#and my tummy is always upset after drinking

[queenofthedamnnile]

Every time I drink I lowkey wish I hadn't the next day. Not in a "omg what stupid shit did I do" way cause I don't even get stupid drunk just in a "good God when will these poisoning effects subside" way

[jilixthinker]

pillow puppy

=͟͟͞♡ seungmin × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ domestic and kinky christmas

word count: 3.1 K

content warning: smut, explicit sexual content, established relationship, sub!seungmin, dom!fem reader, puppy kink, pet play, puppy play, pet names, dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex (piv), they are in love your honour

a/c: i confessed to my irl friends that i feel things for soft puppy seungmin with braces and i've been told i am insane, so i'm posting this here because i know someone will understand my madness my reasons. enjoy ♡

=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!

"Noona, I am so tired".

Seungmin is splayed on the sofa, his head pressed on his favorite puppy pillow, the one that you gave him last Christmas with soft velvet ears on it. The same pillow he pretended to be upset about because "I am not your dog under any circumstance noona", but that quickly became his support item, bringing it with him any time he had to sleep away from home. His long legs, wrapped in his comfiest sweats, are crossed under you, a fluffy duvet covering them and offering you a soft support for your head.

"Minnie, we did literally nothing all afternoon" you sigh, twisting you head a bit to catch a glimpse of him. His fingers are slowly working on your scalp, braiding lazily your hair and combing it behind your ears. He is been doing that for a few minutes now and you are starting to feel a little bit sleepy.

"I know, but we've been working like crazy lately. Just two days off are not enough to restore our energy".

Seungmin is right. You both work in the complaint deparment of a big toy store and, being now Christmas just around the corner, you have been literally living inside your own offices. Even if you technically work in the same building, you have separated work places and this results in you seeing each other just at home, late at night.

This is your first day off after two long weeks, and you decided to spend it together in the way you most enjoy, staying home and watching your favorite tv show while napping on your big couch. You baked cookies after lunch, and the smell of raisins and cinnamon is still lingering in the air. You are currently on your sixth episode of your show, two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the tv table in front of you, still too hot for you to drink them.

"I know baby. It's been really stressful. I've been missing you a lot".

Seungmin shifts a little on the couch to sit properly, gently making you lean with your back against his chest. His arms link around your tummy in a soft hug while he rests his head on top of yours, quiet puffs of air moving your hair.

"We have two days for ourselves now. I missed you like crazy too. I hate doing stuff by myself, you know. And also eating at my desk alone. I just want to share my food with you all the time".

You coo sweetly, making him scrunch his nose.

"Minnie you know I hate that seaweed stew you make from the bottom of my heart", you tease him, snuggling more on his chest and letting your head fall against his shoulder.

"Okay, is this the reward for my love? You know I cringe so bad when I say sweet stuff like this and you still make fun of me. You are mean, noona".

He laughs and dips the tip of his nose in your hair, breathing the perfume of your shampoo mixed with the cookies scent.

It's always been like this with the two of you. you've been together for years now, but the scenario never changed. Seungmin pretends to hate romance and sweet talk, but he is always the first one initiating it, exactly like he also pretends to hate when you make fun of him, but he ends up squirming and laughing and kissing you softly as a response to your teasing.

"Oh no, my poor precious baby, don't pout. You know I love my puppy's homecooked meals".

You giggle, amused by the direction your talk is taking and you scooch with your hips until you are lying completely on your boyfriend's chest, warmth spreading heavenly on your body.

Seungmin stays quiet and squeezes you in his arms a little bit more, brushing your cheek with his forehead, without answering to your joke.

"Min?" you ask, moving yourself slightly to turn your head and look at him.

When he raises his gaze to look at you, you find him blushing furiously, cheeks as red as mature apples and shy eyes, and the realization hits you. Oh, okay, this is what we are playing.

To be completely honest, this is not the first time you joke around calling Seungmin your puppy just to see him all squirmy and flustered, far from it. But it usually ends with him blabbering nothings in a frown and you peppering kisses on his face until he smiles wide, all teeth and braces. But it's been a couple of stressful weeks, as you said. And since you had no time to spend with each other except for the hours you were sleeping together at night, you didn't consider that your boyfriend, even as serious and uptight as he might seem, could be a little pent up.

Usually the dynamics between the two of you are solidly established, and Seungmin has never been embarassed to show you his submissive side, even at the beginning of your relationship. Overtime, both of you simply fell in the roles you were more comfortable with, and you really love his sweet tendency of being pliant and malleable under you. But, even if you experimented a lot in bed, talking openly about your own preferences and possible kinks that you might have, you have never addressed pet play per se, having never crossed your mind Seungmin would ever consider it.

And now, ta-dah, just a couple of dry weeks for the two of you and, out of the blue, what you did a billion times before without any problem, suddenly becomes concrete. Seungmin is currently still red and flushed and he is pressing your body against his, helped by the position you are on and the fact that you are squished firmly agains the sofa with your warm duvet covering you.

"Minnie, baby" you starts hesitantly, twisting you head a little more and readjusting yourself to face him completely, "are you okay? Did I bother you?" you ask him slowly.

If you have to do this you have to be completely, one hundred percent sure, that you are seeing things right and he is fully on board with this. But Seungmin is gripping at your hips like his life depends on it and his breathe is now beginning to be slightly herratic while he looks at you with the glassiest eyes.

"Noona..." he hiccups, frowning a bit and hiding his face on the crook of your neck. His hands are steady and firm on the fabric of your hoodie and he pulls it a little, hugging you completely.

"Baby boy", you whisper, disentagling your arms from his tight embrace to bring them on his shoulders, slowly starting to massage the upper part of his back. "Minnie" you kiss his temple and run the fingers on the feverish skin above the hem of his shirt. "Puppy", you try again, lowering your head and nibbling the lobe of his ear, sucking it into your mouth.

He moans loudly, falling completely on your body and starting to tremble against your chest. You hum pleasantly, tracing the shell of his ear with your tongue before pulling with your fingers a few locks of his hair, distancing his face from yours. Seungmin is completely wrecked already, tears forming at the corner of his eyes and lips parted, the metal of his braces tickling the soft skin of his mouth. He is truly a vision like this, all flushed and just yours, ready to take everything that you are gonna give him and to be pleasured the way he knows you will do.

You look at him fondly, slowly caressing his face with your thumbs and dragging them to his cupid bow, pinching it and then smearing the little bit of saliva collected there.

"My angel... I've been neglecting you for so long, isn't it true? What a bad owner I am, having such a nice puppy at home and leaving him alone for the longest time".

Seungmin keens at the words, closing his eyes and pushing his hips against yours, fully sitting on your lap now.

"But now I have you all for me, mh? Now I have all the time of the world to play with my sweet puppy. I am gonna give him all the things that he wants, I will make up for the time I lost".

You take your boyfriend's chin on the palm of your hand and you close the distance between the two of you, your lips brushing lightly on his. You can hear Seungmin panting, struggling to breathe properly and you could swear you can feel the beats of his heart loudly pumping blood inside his chest.

"And now? Are you gonna greet me for coming back home to play with you, mh?"

Seungmin, completely uncapable of talking, nods quickly, swallowing the pool of saliva on his mouth and he waits for your soothing voice to tell him what to do now.

"Good puppy, my good boy. I was sure. You will listen me very well, right? You will do everything I ask you".

Seungmin moans deeply. You can feel his cock throbbing under the fabric of his sweats, painfully constricted and pressed against your clothed cunt. Your tone is sickenly sweet and it makes his head light, his body feeling sticky and warm with arousal. He finds the power to nod one more time, thrusting his hips just a little, as if he was trying to contain himself.

"That's what I was thinking. I will do all the work for you, okay? You just have to obey. Don't even have to think anymore. Just empty that cute puppy head of yours and listen to me".

Seungmin doesn't even have to agree to this, his brain so floaty already that he feels almost like passing out from the embarassment and the hot feeling spreading all over his aching body. He mewls cutely when you take his face between your hands and he looks at you as if you were the only thing anchoring him to the real world.

"Open your mouth for me, puppy".

As soon as he hears you speaking, his body immediately reacts at your commands. He parts his swollen lips and his tongue automatically lolls out. You smile, humming your approval, and you bring your thumb inside his mouth, caressing his muscle until he is cutely gagging around your digit.

"Oh no, puppy, your tongue is so wet... you are drooling all over yourself. What can we do?"

Seungmin hiccups and trembles above you, losing all the control over his lower limbs. He feels like exploding and, without even wanting, he messily grinds his hips, humping once your leg. You are quick to tsk and shake your head, gripping his hips and keeping them still, pushing your covered core up against his hardened cock instead. He is so hard that you can distinctly feel his engorged head even under the layer of his pants, all puffy and swollen and wet, a small patch decorating the front.

"Oh-please... ah-p-please".

You keep maneuvering him like a doll, until you are satisfied with the position, with him straddling one of your leg, the tip of his spongy cock all pressed against your warm cunt. Then you look at him with fake disappointment.

"My sweet angel... I thought puppies didn't speak, or do they? I think I'll have to keep your pretty mouth occupied with something else then".

You make yourself enough space to take off your hoodie and shirt together, throwing them somewhere on the floor near the couch. Seungmin's eyes lay on your breasts, covered by a filmsy old bra that you usually wear just at home, making your nipples perk out of the fabric.

"You wanna suck on them, right Minnie? Puppy's gonna keep drooling if he doesn't put his mouth at use".

You unclip your bra with one hand, and one of your tits pops out, escaping from the constraint of the cotton. Seungmin whines patetically and he circles his hips on your thigh, precum leaking out from his pants and staining your sweats as well.

When you pull off completely the indument, your hand finds Seungmin's hair, pulling him towards your breasts and letting him face them, but still keeping him from touching them.

With a long sigh you let his hair go and Seungmin looks up to you, begging you with his watery eyes to let him do something.

"Go ahead, pup, lick", you concede eventually.

Seungmin wastes no time and he frantically attaches his mouth at one of your hardened nubs, cupping the breast with both of his hands and suffocating himself on it. He starts to quickly suck on your nipple as he was trying to drink from it, moaning and drooling while the room is filled with squelching and wet sounds from all the spit he is producing.

"Mh... my sweet boy, my good boy. Sucking on me like the pup he is. Go on, baby, make a mess, I want you to soak me with your spit. Making me so wet you cannot even tell the difference between my tits and my pussy".

Seungmin cries on your breast, the sound muffled by your skin, and he keep sucking your nipple messily, hands firm and hard on your tit, massaging it and stopping just to take fat licks on the skin below, drool all over your stomach and tummy, wetting the elastic of your pants.

You feel your pussy pulsating and throbbing on your panties, slick gushing rentlessly out of it and probably covering the fabric of the sofa as well. Seungmin's cock is rock hard over you, the fat tip already pocking out of his underwear band because of his movements.

You bring your hand to the hem of his pants and you lower them even more, Seungmin's cock finally springing free from the cotton. As soon as he feels the air hitting his aching muscle, Seungmin keens and bite softly at your nipple.

"Puppy, ah- you are making a mess for real... look at you, you don't even know how to move. Too dumb and sweet to do anything".

Your words make him squirm on your chest and he starts to wetly hump your abdomen, thick cock sliding on the skin of your tummy, completely drenched from all his saliva.

"Pup, you have to stop or you're gonna cum on my chest... I can feel you dripping already".

You take your hand to his cock and you fist him steadily, slick gushing out of his slit so much that it looks like he cummed already, covering your fingers with precum and making the most obscene sound.

Seungmin's legs shake violently and he lets out the more devastated sound you ever heard coming out of his mouth, tears finally spilling from his eyes and mouth hanging open.

"AH- ah mh pleas-ah please oh god oh GOD please please p-please ah mh".

At this point every second spent in torturing him is torturing you as well, so you start to jerk him off quickly, his tip bumping on your belly button at every stroke and his whines becoming sobs when you use your other hand to cup his balls and massage them.

"Pup, you have so much cum to give me, I feel it, you are so tight. I want you to pump me full until I am dripping. Can you do it? I am so wet, puppy, you can just slide in".

You stop touching him to get rid of the rest of your clothes and Seungmin almost screams at the lack of pressure on him.

"Don't cry baby, I want you too. I want you so much, look".

You schimmy your panties and you let them fall on the floor, opening your legs in front of him and bringing two of your fingers to your entrance, spreading your lips to make him see the quantity of slick gushing out of your hole, thighs trembling a bit for the position.

"See, pup? See how wet you made me? Wanna feel how wet I am inside too? Come here, puppy. Take your fat dumb cock and fuck me open. My puppy didn't fuck me for the longest time and now I am so tight, so wet for him. Two pumps and I will be full".

Seungmin moans loudly at your words and, sniffling from pleasure, he takes his cock on his hand and brushes the head against your folds, juices covering his shaft immediately while he pushes it inside. Your pussy ingulfs the tip and he falls on you, shaking and crying.

You moan at the pleasant stretch, bringing your hands to the small of his back and pushing him against you, letting his throbbing cock all inside of you in just one thrust.

"AH, I am - mh - I-I'm not - ah - Minnie's not - ah".

Seungmin sighs on your neck, hips beginning to pound without a rythm, and you know what he is trying to say.

"I'm not gonna last either pup, you made me so close, I am going to cum already".

You grip his hips and try to keep them steady to regulate his pushes, but he is so lost in pleasure that he continues to slam himelf into you messily, pounding hard and burying himself into your tight heath.

It takes just one more minute for him to start to lose it completely. Your pussy and thighs completely wet by now and his cock bumping on your cervix at every thrust.

When he pulls out almost completely and his soggy tip squelches your clit, you come with a loud moan, your cunt all drooly and pink and leaking all of your release, squeezing his cock just right. Seungmin keeps your legs wide open and he slams into you two more times before pulling out and cumming all over your pussy with a whiny sob, painting you white with his cum and soaking you even more.

He collapses on you without even breathing, your warm and sticky bodies glued together in a tight embrace. You spend a few minutes hugged like this, not worrying about how gross you are right now, but just catching breath and kissing lazily on your lips.

"I love you" you whisper softly, pushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

"I love you too noona. So much" he murmurs "but..."

"But what?" you look at him, frowning.

"... but that puppy pillow is now ruined forever for me" he sighs in shame.

©️ jilixthinker, 2023. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Beard (Billy Butcher)

Drabble about Billy’s Beard and Y/N wanting to see him without it.

Word Count: 661

“When’s the last time you shaved your beard?” Y/N asked him. He looked over at her and set down his drink. “Why? Am I not pretty enough for ya anymore?” He jokingly asked. Y/N let out a laugh. “You aren’t what I would call pretty.” She said. He scooted closer to her on the couch. “Then what would you call me?” She set down her drink and shrugged. She leaned back on the couch. “Hot, Sexy, Mysterious.” She listed and he chuckled. He leaned back too and pulled her into his lap.

“No but seriously, when's the last time?” She asked, looking up at him. He was playing with her hair. “I stopped shaving after I thought Becca died.” He told her. Her eyes softened and she felt bad for even asking. Becca was a hard topic to talk about. She was there for him when he found out that Becky was alive and had a child. They weren’t dating yet but she still was there for him. Even when they were dating and Becca was killed she still never made him feel like shit for being upset or crying.

Becca was his wife and probably still would be if it wasn’t for Homelander. She never liked to think of the what ifs and even Billy told her that he loved her now and that he always will. “You okay?” He asked her, pulling her out of her thoughts. She nodded and snuggled into his tummy. “Just curious as to what you look like without a beard.” She mumbled into his stomach. He chuckled and stopped playing with her hair. “Maybe someday, Love.” He told her.

That conversation had been long forgotten about. It had been a month since it happened and frankly she didn’t think about it anymore. Billy was nervous. He had bought a razor and stared at it for some time before he made his decision. He hadn’t done this in years, and had no reason to. But now he did and though his nerves were through the roof about it, he wanted to see Y/N’s reaction. So he turned it on and brought the razor to his face and started shaving. There was no going back now as he watched the hair fall from his face. 

Y/N was in the kitchen making The Boys and herself dinner. The others weren’t back yet from whatever they were doing but should be soon. She hadn’t seen Billy in about an hour. He was probably catching up on some sleep or research, she thought. The door opened and she didn’t bother looking up from the stove as she greeted him. “Hey babe.” She said. He was so nervous to see her reaction, he was hoping that if she was disgusted or didn’t like it she could hide it well. “Hey.” He said. The tone of his voice sounded like he was nervous so she looked over at him in concern. She gasped and dropped the spatula in her hand.

There he, Billy Butcher, stood in the kitchen without a beard. Her jaw dropped as she just stared at him. Shook being the only evident thing on her face. He just looked back at her, waiting for words. “Well, What do ya think?” He asked her, nervous about the silence. She turned off the stove and walked over to him. Her hands cupped his face and felt the smooth skin that she hadn’t touched before. She looked at him in awe. “Oh my gosh.” She whispered. “Do you like it?” He asked her. She nodded. “Yeah.” She said before kissing him. He kissed her back, happy that she liked it. While they were kissing, The Boys happened to walk through the door. “Would you two get a room?” MM asked. They pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck off ya Cunt.” Billy said and the others gasped. “You shaved your beard!” Frenchie exclaimed. Y/N nodded. “And he looks pretty damn good too.” 

[megamindsecretlair]

Sunshine

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI., multiple uses of n-word and derogatory names. You are in charge of your own reading experience! Intentional use of AAVE. Porn without plot. Cursing, PIV, oral (both male and fem receiving), derogatory language, possession kink, size kink, all consensual.

Summary: At a house party, you meet Tyrone. Common sense flies out the window as you two sneak off for some fun.

Word Count: 2,462k

A/N: I...I have no excuses for myself. And I debated on posting this or not. But I've been feral since the movie came out and I've been gobbling up all the fics I can find. Just wanted to contribute. Of course Fontaine is fine, but I'm a West Coast girlie. Likes are awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers. If you're not Black, please don't reblog.

You bent over to get a tequila soda from the cooler when you felt a presence next to you. You looked up and it took everything in you not to drop your jaw. The man was gorgeous. Beautiful dark skin, thick with two C’s, and a wide smile. He licked them big, juicy lips and smirked at you.

He tugged on one of your braids. “You too good to be hanging around here,” he said. Oh god, his voice was fine too. No, he was dangerous. But you couldn’t make your legs move away.

“What you talkin’ about?” You managed to ask.

“You one of them good girls that always got her nose in a book,” he said. He sipped whatever was in his cup. From the faint smell of it, it was probably Henny. It always was. 

You laughed and shook your head. “I know you’re not talking about stereotypes.” You pointed to his outfit and then pointed to a group of guys on the other side of the cooler. They all wore Khaki dickie shorts, high black socks, Chucks, and a sweatshirt or flannel. He noticed and chuckled. 

“It’s comfortable,” he said. He took in your outfit: a short, blue summer dress and sandals. But the way he took the time to peruse you, study you, had you drinking out of your cup to avoid smiling like an idiot.

“Whatever. And what’s so wrong with having my nose in a book?” 

“You too pure to hang around some hood niggas. Probably like them crew cut muthafuckas, right?” 

You laughed and shook your head. If only he knew…the hundreds, if not thousands at this point, pages of smut you inhaled on a weekly basis. “Definitely not. What other stereotypes you got for me?” 

“You got a curfew, don’t you? Some nice nigga in your DMs askin’ to take you out,” he continued. 

A few other people at the house party moved over to grab drinks. You moved out of their way, moving closer to him. Damn, he smelled so damn good. The right mix of clean soap and cologne. He wasn’t the type to take a bath in it.

“Wrong, wrong, and wrong,” you said. He tugged on your braid again. You scrunched up your face, pretending to be upset. He grinned. 

“I’m Tyrone,” he said. He held out his hand.

You introduced yourself and took his hand. He shook it but refused to let go. Instead he pulled you closer and kissed your cheek. 

“I got to worry about someone comin’ to fight me over your pretty ass?” He asked. 

“No!” You said with a laugh. 

“Good, because I ain’t trynna catch a body over you,” he whispered in your ear, sending shivers from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Murder was not a sexy subject. And yet…

“Now sir, who said I even want to entertain you?” You asked. You sipped your drink. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his. 

He smirked and leaned in again. “Bet. Let me see them panties, then,” he said. He studied your body: your thick thighs, tummy, and chubby cheeks.

Shit. You laughed and ran your tongue over your teeth. There was a damp spot in your panties growing by the second. You desired this man. You were actively lusting after him. Everything in your head told you to walk away. He was trouble with a capital T. A verified hood nigga. 

You grinned and took his hand, weaving in and out of people grinding on the dance floor. Tupac and Dre blasted through the speakers. Red solo cups were high in the air as people showed out. 

You caught the eye of your best friend and waved. She noticed that you were holding Tyrone’s hand and she grinned, tapping her fist against the wall she leaned on. A man stood beside her with his hand on her waist. Both of ya’ll wasn’t making it home early tonight. 

You tugged Tyrone towards the stairs. Everyone had converged into the basement with the strict promise not to disturb upstairs. That was already out of the window as multiple people were on the first level making out. But you wanted to do more than make out.

You pulled him deeper into the house, heading towards an empty bedroom. You checked the room and there was no one in it. Tyrone pushed you in and locked the door behind him. He turned on the light and grinned at you.

“Not so good, are you?” He asked. He pulled you closer. His warm hands circled your waist and pulled you flush against him, you could feel his thick cock against your thigh.

“Oh shit,” you gasped. 

He chuckled. “You tappin’ out?” He asked. 

Fresh arousal gushed out of you and you bit back a moan. “I want you,” you said. Your body was on fire from how much you wanted him. 

As if that’s what he was waiting on, he crashed his lips against yours. His sexy brown lips kissed and sucked your bottom lip. He pushed his tongue inside. You tasted the Henny on his breath and moaned. You grabbed onto the sleeves of his flannel, needing something to hold on to.

He pushed you backwards as he continued to kiss you. The back of your legs hit the bed. Instead of pushing you on to it, he turned you around.

“Knees, pretty girl,” he said. 

You dropped instantly. He chuckled as he looked down at you. He ran a hand over his jaw. “You always listen that well?” He asked.

“Only when I want to,” you said and grinned. 

He took off his flannel and black T-shirt and removed his black tank. He worked at his belt, loosening it and pulling the zipper down. His dick sprang free with a light little bounce. You licked your lips.

Dicks were not pretty. Full stop. However, his was gorgeous. It was long and girthy and curved a little bit. The more you stared, the harder he seemed to get. He pumped himself a few times and tapped your lips with it. Precum painted a coat on your lips and you licked it up. 

“Let’s see how good you are,” he said. 

He sat on the bed and you scooted closer, looking at him while you lowered your mouth. You took the tip in first, getting used to the salty taste of him. You flattened your tongue and swirled it around. 

“Stop playin’ and get to work,” he said. You giggled and really got to work. If he wanted to think you were a goody two-shoes, then so be it.

You sucked him in and got to work. You played with his dripping cock. You used both hands to twist as you sucked. Spit ran down his dick and you gathered it up with your fingers to properly lube him up.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. You saw his eyes widen and roll towards the ceiling. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down further. You gagged a few times but kept going, licking his fat tip.

“Damn bitch,” he groaned. “Help me bust this nut and I’ll take good care of you.” 

You kept sucking and added more pressure. He jerked a few times. With no warning, hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat. You swallowed it all and licked the corner of your mouth to catch the rest.

He panted as he watched you do it and his eyes grew darker. “Bed.” 

You stood up, feeling your wetness between your thighs. You walked over to the bed. Before you sat down, he kissed you and bit your lip. “You’re mine.”

You sighed and your pussy clenched around nothing. Those two words were almost enough to undo you. He gripped your hips roughly and pulled at your dress until it was on the floor next to his clothes. Your panties came next. He rubbed it between his fingers once it was off of you.

“And I’m keeping these too.”

“No, you’re not. Those are mine.” The sharp smack to your ass was heard before it was felt. Stinging pain blossomed on your meaty ass. 

You cried out and he did it again. He smacked you a few more times before you were pushing your ass against him for more. He chuckled. When it was clear he wasn’t going to smack you again, you climbed into the bed but you were moving too slow for him. He grabbed your legs and flipped you over like a pancake. Then he yanked you until half your ass was hanging off of the bed.

He knelt down slowly and spread your legs the farthest he could get them. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy too. Yeah, all of this is mine,” he said. His breath fanned over your exposed pussy making you shake.

“You can’t own pussy, nigga,” you said.

This muthafucka bit your thigh. You yelled out. He bit your other thigh, harder. “I’m ‘bout to write my name on it.”

You wanted to argue. As much as you wanted this fool, there was no way in hell…

“Oh god.” You had no breath left in your lungs. Your entire body froze as his tongue began to play with your clit. He lapped up your juices and inhaled it. He ate it like a starving man. Like a nigga just released from jail. 

You began to move away. It was too much and too intense. You pushed at his hands. His tongue dived into your pussy and you moaned and screamed. He locked his arms around your thighs and held you open for him to devour.

As his tongue fucked you, one of his thumbs pressed into your clit. You slapped at his hand. “I’m not stoppin’ so quit that shit,” he growled. You locked eyes with him. His mouth and jaw was covered with your juices. A mix of drool and your arousal dripped from his lips. He licked those same lips as he stared you down. 

You nodded. He went back to eating you out like it was his full time job. He suckled and flicked at your clit. He rubbed his nose in it. Your belly tightened as your orgasm rose up inside of you quicker than it had ever come. You tossed your head back onto the bed as you screamed your release out. He kept eating you out through it.

As you came down, you twitched as he licked one last time. You stared at the ceiling questioning your life’s choices to bring you to this moment. Tyrone chuckled as he cleaned his face off with his tank. 

“You think I’m done with you, bitch?” He asked.

The only thing you could do was half grunt and half laugh. No man was allowed to call you a bitch. And he’s done it twice now and you ain’t even mad.

He helped you sit up further on the bed. Then he laid on top of you, pulling you by the chin to kiss. His tongue swiped against yours in a deep, nasty kiss. As if he wanted you to taste what he did. You tasted yourself on his tongue and it had you moaning and seeking more.

He leaned up on his knees and pumped his dick. “This gon’ hurt, but you’ll be alright.” 

He grabbed your knees and pushed them down against the bed. He ran his thick cock over your clit and gathered up as much lubrication as he could. He slid the tip in and you moaned. “Fuck, Tyrone!” 

He leaned down and kissed you. “My name sounds pretty on your lips. Say it again.”

You refused. There was still an ounce of defiance in you. He slid in some more, stretching you. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” It stung but it also felt too good to tell him to stop. He kissed you again. “Say it.”

“Tyrone, please…” you begged. He kissed you again. “That’s my bitch.”

He kept going. Inch by delicious inch until he bottomed out. He held himself off of you as you adjusted to the sheer size of him. He was easily the biggest you had ever taken and you worried that you would never want anything else. How could anyone compare after that?

He trailed kisses along your jaw and the corner of your mouth. He whispered how pretty you were and how you were his. “So fuckin’ pretty takin’ this dick.”

He kissed and nibbled on your neck until you began to relax. Then, he started moving. He pulled out and then went back in just as slowly. Nigga was a professional at this shit.

As you relaxed and got back to moaning and crying, he sped up his thrusts. “Shit, this pussy feel so good.” He looked down at himself sliding in and out of you. Your arousal gushed out of you, spilling down your ass cheeks. 

He twisted his hips and hit a spot deep inside you. “Oh fuck!” Your hips bucked off the bed. You grabbed at the sheets beneath you. 

“That’s it.” He chuckled as he kept hitting that spot, over and over. One hand gripped your leg to keep you open for him. His other hand pressed down on your belly. The added pressure had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you stuttered as your second orgasm steamrolled through you. He kept driving into you. 

“Tyrone…” you warned. Though you didn’t know what for. You didn’t want him to stop. Your body felt like it was both buried underground and six feet in the air. Your legs ached from him holding you open but even that managed to feel good.

“You can give me one more,” he said.

“What?” You asked pathetically. Ain’t no fuckin’ way. 

“I want one more,” he growled. He kept pushing his thick cock into you. You tried to speak. To communicate that there was no way you could. 

He only smirked at you. His cornrows were damp with sweat. He quickened his pace and moved his hand from your stomach. His thumb played with your clit.

“Oh, shit, wait,” you moaned. 

“Ain’t no wait. Give me that shit,” he said. In no time at all, you were coming again and squeezing the hell out of his dick. He moaned and panted before pounding into you. He came on a hoarse moan, pushing so deep into you he probably did leave his name there. 

Hot ropes of cum squirted inside of you, painting every inch of wall he could find. He dropped his weight on you as you panted together.

He kissed your cheek. “Goddamn, bitch. I’m never letting you go.” 

You chuckled. Because you weren’t letting his ass go neither.

[eccentricallygothic]

for a fic idea: chris evans x reader going on a date to a carnival and then having a picnic

Thank you so much for the ask/request! This is literally the first Chris as Chris piece I've ever written omg! I prefer to write requests in hc form so I hope you don't mind…? Hope you enjoy <3 

Disclaimer: For whatever it's worth, this is a fictional version of Chris hence fanFICTION because I don't know him in real life and I don't want to either so no silly talk from anyone, please <3

Warning(s): Fluff, kissing, rides, minor consensual groping, tickling, picnic.

Note: Reader is definitely gender-neutral. Requests are open. 

Chris definitely spoils. 

He's one of those boyfriends who tower over pretty much everyone else in the crowd and have to constantly move his broad shoulders around to avoid touching anyone else.

Holds your hand very tight in his bigger one.

Because he knows how upset you get if someone pushes you both apart as it has happened in the past, resulting in you almost getting lost and crying. 

Has to wear a cap to avoid being recognized so you prefer to hang near the areas where there's masquerades and the like so you can enjoy some privacy as well as freedom. 

Buys you basically everything you look at. 

He's definitely the kind of person who is always so excited about the rides that he drags his partner with him while promising them that he will be there with them and they can hold his hand. 

Isn't a lie, man protects you like it's his job. 

But has more embarrassing photos of you on said rides than you'd like to admit. 

So much carnival food and mini games. 

Coming back home from such places with a huge stuffie is mandatory. 

"Chris!" You squeal as you struggle to jog beside him, your breath hot in your masquerade mask and a hand on your bulging tummy. All you had said was that the caramel popcorn smelt nice. And then you had had to deal with a whole tub of it after he had already bought you so many things to eat before. "Hang on, oh my God!" 

It is cute how his 'mature' age has not harmed his vivacity because it makes him so fun to be around. He is very easy going and just plain comfortable. You don't have to worry about pretending in front of him and he doesn't do it either. 

His good nature and open display of his affection for you is always heartwarming and honestly… downright attractive. 

A confident man who plays no games with nothing but love and adoration to offer.  

"Come on, baby! The photo booth is finally empty!" Chris is excited like a child as he basically shoves the coins in the slot. He has had an eye on the previously packed booth for a while now. 

It was little things like this that mattered to him a lot. 

From your favorites to little souvenirs, cute clips and pictures of you to how you liked your drinks, all your little rituals and what each of your facial expressions meant to everything else, he had them all memorized through quiet observation. 

Being the extrovert that he is, your boyfriend is otherwise very vocal about his affection for you but that does not mean that he makes a show of these things. 

They're just little things that he likes to do for you; his precious baby.

You yelp and then giggle when he plops his butt down on the seat inside the booth with a loud smack before pulling you in with him– more like, on him. 

"Chris!" The squeal has no effect on him and he goes on his goofy ways as you both pose with your masks on for some pictures. 

Then something suddenly shifts in your boyfriend, as it often does when you're in his general vicinity, and he pushes his mask up before doing the same to yours after turning your face towards his. 

His lips are on yours before you know it and his hands bolt from your waist and knee right to your ass, the tight squeeze making you draw in a sharp breath against his mouth. 

The clicks of the camera keep on going as you circle his neck with your arms, pulling him closer and letting his tongue dominate your mouth as you whimper from his natural dominance that comes out in moments like these. 

He doesn't have hardcore tastes for intimate activities but he is always willing to try for you. 

"Taste so good as always, baby" Chris is breathless when he finally pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, the reel reaching its limit at the same time; almost as if it's aware of how private the moment is. 

It's the little quirks. How he wraps his arm around your waist when you become too self aware in public sometimes, or how he tightens his hold on your hand when there's a crowd, the way he's always looking over you and covering the edges and corners of the furniture around you with his hand to make sure it doesn't nick you and how he goes the extra mile to make sure you're reassured and comfortable.

You love this man with your whole heart.

"Or maybe it's all that caramel popcorn" you tease and he widens his bright blue eyes, thick lashes decorating the area below his eyebrows in the prettiest way. 

"Caramel popcorn?!" You start giggling at the comical way he says it. "Did someone say caramel popcorn?!" You know what's coming and so your Snickers increase in volume and you protestingly bounce on his lap, vehemently shaking your head and trying to get away but Chris is a strong man. "THE TICKLE MONSTER ALSO WANTS SOME CARAMEL POPCORN!" You throw your head back and your body twists when his fingers dig into your sides, the blush that his kisses had caused on your face now darkening due to how you were screeching against him, your tummy in pain from all the laughing. 

It's only when there's tears in your eyes and the annoyed people waiting outside call out for you two that you sheepishly step out with your masks down.

This particular carnival has cute little tent-like pavilions facing a huge screen in one of the prettiest gardens that you have ever seen. You don't have to do more than tug at Chris' sleeve and he follows your gaze before buying you two a spot. 

He insists that you don't pay for anything and to let him spoil you because all he wants is the unconditional love and genuine companionship that you provide him.

And honestly, who are you to reject all that Marvel money?

Just kids and jokes, of course. You try to chip in when you can but damn, it's hard to do that when your boyfriend is literally Chris Evans. 

The rest of the evening goes by with the both of you sipping some soda and feeding each other light snacks as some romcom plays on the screen, your form perched between his limbs with you back to his chest, Chris' chin propped on the top of your head and his thick arms cocooned around your body. 

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Really hope you liked it <3 

[vulpixisananimal]

Carrion!Sif AU, Chapter 1.

ACT 1, The Hunger.

(Au origonaly by @traumaboyexo. it's so cool. I'm 100% going to do more of this.)

"Siffrin!"

(You're lying down in the field near Dormont. You had a weird dream about eating a star. You smell cherries, Mirabelle was calling your name.)

". . . Siffrin?" (She's looming over you now, your Housemaiden.) "Good morning! Or, well more like good afternoon I guess. Were you taking a nap? That's just like you. . . Only you could sleep peacfully at a time like this, hee hee."

(You're too sleepy to talk, you close your eye again.)

"You're still half asleep, aren't you. I'll let you sleep a bit longer, but not too long!!"

(. . . Ugh. You can't stay here, like this. The sun was nice, and you could smell the birds in the air. The people in the village. The faint and distinct smell Mirabelle carried with her. But you were getting hungry, really, really hungry.)

(Wake up, Siffrin. You have a country to save.)

>>>

(Statues, big and small, all with different faces. Some jump up and down, some are sad, some are happy. The Change God, Deity of all of Vaugarde, stands before you.)

(So much has happened over the last few months, since you met Mirabelle. You helped save them from a sadness, and you were here to defeat the King. They were nice, they were your familly.)

(Mirabelle, Isabeau, Odile, Bonniface. Each of them had been your best friends, or at least allies. You hoped you were friends, at least.)

(Mirabelle once asked if you were ok with following them on your journey. You truthfully answered that this had been the happiest you'd ever been. But, that just made her look upset.)

(You cringe just thinking about it, truth be told.)

(You're still hungry.)

>>>

"Don't worry about a thing, then. Can I get you anything on the house? A croissant, maybe? . . . Incredible, incredible. I've never seen someone give such a look of disdain when offered croissant."

"A Pain Au Chocolate, then. Only monsters don't like Pain Au Chocola."

(You like those! You nod!!)

"Ha, one Pain Au Chocolate, coming up."

(You got the Pain Au Chocolate!! Yay!!)

(You know they're really, really bad for your stomach. But it's still warm! Smells of butter and chocolate. You try and restrain yourself with one small bite. But you're so hungry, it smells so good!! You take one bite, and another, and another!!)

". . . Not gonna lie, seeing a tiny one like you eat like a rabid beast. . . That was distrubing, but also weirdly satisfying."

(Haha, this was future Siffrins problem.)

>>>

(The Favor Tree looms above you.)

(You look around for a good leaf, one to represent you. You need it for the Favor Tree, after all.)

(A wish, a wish. . . Favor Trees must be popular around Vaugarde, these days. Everyone must be wishing for the same thing. So, why should you join them, then? What's one more wish on the pile. Something small. . .)

(You wish for. . .)

>>>

"Phew, Bonbon! That was DE-LI-CIOUS!!"

(It was really, really good!! You ate every bite on your plate! It was sooooo tasty, but now your tummy was feeling upset. Damn you, past Siffrin!! But, you could still eat more!!)

"Aw Siff, are you still hungry?" (Isabeau asks.)

"Frin, you ate a lot, huh!! You liked my cooking a lot, huh!!! Here, have some more food since you're so hungry and like my cooking so much."

(Bonnie gives you one (1) carrot slice. It smelled tasty!)

(Chomp.)

"Won't that give you a stomach ache? Nevermind that, how can you still eat after all that food?" (Odile asks, concerned.)

"I'm a growing kid!" (You reply, cheekily.)

"A growing kid that drinks achohol?!?"

"You're older than most of the people here?!?"

(You wink cutely.)

"I suppose we're lucky to get some meat for you all the way out here." (Odile sighs.) "What a strange diet you have."

(You shrug. You've always been like this.)

>>>

(You step into the House of Change. It feels. . . Wrong. You have a tingling on the back of your neck. A tingling you'd always get when something was "off.")

(A house frozen in time. A faint smell of sugar slicing through the air. It was strange, but still you were confident. You could smell your companions following you, step by step. Each as distinct as the next.)

(You're hungry again.)

(You smell a sadness ahead.)

>>>

(Huh?)

"Is something wrong, Siffrin?" (Asks Odile.)

(You look around. There, behind you, there was a flickering white. . . Star?)

"Did you see that light?" (You ask.)

"A light?" (Mirabelle looks concerned.)

"Something wrong, Sif?" (Isa adds.)

(You walk over to the light and point to it.)

". . . . . . ?"

(So they can't see it? It smelled of sugar.)

(You reach out and touch the light.)

>>>

(Traps? Traps?)

"A job for me then." (You say, cheekily.)

"It is your job."

"Protect us, trap master!"

(Not the first time you had to reassure Mirabelle. Time to look around.)

(You look around the room. Checking each wall, checking the floors, checking the pillars. You felt the brickwork for anything, a hidden switch, a pressure plate, anything. It all smelled of... Sugar, and old stone. Well maintained, it smelled of people too. You could smell. . . Fear, worry, no, no that was Mirabelles. She smelled of fear, it smelled. . .)

(You're hungry again.)

(There's nothing here. You can't find any switches, so. . .)

"So? So are we safe?? We're not safe, are we!! This is the death corridor!!! There must be a trap--"

(Oh come on now.) "There's nothing weird in here."

"But there must be!!"

"Aw, Mira. . ."

"Belle, Belle, don't worry about it. Frin isn't good at many things, but they know stuff about traps."

(Hey. . .)

"Right, if we can't trust the one who's supposed to lead us THIS early, this wont bode well for later."

(HEY--)

"But! But!"

"We're not dead yet." (You say, stepping through the hall.)

"W-well, that's true. . ."

"We HAVE been in this room for a while. . . And Siffrin has been walking everywhere. So if it was weight sensitive, it would have gone off by now."

"Exactly! It's all fine!!"

"Oh. . . Yeah, yeah okay! I'll believe you! Sorry for worrying, I'm a little on edge."

(You smile at them.) "We're good, Mira, see?" (You walk to the center of the room.)

"Everythings fine!"

(. . . . The back of your neck tingles. Somethings-)

(CRACK.)

(THUD.)

[rebelwhump]

Donuts & Tummyaches

This story is set in the future of my current timeline, but I’ve struggled to find the motivation to write and this just came easier. In this fic, we meet Julie, Alice’s (future) girlfriend.

cw: emeto, burping

—————

After returning home from her morning shift at the campus cafeteria, Alice stripped out of her constricting uniform and collapsed on her bed, not bothering to get under the covers. This is where her girlfriend, Julie, found her. They had plans to meet up for lunch, but Julie received a text from her an hour ago saying she felt like shit and asked for a rain check. Being a school nurse, and natural caretaker, Julie promptly messaged her back saying she was on her way.

“Hi love, how’re you feeling?” Julie sat down next to Alice on the bed and started to run her fingers through her blonde and blue hair, in an attempt to both comfort and check for a fever. The blonde was clammy, but cool to the touch.

“Nrrgh,” Alice grunted as she buried her face into the pillow.

“I see. Could you be a bit more specific?” Julie pried with a slight smirk on her cherry lips.

“My belly feels all bloated and sloshy,” she admitted as she palmed the upset organ. Julie grimaced with sympathy.

“You definitely look uncomfortable. What did you have to eat today?”

“Not much,” Alice shrugged. “I ate a few leftover donuts this morning, an iced latte, and two energy drinks when I got to work.” Julie’s jaw dropped and she shook her head.

“Well no wonder your tummy is upset, my love. That’s a lot of liquid and sugar in a short amount of time!” The brunette rummaged through her oversized purse, the sound of pills being shook inside plastic bottles was all you could hear.

“Jesus! What do you have in there, an entire pharmacy?” Alice exclaimed.

“I am a nurse, silly.” The woman smiled. “I always come prepared. Especially when my patient is as adorable as you.” Alice rolled her eyes and rubbed at her swollen stomach, working up an airy belch. “Are you nauseous?”

“A little,” Alice confessed. “I just feel super gassy.” Another burp escaped, and she grimaced at the acidic fruity taste it left on her tongue.

“Why don’t we try an antacid?” She held out two tums. “Then I can rub your tummy and help you expel some of that trapped gas.” Her girlfriend sighed and accepted the medicine, chewing the chalky substance carefully. It left her mouth feeling sticky and dry. Swallowing thickly, she reached over to her nightstand and grabbed her half empty water bottle, gulping down the remaining liquid. A wet sounding burp followed shortly after and the other girl instructed her to lay back down and gently lifted her tank top.

Warm hands snaked along Alice’s bloated tummy, gurgling and sloshing fiercely with the additional liquid. Julie traced her hands over the taut skin, searching for pockets of air and pressing her fingertips in gently, coaxing up a few shallow burps that she could tell didn’t bring any relief to the blonde. Switching it up, she began to rub the sides of her belly, then slowly moved towards the center under her belly button. A few more burps. Using more pressure, Julie kneaded the bloat that puffed out over the seam of her lacy black panties.

“Careful, Jules! You’re gonna - urp - make me barf.” Alice let out a strained burp. Julie let up a bit, but continued kneading in an upwards motion towards the top of the girl's tummy, where it was the tightest. She felt, as well as heard, a thick gurgle that traveled up to Alice’s throat. An enormous belch erupted, one that momentarily shocked both women.

“Oh god, I needed that!” Alice breathed a sigh of relief. Julie giggled, looking pleased with herself, and playfully patted her girlfriend’s exposed belly. The relief was short lived though as another burp brought with it remnants from the blonde's unhealthy breakfast and she shot up in bed. She quickly swallowed it back down, then coughed to clear her throat. “Fuck…I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Just try to relax your abdominal muscles and take some deep breaths,” Julie instructed, planting a kiss on her partner's forehead.

“I’m actually - hic - not feeling so hot.” Alice burped again, this time covering her mouth with her hand.

“Do you need to throw up, love?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so. I just got really nauseous all of a sudden,” she admitted. Julie climbed off the bed and reached out her hands to help escort Alice to the bathroom.

Once she had her kneeling in front of the toilet, Alice’s stomach seemed to sense that it was time to hit the eject button, and a flood of mostly liquid made its way up and out with barely any effort.

“That’s it. Good girl,” Julie cooed, keeping the hair away from her face with one hand while she patted her back with the other. “Get it all up.”

There were a few more retches and another splash in the toilet bowl before she signaled that she was done. The young nurse wiped the snot and bile from her girlfriend's face with a wad of toilet paper, much to her displeasure, before reaching up to flush the offending contents down the drain.

“I’m not an invalid, ya know?” Alice frowned. “I can blow my own nose, Jules.”

“Hush, you,” the woman retorted while she continued to fuss over her. Although Alice acted tough, she could see the faintest hint of a smile on her face - a slight crack in her hard exterior shell. “Now let’s get you up off the floor and back to bed. You must be freezing.” Alice, who was still in a tank top and panties, nodded and let herself be enveloped in a warm hug before being led back to the bedroom.

[starsurface]

awn I loved the headcanons you made of mk11 johnny so much!

So, I realized that until now I haven't asked about my favorite character! and I was sick these days (thank God I'm better) and I want to project myself into him lo

l so could you please do sick regressor mk11 kung lao with lord raiden as his caregiver?

. . . I kinda made Kung Lao . . REALLY sick, for some reason. And I will admit that the Hcs are focused more on the fact of him being sick than small, sorry about that!! <3

WARNING: Throwing up, Bad flue

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Lord Raiden w/ Sick Regressor Kung Lao MK11 Hcs

⛈️ Lord Raiden does not often get sick

🔘 And most times Liu Kang can burn away his sickness with his fire powers

⛈️ So the only one that gets sick sick is Kung Lao (Liu Kang has gotten sick a few times, but it’s still rare-ish)

🔘 And when I say sick sick, I mean really sick :(

⛈️ Snotty nose, throwing up, coughing up a bunch of flem, none of it’s a good time

🔘 ^ Normally Kung Lao tries to push through his sickness, the Great Kung Lao doesn’t need to take some nap or medication!! He can tough it out by himself!! 💪

⛈️ If he’s not too sick, he can get over it

🔘 . . . But if he’s really sick, Fujin sends him straight to bed after a small lecture

⛈️ It’s Raiden’s job to watch over him

🔘 Why? Because Someone put it into his head that he can tough everything out, Mr. Lord Thunder >:(

⛈️ At first Kung Lao’s super whiny about being ‘watched’ at first, he was an adult!! He could go out and train still!!

🔘 But when Raiden started spoon-feeding him? 

⛈️ Oh, it’s tiny time on spot time

🔘 And now Lord Raiden has a sick baby on his hands

⛈️ A sick, whiney, clingy baby on his hands

🔘 Kung Lao now has one mission: To get on Raiden’s lap and refuse to leave

⛈️ Why would he want to leave? He feels all icky and gross and now Grandpa- Uh, Dada is here to help him feel better

🔘 He’s so sick he willingly calls Raiden ‘Dada’ instead of Grandpa, so you know he’s sick sick 🥺

⛈️ Raiden will gently rock him, letting Kung Lao cling to him

🔘 Holding his bucket when Kung Lao throws up, helping Kung Lao drink some water or brush his teeth afterwards

⛈️ Usually little Kung Lao hates it when his hats taken away

🔘 That’s his hat!! >:(

⛈️ Lord Raiden has no reason to take it away from him!! He wants it back!! He won’t hurt himself!! . . . Too much

🔘 However, right now Kung Lao will gladly give up his hat for some clingy cuddles

⛈️ Lord Raiden, somehow, convinces Kung Lao to take medicine, even if it’s a bit yucky >:\

🔘 Kung Lao doesn’t want to take it . . . But Dada says it’ll help him feel better, plus Raiden’s always pressed the cup to his lips so he might as well drink it

⛈️ But he wants some yummy apple juice afterwards!!! >:(

🔘 Raiden usually wouldn’t have him drink anything that will make his tummy become more upset, but a bit of apple juice after yucky medicine is something he can slide by

⛈️ Raiden is NOT allowed to leave the room

🔘 He can’t anyways, either Kung Lao is dead asleep on him, or his grip is so tight he simply can’t remove him

⛈️ Kung Lao has two favorite sick activities: Being bottle feed and playing with trains

🔘 Of course Lord Raiden will bottle feed his baby!! Some teary eyes and a lip quiver, and Raiden will request for someone to send a nice warm milk bottle

⛈️ Even if Kung Lao is feeling super yucky and icky, he still wants to play with Dada

🔘 So Raiden will put his train set on the bed, and him and Kung Lao will roll the trains around until it’s time for another nap

⛈️ Raiden’s actually very worried with how sick Kung Lao is, because little Kung Lao has never been this docile with him

🔘 He’ll take Kung Lao to the medics for a ‘fun trip’, so he can get a sucker and see his favorite nurse!! (one of the few that deals directly with sick or hurt regressors)

⛈️ But honestly he just wants to make sure one of his favorite mortal is okay (it really is just a bad flu, he’ll get over it in a few days)

🔘 However, there is a big joke about ‘Mama Bear Raiden��� for the next few weeks, which both big and little Kung Lao soak up like a sponge in water 😮‍💨

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Also I'm glad you liked my MK11 Johnny Hcs!!! :D

I didn't know what emoji to use for Kung Lao, so 👒 was my best bet. 😭 (I'll take suggestions for his emoji!!)

[ask-apostle-ghoul]

ooc// Headcanons about Apostle while I'm waiting for melatonin gummies to kick in. Sorry about the rambling I have so many thoughts about my boy over here!

Apostle definitely has a maine coon cat. Found it outside the abbey as a kitten and Sister Imperator let him keep it to show to the clergy that Apostle can be responsible with other creatures. His name is Biscotti (Apostle's favorite snack). Biscotti is mainly a comfort animal but can help hunt down pesky bugs that eat up the garden plants.

Apostle loves vinyl records. Listens to Abba, David Bowie, The Cure, Deftones, Simon and Garfunkel, etc. Often can be heard humming a song while he works. (The ghoulettes are trying to get him into Hozier, so far it's working.)

Knows a plethora of tea blends to help with anything. Nausea? Lemon and Ginger. Need to wind down? Chamomile or Lavender. Upset Tummy? Peppermint tea. Always has boxes in his office along with a self heating kettle with a couple of mugs. Always go to him if you need something to drink that isn't alcoholic.

Was the one trusted the most with Copia when Sister Imperator was busy. He had never met a newborn before, so he was very confused seeing this little squirmy thing barely the length of his forearm. Treated Copia like a son, so if Copia gets hurt by someone, that person isn't going to be alive for much longer. Had to be told many times you can't scruff a baby like you can a kitten.

With him being such a high member in the church, he was aware of what happened to Primo, Secondo, and Terzo. I would imagine he would have played a part in it as well somehow. Does he ever regret it? Who knows...

Definitely. DEFINITELY slept with Nihil on more than one occasion. Nihil was honestly Apostle's first experience with sex and helped Apostle explore what it could be like (And of course Sister Imperator included herself at times.) It was kind of a polyamorous relationship, unofficial, but it was there (Apostle was basically 'the other woman' for both Nihil and Sister Imperator without realizing, he was just too in love with the both of them to realize.)

He's a hopeless romantic deep down. Doesn't admit it, but he is.

Only time he is outwardly physically affectionate is when he's high as a kite after getting his horns trimmed. Just give him his guitar and he'll even play songs if he knows them (his favorite to do is to play the dance macabre riff)

Scratch him behind the horns, dude just melts at that, but only if you're close enough to him. If he doesn't trust you, he'll probably bite.

In speaking of biting, he has a bit of shark like anatomy. His teeth are constantly jagged and sharp and they do fall out, but new teeth grow right back. Some of the earlier era ghouls made a game out of it by taking some of the spare teeth and making shark tooth jewelry out of it (Apostle could care less what they do to be honest).

HE HAS SPOTS ON HIS BODY THAT GLOW BLUE. Yes, he has bioluminescence, crack his back and he'll be a fucking glowstick /j

Now onto the headcanons that revolve around the movie.

Apostle was unaware that Sister Imperator was dying. She purposely sabotaged important paperwork enough that Apostle couldn't go on the tour like he normally would. He stayed behind at the abbey to complete the paperwork and basically work in Sister Imperator's place while she was busy supporting her son. He would have literally gone feral if he was there at the KIA Forum when she collapsed and paramedics wouldn't have been able to get to her.

Whenever her body does come back for the viewing/funeral, Apostle is inconsolable, but he forces it back just so he can comfort and help Copia. Would he ever take the chance to mourn for himself? No... denial is a powerful thing.

The chamber ghoulettes are a weird dynamic with him. The chamber ghoulettes are Sister Imperator's personal ghoulettes, like assassins or bodyguards during important events, so Apostle obviously would know them. He kind of treats them like daughters sometimes? He'll make sure they're fed, resting well, taking care of themselves, but he wouldn't be a doting father figure (he's real awkward with that.) They remind him too much of his bandmates from the 60s and 70s. Apostle and the Chamber Ghoulettes just kind of acknowledge each other in a mutual respect.

While he wasn't aware Sister Imperator was dying... He was aware that Copia was a twin. I'd imagine Sister Imperator would have only been able to chose one twin to keep, and so she trusted the twin with the Sisters of Sin to raise. Apostle was aware the whole time, somewhat assisted from the sidelines/indirectly but he never interacted with Copia's twin due to the fear of the clergy figuring that out.

[zaidthefeederist]

Giving in to gluttony : A fit to fat story (part 1)

We were both at the gym after work just like most days. This is where we first met. I saw you on the squat rack and was enamored by your beauty (and the perfect ass you had definitely helped). I approached you and we went on a date and had been dating since then. Though we both were fitness freaks (i still am) there's a part of me i haven't told you about. A part of me that would rather have you tied up in my bed sporting a fat belly so big it hangs to your knees. I've kept it in check for as long as i can, you had only gained 10 pounds in our 4 months together and a lot of that has been muscle definition since we started working out. Today however, it all changes. One faithful injury changes everything.

"This….freaking….sucks" I say grumpy as I sit next to you in the car. We just came back from the first aid room. I look at my leg and shake my head "no lifting, no cardio…and no rock climbing for 6 months?!" I cross my arms and sigh "That also means I really have to watch what I eat…else I end up like one of those fat girls at the gym" The other day we had been making jokes about a chubby girl that was struggling to do basic cardio

"god i know baby, its not fair at all. Not having you at the gym is going to make me lose all my motivation, not to mention who else will i make fun of the fatties with" i look to you after we both laugh to ourselves.."dont worry though babe. ill take good care of you, You know i've been making myself a better and better cook. Ill make sure your diet goes exactly according to plan.." i say as i keep my hand on your toned thigh, giving it a rub and feeling ecstatic and the though of having a home bound girlfriend for 6 whole months.

**2 weeks later**

"im so bored" I sigh before taking another cookie that you made me. "Im usually at the gym right now" Another cookie goes into my stomach. I dont seem to notice the little bit of pudge that was pressing on to my waistband when I sat down like this. You had noticed that I did a lot of "boredom eating"…and recently…I had also started snacking when I was stressed or feeling a little down.

"Im done babe!" i yell, having baked another batch of cookies. The last 2 weeks have been heavenly. Turns out when liz is left to her own devices with nothing else to do, she becomes rather peckish. Its nothing insane yet but she'll never say no to a little treat every now and then. With the absence of the gym and with me making sure to always make every meal of hers just a bit more heavy, she's managed to maintain her weight at 140 pounds albeit with a major bonus. If before she was toned and slightly muscular, now shes lost her definition and is even developing a little pudge. I see her belly pressing against her waistband as she snacks on one of the cookies i made her and see it press further and further against the band as she makes the tray of cookies magically disappear.

You always made sure to take the plates away or split it in multiple portions, so I had no idea how much I was actually eating in a day. after finishing the third tray of cookies that day you see I am rubbing my belly…I was getting full and I hadn't even eaten a meal! "My tummy is a bit upset" I say as I rub it. "better drink something" I grab the glass of soda that you had brought me. I drink all of it in one go. "I can't believe this is actually sugar free" I say surprised "it tastes like one of those cheap soda's that is super b-BRUUAUUAUAAAAAAAAAP-ad " I look wide eyed and cover my mouth with a blush "s-sorry!"

"Haha that was pretty cool!" i say immediately so as to not make you think i dislike it. I cant let you know that youve given me a hard on with that deep nasty belch, at least not yet. "I don't mind babe" i say as i nuzzle in right next to you on the bed. "in fact if anything it lets me know you really enjoyed whatever i made for you so no need to apologize." i say as i keep my hand on your bloated stuffed belly, giving it a good rub. "I guess you reallly loved those cookies huh, hehe"

"I-I do" I say blushing as you rub my belly…it felt good, but it also made me a bit aware of the fact that I was softer now. "I mean…its just not very lady like to burp like that right?" I smile as you roll your eyes at me "BRUUAAAAP…ooohhff but it does make my tummy feel better"

I moan to myself making sure you don't hear me. "I'm glad you like them" i reply, both to your answer and to that big burp you let out. We spend a few more minutes like this with me rubbing your rounded gut, making you get used to the feeling, making you love my hands on your tummy, making you know i like those un-lady like burps. Im slowly easing your mind into its new state. The state of pure gluttony. Before i get up from bed i decide to try one more thing, i grab your belly and give it a hard pinch and lean up next to your ear "You were a good girl today, keep eating like this and soon you'll be like those fatties at the gym". I whispered it and said it in a teasing tone, but i could tell by your breathing…it did its job. My eyes go wide and my face goes dark red. Did he really just say that?…Is he making a joke?…why do I like him teasing and humiliating me?! I look down and my heart beats even faster, judging by the bulge in your pants…you really liked seeing me like this. "w-what?….a-are you trying to make me fat?" I ask in a soft voice. You just smile, gently kiss my belly before squeezing it again and leave with the empty plates…Am I really going to get fat?

[aching-tummies]

Sugarless Saga: Liquified Jello

Finally got around to trying more of the sugar-free gummies. I managed to eat 15 of them this time.

I ate the gummies around 7AM on an empty stomach. I didn't have my water-bottle with me so all that wound up in my stomach was just the gummies. I was a little disappointed as there wasn't much activity or noises or anything. Eventually, around 2PM I decided to give up and made myself a bowl of instant noodles for my first meal/late lunch. After being disappointed by what I thought was the gummies failing to work, I decided that maybe a little dairy was in order to see if I could upset my tummy that way. I made myself hot chocolate with copious amounts of milk (usually I only put a splash of milk in the drink for fear of a tummy ache).

I guess the gummies need something else in the belly for them to work their magic. By 3PM, my stomach was gurgling up a storm. Like…you know that sensation when you suck jello/jelly through clenched teeth and the stuff sleuces through between your teeth as a liquified, viscous sludge? The sensation of sludge passing through the gaps between teeth--that's the same sensation I felt rumbling around in my guts. Burbles and rumbles from all over my belly.

I was shocked, It had been over 7 hours since I had downed the gummies and there they were. They just needed something else to kick around in my guts. So I guess for future reference, downing the gummies with food or at the very least with water is the way to go--by themselves they don't do much.

Even at 2AM--19 hours since I had eaten the gummies, my belly was still making those "liquifying jello" rumbles. I could feel the sensation throughout my guts and intestines too--like if Flubber was struggling, refusing to be digested and wreaking havoc throughout my guts. It wasn't a stomach ache, but my guts felt unsettled all day--there were the jello-sensations but also just a constant tensing of my guts like they were getting ready for a #2 that never happened.

I'm writing this around 10AM of the next day, 27 hours since I ate 15 sugar-free gummies. The gurgles have stopped and my gut is relatively calm now, but I still feel a slight "sludge" sensation in my intestines. It's not moving around, but it kind of feels like some sludge is clogging up my digestive tract. Maybe I'll feel something if/when I eat today.

As always, feel free to respond to this post in an ask/RP-scenario or whatever.

[emilsgrippers]

Did someone order Gidgette hc?

wait no?

too bad okay guys let’s go

—In my mind Bridgette has a bit of a tummy and she’s really insecure about it. Deep down she feels like Geoff may leave her because of it—even though it’s not a big deal, and it’s really not that noticeable at glance. But he’s never even thought of leaving her over that, he actually thinks she’s gorgeous with it (Or without!!) but she doesn’t know that.

—Since Bridgette is always hurting herself clumsily, IE: Tripping and falling, walking into walls accidentally, misplacing something and hurting herself..(you get it), Geoff is always taking care of her and tending to these injuries for her, no matter how minor. The only problem is he doesn’t have that much medical knowledge. He knows to sanitize a wound and bandage it, but not anything too extreme. Bridgette, with FAR more medical knowledge, has to walk him through it. (Even though she could just do it herself..)

———In addition, she’s really vulnerable to colds and sickness.(While he on the other hand, is rarely sick. Like only a handful of times in a year) Atleast twice every month she’s stuck in bed with illness. He’s always bringing her warm food, warm drinks, pillows, blankets, whatever she wants or needs. Bridgette feels bad when Geoff does this because he just does so much, but he doesn’t let her lift a finger.

—Every Saturday they’re down at the beach. Surfing, pulling one another out of the water once they fall of their board (mainly Geoff to Bridgette..), laying on their small towel in the sand, or just goofing around and doing silly small things like attempting to build a sandcastle. Every single sandcastle they try to make just looks like a funky lump, and Bridgette always laughs…Geoff eventually ends up laughing too.

—When it comes to teasing, Bridgette always thinks teasing should be small flirtatious things. Like getting your partner all flustered, hugging them from behind, you know, playful teasing. She’s a very delicate girl when it comes to this,,and Geoff doesn’t quite get that.. He sometimes teases her to the point she doesn’t think he’s teasing her anymore, and she gets a bit upset. No matter how many times he realizes he’s overstepping boundaries and apologized…it always happens again.

——-Bridgette has accepted this is just kind of him, and she’s trying to teach herself to accept this somewhat wild and overly playful nature.

—After Bridgette and Geoff received so many negative reactions to their kissing in TDA, Bridgette made it a point to turn down the PDA. An occasional kiss at most in public. Geoff wasn’t really affected by everyone voting them for not being able to keep their hands off each other, though. He still kisses Bridgette all the time out in public, and she now always gets flustered.

—Geoff has a bit of a rambling problem. If you mention something he likes, parties, his friends, or even Bridgette, he’ll go on and on until someone pretty much tells him to shut it. When he starts to do this around Bridgette and he realizes what he’d doing, she encourages him to keep going. She loves listening to him ramble on about something that brings him happiness. She once let him go on for 27 minutes before he finally finished, and Bridgette remembered every little detail.

Okay that’s all it’s 3am .maybe some more gidgettw tomorrow ..maybe..that’s only if the people are rocking with Gidgette …

[babiebrain]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Hi there! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Going to bed can be reeeeally hard for me, and I know it’s hard for a lot of other regressors too. One thing that really helps for me is a soothing drink in a sippy or bottle! Soooo- here are some yummy bedtime milk recipes!

Unfortunately I don’t have a cg to make these, but if you have one feel free to share this list with them. If not, that’s okay too! I make these myself all the time, just remember to ALWAYS be careful with hot tools and liquids in the kitchen. <3

also, if you can’t have dairy (like me!) just replace these with whatever milk alternative you use. I use soy milk and it’s yummy! :P

also-also, most of these recipes reference using a sippy or bottle. However, if you don’t have or don’t use those, they taste just as good in a mug!

Onto the recipes!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Classic Angel Milk˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Angel milk is a classic for regressors, and it’s so easy to make! It’s also a great base for other recipes. You can add a little bit of cinnamon or nutmeg too if you’d like!

Ingredients:

Milk

Sugar

Vanilla extract

Steps:

Fill your sippy or bottle with milk.

Add one to three tablespoons of sugar, it’s up to taste!

Add a little splash of vanilla extract. You only need a tiny bit, it’s very strong!

Microwave until warm!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Chamomile Angel Milk˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

This one is my own recipe! Chamomile is an herb that naturally helps our bodies get sleepy, and it smells comforting to me. Be careful though, because this one uses hot water!

note: you can replace the chamomile with other herbal teas for different uses! this recipe with ginger tea is great for littles with upset tummies.

Ingredients:

Water

Chamomile tea bag

Milk

Sugar (or honey)

Vanilla extract

Steps:

Boil some water. Careful, it’s hot!

Carefully pour about 1/4 to 1/2 cup of hot water into a mug, and place a single chamomile tea bag into that water. Cover with a plate and let steep for about 10 minutes.

After 10 minutes, remove the tea bag and squeeze out the extra liquid (use a fork if it’s too hot). Pour the super strong tea into the bottom of your bottle or sippy.

Add milk to the tea and fill up the bottle, and then follow steps 2-4 of the angel milk recipe!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Caramel Milk˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

This one might require a caregiver’s help! If you don’t have a caregiver just be very careful, maybe use oven mitts and don’t do this if you’re feeling extra tiny.

Ingredients:

2 cups milk

3-4 tablespoons sugar

1 tablespoon butter

Steps:

Add the sugar and butter to a small pan over medium heat. As the butter melts, stir it to combine with the sugar.

Microwave the milk until it’s warm. Don’t add it yet though!

Caramelize the sugar: cook to a nice amber color. Be careful not to let it burn! If you want the caramel flavor to be less intense just cook it to a slightly lighter color than amber.

When the sugar is ready, remove it from heat.

Add your milk in a steady stream as you stir. The sugar will seize up and there will be sizzling, but keep stirring.

Place back on stovetop over low heat. Make sure you don't boil the milk!

Keep stirring until all of the caramelized sugar is melted into the milk.

Pour your milk! Any leftover milk can go in the fridge.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Banana Milk˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

This one is a cold drink, and using the blender might be dangerous if you’re feeling too tiny!

Ingredients:

1 ripe banana, sliced or broken into pieces

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup water

1 tablespoon maple syrup, honey, or sugar

A small drop of vanilla extract

Steps:

Put all ingredients into a blender and combine until smooth. That’s it! If you have sensory issues like me you can pour it through a strainer to make sure it’s completely smooth, but it’s usually fine. Serve immediately!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Now for the extra tiny ones˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Besides the angel milk, several of these can be kind of risky to do on your own! I definitely know that when I’m feeling extra small, working with hot stuff or appliances can be dangerous. Luckily, if angel milk gets boring, Nesquik comes to the rescue!

I just fill up my sippy and add some of the Nesquik (or any other milk flavoring powder) and then shake it up! The chocolate is good hot or cold. My favorite is probably the banana though, although it’s hard to find. The strawberry is good too!

Stay safe little ones, and sweet dreams! If you drink any of these before bed, try to brush your teeths before you go to sleep if possible. <3

[sickficideas]

Spare fyolai and ranpoe HCs🤲

okay i can't promise this will be in character because i don't consume much fyolai content but i will try my best 🙏 also i assume ur asking for sickfic hcs if you meant something else pls correct me !! (also sorry this took so long omg)

also fyolai gets like a little nsfw bc theyre freaky like that 💖

ranpoe

- ranpo has never been Really sick a day in his life just out of sheer luck I'd imagine but those eating habits of his have to get him some solid stomachaches. and he is definitely complaining about it!!!

- he is asking (demanding) poe to rub his tummy when he doesn't feel good. poe is a good man and obliges every time. it always makes ranpo fall asleep 💖

- but he gets really bad food poisoning one day and ends the day like sobbing in poe's arms because he's so overwhelmed. the nausea, the actual act of throwing up, the cramping/soreness, burning in his throat, the headache from the dehydration is too much. poe is very sad about him being so upset and almost cries with him💔💔💔

- poe coming in clutch w the sweet factor though. "are you feeling alright dear?" "sweetheart, tell me where it hurts." "i need you to drink some water for me, my love."

- poe with the forehead kisses 😭😭😭💖 ranpo secretly loves them

- poe looks like a sickly man to me but i think he looks after his health very well...he has a personal doctor that regularly checks on him </3

- ranpo puts the pieces together quick but never says anything because he doesn't know if it's his place. he always has yosano on speed dial if he thinks something is wrong with poe however

- poe gets quiet when he's not feeling well but he always quietly seeks out ranpo's affection. he wants to hold hands and cuddle

- ranpo will always help him

fyolai

- nikolai is a dedicated emetophile for sure. making himself sick on purpose...he definitely likes puking. being sweaty and sore and being loud about it. fyodor thinks it's hot to watch.

- (thinking abt that official art) nikolai will also involve fyodor by force feeding him sweet things until he's nauseous and drooling

- nikolai is always the first to offer to stick his fingers down fyodor's throat if he mentions his stomach being sick

- fyodor canonically has anemia right LOL?? or is that a fandom delusion...lol regardless he does to me. he is elegantly fainting all the time. i bet he has a fancy fainting couch. i like the imagery of nikolai taking his arm when he stands up to prevent him from getting too dizzy from standing up too fast

- nikolai def likes seeing fyodor ill tho. sweat, drool, glassy eyes. fyodor catches him staring and says things like "take a picture, it lasts longer".

- nikolai watches him sleep and plays with his hair

- nikolai absolutely wants to be comforted if he doesn't feel good against his will though💖

[princess-tulip-writes]

I can’t get this thought out of my head 😩 being on holiday in the summer court with Azzie, laying by the pool in a tiny little bikini getting a tan and drinking fruity little cocktails and Azzie sat at my side observing everyone like my own personal bodyguard 🫢 it’s not a want it’s a need

-🐰

“Do you need anything, baby bun?”

You shook you head softly, offering him a smile as you glare at the sun through your sunglasses.

“No, I’m alright for now, thank you though.”

This weather was unlike any other the night court had; it was warm, bright and refreshing. The air lingered of sea breeze instead of star dust, and the change was rejuvenating.

“Just let me now if you need anything, bunny.” He brought your fingers to his lips and placed a soft kiss to your knuckle. “I’m always happy to help.”

Although his voice was gentle and his affections were loving, his eyes held a cold glare towards everyone else that you seemed to attract the attention of. You’ve only been at the beach for two hours and your mate had already murdered twelve males with his piercing stare and intimidating shadows. Truthteller laying on his lap out in the open didn’t help their case either.

You, on the other hand, looked as sweet as can be.

“Do I look good, Azriel? I feel like this bikini might show off too much.” You asked.

With all the attention on you today, you couldn’t help but feel self conscious about the two-piece your mate had newly bought you.

The glare sent to a summer court male paused as he changed his icy expression to you, softening it the moment you came into his full view.

“Yes, of course.” He answered, his eyes hardly scanning over you before he answered. “You always look perfect, my love.”

You knawed at your bottom lip nervously.

He was probably only telling you what you wanted to hear, you thought. It was his job as your mate after all.

“Are you sure? You’re not just-“

“Of course, I’m sure. If I thought it was too much, I wouldn’t have picked that one or even let you out of the hotel.” You could see through his sunshades as his hazel eyes observed every curve from head to toe before resting on your tummy. His tongue swiped his bottom lip before he spoke. “You look breathtaking, dear.”

His bronze skin glistened with sweat as you took him in for the thousandth time today, his raven hair falling over his forehead and sticking to his face as the sun beat down at him.

“So do you.” You breathed.

A smirk quirked as his lips, hiding how flustered your comment made him, before his shadows whispered incoherent secrets to their master. His jaw set tight and his eyes darkened.

You noticed his change in attitude pretty quickly, especially when he mumbled a low ‘hold on, baby’ before whipping his attention somewhere else.

Your gaze followed his his, leaning forward in your chair to get a better view. His large wings prevented you from seeing any further though, they immediately blocked you from the west side of the beach.

“Azriel what-“

“Don’t worry about, pretty girl. Just keep enjoying the sunshine.” He grumbled softly to you.

His gaze locked on a particular male, one he knew very well would upset you if you knew of his presence- never mind they way he immediately stared you down, so he would definitely scare him off to prevent you from getting your day ruined.

You knew of his protective nature, and also more than aware that he knew what was in your best interest. So instead of arguing back, you sighed softly and did as he told you to.

“Thank you.” He grumbled at the sound of your plastic chair squeaking as you laid back down. “For understanding, princess.”

His grip on your hand tighten slightly, his way of proclaiming his love for you.

“I love you too.”

[jungle-angel]

A Slight Upset (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles really has to cool it with how much dairy he eats, but it has seriously hilarious results

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Miles could feel the goosebumps beginning to form on his skin as he sat in the doctor's office, stripped down to his tight grey shorts and waiting for Dr. Russel to come in and look him over. The cramping in his belly was still bad, bad enough to have landed him here after a rough night.

The door opened and in came Dr. Russel, his greying hair spiking up a bit in the front, glasses on his eyes and his white beard cut so close to his jaw that it was hardly noticeable.

"Hey Miles," he greeted cheerfully. "How's everything?"

"Pretty good so far Doc," Miles replied.

"That's good," Dr. Russel answered, scrawling a note on his clipboard. "Remind me of your date of birth again?"

"January 29th, 1943," Miles answered.

"Height?"

"Six foot on the dot."

"Weight?"

"One-sixty-two."

Dr. Russel's eyebrows went up a little. "Alright, lookin good," he remarked. "Any health issues in the last year or two?"

"Um......." Miles stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well......it's....it's a little hard to explain.....It's not something I've had all my life but....."

"How long ago did it start?" Doctor Russel asked him.

"A few years ago," Miles answered. "When I was still in the army."

"Can you tell me a little of what's going on?"

"I've been having really intense belly cramps lately," Miles explained. "Last night was kinda....."

"Eventful?" Doctor Russel chuckled.

"Eventful's a gross understatement, Doc," Miles said, laughing a little.

"Well," Doctor Russel said. "We'll get to the bottom of it either way. You mind laying on your back for me?"

Miles did what was asked and laid back on the exam table. Outwardly he kept a cool face, but internally he was squirming. He always hated getting a head-to-toe physical every year and didn't like anybody that wasn't you, feeling him up.

He tried really hard not to squirm or make faces when he felt one end of the stethoscope being pressed against his belly, moving every so often until Doctor Russel had finished. The feeling got even worse when those gnarled hands began feeling up his tummy, the fingertips digging in slightly to feel for anything out of the ordinary.

"Anything hurt?" he asked.

Miles shook his head.

As soon as Doctor Russel was done, he let Miles sit upright again. "Well," he said. "Good news, it's not IBS and it's definitely not anything alarming."

"It's not?" Miles asked him again.

"Nope," Doctor Russel replied. "Just a slight intolerance. You said you were in the army, right?"

Miles nodded.

"Just what I thought," Doctor Russel chuckled. "You were drinking all that powdered milk in the coffee for so long that you probably developed a deficiency. I see this kind of thing all the time."

Miles felt a little less embarrassed but a little dismayed. "Do I have to cut everything out?"

"Well," Doctor Russel said, scratching his jaw a little. "In some cases I'd say yes, but you? I'm gonna have to give a hard no. I want you at least one-seventy for weight and you need the calcium. Just try to cool it a little bit and if anything persists, come see me as soon as possible."

Miles agreed and as soon as the doctor had left the room, he put his clothes back on. He really hated the thought of having to cut back since he loved the cheese, yogurt and ice cream so much and desperately needed to drink milk, but after the events of last night, he would try his damndest to be careful.

***********************

You were excited as ever to be able to make the German chocolate cake recipe that had once been Miles's grandmother's. You only made it every so often, only at Christmas, Easter and New Year's, but you figured that your elderly neighbor would appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

You opened up the fridge for the eggs but noticed that your small pint of cake batter ice cream was missing. "Son of a bitch," you muttered.

"S'matter sweetpea?" you heard Miles ask.

"I had a little pint of vanilla cake batter ice cream in the fridge," you explained. "I swear if Benny got into it I......"

You and Miles both froze, your gazes meeting for a split second before you realized what was in his hands........a spoon and a half eaten pint of your ice cream.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"You ate my ice cream?"

A sheepish look came over Miles's face and you could see the heat rising into his cheeks. "Baby I'm sorry I couldn't help myself," he said sheepishly.

"Miles," you said. "Didn't the doctor tell you that you had to stay away from dairy for a while?"

"No."

"Miles!"

"He said to cut back he didn't say to not eat it."

You laughed a little and shook your head, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What am I gonna do with you?" you questioned, a huge smile forming on your face.

"You could kiss me for start," Miles said cheekily, before swallowing the last bite of ice cream.

And you did. You kissed him right on the lips, sweetly, taking your time to run the tip of your tongue across his lips to take in the lingering taste of the ice cream before you broke away.

"Just know that if you're not feeling good tonight it's on you," you chuckled, rubbing the soft flatness of his belly.

"Challenge accepted, dear," he half laughed, kissing you back.