#it made my tummy hurt very badly

[ssreeder]

hello it is i

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life update: my literal skin is melting off, i no longer enjoy pub subs, and i hate school

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[buckys-metal-arm]

Bucky and Touch Headcanons

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: Just some Headcanons about Bucky and learning to trust human contact again

Warnings: fluff, a little angst, Bucky’s trauma, abuse at the hands of HYDRA, insecurities, self conscious Bucky, pet names, no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"

A/N: if you haven't noticed I definitely have a type when it comes to fic and that fic is hurt/comfort with Bucky. I kinda feel like everything I've written is like the same thing in different fonts, but oh well 😅 anyways, Bucky re-learning that hands on his body doesn’t inherently mean pain and becoming super cuddly and touchy with someone he loves is my SHIT inject that into my VEINS man

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It takes Bucky a really long time to get accustomed to human contact again, after you two got together it took him a while to even do something so innocent as hold your hand.

It’s not that Bucky hates it

He loves being close to you, he wants it so badly

And he’s touch-starved

He’s so touch-starved

But he went so long without positive human contact, and now that he’s free he wanted it so badly he could feel his chest aching for it

But it made him so nervous to want to try

After one night where you mindlessly reached up to casually touch his face and he flinched away hard, after all open hand coming towards his face had meant pain for so long, you two had a long conversation about his comfort levels

You two took things slow initially

You would sit on the couch together, watching a movie and talking with your fingers intertwined, your thumb stroking his knuckles.

Sometimes you’ll fall asleep on his shoulder, something he’s slowly started to accept

At the very least he’s stopped freezing when he feels your head droop to his arm

But now that he’s grown used to it and learned to love it? He wants to be touching you all the time

Bucky almost always has his arm around you, or a hand on your back, holding your hand, etc.

He would never admit it to anyone but you, but he’s SUCH a little spoon.

Bucky loves when you hold him, resting his head on your chest while you rub his back brings him a level of calm that he’s never felt before

Or when you hold him from behind and he curls into your body

You slip your hand under his shirt and run your hands along his tummy, gently stroking your fingers along his skin

You know he’s a lot larger than you, being a wall of muscle that has at least a head of height on you

But seeing him sleeping peacefully, wrapped in your arms with a little smile on his face he looks so small

He loves when you play with his hair.

It took him a long time to be okay with it (too many memories of handlers grabbing and/or dragging him by the hair), but now?

If he had it his way your hands would never leave it

Whenever you two are holding each other your hands always seem to find their way to his dark locks, brushing them out of his eyes or carding your fingers through it

You learned that the quickest way to get him to fall asleep is to stroke his hair, and put him to sleep like that every night

When it was long, Bucky loved when you combed it for him after a shower, or braided and unbraided it while he laid in your lap during a movie

Now that it’s cut short (thanks to you, he didn’t trust anyone else to do it) you’re pretty much always playing with it in some way

As much as you loved his long hair, his shorter cut is nice because it’s a bit more manageable and still just as soft

Bucky loves when you massage his scalp, feeling your nails gently scratching against his head makes him melt every time

He also loves when you bathe him or bathe with him

Bucky had a lot of anxiety around being naked in front of you, too many bad memories of being stripped and hosed down after missions or beaten within an inch of his life

But with lots of time and comfort and assurances he eventually opened up and got more comfortable

Long baths with you are his favorite thing.

Whether you get in with him or not, he loves how gentle you are with washing his body, massaging sore muscles and peppering his chest and back with little kisses

He especially loves when you wash his hair (I know, shocking).

Usually when you’re done washing him you’ll guide his head to lay in your lap while you stroke his hair.

When it’s time for him to get out you usually have to wake him up, it makes you smile

Peace looks so good on him, you just want to let him bask in it forever

And oh GOD he loves skin-on-skin contact so much

It took so long for Bucky to learn that he was allowed to want things

When he first started opening up with touch, he would wait until the aching in his chest got unbearable before asking if you would do some skin-on-skin with him

You never wanted to push him, but you tried to teach him that he was allowed to ask for things he didn't need immediately.

He didn't have to wait until he absolutely needed something to ask for it.

He was allowed to just want things.

Once he finally gets used to asking for things he wants skin-on-skin all the time.

Most every night you end up cuddled up in bed, sans clothing, Bucky pretty much on top of you, his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He'll press little kisses to your chest, making you smile when his stubble tickles against your skin

“I love you,” he whispers into your neck, “how did I get so lucky, hm?”

You smile softly and kiss his forehead

“Believe me Buck, I'm the lucky one.”

[dwaekkicidal]

Worship.

˚ʚChangbin x Gn!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Making love with and worshiping Seo Changbin. No real plot, just reader spoiling Binnie (like he deserves 🔫).

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: want to say gender neutral but 1 very slight mention of pregnancy so fem!reader just incase, reader is referred to as “Bunny,��� a teeny bit angsty; mentions of binnie feeling nervous about his ‘ab’ reveal, oral (m receiving), binnie cries like 1(½) times (im sorry), love making and slow sex (tho the sex itself is super short), creampie (try to pee after sex pls), tiny breeding mention

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: I cant even lie i actually cried multiple times while writing this LMFAOO. 😐 I’m sleep deprived and I get suuuper moody when I am so here we are. anyways.. this was largely inspired by the tummy part i wrote in this, but i got super sappy and was listening to mind numbing, slow love songs while I wrote this so i made it worshiping him in general (i'm not sorry. he deserves all of this and more)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Your knees were so sore, the soft carpet under you was no longer doing its job in cushioning them from your spot on the floor. But, you’re not sure you would complain even if you were able to. The sight above you was one that you would happily fight every god and goddess for just the chance of seeing again. Changbin was leaned against your bedroom door, shirt bunched up tightly in his hand as he held it to his chest. His jaw is slacked and his eyebrows were knitted together harshly. Your jaw ached at this point, but you were here to prove a point.

You had overheard your boyfriend talking to his members about the recent “Ab reveal” comment he made in a recent SKZCode episode. The members had told him many times that he didn’t actually have to go through with it, that nobody would be mad at him if he decided to not do it. You took it upon yourself to talk to him about this, and when you realized that he was very shy about his tummy compared to his confidence about his biceps, you realized you had some work to do.

So, being the good lover that you are, you dropped to your knees and promised to prove to him just how sexy all of him was. And that’s how you got here. Now, focusing back on your goal you simply sunk farther onto his dick, humming against his sensitive tip as it hit the back of your throat.

“H-Holy shit… Bunnyy-”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and the hand in your hair tightened. His hand held you there for a few seconds until you gagged against him, then he finally pulled you off slightly. You could feel his legs start to shake under your palms as you returned to your previous pace, the pleasure was getting too much and you could easily tell how close he was when he whined so prettily. You hastily get back to work and use your hands on his thighs as leverage, bobbing your head forward and backwards with a strong desire to please him.

“Fuck! God, you’re so good to me, Bunny. What did I do to deserve you.” Your eyebrows furrow in a glare up at him before you lightly graze your teeth against his length as punishment, not enough to actually hurt him badly but just enough to remind him what this was all about in the first place. “A-AH! S-Sorry!”

You felt his hips stutter and you take that as the only warning besides his pitching moans, so you pull off so only his tip rests against your tongue and suck. Your hands move to quickly pump the rest of his length, paying extra attention to the sensitive underside, as he rides out his high. The hand in your hair moves to hold a deafening grip on his hip, he’s trying his hardest to not let out a pornographic moan as his hips buck uncontrollably into your mouth. His eyes stayed on the scene in front of him for as long as they could before they slammed shut from how overwhelming it all was.

Once his hips cease their movements, and are instead replaced with little convulses from sensitivity, you pull away and leave a soft kiss to his tip. A shaky laugh is pulled from him in pure disbelief of the intensity of the orgasm you just gave him. He goes to pull you up but you smack his hand away, opting to stay on the floor and litter kisses along his thighs. They trail unbearably slowly; up his thighs to his pelvis before trailing up to his stomach. You stay there for a while, appreciating the area with soft pecks of adoration and nibbles just to tease a little.

It was uncomfortable to crouch at this angle, but you needed your point to be proven. You needed this man to understand just how sexy he was to you. Just how fucking insane he drove you by merely breathing the same air as you. You were obsessed with your Seo Changbin, and honestly who could blame you? He was the hottest man in the universe. Very silly but serious when needed, he treated you like royalty even in front of his friends and family, and he communicated his feelings like you’d never seen before. He was everything a woman could ask of a man, and you felt it was your only goal in life to make sure he knew it.

After getting lost in your thoughts, you return to your endeavor and rise up to his chest. It was still rising up and down from his frantic breaths, but you ignored the chance to tease him over it and instead placed soft kisses to his pecs. You’re moving up again and linger at his neck, nibbling it softly and leaving hickies that you know would unfortunately fade by morning. When you finally reach his face, you hover mere millimeters away and take in his expression. He’s an absolute mess.

His breath still hasn’t returned to him, but this time it was prevented by the overwhelming tenderness being physically given to him. Something he’s never experienced on this level before. You almost feel guilty that you didn’t show him sooner, but before you can think too much into it you pull yourself together. He lets out strangled noises as you place kisses on his cheeks, then forehead, and finally his nose. You can only assume the noises are from the lack of your lips on his, but when you pull away to do so you realize you were wrong. You’re met with a heart-rending scene.

His pretty dark eyes are watery, and some tears have already fallen along the cheeks you just pressed your lips to. Your expression must show obvious surprise cause he frowns and more tears fall. His lips part as if he was going to speak up but you hush him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you finally place your lips to his. His hands plant themselves on your hips, he squeezes them a little roughly but you know it's to mentally ground himself so complaining doesn’t even cross your mind.

You two stay like this for some time, lips locked in a slow and passionate make out session, hands holding each other as close as physically possible. You finally pull away after some minutes, resting your forehead against his as you both stare lovingly into each other's eyes. The tears finally stopped falling but his eyes are still very glossy.

Your soft voice finally breaks the silence, as much as you want to continue your efforts, his well being is a million times more important. “You ok Binnie?” He takes a deep breath and chooses to nod instead of speaking up. You giggle and place kisses along his cheek again, giving him time to collect himself and finish catching his breath.

When he finally returns to his normal self he nuzzles himself into your neck and places his own kisses there. “Doing that to me during post nut clarity was so mean, Bunny. I’m gonna get you back for that tomorrow.” You laugh and pull away, bombarding his lips with soft kisses as a silent apology.

When you pull away, he speedingly kicks his pants away and tugs desperately at your shirt, “Why am I the only one naked, Bunny..” You smile and mumble an apology, tearing your clothes off before letting him lead you to the bed. You straddle him the second he lays down and his hands grab at the bottom of your ass cheeks, wanting to lift you so he can swap positions, but before he can do it you push his hands away. He gives you a confused pout as you push him down to lay on the bed, hovering yourself over his dick and leaning forward to press more kisses to his collarbone.

“Mmm.. ‘already told you I wanna spoil you tonight, Binnie. If you let me, I just wanna worship you for a bit..” He bites his lip and nods. “I promise if we do a round two I’ll let you take control. But, for now, let me spoil my God-like boyfriend to make up for all the other chances I missed.” He groans and throws his arms over his head, freeing his hold on you to let you take the reins.

He feels you smile into his skin and it manages to give him butterflies. He quickly gets lost in thought when you bury him in another pile of kisses. At this moment in time he’s finally realizing just how tightly he’s wrapped around your finger. The boys have teased him over it for months but he never fully saw it until now. He fears that if you would ask him to set the world on fire, he wouldn’t hesitate. It’s normally scary to love somebody that much. But as your kisses move between his neck, his pecs, his biceps, and his tummy… All he feels is pride. The man before you realizes in this very moment that he is in so much deeper than he thought he was.

It’s when you’re finally sinking down on him that he distances from these thoughts surrounding his newfound awareness. He lets out a quiet moan at the feeling of you wrapped around him, and another at the sight of his beautiful Bunny sitting so prettily on his dick, biting their lip and looking down at him with such warmth in their eyes.

And you? You’re met with the sight of your beautiful boyfriend, the man you would drop everything in the world to marry and run away with, if he so asked. The man who does everything in his power to make you happy. The man who would, and has, done everything physically possible to keep you safe from the dangers outside of your shared apartment. As you grind down on him, you start to slip into your own thoughts. But the shine of his eyes starting to water again has you immediately stop your movements in worry.

But when the moans from him were replaced with whines and a distressed pout, you couldn’t dare to bring yourself to deny him of what he wants. Your hips start to lift and drop you onto him slowly. The two of you would normally be fucking like rabbits, but after everything that just happened there’s a silent agreement to take it slower tonight.

His hands grip tightly to your hips, helping you in the up and down movements as you lean down to be chest to chest with him. Your eyes lock and stare into one another’s for a few seconds before you fold first, leaning further into him for a kiss. Your movements would have stopped completely if it wasn’t for his hands doing the work now, grinding you against him slowly. The tears in his eyes finally go away just in time for him to watch you pull away, leaning back up to continue towards your goal. Then, just like earlier, you lose yourself in efforts to please him and love on him. Your hips slap against each other in a slow rhythm that still gets the job done.

When he feels you clenching harder and notices your hips moving more messily, he moves his hands to grab your wrists and starts to thrust his hips up to meet yours. The fingers on both of your hands interlace with both of his, and this is how the two of you finish. Eyes, hands, and bodies locked together. When you don’t move to pull off him, he feels his chest swell with even more pride. However, this time caused by the split second idea of starting a family with you. The thought of settling down has crossed his mind before, but when you’re cumming like that above him after worshiping every inch of his skin you could get your hands on, the idea very quickly imprints itself into his brain.

You ride him for a little longer to make the highs last as long as possible, and when it's finally over, the two of you sit there in silence to catch your breaths. His hands grab your forearms to hold you in place as he sits up, then pulls you into another desperate but passionate kiss.

The two of you lay together; bodies tangled and lips locking together.

When he doesn’t lean back in for another kiss, and instead just stares at you with a smile on his face, you can tell he’s lost in thought. But based on the smile, you leave it be and just smile back. On his side of things, he decided to poke at you tomorrow to ask where this all came from all of the sudden. In the meantime though, he just lies and enjoys your warmth, reveling in the new objective he has for his life. The once comforting silence is broken when he mindlessly speaks about this new goal in his mind.

“Bunny?”

“Yes baby?”

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

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[honeyedmiller]

Fate, After All | Joel Miller — Epilogue

warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, cursing, mentions of smut but not super explicitly detailed, tooth-rotting fluff, no-outbreak! Joel, no use of y/n. also, I’ve never personally given birth so I have no idea how the whole process works lol this has major inaccuracy so just go with it pls :’) this is very poorly written and not my best work at all but y’know, Joel with a baby is precious

word count: 1k+

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“Babe, what about this one?” You hold up a pink floral onesie to your protruding belly, looking up at Joel. You were at Target with him shopping for some last minute things before your daughter’s arrival.

It’d been a little over two years since you and Joel got married, and you found out you were pregnant eight months ago. You’ll never forget the look on Joel’s face when you showed him the multiple pregnancy tests you’d taken. You’d been feeling unwell for a few weeks prior to taking the tests, blaming it on stress from work. But then you missed your period, and you had an inkling that you might be pregnant.

Sure enough, you were right. You didn’t know who was more excited about it, though—Joel or Sarah. You were plenty excited and so ready to be a mom of two, but Sarah bawled her eyes out when she found out she was going to be a big sister and Joel would only talk about it for days on end.

You remember when you told your parents too, calling them up telling them that you and Joel could finally repay them for the honeymoon they’d so sweetly gifted you. Your mom cried tears of joy, and your dad got a little misty-eyed.

And when you and Joel found out the baby was going to be a girl? You both lost it. Joel loved being a girl dad so much, and he knew you’d been such a wonderful mother figure to Sarah, that you’d be the best mom to your little girl.

“I love it, darlin’.” Joel takes the onesie carefully from you, admiring how tiny it was. He’d completely forgotten how small newborns are.

You and Joel both thought for sure you were going to get pregnant on your honeymoon, with the way you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other using every surface of your room possible to go at it. You had no idea your libido was so high. Neither did Joel.

Even now, with your hormones raging, you craved Joel so badly. He was terrified at first, not wanting to ‘hurt the baby’, but the nurses at the third ultrasound checkup told him it was completely okay—in fact, they encouraged it.

Joel was tender with you in bed (and in general) since you’ve been pregnant, and honestly, you thought it was so sweet. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger if he could help it, but you had to remind him that you had to do things for yourself, too. Though, you loved that he was so careful and gentle. He was before, but he’s a little bit moreso now.

Your focus shifted back to reality, Joel looking at you with a small smile.

“What?”

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” Joel asks as he steps to you, resting his hands on the sides of your tummy.

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “Sure don’t feel like it.”

“You’re glowing, sweetheart. You’re carryin’ our child and you look damn good doin’ it.” He leans down to kiss you gently.

“This baby has made you such a softie, Miller.” You tease, grasping the side of his face as he chuckles. The crow’s feet around his eyes showcase in fullness, displaying how truly happy he felt.

“What can I say? I love all three of my girls more than anything in the world.” He kisses your forehead, pulling back from you before picking up another pair of shoes that he shows you—big, soft, brown eyes on display for you.

-

A few weeks later, you’re sitting on the couch with Joel as you rest your eyes while he gave you a foot massage. You told him constantly that he didn’t need to do that, but he insisted on the sweet gesture. It was quiet in the house; it’d been that way since Sarah left for college. You and Joel were definitely lively people, but Sarah always kept the conversation going with her wittiness and smarts.

Recently, you’d been having Braxton Hicks, so pain would come and subside. You were due in only just a couple of days, so any time now your little one could choose her arrival. Your whole body was so sore and just the thought of even getting up to do something made you want to cry. You were extremely emotional even moreso now, and Joel was taking your moods graciously.

It wasn’t too late into the night, so when Joel’s phone rang, you knew it was Sarah. She’d do check-ins every couple of days to make sure you were okay, and just to say hi. She was planning on flying back to Texas the next day, so you were happy you got to see her soon.

“Hey babydoll.” Joel answered softly, probably thinking you were asleep by now.

“No, mom’s sleeping right now. Let her get some rest. I’ll call you immediately if anything happens or changes, okay?”

Your heart clenched in warmth at the fact that Sarah referred you to ‘mom’. She’d been doing that since you and Joel got back from your honeymoon, and you loved it every time. You truly don’t think you’ll get over it, probably ever. It meant a lot to you that she was comfortable with you and liked to call you that.

You shot your hand out to retrieve the phone from Joel, and he chuckled, handing it over.

“Hello?” You say, voice a little hoarse from not talking for awhile.

“Hey, mom! How are you?” Sarah’s cheerful voice rung through the other line, and you smiled softly.

“I’m hurting everywhere. Can’t wait to get your sister out.” You half-joke.

“I’m sorry you’re in pain. Tell dad to run you an epsom salt bath or something to relieve your pain.” The idea didn’t seem half bad, but the thought of getting up and moving seemed like hell.

“I think I’ve tortured your father enough the past nine months with mood swings and emotions.” You laugh, running your free hand over your hard belly. Joel shakes his head at you and cracked a smile, softly patting your shin.

“Tell him to suck it up. He’s not the one that has to push a whole human out of him.”

“I’m sure he’d love to hear that one.”

“I’ll tell him, don’t worry mom. Get some rest. I love you.”

You huff a laugh at her slight overprotectiveness. “I love you too baby girl, can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Have a safe flight, okay?”

“I will! Bye!” And the line went dead.

“I’d love to hear what?” Joel asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“I’ll let Sarah tell you that one.” You grin cheekily, handing his phone back to him. You were feeling really tired, so you groaned as you moved your legs off of Joel and sat up slowly.

“I’m gonna take me and this baby to bed. We’re tired.” You looked at Joel, who nodded.

“Let me join you.”

And that’s how the rest of the night went. Joel helped you upstairs, made sure you were comfy in bed, and got behind you to spoon you the rest of the night.

It wasn’t until around two in the morning that you felt a really bad contraction. You’d never had one this strong before, and when they kept coming at least fifteen minutes apart, you woke Joel.

“Joel.” You whispered, taking his hand that rested on your stomach to squeeze it. He didn’t wake at the first attempt, but another contraction washed over you, this time much more painful.

“Fuck. Joel.” You said louder, and this time, he groggily hummed.

“You okay sweetheart?” He sleepily said, and you gave his hand a squeeze.

“No. My contractions hurt really bad.” You say, and he sits up behind you.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?”

“I think so.”

Joel gets out of bed swiftly, putting on some sweats and a t-shirt before helping you sit up. You try to focus on your breathing, but the pain is really starting to bother you. He helps you dress into some biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt of his, grabbing your hospital bag before he helps you slip on your slippers with a grip at the bottom.

He leads you down the stairs ever so carefully, grabbing the keys and his wallet from the front table by the door before heading outside with you. He locked up as fast as he could and got you into his truck, helping you buckle in. Joel had completely forgotten about the rush and adrenaline that comes with having a baby. It’d been so long since he’s experienced it, so he was trying to keep it together as best as possible for your sake.

You closed your eyes as you rested your head on the back of the headrest, one hand gripping the door handle inside and the other one onto the seat.

Joel starts the truck up, throwing it into reverse before taking off down the road. Luckily there was barely any cars on the road at this hour, so you wouldn’t get stuck in any traffic.

Joel flipped open his phone and speed dialed Tommy, who picked up after the third ring.

“Hey, brother. What’s up?”

“Hey Tommy. We’re headed to the hospital now. Her contractions are pretty bad and not super far apart.” Joel explains, trying to drive to the hospital with urgency but also not break any laws.

“Oh, oh shit. Okay. Do you need me to do anything?”

“Uh, just– just pick Sarah up from the airport later today so you both can come to the hospital at the same time. I’ll call you if I need anything else. I gotta go.” Joel’s rushed words almost made his brother chuckle.

“You got it, brother. And Joel? Don’t worry. She’s got this, and so do you. Be the best support system you can be to her, yeah?”

“Yeah. Got it. I’ll call you when I can.”

“Bye.”

The line went dead as you both neared the hospital, and Joel luckily found parking near the front. He hopped out and jogged to the other side, opening your door to help you out of the truck. He grabbed the hospital bag and slung an arm around your lower back and around to the side of your tummy so you could lean yourself into him if you needed to. He locked the truck, walking at your pace up to the front doors.

The receptionist, who looked bored out of her mind, looked up beyond the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

“Um, my wife– she’s– her contractions are strong and not far apart.” Joel explains as you try to not think about the excruciating pain you’re feeling.

“Oh, honey, let’s get you checked in real quick and we’ll get you a wheelchair.” The receptionist asked Joel the few questions, because in all honesty, your mind was foggy and unfocused. You just wanted to lay down in a bed with some medicine that’ll make you feel better.

A nurse brought a wheelchair and took you up to the labor and delivery unit of the hospital, checking you into your room.

After you changed into the hospital gown, the nurses took some tests and checked how much you were dilated. You were too tired to even pay attention to what was going on around you, but one nurse tapped your shin softly.

“Hey mom, how’re you holdin’ up?” Her Southern drawl was strong, but she sounded sweet.

“‘M okay. In a bit of pain.” You mumbled, trying your best to look at her clearly.

“Well I have good news. You’re about five centimeters dilated, so you can get an epidural if you want one.”

“Please. This pain is nearly unbearable.” You chuckle nervously, and Joel grips your hand. You look up and him and smile as he leans down to give you a soft kiss.

“You’re doing amazing, mama.” He says, and you nearly melt into the bed. He was so damn sweet to you, even in the most challenging of situations.

“Alright, we’ll schedule you for one asap and get an anesthesiologist in here to give you one. Sound good?” She looks down at you, and you nod.

“Thank you.” You say before she exits the room, and it’s just you and Joel. Joel pulls up a chair beside the bed, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it gently.

“Gotta call Sarah and my parents.” You murmur, eyes closing in exhaustion.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I will right now.” Joel gave your hand a squeeze before you completely knocked out.

-

A few hours later, you woke up to see Sarah and your mom in the room. You’d been completely knocked out this entire time, except for when they gave you the epidural. Your surprise was evident to see them, and you smiled tiredly.

“You’re here.” You say, voice gravelly.

“Hey mom!” Sarah whispers, bending down to give you a hug and a kiss on the head.

“Hey kiddo. Where’s dad?”

“Went to get a cup of coffee with uncle Tommy in the cafeteria downstairs.” She smiles, and you nod. You look to your mom who had tears in her eyes, and you suddenly began to worry.

“Mom? What’s wrong?” Your voice is a bit panicked, and your heart rate on the monitor noticeably picked up.

“Oh nothing baby! Relax, relax,” She brushes your hair away from your face, cupping your cheek with her hand. “I’m just so happy for you. I’m happy you’re getting some rest.” She grins at you, and you nod.

“The epidural really knocked me out.” You chuckle, feeling a strong pressure in your pelvic area. You wince, shifting uncomfortably.

“Oh baby, that’s a contraction. Nurse said you’re about seven centimeters now.” She said, and your eyes widen. Before you could respond, there was a soft knock at the door as Joel and Tommy appeared.

“Hey sweetheart. How you feelin’?” Joel asks as he sets his cup of coffee down, kissing your forehead.

“Tired, but fine.” You weakly smile, and Tommy bends to give you a hug.

“You got this sis. Squeeze Joel’s hand as haaard as ya need to.” He winks at you, and you laugh.

“Well he is the one who got me like this after all.” You quirk an eyebrow, and Joel holds his hands up in defense.

“Hey hey hey, it takes two to tango darlin’.” He says.

“That it does.” Exhaustion was overwhelming you, and your eyes were starting to drift close without you even noticing.

“Let’s let her and Joel have some privacy. Let her get some rest.” Your mom suggested, leaving Sarah and Tommy to follow out of the room after her.

“Come cuddle with me.” You weakly reach out to Joel, and he huffs a laugh.

“Pretty sure ‘m not supposed to get on the bed with you, darlin’.”

“Who cares. I want my husband to hold me.” You pout, and he softly chuckles. You hear him take off his boots, carefully climbing into the small hospital bed with you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders as you nuzzle yourself into his chest, his scent and warmth surrounding you. You were out like a light again in no time.

It didn’t even feel like five minutes later to you when you’d been woken up by the nurse, but apparently it’d been a couple more hours.

“Hey hon. You’re almost fully dilated. We’re gonna need to prep you.” The nurse spoke softly, and you looked at Joel who was sitting in the chair next to your bed. His head rested on the side of the bed as he held your hand in his. You smiled softly at the sight before regretfully shaking him awake.

“Babe. Wake up.” You coo softly, and he opens his eyes. He looks at you wearily, trying to wake up fast.

“You okay?” He asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Yeah. Nurse says I’m almost fully dilated so they have to prep me now.” You give his hand a squeeze, and he nods.

“You’ve got this, baby. I’m going to be right by your side through it all.”

And he was right. He was.

Once you were fully dilated, they had you starting to push, and god you’ve never felt a more soul crushing pain in your life. You were trying to steady your breathing, but it was getting harder for you to focus. Pain overtook your whole being and you started to sob.

“I can’t do this, I can’t do this.” You cried, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Yes you can, baby. You’re doing so good. So good. She’ll be here in no time.” Joel encouraged, clasping your hand as he kissed your temple repeatedly. He kept whispering sweet encouragements into your ear, being the supporting husband you knew he’d be. You just couldn’t fathom the pain you were going through.

“I can see the head, mama! Just a couple of more big pushes and she’ll be out.” The nurse was trying to talk you through it.

It’s like the next few pushes you completely blacked out—all you remember is the sound of your silent screams, a ‘there she is! I see her!’ from the nurse, and the sweet cry of your baby girl.

“She’s here, mama. You did it! Congratulations!” The nurse set her onto your bare skin, and you sobbed. You looked down at her, then up at Joel, who’d also happened to be crying. He gave you a kiss and rubbed the back of your head as he looked back down at his newest daughter.

The nurses took her to get her cleaned and weigh her before swaddling her and giving her back to you.

“She’s perfect.” You cry, knuckle running over her cheek as gently as possible.

“She is. You did it, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. She’s here.” Joel cried, and you leaned in to him as he looked down at the both of you.

“So what’s her name?” The nurse asks, smiling at the three of you.

“Sophia Evelyn Miller.” Joel says, his chest swelling with pride. You gently handed him his tiny daughter, as she cooed softly in his strong arms. She was safe and sound, a silent promise Joel made to all three of you that he would love and protect his girls until the end of time.

You’d given Joel everything he ever wanted—a loving wife, a mother figure to his first daughter, a bigger family, and a house he could call a home with you and his girls in it. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, but his heart was so full with love and pride. So much love for his three girls, and pride to call you his wife and Sarah and Sophia his daughters.

This was really the fate that the universe brought upon you two—

One you both will always cherish forever.

a/n: ahhh it’s finally done :’) sorry this epilogue wasn’t really all that great, I just wanted to give Joel the endgame with his new daughter and wife lol

hope u guys enjoyed this mini series <3 love u all forever. muah

[pablitogavii]

Could you write for Gavi taking care of reader after a surgery and like it really hurts

Care

Ofc! I love this idea very much <3

"I can get it!" you tried reaching for the remote on the table feeling immediate pain in the area of your stomach where you still had your fresh post surgery stitches.

"What are you doing!? I got it amor!" Pablo was quick to stop you grabbing the remote and placing it into your lap before sitting besides you hating to see that beautiful face of your scrunched up in pain. Pablo badly wished he could take all that pain away and feel it instead of you...

"It hurts so bad Pablito.." you whined with tears that collected in your eyes slowly falling down your cheeks and he quickly scooped you in his arms carrying you to the bedroom.

You rested comfortably against him while his hands went underneath your pajama shirt to rest of your wound gently while his lips left soft kisses on top of your head.

"Do you want me to put some of that cream on that helped last time bonita? Hm?" he said but you were in too much pain that was causing a numbing headache in that moment to answer.

"Tell your Pablito what you need, mi vida" he said again and you smiled weakly nodding your head to his request but when he tried to get up to grab the cream from the bathroom you wouldn't let go.

"I will be right back, I promise..and then we can lay here as long as you want okay?" he said packing your lips and you finally let him go and he rushed to return quickly with the cream in his hands.

"Alright, raise your shirt mi amor" he said and you did as he asked reveling the stitched up wound that he observed for a few seconds before smiling and moving his head slowly towards your stomach to leave a few soft kisses against it.

Your hands went into his hair while he was softly kissing around your wound and a smile found its way back to your face again. Pablo was so sweet and gentle with you making you feel that much better.

He looked up smiling while you still played with his hair returning a smile. He then sat up opening the cream and getting some on his fingers before softly applying over your wound.

You hissed as it always first made the pain worse by freezing the wound but over a few minutes it completely numbed the area and you would feel relief. Pablo knew that so he was telling you words of reassurance while applying the cream carefully.

"Shh it's okay mi preciosa..I know it hurts..just breathe okay..slow breaths" he was sitting next to you letting you get comfortable and when you laid your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat he held you there whispering sweet nothing into your ear.

"Ow..h..urts me!" you were sobbing from the pain and Pablo knew he had to distract you while medication too its time to start working.

"Mi amor..do you know what I want to have in the future?" he said and you looked up with your eyes still filled with tears but now curiosity overcame your thoughts. What did he want?

"I want a Jr...a little boy I can teach how to play fútbol or a little girl I would let braid my hair because she would be mi princesa pequeña..or both? If you agree of course?" he said and your heart was beating fast that Pablo was talking about having a family with you in the future..it was very special to hear him say that.

"Ah..um..which one..f..first?" your voice was still shaken up from the pain but he smiled that you wanted the same thing he did knowing that one day these dreams will come true.

"That can be your choice preciosa but our little Gavi will be right here in your tummy a few years…” Pablo said kissing the top of your head touching your stomach and you smiled nuzzling your nose further into his neck taking in his familiar musk that made you feel safe.

"I always wanted to give you a son..one that would be a mini version of you Pablito..have your kind eyes..fluffy hair and those adorable bushy eyebrows" you said and he smiled blushing a little at the thought of having a son with you..it was such a dream and he couldn't wait for it to become reality when you both get older.

"He would surely go to La Masia if he likes fútbol like his papi" Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head and kissing his neck lovingly while he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly.

"They gave me a second family..something I will forever cherish" Pablo said and you could tell he was nostalgic looking up as his eyes met yours for a moment of silence.

"And they raised a good man..one that is so kind hearted and giving..I'm proud of you amor" you say and he smiled leaning down to kiss you noticing that most of your tension was gone which meant medication started to work.

"Does it hurt a little less preciosa?" Pablo checked and you smiled nodding your head while resting your hand on your stomach sighing in relief.

"Thank you for distracting me while the pain passed amor..although I kinda hope you meant what you said?" you said and he smiled pulling you closer and placing his lips on yours gently.

"Of course I did! We are going to have a beautiful family one day, mi vida and I promise to take care of you and our little ones" he said and you kissed him against snaking your arms around his neck before holding his face and kissing his nose.

"You will be an amazing dad one day Pablito.." you said making him smile and pull you closer so you can boy lay down and fall asleep dreaming about your shared future.

Hope you like it <3

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Summary: Bob Hughes x Best Friend reader

Warnings: pure filth, smut etc

Authors Note: I'm literally cracking up because I didn't know we could put music on tumblr posts. Also this is a prompt switccchh

147 days since Bob left the hospital after paying his debts to the hat. 147 days spent lounging around your house while he "recovered," and 147 days since he started dreaming about you bent over for him. And ot had been 1 day since you promised him your virginity.

It was like he was a high-school boy. He didn't get those kinds of dreams often, but something about you. The way you wore your hair, your dips and curve, every scar, beauty mark and loose thread he tried to pull, to grasp.

In a way, he wanted to cup you in his hands like a fragile bird. You were his to love, his to be with. He held you once the tension was too much. A heated night that had you second-guessing every signal. But the night continued, and Bob made it seem like he'd break if there was too much pressure put on him.

Bob pressed your back down, pushing your chest against the soft mattress. His heavy breathing steadied your beating heart, and occasionally snap out of your pleasure filled daze to glance up at your best friend.

The term best friend was held very loosely. You flung it around, you didn't think of him as a best friend. Or at least didn't want to think of him that way. You used it as a term for closeness without venturing into territory that you were unfamiliar with.

Bob's soft panting brought you back to reality. The way he split you apart on his cock had you reeling, he was perfect for you, practically made for you, yet you were to scared to grab onto him, to take the bait. Slowly, the tension melted as your eyes rolled back and he tucked reddish blue hickeys onto your neck.

"That's a good girl," he whispered, his voice tainted with lust. You moaned and clenched around him, he pressed his hand against the bulge in your tummy, spewing praises.

Your eyes rolled back as he hit the spot that clouded your vision with stars and swirls. Bob wiped the drool from the corner of your mouth, chuckling as his hips continued their brutal pace. You were nearly sobbing over the pleasure, babbling random nonsense in response to Bob's soothing words.

"God, you were just made for this, weren't you?" Bob hummed, the strain to keep his composure evident in his voice. He so badly wanted to get lost in your flesh and your scent, consuming you like a ripe fruit, a good book. He wanted to be so close to you that it almost hurt.

Bob was not one for praise. He wasn't one for romance either. But you couldn't help but feel as of you were finally getting somewhere, last the walls he set up after learning Diane was with Rick. He gripped you as you orgasmed, he held you in such a way that you thought he was afraid of you flying away.

Bob was unraveling. His threads were coming loose as if he were a poorly stitched sweater. You turned to your back, grasping at his hair and making him nearly whimper. His eyes were shut because of pleasure, and he mouthed a silent "please,". You drove him crazy, left him open mouthed as he chased his high. His head dropped to your shoulder, right next to your ear. His breath was heavy, and he was stringing together random words of nonsense.

"Oh my god, I love you so much,"

"Tomorrow I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't even remember your name,"

"Please..God, please let me love you, don't leave me.."

You pressed a thumb to his lips as he came, soothing him while there was an inch of vulnerability showing.

"It's ok, I'm here," you whispered, but you weren't sure if he heard. However, he pressed a kiss to your nose, a gesture he's never done with anyone. It was intimate, and a feeling of pride and happiness bloomed in your chest as he settled next to you in bed.

[jarofstyles]

I’d love to read something where y/n is sad and anxious about her period leaking on his sheets but he comforts her and makes sure she knows it’s alright!!

I can do that! Absolutely. Periods can be awful and people don’t seem to realize how bad some people have it 😭

Warnings- talk if periods, blood, mention of hospital and bad menstrual cycles

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She was mortified.

Before even moving, she knew that it had happened. The cramps had been awful the night before and she had put on a pad just in case, but the feeling between her legs let her know immediately that it hasn’t been enough.

Y/N had awful periods. The cramps, the body aches, the heavier bleeding, all of it combined made this time of the month nearly unbearable. It ruined days and plans she made in hopes her period wouldn’t be too bad, but the first 3 days were the absolute worst for her.

She should have gone home last night, but Harry had tempted her. He was the perfect gentleman when it came to her periods and knew now how bad they could be for her, so he kept supplies at his house to help ease it. A heating pad, toiletries, extra clothing, oils to diffuse that would help with headaches or nausea- he asked doctor google about that one- and her designated pain relievers. Y/N had been lulled to sleep by a heating bad on her back and Harry’s hand gently massaging over her tummy, soothing a bit of the ache. He had put on some music meant to relieve cramping pain and she wasn’t sure if it was that or the complete state of softness that Harry brought that had her drifting off to sleep.

When her eyes opened she thanked whoever made the world that Harry wasn’t in bed with her. There was some tinkering sounds coming from the kitchen followed by footsteps and she has a good idea that he was coming towards her with some tea and toast.

Deciding to finally look at the damage, she felt tears well in her eyes both at the embarrassment and the pain of moving as she looked down at the splotch of blood. It wasn’t terrible, in terms of size- but it was the fact she had bled on his sheets at all. His sweatpants she wore were completely ruined and she felt so ashamed of it all.

Tears trailed down her cheeks as she held her stomach, the approaching footsteps showing she was too late as he opened the door. His hair was still messy and tossled from sleep and his shirt and shorts were haphazardly thrown on, a smile on his face while he carried the tray into the room. Tea, toast, and a chocolate truffle laid on the tray for her.

The smile fell as soon as he saw her face.

“Hey, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He whispered, placing the tray down on dresser. “Are you hurting very badly? Do we need the hospital?” It wouldn’t be the first time. The cramping pain sometimes couldn’t be managed and she would get physically ill from it.

“N-no.” She croaked. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to.” She pointed at the bed before burying her face in her hands. “I should have gone home. Or worn my own clothes. I’ve ruined it all. Made such a mess. I’m so sorry, Harry.” The weakness of her voice was obvious, a little sob tearing from her throat.

For her, it was mortifying. She bled on his bed! It was already gross to her as it was but she could only imagine how he would feel. Would he keep her from sleeping on it again? He wouldn’t blame her. The heightened emotions and pain of her stomach only made it worse.

“What? Darling… no.” His hands clasped over her wrists, gently prying them from her face. “No. It’s okay. You’re going to make yourself sick crying like that. Can you look at me?” He coaxed, his voice soft and as sweet as he could get it. When her wet eyes met his, he felt himself melt a little. Taking her hands in his, he rubbed over the backs of them with his thumbs to try and soothe a bit of her panicked emotions. “It’s okay. It’s just sheets. Just joggers. I can wash them both. Even replace them. I’m not worried about them. I worried about you.”

Y/N sniffled, trying to pull herself together as he calmed her down. What he said was true, but in her head was a bit of a mess. Especially waking up to that. “You’re not mad? I can clean it myself. Just let me get some peroxide and I can clean it now. I don’t want you to have to do it.” She babbled, stopping when she felt him squeeze her hands in warning.

“No. You’re not going to do anything but take a shower, a bath, whatever you’d like, eat your tea and toast and get back in bed. I’m going to change the sheets. It’s just period blood, love. Not something disgusting. It’s natural. As much as it pains me to see you have a period so rough, it’s natural and normal and not gross. Anyone who’s made you feel this terribly about getting it on some sheets is rude for making you feel like a burden.” He had just been happy to get her to have some sleep. “I’ve told you so many times, my love. I want to take care of you when you’re hurting. It’s okay for you to do the things that are natural to this cycle. A bit of a stain isn’t going to hurt either of us. I’m a grown man. If I couldn’t handle a bit of blood, I’d be more embarrassed than you should be.” He joked with her, releasing her hands to brush her wet cheeks.

“You’re alright. I know you’re sensitive right now, that’s why you have this reaction. I just want to take care of you, okay? Let’s get you cleaned up while I clean the bed and we can go back to nap for a bit longer as we wait for the pain reliever to kick in. You’ve got to rest.” His lips brushed between her brows, puckering for a little kiss. “I adore you. Being with you means being with this, and it’s hardly a burden for me. Just wish you I could take all the pain away, too.”

[kissesforsatoru]

Hi! Some thoughts on yan!Hanma with pregnant darling please?

pairing : hanma x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

summary : hanma with a pregnant darling

⤷ cw : NSFW 18+, general yandere themes, implied nsfw, pregnancy, baby-trapping, slight nsfw, mentions of abortion, possibly ooc hanma

i don't think that hanma is the type of yandere to actively try and get his darling pregnant, but then again, he doesn't do anything to stop you from getting pregnant either. he loves to fuck you raw, the feeling of your tight walls around his bare cock is just too addicting and too pleasurable to put a condom on. sometimes he pulls out and sometimes he doesn't--it really just depends on his mood.

when you tell him you're pregnant he's more amused than anything. he teases the hell out of you in the most vulgar way possible by saying things like 'i fucked you so good i put a little baby in you' or 'you desperate little slut, wanted my cum so badly you ended up pregnant'. he can be a bit mean about it too. when you're crying in his arms because you don't know what to do and you're scared, he might laugh and say one of those teasing things.

but despite that, i think he'll get softer when you're pregnant. he's an asshole, but you're still his darling and you're carrying his baby. he gets you the necessities--pain pills, your weird cravings, and he lets you cuddle up to him so that you can get all the comfort you need whenever you get all emotional.

he gets extra protective while you're pregnant cause he doesn't want anything bad happening to you or the baby. oh, you wanna go out? let him come. actually baby, why don't just stay your pretty self-right where you are. hanma will just go get whatever you need for you. he doesn't let anyone he doesn't trust around you, and the people he does trust around you are threatened to hell to be careful or else he won't hesitate to beat them the fuck up.

he low-key has a heart attack any time you get tummy pains or run to the bathroom to throw up. he's not used to you being in such a terrible state so it kind of throws him off. he's so quick to check up on you and make sure you aren't dying any time something like that happens. it makes you laugh whenever you see that look of absolute worry on his face after you get done throwing up or downing pain meds.

he would love having you in his lap where he can easily rub your pregnant belly and just kiss all up on you. you get so pliant when you're pregnant cause you're just so tired and don't wanna deal with anything--it almost makes him wanna keep you pregnant all the time. but, hanma is all about fun an amusement, and kids don't allow for that, so he doesn't really go through with that thought despite how pleasant it would be.

he isn't opposed to fucking you while you're pregnant. of course, he'll be careful not to hurt you or the baby, but you just look so pretty that he needs to be inside you. he would probably make the excuse that he has to keep his baby's mommy nice and pleasured while you're pregnant cause he knows you need the stress relief, which you cannot refute so you let him fuck you. he's usually rough during sex, but while you're pregnant he'll get all doting and kiss you gently as he thrusts into you slowly. he might get desperate and speed up a bit, maybe get a bit rougher than he intended too, but he always makes sure you aren't hurt and neither is the baby.

he'll make you keep the baby cause he wants you to stay with him and he knows damn well you wouldn't be able to do it on your own even if you wanted to--not after he made everyone in your life abandon you. don't even bring up the idea of getting an abortion cause it'll really piss him off. he might not have wanted the baby, but it's still his the very same that you are his. you are his property, and you aren't allowed to do anything without his permission. how dare you tell him you're getting an abortion when he owns you, your body, and definitely the baby in your cute belly.

[phoeeling]

honestly, ursa and Iroh’s relationship with Azula is interesting specifically because of how many mistakes were made by the aforementioned adults. Some claim Azula rejected them, and I don’t believe that’s supported by canon.

In Zuko Alone, flashback Azula actually enjoys the letter Iroh wrote and laughs at his joke (alongside Ursa and Zuko). It isn’t until Iroh hurts her feelings that she starts talking badly about him.

So for Zuko, a heartfelt gift with significance. Messed up significance, but still. And for Azula: an afterthought. That’s what it says.

I talked about Iroh’s gift here to Azula to my sister, and she pointed out that it also kinda says: hey look at this doll. it probably belonged to a different little girl. isn’t it cool how she probably had humanity, and feelings, and prospects? She probably got happy about things, and laughed about things and cried about things. There was a lot of things about her, she was a fully realized 3D person. She got tummy aches, she got nervous. And she’s dead now. Little tiny girl. Just like you. Lots of things that she went through.

like. seriously. I always assumed they took it from a shop, but it’s never actually stated where they got it.

Weird to try and humanize the people you are actively murdering to your niece, regardless.

This whole interaction is so very telling. Azula’s feelings get hurt, so in very typical 6-7 year old fashion, she talks about Iroh dying. That’s how kids tend to express hurt feelings. I’ve already talked about her and Ursa’s parts in this, so I won’t repeat myself.

The next time she’s mean regarding Iroh, she seems hurt that Lu Ten died and Iroh is giving up instead of going for vengeance. Objectively, what Iroh is doing makes him a bad general. Iroh didn’t care about all the lives sacrificed until it was Lu Ten. It was his siege, he was leading it. It didn’t matter until it was personal for him.

Of course Azula isn’t going to have a high opinion on him: the only reason that Zuko does is because the writers wanted to make Zuko look more sympathetic, despite the fact Zuko insults Iroh more than any other character.

Granted, she does call him a loser in addition to being a quitter. It’s unclear how long she’s felt that way but given her previous enjoyment of his letter, I’m guessing she’s still mad about the doll.

[ohnomytummy]

Ok so let's say if I woke up in the middle of the night with an urgent, cramping belly ache and I knew exactly what caused it (icecream, a large cheese pizza (I'm lactose intolerant) and a bottle of coke) and you got to do whatever you want to my belly (punishment hint hint nudge nudge)... what would you do?

Well first, I don’t know if you assumed I’d be sending you to bed with a plug in, but if not you need to re-organize your thoughts ;)

I’m also assuming I’d get to watch you devour your huge meal of dairy and grease and sugar and drool over your growing gut, knowing you’ll be suffering from your choices very shortly. You’d start eating with the plug in btw…gotta show that belly who’s boss, after all.

(This may get long idk)

When you finish, you’re claiming nothing but a full bloated stomach, but I can hear your insides squirm and whine from across the table. I haven’t touched you. You fed yourself like the good eater you are, and I glued my eyes to you while you ate and ate. I know whats in your belly, and I know how fast ice cream runs through you when it’s the ONLY dairy you’ve eaten that day. I can see your eyes pleading. Your tummy hurts already, so so badly…so fast…you ate everything so fast…oh dear…

Your act isn’t on for long though, and a few minutes later you’re burping and moaning and telling me how you can feel your tummy sloshing over the mound of pizza inside you. I urge you to bed, changing your tight (but unbuttoned) jeans to my loosest boxers…and even they struggle to contain your pizza gut. As I’m helping you slide them on, I hear a different kind of…slipping. Your lower belly whines so deeply, you might as well have a river in your colon. It’s so close to your plug, but it can’t escape—moments later a wet, rattling burp comes from your lips. “Sounds like that cheese is coming to the surface,” I tease, letting you waddle shirtless to the bed.

At first I let you attempt to sleep aka lie to yourself. Your tossing and turning. I’m waiting for you to…and quickly you do: grasp my hand, moaning “baby…my tummy…” and an arm moves loosely in front of your bulbous belly, protecting it’s cramping mess from more pain (or our signal…sadistic of us…).

I first kiss you, letting you lean into the moment with me while I climb on top of your hips. As we kiss I slowly move my hands over the solid food filled mound that is your top belly, caressing your skin and running my nails lightly over your most sensitive spots. But when my hands reach their peak, I break the kiss, grin gently down at you, and push. Hard.

You grab my wrists and moan almost loudly enough to block the sound of your belly rushing up your throat, forcing you to gag (you felt so awful climbing into bed, you barely noticed the towels I laid all over your side of the bed and the floor). My weight forces your legs still, so you have to use your upset belly’s minimal muscles to twist your body as you hic, sputter and burp the sick from your mouth and onto the dirty brown towel below.

As you finish puking, I kiss your neck and shoulders and sides gently. When the last of round one has left your lips you turn to collapse back on the bed while your hands achingly rub your still massive gutt. “You made me throw up.” You say cutely…cluelessly…full of tummy ache. I chuckle at your empty, pain and lust filled mind, while your belly continues to omit ugly sounding gurgles. “Uh oh,” you mutter before turning back over the side of the bed and puking up round two, the floor now a clear mess. Your mess…

This goes on for a bit. The puking. Hurling. Stomach ache filled with hard tummy rubs and a mix of moans, pleasure and pain at war in your belly.

But then, the gurgles change…they get…deeper. Lower, more drawn out. And your hands are now gripping the space between your boxer hem and belly. “No…” Your legs curl into your tummy as a cramp rips through you. “Uh-uh baby,” I say, as I force your legs down and uncurl your body. “You let me take care of that.”

You give me that soft, pained, wet look: “Yes, sir.”

And the game begins.

For the next…however long you can last…I meet each of your horrible cramps with a deep belly rub, a hard push, encouragement, if you will. I cuddle you big spoon style and you hold my hands to your belly. Our legs lock together to keep you from curling into yourself as your gluttony rocks your insides.

The plug forces you to keep everything in, and I’m challenging you to let it out. You moan and whimper, “my tummy…oh god it’s coming back…*buuurrrrppp* nnnnoooo goooddddd…”

Our thighs are sticky, our underwear soaked through. I continue palpating your abdomen, kissing your neck and back, and telling you sweet nothings, how good you are at filling your belly and keeping it in, until you give me the final signal. When the desperation is too much and you need the bathroom and you need the bathroom now.

I carry your cramping belly and you to the toilet and put you down, letting you pull out the plug, both of us red with a mix of embarrassment, shame, and classic dirty horny sex as your tummy violently empties itself.

I stay as close as you let me, respecting your space but wanting to help you get through the most painful part of the night.

And then we’d go to sleep. Obviously 🤭

[aching-tummies]

Achy Tummy

My stomach's been aching all day.

My stomach's been a little off all day. I woke up much earlier than planned, so I decided to cook myself breakfast instead of subjecting myself to a fast-food breakfast-sandwich yet again. Made and ate breakfast and then went off to work.

About an hour into my 6 hour shift, I noticed that my stomach was aching just a little bit. It wasn't enough to be a distraction, but it was enough for me to be aware that my stomach was hurting just a bit. I continued on with my shift as normal, snacking on some crackers I kept in my bag in hopes that maybe my stomach was just unsettled and needed a little something.

About 10 minutes until the end of a lunch-less shift, I originally planned on going home and eating dinner quickly--but a friend of mine asked me to stop by a shop for them 'cuz I was closer (even if it was out of my way to bus there instead of home). Committed to helping out my friend, I hopped the bus and got off to go to the shop rather than go home. While waiting at an intersection, I was again made aware of the ache in my belly telling me that it wasn't feeling too hot. I draped my jumbo-infinity scarf around myself--making it look more like an open-back 'tunic' or 'vest'--and used a hair-clip to buckle it closed over my abdomen area--hoping that the warmth from the scarf would ease the ache or at least give me some cover as I gave my stomach a few gentle rubs. The ache was much more prominent now than it was hours earlier.

I ran the errand for my friend, but because the bus wasn't set to come back for at least another 55 minutes, I decided I should probably grab myself a little dinner. A very small part of me was wary about the ache that sat like a rock in my tummy all day; but a bigger part of me was thinking that being hungry would make things worse. I'd been feeling a little hungry since 90 minutes until the end of my shift…and I could feel hunger gnawing at the parts of my insides that didn't have that weird achey-rock feeling.

I got myself a plain vermicelli thing from a fast-food-style Vietnamese place. Mostly vermicelli, lettuce, cucumbers, and carrots with a couple of pieces of spring roll tossed in there. Usually, I feel decently full after eating this thing (been to this place many times before). I finished my food and definitely felt full, but the ache was still griping even with the food. I'm usually not a very gassy person--I don't burp much or very easily…and certainly nothing big or loud--ever. When I burp, it's usually a barely noticeable one, just an extra breath or so of hot air rising and propelling itself upward. After eating this time though, I could feel my stomach clenching, forcing up tiny burp after burp--completely involuntary too. I sat back at the table for about 10 minutes after eating, massaging my stomach under the cover of my scarf as it convulsed painfully. I was full and the dense mass of 'ache' was still in there, fighting for room among the influx of solid food. As much as I wanted to continue massaging my poor tummy, the bus was going to arrive soon and the stop was about a 10 minute walk from where I was, so I got up and dragged myself to the stop, giving my belly some reassuring pats and rubs throughout the whole walk.

I made it home without too much incident…but my stomach is still sore and that dense ache is still stuck in my guts pretty badly. It's not an 'ate too much' ache or an 'I'm hungry' ache or even a 'Use the washroom quickly' kind of ache. It's been hurting all day and nothing I've done has made the ache go away any. It was barely noticeable in the morning, amped up a bit after work when I noticed that I was hungry too, stayed at that level after I finished eating, and has been fluctuating since I came home and finally allowed myself to sit/lounge.

Putting this out there "send me your best responses", though I don't know if this is a scenario others would like to respond to. I've been thinking the words "poor tummy" almost on loop all day. I don't vomit easily…but a part of me is currently craving some sadistic partner action--maybe someone that'll fill me up just a bit more and then give my stomach an unrelenting 'massage' until I finally force everything back up. I just really want this achy mass to get out of me…and the idea of someone else basically forcing it out of me sounds really tempting. Ooof…even as I write this, the ache in my belly is fluctuating. There were some really loud and wet gurgles earlier (despite me not having had many fluids today). Honestly, some of the noises sounded like retching--but it was all between my pelvis and ribs--no action in my esophagus and nothing coming up…I've heard of the phrase "threw up in my mouth a bit", but I wonder if there's an equivalent where my intestines "throw up" into my stomach-organ or something--'cuz that's what it feels and sounds like happened inside of my poor, churning, achy tummy.

[angstyaches]

apologies if this is a mischaracterization of him, but "9: a whiny, "Ugh, my tummy hurts..." followed by a huge belch" feels very Charlie-core to me 👀

Ah, the boys 🖤

Word Count: 3,000ish

CW: Shayne's disordered eating and food hang-ups, hunger pains, dizzy/weakness, slight angst but mostly fluff.

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“Oh, and Charlie!” Ingrid’s voice called out from behind them, all the way back in the kitchen. “Char?”

“Keep walking.” Charlie’s hand closed around Shayne’s arm, tugging him through the doorway and onto the front porch. “Pretend we don’t hear her.”

Shayne frowned. “What?”

“She’s about to tell us five hundred things she needs us to get in the shop. Keep walking.”

As much as he relished catching glimpses of Charlie’s more despicable side, Shayne found it physically difficult not to turn around and wait for whatever Ingrid was going to say. Even when it wasn’t specifically his name she was calling.

In the end, he didn’t have to. As Charlie was unlocking the car, the front door of the house opened again, and Ingrid padded out onto the porch in her fluffy pink slippers.

“Charlie!” she called out, with no idea that her son was purposefully ignoring her.

Charlie’s gaze caught Shayne’s over the bonnet of the car. “Yes, Mum?”

“I need you to pick up some cornflakes, an air freshener for the bathroom – the lavender one, alright? Not the lilac – and some of those…” Ingrid made a gesture through the air, beginning with her fingertips joined and then drawing them apart. “Those long toothpicks.”

Shayne shrugged slowly as Ingrid glanced at him.

“Skewers,” Charlie sighed.

“Skewers.” Ingrid threw Shayne a smile. “Can you boys remember all of that?”

“Yes,” Shayne said.

She blew them a kiss as they climbed into the car. Charlie huffed while he turned on the engine, but Shayne could tell that his boyfriend was clenching his teeth.

He watched in amused disbelief as Charlie reserved Trevor’s car out of the driveway and straightened it up in the direction of the supermarket.

“What?” Charlie asked, double-glancing at Shayne.

“Why are you mad? We’re going to the shop anyway.”

“Yeah, but if she needs that stuff so badly, why couldn’t she go herself?”

“Because… we’re going anyway?”

“That’s not the point,” Charlie said. “Anyway, sorry. Bad mood gone. Hey.”

“Hey,” Shayne said, stomach fluttering. They’d been reunited for about an hour and a half now, but so far, they'd been with Trevor and Ingrid. He wondered if Charlie was also thinking about pulling the car over so they could have a proper hug and maybe a kiss. Wondered if he should suggest it. But no. If Charlie wasn’t suggesting it, he definitely shouldn’t be suggesting it.

The drive to the supermarket was painfully short anyway, considering that the destination was, well, the supermarket. Shayne had been so preoccupied with the thought of being alone in the car with Charlie that he hadn’t given much thought to it, but as soon as its glowing lights and obnoxiously large signage came into view, it felt as though he had absorbed the bad mood that Charlie had so proudly cast off.

“Why do we even need snacks?” Shayne pushed his hands into his pockets as the glare of the supermarket got closer.

He glanced over at Charlie as they walked, probably looking far more anxious than anyone walking into a supermarket had the right to. He could have stayed in the car and waited for Charlie to come back, but he’d missed him, and didn’t want to be separated from him already. He was itching to hold hands, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk getting any extra attention from everyone else.

“What do you mean? Snacks are life!”

Shayne blinked, unsure of what other answer he’d been expecting.

“And I’ve barely eaten today!” Charlie threw Shayne a pointed look. “And I bet you haven’t either. You don’t even have to tell me.”

Shayne returned Charlie’s loaded look with a blank one. Spending most of the day without eating, unsurprisingly, affected Charlie a lot more than it did him, but pointing that out was never a good idea.

“But your parents are… making dinner,” Shayne pointed out instead, using the lowest voice he could manage. Ingrid had gone into great detail about the fajitas they were making, double- and triple-checking that Shayne would be okay with the spice level they'd picked out. At this very second, in fact, she and Trevor would be getting ready to serve them up, with the intention of some of them going in Shayne’s mouth, and the thought made him want to dissolve out of existence.

“Aw, lovely. This has nothing to do with dinner. Snacks perform a completely different task,” Charlie said. “Snacks fill a completely different void. You ever heard of the expression ‘dessert stomach’?”

“No?” Shayne said, resisting the urge to add that he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear of it. He was relieved, however, as Charlie reached over to him and linked their fingers together.

“It’s a phrase people use for when they’re already full but really want dessert. Like they have a whole extra stomach where they can fit dessert,” Charlie grinned. Clearly, this was a concept that delighted him as much as it made Shayne want to crawl into a hole and disappear. “Well, I have a theory that after the regular stomach and the dessert stomach, there’s also a snack void.”

“A snack void,” Shayne repeated numbly.

“Yep.”

“Which means…”

“Which means that no matter how much dinner or how much dessert you eat –” Charlie planted a hand on his belly, one eye twinkling under the glow of the inside lights while the other was shaded by his own face. “There’s still infinite space for snacks. A snack void.”

Shayne raised an eyebrow and glanced to the side, on the lookout for anyone nearby who might be perceiving them. At least he could be thankful that Charlie was rubbing his own stomach, and hadn’t decided to demonstrate using Shayne’s.

“Why… Why do I go out with you in public again?”

“Because you love me,” Charlie hummed, scooping his free arm around Shayne’s waist for a moment as they passed through the automatic doors and into the shop. The palm of his hand briefly grazed Shayne’s stomach as he let go, and Shayne felt an unexpectedly pleasant flicker in his chest.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, tightening his grip on Charlie’s hand. “I suppose you want a basket?”

Charlie scoffed. “Don’t say that with so much disgust! Yes, I want a basket. In fact, let’s get a trolley. I’m feeling lazy.”

___

“Oh, my god, the roast chicken smells so good,” Charlie whispered as they rounded the top of the aisle, bringing the trolley within sight – and scent – of the hot food counter. “I can’t wait for dinner.”

“Mmm,” Shayne said half-heartedly. He didn’t like lingering on the thought of eating the Waters’ food, but he didn’t like glossing over his gratitude to them, either. He felt the need to hold Charlie’s hand again, but Charlie was preoccupied with pushing the trolley.

“God damn it, I’m about to spend way too much money,” Charlie grumbled. They had just turned down the snack aisle, and he was already tossing two tubes of Pringles into the trolley. “This is why they say you shouldn’t shop when you’re hungry.”

“Mmm.”

Charlie looked up at a can that was still on the shelf, and tapped on the round face of the Pringles mascot with one finger. “Mr. Pringle knows what he’s about. Ooh – I wonder if he knows about the snack void. Wonder if he knows it’s been keeping him in business all these years.”

Not for you. Shayne felt a shiver down the back of his neck when he looked too closely at any of the brands on the shelf, so he kept his gaze fixed on the floor, glancing up just frequently enough to avoid looking too awkward. Not for you, not for –

“Lovely?”

Shayne’s head whipped towards Charlie.

“Are you okay?”

Shayne nodded.

Charlie was holding two brightly-coloured packets in his hands. “So, they have sour cola bottles and sour strawberries. Which do you prefer? This feels like something I should already know, I’m sorry…”

Shayne felt an almost painful tingling in his cheeks as he tried to consider Charlie’s question. He swallowed, dreading that he was about to start spouting saliva like he did when he was on a demon’s trail…

A shiver of cold went down the back of his neck, and he swore he heard a sharp, familiar intake of breath –

“Should we just get both?” Charlie shrugged, already gesturing as though to throw both packets into the trolley. “Let’s get both.”

Shayne turned his face away from Charlie and swallowed again. There was a woman at the other side of the aisle, reading the back of a box of cookies. Further down, a couple with a toddler were pointing at chocolate bars and placing a few of them in their basket.

With a flash of panic, Shayne wondered if there was any way these people could tell that his mouth had just started watering at a sealed packet of sweets.

They’re not even looking at you, he screamed inside his head, but it felt like screaming into a void.

“Hey.” Charlie touched the side of Shayne’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“Was I too pushy about the jellies? I’m so ready for dinner at this point, so I think I’m getting a bit impatient.”

Shayne shook his head. “You weren’t pushy, Charlie. I promise.”

“Really?” Charlie’s elbows were resting on the handle of the trolley, and he was looking up at Shayne for a change. “Well, you’ve got that look in your eyes. What are you thinking about?”

Shayne swallowed. “It… probably wouldn’t make sense to you.”

Charlie smiled as he straightened himself just slightly, and started to slowly move the trolley forward with his elbows. “It might still help to say it out loud.”

“I just… I can’t believe so many people are in here, picking out food, in public.” Shayne put a hand against the side of the trolley, partially to help steer it away from the shelves, but partially because touching it while Charlie leaned into it felt a little like holding Charlie’s hand. “Like, they know everyone can see them. They know everyone knows they’re thinking about eating that food, and they just… They don’t care? That doesn’t make them so embarrassed they could just melt into the fucking floor?”

Charlie looked up with a signature expression that used to mean we need to send you to therapy, but which now meant thank fuck you’re in therapy.

“It’s… just stressing me out a little bit.”

“A little bit? You’ve been popping your jaw non-stop since we came in.”

“No, I haven’t.”

Charlie raised his eyebrows.

“No, I fucking haven’t.”

“You don’t even notice you’re doing it anymore?”

Shayne shrugged.

At the end of the aisle, Charlie planted his feet in place. Shayne felt the trolley resisting his pull, and turned around to see his boyfriend’s blonde hair sticking out over his forearms, face buried next to the handlebar.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Charlie heaved his head up a couple of inches. “I… don’t really feel good all of a sudden.”

Shayne’s heart twisted harshly. He kept the trolley steady with one hand, in case Charlie slumped forward and ended up on his face on the floor, but with the other hand, he cupped the exposed back of Charlie’s neck. He didn’t feel particularly hot, or clammy.

“What…” Stay calm, stay fucking calm. “What feels bad?”

“Everything,” Charlie groaned rather unhelpfully, and Shayne had to fight not to roll his eyes.

“Do you want to just leave everything and get out of here?” Shayne was fully prepared to abandon the trolley in the middle of the aisle if Charlie needed them to.

“Are you crazy?” came a weak protest as Charlie lifted his head. His eyes were delicately shut, as though scrunching his face up at all might upset some unseen balancing act he was performing. “Have I taught you nothing? Snacks are life.”

“Yeah, snacks are life, snack void, etc.,” Shayne agreed, sighing as he slid his hands onto the handlebar. If Charlie was well enough to complain about having no snacks, he was probably well enough to make it to the till and to the car.

___

As soon as he was in the driver’s seat, Charlie lowered his head to the top of the steering wheel. He let out a pinched, drawn-out whine.

Shayne shifted helplessly in his own seat.

Was he coming down with a migraine? Shayne’s own head was spinning slightly from coming out of the harsh overhead lights, so it was possible, if not inevitable.

“Shit,” he whispered. He reached for the back of Charlie’s head again. Considering massaging the back of his neck. Settled for running his fingers below the hairline. “Love, do you have your medicine with you? Are they – are they in your backpack?”

He was ready to get out of the car to retrieve the meds from the back seat; he could even go back into the supermarket and buy something from the freezer to put on the back of Charlie’s neck to relieve the pain –

But before he’d even gotten his seatbelt off, Charlie groaned and shook his head.

“It’s not my head, lovely. Just… I think I just need to eat.”

Shayne blinked, his brain still bogged down by the migraine-relief plan even as Charlie sat back in the driver’s seat, pressing a hand to his belly. Shit. He had mentioned not eating much that day, and Shayne had stupidly brushed it off as unimportant.

“Ugh, my tummy hurts, I –”

A long, strained belch interrupted Charlie mid-whine. His eyes widened as though he were as surprised as anybody, and although he lifted a hand to cover his mouth, he did so after the fact, as though he could grab the sound out of the air and push it back in.

“Oops,” he mumbled behind his palm.

For some reason, Shayne felt the need to look towards the dashboard instead of continuing to look at Charlie’s face. He reached across the seats and felt for the pouch of soft, puckered fabric where Charlie’s hoodie sat against his stomach. Almost immediately, he felt Charlie’s hand on top of his, pressing it into place.

Shayne cleared his throat. “You okay?”

“Mmm.” Shayne couldn’t tell if Charlie was responding yes, or just groaning out of pain. Or relief. Or something else.

“Hungry…?”

“Hungry,” Charlie agreed, dragging Shayne’s hand lightly back and forth. “It feels a little better after that burp, though.”

“I… would imagine so.” Shayne frowned as Charlie reached for his seatbelt. “Are you going to be okay to drive?”

“It’s just a few minutes.”

Shayne didn’t like it, but without knowing how to drive himself, he didn’t have any other solutions to offer. “Okay.”

They were about to pull out of the supermarket car park when Charlie’s phone, nestled in the mounted stand below the dashboard, lit up, displaying the word ‘The Mother’ and a photo of Ingrid in a paper Christmas hat.

“What did she forget?” Charlie mumbled.

Shayne glanced at Charlie’s face and started raising a hand towards the mounted phone.

“No, no, no, don’t answer it.” Charlie took one hand from the wheel to gently nudge Shayne’s back. “We’re on our way home. We’re not going back in.”

Every second that passed without one of them tapping the green icon felt like sandpaper on Shayne’s skin, but he folded his arms and looked out the passenger side window. It was both a relief and a worry when the phone’s buzzing fell into silence.

“Charlie.”

“Yeah, lovely?”

“Are you mad at your mum?”

“No, I just – I mean, yeah, maybe. A little bit.” Charlie sighed. “She… Earlier, the way she was talking to you about dinner –”

Shayne’s heart sank. This was his fault.

“I’ve tried telling her that she needs to be a bit more… tactful about these things, but it’s like she either doesn’t listen to me, or it all just goes out of her head the second you’re in front of her, and it just – it’s frustrating, you know? It doesn’t seem to be that hard for Dad…”

Shayne’s throat tightened. Trevor didn’t unintentionally trigger him because Trevor steered clear of so many topics that it felt like they’d barely spoken to each other the past few visits. Ingrid was bound to stumble into tricky territory, given how much effort she made to make Shayne feel included.

“Love, that’s… that’s my shit to deal with.” Shayne swallowed. His stomach, like every single one of his emotions, was tangled up with gratitude and self-hatred. “I don’t expect other people to make it their shit to deal with.”

Charlie opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He looked pale and miserable and utterly lost, and Shayne hated that he had contributed to that in any way, just by existing, just by being in his life, just by insisting that he love him and want to keep him close –

“I’m sorry I’m…” Stop. Shayne shook his head at himself, fighting against the voice that told him he was a burden. Dug through the sick feeling in his stomach until he found that flicker of warmth. “Thank you for worrying about me.”

“You’re welcome.” In the scarlet glow of a traffic light, Charlie turned his head and half-smiled. “I’ll ease up on Mum, if that’s what you want. I think I’m especially cranky right now because I’m hungry.”

“That’s fine,” Shayne breathed. He had done much, much worse than ignore a phone call while his mood was being infected with hunger. “I have a question.”

“Mmm?”

“Does everybody have a snack void,” Shayne asked, “or do you have to be, like, some kind of super-elite person to have one?”

“Oh,” Charlie whispered, turning his eyes back to the road as the light turned green. “Interesting…”

[queerlycarter]

ive been drinking powerade and shit for so long i forgot how badly my body tolerates plain water lmao

i had a granola bar which made me thirsty and i didnt figure lemon lime powerade would go very well with a chocolate peanut butter granola bar so i got some water

like maybe a quarter of a glass and a) it was physically difficult to drink and b) now my tummy hurts :c

ive heard a lot of people with POTS mention similar experiences (mostly when i'm in threads about electrolyte powders) so like. lmao

[dinobelly]

Since I made that post about pred swallowing a knight, I’ve been having lots of other fantasy-themed scenarios buzzing in my head.

Like…

1: Swallowing a dragonling

Pred had stumbled across a weird rock on one of their travels, but they soon realize it isn’t a rock at all, but a dragon’s egg!! These are incredibly hard to come by!! They could earn so much gold selling this off!!

…that would be if it didn’t start hatching as they were thinking this…

The dragonling squawks at them, seeing them as their mother. Pred blinks, realizing this. Well… this couldn’t be a bad thing..! How badass is it to have your very own dragon?!

So.. Pred takes care of the little hatchling… or… at least tries to…

Turns out raising a dragon youngling isn’t easy!! They hardly ever stay still, their always wanting fish to eat, and they aren’t masters of their fire breath yet, so there’s no telling where those sparks are gonna fly!

…and did they mention they eat fish? ALOT of fish??

Pred finds that their little dragon is eating more than they are. How badly do they want to eat all the delicious salmon and trout they’ve caught… but their little scaly companion desires it instead of them…

Pred’s gut rumbles… they’re starving… and this little dragon is so noisy that it’s scaring away any possible forms of meat. And fish are obviously out of the question.

They’re getting impatient…

Night falls, and their little friend is finally silent as their curled up asleep. The same unfortunately can’t be said about Pred’s belly… It’s roaring like a full-grown dragon, gnawing at their insides as it threatens to start digesting itself if they don’t eat soon…

Pred’s starting to grow ravenous, as they glance over at their dragonling…

…those gorgeous shiny scales… on that plump little body… the sheer fact that they’re already growing to the size of a wolf… makes Pred absolutely delirious in hunger…

~that’s it. They can’t take it anymore.!!

Pred growls as they grab the young dragon, startling it obviously as it squirms and squawks in their arms. Pred growls, holding the creature close, licking their lips and salivating like a rabid wolf. The time is now.. as Pred shoves the dragon’s head down their throat.

Pred lets a hearty belch loose as they rub their now bulging gut, stuffed full of pesky little dragon…

He could find another egg…

2: Swallowing multiple dwarves AND their gemstones

Pred had wandered into a mining camp of several dwarves. They were doing that they did best, and that was digging for all the precious gems and stones that were sought after throughout the whole land.

The miners were very welcoming to Pred, letting them watch, and even help..! They appreciate the help of a taller one!

…and when one overheard Pred’s tummy rumble, they offered them a meal.

Now the meal itself was absolutely delicious..! Many kinds of cooked meats, including mutton, and ale to wash it down. But, even after that delicious food, Pred still has a gnawing hunger deep inside…

…they require more…

Back to work, as the dwarves continue digging, Pred watching them, waiting for a chance… they’ve always wanted to know the taste of dwarf…

Finally, they notice a single one moving away from all the other’s. Pred follows them, slipping around the corner, before snatching them up, and easily sending them down their gullet.

Their tummy pokes out slightly, wriggling as their little prey kicks and squirms. Ohh dwarves taste DELICIOUS..!!!

…they MUST have more..!!

So… sneakily, Pred continues to pick off stragglers throughout the mineshaft… one, by one, by one…

Pred’s belly is looking more like they are pregnant once they’re done… wriggling and bulging as their ‘babies’ kick and squirm…

Just as Pred is waddling out of there, their eyes catch sight of something… a minecart filled to the brim with colorful gemstones..!

Pred’s belly gurgles… They’ve heard from sources that gemstones can feel absolutely amazing in a belly. One more little snack shouldn’t hurt before they go..!

So Pred proceeds to swallow handful after handful of shiny colorful gems… as their bulbous tummy grows more and more so…

Maybe eating the whole cartful was a bit of a mistake…

Pred is immobilized, as all the gemstones and dwarves had made their stuffed stomach far too heavy to carry…

They’re stuck here until everything they’ve devoured digests…

3. Ale for days

Pred got caught up in a festival at a village, and was honestly having the time of their life! Good food, getting to meet the locals (to devour later), and of course~ Ale. LOTS of ale.

Pred has chugged so many mugs of the drink in the short time they’ve been here, and they will admit, they’re starting to feel a bit sloshed…

…speaking of slosh~ their belly has been doing just that. Every movement has stirred up their bellyful of liquid, even sometimes making them belch gasily, to which locals would compliment them for the show.

…more mugs…

…and more…

…and more…

Pred looks due for a child with this big of an ale belly..!! They’ve had sooo much to drink, they feel like they could burst any moment…

Some gassy burps make Pred worried…

“…oh my dearest stranger, you can sure handle your ale..!” a local compliments them, to which they mumble a little, drunk.

After the festival, Pred slips away into amore secluded area, where they can rest peacefully…

They feel so sick to their stomach as they waddle to a wall before sliding down.

Their completely wasted.. they sloppily rub their stomach as it bubbles and churns…

They drank far too much..

[kiankiwi]

Push (A Baby Steps AU piece)

So, I came up with this story based on one of the prompts sent in for this AU. Angst with fluff at the end. Warning: mentions of abuse, heavy mentions of bodily functions as this deals with constipation. Don’t like don’t read and all that. Thank you!

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Elvis was not having a good day.

It had been almost a week since he was dropped off at the foster center. He’d been fine earlier, but after lunch, he’d been cranky and whiny all day; now Wanda was having trouble getting him to wind down for the night and go to sleep, which he normally had no trouble doing. Now, though, he kept whining and squirming around when Wanda tried to change him into his nighttime diaper and put his pajamas on, especially when she tried to turn him over onto his tummy in any way.

But that made no sense; he rarely caused any trouble or mischief for the workers or other littles (if Wanda was being honest, she actually wished he’d act up once in a while, so he could see it was safe for him to let out his big emotions).

Then it dawned on Wanda; Elvis hadn’t had very many poopy diapers since he first came to the center. In fact, he seemed reluctant to use his diapers at all, and even though he did wet them regularly, he got very upset afterwards and demanded to be changed right away once he’d found wherever Wanda was.

Sighing, she asked “Sweetie, what’s going on? Auntie Wanda knows this isn’t like you, but she can’t help you if you don’t tell her what’s wrong.”

Elvis sniffled, sucking on his thumb; he was still very reluctant to tell anyone else his needs, even his beloved Auntie Wanda; his former caregiver (the Colonel) hadn’t reacted well to him doing that in the past. But…he could trust Auntie Wanda, couldn’t he? 

After a few minutes, he spoke up. “Tummy…Tummy owie, Annie Wawa.”

There it was. Wanda had a feeling about what the problem was (being an experienced caregiver), and unfortunately, given Elvis’s previous situation, it didn’t surprise her. Leaning over, she began to rub his belly a little and realized it felt quite hard under her touch; normally, littles’ tummies were supposed to feel squishy and soft.

There was no doubt about it now. Elvis was badly constipated.

Wanda sighed. “Sweet cheeks, have you been holding in your poops?”

Elvis just looked away and didn’t respond. Wanda sat him down on the floor once he was dressed and handed him Mr. Bunny.

“Okay baby. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Auntie Wanda’s gonna give you a little bit of medicine to help your tummy stop hurting in the night and help you push all that yucky hard stuff out of your belly. You wait right here; I’ll be right back, okay?”

Elvis whimpered, but accepted Mr. Bunny as he took him from her; he didn’t like being left alone for too long. Knowing this, Wanda hurried to get the medicine and came back within minutes. Carefully, she poured out a little of the cherry-flavored liquid medicine onto a spoon and offered it to her baby. 

“Come on, sweet cheeks; open up for Auntie Wanda.”

Elvis did not like the look of the medicine, but he’d had too many past beatings by the Colonel to even think about disobeying, so he obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine, making an adorable-looking disgusted face afterwards; Wanda had to hold in her giggles at the sweet sight.

“Sorry sweet cheeks; Auntie Wanda knows the medicine doesn’t taste very good, but it’ll help your tummy feel so much better in the morning. Now, let’s get my little angel all snuggled up in bed, huh?”

Smiling, Elvis nodded and crawled up to her to start their bedtime routine; he was getting tired anyway.

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The next morning, as all the littles were sat in their highchairs eating breakfast, one of the workers came up to Wanda, looking worried. She explained that Elvis had drank his bottle normally, but when she’d went to get solid food for him, he started whining and clutching at his belly. Wanda instantly knew what that meant; the medicine was working.

Immediately, she went over to Elvis’s highchair and unclasped the tray, picking him up and gently reassuring him as she took him back into his nursery. She’d purposely only left him in his nighttime diaper (even though it was wet) since she expected this to happen and the thicker diapers could handle a bigger mess. She sat down in one of the large overstuffed chairs as she held Elvis in her lap.

“Is your tummy hurting, baby? Do you feel like you need to go poopie?”

Elvis nodded, but he still seemed to be struggling to hold it even as his face was turning red and he was passing gas; it was almost as if he was genuinely scared of letting go into his diaper, even though that was exactly what it was meant to be used for.

“Shh, it’s okay sweetie. It’s okay to go. Let it happen. It’s toxic and it’ll hurt you if it stays inside, and we don’t want that. Come on baby, push it out for Auntie Wanda.” She kept saying similar things to him as she continued to rub his back.

After a few minutes of this, it all became too much for Elvis; too much pain, too much embarrassment, too much effort to hold back, and then he unclenched his muscles and it all started to come out in his diaper, hot and sticky and wet, right on the chair with Auntie Wanda.

The words of the Colonel replayed in his mind as he pushed and continued to poop in his diaper, remembering the times when the Colonel would spray him with a hose full of cold water in the bathtub to wash his pee and poop off him whenever he had accidents. He’d cried and pleaded for him to stop, but of course, that never worked.

“Ugh! You dirty little beast! You stupid, disgusting little creature! Who could ever love someone as disgusting as you; you’re a grown man who still shits and pisses himself like a little baby! Well, does da wittle baby want another wittle spanking? Because he’s about to get one if he keeps this up!”

Elvis sobbed and wailed loudly into the crook of Wanda’s neck as he continued to push out his poop (emptying his bladder in the process), repeating several things over and over. “I sowwy, Annie Wawa! Elvie sowwy! Elvie bad boy! Pwease, it huwts! Pwease no punish yittle Elvie! Elvie be good boy! I be good! Elvie sowwy!”

He was expecting Auntie Wanda to push him off her lap, to shout at him, even to spank him for being so dirty and disgusting, even though she’d never done any of those things.

But she did nothing of the sort. Shockingly (to him), she embraced him and pulled him closer, one hand stroking his neck while the other stroked up and down his back, humming gently in his ear all the while.

Wanda was just glad his face was buried in her neck; at least he couldn’t see the tears she was crying right now. Hearing his frantic apologies and promises to behave broke her heart into tiny pieces. 

“What the hell did that monster do to you, baby?” She mumbled softly. Right now she wanted nothing more than to find this “Colonel” and strangle him to death with her bare hands; she’d definitely enjoy eliminating scum like him from the face of the earth. But for now, she’d settle for comforting her baby.

“My poor baby. I know, I know it hurts. But you’re being such a good boy right now to get it all out. Just finish your poopie, and Auntie Wanda will change you when you’re all done.”

Finally, after a few more minutes, it seemed to stop. Elvis had filled his diaper, and his tummy no longer hurt or felt full. Right now he just wanted to collapse into Auntie Wanda’s arms and sleep for a week straight. But he knew he needed to be cleaned up first.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure he was really done, Wanda stroked Elvis’s hair and lifted his head to have him look at her as she wiped away his tears.

“Are you feeling better now, sweet cheeks? Can Auntie Wanda change you now?” She asked as softly as she could.

Elvis nodded, mumbling “Uh-huh” before averting his gaze again. 

“All right. Come on, sweet cheeks.” She cooed softly as she picked him up and brought him to the changing table. She was probably going to need a lot of wipes to clean his mess up, but she didn’t mind. She’d dealt with dirty diapers more times than she could count; nothing about these kinds of messes bothered her anymore.

Soothingly, she rubbed Elvis’s now-squishy belly and murmured soft words to him, telling him how proud she was that he “made a big stinky present for Auntie Wanda” as she opened his poopy diaper and started to wipe up his big mess.

Elvis was still struggling to comprehend what was going on. He still couldn’t believe that this had really happened, that he had had a big accident in his diapeys. And Auntie Wanda had held him through it all. Had stroked his back and had whispered comforting words into his ear, without ever complaining about the stench or anything else. Apparently, not even a poopy diaper was enough to scare her away or make her feel disgusted by him. Was this what was supposed to happen when he had an accident?

He looked up at her with tear-filled eyes as she finished wiping him clean, tossed out his dirty diaper and wipes, and began to powder his behind. 

“Annie Wawa no angy?” He asked softly, wanting to make sure Wanda wasn’t mad at him for what he did.

Wanda gave him a surprised look as she taped him into a fresh diaper, before she moved to pick him up, talking to him softly.

“No, baby, no. Auntie Wanda’s not angry with you at all. But she doesn’t want you holding in your potty anymore; that’s what made your tummy hurt, and we don’t want that. 

Auntie Wanda never minds changing your diapers whenever you need it. It’s completely okay to use your diapeys, sweetie. You’re just a little one; you can’t always control yourself. That’s why Auntie Wanda puts you in diapers in the first place.”

She kissed his forehead. “And you listen here.” She told him as she lifted Elvis’s chin up so he was looking at her. “Auntie Wanda loves you very very much, no matter what you do or what messes you leave for her to clean up. You’re my baby. And I love you. You hear me?”

Sniffling, Elvis gave a tiny smile and nodded, before burying his face into the crook of Wanda’s neck again.

Wanda just laughed; inwardly, she knew it’d be an uphill battle for him to stop holding it altogether, but it’d happen eventually. She just needed to give him as much love as possible.

“Come on, sweet cheeks. Let’s go read you a story and then put you down for a nap, huh? Which one you want today?”

Elvis shyly looked up at her, before mumbling “cat in hat” around his thumb as he slipped it into his mouth.

“Okay, baby boy. Cat in the Hat it is.” Wanda smiled before she grabbed the book, sat down in the rocking chair, and waited for her baby to get himself comfortable in her lap as she began to read the familiar story aloud.

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This story was submitted to me by @arianatheangel-girl and oh my god it’s so good, this is my favorite of the ones submitted. I’m so freaking happy you guys write your own baby steps au fics and send them to me! <3

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(This was a request from @leviathanverse . It was from a prompt that I suggested a few days ago and I hope that y’all enjoy it!)

The Friendly Beast

(Gyutaro version)

Warning: abuse, blood, suicidal thoughts, and comfort vore

The fight with the jaguar demon took a lot out of Gyutaro. For the longest time, the halving of his blood demon art didn’t bother him. He never had to use it until then. The fight was brutal and the demon was incredibly powerful, but with Tanjiro’s help, they were able to defeat him.

Still, Gyutaro needed to rest. His bones and back were hurt badly by the many undead jaguars that were controlled by the demon. He chose a comfortable spot near a tree to rest. Luckily, it wasn’t too cold, so resting in the forest wasn’t too bad.

He had been sleeping for about a half hour when he heard something rustling in the bushes. Gyutaro grumbled as he got up. He hated people disturbing his sleep. “Who’s there?” He growled as he approached the sound. Gyutaro moved the bushes aside so he could see who’s there. His jaw imminently dropped once he saw what was behind there.

You were sitting on your knees, crawling. You were filthy and you looked like you hadn’t eaten in a while. Your face was covered in bruises and you looked like you had given up. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” Gyutaro pulled you close and wiped off the blood on your face.

“Please..kill me.” You muttered softly. Gyutaro was shocked by your request. “What?! Why?!” He was very concerned about your situation, but he seemed a tad bit angry at your request. “My family..they’re just going to hurt me..no one will help me.”

Any anger that Gyutaro had melted from his heart. He finally understood your situation. The realization of your abusive situation made his heart break. “I’m so sorry, little one.” He held you closer to his chest.

“Please..eat me. I’d rather be dead than have them find me.” You winced through the pain. Gyutaro scratched his neck, thinking of a way to help you. Then an idea hit him.

“Here..” He said as he picked you up. Gyutaro then put you inside his maw, being careful not to scratch your body against his teeth. You thought that he was going to crush your body, but instead he started to swallow you whole.

His throat was a warm and soft tunnel that gently pulled you down into his tummy. It was incredibly soothing and you were surprised that a demon would be this gentle with you. Gyutaro’s belly was also really comfortable. It felt like you were wrapped up in a weighted blanket.

Once he was done swallowing, Gyutaro sat down next to a tree. He gently rubbed his belly. He was definitely enjoying the fullness he felt. “Why didn’t you kill me?” You asked nervously. This demon was definitely confusing.

“I don’t eat hummus anymore. Besides, Tanjiro would kick my ass if I did.” Gyutaro said softly. “Then why would you swallow me?” You were curious about the demon’s motives. “Well I figured that it would be more comfortable.”

He was right. His tummy was incredibly soothing and it was able to put you at ease. Yet, you were still worried about your family. They would come back for you eventually. Gyutaro knew that you would worry about them and so he tried to help you.

“I know exactly how you feel, kid. I was abused by my family before they died.” You were shocked to hear this from the demon. “You were?” You gasped. “Yeah I was. People were cruel to me and my sister because of our family. I suffered so much that I became envious of anyone who had even a slightly better life.”

You understood this completely. You also felt cheated whenever anyone else had a better life. Gyutaro continued, “That was until Tanjiro became the demon king. He showed us what life was supposed to be. He showed me and my sister what love truly was.”

“He seems like a wonderful person.” You said in a dreamy tone. You wanted to know someone who was truly that kind. “Oh he is! He takes care of all of us!” Gyutaro thought for a moment. “You know what? I know that he’ll take care of you. We’ll all take care of you!”

“Really?” You seemed to be excited now. All you wanted was a family that would love you. “Yeah!” Gyutaro chuckled, he wanted to do the very thing that no one would ever do when he was human. “What about my family?” You asked in a worried tone.

“Don’t worry about them, little one. We’ll protect you. I promise.” He held his belly close to him. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” You started to cry out of happiness. You never knew anyone that would be kind enough to help you.

“You’re welcome.” Gyutaro felt a sense of warmth wash over him. “You need to rest though. You’re badly beaten and you’re probably tired.” Once again, Gyutaro was right. You gently snuggled into the soft walls of his belly.

Gyutaro then curled up around his belly and held it close. “I’ll protect you.” He muttered. He never wanted anyone else to go through the same pain that he did. Gyutaro then fell asleep, holding his belly close.

When you woke up, you were resting on Gyutaro’s chest. You felt a sense of relief and compassion come over you. You were so happy that you had finally found a family after all your pain. Then, you gently cuddled the sleeping demon.