#and I was just about to set in on a deeper analysis of hair sensitivity

[lissomelace]

So, I was rereading your fic (as one does) bc I was feeling like horny with feelings and then I got off the public transport and almost walked into a very loud puffed up pigeon (very rude of me, I know, but I was at a good place in the fic so I didn't want to stop reading, okay?) and I looked up and saw the pigeon.

First thought: oh it's mating season for them!

Second thought: do elves puff up their hair when they want to get laid?

Third thought: ooops, maybe I should stop walking and reading when pigeons are out and about

Moral of the story: I really need to decide if I think elves puff up their hair when horny (new headcanon maybe?). But now I can't stop picturing elves in your verse doing it.

Firstly, I am so excited you have been enjoying my fic! Particularly enough to reread it aaaaaaaa! I am aware rereading it is no small commitment given how long it has gotten (though as both a fanfic writer and reader, I am also acutely aware of the proportional wild relationship between fanfic writers writing hundreds of thousands of words and fanfic readers reading all of them at, like, one in the morning. Or while walking!).

Secondly, I got MOST of the way through an incredibly extensive answer where I basically wrote a (what is a positive word for diatribe? Monologue, I guess) monologue about piloerection (fur puffing up) in mammals vs. birds fluffing up, and the fun of hair being an erogenous zone for elves but also piloerection tends to mean different things behaviorally in cats, and I’m not even sure big cats DO that because I can’t find a source in a quick search and I unfortunately do not have access to the academic databases or textbooks of zoological medicine that MIGHT (and probably don’t) have that answer, and…then got self-conscious and worried it could be misinterpreted as me arguing with you over your incredibly fun new headcanon instead of an excited…oration…on all the different fun worldbuilding concepts that can be ‘borrowed’ (read: stolen and stuck in magical humanoid immortals) from the natural world.

(I do try to keep my worldbuilding rants short, or only directed at people who specifically ask for them. Because I do worry about launching a hundreds-to-thousands of words unedited essay at people who might not have even wanted that!)

Suffice it to say, that sounds super fun and like a wonderful continuation of elf hair headcanons! I do absolutely love birds and bird behavior as well as cats and cat behavior (this is NOT a cue for my brain to begin building out a wingfic, even though the level of grooming in those goes really well with what I love about elvish hair as an erogenous zone headcanons brain please have mercy I’m trying to finish something here). And that would be a super fun and apt thing for elves to do in context with hair worldbuilding/culture/biology.

And I love pigeons, they are such fun birds and get so much flak for reasons that are COMPLETELY not their fault. I also do love reading and walking, though I am very much out of the habit since I no longer live in a walkable (well, comparatively walkable) environment.

Anyway, I am so, so glad you are enjoying my fic (so long as both you and the pigeons are unharmed, lol), and thank you so much for sharing your wonderful headcanon! That is definitely such a fun thing to consider!

[samingtonwilson]

Relationship Tutor: (7) Critical Mural Analysis

relationship tutor masterlist

Summary: College AU. Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: language

A/N: i really love this chapter-- not sure why. maybe steve? also, the gif below is not mine. if you’re reading this after may 7, 2020-- just know i’ve edited a part about the scrub because we should not be using scrubs on our faces, ladies! chemical exfoliation is the way to go. 

The night of Bucky and Natasha’s first date, you spent hours in Steve’s bed— the two of you rolling around, tangling the sheets, and breathing heavily as you finally lay beside one another.

Of course, you were fully clothed, covered in different colors of paint, and the sheets were made of canvas so you could help Steve with a piece he had due for one of his many art classes— but it would be much funnier to tell Sam the first synopsis upon his asking of where you’d been.

You turned your head to laugh with Steve, your orange, yellow, and red paint covered hand set atop your stomach. You pinched the fabric of your equally colorful t-shirt, spreading and blending the paint to form brighter, deeper, and even murkier shades before lifting that same hand to brush the latex swim cap stretched over your hair. “This is getting uncomfortable.”

“Would you rather get the warm colors in your hair?”

You shrugged, wrinkling your nose upon noticing the blue, green, and purple spread on his skin brightening the baby blue of his eyes while the swim cap made him look like some sort of Olympian. “You’re very pretty. Cool colors and all.”

“Yeah? Set me up with Wanda.”

You snorted. “I’m not running a dating service.”

“You should.”

“Like Will Smith in Hitch?”

“Haven’t seen that.”

“Have you seen anything from this century?” you asked, carefully peeling yourself from the canvas to avoid any marks that Steve didn’t approve of. You stepped onto one of the many tarps, fanning your toes out to watch the color bleed over the fabric. “You’re in your twenties, you know, not your nineties. There’s no harm in watching corny popular films, and listening to corny pop music, and paying attention to corny pop-culture.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you wiped your fingers onto the holey black leggings you didn’t mind wrecking. “And liking corny pop art.”

He gasped dramatically, lifting his head to meet your gaze with a playfully offended expression. “Pop art? How dare you?”

“There’s integrity in pop art, Steve.”

“There is,” he agreed with a nod. “I just subscribe to a more… meaningful style.”

“It’s a wonder you manage to stay upright with a head and superiority complex that large,” you quipped, laughing when he shot you a glare. “Relax, I know you’re joking.”

“I still hate pop art,” he added after a moment, managing to stand upright without so much as rustling the sheet.

“Just like you still have a bit of a superiority complex. Only a small bit,” you clarified with a single nod. You yanked the cap from your head and shook your hair out while very loudly sighing in exaggerated relief.

He rolled his eyes as he asked, “Was it really that bad?”

“No, they just always do that in the movies.” With a swirling motion of your index finger, you told Steve to turn around, pulling the stained clothes from your body and changing into the clean pair you’d brought with you.

Once you tied the drawstring at the waistband of your wide leg cotton pants and a plain t-shirt was slipped into place, you cleared your throat and smiled at Steve when he spun to face you. “What’s this for again?”

“Background of a mural I’m doing,” he shrugged with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You sure you didn’t want to shower before changing?”

You nodded, seeing color already smudged onto the cuffs of your sleeves. “I’ll just wash off what I can at the sink and have Sam deal with whatever paint gets onto these later. He’s a wizard with a spray bottle of Oxyclean.”

Steve frowned in consideration and motioned to the bathroom down the hall. “By all means.”

The bathroom was tidier than you expected. You’d never known Steve or Bucky to be particularly messy— they would spend the morning after a party they’d hosted scrubbing everything down and not minding it one bit, they actually kind of enjoyed it— it was just surprising that everything seemed to almost sparkle as soon as you flicked the lights on.

You scrubbed your forearms with a large glob of antibacterial soap, trying to scratch the paint off your palms if you had to. You then snagged the green tea cleanser you remembered Bucky bragging about and squeezed out a little, inhaling the matcha as you spread it over your cheeks and forehead.

The iciness of the cleanser tingled across your face, brushing your cheekbones, chin, and jaw with your fingertips and sighing contentedly. It suddenly made more sense to you why Bucky’s skin always looked like velvet, why the peach that had a tendency to flush constantly glowed.

You leant against the counter and found yourself imagining what he must smell like, if you could catch a whiff of mint and tea when you got close enough to press your lips to his cheek, his jaw, his lips, his—

You shook your head to yourself and patted your skin with the hand towel one last time, your hair smoothed well out of your features which looked refreshed and renewed once you’d stolen a bit of the matching moisturizer, too. 

“Steven,” you called while stepping into the hall. “Are we ordering dinner or are you the type to take a tumble in the sheets and not feed a girl afterwards— Bucky.”

His head was tilted as he gaped at you, slate blue eyes wide and hair appearing as if he’d only just combed his fingers through it, left shoe halfway off. His eyebrows came together. He stared silently for almost twenty seconds.

You opened your mouth. “Uh, —”

“You and—” he paused and shook his head. “You and— Steve and you, you and Steve.”

You raised your own eyebrows, leaning your shoulder against the adjacent wall and biting down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling. “How was your date, Buck?”

He blinked a few times, his mouth fallen open. “My, uh— My— You and Steve.”

“Italian?” Steve asked, emerging from his room in all his blue, green, and purple glory. He smiled at you knowingly. “Or Thai?”

“I’m in the mood for Thai,” you replied, nodding at him once with a sly wink. “Could you call the place on Benton? I want to say it’s called Jasmine?”

“Sure. What’d you want?”

“Veggie pad thai— extra tofu, extra spicy.”

He nodded before sparing Bucky so much as a glance. “You hungry at all, man? Want me to order you—”

“The two of you?” Bucky interjected, looking between you and Steve. He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You two?”

“Buck, I want you to look at Steve,” you said, nodding towards the man you referred to. “Then look at my hands,” you held your palms out and rolled up your sleeves to show the paint you’d missed, “and my ears— which I’m very confused by.”

You grinned when Bucky began to stammer once more. “The jealousy was very cute, though. What was that? Twice in two days? First with Tony, now with Steve.”

“S’not jealousy,” he snorted, shaking his head unconvincingly. “I’m just— I’m attached to the fabric of our group.”

“The fabric of our group?” Steve repeated, holding the phone to his ear as he squinted.

“Yeah, you know, the quilt of our friendship,” Bucky nodded. “Our friendship quilt.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right, and our love blanket and kindness parka.”

“Our sensitivity comforter,” Steve added, leaving the two of you in the hall as he ventured back to his room to rattle off your joint Thai food order.

“I wouldn’t fuck Steve without telling you, you know.”

Bucky looked up from his own phone wordlessly.

“You two are practically brothers and you’re one of my best friends. Kind of makes Steve my brother by proxy,” you shrugged with a laugh. “It’d be like incest, or something.”

He quirked a single dark eyebrow. “Does that make you and I like siblings?”

You shook your head with a wrinkled nose. Had the two of you actually been like siblings, your thoughts of how snuggly he would fit inside you would render a need to take yourself to a mental health professional immediately. “You and I— You and I are like husband and wife.”

“Husband and wife?” he echoed, smiling in that soft way that flipped your stomach and ached your chest. “Old married couple?”

“Absolutely. So old and dull, in fact, that your wife is helping you bag a mistress.”

He frowned in consideration and pushed off the wall, walking towards you to seemingly reach his bedroom at the end of the hall. He stopped when his shoulder brushed yours, however, and leant towards you to whisper, “S’a good thing this husband-wife thing is metaphorical.”

You looked at him, your noses close enough to bump together. You could smell the mint and citrus on his skin. “Why’s that?”

He shrugged. “If we were married, even for fifty years, you’d never catch me so much as looking at someone else. Forget about having you bag me a mistress.”

You simply stared back, your lips parted. Your heart felt as if it had stopped altogether, your ribs aching. You managed a smile when reality forced a thumping that could have brought you to your knees and pushed him gently. “I hope you used some of that charm on your date.”

He started down the hall again. “You’re not gonna split as soon as your food gets here, right?”

“Depends on what you want me to stay for.”

“Dissect the date with me,” he told you, tossing his navy blue bomber jacket into his room along with the shoes he’d toed off earlier.

You laughed dryly, loudly, and very sarcastically. “Yeah, no thanks. I have to watch the paint dry in Steve’s room. There’s also some grass outside I wanted to watch grow.”

“Very original.”

“Thank you.” You tipped your nose toward the ceiling. “I’ll stay here on one condition.”

“What?”

“You tell me where the fuck you got that skincare shit in there. My face smells like a matcha latte.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “S’my sister’s. Stole it from a package she got from Korea.”

“Well, I guess I’m going to lose more than half my paycheck to Korean skincare this month.”

“Beauty is pain, Y/N.”

It was a half hour before the food was delivered, Steve’s head in your lap so your fingers could fiddle with his blonde hair while the two of you watched recorded, protected, and backed-up episodes of The Wire— something you only agreed to upon Steve’s promise that you’d get your fill of Idris Elba.

Bucky set the two brown paper bags onto the coffee table and collapsed beside you, hair still wet from his shower. He wiped his hands down the lap of his sweatpants, leaning his head back against the upper edge of the couch. “Can we talk about the date now?”

You nodded and hoped the deep breath you took was inaudible. You shook Steve’s shoulder and laughed when he grumbled and sat up with hair pointed in every direction. “You good, old man Rogers?”

He offered you a sarcastic expression. “Phenomenal.”

As Steve busied himself with his dinner, his phone, and any tidbits of The Wire he could pay attention to, Bucky handed you your container and a pair of chopsticks before pulling out his own food.

You rose from the couch only to sit on the floor, your back against the foot of the sofa and your legs folded beneath you. You smiled at Bucky as he joined you, his back against one of the large lounger chairs. “Tell me about the date.”

“Well, we got coffee.”

Your voice thick with an unswallowed bite, you quipped, “Call me psychic, but I already knew that.”

“D’you ever consider being a stand-up?”

“I did, but they get paid dirt and I’m worth more than that.”

He shook his head with a small smile, his eyes on the contents of his dinner. “We sat at the booth you said she’d like. Back corner, with the amber hanging light.”

You nodded for him to continue, adding a bit of Sriracha to your noodles.

You continued to add hot sauce to your food until the heat became a distraction, until you could no longer blame the warmth in your cheeks and the warmth creeping up your neck on what Bucky was telling you.

Just like Bucky, you were unable to admit to yourself that you were jealous.

The delight over his features, the nervousness in the faint tremble of his fingers, the simple laughter in his voice made you wish you could be in Natasha’s place— but how could you admit that to yourself when the noble portion of you wanted his happiness above all? Selflessness was a virtue, wasn’t it? And selfishness a sin?

You were above petty jealousy and selfishness, you wanted Bucky to be happy and wanted the tears in your eyes to be blamed on the chili sauce in your food rather than the aching in your chest.

“When’s the right time to text her?”

You snorted, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes when he pushed off the floor and walked to the kitchen. “That’s not a thing worth being concerned about.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he came back into the room, occupying the same space as before. He watched as you set your container aside and polished off half of your beer in one ago, a smile pulled at his lips. “They’re always concerned about it in the movies.”

“Because movies do mirror real life seamlessly.” You set your bottle onto the table. “Just text her, tell her you had a good time, and want to see her again soon.”

“What about a casual run-in?”

“A what?”

“A casual run-in. Do you just not watch romantic comedies?”

You frowned. “I watch romantic comedies. I’m a complex person, James. I just— The idea of a casual run-in makes me uncomfortable. Like, what? Are you gonna stalk her and wait for the perfect time to jump out and make it look casual?”

He wore a scowl of his own. “When you say it like that, —”

“So that was the whole date? Coffee, talking about your lives, and walking her to her place?”

He nodded. “Kept my hands to myself, too. Slow and organic.”

“Slow and organic,” you agreed with a small, maybe even relieved smile.

PART 8: TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY ROMANTICISM 

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[dannejavi]

Primal Instinct

“Yes yes yes,” the woman groaned breathless as Derek drove down on her, hips pumping merciless Annalise’s voluptuous body deep in the mattress, her fat rolls and big tits rippling under his punishing thrusts.

The pace set was animalistic, raw pure ecstasy that ran in form of pheromones in the air, dopamine, adrenaline and testosterone flowing through their veins. Annalise was fertile that night, Derek’s alpha wolf could sense it, her rip smell setting him loose right away.

Derek’s strokes were long and calculated, his muscle adonis body undulating with languid, sensual moves, immerse in the penumbra that surrounded the fancy master suite. As like annalise’s body, the frame bed jerked upward under the strength of his thrusts, the headboard made of expensive wood. Pink Ivory, he had smelled it. $7000-8000 per Kg. The price obviously reflected on its quality, stronger structure that supported heavy loads and intense impacts. He knows the frame bed wouldn’t collapse if he put more powerfucking. Besides, the woman has asked for it rough. So, Derek could only oblige it.

“This is so good.. Fuck me alpha. Give me what you got!” she screamed out, chubby hands desperately sliding along Derek’s sweaty back, caressing the narrow curve of his lower back, squeezing his flexing, granite-muscled ass just to make its way up again.

Annalise was a 35 years old woman, with a chubby, voluptuous body bursting with health. She went from rich to millionaire status when, five years ago, her until hen 40 years old husband, a texan-born oil magnate, had passed away in an accident at one of his multiple extraction platforms on Middle East. Luckily, she was smart and wise enough to assume the multimillionaire company business, obviously with proper help of her late husband’s co partners.

However, they never had children, despite it be the couple’s biggest dream. Not for lack of trying, I must say, cause her husband was very into the idea, but unfortunately they never could accomplish that.

But Annalise’s desire to become mother didn’t died with her husband. She knew biological clock was ticking, and the longer it takes the harder would be to get pregnant. One night, while working on Internet, she found the ABFP page - Alpha Breeding and Fertilisation Programme -, a legal reproduction program approved by U.S. government. Similar to sperm banks, but regarding alphas only, or Breeders , as they were called.

ABFP make information available about the Alphas to enable customers to select the Breeder they wish to rent. This information is often available by way of an online illustrated catalog that held a complete profile regarding Alphas’ parental background that includes family name, physical features, genetical maps. ABFP also have facilities to help customers to make their choice. The breeding contract was signed by both parts - the Breeder and customer - assenting to the specific ethical laws and reproductive legislation.

At the age of 24, Derek Hale was the high prime Alpha Breeder in California state, his semen worthing nothing less than 6 digit in a check. Alongside his uncle, Peter, Derek’s lineage came from a long time wealthy, respected family in California since 17th century. Also, Derek was a real adonis, the pinnacle of masculinity: gorgeous face, sharp jawline carved by angels, green eyes sporting a miscellaneous of golden shades around his pupils, a bright melt-icebergs smile and a perfect muscled, ripped body that exuded virility. On top of that, a big, uncut 10 inches cock and massive testicles full of fertile semen.

Since his register on ABFP system two years ago, Derek had scored the best results ever seen for an Alpha, his semen analysis scoring highest successful rates in breeding tests, spermatozoa quality and protein content, as well the biggest amounts of semen per ejaculation. For all those reasons, Derek was the most hired Alpha from ABFP catalog.

Naturally, Alphas tend to come more than betas and male humans, a feature that guarantee outcome breeding, once they had lost the knot along the evolutionary course. However, as well everything else attested in his life, Derek topped even that. His testicles were massive, two heavy egg-shaped glands containing 15 to 20 ml of semen (by way of comparison, the Alpha average was 10 to 15 ml, while betas and male humans held between 5 to 10 ml). In short, Derek Hale was a top Breeder , impregnating successfully all his customers with beautiful, strong and healthy babies. With no doubts, Annalise would be one more to add the list Derek had lost count of.

“You’re beautiful, Anna. So perfect for my cock, for my semen,” praise kinky was a very common request from customers. But Derek really meant it, cause Annalise was indeed a very good looking woman, with hazelnut brown eyes, brown long hair, delicate mouth and soft skin. Even her chubby form, often depreciated by others, pleased Derek truly. Besides, the woman has a nice personality, smartness, and a beautiful heart as Derek noticed during his seven-day stay on her fancy, high-priced house in Hollywood Hills.

Derek always stay with his customers as lasts the fertile period, usually 6 to 8 days, maybe 9 or 10, once the cycle is variable from person to person. During that time they could have all sex they want until impregnation occur, but had free will to keep going after if so they wish.

If happens the customer, by any chance, don’t conceive at first month, it was a deal rule the Alpha would come back the following months, and they would keep trying till it succeeds. If by the sixth month, the customer don’t get impregnated by any reason, even after all procedures taken, 75% of the amount paid for the Alpha hiring goes back to customer, a protection clause previously insured on the breeding contract.

Derek’s sweat dripped from his nose onto Annalise’s face, his mouth was half parted, showing off his bunny teeth that grant him nice comments on his ABFP profile. Eyes lidded completed his blissed look, rejoicing the grip of Annalise’s pussy around his throbbing cock.

“Oh my God... Put a baby in me Derek, make me pregnant,” hearing her whining pleas, put fuel to Derek’s horniness, he thrusting into her madly, hips pivoting and taking her mouth on a passionate kiss. It was coming, he could feel it, his wolf scratching under his skin to the imminent orgasm. "I want a baby, your baby!"

“I’m gonna give you a child. Breed you full..” Derek panted on Annalise’s face, lips barely touching on hers. “He will be beautiful, as like his mother,”

They kissed again, a match of tongues and tilting of heads on perfect synchrony, humming and rutting like two animals, sweaty-drenched skin and slicked limbs sliding along. Derek’s rhythm faltered, his powerful thighs granting balance as his back arched, and his nuts pulled up, tingling. He bottomed out, hips flushed against Annalise’s groin, unloading gallons of thick, rich semen into her rip womb.

“Fuck yes!” head threw back, Derek growled, eyes flashing Alpha red, relishing in the primal sensation of breeding. Impaled on his massive rod, Annalise writhed, locking her fat calves on Derek’s lower back, pulling him deeper in a unconscious reflex, as if he could escape or his semen would miss its destined way. She rake nails on his taut biceps, feeling Derek’s member throbbing, constricted by her inner walls, groaning meaningless words under the overwhelming sexual bliss of an Alpha cock pumping inside her.

Breathless, Derek purred on her neck, his chest vibrating as he rubbed his stubble on her sensitive skin, an evident scent-marking behavior upon the female that would bear his offspring. Not that it would be his, but his wolf couldn’t tell the difference, it was an instinctive behavior. He often did that, and Derek eventually recognized it as a sign that meant the breeding was a success, she was pregnant with his child or children.

His wolf has never been wrong before.

Making sure all his seed was deeply in Annalise’s uterus, Derek pulled back, hissing at the slow dragging on his sensitive hard shaft, once his erection often took a time to soften. He slumped beside Annalise, that exhausted from the intense love making, quickly drifted asleep, snuggling onto Derek’s wet and heated body.

Chest heaving trying to gather his breath, Derek looked up at the white ceiling with lidded eyes, sweat dripping by his ribcage soaking the sheets underneath. He wrapped one arm around Annalise’s now fecunded body. With a tiny content smile on the corner of his mouth, Derek allowed himself to fell asleep.

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[sadoverstyles]

Changing Lanes; Chapter One

Eva is learning to balance her life. Between full time classes at Imperial, an unusual work arrangement with a bottle blonde popstar, and his brunet band mate that she just can’t seem to shake, she’s certainly set up for an interesting year.

“In previous discussions on what to do if I ever met the boys, Niall and I had never planned for this scenario. More cunning that this, we thought. Found inflagrante delicto, I was to gush over them and play the ever doting fan. Waving in adoration from the exit as Niall passes the afternoon off as just a one-time thing with a willing woman.”

Content Warning: MA for language and sexual situations

Evaline Warner

August 25th, 2015

It certainly wasn't a bad way to spend my Tuesday afternoon, or any afternoon in my opinion.

I probably should be reading my Advanced Financial Reporting textbook, or testing myself on Latin verb conjugations. Yet instead, here I am, on all fours, reeling at the vice grip secure around my hips and the pressure tight in my core.

I'm close, pushing and pushing my hips back in retaliation to his drive. He's most likely close too, but checking for sure isn't steady at the forefront of my mind.  A handful of thrusts and I'm there, forgetting the soreness glazing my thighs in favor of the exhilarating blaze chasing the blood through my veins. I ride the high for every second I'm given, drinking in the familiar sensitivity of every nerve, the soothed, cloudy edges of my consciousness.

Soon, he's gone from behind me, laying to my left, flat on the plush comforter. His knee is pulled near his carved, barely tanned chest, white knuckles and tight palms clutch at the connected calf.

I know what he's going to say. I know he knows that. But I also know he's still going to say it.

"Calf cramp, gonna have to take over for me, Ev." White teeth glint behind a wide smile, a smug look that suggested he was in anything but pain. That overwhelming flash of cockiness would have made me beyond angry if it was anyone but Niall, but it was Niall.  Niall who trusted and relied on me so much, proving it just by creating this situation he'd trapped us in.

It's a rouse. He never has a calf cramp, or a throbbing knee pain, or shin splints. It's never a coincidence that he always becomes incapable of finishing right after he sees that I have.

He wants me to blow him. It's different some times, he'll want me to ride him, or his face, maybe put him between my tits and let him go crazy. The cocky grin says blowjob though. Palms slotted on his waist, knees settled between his own, elbows locked next to his hips, I start. His taste is as familiar as the warm palm on the back of my head, as the taut muscles lined between my fingertips.

I liked coming down doing this more than some other tasks. I had a mission to focus on that wasn't tedious and didn't need too much attention. It just required defined movements and basic forethought on what approach to use next. Niall's palm was relaxed in my hair, a sound reminder of our trust in each other.

The first few times we'd been in this position Niall pulled my hair so tight it felt like I couldn't breathe, much less experience a touch-and-go lesson on how to give a blowjob. Coming down from the first few truly pleasurable orgasms of my life and all I could think was I would be bald by the time I was twenty-five. Niall told me he'd find someone else, someone that would thank him and kiss his balls for pulling their hair that tight. He told me to leave and delete his number, forget the deal.

Two weeks later Niall caved, told me he wouldn't pull so belligerently if I would consent to our same platonic arrangement. Thanking the gods above that I wouldn't have to revisit searching for a valid, legally acceptable job that didn't make me gag (most of the time), I acquiesced.

Stomach muscles tightening beyond belief, palm pushing pressure in effort to hold me still, hips coming forward minutely, forcing me to breathe deeper through my nose, Niall finished with a heady sigh. Every muscle I could feel or detect was loosening, forming a gooey, tranquil version of the man in front of me.

I laid peacefully next to him long enough for a few beats of silence to pass, contentedly lifting to my feet once the ache in my jaw lessened to a tolerable level. I checked that I still had both earrings, reclasped my watch, reassembled my outfit from earlier. I replaced car keys with panties in my bag, mentally deciding I'd have to stop back at my place. It was barely three in the afternoon, who was I to prance around to run errands and what not, sans underwear? While I tended to keep an extra pair in my bag for situations just like this, it seems to have escaped my mind this morning.

Fingers slipped brown ankle boots over pizza embellished socks as my other hand reached out to grab my bag. My spine straightening fully as both feet planted firmly on the ground. I had grown a strong sense of balance in this routine of redressing; one foot or both feet I could still snap in earrings or comb out my hair in the same moment. Niall groaned behind me, slipping on only a pair of dark boxer briefs over stark white skin. His exposed body created a severe contrast to my complete state.  

"Why do you get dressed so quickly?" Niall walked closer, biceps by his ears as he stretched both arms high above his head. "It doesn't make this nearly as rewarding if you aren't still frolicking around with all on show." Lowering his arms as he passed where I stood watching him, rolling my eyes, his wide palm spanked my ass with vigor. "See, too much there. I don't get to hear that nice echo when ya covered in all this clothing." His palm came down on my behind once again, lips pinching downwards in exaggerated mock disappointment as the dress's fabric muffled the carnal sound of skin on skin.

I knew he was kidding, having a right laugh with himself. If he was serious, it would only take one heady comment, one strategic hand to have me in the same position he did ten minutes ago, bent over taking the impact of his lecherous desires, feeling each resounding thrust deep inside me.

But he was flippant with the idea, moving on towards the kitchen. It wasn't the first of the month, so I headed out of his home without another word exchanged.

              August 31st, 2015

Knees to my chest, my elbows locked tightly around them, holding firm with feet warming the chilled desk chair beneath me. Tomorrow's presentation was the only thing I could focus on right now. It was only twelve minutes, but I had to pack a hell of a lot of information in those twelve minutes. It was also a hell of a lot of my grade for the entire semester. Principles of Economic and Community Development sounded a lot easier a few weeks ago when I wasn't writing a full impact analysis of government militarization. Now it just sounded like regret and lost wishes of an easy econ credit.

I only have to take one more course after this one to cover all the required econ hours for my degree, but right now the idea of anything beyond this speech was just going to make me want to crawl in bed with ridiculously fluffed pillows and an Orwell novel. Thursday's Latin exam was too far in the future to even comprehend at this point. My mind was too occupatus for even a glimmer of thought at what I needed to deal with for that.

I couldn't allow myself to think about how fantastic that would feel right now, to be all warm and cuddly; I had to memorize my take on the loss of consumer good production and how that affected the business cycle and the investment demand balance and the worth of the Euro and ten other things that just were nowhere near as exciting as every American Wall Street movie glazed them over to be. It was more like crunching numbers and algorithms six times because there's six ways to mess each one up and if you get it wrong there's a domino effect that I don't have a penchant to deal with in the aftermath.

So in summary, this presentation was stressing me out on an unbelievable level. Especially because I kept switching two paragraphs out of order when I tested myself and I couldn't look at my notes when the moment came, exactly T- thirteen hours from now. Who knows what I'm going to get out of order when I start rambling on the podium, I could blank the whole speech for god's sake.

I knock on the wood of my desk twice. I'm not taking any chances with luck here.

Once t- twelve hours set in, I made the executive decision that I was about as perfect as I could get at this moment in time. I also decided that I'd recite it to myself over and over in the morning before I left.  

Maybe if I'm lucky enough I'll recite it in my sleep and subconsciously engrave each word into my cerebellum.  Fingers crossed!

The chime of a text message ricochets from my desk throughout the flat, earsplitting above the sound of my socked feet padding over soft carpeted floors. I ignore the notification, instead continuing the quest for apple cider. In times that other people would definitely favor tea of some variation, it never appealed to me. The spicy warmth was something I found much more calming and tranquil, no worry of over infusing or loose leaves.

I cringe at the frozen tile beneath my toes the entire time I spend in the secluded area long since designated to be a kitchen, only finding salvation in my return to carpet. The chime from my phone sounds again, sending me almost grumbling at the displeasing noise. Who ever's texting me must not realize I have a very tough presentation in mere hours, much less how stressed it's making me.

Rigid, my stomach muscles were all but quivering when I noticed how tight I had become at the thought of tomorrow. Deep breaths could only do so much for my mental stability until it was all said and done with. Even rationalizing the situation with the full knowledge how this was just common apprehension to public speaking and that this was in no way going to define my life, I was still nervous.

I clawed at the case of my phone in passing, grasping it from the desk's surface on my way to bed. The thought of who the text might be from came to me as I began to settle down under the comforter. Although then the thought of whether I locked the deadbolt came to me as well, and I found that much more pressing.

Not long after both of these thoughts passed, my decision to stay huddled in such settling warmth over ensuring my own safety and prosperity was made. Over a year I've lived in this flat, anyone looking to case the place would have done it long ago, I was sure.

Shying away from the overly bright light, I debated forgoing the message until I found myself fit for human interaction. Once the screen had adjusted to the surrounding atmosphere, the idea had all but disappeared from my mind.

Niall was certainly the last thing on my mind, and I was in no head space to have sex right now. Certainly not travel ten minutes to have sex and then travel ten minutes back either.

come by before noon

My Econ class was at eleven tomorrow. My presentation was at eleven fifteen and there was no way I'd get to his flat in the ten minutes between class ending and noon striking.

I have class

come by before noon

The revelation came upon me then; tomorrow was the first of the month. Payday had completely and totally slipped my mind.  I responded with a simple ok, somewhat grateful I get a small moment of respite in the morning, miles away from my mind's incessant running over coursework.

              September 1st , 2015

T-2 hours from my first class, from the presentation that would play a hand in deciding if I got the three hours of credit I deserve.

Niall's flat was a little out of the way on my route to class, so I had to scramble to delegate extra travel time. I forced myself to stop reciting the speech after I'd gotten it perfectly six times in a row, which was close enough to my destination.  

His flat was upscale, guarded with security systems galore to keep out armies with beautiful nails. I knew the code to enter the building, 7872, I knew the code to get onto his concealed floor of the building, 0716, and I knew exactly where he kept his spare key, covertly latched onto the potted plant with white flowers. He had just recently told me about the spare key a few months ago after a charade of him griping how tiring it was to get up and walk to the door every time when he already knew it was me.

I, for one, thought locking his door at all was redundant. Anyone who was able to get themselves this far was adept enough to eventually find it behind the third branch on the right.

Niall wasn't in the front room, or the living room, which meant he was likely in his bedroom or bathroom. I made no effort to announce myself as I waltzed through, I had already been summoned.  

Immediately, my mind processed that Niall was not in the bathroom, but instead bare on a sea of green where his duvet would normally be visible. History tends to repeat itself, and therefore I was not all that surprised at the sight in front of me. It was mildly comforting to see such a familiar face, settling the nerves that plagued me.

Per my calculations, which I'd like to say Imperial College and I were pretty confident in, there were exactly one hundred-fifty bills stretched out wide across Niall's bed. A strong hunch was leading me to believe that was the money I came here under the impression to pick up. Another strong hunch told me I was going to thank myself later for being here early.

"Fancy of you to show up, I'm so glad we scheduled for a late lunch date." He was hard, and seemed to also have no intention of being bashful. Not like I'd ever known him to be before.

"It's nine in the morning," I deadpanned, narrowing my eyes on his arrogant grin. "I see you've been watching Wolf of Wall Street again." Fingers loosening the bag in my clutches enough for it to drop with a resounding thud, I began the process of toeing off my carefully planned outfit.

"Harry's been on a kick; bet you all the money that's stuck between me ass cheeks that he and Kendall have been doing the exact same thing." I had no doubt that was a substantial amount of money considering how long he must have been lying here. "Hurry up, I've have a recording scheduled at noon and I don't wanna smell like I've just bust a nut, babe."

Babe. Niall had started doing this early into our agreement, I feel less douche-y when I say it, he'd claim. I'd given him hell about it for a little while, teasing the living daylights out of him for being soft. It had grown on me by now, a soothing sound to hear. Even when he just tacked it on the end of some vulgar comment, Niall's accent wrapped around the word, softened it somehow. His thick brogue calmed me in a way that I would without a doubt deny if asked.

His knee was up, setting his entirety on display.  I watched his face for a moment as I removed the last of my clothes. For the position he was in, his face held a huge contrast. Lips parted just enough to let air pass, every muscle looked relaxed, save from the small twitch keeping the corners of his mouth up. I knew from memory the defined cut of his jaw; but in that instant it was rounded, like if I touched him, his skin would be softer than my own. The tips of my fingers twitched to run through his hair, to see if I could rearrange the mess and still make it look as good as he did when he wasn't even thinking about it.

"You think I want to show up to class looking like that?" Knees working over crumpled bills, I worked my way over, sitting on his waistline.

"Won't be a boring lecture, surely."

"I have a major presentation, asshole."

We grind and groan and grin and fuck. We move together and it's fluid. It's a piece of the first time we had sex on a bed of money, it's a piece of the second, of every time after that. We swivel and thrust and it's both of us, and we know what we're doing, and in the same moment we have no idea.

When I roll partially away from Niall, one arm flung across his chest, a foot planted flat between his spread knees, a right shoulder stuck into his upper arm, I don't think. I don't think anything at all until Niall plucks a bill from under my breast.

As I do begin to think again, two thoughts are both glaringly apparent and muddily indefinite. The first is a running loop of my speech, almost like background music to my own life, repeated as my day's own mantra. The second is that I didn't know what time it was.

Today is Tuesday August first, this I know. I have a presentation at eleven am, this I also know. What I don't know, is whether I had royally fucked myself in the last however many minutes or not. Yet while the inverted Sophocles in me wants to sit here and ponder those thoughts and how they could relate linearly or otherwise to the other ones that crossed my mind today, my limbs were already off the bed, grappling at a bra here and a shoe there.

Muscles leaping, I go for necessities; purse, pants, bra, shirt. "Presentation in forty-five. I'll be back to pick up later." My ears barely register Niall telling me to come by after four as I dash out of his penthouse compound, one sock backwards and the other not there at all.

[jokessho]

Fic: Courage

For if you’re not afraid, how can you be really brave? –Tove Jansson

I really appreciate Matt.

Not just because he’s now my best friend, but because he used to be my rival.

Don’t get me wrong; I used to hate him for always arguing with me. We fought like cats and dogs, often getting physical and really hurting each other.

Occasionally we do still fight, but they’re not as lengthy as they used to be. These days we realise when we’re in the wrong and why the other is telling us that we’re being an asshole. For example, I’ll say something inconsiderate and Matt will immediately snap at me and tell me I’m an idiot. Sometimes I will try to defend myself (in vain) for a bit, but soon come to the conclusion that, yes, Matt is right and I’m being an inconsiderate jerk. I apologise to whoever was offended and then everyone’s happy. This works the other way round, too.

We both realise that we have our flaws and faults and that the other person completes us. Matt’s the thinker, the one who will consider all options and everyone’s feelings, but sometimes he thinks too long and the opportunity passes. I’m the hothead - the one who ploughs on without considering others or other options and I make decisions as soon as the opportunity presents itself. But sometimes I make the wrong move. In that way, we really complete each other; we balance each other out. Together we are unstoppable.

Back to what I was discussing in the beginning: why I appreciate Matt for always having fought with me back in the Digital World. Well, it’s easy to be a good leader if everyone follows you like sheep, right? If everyone just goes along with whatever you say, then of course you’d be a good leader. Just like it’s easy to be courageous if you’re not afraid of anything. But I, of all people, know that courage is not the same as not being afraid. Real courage is facing your fears. Just like being a good leader entails facing criticism.

And, boy, did Matt criticise! It really pissed me off. But now, as I said, I appreciate it. It’s made me a better person and leader. His arguments forced me to defend my own opinion, teaching me how to stand up for my beliefs in the face of adversity.

He made my skin thicker.

He made me stronger.

Now I want to be his strength.

We started dating last week.

Some homophobes from our high school found out and, naturally, now the whole school knows. No one dares to approach us physically (Yama and I are well-known for our fighting abilities), but we get a lot of hate in the corridors.

Matt taught me how to face this kind of criticism. I never returned the favour...

Sure, he knows how to take a punch and some harsh words, but, at the same time, he’s more sensitive than I am and others’ opinions of him do affect him on a deeper level. He doesn’t let it show, but I know that, currently, he’s like a ticking time-bomb – I don’t know when he’ll break, but I want to be there for him.

I can see it happening already: him finally cracking and telling me all his deepest fears, and me countering all his arguments. Just like in the Digital World. Only this time we’re not rivals or arguing; he’ll probably be crying and I won’t be an inconsiderate prick.

I want to be there for him. To be his strength. To give back some of the strength he forced upon me five years ago.

I look to him now, sitting there, in class, one row to my right and two seats forward.

Is he thinking about those comments from earlier? Is he trying to focus on his work in order to drown out negative thoughts? Is he sending me silent pleas to ask him about it?

He’s looking at me. Maybe he is asking me to approach him about it.

Wait.

He’s giving me a strange look and jabbing his head minutely towards the front of the cl—Shit!

The teacher’s staring at me expectantly, looking like she has just asked me something. No idea what it was.

I look to my best friend, wishing that we were in maths, instead of literature, so that the answer would be a simple number, instead of a long, philosophical analysis of something. As expected, Matt can offer me no help on this matter right now.

Sheepishly, I ask the teacher to repeat the question, but she just sighs in disappointment and turns to another of my classmates for the answer. I tune her out and turn to my boyfriend, giving him a huge grin, both of us knowing that I somehow, miraculously, avoided getting a detention. He just rolls his big blue eyes and returns to his notes.

The rest of the class passes by without incident – a fact which I am grateful for – and we are released from school until tomorrow morning.

I shove my things into my book bag and rush over to Yamato’s desk. He’s putting his things into his bag in a calm and orderly fashion. He cares about the state of his books and papers and has separate folders and notebooks for all his classes, plus the one he writes music notes in every so often.

The Teenage Wolves officially retired from the music business last year, but music is still a sort of outlet for Matt. He still composes new songs and sings them to me and the rest of the Digidestined gang, or just keeps them to himself. I’m glad he has this way of expressing himself; starting a band and writing songs really helped him come out of his shell. He’s even shown me a few songs that he wrote when he was feeling really depressed and there are a few that helped him come to terms with his feelings for me. I’m honoured that he would share those with me.

I watch as he rises from his seat and smiles at me. I love his smile. Back in the Digital World his smile was either sarcastic or exaggerated; he would either smirk, or laugh obnoxiously. It annoyed me so much back then, but now I realise that it was a defence mechanism. Oh, don’t get me wrong, his smirk is all natural. But the laughing wasn’t. It was always to hide something or put up a front for Takeru. He still doesn’t laugh much, but I’ve been lucky enough to have witnessed the few times that he did.

We leave the school, walking close, but not too close. Just because most of the school knows about us doesn’t mean that we need to be constantly reminding them of our closeness. No, it’s best if we confine our relationship to our apartments and, occasionally, the secluded areas of the park at night time.

We reach his apartment. His father’s not home. I pull him over to the sofa and let him snuggle against my chest. I run my hand through his silky, blond locks. I love his hair.

Should I ask him? Would he tell me? Would he allow himself to show weakness already at this stage in our relationship?

My stomach ruins the peaceful moment we’re having and he graces me with one of his rare, soft laughs, offering to make me something to eat. I accept and we make our way to his kitchen.

Ever since he retired from the band, both his kitchen and whole apartment have been spotless. The place used to be a mess, but now that he has time, he is putting his house working skills to good use. Many jokes have been passed about him making the perfect wife for someone, someday, or of him being a household Goddess. He usually just brushes those kinds of things off, taking no offence.

I wrap my arms around his slim waist, pulling his back into my chest, nuzzling his shoulder. He swats at me playfully, telling me that I’ll have to eat off the floor soon. I wouldn’t mind; as I said, his house is nearly spotless. Yet, I let him go and retreat to sit at the kitchen table. I just watch him. I like watching him; he has a certain grace and elegance to his movements, which I admire. He seems to flow seamlessly form one action to another. It looks so effortless.

He’s told me that he likes the way I move. I do wonder about that. He scolds me when I question his statement. He says that I have very good control of my body on the field, when I’m kicking the ball around.

He sets the table whilst waiting for the food to finish cooking. He’s a great cook. Now that he has more time, he has been able to keep the fridge stocked with fresh ingredients and has been able to produce amazing dishes from those.

I’m lucky to have him.

Food appears on the table as I’m lost in my thoughts, but I manage to catch his wrist after he places the last dish on the table. I pull him to me and he has an amused look on his face. I kiss him. Nothing too deep or passionate. But nothing too chaste, either.

A light blush dusts his normally pale cheeks, but his deep blue eyes are bright with happiness. I love making him happy. And if that happens to involve kissing him, then all the better.

We eat in relative silence, mainly because we’ve both been taught not to talk with our mouths full. It doesn’t bother us, though; we’re perfectly comfortable just hanging out in silence. Yamato is very quiet anyway, so I know he doesn’t mind the silence. I like to talk and am known for babbling on and on about mundane things, but I am also comfortable with silence, since I know actions, or just the mere presence of another person, speaks louder than words do.

I’ve learned to read Matt quite well, I think. I can tell when he just wants to cuddle in silence and when he wants me to fill that silence with inane talk.

He also understands me and my moods better than anyone else. A lot of people think that I wear my heart on my sleeve, showing everyone exactly what I’m feeling. That is the case most of the time, but there are times when I do try to hide behind a mask. Yama is the only one who catches me at this and confronts me about it once we’re alone. Have I mentioned how lucky I am to have him?

I always do the dishes for him. At first he tried to protest, but I convinced him to let me. It’s the least I can do, after all, since he cooks for me. And loves me. I don’t think I can ever truly repay him for loving me. I can try to pamper him and I love him with my whole being, but it doesn’t seem like it comes anywhere close to how much I actually appreciate his love for me. I hope he never leaves me. I don’t think I could stand it.

He grabs a towel and starts drying off the dishes that I’ve washed and rinsed. I tried to get him to let me take care of everything, but he convinced me otherwise by saying that it’ll be faster with him drying. It leaves us with more time together. I was sold.

We retreat back to the couch and my hand immediately shoots into his hair. It’s so addicting. Most of Matt’s fans would kill to get a chance to even touch his hair. What most of them don’t know is that he doesn’t really take long at all to fix his hair. In fact, he does very little with it; only washing, conditioning, and combing. No gel, no spray, nothing. Sometimes he forgets to comb his hair, but it’s so silky that no one really notices. Besides, it’s usually only on days when we’re together and not going out, so I comb it for him with my fingers.

He seems to be falling asleep under my ministrations. Wouldn’t be the first time. I smile at him fondly, not that he can see it.

I think he’s ok. I may have been making mountains out of molehills. He’s strong. He’s faced criticism for his music, so what’s a little homophobia?

I look at the peaceful figure in my lap.

How did I ever doubt his strength? He’s already had to endure so much in life – a few negative comments from peers won’t phase him.

He gives a big sigh and opens his eyes, gazing deeply into mine, as if to tell me that he’ll be fine – that he is fine.

His pale hand comes up to cup the back of my head. He pulls me down for a kiss.

Even if he does crack – I catch myself thinking – I’ll be there for him.

We pull apart. A lazy, contented smile is splayed on his lips.

“I love you.” I whisper.

[aribellaaquero1994]

How Long To Grow Grapefruit From Seed Fabulous Tips

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But don't forget, not all wineries are created equal for grape growing.Though your grape growing information: more than not.In order to compute needed sunlight then you may use one type.The bottom line though is to stress the vine.Hardpans are compacted and act like cement.

[bubblesweets6-blog]

5 Reasons You Might Have Stomach Pain After Eating (or other not-so-fun bowel symptoms that don’t really belong in a title)

Have you ever considered trying a parasite cleanse to get rid of digestive upset? Or maybe you think  cutting gluten or going grain-free could eliminate your stomach pain after eating. Let’s dig a bit deeper into the potential causes of irregular bowels.

This post is from contributing writer Mary Voogt of Just Take A Bite.

Do you wonder if something is “off” with your gut? Do you experience stomach pain after eating or other awkward symptoms?

Irritable bowel syndrome (IBS) is the most common functional gastrointestinal disorder seen by doctors. Studies show that worldwide rates range from 9–23% and U.S rates generally in the area of 10–15%. There are between 2.4 and 3.5 million annual physician visits for IBS in the United States alone. However, a much smaller percent of the adult population has actually been diagnosed with the condition (about 5-7%). IBS is more common in women than it is in men.

IBS is a functional disorder of the GI tract that covers a broad scope of symptoms. IBS is often what doctors diagnose when they don’t know what else to call someone’s irregular bowel habits that don’t involve a structural component.

If you have inconsistencies with your daily bowel movements along with gut pain or discomfort, especially stomach pain after eating, you may have come to the conclusion on your own that you have IBS, or that something is clearly not working right.

But what’s regular? With the list below you can pinpoint common irregular bowel habits that people with IBS, colitis, Crohn’s tend to have. It also includes symptoms related to dysfunction of the small intestines and large intestines.

Note: Crohn’s Disease and colitis are both classified as intestinal bowel disease, not “irritable bowel syndrome/IBS,” but in the end, if nutrition is going to help heal your gut, it’s all just semantics. I (Katie) just thought you should understand that difference if you’re talking to a doctor or looking up issues online.

Common Irregular Bowel Habits & Symptoms

First, let me explain what I mean by irregular bowels. I’m referring to not only how the bowel movements come out but also symptoms in the gut that go along with the bowel movements.

Irregular bowels could be demonstrated by the frequency or infrequency, the shape, size, color, smell, whether you strain or whether you have to run to the toilet, or maybe wipe a lot once you are done eliminating. It could be that you go once per day every day then one week you skip every other day or go numerous times a day – in other words you have no set normal pattern, it’s always changing.

See if you recognize any of these symptoms as your own:

Alternating diarrhea and constipation

Stools hard or difficult to pass

Less than one bowel movement per day

Stools have corners or edges, are flat or ribbon shaped

Stools are not well formed but loose instead

Mucus in the stool

Blood in the stool

Food allergies

Abdominal bloating 1 to 2 hours after eating

Specific foods make you tired or bloated

Pulse speeds after eating

Anus itches

Coated tongue

Fungus or yeast infections

Yeast symptoms increase with sugar, starch or alcohol

History of parasites

Excessive foul smelling lower bowel gas

Cramping in lower abdominal region

Bad breath or strong body odors

How are all these symptoms of irregular gut function possibly related?

There are five core reasons for gut pain and irregularity, and they can be discovered when you know your current biochemistry (remember, bio-individuality is the key to health). I find the majority of people with gut discomfort are suffering due to functional reasons (how something works) vs. structural issues (how the pieces are put together or may be broken). These functional reasons, found through avenues such as elimination diets, rotation diets, blood tests and hair analysis, can be corrected through a game plan unique to the individual.

If you’ve had a long-term issue with irritable bowel, it may be wise to check with a gastroenterologist to ensure there are no structural problems. I struggled with constipation and horrible colon spasms for many years before I was finally diagnosed with a rectal prolapse. I had tried various medications and diets without relief. No amount of dietary changes could have fixed it. A structural problem requires surgery.

So if you don’t find any relief with dietary changes be sure to look into structural abnormalities of your digestive system. I found relief of my major symptoms after surgery. Then I could turn to diet to fix the rest.

5 Reasons You May Have Irregular Bowels and Stomach Pain

Many people need numerous areas of their health addressed in order to have regular, consistent, normal bowels on a daily basis, as well as no complaints related to the gut itself. There are five core reasons to troubleshoot why you may have irregular bowels.

1. Food Allergies

“It is estimated that 10 to 20 percent of us have food sensitivities. Food sensitivity reactions, also called delayed hypersensitivity reactions and in the past called “serum sickness”, occur when IgA, IgG and IgM antibodies are triggered in response to foods, chemicals, and bacterial toxins. The most common antibody reactions are IgG to mold and foods; exposure to molds and foods is quite high compared to pollens. These IgA, IgM and IgG responses are called “delayed” sensitivity reactions because the symptoms they cause can take from several hours to several days to appear, which makes it very difficult to track down the offending food or substance.” (from Digestive Wellness; by Elizabeth Lipski, Ph.D., CCN, CHN)

Allergies and intolerances are directly associated with the health of the small intestine. Most everyone alive today has several food sensitivities they are not aware of that could be hampering their health. Mineral imbalances and high heavy metal levels could be the cause of your food sensitivities. Correcting the imbalances through diet and supplements will improve your tolerance to foods.

You may also need to try a very specific diet, like a low FODMAP diet (learn more about it here!). If you want a systematic approach to gut healing you can try the Gut Thrive in Five protocol.

If you have a child struggling with stomach pain, irregular bowels, food allergies and picky eating you can learn how to tailor his diet to get on the road to healing. Find out how in my book Why Won’t My Child Eat?!. You can also get more information on my site Just Take A Bite. We’ve dealt with so many allergies. Here are my top ten tips for helping to reduce and even remove allergies.

2. Leaky Gut

Anything that can overstimulate the pores in the lining of the small intestine and keep them open too long is said to cause leaky gut.

According to Mind, Body, Green:

When your gut is leaky, things like toxins, microbes, undigested food particles, and more can escape from your intestines and travel throughout your body via your bloodstream. Your immune system marks these “foreign invaders” as pathogens and attacks them.

Examples of the overstimulaters may include food allergies, alcoholism, Celiac Disease, certain drugs, Giardia and other parasites, intensive illnesses, malnutrition, pancreatitis and many more. This, in turn, leads to symptoms related to IBS, Crohn’s or colitis.

3. Candida

Did you know that 1/3 of the world’s population is affected by candidiasis?

Candida is a fungal infection and is a type of fungi in the yeast family which is why it is commonly called a yeast infection. Candida is found in most everyone and in small amounts should still allow a person to be in good health. It is a yeast found in our guts and in the vagina as well. Normally, it is controlled by good microbes and causes no complications.

However, candida can grow and get out of hand if one creates the right environment, like after a round of antibiotics or while on the birth control pill. Yeast and fungus slow down a person’s oxidation rate or metabolic rate. Candida thrives in an alkaline medium. Slow oxidizers run alkaline and are more susceptible to candida. In order to resolve candida, you must correct the biochemistry.

A key underlying cause of candida is a copper imbalance. Copper is one of the body’s main ways to kill yeast. When copper is unavailable to the body for use, the body can’t get rid of the yeasts properly.

If someone has low zinc or a copper imbalance they can do all the candida diets or cleanses under the sun, but never truly correct the core underlying imbalance with candida in their body. Balancing the body’s biochemistry can correct chronic issues with candida without the need for a specific anti-candida remedy or cleanse. This is a much gentler approach and a better long-term solution.

Note from Katie: Here’s my story of discovering and battling candida. 2016 update to my story. You’ll want some quality probiotics, for starters – for any gut issue, really:

Some Quality Probiotics

Some of these I’ve used, some I’m planning to use, and some have been recommended by friends and professionals alike. It’s good to remember a few things about probiotics: 1. People should get different colonies of probiotics, so switching brands/strains every so often (6 weeks?) is good practice. 2. What works great for one person’s needs doesn’t always work for another. These can be very different! A one-day trial to Probiotic Advisor might help you get up on current research quickly if you’re really digging in; otherwise, here are some to narrow down the thousands of brands out there:

Miessence Liquid Probiotic – notes: this is the easiest for kids to take because it’s liquid on a spoon, no powder to hide in smoothies and no capsules to swallow. If you’re on a no-sweetener diet of any kind, it does have agave so could be a no-no. Gluten-free.

Miessence Powder Probiotic – notes: must be hidden in a smoothie but is less expensive than the above. Not gluten-free. Helped me beat a candida rash when nothing else could.

Biokult – highly recommended by many, including the GAPS diet

Thrive Probiotics – this one can be taken during antibiotics and not be rendered ineffective, which almost all other probiotics are! (use the coupon KS10 for 10% off!) (also found on Amazon)

Perfect Supplements Prescript Assist – soil-based; read the description at the page for more details on what that means (use the coupon KS10 for 10% off!) (also found on Amazon)

Klaire Labs Pro-biotic complex V-caps or Ther-Biotic Complete (25 billion CFU)

Probiophage DF (7 dairy-free strains)

Transformation Enzymes (5 billion CFUs by may get through digestive tract…)

Primal Blueprint (6 strains, 10 billion CFUs)

Pharmax high potency (4 strains + FOS) or long-term HLC maintenance (2 strains)

Pro-Bio from Enzymedica (8 strains)

Syntol from Arthur Andrew Medical (13.6 billion CFUs with prebiotic, spore germinating blend, yeast cleanse)

ProBio 5 from Plexus has been recommended many times, but it’s also, I think, an MLM so it’s possible the recs weren’t so authentic…?

Dr. Mercola’s probiotics (use the coupon KS10 for 10% off!)

4. Parasites

Parasites are very persistent and can linger for a long time, they can also hide quite well and learn to become resistant to antibiotic treatment. Their presence can further contribute to ill health.

The symptoms of parasites can present like any other digestive problem, such as chronic diarrhea, pain, constipation, bloating, gas, unexplained weight loss, fatigue, abdominal cramping, bloody stools, irritable bowel syndrome and more. They may play a role in some cases of inflammatory bowel disease (IBD).

If you have a child that seems to eat non-stop and never get full, parasites could be the culprit.

The symptoms tend to come and go cyclically due to the life cycle of whatever parasite may be involved. If you see a cyclical pattern of digestive complaints you can suspect parasites. Take heart, a parasite ‘cleanse’ can rid you of these pesky buggers if you are persistent enough. Note from Katie: We’ve got info here on parasites, too.

5. Stress & Tired Adrenals

Chronic stress raises the adrenal hormone, cortisol, which degrades the gut lining and contributes to leaky gut.

The stress response, also known as ‘fight or flight’, is meant to be short-lived. However, people in modern day society do not get a chance to recover from stress or rebuild their tired adrenals. Yes, it has happened to me too! I shared all about how my body was slowing down while life kept moving. Excess stimulation of the adrenal glands from stress causes blood flow to the digestive tract to decrease. Which means your body can’t properly digest food.

Stress causes one to be in sympathetic mode vs. parasympathetic mode — the state the body needs to be in to actually digest food. When was the last time you ate in a relaxed state? When was the last time you did not have stress, anxiety or worries in your life? The majority of us are suffering from poor digestive health ailments due to this one issue alone.

Even drinking too much water can impact your metabolism and adrenal health. Taking steps to improve your metabolic health will improve your digestive health. Also, getting adequate sleep will improve your adrenal health.

For females, imbalanced reproductive hormones, as well as cortisol, can impact digestion. It is all related via the HPA (hypothalamus, pituitary, adrenal) Axis.

Want to learn more? We have an interview about adrenal health with Lydia Shatney NTP, our former contributing writer Bethany, and myself (Katie). Don’t miss it!!

Stomach pain after eating is so common in our culture. But it doesn’t have to be! Figure out which of these five reasons for irregular bowels is your culprit (or maybe it’s more than one!) and take steps to fix it. Taking a functional approach will keep you free of medications and lead to a happier, healthier life.

What is your biggest digestive complaint?

*DISCLAIMER

Please note that I am not a licensed medical professional. I do not diagnose, treat, or prescribe for any illness or health issue. The information or advice provided here should not be construed as medical advice. If you choose to use any of the natural remedies or advice discussed here, you will be taking responsibility for your own health and wellness.

Source: https://www.kitchenstewardship.com/5-reasons-you-might-have-stomach-pain-after-eating/

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Chemistry & Conservation: Chapter 15 - Dark, or So Long and Goodnight

The Chem Lab had been mercifully empty when she punched in around 11:00PM.  In fact, the only other soul she’d seen in the building was a member of the custodial staff.  Rey didn’t recognize him, she felt like she’d remember the janitor with a missing ear, but the guy had been in a jumpsuit and was crawling into an air duct near the lab.  She could hear him clambering about in the ductwork, going about his business while she went about hers.  Her tests went smoothly, and she made sure to save everything on her personal flashdrive as well as the University servers, just in case.  The janitor was gone by the time she was done.

It was almost 2:00AM by the time Rey got back to her brownstone.  She didn’t see Ben’s car parked on the road, so she guessed he decided to spend the night on his own.  They did that sometimes.  It was just as well; Rey had a lot on her mind.  She set her flashdrive with her chemical test results on her kitchen table and sat, staring at it, as if willing it to speak.  

Rey already knew what it would tell her.  Snoke was a fraud, at least, his lineage was, and in all likelihood, he was the one that had manipulated the document.  While some of the ink samples did indeed date to the tenth century, the ones from the area in question definitely did not.  They were modern, and chemical analysis confirmed that the ink composition was not one that would have been found in the tenth century.  In fact, the ink contained a compound that had only been developed in the last few years.  Snoke had to have been the one that made the change.

Pushing away from the table and heading to her bathroom, Rey had to ponder Snoke’s thought process.  Why had he bothered to alter the document in the first place, much less donate it to the University?  Was he really that proud, so sure in his position that it hadn’t even occurred to him that someone would find something off about the charter?  Or if someone did, they’d overlook it, out of deference or fear of him?

Maybe Snoke was just insane, Rey thought as she turned on the taps and tugged the shower pull.  Absolute power corrupts absolutely.  Shedding her clothes, she stepped into the hot spray.  Rey hoped the water would help wash away her worry, but it wasn’t working.  She rubbed her face, pulling her hands down her cheeks.  Rey wrapped her arms around her middle, wishing Ren was there.  Despite the hot water, she was cold.  She was scared.

As if on cue, she heard the rat-a-tat-tat on the bathroom door that meant Ren was there.  It was a signal they used if either of them entered the other’s home and they were occupied, so they didn’t freak out.  Rey relaxed and started washing.

“Mmm, why bother getting clean when I’m just going to get you all dirty?”  Ren purred as he stepped into the shower behind her, settling his large hands on Rey’s hips and pulling her back to him.  

Rey sighed with a smile and leaned back into him, feeling his hardness press against her.  One of his hands drifted up to stroke her breast as the other drifted lower, stroking her mound gently.  Rey’s lips parted and she let out a soft moan as she felt Ren’s warm mouth at the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“I missed you today,” he murmured against her skin, the fingers of one hand pinching and kneading the delicate skin of her nipple and the fingers of the other parting her flesh already slick with her want.  Ren’s fingers teased her entrance while his thumb made circles around her clit.  Rey’s moans grew into desperate cries as one of her hands grabbed at his hair, holding him to her shoulder while her other clutched at the hand on her breast.

Rey felt her knees weaken when he slipped one finger inside her then another, and they just about gave out when he started stroking her, feeling for that one spot that drove her to climax.  He knew her body so well, she marvelled.  She came quickly; apparently she missed him, too.

Ren held her close as she came, carefully working her body back down.  Her bathtub was the antique clawfoot style, not conducive to shower sex.  They didn’t make a habit of keeping condoms in the bathroom anyway.  So, he patiently helped her finish washing, and then let her wash him.  Rey paid extra attention to his throbbing cock, giving him a few languid strokes, teasing him until he growled at her to get out of the damn tub.

After they were dried off, Ren practically lunged at her, scooping her up quickly, carrying her into the adjoining bedroom, and throwing her on the bed.  He opened the drawer in the bedside table, reached for the box he kept there, and reached in, finding it empty.

“Fuck!” he swore.

“What?” Rey asked, leaning up on one elbow.

“Damn box is empty.  I forgot to bring more,” Ren growled, pulling at his hair.  “God-fucking-dammit.”

“Ren…” Rey started.  She bit her lip.  

Ren looked at her.  He couldn’t look at her.  He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, hands braced on his knees.  God, he was such an idiot.  And he couldn’t ask her to let him…  That was almost too intimate.

“Come inside me, Ren.  Please,” she said quietly.

He turned his head, looking at her over his shoulder, a desperate look on his face.  “Rey, that’s not...we don’t have to...Goddammit.”  He held his head in his hand.  

Rey got off the bed and stood in front of him, placing her hand under his chin.  Urging him to look at her, she said firmly, “I want you to.  I trust you, Ren.  Besides, we’re both clean and I’m on birth control.  You know that.”

Ren wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her between his legs.  He looked up at her like the goddess she was as she stroked the side of his face.  Rey straddled him carefully as his hands firmly grasped her ass, holding her secure.  Bracing her hands on his broad shoulders, Rey carefully raised herself and brought herself back down, grinding on his cock as she did so.  She gasped at the pleasure of rubbing herself on him and sped up her pace.  

“Oh God, Rey, you’re so wet.  You feel so good.  Sweetheart, please,” Ren begged.

Rey blushed lightly at the endearment, and it wasn’t often she got him to beg.  “Please what?” she whispered in his ear.

“Please let me come inside you,” Ren cried as is fingers dug in to the skin of her backside.

In response, Rey raised herself up a little higher and slowly lowered herself onto him.  They both cried out at the sensation.  He felt so good inside her like this.  She dropped her head to his shoulder as she felt her inner muscles adjust around him.  She felt Ren’s hands running up her back, pressing her closer.  She arched her back, which repositioned him inside her so he was hitting her g-spot.  Rey cried out and began grinding her hips.  Ren took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to nip and lick as she rode him.

“Shit, baby you feel so good,” Ren moaned against her heated skin.

“You...too…”  Rey cried out between thrusts.   She was getting so close.  Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him faster, feeling her muscles begin to tense.

“Come for me, Rey.  I need to feel you come around my cock.”

Rey whimpered when her orgasm hit her, and she felt herself clamp down around him.  The sensation of her muscles working to take him deeper brought Ren to his own climax soon after.  Letting out a low groan, he felt himself release inside her, his fluid coating her inner walls.  Rey fell limp against him, and he held her closer.  

Ren could feel their combined fluids flowing out of her and onto him, and he carefully lifted her off of him.  He grabbed some tissues from the box beside the bed and gently cleaned her up before he cleaned himself.  Rey was breathing heavily on his shoulder, and with some difficulty, he managed to get her under the covers before crawling in next to her.  She was asleep before he switched off the lamp and pulled her into his arms.  

***

Ren was at the Lab early the next morning and on his third Venti coffee.  He cursed whoever was running a test that made a beep sound every thirty seconds.  He checked the Lab logs like he did every morning to see if anyone had been here last night.  He pulled out his phone.

Ren: <What were you doing in the Lab at 11:07PM until 1:47AM last night?>

Rey: <Snoke accosted me at my Lab yesterday.  I panicked and ran my tests last night when no one was around.>

Ren: <Holy shit!  What’d they say?>

Rey: <I don’t want to have this convo over text, Ren>

<Maz’s for lunch?>

God that beeping was really annoying.  He looked around the room to see where it was coming from, but couldn’t pinpoint it.  His team had their heads bent over computer screens and lab equipment.  He frowned.  Weird.

Ren: <Well, yeah, definitely now>

<You sure Angela didn’t see anything, lol>

Rey: <Umm, what?>

Ren: <That’s the only other person who keyed into the building last night.  She’s a custodian, remember, the one who leaves cookies?>

Rey: <No, she wasn’t here.  She must have let another guy use her code or something>

<He was crawling around doing ductwork>

<He had one ear>

Ren: <Umm, okay.  And Rey, they hire people from outside to come do that stuff>

<During the day>

Rey: <Well, he was definitely there, crawling into the ductwork by the Lab>

Ren: <At night.  By himself>

Rey: <Yeah…>

A sickening feeling crept into the pit of Ren’s stomach.  The beeping was coming faster now.  He looked up towards the climate controlled room.  Snoke had gone to see Rey yesterday.  Ren knew Hux had had a meeting with him earlier that day too.  Had he mentioned Rey’s work in the Con Lab?  Hux couldn’t see past his own nose, but Snoke wasn’t an idiot.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Everyone out now!” Ren screamed as a bright flash and a loud roar engulfed them all.