#ignore the heating pad

[mrdrhenwardhykle]

Since when could mans afford to get a nice black button down in the 1400’s????

[shrimp-and-company]

I got some new friends! Butter bean the peanut butter king snake, and Mustard the yellow rat snake

[abby-howard]

She is SLEEMPING

[maudiemoods]

Life's so unfair (I want to be in bed with a heating pad but I'm not)

[composeregg]

"Fandom-defined appearances and ideas can deviate so much from canon. So many people give Jonathan Sims a cane when he is never said to have mobility issues and in fact does activities that imply he's quite mobile"

I mean, idk about everyone but if I were being chased by a thing that stole my friend's identity and wanted to kill me I could still move pretty damn fast without my cane, I'd just pay for it later.

Also I think having worms dug out of his legs might have some impact on the function of those legs! Just a little!

Jon is also very much the type to ignore all pain he is in and do a ton of things without the cane he should be using, and I see that often. Canes can be preventative, and an aid on the worse days. I think it goes well with his characterization to need a cane but not use it unless he's already pushed himself too far by ignoring his health

[gods-favorite-autistic]

[rxttenfish]

btw i feel like i should make it clear. miranda gets a cane + wheelchair in the future, at least in as far as i write her. being on land for extended periods of time is not something that her joints and back and hips were made for, and ESPECIALLY not bipedal walking as much as she does, so she’s already dealing with some pretty severe chronic pain. the only reason she doesn’t yet is because the merkingdom and the vanderbilt family line is. ah. very resistant to the idea.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fem!Fushimi gets her first period while living with Yata (she was a late bloomer). Fushimi's never been super interested in her own body, so it takes her by surprise, even more so when she doesn't know how to take care of herself during that time. Yata's reaction and subsequent help?

Fem!Fushimi would probably be a late bloomer, she’s so skinny and unhealthy I can definitely see her getting her period way late. I imagine she’d be pretty chill about it though, like some people would wake up in a pool of blood and freak out but Fushimi just stares all ‘….’ and then pulls out her PDA and does a couple quick searches. She realizes what’s happened and clicks her tongue like what a pain. She decides to wake Yata, imagine her prodding him trying to act calm but it’s actually becoming slightly more urgent as Yata keeps snoring. Yata opens his eyes and sees Fushimi standing in front of him with blood all over her shorts and he immediately screams, like wait what happened are you dying did you get attacked, like he has no idea. Fushimi clicks her tongue and calls Yata a virgin, this is just my period you idiot. Yata’s like ‘your…what’ and Fushimi gives this heavy sigh as she tries to swallow her own embarrassment, telling Yata he needs to go buy her pads. Yata’s brain is still rebooting and Fushimi clicks her tongue again as she says she can’t go to the store like this, Yata realizes he’s being trusted with something and is quickly like yeah yeah got it I can do that.

Yata’s probably even more off kilter than Fushimi here, like while they were in middle school he’d gotten so used to thinking of Fushimi as ‘just one of the guys’ that this reminder that she isn’t a guy knocks him off balance. He has no idea what to buy and just picks up a bunch of different stuff, when he brings it back he asks Fushimi if she needs any help and she rolls her eyes like there’s not much you can do is there. Yata knows she’s right but imagine he’s worried anyway, like Fushimi goes into the bathroom and she’s there for a long time, and it suddenly occurs to Yata that for all Fushimi’s posturing she probably doesn’t know much about her own body either, Kisa surely never taught her anything. Yata’s been all determined to be self sufficient and take care of things himself but imagine he decides to call his mom anyway, because he doesn’t know who else he can talk to.

Yata’s mom is all ready to come over and help and Yata has to quickly tell her that it’s fine, he doesn’t really want her to see their messy place and anyway he’s the ‘man’ here right, he should be able to handle this. Imagine Yata’s mom giving him a whole list of things to do while Yata hurriedly takes notes, like okay he needs to go buy a heating pad and get some aspirin and maybe some chocolate and more blankets and here’s how to get the blood out of the sheets. While Fushimi finishes in the bathroom Yata starts the laundry and decides to make Fushimi something tasty so she’ll feel better. Eventually Fushimi slinks out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of pants and just looking irritated and cranky, Yata immediately has her climb under the kotatsu and tells her to take a break, he’ll take care of everything. I can kinda imagine Fushimi after this being a little dramatic when she gets her periods, like she probably does have bad ones (because it’s Fushimi and that’s how her luck is) but also she knows that Misaki will fuss over her if she acts like she’s in pain and she secretly likes that, having Yata make all her favorite foods and getting her heat packs and being super conscious of her health for a few days.

[whatudottu]

Have a human Shockwave! I wanted to try figuring out how Empurata would work (the burning + partial melting of the face), but I also didn't want to disrespect facial differences in doing so-

[madigoround]

As someone having some very painful cramps and doesn’t want to have to get up to look for where my heating pad is, I think the best part of having a werewolf boyfriend would be getting to be like hey can you just lay down right here on top of me for a while and act as my heating pad lmao

[rossithepixie]

Woke up an hour before the cats needed breakfast, made maple banana muffins, did my stretching routine while they baked, fed the cats and fish, then ate a freshly baked muffin for breakfast before collapsing back in bed.

I considered going to the actual gym but i don’t really like going on weekends and I’m fatigued along with having painful cramps. So uh just stretches for now before i go back to sleep since i am going to start my day at 5am which is even earlier than my lil stardew farmer.

[devil-in-hiding]

it’s 5 am and i can’t stop thinking of Ghost falling into a habit of slipping into farmer!reader’s bed whenever he hears you whimpering from the cold from down the hall, disentangling himself from Price’s arm, padding down the hall with a yawn.

He tiptoes around snoring dogs, shushing Dixon when he raises his head. “Just me, go back to sleep you beast.”

“G-Ghost?” You whimper, peering up at him and the sight always melts his heart. “Scoot over sweet girl.” He murmurs, sliding up next to you and wrapping you up in his arms. It’s routine, feeling you melt into his touch, your breath warm against his neck. Your arms snake up, fingers brushing the stubble along his jaw and he hums, pressing his nose to your hair. “Need to shave don’t I?” he muses, ignoring the heat your fingers leave behind.

“I like it…” you whisper, lips brushing his neck and he struggles not to shudder. “Oh yeah?” he mutters, pulling back to look down at you. You gaze back him, eyes half-lidded and so sweet as you look at him.

“Mhm… handsome…” you breathe, slipping one of your hands around his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the base of his neck. he sucks in a breath, looking over your features, slipping his knee between your legs.

“Little bird…” he warns, but his control is slipping as he feels you grind against his thigh. “You don’t-“

“Touch me. Please.” You breathe before leaning up, ghosting your lips over his jaw and he groans, rolling and pinning you beneath his large frame.

“Gonna be the fuckin death of me, Price is gonna have my head.” He mutters, slipping his hands up your nightgown as he captures your lips in a kiss

[lovelyghst]

“why’re you bein’ so snappy today, sweetheart?”

genuine concern laces simon’s voice as the mattress dips beneath you with his added weight, but it’s still not enough to knock you from your bratty state. sat at the head of your bed with your knees bent together in front of you, arms crossed over your chest, a pouty look on your face that hasn’t changed since you woke up that morning.

his hand slips up your calf and his other follows suit on your other leg not long after, and you’re still ignoring him. maneuvering themselves to the backs of your knees, making you huff out a frustrated sigh.

“still not gonna talk to me?” he frowns, calloused fingers abandoning your knee socks and making their way up your bare thighs. his skin is cold, freezing against yours, and your breathing hitches when the rough pads creep upward past the end of your skirt.

you shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes and unrelenting with your behavior, and he’s forced to keep prodding; continue pushing forward, see how long you can keep up the facade until you’ll be whining and writhing and rightly fixed under him.

his digits graze your upper thighs, trickling inward to where you’ve always been the most sensitive, and he tugs at the lacy material of your panties — twice, before pulling them tight against you.

a small whine unexpectedly falls from your lips.

and, oh, he’s got you.

“my poor baby…” he coos. the second his hands emerge from beneath your skirt, your eyes snap open, surprised he’d tease you in such a mean way. his large palms move back to encase your knees; gradually guiding them to part, gentle as you go so pliant for him.

“just a troublesome, little thing, aren’t ya?”

your grumpy pout turns to a sad, desperate one, and he hums in sympathy. he knows you don’t mean to be like this.

he reaches forward again, this time his knuckles finally making contact with the soaked center of your panties, and you gasp aloud. his touch is still light though it’s enough to make you deprived.

“y’need me to help ya rub one out, hm? is that it?”

and finally- finally, you give in to simon. nodding your head, eyes all watery when a tear falls to your puffy cheek, and murmuring soft pleas that entirely contradict the you from a mere minute ago.

he grins proudly; no matter how difficult you may be at times, he’ll always break through it. pull his sweetheart from whatever depths of ill-behavior she fell into, reset that little brain for the better.

“it’s alright, dovie, i’ve got ya. just let me take care of you.”

his hand dips between your skin and the fabric of your panties, careful as he inches closer to your heat, and you give him full reign.

because that’s what he’s there for; to take care of you, of course.

[apuzzledprince]

i do not wish to nap but my heat-pad is making me sleepy

i will just use my brace for now

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 7: Firsts

Kyle bought you lunch before your set time. To make sure you ate, he said. He still asked about five times if you felt like you ate enough or needed water even after sitting across from you while you downed a to-go container of pad se ew and your fourth ounce bottle.

You just laugh and point to a piece on your knee. “Babes I got this with nothing but a trenta iced coffee and two hours of sleep in my system. I’m fine, I promise.”

John made a baffled noise at that. Kyle looked like he was going to throw up. That look remained as he went through the process of setting up in John’s studio room. Kyle is meticulous about it. Each step done with care. You feel a bit silly sitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

“Just breathe. It’s fine.” John murmurs in a low rumble that somehow has you relaxing more than the indented party.

“It’s almost more scary doing someone I know.” Kyle huffs.

You laugh. “Can’t be worse than the blown out piece of shit on my left arm. C’mon, I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve got this.”

John nods, sitting on the other side of you.

“Besides, even if it sucks I’ll still be honored to be your first real apprentice tattoo.” You pipe up.

Kyle chuckles, low and unsure. Part of you wants to give him an out, to say he doesn’t have to, but you can see the set of his jaw even as his eyes flick between his supplies and the stencil in his hand nervously. He’s determined as much as he is scared. There’s no getting him out of that headspace until he’s done.

You chose something easy. One of Kyle’s more dainty, simple flash designs for the back of your thigh, just below the curve of your ass. A little bow with minimal shading. Something he’s practiced a thousand times and an easy enough starting point. Plus, you already mentioned having him do a matching one on the other side when he’s ready for it. Easy practice.

“C’mon, at least get the stencil on before you have a panic attack.” You try to keep your voice light, turning your back to him.

Kyle sighs. You hear his stool roll forward as he scoots in close to place it. John shuffles around to stand over him. A nasty part of your brain complains about exposing your cellulite to these two fit men but you push that deep down into nothing. A second, more embarrassing part wonders if you should have chose a more appropriate spot… that maybe you shouldn’t be standing in front of your boss and coworker in teeny-tiny biker shorts that barely cover you. You shove that down right next to the other mean thoughts.

You pointedly ignore the heat that shoots up your spine as Kyle’s hands feel out the shape of your thigh to get it centered - keeping your eyes forward as he slowly presses the paper against you. You could swear a thumb traces the curve of your cheek as he smoothes it but that’s probably just wishful thinking.

“Good job, kid.” John claps a hand on Kyle’s shoulder as soon as the paper is pulled away. You turn around in the mirror to check it, expecting to probably have to move it, but from what you can tell it really is perfect.

“Damn, dude, on your first try!” You grin, clapping happily.

Kyle nods stiffly, but you see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up. You unceremoniously clamber onto the table, moving around so your back doesn’t hurt from laying flat for the next few hours with your arms folded under your head.

“Hey.” You whisper while John steps away to grab something. “Get through this without freaking out and I’ll give you a reward.”

“A reward?” He tilts his head, smile turning from an nervous curl of his lip to a boyish grin.

You jokingly bat your lashes. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Kyle chuckles. “With tongue?”

You gawk, face hot. “Mr. Garrick! Where’d my knight in shining armor go?”

“Just tryin’ t’ figure out exactly what I’m workin’ toward.”

You hum, pretending to mull it over. “We’ll see. Depends on how well you do.”

Kyle levels a look at you, something heated as his lip catches between his teeth. It’s only there for a moment, gone as soon as he turns to his tools. Replaced by a laser focus.

“Alright.” John settles back into his seat on your other side. “Let’s do one line and then see how we all feel.”

Kyle nods. You shuffle a little to make you’re you’re as comfortable as possible for the next however long. You know it’s going to be a while even if it isn’t a simple design. He’s new and precise with means slow.

The familiar whirr of the gun starts up. You shut your eyes, waiting, hoping that you aren’t projecting any more tension into the room than Kyle is. The needle stings when it finally touches you, but not as badly as you braced for. His touch is light.

He pulls the gun away and let’s put a giant sigh. “How y’feel, luv?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m all good. You?” You tilt your chin a bit to meet his eye.

“Better now that it’s started.”

“Good.” John nods, chest bumping your leg as he leans forward to look. “Looks good. Keep on.”

The room is nearly silent as he works. You turned down the music before coming back so he wouldn’t get overwhelmed - at least that was your reasoning. You’d get overwhelmed. Kyle is more levelheaded than you are, though.

“Thassit.” John smiles - or at least that’s how it sounds in his voice. “Her skin takes ink so well, yeah?”

Fuck, that totally should not do it for you. Gravelly voiced British bastard. You keep your eyes locked onto the flash on the far wall as you attempt to cool down.

Kyle just hums, seemingly unable to talk as he concentrates. He probably is with how dialed in he looks. You take a break before he gets to shading, stretching and getting some water. It takes a while, but not as long as you assumed. You start to get that ache in your skin partway through the shading - that feeling when your nerves are so tired from firing off pain receptors they just all sort of start burning dully.

However long later Kyle pulls away. “I… think it’s done?”

“You think?” John challenges.

Kyle sighs before speaking with more finality. “It’s done.”

There’s a few beats where John assess and you hold your breath. He points to a couple spots where Kyle’s hand slipped a bit or he applied too much pressure, but when you check it out in the mirror yourself you don’t see that all. Perfectionists.

You can’t help but squeal and jump, clapping happily and barely standing still while Kyle puts the saniderm on. You’re just to happy! Not only did Kyle get his first tattoo done but now you have brand new (free) cute ink to show off. Kyle looks tired, though, so you try not over overwhelm him while he cleans up. Concentrating like that with anxiety must have really taken it out of him.

You sort of forget about your promise of a reward for the next week. Too busy focusing on taking care of your new tattoo. The only downside to the placement is sitting in your office chair itches - especially once you take the saniderm off. You’ve mostly taken to standing while working and wearing shorts and skirts to let it breathe. It’s worth it, though. You’ll have to ask Kyle how soon he wants to do the other one. Without being pushy, of course.

You quietly hum to yourself as you get the cash drawers ready to lock away in the backroom safe. Triple checking the bags and making sure tips are divided correctly, etc.

“Hey, lovie.” Kyle saddles up behind you suddenly, hands on your hips.

You jump. “Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He chuckles. A hand slips down your hip, palm tracing the hem of your tennis skirt to lightly rest over the little bow. “How’s she healin’?”

“It’s, uh, it-“ You stutter, eyes wide and skin hot. If it were Johnny, you’d laugh and swat him away - maybe let his hand wander to your ass first - but Kyle doesn’t do this. Not that you don’t like it - the problem lies in that you’re liking it too much. If the patter of your heart is anything to go by. “It’s good. Not itching yet or anything.”

Kyle hums. “Good.”

“Th-that all?”

“Think you forgot somethin’.” He turns you around, hands firmly planted on the softness of your waist. When you just give him a bewildered look he continues. “I was promised a reward, I think.”

“O-oh?” Your face burns, eyes wide. Is he serious? Part of you wants to say no - to push him away. You’re coworkers, after all. Until your eyes meet his, so big and warm and his lips forming a perfect pout. “John….?”

Kyle chuckles ans crosses his chest. “John won’t care. Cross my heart.”

He gives you a moment to mull it over. You don’t think he’s making fun of or bating you - Kyle wouldn’t do that. There’s no way he’s interested either. That’s one delusion you can firmly plant in the ’purely imaginary’ category.

Whatever. What do you have to lose from a little back room make out?

Your lips meets his. Fuck, they’re soft. He steals your breath - greedy and gentile. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, much less kissed well. One of the hands on your waist moves to your low back as Kyle leans into you. Your hands grapple onto his shoulders to steady you. He takes advantage of your gasp at being tilted back to swipe is tongue between your lips.

You mould together, breaths heavy and tongues dancing. A needy, pathetic little part of you wishes the hand that drifted from your waist to your hip would hook under your thigh. That Kyle would tilt you all the way back onto the desk and throw your leg over his shoulder, eagerly pushing up your skirt-

An ‘I love you’ dances on the tip of your tongue and you reel back harshly, hand flat on his chest to separate you.

“Alright?” He murmurs, eyes half lidded and dark.

You swallow roughly and nod, breathing hard. “I, uh, I need to finish the safe.”

Something passes across his face briefly as your eyes flick between his. Whatever it was, it’s replaced by his usual easy smile as he returns to standing at his full height, the hands on your waist steady you before disappearing. Your stomach drops as they go.

“See you tomorrow.” Kyle murmurs, pressing one last little peck on your cheek before striding away, leaving you alone in the back room with a hot face and whirlwind thoughts.

Fuck.

A/N: brought to you by the time a tattoo artist told me my skin takes ink well in the most haunting bedroom voice I’ve ever heard😵‍💫 killed me right then and there

[katsu2ji]

simple, untouchable happiness — k. bakugou

a/n: i feel like he'd be really warm to sleep on. like a personal heating pad.

you woke up without any alarm, for the first time in a long time. you and katsuki have both been so busy lately that neither of you have had much time to sleep in, or even relax, really. finally, your schedules panned out perfectly, and here you two were on a lazy sunday morning. together.

he felt you shift on top of him, your head moving from its spot on his chest to look up at the one holding you. katsuki grumbled a little as he stirred.

"don't move. don't wanna get up yet." he pulled you impossibly closer to him, his arms around your torso tightening.

his words and actions made you giggle a little as you put your head back down. you always loved how affectionate he was in the morning; he was gorgeous, with his face smoothed out in sleep and his hair a little messy. you loved katsuki at all times of the day and night, but you especially loved this version of him. he was too pretty to ignore.

you closed your eyes as you started tracing little shapes on his chest with your nails. you never spoke much in the morning , and that seemed to be just fine for the blond in this moment. your actions had you slowly starting to drift off until you felt katsuki shift once again, this time moving from his back to his side, taking you down to face him.

he wrapped you up in his body, spooning you as he kissed the top of your head before muttering into your hair, "that tickles, idiot."

you smiled as you took a big breath in. your face was buried in his chest now, and you smelled his usual natural scent—sweet, like caramel. it was your favorite scent to take in, the one that made you feel the most at peace.

you drifted off like that once again, both of you falling back into easy breaths. nothing could touch either of you here, wrapped up in each other. you both silently agreed to stay like that for a few hours more, vowing to not let this rare moment slip away. it was what you deserved, what you've both needed after working so hard the past few weeks. it was happiness. simple, untouchable happiness.

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