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[firewasabeast]

The Gift of Going Gray

When Tommy looks in the mirror, the man who looks back isn't the same one that used to be there.

Well, technically it is, but it's doesn't feel like it.

The man Tommy sees now is grayer than he used to be. He used to think about dying his hair when he was young, but he never did it. Now, his body is doing it for him.

He's excited to see what he looks like when every strand is silver. He hopes his beard matches.

He's got wrinkles and laughter lines. Marks and ripples and crevices every time he moves his face, which some may look at with hate. He sees it as a happy life well-lived. He hopes he gets more.

The hairs on his chest match his head, but they're far more sporadic. As he rubs lotion over his pecs, skin a little less willing to stay moisturized, he wonders if those hairs will look invisible against him once they've all lost all their pigmentation.

He pumps out a little more lotion and moisturizes his arms. Still big, still muscular, still strong, but they get sore easier now. Need a little extra recovery time between workouts. Can't survive without monthly massages anymore.

His stomach is different. What was once defined abs is now a soft belly, more nourished than it ever was before. He's not trying for abs anymore. Doesn't really feel a need for it. He's healthy, he knows that, and that's what matters.

His hands have little wrinkles. Barely noticeable unless you really look, but he takes the time to really look. They're rough and calloused from years of manual labor, but the newest addition is the most exciting. Barely there ridges that you can run your fingertips over. Veins that are easier to see than they used to be. Skin that's thinner easier to cut.

There's a tan line on his ring finger. Which in and of itself isn't a sign of aging, but it sure as hell feels like it.

He'd never felt more grown, more centered, more sure, than the day he said, “I do.”

That tan line is a part of him now. Will be there, right under his engraved, gold ring, even when he's laid to rest.

If he doesn't stretch first thing in the morning, his back is likely to lock up on him sometime during the day. His knees require Icy Hot mid-shift.

He got his first pair of reading glasses last year. He couldn't believe the difference. Now there are five different pairs of glasses lying around the house, another pair in the truck, and one kept in his locker at work just so he always has them.

Once he's finished with his lotion, he opens the medicine cabinet and grabs a colorful bottle. His doctor recommended he start taking a multi-vitamin. A special one for older men. He's not actually sure it does anything, but he knows it doesn't hurt anything, so he chews the gummy everyday. The strawberry ones are his favorite.

He remembers when he was young, he used to joke his grandma about how she was always cold. She's laugh along, but she told him that one day he'd get it. One day he'd get cold faster too.

He keeps a space heater in the bathroom now when he showers. Pajamas went from sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt to sweatpants and long sleeves. He keeps socks on almost all the time. The ones he wears at home have little rubber grips on the bottom so he doesn't slip up on the tile floor. They're a literal life saver.

While his grandma got jokes over being cold, his grandpa got jokes about having to get up to use the bathroom during the night. When they'd take Tommy on trips over the summer, his grandpa was always saying that he needed the bed closest to the bathroom. Now, Tommy takes the side of the bed closest to the bathroom. Sometimes, he stops drinking water after seven just so he can reduce midnight trips to the bathroom.

Some people think it's ridiculous, how much he enjoys growing old. But he's seen the alternative too many times. At work, sure, but also in life. So many people he knew and loved whose life was cut short before they ever learned what getting older meant.

Growing old was a gift. And Tommy was grateful for it.

[russo-woso]

Recovery || Leah Williamson

Warning smut 18+, fingering

Summary You help Leah get through her recovery in the best way possible

Based on this request here.

When Leah went down during the match against Manchester United, you knew exactly what had happened.

Being a physiotherapist for Arsenal, it wasn’t you who ran over to her, instead, you had to wait on the sidelines to do further research as to what she’d done.

However, with your experiences with Beth, Viv, Laura and Teyah, you knew that your wife had done her ACL.

Watching her smack the floor in pain and anger, killed you.

The thought of her not being able to play in the World Cup shattered you.

Since the euros, Leah worked hard non stop to prepare herself for the World Cup and the fact she couldn’t play made tears spill from your eyes.

But the hardest thing for you, was knowing the agonising nine months Leah would have to go through.

It killed Leah too, but you made the torturing time less torturous for her.

You were there when she needed a shoulder to cry on, you were there when she needed something and she couldn’t get it herself, but the thing Leah loved most, was you were there to give her the best massages.

Leah loved it when you gave her a massage, your hands on her body, gently caressing her skin.

Normally at night time, when Leah was relaxed, you’d massage her knee, but sometimes it didn’t always stay a knee massage.

When Leah came to you one night and said she wanted a full body massage, you knew what she wanted.

“Come on then, baby. We’ll start with your knee.” You tell Leah, guiding her to lay on the bed as you grab the soothing lotion.

Rubbing some on your hand, you spread it across Leah’s knee, careful not to hurt her.

You managed to undo the knots of tension in Leah’s knee, before moving further up her leg to her thigh.

“That feels good.” Leah mumbled as you kept rubbing her thigh, moving onto the other one before telling her to roll over.

You rubbed Leah's shoulders, light noises escaping Leah's mouth as you hit certain spots.

Your hands got lower and lower until you were massaging her lower back.

The sounds coming out of Leah’s mouth convinced you that she wanted something other than a massage and you were prepared to give her exactly what she wanted.

“You want my hands here, baby?” You teased, massaging her ass.

“Yes, please.” Leah almost moaned, a sigh escaping with it.

You continued the movements with your hands, hoping to release tension from Leah’s body.

“How you feeling, baby?” You asked. “Anywhere else you want me to massage?”

“You know where else.” Leah sighed, her eyes looking lost.

“Here?” You teased, your fingers finding her soaking folds.

“Please.” Leah begged, her eyes shutting as you continued to run your fingers through her pussy.

“Relax, baby.” You whispered in her ear, Leah muscles relaxing as she laid her head against the bed.

You entered one finger, Leah letting out a low moan, before pulling it out.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” You asked, Leah frantically nodding in response.

“Please keep going.”

“Don’t worry. I will, baby.” You reassured her

Entering her again with one finger, you thrusted in and out, stretching her out before adding another.

Whimpers and moans left Leah’s mouth which just urged you to quicken your pace.

“Fuck, please don’t stop.” Leah said, her words coming out as breathy moans.

“I won’t. I promise.” You told her, using one hand to rub her sides.

Sounds of moans and your palm hitting Leah’s skin filled the room.

“I’m close, I’m so close baby.” Leah whined, her eyes screwing shut.

“Touch yourself, Le.” You said to her and she quickly started circling her clit.

“Fuck. Right there, baby. Right there.” Leah cried, your fingers hitting a new part that made Leah melt. “I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming.”

“Good girl.” You praised, gently thrusting your finger in and out of her to guide her through her orgasm.

When Leah’s fingers stopped circling her clit, you pulled out of her, not wanting to overstimulate her.

“Feel better?” You questioned and Leah slowly nodded her head against the mattress.

“Loads.”

“I like these massages between us. When it’s just us.” You told her and she let out a small hum of agreement. “Think we should do it more often, huh?”

“Definitely.”

[fictioninmyblood]

Best Birthday Gift

Summary: Terry finally makes his way home just in time for his love’s birthday. Despite starting the day like any other, Y/N gets to end it with the best birthday gift ever.

A/N: I watched Rebel Ridge and it’s my birthday.

A/N: My work is NOT to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than this) without my explicit consent and recognition.

Warning: 18+ themes, fluff and angst(y)

Like most years Y/N had spent without Terry, Y/N looked forward to her birthday the same she did any day. She didn’t. It was always for others that she mustered up the energy to celebrate, but with Terry on active duty for the last few years and a swiftly dwindled social pool she hadn’t really had to lately. Now with Mike dead and Terry fighting through who knows what kind of white hell over in Silver Springs she hadn’t found the will to do more than pack and worry. She just kept praying that she would get another call from him soon.

Y/N had been hanging onto life by her bloody fingernails for years. When Terry crashed into her life, she had almost no craving to live. By the time he’d begun training troops, being stationed away from her for longer and longer periods, there wasn’t much she looked forward to each day. Despite finding some joy in becoming a teacher, Y/N still couldn’t help but see the world as it is. For all the serotonin those sweet babies brought her, knowing them brought just as much anxiety and despair. Terry had promised that when he was discharged he would put her on Dr. Richmond’s personal recovery plan. She would get to cook and bake and homemake as much as she wanted while he and Mike towed boats and he would come home to her every night to rub and kiss on her until all she could feel was their love. A traditional dynamic wasn’t popular these days, but with a man like Terry to ease her fears it was exactly what she was looking for.

The last 10 months of careful planning to finally build towards the growing old promises they’d made each other went out the window with one moment. Y/N had been upset to get that call from Mike in jail, the man doing exactly what she’d predicted and warned Terry about plenty of times. No matter how much they loved him, a pattern was a pattern and his kept putting their own plans on hold. He was always getting into trouble and Terry was always bending over backwards to get him out of it but this time had made her livid. She dug into him about it too, threatening that if he tried this shit in Florida he’d have to worry about her being his parole officer. Terry had worked too hard to make it out of the military with his body, mind, and heart intact, she’d be damned if Mike was the reason any part of him broke.

Too bad she couldn’t cuss him out now for doing just that. She loved Mike like family too, looking out for him in her own way while Terry was gone, but she didn’t know how to grieve. For some reason she still felt like all she had to do was wait a few weeks to pop him upside his head. The only thing Terry told her that had fully processed was the fact that he was in danger now. How could someone think about celebrating their birthday when the love of their life could potentially be strung up in the middle of some hick town to never be heard from again? How could she be happy to have her heart beating when a man she called family, no matter how much he made her mad, was dead? She could wait for him to call for a ride off of the prison lot all she wanted, it wasn’t coming ever again.

So she finished packing, ordered some takeout, took a gloriously long hot shower, lotioned, and cuddled up on her blowup bed in one of Terry’s old hoodies. Not many of his clothes still held his scent as strong as before so she only used the ones that did for emergencies or special occasions. Today counted as both.

Not wanting to think about what she spaced out on, Y/N started watching one of Terry’s favorite franchises. She was about 30 minutes into the first movie when her ring doorbell rang on her phone. Not bothering to look at the video feed, she opened the app and spoke into the phone.

“You can just leave it on the porch, thank you.”

“No can do ma’am, there’s some extra here you have to sign for.”

At the sound of his voice, Y/N finally looked at her video feed to see her baby on her porch looking dirty and exhausted but alive. She squealed, quickly kicking off her covers and ran to open the front door. Terry barely sat his backpack on the floor just inside the front door when Y/N launched herself into his arms, her own instantly locking around his neck. She felt the vibration of his soft laughter as he closed her door with his foot and walked to the island to put the food down.

As soon as the food was out of his hands, Terry grasped the underside of her ass where they met her thighs, helping her wrap them around his waist.

“Hi princess,” he said into her hair.

“You made it,” she mumbled back, still caught up in the feel of his arms around her waist and the smell of his irreplaceable scent drenching her senses.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Terry finally pulled back, pecked the tip of her nose, and looked at his lady. He kissed her sweetly until she started to lose her breath and pulled back to look at her when he was done. He kissed her forehead and took in not only her appearance but also the room. Spotting her makeshift cocoon he sat her on the island and rushed over to his backpack, bringing it with him. Y/N let her legs swing as she watched her man pull a pint of her favorite ice cream out his bag to put directly in the freezer along with a card and mini balloon.

She hadn’t meant to but she went from smiling to full out sobs in seconds as she watched Terry walk towards her with his small offering. It scared the crap out of Terry to see his princess fighting so hard to regulate her emotions and losing.

“Please don’t cry princess, it’s not even that much.”

“But-,” she couldn’t get any of her words out, too overwhelmed with this moment. Terry always seemed to have the magic touch of getting her to live in the now again, even if it meant sobbing uncontrollably. He was her safe place to just be in every form.

Terry cupped her face and wiped at her tears as he continued, “I didn’t even get you a proper gift.”

That made her throw her head back and laugh. “You lyin’ to me Terrance.” She sniffled away the last of her tears and grasped his face back. Y/N pecked his lips until he held her a little tighter and kissed her deeper. She put her hands on his back and rubbed up and down as the moment became extremely heated.

Y/N pulled her face away to really examine Terry, keeping her hands on his back, continuing their rubdown.

“You survived the military, whatever colonizer’s hell is going on in Silver Springs, made your way back to me on that bike for most likely most of the way, and still found time, energy, and resources to get my favorite ice cream and a card for my birthday.”

“Don’t forget your mini balloon.”

“That’s right, a mini balloon too! And the most important part of my gift Terrance Richmond,” she pecked his luscious lips a few more times, “you.”

Terrance was rubbing her lower back and the top of her ass when she grasped his face, her eyes darting between his swirling Hazel blues. She almost lost him, he almost didn’t make it, and it hadn’t been from his time in the military. Faced with what it felt like to finally breathe again, to have her heart beating with every breath he took, Y/N was finally looking forward to finishing the day.

Her voice cracked a little bit, but she held it together. “I almost lost you before I could have you again. This is the best birthday ever. You could have crawled in here needing an organ donor and it still would’ve been. You hear me?”

Terry smiled, only she could end up celebrating him on her birthday. “I hear you. How you wanna spend the rest of the day?”

“Go shower and only put clean undies on please. Your suitcases of clothes are still upstairs.”

Terry smiled wide, with every word Y/N was emoting more and more. God he missed this woman.

“Then?” He asked with a raise of his brow.

“We’re gonna eat and cuddle naked, well I’ll be all the way naked, but either way skin.”

Terry laughed out loud at that one. The life was definitely returning to her eyes, bringing the woman he left back to him. No matter how much pain and grief he suffered these last few weeks, he’d do it all again to end up here, with or without Mike. Mike was family but Y/N was his world, his inspiration, his safe place, and his home. Seeing how depleted her spirit was when he arrived, it nearly killed him to think of what she’d have turned into had he not made it.

“We can make that happen.”

With a few extra kisses to hold him over, Terry made his way to the bathroom and did as told. While he got cleaned Y/N read her card and set it up on the counter before she made their plates. By the time Terry made his way back into the living room, she had a tray set up to make things easier for them to sit down together.

He made her sit on the bed before him so that he could be the one to bring the tray over. After they ate, he cleaned up the food while Y/N changed to the next movie in the series before she removed the hoodie and wiggled on her feet, waiting impatiently. When Terry finally did lay down in the bed, Y/N instantly curled into his side, her head laying on his heart and one of her legs coming up to rest on his pelvis. The opening credits had just finished when Terry looked down at his lady and thanked god that he got to spend another birthday with her. It’d been a few years since he got spend her birthday with her and even longer since he treated her properly. She never cared, so long as he was there to share the day.

Y/N had been drifting but jolted out of her sleep and sat up rubbing at her eyes.

“What is it baby? You need something?”

She shook her head no just like a sleepy toddler and mumbled out, “Thank you for the best birthday gift big daddy.” As quickly as she sat up, she was back down, cuddled in his arms and quickly slipping into her dreams.

This was all she had wanted. To be held and comforted to sleep. It wasn’t much, but Terry had given her that. With the troubles of their lives waiting for the morning, Terry settled in, letting his pride swell with the knowledge that she considered him her best birthday gift.

[m1d-45]

snapshot

summary: short, soft moments with your lover, featuring tighnari and neuvillette (separately) in that order.

word count: ~1k composite

-> warnings: big mention of bugs in tighnari's ! none shown but theyre discussed, as are bug bites. none for neuvi.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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bug bites were common among forest rangers. a special bug repellent was included in every pack, a black bottle with plain instructions. tighnari put effort into making it easy to apply and easier to understand, constantly finding new ways to promote its usage. if gone untreated, even small beestings can become serious. add onto it the fact that he was the one that inevitably had to treat them, and he had every motivation to ensure it was used. he made sure that spares were easily accessible, included demonstrations in training, and emphasized the importance of proper application before every patrol.

so why in teyvat did you keep getting bit?

every time, without fail, you returned from patrol scratching your wrist or ankle or wherever you inevitably got bit. and every time, he had to be the one to drag you to the medical hut. at least if you acknowledged the severity of the situation and brought your injuries to him on your own, that’d be understandable. he understood that the feeling of lotion wan’t bearable for everyone—he was in the process of transforming it into a mist to make it even easier—and he’d be happy to find ways to keep you inside if that was the case. there was no shortage of small chores to be done, and with collei now in full recovery, you could easily take her place.

but no. of course not. that would be too easy. his partner happened to be the most stubborn ranger on the squad, with the worst affinity for bugs he’d ever seen.

“how does this always happen to you?”

you shrug, pulling his mint plant off the shelf and beginning to tear off a few leaves. part of him is proud you at least know the proper treatment, though it’s quickly overshadowed by the angry swelling on your hand. he takes the leaves and nudges you toward the chair, searching his drawers for the rest of the poultice.

“how long ago did you get bit?”

“maybe half an hour.”

“half an-” he twisted open the tin with too much force, sighing. “and you didn’t come back immediately why?”

he can hear the smile in your voice. “it wasn’t that serious.”

“…what color was it?”

“yellow.”

“really?”

“and striped. probably a wasp.”

he didn’t know how you had the energy to be sassy, tearing the leaves into shreds and mixing it into the tin. your eyes were red with tears and you hissed when he spread the medicine over your wrist, clearly in pain. the area around your bite was hot to the touch, and he could feel his ears pull back in worry.

“why do you insist on going on patrol?” why do you insist on getting hurt?

“it’s not a big deal.” i don’t care about my pain.

“it is.” i do.

he wiped off his hands and grabbed a roll of bandages, wrapping your hand. your fingers flinched whenever he pulled it too tight. how could you insist on putting yourself at risk like this?

he taped down the end, holding your hand in his. “if it gets too itchy, come back to me, okay?” will you let me care for you?

“of course i will.” i’ll try.

he brought your hand to his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

maybe this time, you’d mean it.

rain was common in fontaine. gutters lined every road and fountains sprayed wherever there was enough room to put one. carved bricks channeled water out of the plazas, every inch of the city designed with rainfall in mind. steep roofs fell over wide awnings, thick greeting rugs in front of every building. when it rained, it poured, though no puddles lay in the streets. sharp lights cut through the dense fog hanging over ivory walls, lighting up the city even when the clouds blocked out the sun.

but the world did not come to a standstill merely because the weather asked it to. boots were sold covered in waterproof wax, many-layered skirts designed to flick off water in a single twirl. fashion was as beautiful as it was untouchable, the very idea of something being vulnerable to waterlog appalling and confusing. who would create such a thing? who would wear it without an umbrella? and, entirely separate from that: who would ever consider leaving the house without an umbrella?

umbrellas were as vital to fashion as they were to the ever-changing weather. they came in every color and shape, made to match every conceivable outfit one could wear. and if, by some miracle, you couldn’t find one that did, there were a plethora of boutiques offering custom embroidery. the steambird was eager to comment on the shifting designs across officials’ umbrellas, trends flowing in and out of their fashion column like the tide. everyone who worked in the court that had stepped outside on a rainy day—which was about as common as the sun rising—had their appearance meticulously documented; unless they refused being in the paper, of course, in which case other less-reputable sources picked up the story instead.

all were reported on, making the front page if not the headline. all, but one.

the iudex did not carry an umbrella. he also declined to entertain any questions as to why, merely stating that simple fact and moving on with his day. his hair clung to his face, even his suit darker with water. he walked down the less crowded roads so he wouldn’t bump into anybody, seeming entirely unbothered by the rain. sometimes he’d turn a palm toward the sky, as if checking that it was still there, and then continue on his way.

you always hated this habit of his. no matter how many times he insisted that he wouldn’t get sick, it was always worrying to open your door and find your lover soaked from head to toe. no water slips from him to your floors, not even from the soles of his boots, the click of his heels and your worried tone the only sound in the house. it was already late as it was, and there was no point to fuss about details at this hour.

“what happened?”

he shed his coat, suspended droplets hovering in the air around him. “the marechaussee phantom were called to mount automnequi; a melusine was badly injured by a rogue mek, and a fisherman had to pull her from the sea. i paid her a visit after work.”

that would explain things. he lets you wipe off his face, careful not to smudge the eyeliner that never seems to fade. already, the rain was beginning to let up, lightening from a downpour. rain in fontaine was as fickle as it was frequent…

“is she alright?”

“of course. the gardiennage provides excellent doctors.”

“then there’s no need to worry.” cupping his now-dry face in your hands, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “she’ll be back in her feet in no time.”

the slightest of smiles crossed his face, his hands keeping yours on him. outside, the skies were clearing, pale blue quickly streaming through the clouds.

perhaps umbrellas would fall out of fashion soon, if rains could cease before they truly had the chance to begin.

[moominsuki]

✎ᝰ. REMEMBER THOSE TIMES WHEN YOU WERE LAUGHING, AND NAKED ON MY COUCH ; — silly sex tropes with the boku no hero academia boys.

FEATURING: bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto + kirishima eijirou.

࿄ ! warnings — f!reader, all characters aged up 20+, suggestive, sex talk but silly all around, crack lowkey. / note. this was fun to write. pls take this as a bit of filler while i finish up my super mega bkg fic. loves ya!

✎𓂃BAKUGOU KATSUKI。°˖⌕

it was a rare occasion for bakugou to actually want to show up to a hero gala - when you usually caught wind of any formal event, your blond haired man would vehemently oppose going, opting to stay at home and order some food instead. you couldn’t place what spurned bakugou’s sudden interest in attending the annual convention but as you get into your car, all dressed up and ready to go, you understand why.

“come on, they’re not gonna care if we’re a few minutes late,” pleads bakugou when you arrive at your seats, pressing displaced kisses on your done up face and swat him away slightly.

you whine at him to behave, grabbing at the hand groping at your thighs, your breasts, anywhere he can put his big hands on and you always resort to placing his hands back into the culprit’s lap.

unfortunately for you, bakugou knows how easily turned to mush you are by sweet nothings and fondling because it only takes you 8 minutes for you to cave in, inconspicuously meeting your husband at the rendezvous point. it then takes another 5 for bakugou to have your chest pressed against the mirror, lifting up your gown to touch at your most intimate parts.

“tell me how badly you want it,” he grunts, pulling down his own slacks while you grind your ass and whimper at him.

“be a good girl and take it,” bakugou breathes out gruffly, desire running through his voice and he’s just about to dip inside you-

“i’ve been holding my damn piss in all day - what the fuck? bakugou?!” yells out kaminari and bakugou practically launches himself at the cubicle door to throw the yellow blond out while you’re scrambling to cover up your indecency.

with kaminari sporting a fresh bruise on his jaw as a shameful reminder, you and bakugou vow to never get down and dirty in public spaces. bakugou still adamantly swears to this day that the door was locked.

✎𓂃MIDORIYA IZUKU。°˖⌕

you roll your eyes when you hear another pitiful groan come out of izuku, who’s sprawled out on the couch with a bandaged leg propped up on multiple pillows. he has been out of action with a broken leg for a few weeks now due to an unprecedented villain attack at the agency. it’s rendered him useless, and quite frankly bored and horny out of his mind.

that being said, you outright refuse to have sex with izuku now that he has a broken leg but it hasn’t stopped him from pleading with his big green eyes, pink lips pouting as he guilt trips you from across the house.

“please, y/n, you can just sit on it. i won’t even move a bit. you look so pretty, baby,” izuku whines as you rub lotion into his hands and arms. and what kind of girlfriend would you be to deny him in his time of recovery.

it’s rushed the way that you’re both still half clothed; already grinding on his cock and you’re doing everything in your power to make sure you don’t rest even a little bit of weight on his leg. izuku has never been good at preventing the buck of hips when you clench down on him and today is no different.

he starts subconsciously rutting into you - as he does when his orgasm starts to creep up on him - and one tight clench of your walls forces his lower body to jolt and practically throw you on to his right leg… i.e. the leg that is currently out of action.

a howl of pain emits from your boyfriend and you frantically run to your phone to call the physiotherapist, butt jiggling on the way and izuku doesn’t know what hurts more: his leg or the blue balled dick.

the next time you have sex isn’t until the cast finally comes off and no matter how many puppy dog eyes the man lays on you, you stay resolute on the decision. you even so kindly send him some nudes so he finds solace in his left hand instead of you.

izuku vows to never get another injury again; though his incentives might be slightly skewed.

✎𓂃TODOROKI SHOTO。°˖⌕

it is never a smart idea to have sex in your partner’s childhood home. it’s one thing to fuck in their bedroom; but it’s a whole other bridge to cross when it’s in their parents’ bedroom.

that being said, todoroki hates needlessly having to go to his childhood home. however, fuyumi is out of town for work; being that none of his siblings except for him could house sit and that shoto has a soft spot for his older sister, he decided to just suck it up.

luckily for him, you offer to keep him company for the next few days at his childhood home and shoto would never pass up an offer for the chance to be alone with you - considering both your inflexible work schedules and the fact that you both have roommates, shoto knew this would be a once in an annual experience.

so it was inevitable, really, that shoto would come home from a long day of patrolling and to see you donned in sexy, red lingerie, strolling up to him with your manicured hands placed delicately on his chest. and, being the succubus that you are, you both decided to do the deed in the nicest bedroom in todoroki estate: his father’s bedroom.

with every flex of his hips, shoto has you and the bed nearly folded into one being - you're moaning, begging for him to go faster as you grapple pathetically onto his shoulders while he grunts, grabbing the headboard to speed up his movements.

“that's it, pretty girl, just like that,” shoto groans, lifting your thigh to place it on his shoulder and this new position means that you feel it so much more; but it also means that the legs of the bed start scraping on the hardwood floor... and has the headboard always been so creaky?

you get your answer when a snap! releases above your head and you're about to look up when the middle of the bed caves in with a pitiful oomphh. at this point, the duochrome haired man is still snug inside you and he quickly wraps a hand behind your head to cushion the fall. the silence is ridiculously loud until you both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“my dad is going to kill me,” shoto sighs into your neck and you comfort him with a few soft touches to the nape of his head.

naturally, the pair of you continue your romp in other places of the todoroki home and by the time fuyumi comes back, she's met with a raging enji todoroki holding a sketchy, sprawled out note of:

“sorry >:] - shoto.”

✎𓂃KIRISHIMA EIJIROU。°˖⌕

kirishima regards himself as someone with high restraint and while that does dwindle when he's around you, he's still able to control himself, despite the lust-filled glances and borderline sexual touches you throw at him.

today is not one of those times.

he’s already very pent up, extremely touch starved from this three week long mission away from you. yeah, they bagged the villain, as to he expected. but at what cost? he’s found company in two pillows and pictures of you in the meantime but they do little to quell his thirst for you.

it’s around 5am when you pick him up from the airport and even though you’re both tired as hell - kirishima being jet lagged and you not being used to waking up at these ungodly hours, - the way you touch him is not that of an exhausted woman. and given the days, weeks he’s had, who was he to deny you?

throwing his suitcases haphazardly in the trunk of his your car, nary a word is said as he throws you on to his lap in the backseat, touching and fondling every bit of you to relieve himself. the red head is rockhard in mere minutes (no pun intended) and the two of you don’t even bother to partake in foreplay, both pent up from the time apart.

kirishima grunts into your neck, the back of your thighs sat in his wide palms as he hammers into you, “missed this pussy so damn m-much, fuck.” it’s desperate and the windows start fogging as an effect of the rushed ministrations but you can’t find it in yourselves to care much.

kirishima lets go of one of your thighs to hoist it around his hips, opting to place a palm on the window and unknowingly leaving a incriminating handprint.

it was just his luck that the paparazzi caught wind of the heroes that would be leaving this airport, camping outside of the building all morning. it was just their luck that they recognised red riot’s car sat idol in the parking lot. with their cameras set to burst multiple frames a second, they make a beeline to the car… and upon further inspection, they notice the car shaking slightly, as if there were somebody inside.

it’s a shame that all the paps didn’t exactly get the memo of what was going on, with a bright faced obvious newbie giddily taking a photo, flash and sound click on at full blast.

the shaking stops and muffled shuffling ensues. the group of shutterbugs are mortified to see a ragged kirishima exit the car, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

the paps didn’t really lose much out of this equation, though: who even needs those photos when a hefty check was on offer instead?

࿄ ! — all rights reserved © moominsuki. please do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend my work outside of tumblr. this is strictly prohibited.

[artydonsgf]

tashi duncan, my poor villainized girl i love you so😭😭😭 everyone wants to write patrick n art WHERE ARE THE TASHI STANS… so i present to you, tashi duncan as your gf, wife, and a small nsfw bit because im in love with her

Tashi Duncan as your Wife

- when you meet tashi, you’re smitten immediately

- shes charismatic, she’s beautiful, she has kind eyes, and an ambitious personality

- talking to her makes you feel on top of the world

- you start out as friends, and while you have feelings for her, you don’t want to be the asshole who befriended her just to fuck

- you’re content listening to her rants about her games, the latest sponsorship deal that has her face slapped on it, and any other tidbits she has to share

- you two are chilling at her dorm one day, cuddled up in bed like always

- you want her and it’s obvious but out of respect, you stay in the same position as always and don’t dare mess up your friendship with your feelings

- she turns to you with a serious look on her face and you worry, this is when she’ll tell you that she’s sick of your obvious feelings

- instead, she looks strangely vulnerable

- she asks you if you’re only here because of her status

- you’re confused and she immediately tells you that nearly all of the people she hangs out with are only there because she’s good at tennis

- before you could even tell her how wrong she is, she backtracks and says nevermind

- you reassure her that tennis could disappear tomorrow and you’d still be at her side forever

- you’re not a tennis player and you couldn’t really care less about the sport, you’re only there for tashi

- when the injury happens, you stay true to your word

- the first few months of recovery are hard but you two are glued at the hip

- you play with her sometimes and you know it makes her feel better because she beats you every time

- makes her feel like she’s not a loser just because she can’t play professionally anymore

- you start dating soon after, it only felt right

- an amazing girlfriend

- very direct and if she has a problem with the way things are going or your behavior, she’ll set it straight immediately

- she’s not trying to lose you so she’ll ground her teeth through uncomfortable conversations if it means you’re stronger together at the end of it

- enjoys romantic gestures, both receiving it and giving it

- staunch believer of the tashi duncan words of affirmation agenda

- absolute queen with her words, she makes you feel like the most loved person on planet earth

- she proposes to you the very night you planned to propose to her

- you exchange rings and immediately plan a small wedding

- having an intimate wedding is the best thing in the world for her

- spending the day surrounded by the people who truly love her and not what she can do for them

- values privacy and despite how famous she still is, she’ll never put you in the public eye unless you’re 100% down

- excited to announce that she got married to you, she’s so very cute

NSFW

- praise QUEEN

- you do anything n she’s praising you for it

- likes to be dominant but if you really work for it, she’ll let you take over

- your arguments are very rare but on days where you’re both being really petty, yall just fuck it out

- you’re too exhausted at the end of it to even remember why you were arguing

- founder of munch nation

- she just likes making you feel good

- complete tease when she’s feeling particularly dominant

- makes you work for it and if you work enough, you’ll be rewarded real good

- aftercare with her consists of a very good shower where she washes your hair, puts good smelling lotion on you, and cuddles you to oblivion

- after you guys change the sheets ofc, she’s not sleeping in that mess

- isn’t really into quickies, she prefers taking her time with you

[bloomzone]

can u make me a rlly good skin care routine? except I don't have any toner...

🧾- hi pooks how are uuu I hope u finne

How to build a skincare routine ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ꪆ୧ㅤ🧁ㅤ۫ ♡

Morning Routine: for All Skin Types

1. Cleanse: Start with a gentle cleanser that clears away overnight buildup without stripping your skin.

Oily skin? Use a gel-based cleanser.

Dry or sensitive skin? Opt for a hydrating cleanser.

1. CeraVe Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: Dry, normal, sensitive

2. CeraVe Foaming Cleanser

Skin Type: Oily, combination, acne-prone

3. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Hydrating Cleanser

Skin Type: All skin types, sensitive

2. Rice Water Boost: Here’s the secret that works for everyone. No toner ? After cleansing, apply rice water using a cotton pad or gently pat it onto your skin. It brightens, soothes, and balances your skin naturally. (Make rice water by soaking rice in water for 20 minutes, then straining and refrigerating it.)

3. Moisturize: Hydration is key! Choose a lightweight moisturizer for oily skin and a richer one for dry skin. Combination or sensitive skin? Stick to non-comedogenic and fragrance-free formulas.

For Dry Skin

1. Eucerin Advanced Repair Cream

Deeply hydrating with ceramides and urea.

2. Weleda Skin Food Original Ultra-Rich Cream

Nourishes very dry skin with botanical extracts.

For Oily Skin

1. Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel

Lightweight, oil-free, and hydrates without clogging pores.

2. La Roche-Posay Effaclar Mat Moisturizer

Controls shine and minimizes pores.

For Combination Skin

1. Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing Gel

Balances oil and hydration levels.

2. First Aid Beauty Ultra Repair Cream

Lightweight but hydrating for dry patches.

For Sensitive Skin

1. Avene Skin Recovery Cream

Calms irritation and strengthens the skin barrier.

2. Cetaphil Daily Hydrating Lotion

Gentle and non-irritating with hyaluronic acid.

For Acne-Prone Skin

1. La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

Non-comedogenic and soothes irritated skin.

2. Vanicream Moisturizing Lotion

Free from common irritants and ideal for breakout-prone skin.

4. Sunscreen: Finish your routine with SPF 30 or higher, even if you’re staying indoors. Sunscreen protects your skin from UV damage and prevents premature aging—an absolute must for everyone!

Night Routine: Restore & Repair

1. Double Cleanse: If you wear sunscreen or makeup, start with micellar water or an oil-based cleanser, followed by your regular face wash.

2. Rice Water (Again!): Use rice water as a natural toner to calm your skin and prep it for the night. It’s a multitasking hero that helps reduce redness, minimize pores, and add a glow.

3. Targeted Treatments:

Acne-prone? Apply a salicylic acid or benzoyl peroxide spot treatment.

Dull skin? Try a niacinamide serum for even tone and radiance.

Dry skin? Opt for a hyaluronic acid serum to lock in moisture.

4. Moisturize: Seal everything in with your favorite moisturizer. At night, you can go for a slightly heavier one to aid your skin’s repair process.

Weekly Extras for Radiance

Exfoliate: Once or twice a week, use a gentle chemical exfoliant (like AHAs or BHAs) to remove dead skin cells. DIY trick: Mix honey and sugar for a natural exfoliating scrub.

Face Masks: Hydrate with aloe vera . You can also use sheet masks chilled in the fridge for a refreshing treat.

Steam and Detox: Once a week, steam your face for a few minutes to open up pores and deep-clean. Follow with a clay mask if you have oily skin or a soothing mask if your skin is sensitive.

Secret Skincare Habits for All Skin Types

2. Cold Spoon Hack: Struggling with puffy eyes? Chill a spoon and press it gently under your eyes for an instant de-puffing effect.

3. Jade Roller Magic: A jade roller or gua sha tool works for all skin types. Massage your face daily to improve circulation and reduce puffiness.

4. Silk Pillowcase: Sleep on silk pillowcases—they’re gentle on your skin, reduce friction, and keep your hair and face smooth.

5. Hydration Inside Out: Drink plenty of water and eat skin-friendly foods like avocados, nuts, and fruits. Your skin reflects what you put into your body!

and there is a LOT of skincare tips I will try to make other blogs Abt it soon. !!

@bloomzone 🧁

[ladylooch]

So as we’ve seen Nico has been working out so much (delicious man) and I was thinking about a smut where reader wants to take care of Nico and give him a massage to help him relax but Nico quickly turns it into something more

Recovery with Nico Hischier

A/N: I finally did it.... I finally finished my 300 follower request. GOOD LORD! Sorry this took so long. Lessons have been learned 😘 Cheers to Nico smut to start the weekend!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content

You’re laying flat on your back on the couch when Nico comes home from summer training. You look away from your book to his slow moving frame. He is stretching his neck from side to side as he tosses his bag by the door. He slowly kicks his shoes off, then removes his socks, tossing them towards the hall that leads to your bedroom. You frown. This is not normal demeanor for your boyfriend in the off-season. He usually skips in here, excited about having some quality time with his Swiss buddies, including his brother.

“Hi baby.” You call out to him.

“Hi sweets.” He responds.

“Long day?”

“Yeah. I think coach’s goal was to break my spirit today.” You chuckle.

“And to think, you pay him to do that to you.” 

“Something is wrong with me.”

“No, you’re perfect.” You insist to him. You replace your bookmark, then toss the book on the coffee table next to you. After a glass of water, Nico comes to the side of the couch then drapes himself on top of your body. His face finds the soft pillows of your breasts, settling against them. 

“You tired?” You murmur, trying to gage more of what ails him.

“No, I’m sore. My whole body hates me.”

“I can give you a massage?” You ask him, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head.

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” He presses his skin deeper into your cleavage.

“Okay, let me go get lotion for your hairy ass legs.” You tease him. He laughs, shrugging like that is a fair statement because it is. 

When you return from the bathroom, Nico is laying on his back on the floor with his eyes closed. He’s lost his shirt and is holding one leg in the air, feet flat with toes pointing towards the ceiling, then moving down towards his head.

“Is there an area that is worse?” You ask. He pops one eye open at you, then closes it again.

“Honestly, my quads.” You nod, getting down on your knees. You squirt a bunch of the lotion in your hand then warm it up between your palms. Nico winces as you run your hand in a cupped position over his quad. He grunts out in pain at the digging of your fingers into his sore muscle. Knots can be felt the entire length of his thigh. No wonder he’s so uncomfortable. You work quietly for a few minutes, only Nico’s whinging and grunting filling the living room. 

“Oof, you’re so tight.” You tell him, getting up onto your knees for a better position to work your upper body into the motion.

You get to a particularly bad spot, pressing in deep, using your body weight to work through the knot. Nico reaches out for the back of your thigh, running his finger tips along it as he grimaces his eyes closed. While you’re hurting him, he’s making zings of pleasure race down your body. You feel your nipples tighten against your t-shirt into aching points. You glance over to his face again. His grimace softens and he moans gently.

“Nico.” You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Hm?” He asks innocently. His gaze travels down to your chest, slow smile coming out when he sees the stiff peaks. He brings a hand up, cupping one. You lean down lower to work into his other quad. He yelps quietly, then squeezes your breast. This time, you moan. You spend time there, but this one is less tight than the other one, so he handles the treatment well. His fingers keep exploring, running down your back to your ass, giving it a grip every time you “go over a tight area”.

“Can you work on my chest?” He asks, releasing your ass to open his arms for you to straddle him.

“This seems not real.”

“It’s real. So many push ups and presses.” He pouts his lip out. You oblige, settling into his lap and feeling the thickness of his erection press into your heat. His chest is fine, but you play along anyway. You lean forward, keeping your weight off where he wants you. You stretch your fingers along his pectoral muscles, feeling for any tightness. You work from the center out to the sides. Nico lets you stay hovering and teasing  until his hand comes to your ass, pressing you back down onto him. 

“Need help with this next.” He murmurs, licking his lips. His other hand comes to your hip so he can rock you into him. His thumb presses into your hip bone, pushing down until you grind him just right. He bites his bottom lip, watching the softening of your face as he rubs your mound on him. He pays extra attention to your clit, exhaling heavily when you let out a whimper for more. His grip on you tightens, then he rolls, surprising you by getting you onto your back.

“How you gonna fuck me with sore quads?” You ask as you pull your shirt over your head. 

“I’ll find a way to power though.” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you. “That’s how much I love you.” You smile against his mouth then nibble on his bottom lip.

“Luckiest girl in the world.” You murmur. Nico’s hands come to your shorts. He wiggles them down your legs, then discards them off to the side.

His mouth presses along your throat, then down between the mountains of your breasts. Goosebumps break out along the trail of wet marks he leaves on your body. You bring your hands up to the side of his head, following with him as he kisses your lower belly. His nose presses in there, eyes closing as he works lower and lower. Your mouth opens in anticipation as he hovers over your clit. His eyes meet yours. He pops a smirky grin then watches you observe him connect his tongue to you. You sigh in pleasure, resisting the urge to arch into his face so soon.

But then his lips enclose the bud completely. He sucks. And any modesty or resolve is obliterated. Your back curls up off the floor and Nico snickers against you. Your fingers thread through his long, brown hair, gripping and tugging to shut him up. He focuses harder. He loves when you come first. He craves it like breath. Needing to feel you buck under his grasp, the way you softly moan his name right when you’re about to come. 

“Nico.” You whisper breathlessly. Your eyebrows pull together. Your next breath catches. He stays with you through the build, tasting your orgasm the moment it hits you. Your body feels like it’s floating as the pleasure washes over your body like a warm hug. Your fingers releases his hair and he back off your folds. He presses praising kisses along your body, working his way back up. 

“Wanna taste?” He asks, hovering over your face. You moan, gripping his neck to pull his face to you.

“Damn, you’re so good at that.” 

“Cause I know you so well.” He responds, kissing your lips tenderly, awakening your body again.

You both work his shorts down his body. When they are off, he goes in for another kiss. Again, your smile breaks you apart. This is life with him- constantly blissed out and smiling cause he takes such good care of you. Nico chuckles then reaches between your bodies to get himself situated.

“I’m so happy.” You whisper as he slides in. You bite your bottom lip, savoring that first connection. The way he fills you and how still, after all these times you’ve had him, he checks in with you to make sure it’s okay. You nod when his brown eyes meet yours. Sweet sincerity fills his beautiful orbs. 

“Me too. Nothing feels as good as this.” He murmurs, nose stroking against yours.

He grabs your left leg, wrapping it around his back as he begins to move. Fire ignites in your heart and spreads like wild through your whole body. You cup the back of his head, keeping your faces close as he finds a rhythm that’s going to work for both of you. Little grunts and heavy sighs fill the void between your lips until you need to feel his on yours. You bring his face down, savoring the taste of him with your tongue. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Nico breaks the kiss, moaning as you tighten around him further at his words. You’re soaked, slickness creating a delicious friction with his thrusts. Nico brings his hand up to your hair, tangling in the strands. His head tilts away from yours as his tempo rises. You wrap your other leg around him, keeping him deep and steady. You float a hand to your folds, finding your clit and rubbing greedily. Nico groans at the feeling of you touching yourself in time with his thrusts. 

“Neeks.” You turn your face into his. You suck his ear lobe into your mouth. Nico’s hips jerk for a moment then refocus deeper. “Right there.” You beg. He sighs heavily, turning to shove his face into your hair. “You fuck me so good.” Nico grunts then spills into you. You grin then let the feeling of his pulsing inside of you take you over the edge too. Your core grips his sensitive shaft tightly. Nico groans loudly, squeezing his arms tightly around you. His arms shake as he tries to keep his body weight from crushing into you.

One of your legs drops from around his waist. He whines, then grabs it, replacing the weight against his butt.

“Not ready.” He mumbles. You chuckle, bringing a hand up to stroke along his shoulders. His muscles here have gotten bigger this off season. He’s putting on more muscle than ever with this new training plan and you’re more than happy to be the beneficiary. “Gonna need another massage now.” Nico says as he pulls away, looking down at your face. 

“Twist my arm.” You joke. You both smile at each other. His dimples shining at you as his gaze strokes down your naked body beneath him.

“Naked this time, yeah?” 

“Whatever you say, cap.” You salute him.

Nico laughs. 

Now this is his kind of recovery.

[garlicsunshine]

shower exhaustion

@kkgiweek day 4 hurt/comfort

gai begrudgingly accepts help during his post 4th war recovery (400 words also posted to ao3)

💚🩵🩵🩵💚

*THUD*

kk: gai?

.

.

.

kk: gai?

gai: im fine

kk: ...

kk *gets up and walks into the bathroom*

gai: i said im fine.

kk *pulls back the shower curtain*

gai *doesnt move from their spot on the tub floor*

gai: ...

kk *undresses, grabs the shower stool and climbs into the shower*

kk: we have this chair for a reason gai.

gai: i dont need it.

kk: ur barely a week out of the hospital. ur bodys exhausted. you shouldnt even be standing for more the 10 minutes at a time.

gai: ...

kk: can you sit for me, please? it will make it easier for me to shower you.

gai: i dont--

kk: i want to ...okay?

gai: ...okay...

gai *maneuvers themselves up and onto the chair*

kk: thank you. where did you leave off?

gai: hair and face are done, just body wash left.

kk *suds up a wash rag and proceeds to scrub down gais back, then front*

gai *holds out each arm in turn*

kk *kneels down to get gais legs and feet*

kk *grabs a new rag and soaps it*

kk: can you stand up and face away from me?

gai: i can wash my own ass, kakashi.

kk: im sure you can.

gai *begrudgingly stands*

kk *washes them gently*

kk: alright, rinse off.

gai *sits back down on the stool, dragging it farther under the spray*

kk *soaps their own hands with anitbacterial soap*

kk: all set?

gai: yeah...

kk *turns off the water*

gai *pulls back the curtain, places a towel on the toilet lid and sits down*

kk: lets get you lotioned.

gai: its fine. i dont need to do that today.

kk: you do it after every shower. you say it keeps you looking youthful.

gai: its fine.

kk: its really not a problem. besides, its like a ritual. its important to you. i want to do it.

gai *stares at the floor*

kk: come on, lets move to the bed. you can lay down and ill lather you up.

kk *extends their hand*

gai *takes it*

*later on the bed*

 

kk *lotioning gais amputated foot*

gai: thanks... kakashi...

kk: anytime.

...

kk: ur not an inconvenience. or a burden. i want to take care of you. i like taking care of you.

gai *roughly wipes tears away*: ...okay

kk: okay 💕

[im-notbean]

Dating Hawks Headcannons

Requested by: Me (I need request lol) Fandom: My Hero Academia

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

・Let's start put this simple, this bird man definitely steals your shirts.

・Even if your WAY shorter than him. He will steal them.

・And when you find them at his house he says you "let them here"

・Definitely a prankster

・So when you get soaked with cold water during your hot shower give the man a break

・Flirty as fuck.

・His favorite names for you are: Baby, Darling, Kid, and Babe.

・Even if your older than him he will call you kid.

・His wings are pretty sensitive to touch, especially when he's pent up.

・As a gift to you for your birthday, he gave you a necklace with one of his feathers on, which he can still feel you touch and vibrations from your heart.

・He never has seen you without it on after that.

・He definitely sleeps with out a shirt

・He says it's more comfortable for his wings

・He also likes you tracing his abbs or just shapes on them in general.

・Helps ground him after a longgg mission or just his job in general

・He's definitely an ass guy.

・His hands are really callused and dry, give the man some lotion for the love of god-

・Hawks can actually cook pretty well, despite what the media says.

・Can't cook for the life of you? He will.

・If you two end up with kids, weather adoption or the other thingy, he definitely takes their birthday's off.

・If their adopted he loves them like their his biological kids.

・Hawks doesn't actually swear that much, especially when he's frustrated.

・Throw in an occasional "Fuck" or "God Danm it" and that's about all the swearing he does.

・If you get hurt he's babying you all of your recovery period, even if it's like a small paper cut.

・Hawks...hates chicken, like he doesn't like it because he thinks of it as cannibalism.

・You saying is full name when your pissed scares the living shit out of hin...

・Especially if he just got home from a patrol.

・But overall he loves you, no matter how chaotic you are, just don't ignore him

・He gets very sad when you ignore him, especially if you leave him on read.

・10/10 Boyfriend. Would recommend!

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[callistoscollection]

Aftercare: A Guide to Post-Play Care

Aftercare refers to the nurturing and caring activities that take place after a BDSM scene or play session. It’s a crucial component of a healthy and fulfilling BDSM experience.

BDSM scenes often involve intense emotional and physical experiences, leading to a surge of hormones like adrenaline and endorphins. This can create a euphoric state, often referred to as "subspace" for submissives, or "domspace" for dominants. However, this high is temporary, and as the hormones subside, participants may experience feelings of fatigue, emotional letdown, guilt, or depression. This is called PCD or post-coital dysphoria which affects around 46% of women and 41% of men.

While aftercare is often associated with submissives, it's crucial to remember that dominants also need aftercare.

Purposes

- Emotional Regulation: It provides a safe space for partners to process their emotions, talk about their experiences, and express any feelings that may have arisen during the scene. This helps to prevent emotional crashes and ensure that both partners feel emotionally safe and supported.

- Physical Recovery: If the scene involved physical restraint, impact play, or other activities that might have caused physical discomfort, aftercare includes addressing any injuries, providing first aid, and ensuring the physical well-being of both partners.

- Re-Establishing Connection: Aftercare allows partners to reconnect emotionally and physically, reaffirming their bond and strengthening their trust in each other.

Types

Aftercare can take many forms, tailored to the specific needs of the partners and the nature of the scene. Some common types include:

- Physical Aftercare: This involves tending to any physical needs, such as removing restraints, applying ice or heat packs to reduce bruising, providing first aid for injuries, and offering food and water.

- Emotional Aftercare: This involves creating a safe space for partners to talk about their experience, share their feelings, and process any emotions that may have arisen during the scene.

- Sensory Aftercare: This involves using sensory stimulation to help partners relax and transition back to a more grounded state. This can include things like aromatherapy, soft music, comfortable lighting, and gentle touch.

Aspects

- Communication: Open and honest communication is essential. Both partners should feel comfortable expressing their needs and desires, both during and after the scene.

- Physical Comfort: Providing physical comfort, such as cuddling, a warm bath, or a massage, can help partners relax and feel safe.

- Emotional Support: Offering words of affirmation, reassurance, and validation can help partners process emotions and feel loved and respected.

- Rehydration and Nourishment: Providing water, snacks, or a light meal can help replenish the body and restore energy levels.

- Time to Decompress: Allowing time for both partners to decompress, either individually or together, can help them transition back to their regular state of mind and body.

Tools

A well-stocked aftercare kit can be helpful for addressing both physical and emotional needs. Some common items include:

- First aid supplies: Bandages, antiseptic wipes, ice packs, heat packs, pain relievers.

- Comfort items: Warm blankets, soft pillows, eye masks, earplugs, aromatherapy oils, soothing lotions.

- Food and drinks: Water, snacks, comfort foods.

- Entertainment: Music, books, movies, games.

- Personal items: Favorite scents, stuffed animals, comfort objects.

[donutwatches]

MHA 2.24 - Katsuki Bakugo: Origin -part 3

Let's see where we left off on this episode of My Hero, oh yeah, our protag is getting pretzeled after being thrown bodily into a bus by Japanese Superman.

All Mights hand is bigger than Bakugo's whole head, I'm crying. I would also like All Might to break me, but not the way Bakugo is talking about.

It is dawning on Big Buff how bananas this kid's drive is. I can't help but admire it a bit. But Bakugo, please don't twist yourself, we already have Deku laying on the ground looking like a twizzler.

He's gone feral. Never have the Pomeranian comparisons of Bakugo been more accurate than now. Hope he got his rabies shot.

Careful Deku, being this polite is going to make people think you're Canadian. Maybe THAT's the secret reveal about his Dad. New theory: Deku's Dad is Canadian.

He respects All Might so much, he has to keep his manners even when he hits him, what a sweetie.

Jeez, these two are as bad as each other, haha. All Might is all, "I am so proud of my son for hitting me with the power of a speeding train."

They did it! They won! Whoooooo, it's a miracle! The question is, will they take the teamwork from this exam and keep it up in the future?

I have figured out why All Might gets so much death flag foreshadowing. It's because Recovery Girl is going to kill him.

And as poor Deku is laying booty up in the nurse's office, faraway in a random rundown bar, a lotion-less villain is...gazing at a wallet sized picture of him. Is he keeping that in his back pocket? Purple Haze is managing to look judgy even though he doesn't have a face.

Finally, I get to meet some of the new villains that were teased before, and what an introduction it is. The guy with the Frankenstein face is here saying "Hey Uggo, can I join your club?" GOLD.

What a cutie! I am curious what has motivated a teen girl to become a villain. But I remember more villains being teased, and I want to meet all of them, gimmie!

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Sorry that you got a UTI, hope your recovery is swift <333

I got another idea for 141 boys based on how I spent my morning and I'm hoping it helps you a little.

The scenario: the reader and the 141 boys decide to tackle yardwork but there's not enough gloves for everyone, so reader makes do (unless they're like me and get knicked by every branch and thorn imaginable). As soon as the guys notice they immediately bunch reader, putting them in charge of supervising so they don't hurt themselves anymore

omg I could picture that.

We have these things in the south called chiggers (it's like a teeny tiny red tick/mite) I could imagine reader getting bite to hell and back by them.

Simon has to physically stop you from continuing to work, so he just hauls you over his shoulder and puts you inside the house. John is searching the house for a first aid kit to see if there is any calamine lotion. Kyle helps put it on your back and legs while John then heads to the store for some benadryl.

Johnny is still outside, oblivious as the sound of the lawn mower distracts him from all the earlier commotion. He's so in the zone that it's not until everyone comes back out that he had finished up the entire yard.