#im so tired. but my tummy is upset :-(

[mejomonster]

Im doing the fun part of writing: just wrote my cast, the locations, now jotting down the key scenes <3

Thw hard part: knowing once im fleshing this put eaxh key scene is going to blossom into 4-8 somehow and turn into 2k minimum each but possibly 10k words and then. And THEN. Hardest of all my adhd kick my ass and ill get 20,000 words in and lose my ability to focus for several weeks and be so sad i cant fucking focus and write and like 200 words will come out after 4 hours of effort and damn it

[lago-morpha]

it's crazy how eating under 1200 calories a day as a 115lb 5'6 teenage boy makes me feel weak. who could have predicted this?

[juliansbear]

I hate when you just want to go home and you can't

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

:^(

[roosterbruiser]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

A piercing cry slices through the dark--your eyelids are too heavy to wrench open, especially when you’re cocooned under the heavy duvet like you are right now. 

From behind you, molded against your body like he always is when you sleep, Jake’s muscles tense. Rigidly, he sighs into the warm curve of your throat and blinks through the dark. And, yes, there on the baby monitor is your six-month-old baby boy in his silly-looking sleep sack. He’s about to wail, Jake can tell. His little bottom lip’s wobbling and his eyes are shut tight and even though Jake can’t see his hands, he knows his fists are clenched.

“Your son is so dramatic,” you whisper, muffled from the pillow. 

“I thought we decided on theatrical,” Jake whispers back, his voice thin and worn. He peppers a few sloppy kisses to your throat and starts to sit up. “I’ve got ‘im.” 

“You’re my hero,” you mutter, yawning. 

He stretches and then swings his legs over the bed. 

“Kinda my thing,” he says as he stands.

“I love you so much,” you reply. Any other time, with more sleep, you would’ve scoffed at him and given him your best eye roll. But you’re too tired to feel anything but grateful for your husband right now. “Like, so much.” 

Jake laughs lightly, tiredly. 

“I know,” he says cockily, teasingly. 

You don’t respond, already drifting off to sleep again. You’re so tired that you can feel it in your bones--a deep, deep ache that is only exacerbated by frequent diaper changes and excessive feedings and tumultuous tummy times and gas and formula and binkies and board books and burp cloths and baths. 

And even though the baby is definitely about to start screaming, Jake can’t help but pause for a moment in repose as he stands in the doorway in his slouchy sweatpants. You’re sprawled across the bed already--you always say it’s to keep his spot warm but he knows that it’s because you’d sleep in star-formation if you had the choice--and breathing deeply. Your hair is a mess on the pillow and your cheek is smushed. Anyone with eyes can see that you’re exhausted from parenting a very particular, theatrical Seresin baby boy.  

He wants to cross the room again and tuck your hair back from your forehead. He wants to kiss your aching temples and your heavy eyelids. He wants to pull you in his arms, gather all those limbs, and hold you close. 

But he doesn’t want to wake you up.

So, he just smiles gently. 

“I love you so much,” he responds finally. “So, so, so stupid much.” 

And then he’s padding down the hallway, yawning again, but with a smile tugging on his lips. He can hear his son’s whimpers from outside the door and honestly, he’s shocked the screaming hasn’t started yet. 

The sound of artificial rain floods Jake’s ears when he comes into the room, the little sound machine in the corner lulling your son to sleep each day and night. He doesn’t bother turning it off or turning the light on--Jake’s fairly certain he’s adapted to the dark by now anyway. 

There in his crib, the one Jake had to finally ask Javy to help build, is a wriggling and fussy baby boy. His gummy mouth on display as he thrashes his head back and forth and his cheeks ruddy from upset. 

Jake’s heart swells as he strokes his cheek. Sometimes he still can't believe that this sweet little creature--the one with your eyes and his nose and your cheeks and his chin--is all his and all yours. You made him, every bit of him, and he is the most precious thing to ever grace this earth. Jake's sure of it.

“Hey there, cowboy,” he says softly. His son doesn’t let up yet, kicking his legs as Jake unzips the sleep sack. “S’alright, darlin’, daddy’s here.” 

All the tired floods his body and slips out under the door when Jake’s not looking. He holds his son against his bare chest, his body still so small and so soft. But then Jake is kissing the feathery hair on his head and bouncing lightly in his spot, heels digging into the rug. 

“What’s got you so upset?” Jake whispers, lips pressed against his son’s forehead. “Bad dream, baby?” 

Your son doesn’t respond. He just burrows into his fathers neck, his breaths stuttering and his mouth open and drooling. Jake pats his back a few times, kissing his cheek. He inhales his sweet, sweet scent and sighs.  

He loves the way your son smells--he just smells warm. He isn’t sure if it’s the body wash or the lotion or the sheets that does it. But he somehow just always smells good, like home, like you. 

“Let’s take a seat, huh? A little rock and roll never hurt nobody, huh?” He asks quietly as he sits in the rocking chair. 

If you were awake to hear his pun, you would’ve never let him hear the end of it. Jake makes a mental note to tell it to you over breakfast. 

Your son’s whimpers are fading fast, especially when Jake starts to softly rock him, tucking his chin on his head and patting his back softly. 

“Mama thinks you’re theatrical,” he tells your son, eyes fluttering shut. “And you definitely are. Mama also thinks you get it from me--and you absolutely do. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, cowboy. You gonna be a little actor? Or a little lawyer?” 

Your son babbles quietly, fingers tangled in Jake’s hair as a form of self-soothing. Jake kisses his face a few more times. 

“Or you could just stay here with me and mama forever,” he whispers. 

And he knows that having a son has made him soft--like crying at that one Honda commercial kind of soft--because his eyes grow wet when he thinks of your son getting any bigger than he is now. He never wants a day to come where he can’t pull his son to his chest, sit down in the rocking chair, and make the tears stop. 

"I love you," he whispers. "Me and mama love you so, so much. More love than can fit in this whole world."

When you pad down the hallway, eyes full of sand and sleep from your very few hours slumbering, you don’t even have to touch the walls anymore to orient yourself. You know where you’re going even in the pitch-black hallway. 

Jake’s sleeping when you come into the nursery, the sound machine quiet in the corner of the room. Your son is still in his arms, sleeping against his chest. And God do they look alike right now in the light of the moon--both of them sleeping with their heads resting on each other’s, their mouths open, their fists clenched. 

You came in here to bring Jake back to the bedroom. But watching him hold your son, your sweet boy, in that rocking chair that he built in this room he put together--you decide that a few more hours of comfortable sleep isn’t worth it. Tempurpedic mattress be damned. 

So, you just carefully cross the floor. The rug is soft beneath your bare feet when you lean forward and stroke your son’s head, careful to have a soft touch that will not wake him. And then you’re kissing Jake’s warm cheeks, stroking his blonde locks, too. 

Jake stirs slightly, eyes twitching. Your heart swells. 

You sink onto the floor before the rocking chair, leaning against Jake’s legs. The rain is lulling you already and you yawn as you rest your cheek on his thighs. The rug is comfortable--you’re glad you went for this one. Your son is happy and sleeping and your husband is holding him and everything is right in the world. 

And just as you’re about to fall asleep again, Jake’s thighs cushioning you, Jake’s hand falls into your hair. He strokes a few times in welcome--hi, baby. 

 “Missed you,” you mutter. 

“Missed you,” he returns. His hand glides through your hair. “All’s right in the world now, huh?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper. “It is.”

happy Father's Day to those who celebrate <3

[springgirlshowers]

Let Me Show You

Summary: You haven’t been feeling very pretty lately, Joost decides to prove you wrong, and he won’t let you finish until you admit that you are.

CW: negative self talk/self image, tiny bit of crying, body worship, teasing, praise, so much foreplay, fingering, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, i use google translate for dutch (im sorry 😭)

WC: 2827

A/N: i wassss gonna wait to post this, but i couldn’t help myself it feels wrong to keep the world waiting </33 challenge: take a shot every time the word “kiss” is said in this fic

You hadn’t been feeling well at all today.

Not in the sick with the flu sort of well, more of just not feeling well with yourself. Not feeling content with yourself.

It started in the morning, when you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Joost was already gone, needing to stop by Teuns to clean up a few songs.

You leaned forwards in the mirror, analyzing your face. Feeling disappointed at it, for some reason, it felt like every single tiny little flaw was extremely noticeable. Every blemish, every bump, every pore, it all felt so much more noticeable.

You pushed at the apple of your cheeks, then leaning away from the mirror to look at your body.

You turned to the side, looking at your stomach and squeezing the flesh. Dropping your arms weakly as you continued to stare at yourself.

You felt ugly. You hated it. You wanted to crawl out of your own body.

Since that was impossible, you threw on a matching pair of gray sweats. Then curling yourself into a ball under the sheets. Hiding away from the world.

About three hours later, you heard the door unlock and the sound of shoes being kicked off. Joost called out your name, stopping once he saw the sight of your back and head on the bed, the rest of you covered up by the duvet.

He knew you were awake, it was only a few minutes after 3PM.

He walked over to your side of the bed, sitting on the edge and smiling at you as he stroked your hair. He could already tell from the look on your face that you were upset.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He spoke softly, eyebrows knit together in concern.

“Nothing, I’m just a bit tired.” You shrugged, Joost let out a breath through his nose, seeing straight through your lie.

Joost was your lover, of course he knew the difference between a tired expression versus a gloomy expression on your face.

“I know it’s not that, schat. Something’s bothering you.” Your eyes darted away for a second, you were trying to decide if you should keep up this act of just being “tired” or be honest.

“It’s really nothing, Joost.”

“You keeping whatever it is bottled up is only gonna make it worse, liefje. Trust me, I would know.” Joost tutted, rubbing your thigh.

He was right, you would know as well. You’ve told him the same thing before when he’d be upset about something.

"I just..." You sighed as you sat up, already feeling embarrassed about your upcoming confession. "I haven't been feeling very pretty lately." Joosts face turned into an immediate frown.

"How? What's not pretty about you?" He sounded almost insulted, insulted by the fact you would think so negatively about you.

"My face looks wrong. My body looks wrong. I’ve got a tummy on me. I don't know. I don’t know how to explain it exactly, I just don't feel attractive." You sighed, dragging your hands down your face.

“We all have a tummy. I’ve got a tummy.” He poked his stomach, smiling looking at it and then back up at you.

You shook your head as an amused smile spread on your face, you pulled the duvet off the rest of your body due to the heat becoming uncomfortable.

“You know what I mean, Joost.” You silently groaned and put your face into your hands.

“I do. But I don’t care.” Joosts voice was smooth as he removed your hands from your face, your eyes were already watering, he let out a sympathetic hum.

“You might not think it. But you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You knew Joost was telling the truth. Anytime he would look at you, he felt like he was looking at an a real life angel sent by God himself.

You were just too far deep in the rabbit hole of your negative self talk.

Tears began to slip from your eyes and you turned your head away, Joost still had his hands cupped lightly around your face.

“I’m sorry. You know I don’t look pretty when I cry.” You sniffled, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. “My face gets all pink and blotchy.”

Joost gently turned your face back to him, taking in all your beautiful features.

“I love your face. Even if it’s all pink and blotchy.” His words got a small laugh out of you, he grinned .

“You really think so?” You asked, voice still shaky.

“I know so.” He wiped away another tear from your cheek with his thumb. This was cliché, but you loved it. You loved him.

“I can prove it to you, if you want?” Joost raised his brows, you knew exactly what he was suggesting. You nodded happily.

He quickly put his lips against yours, kissing so passionately. So sweetly.

“I wanna make a deal, ja?” Joost said in between kisses. You nodded.

“I’m gonna show you how beautiful you are.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “I’m going to tell you, show you until you know it’s true.” He kisses the other side. “And then…you’re gonna tell me how pretty you are, then I’ll make you cum. Ja?”

“Joost..” You mumbled out, flustered already.

“You okay with that deal?” He kissed your lips gently, brushing some hair out your face.

“Okay. Okay. We have a deal.” You giggled, eyes closing.

“Good.” He smiled, the type of smile that made you feel like you could melt straight into the sheets. He kissed you one more time before moving his lips along your jaw.

He moved his hand, rubbing his thumb softly over your bottom lip.

“You know how much I love your lips.” He ran his mouth along your jaw, before moving to hover his face over yours.

“And your nose. This cute little nose.” He gave you a peck just on the tip of your nose, tapping it after and making a little boop! noise.

His antics got a small sniffle and laugh out of you. God, he was so silly. So unserious in such an intimate moment like this. You loved it. It made your nervousness fade away.

He moved to kiss both your eyelids next, so silly.

“Your eyes, I could stare into them all day if you didn’t think it was so creepy.” He chuckled. “Zo mooi. Ik zie je gezicht in mijn dromen.” He whispered, quickly moving his mouth to your neck. Your breath hitched as he placed sloppy kisses all over it.

His mouth ran over that sweet spot that made you let out a soft whimper, you could feel his smirk against your skin.

“Mijn mooie meisje.” His breath against your neck tickled, making you inch away from it.

His hands began to slide underneath your baggy sweatshirt, sliding up and down before going up one last time and bringing your sweatshirt with him.

He soon did the same with your sweatpants as he moved his lips along your collarbones, you lifted your lips to help remove them. He tossed them on the floor, along with your top.

He pulled away from your skin to look at you in complete awe. You were a bit embarrassed due to your extremely plain underwear, you didn’t bother to put on a bra this morning. If you knew you’d be getting intimate today, you would’ve worn something nicer.

Yet Joost didn’t care, his face didn’t care at all. Still staring at you like you were a dream come true. You were.

“Can’t believe you’d want to hide such a gorgeous body like this.” He grazed his fingers down your arm, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to your mouth, kissing your knuckles.

Your hands came up unconsciously to conceal your chest. Joost didn’t let this happen. He intertwined his hands with each of yours, holding them against the mattress.

“Aw, no hiding. I wanna see these pretty tits of yours.” You bit your lip and turned your head away, surprised at his explicit words.

He quickly brought his lips to your chest, kissing all over it. Between the valley of your breasts, above and below them. Finally placing his mouth on one of them.

A sharp gasp let out of you, Joost chuckled against you. Sucking and nipping at your breast, leaving red and purpling hickies.

He took your nipple into his mouth, making you squirm and arch your back slightly, he moved one hand to your other breast. Squeezing and playing with it for a little before switching his mouths attention to that one.

He didn’t need words to tell you how much he loved your tits. The messy kisses from his mouth were enough.

He ignored the way his dick was hardening in his pants at the sounds of your whimpers and breaths of pleasure. This evening, he was focusing on you, and you only.

He trailed his lips down, stopping at your stomach. He dragged his hands down, sliding them to the sides of your waist and squeezing, making you shiver.

“You know how much I love your tummy. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve fallen asleep when I lay my head on it.” He pressed a kiss just below your bellybutton. “Such a cute stomach, I don’t get how you could be so embarrassed of such a beautiful tummy like this.”

You weren’t sure how your stomach could be beautiful. But then you remembered all the times you thought the same about Joosts, going insane over the sight of it.

“All day all I do is want to hold you. I dream about it when I’m away. Did you know that?” He looked up at you, he looked like a goddamn dream.

You shook your head and he gave you a dramatic pout.

“No? I guess I should’ve told you sooner.” He moved his hands and squeezed your hips, another giggle escaped you.

He trailed small, slow, pecks above the waistband of your underwear. Soon hooking his fingers underneath and pulling them down your legs. Kissing your thighs as he did so.

He parted your legs with gentle hands, letting out a coo of adoration at the sight of you. You blushed and bit your finger, turning your head to the side.

He brought a tattooed hand back up to the side of your face, turning your gaze back to him as his thumb smoothed over your cheek.

He smiled at you with a face of pure infatuation. Not needing words to say how he felt about you once again.

He leaned down, eloping his lips around yours as you brought your head up from the pillow, pushing into the kiss.

A finger came up to your clit, gathering your wetness, you let a shaky breath into his mouth.

“It’s okay.” He smiled. Making a beeline of kisses all the way down until his mouth stopped right above your clit.

He held onto your thighs, bringing them up and squeezing the plush of them in his hands, bending your legs.

“Oh, so soft. I’d live in between your legs if you let me.”

“Naughty boy.” You giggled.

“Just being truthful.” He shrugged, he watched in adoration as he rubbed his middle finger in between your folds, his finger already covered in your slick. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He cooed.

He carefully inserted his finger inside you, staring at your face with a smile, watching how your mouth parted, eyes fluttering.

He came back up as his finger slowly pushed in and out, watching your face up close as he inserted a second finger.

“You ready to tell me what you are? Hm?” You tried your best to look at him as you let out a whiny moan. Which was your way of saying “Not really.”

“No? Then I should stop here, ja?” His fingers slowly began to pull out.

“Nononono. Pleasepleaseplease.” You breathed out, grabbing his hand to keep it from fully pulling away. He let out a defeated sigh.

“You’re lucky you’re so stunning. I’ll let you get away with it for now.” He kissed your cheek.

You let go of his wrist as his fingers began to pick up their pace once again, your eyes fluttering shut and mouth parting will small gasps.

He moved his mouth back to your chest, sucking at your tits, leaving little lovebites, you knew you’d be covered in red and purple marks by tomorrow.

He continued that same pattern of kissing trailing down until he reached your cunt.

“Cmon liefje, I need you to tell me how beautiful you are.” He rubbed his head against your thigh.

You shook your head as you bit down on your lip, eyes squeezing shut, you were already close to an orgasm.

“Hm, if you’re not gonna tell me, then I guess we’ll stop here.” He shrugged, puffing out his bottom lip as he removed his fingers from you.

“No!” You whined out at the sudden emptiness, cunt clenching around nothing. “Joost, you’re being mean.” You whined, hips squirming.

“Mm, I’m being fair. You tell me you’re pretty and I will let you cum.” He flicked a finger quickly against your clit, he grinned at the way your body jerked.

“Just admit what we both know is true.” He said in a sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes, frustrated.

“If you just tell me then I’ll give you want you want, liefje.” He teased again.

“Fine. I’m pretty.” You mumbled, you saw the way Joosts face perked up.

“Speak up schatje, I cannot hear you.” He could hear you, but he wanted to hear you loud and clear.

“I’m pretty.” You said, much louder this time.

“How pretty?” He cocked his head in a mocking manner, resting it against the plush of your thigh as his fingers slowly increased their speed.

Was he really doing this? Bastard.

“Really pretty. Fuck- I’m really pretty.” You said through shaky breaths.

“Ja, keep going.” He encouraged, licking a stripe up your cunt as his fingers pumped into you, and you whined again, he loved how flustered you looked.

He was eating you out like a man starved, his tongue deep and swirling circles around your clit, you weren’t even sure you’d be able to speak any coherent words.

“I’m pretty. God, fuck- I’m really pretty, Joost.” Your back began to arch off the bed, your hand reaching down to grip his hair as he hummed against your core.

“I’m so pretty, Joost. So so pretty, please. I’m beautiful, god. Fuck. Please, I’m pretty.” You begged, repeating it like it was a mantra. This was exactly Joosts goal.

“Dat klopt.” He pulled away from you to praise, his breath fanning against your cunt before he attached his lips back to it, beginning to suck on your clit.

Joost held onto your hips to still them. Your legs began to shake and the moans leaving you were borderline pornographic, loud and dramatic. But they were real, not forced.

“Joost, please, Joost. I’m pretty. Please can I cum? Please?” You begged, tears forming in your eyes. All the teasing before this made you so sensitive.

“Go ahead.” The vibration of his voice added to the pleasure, his fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot.

Finally, finally you were cumming. The waves of your orgasm crashing over you, the intensity making the tears in your eyes fall and trail down the sides of your face. Joost continued as you rode through the aftershock, squealing and crying out as your grip on his hair tightened. He moaned against your dripping core.

He finally pulled away once your moans became raspy and you were squirming around. His chin covered in your wetness while he had the most prideful cheesy grin on his face.

“Mijn prachtige meisje. You did so good. So good for me.” He whispered against your skin, pressing small kisses all around your pussy and onto your thighs. Your body twitched with each peck, already overstimulated from all the teasing he did.

He crawled back up to hover over you, wiping the tears that fell with a gentle hand. A saccharine smile on his face to match the saccharine kiss he gave you next. You were still so shaky and out of breath, eyes droopy as you looked at him.

“Feel any better?” He ran his fingers through your hair, scratching at your head, you leaned into his touch.

“Yeah…actually. Yeah.” You gave him a puzzled smile, not expecting this to actually work.

“See. I knew you’d try for me.” He smooched your forehead.

“I’m really sweaty, I need a bath.” You laughed, still breathless.

“I’ll run you one.” He sighed playfully, knowing that your words were a request.

“Will you carry me?” He let out another chuckle, shaking his head in amusement before scooping you up bridal style.

“I can never say no to you.”

[ksywoo]

8:30 pm / l.sm

pairing: lee seokmin x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.6k genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, a little bit of angst but not really warnings: kissy kissy fic hehe, dk gets a little handsy where reader is insecure about their body but he reassures them, also.. tummy/waist kisses <3 note: me posting a fic for the first time in over a year and it's mostly just kissing ... hey guys .. also im embarassed when i write things like this so im gonna go hide al;skdjf sorry if its cringe or garbage BYEEE

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You felt the bed dip towards your feet, but you didn't look up to greet the boy, still upset about your argument from earlier. You continued reading, not acknowledging his presence. 

Seokmin crawled towards you slowly, as if trying to go unnoticed, and slid under your arms and buried his face in your neck so you were unwillingly half hugging him. His body rested between your legs and his arms around your torso, trying to be as close as possible. 

When you felt his lips against your neck, you got his attention. “Seokmin.” Your voice was even and stern, telling him you weren't messing around. 

He froze as if you wouldn't know he was there if he just didn't move a muscle or make a single sound. 

“Bold of you to do that after what just happened,” you pointed out.  

He propped himself up on his elbows by your hips and lifted his head so your faces were inches from each other. He was frowning, and looked guilty. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really really am.” 

You sighed, leaning forward to kiss his lips briefly, trying to express that you still loved him even though he pissed you off. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mumbled with a small smile, already feeling the last remnants of your anger fade away. 

“I’m serious,” his frown deepened. “I’m really sorry. 

You leaned over to set your book on the nightstand. “I know.” You held his face with both of your hands while he continued to apologize. 

“How do I make you not hate me anymore?” he asked between the kisses you were giving him. 

“Seokmin,” you chuckled. “I don't hate you. Never have, never will.” 

“But you're mad at me.” 

“I’m not mad.” 

“But I’m a horrible boyfriend who never spends time with you.” 

“You aren't a horrible boyfriend. It’s not your fault you're so busy with work, I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I should take it out on, like, your managers or something because they're giving you guys extra work, but not you.”

“But it’s my fault for not always making time for you when I’m not working though.” 

One of your hands stayed on his face, thumb stroking his cheek, while the other went to his back to pull him a little closer. You could feel his muscle through his shirt and it made you wonder if he was tired from dancing all day, building that muscle. 

“You’re here now though, aren't you?” 

He nodded but still frowned, so you kissed the pout off his lips. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t being good to me. I was never mad at you, just frustrated at the situation. I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded again. “Does that mean you aren't going to be stern with me again if I kiss you?” 

You laughed and he took that as a good sign, leaning up to kiss you long and sweet, no more of those short pecks you were giving him before. 

The thing about Seokmin was he was the sweetest boy in the world and his kisses were just as sweet and innocent when he wanted them to be. The other side of him was more rare and reserved for the privacy of your bedrooms, and gave you just as many butterflies as his regular kisses. 

He lifted himself up to sit right next to you, immediately tugging on your waist gently. “Come here,” he requested. You complied, shifting to sit on his lap with your knees on either side of his legs. 

You reconnected your lips, letting out a shaky breath as you felt his hands lightly trail up your legs and gently squeeze your thighs. His fingers lit paths of fire as he fiddled with the hem of your shorts, softly brushing against your skin and you wondered if he even knew that he was doing it, or if he was unintentionally muddling your brain with his touches. 

Shifting slightly, you ran your fingers through his hair and gently tugged as your mouth wandered away from his and made its way to his cheek, pressing one small kiss to the freckle by his nose, then to his jaw, and below his ear. 

With your bodies pressed together, you could feel his breathing become unsteady as your lips met his neck. He wiggled under you, trying to not make any embarrassing sounds that would make you laugh and ruin the moment. 

You started kissing one spot low on his neck that you knew could be covered by some of the shirts he owned, when one of his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer and squeezing a specific part of your body that made you pause. 

Seokmin hummed at your hesitance, turning his head to try to look at you while finding his voice. Your face was still in his neck, lips just barely hovering over his skin. “What?” he asked after a few moments of you not moving. “Did I do something?” 

“Nothing,” you mumbled unconvincingly, lips brushing against him like feathers before kissing him again. You reached behind you and took the hand on your waist by the wrist, pulling it off you and back onto your leg. 

“You want me to only touch your thighs?” he tried teasing, but sounded so in love it was hard to take it in a dirty way, even as he started squeezing them again. 

You hummed against his neck but when he moved to hold your waist again, you pulled away, repeating your action of moving his hands before you kissed his mouth. 

Seokmin pulled away more determinedly and frowned at you. “Seriously, what’s wrong? What am I doing?” 

You tried brushing it off, distracting him by kissing him again but he dodged the kiss and put both of his hands on your shoulders. 

“Tell me. Are you hurt or something?” he asked genuinely, looking down and lifting the bottom of your shirt to see if you had a bruise or cut that he was irritating, but you pushed his hands away, pulling your shirt back down. 

He looked like a kicked puppy. The way he could change from being completely dazed while kissing you to fully alert and concerned about your health at the drop of a hat always left you stunned. How was he already able to think coherently? 

He called your name softly and you blinked a few times. “What?” 

“Why do you not want me to touch your side? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, I just… don’t like my waist... and hips or whatever…” you trailed off, mumbling more with each word, hands slipping off his shoulders but still holding onto his arms. 

Seokmin looked so offended and hurt that you almost thought you said something negative about his body. “You don’t?” 

You pursed your lips and shook your head slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Just one of those weeks where insecurities amplify, you know?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” you asked with a small laugh, moving some of his bangs out of his eyes. 

“Because you don't like your body like I do.”

“You're not going to tell me I’m stupid?” 

“Of course not. It’s not stupid to be insecure, you can’t control it.”

“What would you know about that, Mr. Perfect?” you teased, poking his muscley stomach through his shirt. 

He frowned. “Hey, I’m insecure about things too. I just don't think about them when I’m with you because you make me feel so handsome.”

“You are so handsome,” you confirmed, kissing his nose as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He scrunched his face but broke out into a grin. “I love you,” he said honestly. “You’re perfect the way you are. Even if you change, you’ll still be perfect.” 

“You’re so cheesy,” you groaned, making him laugh and capture your lips. 

“Can I do something?” he asked innocently, making you narrow your eyes skeptically. 

“What?” 

He pulled you off his lap, repositioning back to how you were first laying, you propped up on pillows and him laying between your legs. Except this time, he was laying farther down, hands holding him up to hover over your stomach. 

“Can I?” 

“Can you what?” you asked nervously. 

“Kiss you,” he answered sweetly, as if there wasn't a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You knew what he meant. And it made your heart skip a few beats thinking about how sweet he was all the time. You nodded and he gave you one last reassuring kiss to your lips before going back to your stomach, lifting up the hem of your shirt just enough to place a kiss on your belly. 

He glanced up at you, keeping his lips on your skin, and you're pretty sure you died right there at how beautiful he was. Your hands went to his hair to play with the soft strands as he slowly trailed kisses to your side, where you inhaled sharply with worries and insecurities. Your self-deprecating thoughts slowly faded away as he rubbed part of your waist before placing a soft kiss, repeating the action on both sides all over. 

Maybe some of his kisses were a little harsher with a little more teeth, leaving small colored reminders of how much he loved you, but despite still not liking every part of your body, you did love how much Seokmin tried to make you love yourself. He wasn't a cure for being insecure, but he did help you forget. 

[pacifymebby]

hc for peaky blinders - finding out ur pregnant and how they’d react!! <333

Tommy

🌿You're scared to tell him, not because you think he'll be angry, not because you think he'll want you to get rid of it, but because its a big change and Tommys an unpredictable man

🌿Actually Tommy knows you're pregnant before you tell him. He's been having dreams see, and Pol has dreamt of it too. So he knows and frankly hes getting tired of seeing you worried and nervous around him

🌿 So one night he comes home, he sits down at a chair by the kitchen table and he calls through the house for you to come to him.

🌿 Youre hesitant, at first you think something terrible has happened or that you're in trouble. You hover in the doorway biting your cheek nervously.

🌿 He beckons for you to come to him. "Come here angel, sit yourself down with me... We have something to talk about..."

🌿 You do as youre told, sitting in his lap, letting him put an arm around your waist.

🌿 "Look at me angel, we're going to have a conversation now alright," he's so calm, but his voice is serious and you're still nervous, you're sure you're in trouble and then it dawns on you... What if he knows?

🌿 "What are..." you start but he cuts you off, he can hear your voice shaking and he doesn't like listening to you upset like that so he puts hid finger to your lips to hush you and then he rests his palm over your womb.

🌿 "Now it seems to me that you are going to have a baby and that that baby will be my child..." your breath catches in your throat and you feel tears in your eyes. You aren't sure why you're so upset but suddenly you're sobbing and apologising and for a moment Tommy just lets you.

🌿 But then he shushes you, strokes his hand over your hair. "Alright angel, thats enough now... Why are you upset?"

🌿 "You don't want it! Im sorry Tommy I'm so sorry i... Youre angry at me i know, i should have told you but..."

🌿 You think he's going to snap at you, you expect him to lose his temper. He's been angry with you before and this is certainly something you think would piss him off.

🌿 But Tommy just smirks a little, shakes his head and shushes you again.

🌿 "Y/n, where did you get an idea like that?"

🌿 You're stunned, a little bewildered, it's almost offensive but Tommy understands. He's already had children... He's never been a particularly natural father to them... He can see why you'd expect him to be so dissapointed in you...

🌿But things are different now.

🌿 "Said you'd been sent down from heaven to save me," he tells you, "now i know you were"

🌿This time he makes a promise to himself that he'll change, that he'll be worthy of you and your child. That he'll protect you from everything.

Alfie

🐻 Honestly? He's surprised... Thought he was getting a bit old for babies and all that sort of thing

🐻 "Are you sure treacle?" he has his hand to your tummy and he's looking at you with a little frown on his brow, he's trying to hide his happiness in case this isn't real.

🐻 "Alfie I'm weeks late I'm sure i am..." you frown, "and its definitely yours don't you dare ask me that!" you say quickly getting defensive. He finds that funny and laughs at you, pinches your cute little cheek.

🐻 "Well of course its mine ziskeit, naturally its mine..." he smiles then, pulling you into his arms and planting you down in his lap where he can hold you close to him.

🐻 Takes your chin between his thumb and finger and looks down into your eyes. Youre blinking back at him with your doe eyes, waiting on his next move. You still aren't sure how he feels.

🐻 "You know what this means don't you..." he tells you in a low, sweet voice. For a moment youre squirming and nervous. You shake your head and wait for an answer. "Means I'm going to have to take extra special care of my little girl..."

🐻 "What did you have to go and get yourself knocked up by an ugly old brute like me for ey ziskeit?" sometimes he worries he wont be a good father to your child, that hes going to let you down.

🐻 But he could never and you tell him that a thousand times. He's the only man youd ever want to father your children.

🐻 "Hope its a girl... She'll be as pretty and precious as you and I'll spoil her rotten..."

Arthur

🍂 Cries. Can't believe its true because he doesnt believe he deserves that kind of happiness.

🍂 Is convinced hes already a terrible father, worries he wont be able to look after you and the baby

🍂 You end up laughing a little, holding him and calming him down, giggling at how dramatic hes being.

🍂 You put your hands on his cheek, forehead to forehead, your nose brushing his, he puts his hands over yours

🍂 "Arthur Shelby you're going to be a father, you're going to be the best fucking father there ever was..."

🍂 He grins, calms down and sniffles through his tears, makes you a thousand promises to look after you both, to treasure you.

🍂 Kisses your belly every day, is so excited and proud, when the baby starts kicking hes genuinely amazed.

🍂 You give him a whole new hope and purpose, hes completely dedicated to u both.

John

🌼 You're both quite young and he feels a little unprepared, he's especially worried about you because he's heard being pregnants actually not that nice for a woman. Hes heard its painful and it makes you fumny in the head.

🌼 And yeah, hes scared youre going to hate hjm for making you pregnant. He thinks youre going to hate him because giving birth will be painful.

🌼 He goes to polly so many times asking her to tell him exactly whats going to happen but Pol is loyal to you and she isnt about to tell John a womans business.

🌼He dotes on you throughout the pregnancy though and as you get bigger he takes pride in helping you put your socks on in the morning and stuff.

🌼 When the baby is born he wants to be in the room with you, hes so panicked and worried about you he actually threatens Polly says if she doesn't let him in that room he'll...

🌼 Gets himself smacked for that.

🌼 Cries holding the baby for the first time. Polly looks at him with a smug smile "see now that wasnt so bad was it... No need for all that fuss"

🌼 Natural father, playful and a little too boisterous the with weans. Has your heart in your mouth every time hes playing rough with them, throwing them up in the air and catching them.

Bonnie

🍀 Is delighted. Hes been telling you hes going to put a baby in you one day for so long and now he has, he cant stop smiling.

🍀You werent scared to tell him because you knew hed be thrilled. He also kind of instinctively knew. He'd sensed a change in you.

🍀 Actually already has names thought up, you've been talking about having wee babies for so long you've already decided names for boys and girls.

🍀 Always telling you what a wonderful mammy youre going to be. How sweet and precious the baby is going to be.

🍀Hes so happy that actually the thing which worries you the most is that you might lose the baby. Youre terrified to let him down and so the more he talks about what a wonderful mammy youll be the more scared you become that youre going to fail.

🍀 One day you start crying when he says it. You tell him to stop and you get so upset you scare him. He doesn't know what to do or whats wrong, he thought you were happy, he thought you wanted a baby...

🍀When you tell him whats really going on he sighs and pulls you into a hug. "Oh my little dove, you poor thing, you should have told me sooner..."

🍀 Now that he knows how scared you are he's extra gentle with you and really lays on the reassurance. He tells you he's always going to love you no matter what and that he has faith. He also knows you need to be calmer for the babies sake and so he does everything in his power to ease your fears.

🍀Brings you flowers, cooks for you, takes you to see Polly because he knows she'll reassure you.

🍀 Takes extra time hunting trying to find you the right kind of food to keep you strong and healthy.

🍀 Touches your tummy all the time, when you sleep he has his hand resting over yours on the baby bump.

🍀 Sings to your tummy when the baby starts kicking. Sings you and baby little lullabys to send you both off to sleep.

🍀 When you go into labour he's nervous, of course hes nervous, but he has so much faith in you and the baby that hes also just incredibly excited. He can't be present at the birth but he stays close by enough that he can hear you and the women caring for you. He says little prayers for you.

🍀Youre exhausted after the birth and when he takes the baby from you to hold it he tells you to rest on him too. He feels so complete with you both near him. After hearing how you suffered during the birth he continues to dote on his little dove and is extra careful with you.

🍀 Sings you and baby to sleep, is so proud of you both hes glowing with it. Is really touched by the miracle of birth.

Isaiah

🐀Okay you're scared to tell Isaiah. Having a baby will completely ruin his life youre certain of that...

🐀You hide it for as long as possible but theres only so many nights at the Garrison you can sip water and pretend its gin without him realising he can't smell it on your breath.

🐀One day youre sitting at his lap in the Garrisson and he surprises you, takes your drink right from your hand and knocks it back himself. As he suspected, its water. He doesnt say anything in front of your friends he just plays it off as if he were teasing you, he kisses your cheek and says he'll buy you another.

🐀You half expect him to buy you real gin but instead he comes back with water, measured out in a gin glass just the same as youd been drinking before.

🐀You spend all night nervously anticipating what he'll do when you leave.

🐀He walks you to your front door as usual, everything seems fine... Hes as happy as normal, holds your hand, lets you wear his peaky cap as always, wraps you up in his jacket to keep you warm and, to show everyone you belong to him...

🐀Then you get to your front door and youre hesitant to kiss him goodnight, youre waiting for him to confront you about your drink and the longer he leaves it the more nervous you get

🐀"Well don't i get my kiss goodnight?" he asks you with a smirk. You realise you cant speak and you stutter a little bit but go to kiss him anyway.

🐀The moment your lips meet you realise it was a trap... He pushes you through your front door and closes it behind the two of you,still with his lips on you... You panic, scared that your father will be up and will hear you but the lights are off in the kitchen and the house is quiet...

🐀"What are you doing?" you hiss at Isaiah as he kisses your lips again, his hands trailing down your body to rest on your hips, "You're going to wake my father!"

🐀"Well actually mouse my darlin girl i was hoping to catch him... Think ive got somet to ask him see..."

🐀"What are you talking about?" youre confused, nervous giggle at your man and his stupid antics.

🐀"well..." he slips his hand over your tummy and rests it atop your womb, looks deeply into your eyes, his forehead rests against yours and the look he shares with you is so intense you feel yourself shiver. When he speaks hes so soft and serious it surprises you, its the most honest and devoted youve ever seen him look... "Guess I'm going to have to marry you now..."

🐀In short hes actually pleased as punch to be having your baby, he was looking for an excuse to marry you anyway and although hes not sure how to be a father, hes the kind of confident where he kind of just knows he'll be good at it.

Michael

☘️ You're not sure whether to be scared of telling Michael or not. You think he'll do the decent thing and be a man about it but you're really not sure...

☘️ You try to hide it from him but you struggle, youre a nervous mother and your hand instinctively rests over your womb at all times. Youre practically begging him to notice and take matters into his own hands...

☘️ But Michael is oblivious to that kind of thing, Polly tells you as much when she finally snatches you by the wrist and takes you somewhere private to interrogate you.

☘️ "My stupid son will never notice this by himself... If its his you have to tell him and by god if it isn't..." youre shocked she'd ever think such a thing but really shes only trying to test you. Trying to see if you really are the girl for her son... When she sees the hprrified look in your eyes, when she sees the frown which knits your brow and notices your hand raise slightly from your side... As if you were about to slap her... Polly Gray...

☘️ Her mouth breaks into a smile, a beaming one. "By god child this is going to change that boy, this is going to see him right... Tell him now and tell him quick..."

☘️ You hesitate, you still arent convinced but Pol says if you dont tell him she will. She tells you not to worry, tells you her sons going to marry you, make an honest woman of you... That he'll look after you... And then you almost cry...

☘️ You've never cried in front of polly before and you dont want to now but a tear falls and when she asks whats wrong you cant lie to her.

☘️ "i just... I dont want him to do all that just because he thinks he has to, i dont want him to marry me out of a sense of fucking duty..."

☘️ "Whats this about marriage?"

☘️ Neither of you had seen Michael come in, he'd trodden quietly, eaves dropping on your conversation. Now hes looking at you both with a frown on his face, hes confused, still hasnt caught on even though youre stood with his mother, in tears, one hand resting on your stomach, talking about marriage...

☘️Theres a moment of silence, Polly is waiting for him to work it out but he doesnt... "Well isnt anyone going to fucking answer me or what?"

☘️ Polly wsshhts him and storms past him, pushing him into the room as she leaves and slams the door muttering something about him being fucking stupid.

☘️ "Y/N love..." he seems concerned, almost tentative to approach, but also a little irrate too, he doesnt like not knowing whats going on and hes worried about you, "whats going on love whats happen?"

☘️ You burst into tears practically falling into the chair beside you. Youre so upset now you cant speak and Michael rushes to your side in a flash. Hes down on his knees looking up at you, clutching your hands in his trying to work out whats wrong.

☘️ You manage to sniffle out the word "pregnant" and even then its not enough.

☘️ "What? Who is?" he asked and only then does it dawn on him... Its you, youre pregnant. "Is it... Is it mine?" he asks you making you cry even harder so that you gasp for breath between the words "of course its fucking yours michael!"

☘️ "Well then whatre you fucking crying for y/n? I thought somet fucking terrible had happened!"

☘️ He's on one knee there and then wanting to marry you, making all kinds of promises. He wants to be there for you, wants to be a good man.

☘️ He tries harder to make less stupid decisions, tries to put you and the baby first. Wants to have a family, wants to get you out of the city, wants the child to grow up somewhere like the house he did, somewhere safe, out in the country, but bigger and prettier. Promises you the whole world.

☘️ Always putting his foot in it whilst youre pregnant, cant get his head around these fucking hormones. You get angry at him for nothing, you cry so much. Sometimes you tell him to fuck off and then when he does you burst into tears asking why hes leaving you? You question whether he loves you, whether hes only married you out of a sense of duty. He finds it exhausting trying to reassure you all the bloody time. Hes so relieved when you go into labour... Naively he thinks that'll be the end of his worries...

[littlekittenfairychubbybunny]

How Daryl Would Act if You Woke Up in Middle of the Night Feeling Fussy 🧸

NOT PROOF READ TECHNICALLY BECAUSE IM TOO LAZY

After dinner and a little tummy time Daryl helps you with your nightly routine, brushing your teeth, washing your face etc. You both head back to your shared bedroom and he picks you up and lays you down and grabs your bear blankie and tucks you in, he grabs another just in case and put thats one over you also. He takes kittie and places them in your arms, almost as a reflex you latch on to her like a vice and snuggle your face into her. As a finishing touch he goes into the night stand and pulls out your pink pacifier. He places in his mouth first then pushes into your mouth. You start to suckle on it as you look at him with big eyes.

You start to giggle as Daryl settles into bed with you, he turns to look at you.

“What’re you gigglin at sweetheart” Daryl drawls out with a small tired smile.

You look at him with a tiny grin “You look sleepy daddy”

“Do I now?” Daryl pulls the blanket up and brings you closer, invited by his warmth you immediately try to nuzzle yourself to his neck and he lets his chin rest on your head. Pressed, into his neck you pull away and give him a kiss.

“Nini daddy… Wuv yoo” You yawn out before getting yourself situated once more in his neck.

“G’nigh baby girl, love you too.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead and starts rubbing your back. He starts whispering tiny sweet nothings to you as he hears your breathing get slower and slower. Then, he himself falls asleep with you.

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Later into the night you start to wake up. You wriggle in his hold and start whining, pushing and kicking until you finally get out of Daryl’s hold. You start to cry and Daryl slowly starts to wake up.

“Mh.. What baby?” Daryl asked sleepily.

You just kept fussing around and even hit Daryl in the face by accident. That was when he decided to get up.

“Alrigh’ sweet heart was goin’ on?” He looked at you and picked you up. Sitting up, he rested his head on the head board and placed you on his lap. He started bouncing you up and down trying to calm you down. You start to cuddle into him but you still act a bit upset. You tap him on the shoulder twice and you pick your head up and look at him.

“Hungie dada…” You say as you start nuzzling into him again. He looks at you with fondness and kisses the top of your head.

“Alrigh’ then c’mon” He places you on the bed and gets up. He stretches and picks you back up and placed you on his hip. You start to whine and fuss and he looks at you confused. Your arms stretch toward kittie as you start to whine for them again. He grabs them and hand them to you. You grab on to them and nuzzle your face into the fabric. He starts making his way towards the kitchen and he looks at you.

“How old are you sweet girl?” Daryl asks. You hold up 1 finger signifying that you’re a year old.

“Alrigh’ then” He goes to the cupboards and pulls out a purple starry baby bottle and places you on the counter. He kisses your forehead and tells you to stay put. You play with kittie and snuggle into her tummy as Daddy (Daryl ofc) makes your bottle. You start to babble and Daryl starts to smile.

“Watch’a babblin’ bout” Daryl asks from the fridge. He grabs the milk as you continue to babble and play with kittie. He pours the milk into the bottle, screws the cap back on and brings it over to the kitchen sink. He turns the faucet on and turns the handle to warm the water. He runs the bottle underwater and consistently rotates it. He tastes a bit of the milk first to make sure it’s warm enough before heading back to you.

“Ababababaaaa” You babble bouncing up and down.

“I know, I know” Daryl says coming over to you and picking you back up. He walks back to your shared room and sits on the bed. He cradles you in his arms and feeds you your bottle.

“You like that sweetheart? Hm? Yeah?” He asks and gives you kissies “Mwah mwah mwah, I love you so much my cute girl” He looks at you lovingly and you stare at him back with tired eyes. “Go to sleep sweetie, Daddy’ll be here” Daryl says kissing your forehead one last time. As you drift off to sleep the last thing you heard was “I’ll always be here sweet pea” as he slips the finished bottle out your mouth and places it on the night stand.

Laying back down with you on his chest he drapes the bear blankie over you and pulls the second one up to cover both you and him. He finally drifts off to sleep feeling content and happy.

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Hiya! It’s author Espurr tuning in and this is my first time writin a serious fanfic. Honestly it’s a work in progress but it’s honestly very centered around myself and my own personal items. I really hope you enjoyed readin <3

[whumpberry-cookie]

could you write some prompts about stomachache? sorry writers block is rlly bad and im trying to get some lists 😅

-🦇👓

Sure, thank you for the ask!

Whumpee with a Stomachache

(Cw: Hidden injuiry, fear of abandonment, pet whump)

Caretaker being th Smart Introverted One and Whumpee being the Recless and Brave one. (W:) "What's that now? I don't trust that smell" (C:) "A special variant of elvish valerian root infusion. For the stomach. Herbology comes in handy from time to time"

"Did you eat something today? Maybe you're hungry? No? The mint helps. Do you want mint tea? I'll get you some painkillers"

"It's just the stomachache," whumpee calms caretaker down one day, after caretaker notices something's wrong. "It's just my stomachache again," whumpee explains the other day. "It's the stom-ph-," whumpee cuts the sentence and covers their mouth, fighting the retch. "Really, I'm fine." As Whumpee says it, Caretaker sees the blood on their teeth and lips.

Whumpee does their assigned work as everyday, but due to the stomachache, they can't focuse on anything. The employer/leader figure patiently explains one activity several times. Whumpee gets it wrong all over. "What's going on with you today, Whumpee?". Whumpee apologises and tries to focus. But instead their eyes well up with tears. They really tried their best. (L:) "Why didn't you tell me you feel sick? Go take a rest. And stay in bed next time you're in pain"

"Listen. I'm tired. I'm swollen. My stomach hurts as heck. I'm irritated. And I don't want to say something nasty to you I would regret. So listen to me when I ask you nicely to drop the topic."

The obidience test. Whumper leaves the food "unprotected" to check if their pet will take it without asking. If Whumpee tries to steal and eats it, they get terrible stomachache.

Whumpee is rescued from their captors where they were constantly starved and had to fight for food with other whumpees. A wealthy caretaker takes them in. Cooks/orders for them more food than they could imagine and says to eat as much as they want. They keep eating even if their stomach can't fit anything more. They're so so so happy even tho they end up nuseous.

Caretaker's being irritated and distracted because of constant ache. Whumpee with the fear of abandonment isn't taking it very well. (W:) "Are you upset with me?" (C:) "Wh- no! My tummy's upset!" (W:) "....with me?"

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Thank you for the ask, cool bat anon. I hope I helped a bit with the writers block.

[gurgling-guts]

Same anon here. gosh, what do I like? I love that it’s a bit of a secret, like you’re carrying on a normal day or conversation with your belly packed to the absolute limit. I like that you’ll be fighting your farts back all day, clenching and dancing and squirming. You’ll have the urge to groan every time a big fart bears down on your ever-tiring ass and you muster up the strength to hold yourself shut. I love the stomach noises that come with holding it: whale sounds, moaning, groaning that almost sounds like a fart itself.

It’s hot if you accidentally fart, if your ass can’t stand it and you let one rip. You’d be mortified: you probably won’t get to control where you fart. And god it’ll feel good, but you have to regain control. Don’t fart. Just don’t do it.

I think most of all I like that you like it, that filling your guts is just as hot to you as it is to me. Oh! And how could I forget: the relief when you finally let go will be orgasmic. You’ll get home (don’t fart on the drive home, save it until you’re back) and shut the door to your room, then absolutely let *loose* and it’ll feel incredible.

Or maybe you’ll hold it a bit longer and play with your engorged stomach.

goodness... this has me so flustered & riled up 🥵 i agree, knowing how much it gets another person going just the same as me makes it all the more fun. plus i love to share about my upset tummy and whats going on in it 🫧✨

it does take a lot of effort to hold my gas, especially toward the end of the night. and god, the phrase of 'holding myself shut' ugh 😩 it wouldnt be the first time id accidentally fart at work either. not to mention if i cant control it, it isnt quiet.. 😳🫣 i do also really love the way farts feel on the way out, the relief tonight will be amazing for sure

im excited to hear what sounds my guts might make. maybe if im feeling it, i'll have more of what gets me gassy and bloated 🤭

[green-applepie]

your itto one oh my god, you nailed it!! ur hcs are so good and im happy there’s someone doing genshin vore hcs <3

do you have any pred thoma ones?

heres a few of mine;

- alot of times when ayato gets exhausted from all the fucking work he has to do he’ll just get thoma to eat him so he can just rest in his stomach with it’s ambience <3

- he doesn’t mean to digest anyone but because of the amount of food he eats on a daily basis, his gut is always digesting stuff and sometimes people in there get swept along.

- his stomach is really loud, especially inside.

- it’s really sensitive too, so whenever there’s someone inside it gets upset

Aww! I’m flattered 💚 and yes yes yeees!!

-Thoma’s gut is rather heavy when he’s carrying someone around, but he still tired to work anyway though it’s only in short bursts before he had to sit down due to the discomfort

-Always always feels guilty for digesting someone, and always limits Ayato’s time in his stomach so his precious lord won’t get digested. He wouldn’t forgive himself if that happened

-Gets bashful when his stomach rumbles particularly loud, and apologizes to whom ever is in there are the time

-Offers to swallow a snack for his tummy guest as well.

-Burps up clothes and other inorganic it’s a when he digests someone

[rochellebae]

Now, I love you (8)

Im Changkyun x (female) reader

18+

genre: smut

word count: 871

warnings: maybe none in this chapter

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

~ Chapter 8 ~ ꒰ You and me ꒱

You lay on your back but still can't feel your vagina. You see is his perfect face as he leans towards you. You bite his sexy lips and kiss him as if you've never kissed him before. Your tongues caress each other's tongues, and he reaches for your used hole with his warm hand and begins to caress it gently. You’re still as wide as when he pulled out of you. Your heart beats faster than when you saw him come back.

“Okay, calm down.” - he whispers in your ear in a low, deep voice and continues stroking.

He lies down on his side next to you and then pulls you to him. He kisses your neck and starts caressing your tummy. You start to gently caress his warm hand, which he uses to caress you. His gentle touches are good for your body. Your heart calmed down. You’re going to sleep right away because you’re tired.

You still can't feel your vagina. Maybe it’s starting to contract now.

You feel like he has reached deeper into you than ever before.

You didn't have sex longer than before, but now you and Changkyun wanted each other much more.

His gentle, careful touches make you feel safe and fall asleep.

***

You slept until morning. He was in the kitchen making breakfast. Again.

You try to get up but it hurts like hell down there. He comes into the room and says “Good morning.” then sits down next to you and kisses your forehead.

“I can't get up.” - you said.

“Why not?” - he asked back. To which you didn’t answer, instead you lay back on the bed.

He pulled you close and started caressing you.

“Is my little one sensitive now?” - he asked, and you just started to smile at that. “Then I'll bring your breakfast in bed.” - he said, then went back to the kitchen.

Now you’re admiring his beautiful back as he cooks in the kitchen. It's so good to watch. You could stare at it all day, it's so perfect.

You want to cuddle with him. You say to him in a sad, cute voice “Will you come here, please?” - you say from the bed.

“A moment.” - he says, then he comes and sits next to you again.

You put your head to his chest and start caressing him. Now you’re relieved that you can feel him. You want to be with him, close to him. He gently leans towards your mouth and kisses it. His kiss is so sweet, you love it. It makes you feel so good. Then he goes back to the kitchen to continue the breakfast.

***

After he had fully served you, you could eat your breakfast in the bed and he even washed the dishes, snuggled next to you and started caressing and kissing you.

“Is that comfortable?” - he asked.

“Yes, I'm glad that you're here by my side.” - you answered.

“You're mine.” - he says and smiles while stroking your waist and stomach with his veiny hand.

It makes you so happy that he cares for you so much. You are soothed by his touch. You don't need anything but him.

For some reason, you’re not the least bit upset that he cummed into you. But maybe you should tell him you’re not on birth control? And maybe, he will be a dad... Or maybe he know? He caresses your stomach suspiciously.

You turn around and now you’re facing her beautiful face. You look into the two beautiful shining dark eyes and ask “Why are you caressing me?” - he looks at you strangely at first.

“Because I love you.” - he answers, then kisses your neck.

“You cum inside me last night.” - you told him, but for some reason this is a very awkward situation, so to tell him face to face. “Just so you know, I don't take birth control.” - you said.

He smiles and caresses you, then says “I know.”

“So we have never defended ourselves so far. I might be pregnant already.” - you said.

“Oh, would I have gotten my little darling pregnant?” - he asks. He just smiles again, then kisses your neck and caresses your tummy again.

You blush, then close your eyes and snuggle up to him.

“Don't be angry about last night. I don't know what happened to me, for some reason I felt like I had to do it. I hope you are not nervous about this.” - he said while hugging you tenderly.

“I'm not nervous. And my body absorbed everything you filled into me. God knows what else happened inside.” - you answered. Actually, you've never taken birth control pills before, and you don't plan to. You consider it harmful. By the way, you've rarely had sex so far, so you thought it was unnecessary. For some reason, doing it without defense has always turned you on.

You feel his eyes looking deep into your soul. You caressed his sweet face and cuddled him. That's when you’re most relaxed when you’re in his arms.

It was an exceptional day, you didn't have sex, but you was happy with him. Very happy.

[mountttmase]

Oh girl

Him coming home after they told him how long he had to stay out after that new injury. And he is sad but super angry too, so he screams at you and you decide to live and go to sleep at yours.

You stay there for 2 nights, but during the second one at like 4 am you hear your phone vibrate and you see that it's him calling

So you answer and he is crying asking you to go back home cause he can't do it without his rock, and that he feels so bad for the way he treated you

MASEY 🥺 that made my tummy drop im so sad

Poor baby like I bet he doesn’t mean it but he’s so frustrated and you don’t wanna be a verbal punching bag but he’s so tired cause he can’t sleep without you like can barely talk cause he’s so upset and even though it’s 4 am you still drive over to see him so you can hold him and kiss his cheeks and let him know he’s okay 🥺🩷

[moss-sauce]

it's just yearning

man i swear to gosh i m going to get physically ill with how much i need to be HELD right now bro. i want someone to hug me tight so i can tuck my stupid chin over their shoulder. i wanna hold hands. i wanna goof around while we get groceries or some shit. i wanna just chill at my place with teddy and klinger and a person that understands the value of parallel play. wanna lay my dumbass head on someone's chest/tummy and fall asleep to the sound of them breathin. have em ruffle my hair. holy shit i'd implode. we could take teddy places. we could go rock huntin. we could go to a cat cafe. we could go to the library. hang out wth family and friends. they could be someone i could GENUINELY go to when upset, not just for nice words, but to hear actual input on what's going on from someone that isn't paid to give a rip. holy SHIT if we could go somewhere to see the stars i'd bawl. go up to my grandparents' house and say "hey! this fella made your granddaughter feel super duper loved!!" we could ride bikes in town and get ice cream n whatnot. slurpees. we could go to the pet stores and see the animals!! and hold them!!

but like. i'm awful at [gestures vaguely]. i'm tired of letting people get close to me only for them to leave. im tired of lettin my feelins out and getting played like a fiddle. i feel like i'm too much all the time but like bitch i just have so much love stored up in me that i gotta have someone to spill it to!!!

[ivebeendeadforsolong]

He claims he prefers to communicate instead of fight but he is litterly one of the worse communicators I've ever met. Genuinely I love him but im not gonna put up for being yelled at. He gets mad at me for stating my opinion or I'd I try to explain why I'm upset he just shuts me down and yells. I'm so fucking tired of being scared of him and worried about him and if he f-in offed someone or himself. I seriously can't handle this, mentally. Its not my fault that I'm upset we don't have a bathroom or food. I haven't ate since yesterday and haven't showered in days I don't understand how he thinks I'm happy and content and gonna be a happy person when I can't even sit on a toilet or put something in my tummy....