat and protecting your skin from sun damage. - Lightweight and Compact: Much like the PU-coated variant, these ponchos are lightweight and easy to fold, making them great for travelers who want dual protection from both rain and sun. - Suitable for: Hot, sunny environments where you need protection from both rain and excessive UV exposure, such as desert hikes or sunny mountains. Why Choose It: If you need a rain poncho that not only protects you from rain but also shields you from the sun's harmful UV rays, Polyester Taffeta + Silver Coating is the way to go. It’s an excellent choice for outdoor adventures in sunny regions where you need both cooling and waterproofing. 3. Oxford Cloth + PVC Coating Oxford Cloth is a heavy-duty, durable fabric that’s often used in outdoor gear. When combined with a PVC (Polyvinyl Chloride) Coating, the result is a highly waterproof, tough, and sturdy poncho that can withstand harsh conditions. Features: - Waterproofing: PVC coatings are among the best for heavy-duty waterproofing. This combination provides maximum protection against rain, even in the heaviest downpours. - Durability: Oxford cloth is thicker and more resistant to wear and tear than polyester fabrics. The PVC coating enhances its toughness, making it highly resistant to scratches, punctures, and abrasion. - Weight: The trade-off for durability is that this combination tends to be heavier than taffeta or polyester-based ponchos. However, it’s perfect for situations where you need long-term durability over portability. - Suitable for: Heavy rain, tough outdoor conditions, or when durability is key, such as mountaineering, hunting, or long-term outdoor use. Why Choose It: For those who prioritize maximum waterproofing and durability over lightweight portability, Oxford Cloth + PVC Coating is an excellent choice. It’s especially suited for rugged outdoor environments where you need a poncho that can take a beating and still keep you dry. 4. Polyester + PU Coating Polyester is a synthetic fabric known for its strength and durability. When paired with a PU Coating, it offers a balance between flexibility, water resistance, and comfort. Features: - Waterproofing: The PU coating ensures solid water resistance, keeping you dry in moderate rain conditions. - Lightweight: Polyester is naturally light, and when combined with PU, the poncho remains portable and easy to pack for outdoor adventures. - Breathability: While not as breathable as some specialized fabrics, this combination offers better ventilation than heavier fabrics like Oxford cloth, making it more comfortable for extended wear. - Suitable for: General outdoor activities such as casual hiking, commuting, or light travel. Why Choose It: If you're looking for a lightweight, affordable rain poncho for general use, Polyester + PU Coating provides excellent value. It’s perfect for situations where you need a durable but not overly heavy poncho for everyday outdoor activities.

Conclusion: How to Choose the Best Fabric and Coating Combination for You

Choosing the right rain poncho comes down to understanding your needs and matching them with the correct fabric and coating combination: - For lightweight and compact travel: Go for Polyester Taffeta + PU Coating. It offers great waterproofing without adding bulk, making it ideal for hikers and travelers. - For UV protection and rain resistance in sunny climates: Polyester Taffeta + Silver Coating is the best option, providing dual protection from both the sun and rain. - For rugged, heavy-duty use: Oxford Cloth + PVC Coating is the most durable, providing maximum waterproofing and resilience for harsh environments. - For general outdoor use: Polyester + PU Coating gives you a versatile, lightweight poncho that balances cost, weight, and functionality. By understanding the strengths and trade-offs of each material and coating combination, you can confidently choose a rain poncho that fits your lifestyle and outdoor needs. Whether you're mountaineering, hiking, or simply preparing for rainy weather on your next trip, there’s a perfect poncho out there waiting for you! Read the full article

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