#fitness blender stretch

[controlyourminds-world]

Health & Fitness Tips: Best Tips for a Healthy Life - Promo

[toxicanonymity]

on your back (personal trainer)

2.4k / dark!joel miller x reader / joel master list

can read alone, or pt 1: chest press

WARNINGS: perverted Joel, gaslighting / manipulation, groping, dry humping, coming in pants, dubcon P in V, TW body commentary, reader's breasts can bounce, SA (groping), high pressure. Joel has his own private gym. Thx @dark-scape and @missannwinchester for foam roller, protein shake, & sports bra ideas.

When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips.  “Better for your glutes than squats,”  he said and kneeled at your feet.  You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched.  His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down.  He got between your knees and planked over you.   “Up until your hips hit mine.”

-

One time, Joel was shamelessly watching your body on the treadmill as usual and asked, “you're not doin' extra cardio, are ya?”

You hesitated, “Uh-” 

His brow furrowed.  “Don’t wanna lose your tits.”  His eyes fell to your chest again.  You followed his gaze and became very aware of the bounce. You needed a more restrictive sports bra.

You pressed the button to slow your pace. “That’s enough today,” he said. “Just lookin’ out for ya.”  

You stepped down off the treadmill and he muttered, “Gotta have the right support, too. C’mere.”  He slid his hands in through the neckline of your dry fit shirt and hooked his fingers under the straps of your sports bra. 

He tugged the straps up and watched your breasts swell.  Then he dropped them.  He lifted your breasts with his palms, bit his lip, and took a deep breath. You didn’t say or do anything.  It was creepy but also nice having them touched.  He got behind you and cupped a breast in each hand, lifting them.   His cock twitched against you.  “Fuck,” he whispered. He gave them one last squeeze and mumbled, “not bad.”

He picked up his protein shake from the floor of the cardio room.  "Gotta get enough protein if ya wanna build muscle.” He tilted his head and looked at you hornily.  He held the  blender bottle down in front of his crotch and angled it outward then shook to mix it up.  He took a deep breath and kept shaking it, and adjusted himself with his other hand.  

“Try it,” he said, then handed you the bottle. 

-

One day when you were sore, he showed you how to use a foam roller. He held it steady on the gym mat and helped you position yourself on top of it, cupping an ass cheek to guide you with his other hand.  He positioned the roller under your thighs to start off with.  He straddled your legs and held your hips then rolled you down toward him until the foam cylinder was at the small of your back and your loins were nearly aligned.  

He adjusted his shorts, drawing your attention to the hard bulge hovering just above your upper thighs.  He lowered himself a little bit and you felt his balls come to rest where your inner thighs met.  He tilted his hips back so his arousal brushed against you.  Then he held you with his hands on your sides and rolled you toward him. Your upper back slid along the gym mat as he dragged your body toward him.  A shock of arousal buzzed through you as your loins met his hard cock.  He rolled you away then back into him.  Each time your loins met, he got harder and you got wetter.  His mouth fell open and he closed his eyes as he pulled you back into him at a slow rhythm.  His hips began to move and he pressed his hard-on into you as he pulled you in, softly grunting each time.  

He murmured, “How’s that feel, baby?” 

When you didn’t answer, he opened his eyes and pulled you closer.  Your spine was curved over the roller.  He leaned over you and put his hands to the sides of your shoulders.  He thrust against you and you gasped.  He lowered his head. “How’s the stretch?” 

"It's good."

 “We can make it deeper,” he said softly.  

You gave a small nod. 

“Good girl,” he whispered.  He sat back up and positioned himself between your thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.”  You didn’t hesitate. “Hang on tight.”   He put his hands on the mat again and used the motion of his pelvis, front and back, to roll you on the foam roller.  Each time his hardness pressed into you, you were closer to soaking through your leggings. 

“How’s that feel?” 

It was too much of his cock. “Uh, I think my back is good,” you said. 

“Good,” he whispered.  “Need ya real stretched out for me.” 

He slid his massive hand under your back and lifted gently as he slid the foam roller out from under you, then laid you down flat. You let your legs down to the floor.  

While he was still between your legs, he thumbed at the crotch of your leggings, surely as damp as you feared. “It’s natural, baby.”  He smelled then licked his thumb and added, “when we get nice and limber,” as he laid his shorts back into you.  “When we get our blood flowin’." You looked away uncomfortably.  He reassured you, "I get wet, too. i’ll show ya.” 

He leaned down and thrust his hard cock against your tingling cunt, breathing heavily, grunting, closing his eyes.  You twitched against him.  “Natural, baby.” He sped up.  His warm, stiff package pressed rhythmically into your throbbing clit until your back arched and you came.  “fuck,” he whispered, “yeah.”  Then he stopped thrusting, laid into you hard, and moaned as he pulsed against you and came in his shorts.

-

One day, you did leg lifts. You laid down on your side with your head resting in your hand.  He kneeled behind your ass so you were facing away from him. One large hand rested gently on top of your hip and he put his other hand in between your calves.  

“Now lift,” he said softly and nudged your leg upward.  

He held your calf as you lifted your leg, then he slid his hand from your calf, past your knee.  “Good, now down,” he said.  He kept sliding his hand toward your torso until the side of his finger hit the apex of your thighs. 

Each time you raised your leg, he slid his hand up to your calf, and each time you lowered it, his hand slid down to your crotch.  At some point, he started to cup your pussy from behind whenever he reached your crotch.  You could hear him breathing heavier. He scooted closer and rested his other hand on your stomach as he did it.  “Other side now,” he said.  You turned around facing him and watched his eyes devour you as he did the same thing for the whole set. 

When you were done, he murmured, “on your back now.” He instructed you in how to bridge your hips.  “Better for your glutes than squats,”  he said and kneeled at your feet.  You were self conscious to be thrusting as he watched.  His eyes followed your hips as they went up and down.  He spread your knees and got between them.  Then, when you were flat on the ground, he planked over you with his hands on the gym mat and his arms straight.  

“Up until your hips hit mine.” He was still hard from the leg raises.  You felt his hardness every time you lifted your groin into his.  

Good girl,” he whispered and wet his lips.  It was far, far too easy to visualize fucking him. That time when he referenced you thinking about him and touching yourself, he was dead on.  Every time you got home, that’s what you did.  You wanted him desperately.  But it also didn’t feel right - you didn’t know if he was like this with every client or just you.  If you knew it was personal, it might not feel so dirty. 

-

The first time he invited you to into his sauna, you declined.

“Sauna’s infrared,” he told you the next time he urged you to join him. “Real good for ya.”  You heard about the benefits of infrared light, so it intrigued you.    

He led you into the small locker room of his gym.  Once the two of you were in there, he said you should take off your clothes first so the infrared light could wash over you.  He took off his shirt and sat down on a wooden bench outside the sauna.  He put his hands on his knees as you took off your shirt.  “Good girl,” he said.  "Go on,” he added, urging you to remove your bra and leggings, too.  Your ears got hot as you peeled off your sweaty bra.  He beckoned you closer to him, then hooked his fingers into your leggings and helped pull those down.  He inhaled sharply as your cunt was exposed. You tried to cover yourself.  “Shhh, it’s okay baby,” he whispered. “human body’s a beautiful thing. We’re just two bodies here.”  The low echo of his soothing voice made you wetter than you already were. 

“God damn,” he breathed.  “Lookin’ real good.”  You couldn’t fully suppress your smile at the compliment.  He shamelessly rubbed his arousal over his shorts, then stood up to take them off and you looked away.  You couldn’t help but check out his naked ass as he led you into the sauna.  He noticed this in the door’s reflection and smiled to himself.  There weren’t towels or anything, but the rosy hue was somewhat comforting.  It wasn’t too hot in there, either.   

Joel sat right down on the sauna bench, hard-on blazing.    You looked directly at it and your nipples puckered. 

“Turn ya on?” he asked.  “Good sign,” he said. “Means you’re healthy.” His eyes scanned you hungrily from head to toe.  “C’mere a minute, gorgeous,” he beckoned you.  You shyly stepped forward. When you got close enough to him, he gently took your hands in his and guided you to standing as close as possible between his knees.  His foot nudged your feet apart, then he slipped his massive hand between your bare thighs, and his thick fingers met your dripping seam. “Gorgeous,” he said, looking between your legs.  “Just perfect.”  His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.  With his free hand, he reached for his cock.  It was a mouth-watering sight.  He kept stroking the wet mess between your legs.  His lips parted with desire. 

Your heart raced. “I dunno if this is a good idea,” you said.  

“I think your body’s sayin’ it is, sugar.”  He removed his fingers and examined their shine, then sucked them dry while maintaining eye contact, making you weak in the knees.  He rubbed you again, then asked “Can I feel inside?” and you nodded hesitantly.  He inserted his middle finger first, pumped it a few times, swirled it, pulled it almost all the way out, then added his index finger.  He rested his thumb against your clit as he slowly finger fucked you.  Then he took his thick digits out and wiped them on the head of his cock, gathering his precum to combine with your slick as lube. 

“been doin’ this dance for weeks,” he said.  “Shoulda told me to stop if ya didn’t want it.”  

You were speechless.  

“Think you should sit on this cock now, baby.” He began to stroke himself slowly.   “Lemme get to know your body. Show ya somethin’ special ‘bout yours, too.” You hesitated and he slowly nodded.  “Only take a minute.”   He put his hands on your hips and rotated you to face away from him  “Damn, this ass,” he whispered.  He slid his hand vertically between your legs and rubbed your wet pussy with the side of his index finger. “How ‘bout it, baby? Gotta listen to your body.”  He guided you closer to him.  “What’s your body sayin’?”  Your body was screaming yes. The red light seemed to make you extra horny, even more than you usually got around him. Then again, it was more likely the nudity. The sight of his stiff, naked cock.  

Joel used one hand to hold it at attention, and another to guide you back over it since you were facing away from him.  “Whaddaya say?”

“Okay, I guess,” you whispered, overwhelmed by the desire to have him inside you. Unable to formulate any reasoning behind your hesitation, as if you needed a reason. 

“Good girl,”  he said into the nape of your neck. “Come on down, easy does it.” his breath was hot on your lower back.  

He guided his tip to your entrance then put both hands on your hips and pulled down.  He groaned as you were impaled on his rock-hard shaft and you moaned as his girth stretched you open.   

“So damn tight,” he breathed. Your walls parted to accept him and it was still a stretch.   “Take it, I know ya can.”  He pulled down a little more, a little harder, and groaned as your bodies became flush.  “Now use it,” he said and put his hands on the bench with a lift of his hips that slightly rocked you.  “Do what makes ya feel good.”  You sat there for a moment, then he said, “go ‘head, show me what ya want.” 

You put your hands on your thighs and rose up half way, then lowered yourself with a soft moan.  “Yeah, there ya go, baby.”  He took your hands in his on top of your thighs. 

You rose up a few more times, then he returned his hands to your hips and started guiding you to move you faster.  You put your hands on your knees and tilted your hips to take more of him. “Good girl,” he said.  

He fucked you for a few minutes, panting and praising you.  "Our bodies needed this,” he said as he sheathed himself with your cunt.   “Real bad.”   He let you up and pulled you down, then held you down, moving you on his cock, staying deep inside you, nudging your g-spot.  

You were getting close, but not fast enough.  He started holding breaths and releasing them  vocally, then warned you, "gonna come, baby.”  He kept moving you on his cock, and a few seconds later he panted, “Get up now, ‘less ya wanna be pumped full.”  

You kinda did want that, but you knew it wouldn’t be smart, even though you took your pill pretty well.  Instead, you dismounted him and turned around to watch. Your walls slowly came back together to fill the void he left as he stroked himself.  Then he pointed the head of his cock at your lower belly and his hot seed hit your skin.  

When he finished releasing a massive load, he swiped his fingers through it and raised them to your mouth. "Good protein," he said. 

-

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[commonlyme]

You wake up in a delirious haze, wondering what happened and why there are holes in your memory. Last night is a blur, but you can remember one thing. You ate, a lot. The soft gut that had slowly grown pooling in your lap, your tits heavy and sore. Your skin itchy and taut making way for new stretchmarks. When the binding to your hands became apparent, fear washed over a tsunami and flooded your psyche. You were wanting to take a shower because of the residue left over from last night's feast and all of the jostling from your recent realization let a stifled burp escape your plump lips. Thinking everything would be ok in the end, you relax and give up trying to escape your bindings. It wasn't worth it anyway, it kept making you jiggle! Even after you stopped, that pudgy gut continued to wobble. Your fat double chin quivered as the homegrown bingo wings that hung where there were once muscles undulated. As soon as you realized you were hungry, you heard your front door open and froze. Hunger always seemed to pervade now, and it only took you noticing that fact to gorge yourself. The fearful invader approached ever closer smelling of a sweet vanilla. They seemed familiar, and as they put their hand onto your rounded gut, you couldn't help but feel *odd*. . .

As this is happening your rotund tummy let out an audible groan of hunger, "I guess it's time for you to eat hog". It starts out innocent enough, being fed bite after bite of food. The portions do increase, yes, but it feels so comfortable, so caring, so *safe*. You get secure enough to speak up and communicate, "I'm full, do you think we could stop? I've already had so much. . ." That was a mistake, as the mysterious stranger stops feeding you and stands up in a slow deliberate fashion. "The pig thinks they can speak up, huh? You're a fucking fatty who can't control themselves around food. Look at this gut, it's massive. You have stretchmarks about everywhere I can see. Hell, everyone knows what a greedy glutton you are, and I'll make sure you're NEVER anything else." They grab the beginning belly hang and shake your fat belly like it's a sac of melted marshmallows. The rest of your body follows suit and being unable to control the wobble of your body, you whimper. You know you've let go recently, you used to be so small. You used to work out and be healthy. You used to be able to fit nice clothes. You used to be able to control yourself, but you had a dark secret. You *wanted* this. You know you shouldn't feel this way, but it reignites your hunger and makes you feel as *odd* as before. The intruder gets up after feeding you everything there and goes into the kitchen. The sound of the blender whirring to life is heard and begins to drive you wild. You can't wait, and let out a little burp from unsettling what already rests in your greedy gut. When they come back, they're carrying the entire the pitcher and hold it under your nose. It's so rich and creamy smelling, you know it's going to destroy your waistline. "I see the look in your eyes so I know you want it. Before you glut yourself I'll go ahead and enlighten you on what's in here. I've put Mass Gainer in here, heavy cream, ice cream, sugar, chocolate syrup, and a few boost shakes I had to up the calories." You can't imagine drinking it all since you're already so full from everything they've made you eat, but you have no choice. They tilt your head back and slowly pour it down your throat. Not all of it makes it into your greedy maw, and it runs off the sides of your mouth, and you can feel the cold liquid trail down your chest and belly. It's getting everywhere at this point, but you can't stop to clean up. You have about a third of it left and your tummy is so stretched out. Your stretchmarks itch and you can feel new ones forming. You squeeze your eyes shut and force the rest down into your engorged body and before you know it it's done. "Good job piggy, you did a really job tonight." You give a strained smile as you try to respond, but they stop you. "It's ok baby, we really pushed you today." They undo your bindings and release your hands. That poor tummy can finally get the rubs it deserves, and a couple small burps force their way through your cream covered lips. "Guess that means you've got some more room in there, but we'll worry about that later. Let's get you comfortable." They help you up and y'all head to the bedroom. It was a slow, laborious waddle to the room assisted by your partner. Now cuddling together in the bed with your partner giving your strained tummy the rubs it so needs, you can't help but to think about how excited you are to do this again tomorrow. . .

[simtanico]

Serenity's Dawn dress converted to The Sims 3 for AF

Original found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/poison-set-8-91237475

Hello everyone. This has been pretty much done and sitting in my vast and unorganized folder for a while, and it's time to share.

Includes presets shown above and more.

Details:

AF full body outfit. 11 presets.

2048px multiplier and normals textures :( with double the multiplication on pattern recoloring settings so they're not huge.

1.2 MB, compressed

Enabled for Everyday, Formal, Career, Valid far Random

Custom Thumbnail

4963 poly at highest LOD

Credits: @serenity-cc; milkshape; blender; Photoshop; TSRW.

Please adhere to my TOU and the original creator’s!!

Notes/Known Issues:

As always there might be clipping and stretching with poses, animations, and certain sliders.

Specifically with the fat and fit slider around the dress slit :)

Download at Simfileshare 💖: https://simfileshare.net/download/4650286/

Mirror: x

[maybankswife]

Falling for him part 4

JJ Maybank x fem Kook Reader

Summary-

You and Sarah have been best friends since you could walk, and now it has all started to change. and fast.

*This uses scenes from Obx Season 1, but modified to fit Y/N into the storyline.*

Warnings:

Mentions of a fight, bruises, tension, swearing.

A/N:

this is a longer part, around 4.9k words 😬 hope you enjoy!

6:45 AM

You’re woken up to the sound of your mum opening the shutters in your room, your mum is a big fan of routine and even when its summer break she doesn’t let you sleep in on weekdays, only weekends. You cover your eyes with your arm, trying to shield your eyes from the light. You can hear your mum walking over to your bed, she leans down and kisses your cheek, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Come on Y/N/N, time to get up” she speaks gently, rubbing your arm. You put your arm down and force your eyes open. Your eyes meet with hers, shes already in her active wear from Lorna Jane. You stretch under the covers. Removing the duvet off your body, you sit up your feet touching the rug that’s next to your bed.

“What are we doing today?” you ask her, standing up stretching. She smiles at you,

“I’m not sure, whatever you would like. I need to work on a case today, so you can do whatever you want” your slightly annoyed that she isn’t waking you up for a real reason, but you know this has benefits to you.

“I might go surfing” you say as your start making your bed, your mum is calling Oakley over to her.

“Sounds fun sweetie” You continue fixing the pillows on your bed, you can hear Oakley’s nails tap the wood floor as she walks over to your mum. “Okay I’m going to take Oakley on a walk down at the beach, I’ll see you soon” your mum breaks the silence, she leaves your room, closing the door behind her. You sit down on your bed, grabbing your phone from the side table. You look through your notifications on your lock screen, nothing important. You stand up, walking out of your room and into the hallway. You make your way to the kitchen, the huge floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that lead out to your backyard and the beach, are open as well as most of the windows in your house. You pull open a cabinet and pull out the blender. You place it on the counter, plugging it into a nearby outlet.  You walk over to the fridge, pulling the door open.

You grab out the ingredients to make your favourite smoothie.

Frozen Mango

Frozen Pineapple

Coconut water

Fresh passion fruit

Fresh kiwi

Orange juice

Since you’ve made this smoothie hundreds of times, you can guesstimate how much of each thing you need in it. You put all the ingredients into the blender, turning it on. Whilst it’s blending you get a glass cup from the cabinet, and a glass straw. When its finished blending, you take the lid off the blender cup, pouring it into your glass and putting the straw in. you make your way over to the kitchen island, sitting down on a barstool. You open your phone, looking through who messaged you last night, and what’s been going on in the world whilst you were sleeping. You sip the smoothie, delicious as always. You see that all of the pogues have accepted your follow and have all followed your back. You accept all of their request and start looking through their accounts. You start with Kies, all of her posts are single photos of the beach, sunsets, turtles, and the silhouettes of the pogues. Shes taken down all the photos of you in them. her highlights are pretty much the same as her posts, a couple of photos of her and her parents and that’s it. You move onto JB’s account, his posts are similar to JJ’s, a lot of the same photos too. He doesn’t have any highlights, but you see a post of him and Sarah holding hands. Secret but not secret relationship. Pope’s account has nothing. Literally nothing but a Bio saying “P4L”. You move onto snapchat, responding to some people’s snaps. You really don’t feel like hanging out with the pogues today, as much as you would like to, you just need a day to yourself after yesterday. You message Sarah.

“Hey Sarah, I can’t hangout today mums making me hangout with her” sent.

“Awh okay, that’s okay see you soon” She replies, you sigh grateful for the lack of interrogation. You put your phone back down onto the table, finishing your smoothie.

You stand up, and walk over to the sink, rinsing out your glass and putting it into the dishwasher. You walk down the hall, back into your room. You walk over to your dresser to find a bikini. You decide to go with a hot pink set, that has small white hibiscus flowers on it. You pull off your pyjamas, then pull on the bikini top. This set is made for surfing, so its securer than your regular string ones. You pull up the bottoms, they sit in the perfect spot for a good tan line. You grab some loose white linen shorts to wear over the bottoms, and your Birkenstocks. You grab one of your many tote bags from a hook and start putting in a few essentials. Sun-Bum SPF15 tanning oil, towel, book, a cap, your hairbrush, and lastly your phone. You tie your hair up into a bun before leaving your room.

You walk out to your backyard where your surf shed is, you grab your surfboard out from the corner and carry it down to the beach. It was waxed a few days ago, so no need to rewax it just yet. You make your way down to the sand, the sun beaming down onto you is your favourite feelings. You find a good spot to put your stuff, dropping the surfboard onto the sand as well as the tote bag. You shimmy out of the shorts, putting them into your tote bag. You pull out the tanning oil, putting a generous amount into the palm of your hand, rubbing it between your hands. You rub it into your skin.

One of your skills that you have, is being able to put things like tanning oil and sunscreen on your back, its easy for you to do it. You make sure you get the tanning oil everywhere, including your face. You sit down on your board, letting the oil sink into your skin before you go into the water.

You sit there listening to the waves crash against the shoreline, and the seagulls calling out. Breathing in the familiar smell of salt and sun. The sand warm on your feet, letting your mind wonder.

You can tell the oil has melted into your skin, so you stand up ready to surf. You pick up your board putting it on your side and running towards the water. Once your deep enough, just below knee deep in water, you put the board onto the water, jumping on top of it. You start paddling out, waiting for a wave to come.

Riding the wave, your mind goes silent, absorbing the summer sun. This is all that you want to do this summer. Wait for the perfect wave to come, ride it, let your body move, and doing it all over again.

Its around mid-day when you finally decide to get out the water, your hair is wet and messy. You paddle back to shore, standing up when its to shallow to keep paddling. You lift up the board, holding it on the side of your body and walking up to where you left your stuff. You put your board down onto the sand, laying your towel over it so you can soak up the sun for a while. you remember this thing you had seen on TikTok, a girl put sunscreen into the shape of a love heart on her leg whilst she was tanning, and when she took it off it left a love heart tan line on her skin “sunscreen tattoo”. You didn’t bring any sunscreen with you, but there was some in the surf shed so you decided to run up to your house.

You got to the shed, opening the door, and walking in. you found the Sun-Bum SPF50 sunscreen, you grab it throwing it up in the air and catching it again. You run back down to the beach, sitting down on your board. You decide to do it just above your bikini line in the shape of a sun, you made it look pretty, and lied down on the board. You set a timer for an hour on each side. Whilst you were tanning, you decided to take a photo for your Instagram story.

Once you posted the photo, you put your phone back in your bag, pulling out your book “The summer I turned pretty” written by Jenny Han. You lie on your board, reading the book and listening to the world around you. This is what you call “me time”.

2:00PM

It’s been 2 hours already, you stopped reading when you had to turn onto your stomach and instead fell asleep for an hour. You woke up when the hour timer went off. In that time, your hair had completely dried, and you had the best sun nap ever. You got up, stretching. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, you grabbed your hairbrush, brushing out all the knots. You put the brush back in the bag and pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the notifications. You opened Insta to see who liked your story and you were shocked when you saw JJ’s name. you smiled seeing his name on your screen, it was a new feeling. You put your phone back into the bag, standing up. You decided to go for a swim before going back inside. You ran down to the water, splashing it everywhere. You dived in getting fully soaked. You emerged out the water, pushing your hair back. You swam around for a little while, looking at all the tiny fishes that swam close to your toes.

3:00PM

You finally convinced yourself to get out the water and go back home. You collected all of your items and wrapped the towel around your body. You started walking back up the sand and to your backyard. You put your board outside the surf shed, letting it dry before you did put it in there. You walked pass your pool, and onto your porch. Your mum was sitting on the couch on her laptop, probably doing some work. You walked in, Oakley wagging her tail at you.

“Hey mum” you walked behind the couch to the kitchen to get some water.

“Hey bubba, did you have a good day?” you could hear here typing away at her laptop, she usually got off her devices when she spoke to you, so the fact that she is still on her laptop meant that she is really busy.

“Yeah, I surfed for like 4 hours, tanned for 2 and swam for 1” you pulled out a freezing cold bottle of water from the fridge and started chugging it.

“Sounds like fun, did you see anyone?” she asked, her voice not a genuine as what it usually is.

“No not today, I just wanted some me time” you swallowed another sip of water, “what did you do today?” you question her, putting the empty bottle in the recycling bin.

“Well, I took Oakley on a walk, when I got back, I saw you surfing from the house. I went to the shops, bumped into Rose Cameron, came home, and started doing some work” she replies, you can tell shes not really focused on the conversation.

“Oh cool, okay I’m gonna go for a shower” you walk towards the hall but pause when you hear your mum call out to you.

“Okay, let me know when you want dinner” you continued walking to your room, you put away all the stuff you had taken with you to the beach, then picked out a casual outfit to wear for the rest of the day.

You picked out your favourite sundress, its yellow with white flowers on it, for shoes you decided to go for your white converse. You put the dress on the bed and made your way into the bathroom. You pull the bikini off and look at your tan lines in the mirror. They are literally perfect. You turned on the shower, because your hair had only just been washed you chose to just rinse it out and put some conditioner in. You rinsed your hair, then put some Ouai conditioner. You put it in a claw clip and washed your body whilst waiting for it to soak in. you wash your body with the philosophy vanilla coconut body wash, cleansing every nook and cranny. Once you finished washing your body, you took your hair out of the claw clip brushing it with a comb before rinsing out the conditioner.

Finishing your shower, you changed into the yellow sundress and converse. You love the way the dress looks on you, it sits on all the right places, curving all the right curves it is utterly perfect. You sit down at your vanity, pulling out your Dyson air wrap. You started drying it, then styling it in our favourite way.

You put on your go-to gold jewellery stack that consist of 2 necklaces, one that has a diamond incrusted sun charm and the other with F/L/Y/N charm, then your pura vida bracelets for both wrists, your ring stack for both hands, and finally your favourite chunky gold hoops.

4:30 PM:

“I was thinking about going out for dinner tonight, what do you think?” your mum broke the silence between you.

“Ooh yeah, at the Wreck?” you respond, petting your dog Oakley who is sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yeah, I need to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Carrera anyways. Are you ready to leave now?” She stood up, shes wearing an outfit you hadn’t seen before. It’s a dark navy button up shirt, that’s tucked into high waist shorts. It looks really nice, elegant.

“Yeah sure, are we taking your car?” you stand up, walking over to the sliding glass doors closing them.

“Mhm, I’ll meet you at the car. Thanks for closing up” You continue closing other open windows and doors, once you did that you filled up Oakley’s water bowl. You walk out the front, your mum has already reversed the car out of the garage. You can hear her blasting music in the car. You stroll over to the car, opening the door of the passenger side and scotting in. Shes playing “Young Folks” written by Peter Bjorn and John. A song from one of your favourite tv shows “Gossip girls”.

You sit down at a table, tucking your dress behind your leg before sitting. You put your phone down on the table, looking around at the restaurant. Behind the counter you see Kiara working, she seems to be writing down an order. The restaurant is busy for a Monday night, you pick the menu off the table and read through the items.

“What are you thinking? I was looking at the prawn cocktail for a starter” your mum spoke, still looking at the menu.

“I was thinking some garlic bread” you reply, moving your eyes to the Mains. One thing catches your attention, their crab boil. You’ve heard a lot of good things about it but haven’t had the chance to try it.

“I think I’m going to get the tomato and tiger prawn pasta” your mum said, licking her lips. You put the menu down now that you know what you’re getting.

“I’m going to get the crab boil” you readjust your sitting position, taking a sip of water from the complementary water they gave you.

“Sounds delicious, what are your plans for tomorrow?” your mum questions, putting her menu down.

“I will hit up Sarah or something” Bzzzz, you feel your phone buzzing on the table. You pick it up, looking at the notification. Funnily enough its from Sarah, you open the message reading it.

“Have you spoken to JJ at all today?” the message causing your heart to beat faster, you re-read it thinking back to today.

You start typing “No y what’s happened?” you respond, staring at your phone waiting for her to respond.

“He’s gone MIA, he walked off earlier today and isn’t replying to anyone’s texts” You read through the message, carefully and slowly as to not miss any small details.

“I will lyk if I hear anything” you type out the words and hit sent, putting your phone back down on the table. Your mind rushes with thoughts of worry, you assume its not like JJ to disappear like that seeing as Sarah is asking you about it. You stare off to the distance, thinking about what could have happened.

“You okay princess” the words cut through the air like a knife, you blink turning your attention back to your mum.

“Yeah, just thinking about food” you laugh it off, forcing to push the thoughts about JJ to the side.

Kiara walks up to your table with a notepad and pen, “Welcome to the Wreck, Oh! Hi Miss Palmer” she realised who was sitting at the table halfway through the sentence, she glanced over to you giving you a half assed smile.

“Hello Kiara! How are you?” your mum asks her, she knows everything about Kiara and your friendship and what happened last year.

“Yeah, I’m good thank you! what can I get for you guys?” she asks, tapping the pen against her notepad.

“For starters, can I order garlic bread please” you speak, looking at the menu making sure your saying the right thing.

“Of course, and for you Miss Palmer?” Her voice is different to usual, probably her ‘customer’ voice.

“I would like the prawn cocktail please”

“And for mains?”

“I’ll get the crab boil please”

“Can I please have the tomato and tiger prawn pasta”

“Good choices, those are my favourites. Any drinks?”

“Y/N will have a sprite, and I’ll get a glass of your finest red wines” your mum finished the order, handing the menu over to Kiara. You pick yours up off the table, passing it to her as well.

“Perfect, shouldn’t be to long” you watch as she walks away, and behind the counter. You want to ask her about JJ.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom” you say, sliding your phone off the table. You push the chair back, standing up.

“Okay sweetie” your mum grabs her phone out of her purse. You turn around walking towards the counter. You slow down, your still thinking of what to say to her. You get to the counter, and she looks up at you.

“Hey, sorry I don’t mean to bother. Sarah was wondering if you’ve spoken to JJ at all?” you ask, putting your hands on the counter. She looks at you funny, as if you have spoken to her in a completely different language.

“No, I haven’t. Why?”  her words taste sour, she spits them out at you. you clear your throat.

“Apparently he’s gone MIA, walked away from the group earlier today and isn’t talking to anyone” you tap your fingers on the counter and watch as she types your order into the tablet.

“Haven’t heard from him. Look, I’m really busy right now I’ll talk to you later” She turns around, pushing open a door that leads into the kitchen. You stand there like a complete idiot, you decide to go to the bathroom before returning back to the table. You push the door open, and it squeaks obnoxiously as it closes behind you, you don’t even really need to use the toilet, so you just look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair.

When you walk out of the bathroom you see Mr Carrera standing at your table, talking to your mum. You walk up to the table, sitting down on your chair observing the conversation.

Its nothing interesting, just about a recent law case that is going on. You go back to your phone, scrolling through Pinterest. Your Pinterest feed is mainly couple photos, the ocean, room ideas, and surfing. You’re still thinking about JJ, your worried about him. Clearly Kiara couldn’t care less, you want to find him and make sure he’s okay.  

“And how are you Y/N?” Mr Carrera’s voice booms through your ears, you look up from your phone. He hasn’t spoken to you since last summer.

“I’m really good thank you, how are you?” you return the question, turning your phone off and throwing it onto your lap. He smiles, big white teeth grinning at you.

“I’m doing well thanks, same old” he laughs, gesturing to the restaurant around him. You smile sweetly, snickering, trying to be polite. You turn your focus back to your mum who’s watching the awkward exchange between you and Mr Carrera.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your food. Let me know if you need anything” He places a heavy hand on your shoulder, quickly taking it off.

“Thank you, Mike, talk soon” To your despair, your mum ends the conversation with him. You watch him walk away and through the same door that Kiara had walked behind earlier.

7:30 PM

Your mum pulls into the driveway, the taste of the crab boil still in the back of your throat. She puts the car into park and turns the car off.

“That food was delicious” Your mum expresses, picking her purse up from the floor of the car. You push the seat belt buckle, unclicking it from around your frame.

“Yeah, it was really good, my breathe smells like garlic now tho” you laugh, pulling the door handle to open the car door. You put one foot on the concrete, followed by the other you swiftly get out the car. You mum follows after you, slamming the car door when she gets out. You're stuck in thought, thinking about the way Kiara was so dismissive about JJ. You follow your mum to the front door, watching as she unlocks and pushes it open.

“Ladies first” she giggles like a school girl, standing to the side and gesturing you to go inside.

“Very funny, thank you” you laugh at her joke as you walk inside, the recognizable smell of home wafting you as you stood in front of the shoe wrack, kicking your converse off. Your mum gently presses her hand onto your back,

“I’m going to feed Oakley, then I’m heading to bed” she takes her hand off your back, walking past you and down the hallway into the living space. You can hear her calling Oakley and talking to her in a baby voice.

 You slump, finally free from having to act perfect all night. You walk down the hallway that leads to your room, pushing the door open you run over to your bed. Belly flopping on top of it. Your exhausted from today, the sun and water makes you feel so tired. You let your body relax, you lie there fighting off sleep. You groan, pulling yourself up. Sliding off the side of your bed you walk over to your dresser, searching through your pyjama drawer. You pull out a tight cropped grey shirt, and blue and white striped grandpa shorts. You hold the pyjamas in your hands as you walk into your bathroom, placing them on your sink bench. You unzip your dress, pulling it off your shoulders letting it slide down your legs. You step over the dress, leaving you standing in your bra and undies.

JJ’s POV:

I wince for every step I take, exhausted. I have my arm wrapped around my torso, trying to keep the pain as little as possible. I’m on figure eight, walking around in the dark. I hiss at the pain on my face when I wipe the sweat off my forehead. As I walk down the street, I look around me recognizing the houses around me. I’m somewhat near Y/N’s house, I need her, all I want is her right now.

I turn the corner, the smell of the ocean getting stronger with each step I take. I remember that Y/N’s house is right in front of the beach, I have to be close.

At this point I’m practically crawling, I’m hunched over trying to walk as fast as I can. Dad really did some damage this time, hope he’s happy. I force myself to stand up straight, groaning as I do so. I look down the street, noticing a manicured lawn and a big white house. Its Y/N’s. I sigh, relived to know I’m close to some sort of comfort. I can feel the blood drying up on my face, but the pain only intensifies.

I’m on my hands and knees, dragging my body up the lawn to a window. I can see dim lights shining through the sheer curtains, I just have to hope is Y/N’s room. I pull myself up with all the remaining strength I have left in my body, I stand in front of the widow. I stare into it, reluctant to tap on it. But I see a figure walk across the room, a breathy laugh exits me.

I knock on the window.

Y/N’s POV:

As soon as you sat down on your bed, you hear a knock at your window. your heart pounds in my chest, you jump up to your feet but freeze in place. Too scared to look.

Another knock on your window.

You lean to the right, trying to see if you could see who it was but you couldn’t see through the curtains, and its pitch-black outside.

Another knock on your window.

“Y/N are you there?” a voice comes from outside, you can barely make out the words. You wince at the sound of your name falling out of whoever’s mouth this is. “Please, let me in” you hesitate, hearing the words coated in a weep. “Fuck it if I die, I die, its whatever.” You whisper to yourself. You walk over to the window, pulling the curtains to the side. You nearly jump out of your skin when you see a face staring back at you. But your breath slows when you see its JJ’s blue gaze that’s staring at you, with a pleading look on his face. you sigh, shaking your head. You push the window up, opening it. A gush of humid air surrounds your body.

“JJ what the hell, you scared the shit out of me” you step back, giving the blonde room to climb into your room. You watch as he pulls himself in, but gasp as his body hits the floor with a thump. You look over him, his knuckles covered in blood and bruises. You move your eyes further up to his beautiful face, his lip is busted, dried blood under his nose, a black eye, and a huge gash on his forehead just below his hair line. His hair is covered in sweat, and messily dropped over his forehead. You stare at him, confused on what’s going on. You watch his chest rapidly rise and fall, his eyes frantic looking around your room. You drop to your knees by his side, looking him up and down thoughts rushing through your mind.

“JJ what happened?” your words come out harsher than you wanted them to. You look into his eyes, but he struggles keeping eye contact with you, looking down at the floor. You sit in silence, watching his jaw tense up and an angry scowl on his face.

“Nothing” he blurts out, he stands up fast causing you to fall backwards. He starts to climb out the window, “shouldn’t have come”. Your quick to grab his shoulder, his attention turns back to you.

“JJ, stop. What happened?” you tug gently at his shirt, telling him to come back inside. He rolls his eyes, leaning his head up against the window frame.

“Got in a fight” His words are sharp, to the point. Your hand still on his shoulder, you gently rub your fingers in circles. Barely touching him, but touching him enough to feel.

“With who JJ?” you question, watching the blonde swing his feet back onto your bedroom floor.

“Nobody doesn’t matter who” he stands up, towering over you. You place your hand on his chest, you can feel him quickly pull back from pain. You pull your hand off, hovering over where you had placed it. “Shit sorry”, you rush through the words, looking up at JJ.

“Your okay” He looks down at you, you can see his glazed blue eyes.

“JJ let me help you. Here sit down” you point over to your bed, you watch JJ in anticipation waiting to see if he will comply. He nods his head, you watch his as he limps over to your bed. Carefully he sits down on the corner of the bed, he is barely on it. It’s like he’s scared to sit on it. “Take your shirt off JJ, I’m going to grab the first aid kit” you hurry into your bathroom, squatting in front of your bathroom sink you pull open a drawer. You pull out the first aid kit, you kept it in your room because you often had surfing accidents. You stood up, closing the drawer with your foot. You can see JJ in the mirror as he pulls his white shirt off, revealing the mess of bruises and cuts all over his body. You take a deep breath before turning around and walking back to where you had left JJ.

[drpeppertummy]

for the sake of getting as much milkshake in this man as possible we're pretending brain freeze doesnt exist

[brief hunger, stuffing/bloating, consensual force feeding, tummyache, tummy rubs]

Sunny's stomach let out a low, hungry growl. At Marianne's request, he hadn't eaten anything that morning; she'd told him he'd need the stomach space. Now, as he sat with his arms tied behind his back, he saw why. She turned to face him with a large pitcher.

"I made this this morning," she said, holding out the pitcher to show him. It was filled almost to the top with thick pink milkshake. It was also nearly the size of Sunny's entire abdomen.

"I could've left it in the blender but I put it in here to make it a little more pretty, what do you think?"

"Fancy," Sunny agreed. She smiled and stepped closer to him. Looking up at her from the kitchen chair, he suddenly felt very small.

"Extra pretty for a pretty boy like you," she said, tapping him on the nose, and he blushed. His stomach rumbled again. Smiling, Marianne leaned forward and placed a hand on his empty belly.

"Sounds like you're ready to be filled up," she giggled. His blush deepened, and he looked up at her with big innocent eyes. Standing upright, Marianne brought the pitcher to his lips. He barely had time to take a breath before she tipped it.

The shake was strawberry vanilla, and the coldness of it shocked Sunny's empty stomach at first. Obediently, he drank, swallowing the thick liquid in large gulps, trying to keep up with the speed at which Marianne was pouring it into his mouth. She seemed to enjoy the sound of his gulping, as well as the sight of his throat working as he drank. What she enjoyed most of all, of course, was the way his belly gradually began to expand.

Sunny was small and slight, and his hungry belly had been sunken and concave when he'd arrived at Marianne's house. Now, as he drank, the shake filled him up quickly, and it wasn't long before his belly began to bulge out against his snug shirt. He felt his belt, which had fit his narrow waist perfectly when he'd gotten dressed, start to tighten around his middle. His clothes weren't the only things growing tight; his stomach was getting tighter as well. As he gulped down the heavy shake, he quickly became full, then stuffed, then overstuffed. His stomach stretched uncomfortably as more and more liquid was forced into it.

As the pitcher grew lighter, Marianne placed one hand on Sunny's bloated tummy. She could feel his quick, strained breaths as he continued to drink, as well as his stomach slowly swelling as it continued to fill. Moaning softly, Sunny arched his back, pressing his distended belly against her hand. She smiled and rubbed it gently.

"You're doing pretty good, Sunny honey," said Marianne. "You're almost halfway there." Sunny made a muffled sound of bewilderment. It seemed impossible that he wasn't almost finished; he felt like he'd downed a gallon of milkshake by now, and his stomach was reaching its limit. Still, for her, he pushed on. His belly was pressing out hard against his shirt now, stretching the fabric and straining the buttons, and his belt creaked as the pressure behind it grew. His stomach rumbled ominously with each heavy gulp.

Sunny crossed his eyes trying to get a good look at the pitcher. He couldn't tell how much was left, but the shake seemed endless. His belly was unbelievably tight, and he could feel it pushing out further and further with each swallow. Unsure how much more he could take, he let out a muffled groan, looking nervously up at Marianne. She smiled down at him, gently cupping his jaw with one hand, continuing to pour with the other. Unable to move away, he had no choice but to keep drinking. He complied for a few more moments, but the pressure inside his belly was unbearable. He whined uncomfortably, looking urgently at her.

"You full already, sweetheart?" His mouth still muffled, he made a frantic sound of agreement. Looking a little disappointed, Marianne finally pulled the pitcher away. Sunny moaned, letting his head fall back, a pink drop running down his chin. She watched his distended belly tremble as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, god, my belt, Marianne, please," he gasped. He squirmed desperately in his seat as she slowly moved across the kitchen to set the pitcher down on the counter. Smiling slyly at him, she made her way back, and slowly, carefully reached down to undo his painfully tight belt. She had to pull it tighter in order to open it, and a pained whine escaped him as she did. Finally, the buckle fell to the side, and some of the pressure was relieved. She unbuttoned his tight jeans as well, and his round belly forced the fly wide open.

"Are you comfortable, pretty baby, or do you need a tummy rub?"

"Please," he begged. She pulled up a chair in front of him, sat down, and placed her hands on his bulging sides. She squeezed gently, testing to see if there was any give left, and he groaned. There was none.

"Oh, sweetheart, your poor tummy is tight as a drum," she said, running her hands over his swollen belly. "It's a good thing you stopped me when you did, because I don't think you could take even another little drop." She gave his stomach a teasing pat. It sounded hard and solid, like patting a pumpkin. Desperately, Sunny forced up a small burp, but it didn't help much. His stomach was packed to the brim with milkshake. Pleased with her work, Marianne gently massaged his belly. It was impressively firm under her hands. She unbuttoned his shirt, then continued rubbing. The feeling of her warm hands on his chilled stomach was soothing.

Sunny's belly gurgled as it strained to digest the enormous quantity of shake. It still ached terribly after being stretched so tightly so fast, but with Marianne's warm, loving touch, it slowly--very slowly--began to feel less uncomfortable. She leaned forward and reached around him to untie his arms, kissing his tummy as she did.

[whateveryouiguess]

in the wee, small hours of the morning.

Miguel O’ Hara x Fem Reader

Summary: Miguel invites his girl to his early morning run. you can guess how that worked out for him.

Warnings: none! fluffy and fun, im not fluent in spanish but i’m getting there, native speakers u r 100% invited to critique me !! lmk what u think :)

if the sun wasn’t up, then neither was she.

few things got in between the girl and her beauty sleep. the grinding cacophony of the blender as miguel made his pre workout smoothie wasn’t enough to shake her from her sleep, but the absence of his warmth beside her in bed did cause her to stir. wiping the sleep from her eyes, her blurry vision took in the looming shadow of his broad shoulders, casted by the lamp on the nightstand beside her. the sight of his muscular back was enough to keep her awake as she sat up in bed, watching him get changed into his favorite dry fit high neck shirt.

“were you gonna say good morning?” his still raspy voice cut the cozy silence between them. “or just sit and stare at me, like a pervert?” he turns to face her with a half smile as he pulls his sweatpants on, hands on his hips.

she smiles and leans forward in the bed. “i was waiting for you to finish, actually. i didn’t wanna interrupt.”

“is that so?” he quirks an eyebrow, making his way towards the bed. she stretches her arms out and wraps them around his trim waist as he leans in for a kiss.

“mhmm.” she pulls him against her and hugs around his middle as he places kisses on her hairline. “you get dressed in a very particular way, it’s a process that can’t be disturbed. an art, some might even say.”

“who?” he laughs gently and sits beside her in the bed, pulling on his compression socks. he wraps a heavy arm around her waist and she lets her hands fall on the shoulders she’d just been admiring. his head seeks the crook of her neck like his brain is on cruise control and his lips freckle all their favorite spots, her fingers carding through his hair. “come with me.” he suggests before stamping a kiss below her ear, pulling away when she snorts out a laugh.

“you’re kidding.” a kiss on her cheek, the corner of her lips.

“nope.” he chimes.

“where, on your five am run?” she brushes a loose curl behind his ear, cocking an eyebrow with a smile. “now, you and i both know that would not end well.” he rolls his eyes and kisses her again, sitting up.

“well, you said you wanted to work out more! i was just putting it out there.” he gestures with a dramatic hand as he defends himself. she can’t help but laugh in response, to the chagrin of a very unamused miguel.

“yes, i do,” she kisses him back, only teasing him a little bit. “but inducing cardiac arrest at the asscrack of dawn isn’t exactly my idea of working out.” he wants to tuck his tail and pretend to be upset, but he can’t help but snicker at her dramatics. accepting defeat, he returns to the task of kissing, moving his arm from her waist to hold her hand and kiss down her arm.

“dios mío, querida.” he laughs out, warm breath trailing down the skin of her bicep, tickling the crook of her elbow. “cómo se dice hoity-toity?”

“oh, shut up!” she barks out a laugh and tickles at his armpit, coaxing him off of her. she gives him a gentle push as he stands. “you little shit.”

he returns the shove with a very gentle push against her shoulder, to which she dramatically flops over in the bed, folding herself in half at the waist and remaining still, poking out her tongue to seal the deal. with another dramatic eye-roll, he leans down to brush the strewn about hairs out of her eyes and kiss her on the cheek. she doesn’t kiss back, fully committed to the bit. “be back soon.” he slips his tennis shoes on and slides his cellphone into the pocket of his nike sweatpants, being sure to throw a blanket over the very dramatic, very awake, angel in his bed. “i’ll be sure to have LOTS of fun without you!” she snorts at that but stays still, only humming in reply. he stops himself at the door to watch her readjust her position, curling the bedsheets up over her neck and smelling them unashamedly, smiling at the scent of him.

maybe she didn’t wanna run with him today, but she would certainly be running circles in his mind as soon as he walked out the door.

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i liked writing this one 🤭

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 I JUST heard this song and thought it fit when aponi was alive and a druggee....

I had no idea how to describe this when in the fanfic, so just imagine that everything is all fuzzy and she has like.... no idea where she is even though she's at home. She's just really dizzy and all that.

Warnings: mentions and descriptions of drugs, sex, alcohol, underage drinking, and major addiction.

Mind in a blender, so I just surrender To the thoughts in my head They sting me like bees, I cry and call it allergies So nobody knows I'm a mess

Lilly laughed as she took a smoke of some weed.

The room got fuzzy as she looked around before standing up, stumbling toward the bathroom.

She almost collapsed onto the bathroom sink.

I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about the monsters in my head I don't want to talk about it Don't wanna talk about the double vision I get When I'm in the silence The spinning gets violent Do you wanna try it?

As she looked in the mirror her reflection spun around upside-down.

She laughed at it hysterically before she went into the cabinet and took out a baggie of cocaine.

Stumbling out of the bathroom the walls all seemed to be stretching wider and then small, making her laugh some more until she was able to collapse onto her boyfriends lap.

Blurry Everything is blurry Thoughts are in a hurry Worried Everything is Blurry

"Oh God, Jace," Lilly moaned as her boyfriend made love to her in both of their fucked up states.

Lilly didn't even remember anything before then, and yet she didn't want to do anything to stop it.

She looked at her boyfriend's face with a drunken smile as she giggled.

Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry

Lilly walked back to the bathroom, this time with a bottle of beer in her hand.

As she drank it the lights flickered and she stumbled, almost falling if it weren't for the wall.

She laughed again.

My revelation is my desperation Is only making things worse So I'll try apathetic, and if that doesn't get it I guess I'll just live with the curse

Lilly looked at herself in the bathroom with a smile on her face, laughing at how blurry her reflection was.

Her nose started bleeding before she took another swig of beer.

It caused her to tumble back a bit, so she sat on the bathroom floor and took another drink of it.

I don't want to talk about it I don't want to talk about the monsters in my head I don't want to talk about it Don't want to talk about the double vision I get When I'm in the silence The spinning gets violent Do you wanna try it?

Jason and Lilly made out on the couch, the different kinds of pills they had, scattered throughout the floor.

"You're so hot, baby," Jason murmured as he moved to kiss her neck.

Lilly moved her head to the side and put another pill in her mouth like it was candy before inhaling the cigarette in her hand.

Blurry Everything is blurry Thoughts are in a hurry Worried Everything is Blurry

Lilly sat on the bathroom floor laughing her ass off, her makeup stained onto her face and her lipstick smudged.

As she laughed there appeared to not be a wall behind her anymore as she fell on he rack looking up at the ceiling, still laughing out if her mind.

Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry

Lilly laid in bed as Jason rolled off of her.

She laughed hysterically before smoking a cigarette.

Blurry, blurry Ah, ah, blurry, blurry Blurry, blurry

In her state, she dropped the cigarette onto her chest, causing it to hurt and for her to begin to sit up. Ah, ah, blurry, blurry

Aponi sat up in alarm, breathing heavily at the dream she had of her past.

Tears ran down her face as her hands shook.

She got out of bed quickly and ran into the bathroom to splash water onto her face.

When she looked in the mirror she got a flashback to when she was alive.

Aponi jumped back from the mirror, attempting to calm herself down with deep breaths before walking over to Theo's crib and making sure he was okay.

She took a deep calming breath and kissed her baby's forehead.

She heard a noise from behind her.

She waited for ut to get closer.... and closer.... until she was able to take out her holy knife, putting it to the suspects neck.... only to reveal the face of her husband.

However the fear on her face was imminent. Especially as her hands shook.

"Darling? What's wrong?" Alastor asked as he took her hand in his, putting he rknife back into her boot before standing striaght and pulling her close to him.

"I had another nightmare," Aponi stated.

"Come on my dear, I'll stay awake with you," he replied as he lead her toward their bed.

[mia-tiny]

『 Yunho & Size Kink 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x fem!reader

⇒ smut, size kink, use of “tiny” nickname (& baby & slut), unprotected sex, wall sex, softdom!yunho, dirty talk, tummy bulge

⇒ word count: 1059

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You grunt in frustration as you stretch out as far as possible on your tippy toes, the blender still just out of reach where it sits on the tallest shelf of the kitchen. This isn’t going to work. Determined, you hook your knee over the edge of the counter to climb up higher when your boyfriend enters the room.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Yunho warns as he quickly comes behind you and removes you from the surface. With him hugging you from behind, you tilt your head straight back to meet his eyes as he towers over you. He chuckles and places a chaste kiss on your forehead. “You can just ask me to get it for you, tiny. You’ll hurt yourself doing that.”

His nickname for you has you melting every time he says it and it reminds you just how obvious the size difference is between you two. As if to make it even more apparent, he casually reaches up and grabs the blender for you with absolutely no effort.

“I mean, I could’ve gotten it myself,” you pout, but Yunho knows just how much you love gestures like this. It is almost as much as he loves seeing you look so small when you wear his clothing around the house, just like how you are currently wearing only a pair of panties and his favorite black t-shirt that easily fits more like a dress on your frame. It drives him absolutely mad and he can feel his pants getting tighter by the second as his imagination wanders.

In response to your comment, Yunho presses his hips against your ass so that you can feel his dick, making you gasp and blush.

“I mean you could have, but why would you need to when you have your big, tall boyfriend here to do it for you?” His voice has dropped a few octaves and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Ah, right,” you murmur shyly as your entire body becomes hot. “I- I’ve got to make dinner.”

Dazed by his sudden seduction, you nervously break away from his grasp and walk towards the pantry with an awkward giggle. Yunho can see you attempting to fan yourself as you face away and smirks at how worked up you are already.

As soon as you turn back around, you jump at just how close Yunho came without making a sound. With a thirsty look in his eyes, he takes leisurely steps towards you until you are backed up against the wall. Your heart is beating like crazy and you can’t even think to form words as he leans one forearm against the wall, caging you in with his considerable size.

You simply stare at him like a deer in headlights and he softly leans in to place a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. “I’m hungry for something else.”

You moan as he sucks and bites your earlobe, his free hand sneaking under the hem of your shirt to squeeze your ass roughly. Your body quickly relaxes and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. His mischievous fingers slip your panties down enough that they fall to the floor, leaving you exposed. He traces up and down your slit, groaning at how wet you are for him.

“Do you think this tiny little pussy can take my fat cock?” he questions rhetorically as he rests his forehead against yours. He closely watches your erotic expressions as he plays with your clit, your knees weakening at the sensation.

Needing more, you fight through the dizzying pleasure to reach down and pull his hard cock out of its confines, giving it a few pumps with your fist that looks minuscule when wrapped around his huge dick. It is as if every part of him is made specifically to drive you crazy.

“Please fuck me,” you whimper pathetically. “I can take it.”

He flashes a smug grin before he is reaching under your thighs and easily hoisting you up to rest your back against the wall so that you are pinned. More than anything, you love when he tosses you around like a rag doll or uses his strength as an advantage over you.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he hums in satisfaction as he slowly sinks you down onto his cock. “No matter how many times I split you open on my dick you’re still so fucking tight.”

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he fits the entire length inside of you, your pussy fluttering around him frantically as it adjusts to his size. He moans at the sensation and starts thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. He savors the feeling as he rolls his hips in a manner that has you gasping at the pleasure.

“Right there,” you pant desperately. “Again, please.”

Yunho obeys immediately, picking up his pace as he continues to poke that perfect place inside of you. Your entire body tingles with ecstasy as he gazes down to watch himself fucking you silly, a pornographic moan escaping his mouth as he takes in the sight.

“Fuck, tiny. Look at how much my cock fills you up,” he commands as he again speeds up. 

You glance downwards and whimper at the sight of his dick poking a bulge in your stomach every time he fills you up. Without a doubt, it is the hottest thing you have ever seen, and you can’t help but reach down to feel it. As you press down on the right spot, your moans become uncontrollable and the extra pressure on the head of his cock has Yunho dangerously close to the edge.

Luckily for him, it only takes a few thrusts more before you are tensing around him, sending him into his orgasm as well. Overcome by euphoria, he leans in and catches your lips in a hungry kiss while you ride out your highs. Only when you are both panting for air does he slowly slip out of you and set you down on your sore legs. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head as he squeezes his arms around you, holding you close to his chest.

You feel, in that moment, that you two must be made for each other.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Taglist: @minkysmilk @annaflwrs @han8ul @whatudowhennooneseesyou

[bigwishes]

I love your stories so much! I want to know what YOU would wish for…

Less of a story here because I dont like writing stories about myself. But I guess if I got a wish, it'd be to instantly get the life I'm working towards. I wanna be built like a fucking truck, NO A FUCKING TANK! I wanna spend 10 minutes just getting my huge body actually out of bed in the morning followed by a mandatory stretching session so I can actually move through out the day. I want the place I'll be working at to have to custom order a lab coat as I just don't fit in the standard ones. I want my foot steps to be heard all around the office no matter wear you are. I want to have to take a whole ass eskey to work everyday for all my meals. At the end of the day I wanna hit the gym with my boyfriend who would ideally be into bodybuilding too, nothing hotter than two guys trying to help each other get bigger. I want to sweat like a pig through my whole workout, have all my clothes look like an entirely different colour by the time I'm done and when I get in the car I want my boyfriend to think my B.O is way too rank, no matter how into it he is I want him to think its too much, hell I wanna think I smell too fucking rank but the windows would stay up and if he complained about my post gym B.O I'd simply put hands behind my head to make sure as much of it can fill up the car as possibly. When I get home I want my gym shoes and bag to have to stay in the garage or else risk stinking up the whole house. When I finally get around to taking a shower I want it to be an uphill battle. It takes me 20-30 minutes as it is now to scrub B.O off my bodyhair so imagine how it'll be when I'm finally big. After all that'd done, I wanna sit down on the couch, hear the frame bed under my muscle, load up COD and sit down with a nice big plate of dinner and a XL blender filled with a protein shake and eat all of it to hit my macros, only to be left bloated for the rest of the night, unable to stop burping or belching. and a few other things like on the weekends spending pretty much all day in my underwear posing and keeping a pump up, wearing gym clothes 90% of the time because thats the only thing made for my body, and of course just for fun buying a shirt slightly too small and seeing how long it takes me to rip it in public.

but a day to day life like that is what I'm working towards, I wanna be told I'm too big and I should give the gym a break. I want to just be a huge fucking tank of a man who takes up an entire doorway. That is the life I'm currently working towards, only difference is if I got a real wish to make it happen instantly is I'd make sure my genetic limit becomes non existent so there was no limit to how big I could get.

[gabessquishytum]

Throwing ushy gushy pussy Dream into a blender with whatever 'dream gets knocked up and turns out he and Hob both have a pregnancy kink' au works here because no one can stop me.

Dream has no choice but to wear some kind of pad whenever he leaves the house because every movement of the baby (or babies), every ache and sore and ill-fitting garment makes him absolutely drenched. Everything reminds him of how good Hob knocked him up, it's a problem except it isn't.

When he gets further along he has a couple of incidents where forgetting his pad leads to him soaking through the fabric of his pants and people assuming his water had broken

- 🍃

Aww hell yeah. Dream can have a pregnancy kink and be turned on by his own body. As a treat.

The typical things that he'd assumed would make him feel a bit insecure about himself - gaining weight, stretch marks - they're not really a problem in the way he'd imagined. Turns out, they don't worry him. They make him horny to almost disastrous levels instead.

He's so leaky. His clit is so swollen all the time. Slick is pouring down his thighs, his cute maternity leggings are sticky and stained. And when he notices that his belly is sticking out so much, he's so wet, his pussy is throbbing, well. That turns him on even more, doesn't it?

He keeps having to call Hob to come and pick him up because he's making a puddle on the floor in tesco AGAIN. It's embarrassing!! Not that Hob minds, at all. Even when he has to fit a waterproof seat cover in the car.

Even all the horrible bits of pregnancy, like the sore feet, the hair falling out, the teeny tiny bladder, do absolutely nothing to quell Dream’s constant raging horniness. The only thing that calms him down even slightly, is the thought of having to push a baby out of his body in a couple of months.

But hey! There's always his post-pregnancy body to look forward to after that, and that definitely perks the horny thoughts riiiight back up again. There's also the fact that Hob will constantly pull Dream into his lap and shower him in kisses, telling him how pretty he looks knocked up.

What's Dream supposed to do, not have an orgasm about that?

[stumblngrumbl]

i've had this leather hat for ages and for quite some time it hasn't fit because it got too hot for too long dried too much and shrank

well recently i bought some leather soap and yesterday i pretty much saturated the hat and scrubbed it and then while it was damp i stretchhhhhhhed it and then stretched it more and more today and tonight i mink oiled it and i realized if i was being paid at my job wage for all the time i've put into rescuing this hat i would've been able to buy probably four or five new ones

but that's not the point; that kind of thinking is how we end up with disposable economy and junk products. this hat is made of serious leather; with care someone could probably be wearing it regularly still a hundred years from now or more

working on something and bringing it back into use is really satisfying. even if it's an hour spent fixing s thirty dollar blender or time spent mending moth holes in a sweater once you start doing it it's hard to stop and you find you buy fewer things particularly when you consider if they're actually sturdy enough to last and are likely to actually be repairable

[chipped-chimera]

WIP H A I R update: On the home stretch but currently having a massive fit because -

While I have figured out how to get animations out for bodies (means I could test weight painting IN blender without jumping in and out of the game - muh workflow) - I cannot fathom for the life me how to get the hair dangle meshes exported. I have tried exporting the hair, then exporting 'with rig'. No dice. I have tried exporting it as a multimesh with a whole HEAD + rigs. No dice. I have tried exporting a whole goddamn NPC WITH HEAD + RIGS. NO. DICE. I always get some bone refusal error -

I have done this on both Wolvenkit builds (stable + nightly). This goes not only for npcs but other hair. Sometimes it's a different bone. I haven't exactly tested EVERY hair for exporting but ... christ is this a bug or am I doing something dumb? why is everyone so secretive about hair modding can someone just tell me how to get the dangles out. Yeah I've read the dangle bones tutorial. It only talks about getting shirt dangles out for a hair, not like ... actual. Hair. I don't even want to use them I just want them for a reference. Also possibly so I can look at UUH4V.

Texture weirdness. But I know the problem is something to do with how what I've made is being processed, because the overly bright stuff here is a basegame mesh I used to fill out a section (or maybe it's supposed to be that bright). Or could possibly be me botching something in custom back-faces (switching back to _doubled to see about that one). That one is still very puzzling to me given all the UV's are mapped to the same stuff, using the same material - looks completely fine in blender (as usual). The UV mapping method may be a bit structurally different though but I don't see how this would cause such a major difference? Could be I did dumb stuff with Hair Tools though, I'll get back to you on that one.

throwing this out into the void cause I'm exhausted someone just tell me how to extract dangles 😭

[kolibrieren]

Commentary by Enip, author of the video:

This games does stir up a lot of emotions alright... I played it a while ago but I couldn't get it out of my head.This is a fan edit with some custom made 3D animation. Apart from the scene with Elster and videos from the game, everything was modeled by me with Blender.

Game: Signalis (rose engine)

Music: "Toteninsel" (Rachmaninov) and "Emptiness" (Cicada Sirens & 1000 Eyes)

Poem: Adapted from "Der Krieg" (Heym)

Author's translation of the poem under the readmore:

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yeah I put a lot of time to make sure those details would fit together. ^^ The poem isn't 100% "Der Krieg" as I adapted it a little and it has been ages since I wrote something in German so it might be crappy, but I'll write down the translation of it I had in mind :

Aufgestanden ist sie, welche lange schlief,

She who slept long has risen

Aufgestanden unten aus Gewölben tief

Risen from vaults deep below.

In der Dämmrung steht sie, groß und unerkannt,

In the twilight she stands, tall and unrecognized,

Und den Mond zerdrückt sie in ihrer schwarzen Hand

And she crushes the moon in her black hand.

Einem Turm gleich tritt sie aus der letzten Glut,

Like a tower she emerges from the last embers,

Wo der Tag flieht, sind die Ströme schon voll Blut.

Where the day flees, the rivers are already full of blood.

Zahllos sind die Leichen schon im Schilf gestreckt,

Countless bodies are already stretched out in the reeds

Von des Todes starken Vögeln weiß bedeckt.

Covered white by death's mighty birds.

Über runder Mauern blauem Flammenschwall

Over round walls blue flames

Steht sie, über schwarzer Gassen Waffenschall.

She stands, over black alleys the sound of weapons.

Über Toren, wo die Wächter liegen quer,

Above gates where the watchmen lie across,

Über Brücken, die von Bergen Toter schwer.

Over bridges made by mountains dead heavy.

In der Nacht sie jagt das Feuer querfeldein

In the night she chases the fire across country

Einen roten Hund mit wilder Mäuler Schrein.

A red dog with wild mouths shrine.

Aus dem Dunkel springt der Nächte schwarze Welt,

The black world of the night leaps out of the darkness,

Über sturmzerfetzter Wolken Widerschein,

Above storm-torn clouds reflection,

In des toten Dunkels kalten Wüstenein,

In the dead dark cold deserts,

Daß er mit dem Brande weit die Nacht verdorr,

so that the night withered away with the fire,

Pech und Feuer träufet unten auf Gomorrh

Pitch and fire drip down on Gomorrh

[imamiii]

Short Tutorial for Hair Conversion UV Mapping

I want to share with you guys how I convert a 2048x4096 map sized UV to a 1024x1024 map sized UV. Sorry if this tutorial is a bit clunky, and I do want to preface that I am also a beginner with Blender, but this system helped me a lot!

I won’t be explaining how to export and import the meshes into Blender, but more so on the UV mapping aspect.

What you’ll need:

1. A hair mesh you want to convert

2. Sims4Studio to export the meshes

3. Blender

4. An image editing program, I’ll be using Photoshop

The tutorial:

1. Export the mesh and texture from S4S, then import it to Blender

2. Add another view port and switch it to the 'UV/Image Editor' mode. Your window should look somewhat like this

3. Select the hair mesh and go into ‘Edit Mode’ (or press the ‘Tab’ key). The UV Map of the hair will show up in the ‘UV/Image Editor’ window.

4. Make a new 2048 x 4096 blank texture by clicking on the ‘New’ button, or you can import the texture that came with the hair by clicking on the ‘Open’. For this tutorial I’ll be making a blank texture, because we’ll be messing with the actual hair texture later.

5. The UV map will look stretched, but that’s okay, because that’s the actual way the hair is mapped to fit with TS4 UV placements. What you’re going to do now is press ‘A’ on your keyboard. This will select all the UVs from the mesh.

6. Export the UV by clicking on the ‘UV’ button and save it. This might take a while, especially on higher poly meshes.

7. Open the exported UV map PNG file in your image editor program, and since I’m using Photoshop, I’ll go ahead and go to ‘Image’ - ‘Canvas Size’, and you can follow my settings here:

7. The image will be cropped and you’ll be left with a 1024 x 1024px image. What you’re going to do is make a black solid color fill layer and invert the colors of the UV you exported (’Ctrl + I’ with the layer selected). Then you can flatten the layers. It should look somewhat like this:

8. Save it and open it in Blender. Basically, we’ve made a guide to match the UVs. What you’re going to do is select all the UVs (’A’ on your keyboard) and go into edit mode by pressing ‘Tab’.

9. With all of the UVs selected, press ‘S’ then ‘X’ on your keyboard and then press ‘2′ and ‘Enter’. Press ‘S’ again, then ‘Y’, and press ‘4′ and ‘Enter. What we’re doing here is upscaling the UVs to a 1024 x 1024px map, because if you think about it, 2048 x 4096 divided by 1024 x 1024 is 2 x 4. Amazing math.

10. You’ll need to move the UVs and match them to the guide that we’ve made earlier by pressing ‘G’ on your keyboard and moving your cursor. Just keep nudging until they look flush!

11. Voila! You’re done. All you need to do now is make the hair textures into a 1024x1024 sized image by repeating step 7, but this time exporting it as a DDS file because you’ll need the alpha. I highly recommend you to also retexture it, since most creators don’t allow you to use their textures.

And that’s how I match a 2048x4096 UVs to 1024x1024 image! Of course, you can apply this tutorial for other things. I hope this tutorial is clear enough and able to help you guys. Thanks for tuning in, and happy simming!

[imaginaryari]

Meet Iris

this is old and i havent touched it in years and needs a touch up

Sunlight

A cup of milk tea in one hand and the other releasing the wards on her shop, Iris starts her day just like usual. Inspecting the shop to see if everything is still in place, prioritizing the garments she’s tasked with today, flipping the Open sign with a flick of a finger. The shop just has Tailor in a scripted font on the door and along with the wards to keep the humans in the area at a distance.

There isn’t much today. The finishing touches of a vest made from greenest grass and the scent of rain and a corset made from the blood of an ex. Her clients always have the most interesting requests but it’s fine. She’s the only one who can complete them without asking dangerous questions.

She calls the two clients in for final fittings and considers giving herself the rest of the day off. That is until a very pristine looking envelope sealed with a red wax stamp flitters onto her workstation. It pains her to open it and ruin the gorgeous seal but the request has high importance. New clients are exciting but royals seeking her out is unexpected.

“Greetings! I’ve seen your work and I’m most impressed with your waterfall dress. I have a request for a dress made from sunshine for my daughters wedding. She and her entourage will be on their way shortly after this letter gets to you.” ~ Queen Iliana

She recalls the dress mentioned fondly. The bodice was made with the blue stone of the north and the skirt the white rushing water that flowed, unrelenting. The most difficult piece she’s ever made. Until this request. Trust the fae to have near unrealistic goals.

Key word: near. She could say no, but the challenge is so deliciously tempting. — Collecting sunlight sounds easy in theory. Set a container out during the day. Wait. Cap before sunset. Enjoy. I guess you suppose collecting rainwater is easy too.

She usually uses sunlight to make accessories, small things to catch the eye. Headbands made of rays to mimic halos. So her items for collecting sunlight aren’t efficient for the task at hand. The pitch black jars seem to taunt her. It would take weeks to collect enough for the dress and then there’s the question of binding.

One thing at a time. She needs something bigger than a jar. And perhaps, assistance.

A bell jingles alerting the shop owner that she’s arrived.

“What can I do for you today Iris?” the shop owner asks.

“A cauldron,” the seamstress says. “The biggest one you can give me, Wanda.”

“Oh? What are you cooking?” Wanda asks, disappearing amongst her endless rows of shelves.

“Not cooking, I’m collecting sunlight.”

“…how much sunlight exactly?” Her voice yells over the aisles.

“Enough to make a dress.”

There’s quiet before Wanda returns with a cauldron more than big enough, wheeled to the front by a charmed flat cart. “Will this do?”

“It’s perfect as always Wanda.”

-

It takes 5 days for Iris to collect the sunlight. Binding it into sheets right before sunset and then storing it away in a special black box. On the last day, she places a prism into the cauldron just to get wisps of a rainbow. The binding for rainbows is a lot trickier because colors want to separate. She succeeds, and thinks it would make a beautiful veil. She takes the next two days to rest.

Next is the spinning, her least favorite part. The wheel has seen better days but hasn’t retired yet. Another cup of milk tea and a playlist of songs of which their genres wouldn’t mix in a blender, she starts the arduous task. When the first ball of light is done she breaks. Stretches. Remembers to stay hydrated.

Moonlight

Collecting moonlight is even more taxing. For one, the moon is a slippery entity never in the sky where it was the day before and not always full. There is a cheat, although Iris wouldn’t call it a cheat. If anything it’s more work than waiting every month for the full moon. She’s on a time crunch and doesn’t have much time. The next full moon she finds herself by the water with crystal clear buckets and determination.

She fills the first by walking out into sea, along the moonlight path, and dragging it back the way she came. It’s heavy and she’s glad to rest it down in the sand to soak up any more of the moon's light. She takes a breath and reaches for the next bucket. Four more to go. The moon is high in the sky when her collecting is done. The buckets emit a silvery glow and she smiles tiredly. Satisfied that she’s gotten enough to work with and that she’s gotten enough exercise for the week, she carefully seals them and loads them into Wanda’s van. She crashes like the waves onto her bed when she gets home.

Working with moonlight is far easier. Shades are unnecessary as it is nowhere near as bright and moonlight is cool as opposed to the warm rays from the sun. Spinning is much smoother and she relishes the touch of the silver light and the shine it leaves on her hands.

Stardust

Oriana is a celestial witch. Quite in tune with the darkness of space and all celestial bodies. Iris and Wanda can tell just how powerful she is. It’s just that she spends her time among humans as an astrologist. A great hustle, for witches like her. She gets the money and sows tiny seeds of conflict and chaos. Iris has yet to formally meet Oriana and Wanda hasn’t spoken to her in years because,

“Your Scorpio sun and Gemini moon still do not vibe with me dear Wanda.” Oriana says. “Who’s your triple Aquarius friend? I’m absolutely terrified right now.” Her eyes widen almost comically.

“Oriana, her name is Iris and she needs a favor.” Wanda says after a sigh.

“I’m a seamstress and I was asked to make a dress made from stardust. I was told you were the most powerful celestial witch in this area.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. Even if you don’t mean it.” Oriana says with too bright a smile. “So…you want some from me? You know I can’t part with something as rare as stardust. As a celestial witch it’s unheard of!”

“I want to know how to collect it myself.” Iris says cutting her off.

“Oh…a first. Well, there are many ways!” Oriana starts pacing around her home, looking for something Iris and Wanda could only guess.

“You could get on a rocket ship although that’s excessive you’re a seamstress not an astronaut. You could wait for a comet to pass earth the collect the dust that rains down but you know that’s nearly impossible and not for the impatient. Oh! you could find a meteorite and grind the dust yourself- “

“That! That one seems most plausible.” Iris says, cutting her off once again. “Would you know where to look?”

Oriana pops out from a ridiculously huge chest, pulling out an object as big as a baseball. “Apparently in here,” she says. “Like I said I can’t part with rare material like this but I can at least show you what it looks like.”

“Looks like any old rock.” Wanda murmurs.

“That’s the beauty of it, no?” Oriana says tossing up and catching it like a baseball.