Intimate Bathing

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the intimate bathing meme;

Grooming is an important part of many species' rituals. It keeps them clean, healthy, and content. And a good bath? It can change the whole tone of a day from terrible to relaxed and blissful. But nudity is sometimes viewed as a weakness - and it is almost always sexualized - so bathing is often kept a private matter. If you do share these moments with someone, they're almost always a significant other or a sexual partner. Like you're doing now. Whether it be after a battle or after sex (or before sex, even), the two of you are going to get clean. Be sure to help each other out with that, won't you? After all, there are places on the back that just can't be reached... HOW TO PLAY: Comment with your character, your prefs, etc. If there are other grooming-related practices or kinks you'd like to include, like shaving, hair washing, mention them! Reply to others!

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elena fisher | uncharted | m/f

[tearsinajar]

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf - M/M

[runningwithwolves]

Alistair (Theirin) » Dragon Age » OTA

[ex_elfblooded446]

René d'Herblay (Aramis) | BBC Musketeers | M/F

[oh_holyknight]

Mary Crawley | Downton Abbey | M/F

[thequitecontrary]

Ferdi Müller | OC | m/m

[ferdi]

Shelby Manning | Need For Speed OC | F/M

[shelbycobra]

[Might actually be asleep in the bathtub.]

Scorpius Malfoy | Harry Potter | m/m

[unyieldingebony]

[A very luxurious bubble-bath in a huge clawfoot tub...]

andyr prince | original

[deconstruct]

Saya Masaki | Neon Sign Amber | m/m

[gyaruo]

Richter Lawrence Alcross | OC | M/F

[for_redemption]

Mirajane Struass | Fairy Tail | OTA

[mira_strauss]

[abide]

[ Most of the time, they spend the later hours in Steve's room. There's less risk of worrying about whether or not the beds are going to hold them or rock them both out onto the floor, and the confined space of the egg bed makes it feel much more intimate when he wants to get close to him. Still, sometimes, it's nice to stay in Andyr's in order to take advantage of the private shower—not so communal as the rest of them or too open. So, when he doesn't find him in the usual place, he wanders the decks and lets himself into Andyr's room as quietly as he can, glancing at the drawings tacked on the walls as the door slides shut behind him and fills the quiet space with the sound of the shower. It's a vivid reminder of the days when they'd first met, when things hadn't been as easy as they currently are.

Now, there's not much to the fact that he strips down and joins him in the shower.

They'd seen each other naked more than a few times before they'd started this... thing. Maybe a relationship, though Steve is somewhat hesitant to put a label to it when he hasn't exactly asked Andyr if he'd be okay with it. Still, there's something completely different about easing the glass back and stepping into the large, steaming space, tile warm and wet under bare feet. Steve lets his fingertips graze the back of Andyr's arm as he closes them in, and then, his hand grips his elbow, stepping forward to kiss the line of his shoulder. ]

I thought we were gonna meet up in my room first. [ Said quietly against heated skin, and he just stands there for a second or two, grateful for the proximity and letting the spray soak him through as he leans against him. ]

[deconstruct]

[ you know what's great? no hot water rationing, and forgive him, but andyr's taken to basking in the heat these days. in hapsburg, his showers were always quick, in and out, and a few days after getting onto the moira, the rationing kicked in. now, with all the water they could want, he's a glutton for it, and when he hears the door to his room creak open, andyr's standing in the heated spray and fogging steam, eyes closed and hair soaked to his skin. but there's only one person it could be, and his lips, a bright red under the wetness and warmth, pull into a small, contented smile, only mildly sheepish that time had gotten away from him.

this is just as good as meeting him on mero, anyway.

steve slips on behind him, and andyr's immediately letting his body fall back with a slow curl of his spine, feeling the solid muscle of steve's chest supporting him, with bare skin meeting all down the length of his backside, sending a shiver that has nothing to do with temperature through him. ]

Dodger needed food, and I was covered in vent dust. [ unfortunate consequences of his line of work, but he still likes he's job just fine. tilting back, andyr cradles the back of his head against steve's shoulder, and looks up at him, upside down - one of the aspects of being so much shorter than him that he's found he doesn't mind so much. ] You found me anyway.

John Egbert | That One Fucking Webcomic | OTA

[maplevalleytrickster]

[abide]

[ Even with as warm as he is, there's still a startling chill that comes with Andyr pressing his back (and those ports) against his chest, but Steve hardly flinches at the contact, instead melting into it and slipping an arm around his waist to drag him as close as they can possibly be given how intimate they are now. It doesn't give him much opportunity to help scrub at his skin or wash his hair. Yet, even then, he's happy to be right there with him, listening to him talk with his eyes half closed—partially because of the water and partially just to hear him. When Andyr's head falls to his shoulder, Steve tilts his to press a soft kiss to his temple. ]

I'll always find you. [ It's as simple as that. Their MIDs might be connected through the ship - and he's sure there's a function in there that allows them to track other crew members - but instinct tells him where he will find Andyr almost every time. There are very few places he chooses to be anyhow, and Steve has each of them memorized in order of what to search first. He nuzzles against him, squeezing his body gently. ] Sounds like you had a good day.

[ An opening for him to talk if he wants. If not, Steve's more than content to continue holding him like this, lips trailing down the side of his face to touch his jaw. His free hand strokes along his hip, over the bone to idly rub at his thigh. It's not as though he needs help getting clean since it seems he already took care of that before he got there, but there's always something about simply touching Andyr that happens to ground him. ]

steve rogers | mcu | ota

[abide]

matt murdock | mcu | m/m

[saintmagoo]

t'challa | mcu | m/m

[orphanking]

clark kent ( DCEU ) m/m

[houseofel]

[missromanova]

[Natasha hadn't thought it through. Everything seems to have fallen into place; she's in hiding, and thus, she's free. For the first time in her life she isn't tied down to an agency. She has no shadow man to answer to or take orders from, and perhaps that had gotten to her head. Perhaps she had gotten ahead of herself, because in the terrifying high that she was experiencing with her sudden lack of limitations, Natasha had forgotten the good that came with being a cog in a larger machine. Particularly, medical attention.

She's not an idiot. She's been doing this long enough to know how to dress a wound herself, and she knows how to stitch herself up with little more than a needle and a large bottle of cheap vodka. This isn't an open wound, though, this is a broken rib; several, if she's going off of what she can feel with her fingers. If there's one way to make her useless, a broken rib is it.

She's been avoiding asking for help, lying in her safe house practically unmoving for days in the hopes that the pain would pass enough where she could do something. It was a waste of time though, she knows that now, and she also knows that she took the medical attention - particularly the pain killers and anti-inflammatory meds - for granted when she had full access to them. She can't leave. Even if she was capable of walking to and from the stores - she isn't - she's not willing to take the chance of being spotted by the wrong set of eyes. She can't run. She can't escape. She's locking herself away in the small, mediocre apartment not for her enjoyment, but for her safety.

But she has to get food, having just finished the last of the dry cereal. She has to get help re-wrapping her chest, because she can't do it on her own now with the way it's swollen. And damn, she needs to bathe. She's tried a couple of times now, but she can't manage to lower herself into the tub with the confidence that she'd be able to get back out, and Natasha Romanoff would be damned if she was stranded, naked, in a tub. She needs help. And at a time like this, Natasha doesn't have any allies to turn to, not ones that she trusts with her own safety.

Except for one.

Steve didn't want to be found but that didn't mean he couldn't be, especially by her. It had taken her a while but she had located him days ago, before all of this happened, and it was more for her own peace of mind than anything else. When family got worried, they called. When Natasha got worried, she traced. It's just the nature of who she is. She managed to get him a message, pulling strings from ancient unclaimed favors, and even then she didn't know for sure if he would show up. She hadn't seen him since they both slipped away. She thought about it more than she'd ever admit, but she doesn't want to see him again like this. She's vulnerable, and she's not comfortable with anyone seeing that, no matter how much they mean to her.

When she hears the door open her hand moves to the gun she has beside her on the bed, hand wrapping around it with her finger resting carefully on the trigger. She knows that it's him, though, she can tell by his heavy foot, and she waits patiently for him to find her in the bedroom where she sits on the edge of her mattress, wearing loose shorts and no shirt. Her chest is wrapped properly to keep her ribs in place, and when she sees him she stares wordlessly, eyes searching his face. She's looking for something. Anger. Betrayal. Annoyance. Something.]

I didn't know who else to call.

Bucky Barnes | MCU | OTA

[formerweapon]

[lucyinlove]

(She usually had to check her entire room for any sign of Natsu, Happy, Gray and Erza before making her way inside her house. Once, she even found Cana in her tub! Still, Lucy couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh as she sank into the tub slowly.

The others were out on a job, and while normally she'd be all for the chance to earn something for her rent, this was a rare opportunity for her to relax before chaos rained down on her. Even Wendy was out, having taken a simple escorting job with Carla.)

I shouldn't get too relaxed...before I know it, something happens and I find myself caught up in whatever craziness Natsu has brought back!

(Still, despite her concerns, she felt like letting it all wash away.)

(OOC: Any certain prefs you'd like to see these two use?)

King Elias of Arendelle | Frozen (AU) | M/M

[snow_king]

[If he's bathing with your muse, gosh darn does that say leagues of how he feels about them. (But he won't really notice if the water gets cold, sorry.) Feel free to leave an OOC note or PM if you wanna plot things out first, especially regarding handwaved prior relationships (I welcome it. <3)

[Also yes: Jack Frosts are welcomed.]

hanzo | overwatch | m/m

[anklewank]