#A lil big of excess tummy

[ferret-milk]

TAKANAGA HINAKO!!!! GIVE ME CHUBBY SOUCHI AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

[missamyrisa2]

are there any kinds of questions you will not be answering by default?

I'll need you to go ahead and scoot onto my lap for this ~ no particular reason, I just want to tickle you while I talk about teases~ mhmmm come to the grand tickle inquisitor ~ you wandered into my silky purpley menagerie and how will you ever learn the rules of my realm if you don't let me tease your wiggly body while I pontificate the tiggles~? Yesss those are my nails on your waist mmhmmm~ how does that feel? Does it tiiickle?

I'm usually upfront if I get an ask that I won't answer. The only types of content that come to mind are truly sadistic tickles, anything with minors or ageplay, chastity devices, and anything excessively cruel. I like to do things cute~<3

Which is why you're right here and I can glide my nails up your ribs and slip one hand under your shirt to find that cute navel ~ ooh big toughie trying to resist but let's see how you fight me off when I have your underarm tickled ~ you keep struggling and I'll pin you to me and snuggle tickle nuzzle you until you're a perfect pile of helpless giggle-gasps~!

Other than that~~I won't reject them outright but an ask too big or too little I'll probably not be able to do anything with. That would be like sending me an ask for like a novel-sized tease with a dungeon of characters or a complex plot ~ or on the other extreme asking me tickles plz and nothing else. Sometimes those will inspire me but most times not.

Your giggles inspire me thoughhh~ you love being on the tickle inquisitor's lap ~ don't lieeee now ~ I know you like thisss ~ you want to tell me all about your tickle ideas don't youuu? You've seen how I melt other ticklish cuties and you just want those lovely sensations now too ~ silly tickle bug, my adorable tickle glutton ~ I'm gonna overload you soooo much just as soon as you start confessing ~ come on now, tell me a gooood tickle thought you've had, a lil tale of your desires ~ I promiseee I'll twirl this makeup brush down your tummy and give you plenty of neck kissies while you spill out your feathery thoughtsss~

I know it rubs some people the wrong way but I don't work in any set order. I usually open the box and look for something that grabs my imagination the right way and then write in a single push until I run out of thoughts. But it's because I don't want to just churn out teases to do them. I want to give my full attention and craft something hopefully tingle-worthy ~<3

And you certainly have my attention now darling ~ let's hear alll those tickle thoughts while I scribble my nails up your feet ~ and put these feathers between each toe~ why yes, you are restrained on my confession table now~ securely strapped so I can scrubby up your soles while you tell me the rest of the story which I'm absolutely going to use to tease you to bitssss~<33

[introloves]

andjkfndmmfnf alpha bokuto in a rut n omega reader walks into his room wonderin what’s goin on,,, yea thats the tweet 🥰🥰

lmao probably too early to b writing abo but here we go, this is rly dirty i’m so sorry hdjdhs

— a/b/o + alpha! bokuto + ruts + omega! reader + water sports kinda? mentions of excessive arousal + big dick bokuto + size kink + lotsa cum, like a lot

you don’t realize the unmistakable haze of an alpha in rut until you’re standing outside bokutos door.

your eyes have glistened over, pupils dilated, breathing just a touch bit heavier.

‘what am i doing?’ you ask yourself through the muddy mess that is your mind.

‘what’s that smell?’ you inquire, while reaching for his doorknob and twisting.

‘it smells so good.’

the door creaks open, and you’re hit straight in the chest with an aroma that sparks a deep throbbing want right between your legs. it catches you off guard, almost throwing you sideways.

“y/n? what the fuck are you doing here?” bokuto’s voice is feverish, lowly growls cutting every syllable in a harsh display of restraint.

it’s so very dangerous for a lil omega like you to be so close in his space while he’s in rut.

you blink twice, finally fighting the allure and pull you stupidly submitted to.

“kou! i’m so sorry!” you whine, watching him get up off his bed, thighs glistening with sweat, bulging under his shorts, you can see each clench of muscle in his torso as he makes his way to you. your eyes can’t leave the imprint of his cock, length of it bobbing with each step, right between those thighs of his.

you’re fucked, this little slip up is something akin to a fatal mistake, you’ve surely sealed your fate with this.

because once an alpha makes contact with an omega during a time like this, especially one as mouth wateringly tiny and supple as you, the need to claim and mate and pump them full of cum pushes any other logical judgment down.

you’re scared, ashamed at the steady stream of slick already flowing down your legs when he stands before you, you already know he’s a big man, but with the submissive pang in your tummy, making you weakly shy away, he looks like he’s doubled in size.

“it’s okay.” he breathes, licking his lips, hands reaching out to touch your face.

“it’s okay. not your fault.” bokuto growls, bending down to swipe his nose at your neck, the sound of your wetness dripping on to the floor makes his eyes widen, the last string of sanity snapping.

his last coherent words to you are a rushed:

“i’m sorry.”

before he picks you up, hands hauling you onto his hips, smearing all that slick down his sides.

it makes it hard to keep a good grip on him, he can feel your hands tighten around his shoulders, but he’s got you. bokuto would never let his little mate fall, he was born to protect and please you, made to hold your weight up, made to keep you safe.

it’s all crazy, you’re not mated, unclaimed, and he’s thinking about you like you’re already his. you’re just his roommate, someone that he has been harboring a crush on for so long. it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the both of you are so good about keeping distance during ruts and heats, this small little slip up so detrimental to the relationship the two of you will have.

but it’s not like either you or him are complaining, youre melting in his embrace, letting him set you on the bed, letting him take your pants off, letting him hook his fingers into the waist band of his shorts.

you want him so bad you can’t think of anything else, nothing other than the way his big cock is presented so nicely to you, the sheer length of him bending under his own weight.

he can see you flutter around nothing at the sight of him, it has him absolutely keening at the way your cunt already gushes out streams of clear slick in preparation for him. he knows you’re made for him, knows your cunt is already dilating to take him better.

he can’t wait, slides in with a fever simmering in his balls.

koutarou all but howls while fucking you, a crazed fucked out gasp leaves him when he cums already, not even three pumps in, but it’s not enough to satiate the thrum of arousal. his head drops down to your neck, whining at the way it burns to still be this hard and unsatisfied.

he fucks the cum he just dumped inside you out, pooling it with your own slick right at the junction of where your ass meets the bed.

“fffuck, koutarou, fuck!” you squirm, gripping his neck, biting down on his shoulder to keep your screaming down just a little.

it takes him cuming another two times, all but bathing you in it, before he realizes that it’s your own orgasm that’ll get him where he wants.

so he folds your legs up, pressing you into the bed, keeping both legs still in one hand while the other paws your clit furiously, drunk on giving everything he has to make you cream around him.

it works, you’re all but kicking him, legs twitching as you cum around the sloppy pistoning of his big cock.

“oh, oh, ‘m cumming.” you scream, shutting your eyes when you feel him spurt hotly inside.

it’s enough, finally he feels his dick soften, finally he can rest.

bokuto plops down, almost crushing you with his weight. round muscles pin you down on the bed, you can’t move and you’re sure if your body wasn’t made for the rough fucking of an alpha you’d probably be dead.

it takes him another second to unfold you, gently unsheathing himself from the mess that’s your sloppy, wet, sticky cunt.

you’d talk all about the dynamics of your newly blossomed relationship when he wakes up, you think, joining him in how fast he’s knocked out.

[trashytummiez]

Double Tummy Trouble

@squidbiscuit inspired another cute fic idea of both bois having tummy troubles after eating too much spicy food.  I can’t resist sick burpy bois. :3

Raihan heaved to himself in a sickly fashion.  His breathing was shaky and uneven.  It felt like he was sinking in his own heavy stomach.  He was used to eating too much but it usually wasn’t that excessively spicy.

And eating so much of the extra spicy meats was doing a number on his aching tummy.

Raihan whined.  

He was groggily slumped over the side of the bed with one arm wrapped around his stomach.  It was sticking out a little beneath his hoodie and churned noisily.  He lurched a little and puffed out his cheeks, blowing to the side and huffing in a sickly fashion.

Piers entered the bedroom holding his own bulging belly and erupted with a long burp.

HuuuuuuurrrrrrooooooooohrrrAAAAAAAAAAAHP!!!!

Piers huffed heavily with his tongue sticking out in a carelessly lewd fashion.

“Ungh, fuck,” Piers groaned patting his belly hard until he sat himself down on the bed besides Raihan.  He was looking pretty green himself as he huffed again and massaged his aching tummy hard.  “What were ye sayin’?”

Raihan tried to speak but felt a bubble rushing up his throat.  He muffled in a heavy burp by keeping his fist pressed his mouth.  Then he turned his head to blow aside and huff in a sickly manner.  “Ungh, I think something came up with that one...”

He felt another rush of warmth rising up his throat but couldn’t tell if it was a burp or his lunch so he held it in and let it rumble in his mouth so he could blow aside again.  Doing so left him with this sour look on his face.

In contrast Piers thumped his chest and expelled a burp so strong that Raihan could feel their mattress rattle in its wake.  He sighed heavily and leaned back to rub his noisy belly while it churned heavily in his grasp.

Raihan groaned uncomfortably and buried his head into their bed so he could whine pitifully.

“Whyyyyyyy did we do that stupid mukbang with extra spicy meat...?”

Piers’ stomach bubbled noisily.  He cringed and reeled forward with his arms wrapped around his middle.  At first he held a finger up to Raihan while holding another against his mouth.  Then he blew his hand back with a loud guttural belch.  Piers gasped after and thumped his chest to release another throaty burp right after without much pause to catch his breath.

“Haaaahhh...” Piers moaned and lifted his thin shirt up to expose the pale bulging tummy beneath.  Then he rubbed his aching belly firmly with his hand while patting his chest with his palm.  “We did that stupid bollocks ‘cuz ye wanted t’sho-oORrhp!  Ungh, ye wanted t’show off to yer fans, mate.  Same reason we-urp-always do stupid shit...urp...”

Even after some of the bubbles worked their way up his throat Piers could feel another big one coming.  He slumped forward and held his belly with both hands and released a burp so hard and throaty that Piers was left panting when it ended and rubbing his throat with a sour look on his face.

Raihan didn’t bother climbing up on bed.  He just lazily reached up from his slouched position between the floor and the bed and placed his hand against Piers’ tummy, kneading into it as he ran his hand up and down.

Piers huffed and slumped back to make his tummy stick out a little more then rested his hands against the mattress for support.

“G-Gotta give the people what they want...r-right...?” Raihan weakly asked while firmly massaging Piers’ taut bulging stomach.

Piers took a breath and released a huge burp in response.

BWAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRROOOOOOOOORRHP!!!!!!

It was so big that Raihan could feel Piers’ stomach shake a little in its expulsion.  He sighed deeply after and nearly flopped backwards on the mattress with utter relief but only didn’t because Raihan was still massaging his bulging tummy.

“Fffffuckin’‘ell I needed that...” Piers sighed.

Raihan couldn’t help but blush even in his sickly state and groggily looked up at Piers.

“You’re not usually this burpy when we get all grumbly...”

“Better t’be burpy then pukey...” Piers mumbled then grinned.  “Sides, ye know ya like it, ye mental nutter...”  He puffed to the side and gave his belly a few relieved pats even with Raihan still kneading and rubbing into it.

Then Raihan’s own stomach churned and bubbled loudly.

Raihan winced and doubled over in pain.  

“OooooOoOOoooohhhhh my stomach...” Raihan whimpered and clenched his eyes shut like he was about to tear up.

Piers looked down at his sickly boyfriend.  In spite of how dodgy his stomach was being the rockstar slid down so he was sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed with Raihan.

“C’mere mate.”

Piers carefully laid Raihan down so his head and shoulders were resting against Piers’ lap.  Then Piers pulled Raihan’s hoodie up and started to rub Raihan’s noisy, aching tummy in firm circles.  

Raihan whimpered but groaned a little with a breathy sigh.  He badly needed Piers’ magic touch right now.  So Piers’ fingers dug into Raihan’s tummy and kneaded into it while it burbled heavily even kneading into Raihan’s belly button which caused the young dragon trainer to moan a little more audibly.

“Yer gut sounds extra bubbly mate.  Ye gotta get it out.”

Raihan groaned again 

“Mrph too full,” Raihan complained.  “If I burp I might puke...”

“Ye.  And?”

“And I don’t wanna puke...” Raihan replied sharp as he could in his sickly state.  But then his stomach gurgled really noisily and wetly.  He held a hand up over his mouth looking like he was on the verge of throwing up with how much greener his face was getting.

Piers shook his head.

“Relax mate.  Here.”

Piers leaned down so both of his hands could be wrapped around Raihan’s belly.  He grabbed at the center and used his fingers to press down into that burgeoning bubbling tummy.

Raihan winced and brought a fist to his mouth but Piers pushed his hand aside.

“Just let it out, mate,” Piers insisted just as he pushed down a little more.

Raihan whimpered but when the bubbling rose up his throat he couldn’t hold it back even if he wanted to.

BAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRAAAAAHHHEEEEIIIIILHP!!!!!!!

To Raihan’s shock he himself unleashed a rip-rolling burp that exploded out of his mouth for seven straight seconds.  Piers could feel Raihan’s tummy quiver in his hands as he squeezed the turbulent gas out.

Raihan’s head rolled back into Piers lap while he huffed and panted desperately.

“Hhhhhhaaaaaaahhhh...oh man...” Raihan moaned in a daze and wipe some drool from his chin.  “That’s...so much...AAAAAAAHHHWOOOOOORRRP!!!!”

His thoughts were interrupted when Piers applied some more pressure to Raihan’s belly when he rubbed into it and worked another big wet burp out from his boyfriend.  

Piers thumped the side of Raihan’s tummy a few times which made it noisily slosh until a wet burp rolled out of Raihan’s mouth.  Then he pressed down on Raihan’s lower tummy.  Another deep burp rumbled up followed by a lower and softer one soon after that.

“There ya go.  Get it all out,” Piers said and palmed his chest, letting off a burp of his own since his own tummy was still feeling dodgy.

Raihan panted after an especially heavy burp.  Piers felt up Raihan’s engorged stomach to feel for more tension.  When he couldn’t feel any more he grinned in a satisfied manner.  That intense churning had been replaced with a more idle burble.

“Better?” Piers asked.

Raihan hummed with his eyes closed and huffed again.  “...Could you rub my belly a lil bit longer...?  Please...?”

Piers smiled and resumed stroking Raihan’s burgeoning stomach softly up and down in a far more gentle manner.  At points it was a little more sensual when Piers traced his single finger up and down Raihan’s tummy and got him groaning in a more satisfied manner.

He leaned down to plant a kiss on Raihan’s forehead but their bellies churned at the exact same time.

In perfect unison both Piers and Raihan turned their heads to let out these huge rumbling burps.  Piers’ lasted a few seconds longer than Raihan’s.

When it ended Piers slumped back and palmed his belly.

“...Ungh, we ain’t ever doin’ that stupid spicy challenge shit again...” Piers mumbled.

“...BWAAAAAUUUUURRRRUUUUHP!!!!  Unnngh...agreed, mate...agreed...” Raihan muttered after another throaty burp.  But in spite of that he managed a slight grin when he looked up at Piers.  “At least we beat it, right?”

“Considerin’ we both feel like absolute shite, I’mma call it a draw...” Piers complained.

Raihan hiccuped but still managed a small smile.  “Well I feel a little less crappy in your hands, mate.”

Piers rolled his eyes.  “Sappy sod...”

And yet he still leaned down to gently kiss that ‘sappy sod’ so clearly he didn’t mind Raihan’s sappiness too much.

No matter how bad their bellies hurt in that moment, being with one another always dulled the pain just a little bit.

That and they both had pretty extensive experience rubbing an aching tummy after one or the other overdid it.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

But imagine preggo Steve running out of his clothes to wear because his shirts were always too tight and now he doubled size so he casually pulls on Buckys button ups without buying any preggo specific clothing. He anyway wears Buckys cloths but this isn't even his instincts acting up like that. He just causally claims Buckys shirts and fills them up so well.

Okay, before I get to anything else: WHY THE FUCK DID I NOT THINK ABOUT THIS BEFORE? Yes. Yes. Yes!

I love this idea!

I am in love with this idea.

You didn't specify what Steve this is so as much as I want to run with this being a shrinkyclinks idea I'll go for our "cannon" Steve, plus, it makes the most sense for your wording. Big and post-serum. You also didn't say a specific Bucky so I'm gonna go with an also equally post-serum and "cannon" Bucky that looks like the Bucky we see in CA:TWS. Big and beefy with a lil' chub on top. Strong and soft. I'll set it up that way so Steve has a hope of fitting into his clothes lmao. Though, we all know any Steve would fill out Bucky's clothes so well. Steve likes to wear his shirts skin tight because he hates the way draping fabric feels on him because of how sensitive the serum made his skin, he also hates not being prepared to fight when he's needed and excess fabric is a danger in the field ("no capes!").

So, the second he starts showing none and I mean none of them fit him. And he starts showing early because his waist is tiny from hip to hip and from belly button to spine. It takes next to nothing to get his tummy to bulge (including the not next to nothing size of Bucky's cock deep inside his cunt, moving in heavy thrusts that rearrange his insides). His tiny, thin waist is Bucky's favorite thing. Especially when his little waist and little hips start getting bigger and bigger and bigger.

Steve steals his mate’s clothes all of the time. Bucky is pretty sure its an instinctive thing and a wanting-to-feel-small-enough-that-he-can-fit-into-his-clothes-again thing. Plus, Steve likes the way he smells more than anything and his shirts (and underwear) make for great nesting material. So, yeah, Bucky is used to things disappearing from his closet. He doesn't even notice when a few of his shirts go missing. But when he does. He knows its not Steve’s instincts calling the shots, it's actually logical for him to steal his shirts.

The first time Steve wears one of his stolen button ups there hasn't been enough time for Bucky to notice its absence. The first time he wears his alpha’s button up it's with his own t-shirt underneath. The buttons not fastened, braving the tight, uncomfortable fit of his shirt and balancing it with the very comforting smell of his mate’s open shirt. He's determined that he's going to wear his everyday clothes for as long as possible. Bucky first sees him in his outfit when he gets home from working out. Sweaty and smelling like a fucking feast. And if just the smell of him isn't enough to make Steve go softer than melted ice cream then the awe in his voice as he pins him to the wall is. "Ooomega," he croons, just this side of growling, "lookit you, all prettied up," he groans like he's not just wearing his own, everyday, normal jeans, (which are certainly not unzipped and unbuttoned, no...) plus his own worn out, stretched to its limits shirt, and Bucky's shirt. Steve knows he only cares about his shirt on him and his belly but he doesn't mind. Not as his handsy, sweaty, possessive alpha keeps him against the wall. Both hands on his hips as he leans in. Breathing in big lungfuls of his heady scent, growling heartily at the sweet milk and honey addition to his natural smell- gifted to him with his pregnancy, his fertility. It makes Bucky's mouth water. Just smelling him. Soon his hands are impatient and pushing up his shirt greedily, searching for more skin. His shirt stays just above the small but steadily growing curve of his belly. Steve moans, feeling him press open mouthed, sloppy, hot kisses against the bottom of his belly. His skin is already so sensitive from the stretch of their growing pup and additionally needed blood. His head rolls back, hitting the wall and making him gasp. His hips twitch forward into Bucky's mouth, "please, alpha," he whimpers, hear curling easily in his chest and swollen belly. He doesn't know what he's begging for. Even as he curls his hands into Bucky’s hair, encouraging him to keep worshipping his belly.

The second time Bucky becomes infatuated with the sight of him in his shirt beyond the usual possessive touches and words, caused by pregnancy in general, it's when he starts just wearing Bucky's button ups. His own shirts no where to be seen. He discovered that morning that overnight his belly had swelled too big for him to even get his shirt halfway down his stomach, besides, even if his belly did fit, he wouldn't wear them. His own shirts press too tight against his much more sensitive, bigger chest now too. Making him pout and whine and constantly be wet and aching with the too-much, too-sensitive feeling. Seeing Bucky’s face twist into something of a religious experience when he sees his swollen tits and belly in his regular shirts are not worth those consequences. He comes into the kitchen wearing just Bucky's shirt, freshly showered. In nothing but his own boxers (don't get him started on his much even his sweatpants hurt to wear) and Bucky's shirt. His alpha’s scent flares the moment he lays those eyes on him... Bucky is nice enough to move them to the couch before fucking him. Pressing his thick erection into his ass the whole time he ushers him into the other room because as inviting at being fucked over the counter sounds, the reality isn't as good of an idea. His alpha gets him onto all fours before literally ripping his boxers off of him but sweet talking him into keeping the shirt on. Steve whines, wanting to feel how bad his alpha needs him by feeling fabric being torn from him. He knows its about the possessive brand of him being in nothing but his clothes so he can't really fight his illogical instincts, but it surprisingly also helps with making it more comfortable for him. Being plowed with his alpha’s button up on means his painfully full tits don't get jostled as much (and, shut up, it does not startle even louder moans out of him when Bucky thrusts into him without the shirt) and the support feels good for his belly. Needless to say, Steve whines, moans, and whimpers his way to an early morning orgasm with Bucky’s heavy cock in his already full cunt, stretching him on his knot. Arching his back because his belly is fucling heavy and because it gets his alpha deeper. Begging Bucky to give his left out little dick some attention. Only receiving more possessive grips on his widened sides as he kills two birds with one stone. Remarking his shirt with his scent and marking Steve with his scent at once. Growling and grabbing and nearly tearing the shirt a couple of times.

The third time Bucky's shirt causes a wild happening it's because Steve walks up to Bucky, sheepish, "alpha," he murmurs, standing just in front of him. Not even looking up at him, instead staring at his belly. He's looking at it like he's just suddenly realized that it exists, that it's there, like it's possible that he's just realized how large and heavy and round he is. He has his hands cradled over the swollen globe of it, settled along the apex of it. Bucky wants to fall to his knees and touch and lick and kiss every little bit of his belly. "Hmm? What's wrong, pretty?" He asks, interest piqued. Steve sputters for a few moments, making no progress before he manages, "I, I, uhh, was trying to put on your, your shirt, 'cause none of mine fit, y’know?" What Bucky can see of his cheeks are flushed hot and red. He knows. "Sure, darlin', I know." Steve's hands twitch against his belly, "well I-" he starts, thinking better of it suddenly. Shutting his mouth and taking away his hands from his belly. Bucky doesn't know what he expects but he doesn't expect to see that he's popped two of the buttons on Bucky’s shirt by trying to put it on. "Sorry," his omega mewls. Bucky growls, loud and more animal than he even does in rut. His cock and knot tingling with need. Pulsing in his sweats, "don't you dare apologize," he growls, pulling Steve as flush against him as he can, gripping his ass to make sure he stays. Enjoying the hard, full press of his belly against his flat abs more than he should.

I hope this is what you wanted!!!

[thehomierobbstark]

Girl, Fuck You

A/N: Apologies for the silence lately, Homie’s been feeling a little bitchmade in the emotional department the last couple days, but she gon be alright. I was actually gonna drop this after part 2 of the last story (haven’t figured out a name yet), but it’s heavily emotional and I needed a little siesta before I plunged back into it. Thanks for thinking of me for this request @lifelover4u! I hope its at least semi what you wanted 😅lol

Warnings: 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿 Down below as well as the prompt 

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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Her hands grip the back of Erik’s head as she leans down into the kiss, pressing her lips hard against his. He gives a low moan underneath her mouth, digging his fingers into her sides to hold her tighter, pushing under her shirt to feel her soft, fluffy midsection. Her skin warms at his touch, and she wraps an arm around his neck to pull herself closer, her knees on either side of his waist spreading wider to sink down into his lap.

He pulls back and takes a sharp intake of breath, biting his lip to try and hold back the sensual groan that wanted so badly to escape his lips. His low eyes trail over her, taking in the thin gold baby chain around her neck that he’d given her last month, and the way the excess length spilled into her cleavage.

He could see a tiny bit of the blue lace bra peeking out from under her white tank top, the garment fitting snugly against her C-cups. The perfect size for him to devour with his mouth.

He vaguely wondered if her panties matched, too, but he restrains himself from hooking a finger into her belt loop and taking a look for himself.

He strokes his thumb over the skin of her tummy, teasingly going lower and lower with each rubbing motion. Attacking her chest, he sucks and bites the tops of her delicious chocolate mounds while his other hand grabs onto her ass, encouraging her to move on him.

She presses soft kisses into his forehead and temples as he ravages her with his mouth, scratching at his beard softly and rolling her hips into him.

The hand on her tummy swipes lower, his fingers brushing over her lace covered treasure, rubbing tight circles just above her slit, denying her the friction he knew she wanted.

Moaning in protest, she tries to grind her hips into his hand so he could feel her damp sex.

“What, princess? What you want? I’m staying above the panties like you said,” he goads her, reminding her of the rule she’d had him following ever since they’d made it past first base a couple weeks ago.

He’d made it very clear once he’d gotten a chance to wrap his arms around her waist later that night that he couldn’t wait to ‘get his mouth on that pussy next,’ a confession he’d whispered in her ear while they were at dinner with her friends (mostly just to see how much she’d squirm).

Since then he’d been restraining himself to second base even though his mouth watered every time he saw her lower half, and the way his fingers kept working her made it really hard for her not to renege.

“Come on, Erik,” she whines, and humps against him again. He snickers into her skin, nuzzling her behind her ear, fingers still playfully avoiding her clit.

“Watchu want? Say it babygirl, I’m not a mind reader.” She feels him grin against her neck and she rolls her eyes, annoyed.

He knew exactly what it was she wanted, he was just determined to make her work for it.

She takes a mental deep breath and pushes aside her pride, too horny to consider stopping.

“Fine,” she sucks her teeth, fixing her mouth to say the embarrassing words.

“…I-want-you-to… touch me?” she asks instead of tells, speeding over the first few words to try and save herself at least some dignity.

He detaches from her neck, leaning back and giving her a bored look.

“Really, babygirl?” he deadpans.

She looks down, fiddling with her fingers as her face grows hot.

“What? I said it…” she shrugs her shoulders innocently.

“After all that practice, that’s all you got for me?” he cocks his head at her, alluding to the little “training” sessions they’d shared trying to help her break out of her shell by making her tell him how he made her feel.

She hadn’t been too explicit yet, but he was hoping to help her get there tonight. It seemed she just needed some inspiration. A little push.

“What more do you want from me?” she looks into his eyes with her big, deep brown orbs, looking so cute and angelic as she sneakily tries to play on his heart strings. He was always a sucker for those eyes, but not tonight.

Tonight, he was ready to corrupt his little girl and wipe that look off her face forever.

Flipping her off of him to sit on the couch, he sinks down to the floor, pulling her butt to the edge and holding her legs apart.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” His voice is laced with danger and desire, both of which have her tiny bud quivering with anticipation.

“Now… tell me what you want…” he pops open the button on her jeans, slowly unzipping her fly as he never breaks eye contact, licking his lips.  He grabs the waist of her pants and roughly tugs them down, the jerking movement jarring her and bringing her back to her senses.

She places a hand on Erik’s shoulder to slow him down.

“Erik, wait! Hang on-“

“Babygirl, you can either tell me what you want, or shut the fuck up and let me do what I want. Final warning.”

He’s stripped her of her jeans now, tugging the last of the material from around her ankle before tossing them somewhere behind him. He smiles a devilish grin, happy to see that his earlier theory was right, and he eyes the ocean blue panties laid against her pretty brown skin.

His words were so mean but not a sliver of disrespect could be found on his face. Such an asshole. He knew how tongue tied and wet she got whenever he was demanding with her.

He starts in on her thighs, giving slow, sloppy wet kisses that end with sharp bites, making sure to give each leg equal attention as he trails up to her pulsing center.

He gets right to the thin soft skin on the inside of her thigh near her opening, and sucks it into his mouth, tongue working hard over it like he’s trying to make the biggest hickey ever.

“Erik!” she calls out again, her thighs locked in place around his head, trying to keep him from going any further and give herself some relief from the sensation as she tries to push his head away.

He pulls back but only for a second, forcibly pushing her legs back apart and pinning them down with his forearms.

“You still haven’t said anything baby,” he tsks at her, and she remembers his threat from a few minutes ago.

“How many fingers you think this pussy can take, huh? One? Two?”

He grabs her jaw, shoving a finger into her mouth and pumping it in and out a few times before adding another.

He bends down to pull her panties to the side with his teeth, gently grazing over the lace before scraping up the soft material with a slow bite, careful not to accidentally nip her sensitive parts.

When he gets them clear of her intoxicating center, he gives a long hum, biting his lip as he eyes her salaciously.

Her mouth was still stuffed with his fingers and she didn’t dare make a move to try and cover herself, so she just sits there and whimpers, eyes wide as she watches him watching her.

“I don’t know, she seems kinda tight. I think I’mma need to stretch her out a little to get her ready for my dick.” He evilly grins, and before she can disagree he shoves another finger into her mouth, making her gag, and her pussy quivers at the degrading sound.

She breaths out hard through her nose, grabbing his wrist to try and get a handle on his plunging hands before she damn near chokes on her saliva.  She feels him trying to add another finger and pulls out of his hold on her jaw, his fingers slipping out of her mouth and leaving strings of spit to fall over her chest.

“Okay! Okay Erik, fuck, I’ll tell you what I want!” she finally submits to him, too fearful of what might happen if he gets all those fingers inside of her.

His spit ridden fingers grip her neck hard, jerking her towards him and baring his teeth as he gets in her face.

“Speak.” His hand clamps down tighter around her neck, and she uses the little bits of air she can gasp in to talk, knowing he wasn’t going to let up. He smacks her ass as she speaks, making her squirm and moan as she struggles to get the words out.

“Make me c-cum *gasp* with your mouth, Daddy…” She pauses to moan at her own words, feeling herself start to drip down below. “I- fuckkk- I want you to *slap* wrap those fat lips around my clit Daddy and *groan* make me scream…”

The sides of her vision start to grow dark, but it all feels so good she doesn’t want him to stop gripping her neck.

Thankfully, Erik was able to recognize it and pull her back from the edge before she could get too close to falling into unconsciousness.

Choking was one of her kinks, and while he was more than happy to help her explore it, he valued an alive and breathing girlfriend more.

“Nah, come back to me baby, we not there yet,” He speaks to her softly, releasing his hold and lightly tapping onto her cheek with his fingers to get her attention and bring her back.

She was in her own little world of bliss and euphoria, and he laughs at the goofy ass grin plastered wide across her face as she comes down, her breathing growing steadier.  She hadn’t even come yet, but the mental high she was riding was enough to tire her out and keep her mind spinning as if she did.

“Damn, who knew dirty talk could do all that?” She asks once her breathing returns to normal, talking to no one in particular. He kisses his teeth as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, laying down and pulling her body with him.  

“Umm, I knew, why you think I been trying to get your shy ass to talk nasty this whole time?” He smacks at her thigh to help emphasize his point, and she flicks his forehead back.

“Shut up, it was rhetorical,” she grumbles, scooting back a little more to siphon some of the heat radiating off his body. She pulls one of his arms under her to lay her head on it, loving the strong earthy scent of his cologne that envelops her and the comfortable bulkiness of his bicep.

“Girl, are you bout to fall asleep? We not done yet! I’m still tryna eat you until dinner,” His voice is loud and bothersome in her ear, and she sleepily mumbles for him to shut the hell up, burying her face into his arm.

“Aight, bet. Watch if you don’t wake up with me between ya legs ma.” He threatens, and she ignores him, her mind already drifting off into a glorious slumber.

He scoffs at her silence, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her impossibly closer, muttering something about how “you gon learn today”.

In the soft silence of her heavy sleepy breaths and his quiet even ones, he can’t help but be happy that he was finally able to defile his perfect little princesses mouth, even if he wasn’t able to carry out her request yet.

All he could think about as he held her soft, warm body against his was how sexy she sounded begging for him to put his mouth on her, and the small “O” her mouth made moaning from the mischievous look in his eyes. The image of the bite marks he’d left behind on her fluttered through his mind, and he wondered what those pouty lips of hers would feel like wrapped around his thick cock, that tongue sticking out to taste every last drop of his hot -

“Erik?”

Her small tired voice snaps him from his daydream, and when he answers his voice is thick with distraction and lust.

“Huh? Wassup?”

He didn’t even realize he’d pressed his rock solid dick in between her cheeks, and snaked a rogue hand under her tank top to massage her pillow soft breasts.

“Why yo heart beating so fast?” She asks, trying to cover up her sniggering laugh, and he detaches himself from her, turning to face the back of the couch like a petty child.

“Girl, fuck you.”

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Warnings: Choking, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk (I blew my own wig back tbh yall 😂)

Prompt: Based off this post per request. 

No tags right now because it’s currently 1AM, but I got yall when I get back from work tomorrow🤘🏿

[thelastspeecher]

Okay, I have holiday prompts that I’m going to get to, but today I finished up another Deaged Ford AU thing that I had actually started a while back.  It’s very fluff.  Stan throws food at Ford, and Ford wears pajamas with aliens on them.  Tomorrow, expect some belated holiday-themed prompts.  Today, enjoy Lute being Lute.

              Ford shuffled into the hallway, rubbing his eyes tiredly.  He paused and sniffed the air.  The scent of eggs and sausage was drifting through the house.

              What’s going on?  Ford walked down the hallway.  Did Stan get up to cook breakfast this morning for some reason?  He paused outside the room Stan was sleeping in.  Audible snoring came through the closed door.  Not Stan.  Then who?  His ears picked up on faint music.  He finished making his way to the kitchen.  Angie stood at the stove, humming happily as she cooked something in a skillet.

              “G’mornin’, Stanford,” Angie chirped.  She nodded at the kitchen table.  “Go on and help yourself.  Already got some food cooked up.”  The gears clicked into place in Ford’s mind.

              Oh.  Right.  Fiddleford’s younger siblings are here.  Ford looked around the kitchen.  The source of the music he’d heard was a radio perched on the counter.  It was turned to a country station, judging by the twangy guitars.  Next to the stove was a large bowl.  Angie poured the contents into the skillet she was using.

              “Seriously, go on and eat,” Angie said.  “Even if yer not technically a lil kidlet, yer body is.  You’ve got to eat somethin’.  A nice, big breakfast.”  She pinched Ford’s cheek.  Ford slapped her hand away.  “Oops. Sorry.  Instinct.”

              “Please be more careful.”

              “Yep.  Sorry ‘bout that.”  Angie smiled sheepishly.  “Still gettin’ used to the fact that yer…youthful face is hidin’ an adult brain.”

              “Yes, well, treat me like the adult I am, not the child I appear to be,” Ford said briskly, taking a seat at the kitchen table.  Angie eyed him.

              “Mm-hmm,” she said noncommittally.  Ford looked down at his alien-patterned pajamas.

              “Appearances can be deceiving.”

              “I didn’t say anything.”

              “They didn’t have more mature pajamas in my size.”

              “I think they’re very fetchin’,” Angie said politely.  “Seriously, you should eat somethin’.”

              “Fine,” Ford mumbled.  He looked at the selection already placed on the table.  “When did you get up to make all of this?”

              “About an hour ago,” Angie said.  She shrugged.  “I’m used to gettin’ up early.”

              “I suppose you would be, given that you grew up on a farm,” Ford said, reaching for the stack of pancakes.  “Where is Fiddleford?  Normally he’s waking Stan and myself with his noise by now.”

              “He was makin’ a bit of a fuss, so Lute went to take care of ‘im.”  As if on cue, Lute strolled into the kitchen, carrying Fiddleford.  Angie beamed. “How’s the world’s tiniest engineer doin’?”

              “Changed and ready fer the day!” Lute chirped.  He looked around.  “Where’s the high chair?”

              “We don’t have one,” Ford said.  “This is a house of science.”

              “It’s also a house that has an infant and a child in it at the moment,” Angie said.  She grabbed a notepad off the counter and took a pen out from behind her ear.  “Add that to the list.”

              “What list?” Ford asked.

              “List of things we need to procure to keep things runnin’.”

              “Stan and I were doing perfectly fine with what he purchased.”  Ford paused.  “Probably purchased.”

              “Oh, fer sure, you were doin’ a decent job,” Lute said.  “I mean, no one’s been seriously injured.  But we’re childcare experts.  Trust us when we say ya need a few things.”  He took a seat at the table.  “Angie, mind grabbin’ some food fer tiny Fidds?”

              “Yep.”  Angie opened the pantry.  “Carrots or plums?”

              “What did lil Fidds have fer dinner yesterday?” Lute asked Ford.  Ford shrugged.  “Go with plums.”  Angie handed Lute a container of baby food.  “Stanford, we should prob’ly go over the conversation that ya missed last night after ya went to bed.”

              “You said you weren’t going to discuss anything!” Ford protested.  “That was the only reason I agreed to go to sleep as early as I did.”

              “We didn’t plan on talkin’ bout things,” Angie said.  “But the conversation topic changed.”

              “Fine.”  Ford crossed his arms.  “What did I miss?”

              “Well, I’m goin’ to be takin’ charge of tiny Fidds, here,” Lute said, poking at Fiddleford’s tummy playfully.  “Stan will continue to be yer main supervisor, but Angie and I will step in as needed.”

              “…Okay.”

              “Oh, and Stan mentioned that ya haven’t left the house in over a week, so I’ll be takin’ you and tiny Fidds out ‘n about at least once a day.”

              “What?!” Ford yelped.  “Why?”

              “Ya might be an adult in yer mind, but yer a kidlet in body.  Ya have excess energy ya need to burn off.”

              “No, I don’t.”

              “From what Stan’s told me, ya do.  Apparently ya conked yer head the other day, runnin’ around the house,” Lute said.  He opened the jar of baby food.  Ford blushed. “It’s nothin’ to be embarrassed about. I mean, Angie and I were far worse and did far worse when we were lil.”  Lute began to spoon the baby food into Fiddleford’s mouth.  “Don’t worry, when ya leave the house, it’ll be low-key.  It’s not like I’ll be signin’ ya up fer bible camp or somethin’.”

              “Given that Stanford’s Jewish, I should hope not,” Angie said.  Lute frowned.

              “How do ya know that?”

              “Stan told me.”

              “Ah.”  Lute looked at Ford.  “It’ll just be lil trips to the library or park.”

              “No.”

              “Pardon?”

              “I won’t go to the library or park.”  Ford gestured at himself.  “Not like this!  The times that Stan forced me to accompany him to the grocery store were bad enough! I refuse to be treated like a child by complete strangers.”  Ford scowled. “I do not want to leave the house if I can avoid it.”

              “Don’t care what you want, Sixer,” Stan rumbled, shuffling into the kitchen. He yawned widely.  “The Gucks know what they’re talking about, and they said kids need to leave the house.”

              “Stan,” Ford whined.  Stan took a seat at the table.  He grabbed a sausage link from one of the plates.  “Why?”

              “The Gucks say so.”

              “But-”

              “Look, from here on out, when the Gucks say something about kids, we do it. They’re the experts,” Stan said. Ford slumped in his seat.  “Don’t pout.  Eat some breakfast.”

              “How about this, Stanford,” Lute said suddenly.  He wiped Fiddleford’s face.  “I’m goin’ to go to the store later today to get the high chair and other things needed to take care of yourself and tiny Fidds.  You can come with, and that’ll be yer trip fer the day.”

              “I guess,” Ford mumbled.  Lute grinned.

              “You can pick a treat while we’re at the store,” he said in a singsong voice. Ford perked up.

              “Jelly beans?”

              “You bet.”

              “Okay.  I’ll come.” Ford frowned at Stan.  “But only because Stan has been refusing to buy jelly beans ever since Fiddleford was turned into an infant.”

              “I can only steal so much without attracting attention, Sixer,” Stan said through a mouthful of sausage.  “I had to choose between jelly beans and food for Sticks.  I went with the baby food.”

              “Do- do you really steal things?” Lute asked.  Stan leaned back in his chair.

              “Uh…no,” he said.  Angie and Lute stared at him.  “No.  I do not steal.”

              “…If ya say so,” Angie said after a moment.  “Make sure to continue not stealin’ while we’re here, okay?  Breakin’ the law might make people realize that the two children livin’ in this house don’t actually legally exist.”

              “Yep,” Lute said.  He set down the rag he was using to wipe Fiddleford’s face.  “I don’t really have a nephew named Beau, even though that’s what I’ll be callin’ tiny Fidds.”  Lute grinned at Ford again.  “Yer goin’ to be my nephew in public, too, by the way.  Get used to callin’ me Uncle Lute.”

              “No,” Ford said flatly.  Stan tossed a sausage at him.  “Hey!”

              “What did I tell say?”

              “Do what the McGuckets tell us to do,” Ford muttered reluctantly.  Stan nodded.

              “So, Ford?” Lute said.  “Are ya excited to go to the store with me?”

              “Yes.”  Stan and Lute watched him silently.  Ford sighed. “…Uncle Lute.”

              “Aw, thanks, lil nephew!” Lute said.  He stood up.  “Finish yer breakfast and put on yer shoes, and we’ll head on out.”

              “Hooray.”

[cloudyyangel]

puppys here! and also, melting into a lil puddle cause u called me lil pup (╯▽╰ ) I KNOW ITS NOT THE FIRST TIME BUT EVERYTIME MY BRAINS JUST LIKE hehe time to melt out ur ears ur dumb now. lil pup, pubby, pup pup, pupppjfkdlfjgpp, ANYWAYS, my day yesterday wasnt bad! i wasnt working for a while so it feels really good to be productive again u kno? see my coworkers and stuff? but at the same time its so TIRING AUGH. but i hope ill get used to it. and i think we have similar timezones and stuff so ur probably nvr far off guessing when it is for me! tho my sleeping schedules a loooot different than yours lol (as long as i can stay on top of it at least lol) (im also still, very very happy, that u think im sweet, and i can make u happy, and blah blah) ALSO TOTALLY NOT RELATED TO THAT PUPPY BOY REBLOG BUT MOST DEFINITELY ACTUALLY IS BUT I HAVE CHUBBY CHEEKS! ROUND FACE, u may, squish,,, if u wanna,,,,

but TODAY i have

brought u

(drum roll)

a list of reasons why im puppy! why? I DONT KNOW, but here u go

energetic! i make little chirp/yip noises to stim/mess with friends, stick my tongue out a lot, go on walks to get out excess energy! really. really really like being told what to do. run back and forth in the house when im bored lol, will eat food off the floor, praise me! make just. a lot of saliva. shakes sometimes :c really really really love how people smell and wish i could just smell people without being creepy, NOSE AND HEARING ARE SO SENSITIVE! wiggly. if u pet my head i will melt, if u pet my tummy i will melt but in a different way, if u pet my sides i wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill whimper. and of course if im flustered enough my breathing goes all fucky wucky and i lose the ability to talk besides simple phrases or words cause its whimpering all the way down babyyyyyyyy. i am small. i am baby. i have humped so many fucking things. lick? put thing? in? mouth????

reasons why im not a dog

-i am scared of them😰-puppy anon

Yay puppy’s here~ I think lil pup is just the cutest hahaha “what’s up lil pup <3” poor brain ahahaha! I understand about working! I just finished up my last job so right now I’m not working since it’s summer and it definitely makes me miss being productive and seeing coworkers! Some days I’m just like “blergh i need to do something!” but there’s nothing to do (｀ε´) I hope you’re still able to rest though!! Or you’re able to take little naps through the day!! I drink a lot of coffee to keep me going eeeeh. Right now it’s 11:45pm for me-I just moved back to the states so it’s a big adjustment for me and my sleeping schedule is blah. I haven’t been able to get it under control yet. I normally sleep from 4am-11am (*-∀-*) I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac though~

Your messages do make me happy! And You are most definitely sweet! Especially if I can squish your cute little cheeks ehehe. I bet they would be so pretty all squished and blushy <33 maybe I should reblog puppy things more often, hmmm~ *gasp!* ohoho! I love lists! I’m excited for it!! You sound like a perfect little puppy! So loving and energetic and a little bit mischievous and naughty ehehehe. But if you’re such a small baby puppy then I guess it’s okay to be a little naughty and hump things or stick so many things in your mouth haha. Just be safe about it, yeah? I would definitely give you so many head pats and belly pats since you’re so good! ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა some big dogs can be scary! I have a big dog but she’s old and just sleeps allll day long! But don’t worry, you don’t have to be a big ol’ dog! A sweet little puppy is the best!

[knucklepuckle]

I feel and look so fat all the time how do I make it stop god I am so worthless and I just need everything to stop for a while and I need a person to just appreciate me like fuck I'm trying. I'm trying to workout two hours everyday and eat little calories and I'm trying to get rid of anxiety and depression and I'm trying to keep my grades up and I'm trying to love and be grateful but not too much because then it gets annoying and I'm so tired of having so many boundaries god I feel so fat help

yo yo yo listen to me my dood. your worth is not based on the way you look nor is it based on the love/appreciation anyone else has for you. what matters is that you are healthy and happy, and i think we both know that working out so much and eating a small amount of calories isn’t healthy nor is it sustainable. it will ultimately lead to bingeing, an e.d, and fun fact, your body will learn to hold onto excess fat because it will go in survival mode at that point. it sounds like you are trying to control a lot of things in your life and that’s the cause for a lot of e.d’s: an underlying need for control. it’s good to have goals and to want to be a better version of yourself, but you have to realize that perfection is not achievable. it’s simply not possible as we are humans. accept the reality of the nature of life and it’s hardships. also, know that it’s okay to feel extremely grateful/blessed everyday. i’m probably hella annoying with how often i talk about how happy and alive i feel right now, but i don’t care. i deserve to be at this place in my life, and i think everyone else, including you, does too. here are some of my tips:

1. start putting bodily functions before your appearance. this means that you need to start realizing all the things your body does for you. i used to be SO insecure about my big ass thighs and excess inner thigh fat, but then i realized that these thighs are fuckin STRONG MY MANS!! LIKE SHIT I CAN JUMP AND DANCE AND CLIMB BUILDINGS AND EXPLORE AND I LOVE ALL OF THESE THINGS!!! and my lil tummy helps me digest food and do ab workouts that make me feel FUCKIN AWESOME and function as a regular person and just WOW MY BODY IS SO COOL IT DOES SHIT!!! AND YOURS DOES TOO!!! the moment you begin to change the between aesthetic and action is the moment everything changes. you then begin to love things that you never thought you would.

2. wear clothes that make you feel confident.

3. start speaking OUT LOUD about your body in a positive way. fun fact (i have multiple people who can verify this LMAO), when i come out of the shower, i literally just stare at myself in the mirror for like half an hour sometimes. i just talk about how cute i am LMAO SOUNDS CONCEITED BUT BOI ! it really does make a huge difference. 

4. this is so weird, but whenever i had a negative thought about my appearance, i would say “jessica, you are not fuckin welcome here”. i had a name for the ‘bully’ in my head. a lot of my friends do this now, and for some reason. it really makes me giggle and kinda forget about the negativity LMAO

for a long time i really hated everything about the way i looked, but now, things have changed. at the beginning of this year, we had some thing in class where we were supposed to name 3 things we liked about the person sitting next to us, and my friend said she liked my hair, eyelashes, and makeup. i dont blame her for saying these things, but wtf? i didnt want to be known as the pretty girl. i dont want to be known as someone who has a nice body either. i want to be known as someone who is kind, passionate, hard-working, funny and smart. THAT is what matters in this life, not having a slim waist or being attractive. sure, there are assholes out there who will pick you apart, but you have to learn to build that confidence up. i wasnt always a bad bitch. i was really insecure years ago. but all my friends knew i was the confident one (even if i actually wasnt at the time) and eventually i become that girl. yes, it’s important to take care of yourself, but come at it with the right intentions. you will never stick to working out if you’re only doing it for physical results, believe me. eat healthy and excercise because you’ve been blessed with a body to be able to do so. eat those damn scones if you wanna. remember, working out is not a punishment and eating is not the reward :)

[samanthasroberts]

How To Look Noticeably Skinnier By July 4th

Its a tall order, but ensuring that we look our absolute best for the upcoming barbecue (to include grilling, swimming, flag-inspired shit, and explosions for America) is an absolute must. Whether we like it or not, though, and even WITH lots of healthy eating, bloating happens. And when it does, we feel like weve eaten 10 slices of pizza and belong in sweatpants until the end of time. Obviously, no one wants to see a beer belly or gut hanging out of a crop top, so weve compiled a list of tips to live by this week so you can flaunt the flattest tummy in honor of our founding fathers. God bless America.

1. Cucumbers

When it comes to multi-tasking vegetables, cucumbers take the damn cake. Not only are they frequently worked into face masks and spa routines, but they have a welcome place in our diet regimen. Since theyre so full of water, cucumbers help flush out your system, helping you feel full yet not bloated AND super hydrated.

2. A Shit Load Of Water

Dehydration equals bloating. It sounds totally weird, but if youre eating a ton of salad and fruit and veggies yet NOT drinking water, all that fiber is just gonna sit and push out your midsection till you feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Chug water at all times.

3. Watermelon

Like cucumbers, watermelon has a ton of water and some sugar for a boost. Itll keep you hydrated and help curb the slowly ballooning belly at the top of your shorts.

4. Morning Walks

Any kind of physical activity will help get things moving and help relieve bloating. Not to be gross, but obviously walking around is going to help gas get through your system, lessening your tummy fat. Plus, youll be sweating, which will help get rid of some of that excess water weight.

5. Fennel Seeds

Fennel seedyes, the stuff that gives sausage its anise flavorare a natural gut buster. They can help relax your digestive system, aid in passing gas (again, sry), and move things along to help you feel skinnier and cuter. You can eat the seeds whole or boil them in a tea which sounds a lil gross but w/e.

6. Hands Off The Sweets

Surprise! Sugar makes you farty and bloaty. So, if youre super serious about being in shape for the big shindig celebrating ‘MURICA, stay away from the bakery and candy drawer. Basically, all that sugar feeds bacteria that LOVES making you feel bloated. Steer clear.

7. Ditch The Gum

If youre chewing gum, youre taking in excess air. This isnt rocket science. if you put your hand above your stomach and below your sternum and it feels hard and is sticking out, youre taking in too much air. So opt for nomming on a celery stick instead of the Big Red.

8. Take The Stairs

This is a no-brainer, but walking up a flight of stairs instead of standing in an elevator can help move things around and battle the bloat.

9. Sit-Ups Are Not The Enemy

We know theyre literally the worst, but doing a few sit-ups can help tone your stomach area so that, when you are bloated, you have better muscle control. This will keep you from having a tummy pooch and being embarrassed.

10. Carbs Are Evil

Like weve said literally a million times, carbs are making you bloat. So if you wanna look super cute in that crop top for the barbecue you dont plan on eating at for July 4th, make sure the week leading up to it is packed with water, salads, and lean protein. Like yeah, you can have a burger to prepare for the weekend, but wrap it in lettuce unless you want a gut. 

  Source: http://allofbeer.com/how-to-look-noticeably-skinnier-by-july-4th/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/how-to-look-noticeably-skinnier-by-july-4th/

[adambstingus]

How To Look Noticeably Skinnier By July 4th

Its a tall order, but ensuring that we look our absolute best for the upcoming barbecue (to include grilling, swimming, flag-inspired shit, and explosions for America) is an absolute must. Whether we like it or not, though, and even WITH lots of healthy eating, bloating happens. And when it does, we feel like weve eaten 10 slices of pizza and belong in sweatpants until the end of time. Obviously, no one wants to see a beer belly or gut hanging out of a crop top, so weve compiled a list of tips to live by this week so you can flaunt the flattest tummy in honor of our founding fathers. God bless America.

1. Cucumbers

When it comes to multi-tasking vegetables, cucumbers take the damn cake. Not only are they frequently worked into face masks and spa routines, but they have a welcome place in our diet regimen. Since theyre so full of water, cucumbers help flush out your system, helping you feel full yet not bloated AND super hydrated.

2. A Shit Load Of Water

Dehydration equals bloating. It sounds totally weird, but if youre eating a ton of salad and fruit and veggies yet NOT drinking water, all that fiber is just gonna sit and push out your midsection till you feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Chug water at all times.

3. Watermelon

Like cucumbers, watermelon has a ton of water and some sugar for a boost. Itll keep you hydrated and help curb the slowly ballooning belly at the top of your shorts.

4. Morning Walks

Any kind of physical activity will help get things moving and help relieve bloating. Not to be gross, but obviously walking around is going to help gas get through your system, lessening your tummy fat. Plus, youll be sweating, which will help get rid of some of that excess water weight.

5. Fennel Seeds

Fennel seedyes, the stuff that gives sausage its anise flavorare a natural gut buster. They can help relax your digestive system, aid in passing gas (again, sry), and move things along to help you feel skinnier and cuter. You can eat the seeds whole or boil them in a tea which sounds a lil gross but w/e.

6. Hands Off The Sweets

Surprise! Sugar makes you farty and bloaty. So, if youre super serious about being in shape for the big shindig celebrating ‘MURICA, stay away from the bakery and candy drawer. Basically, all that sugar feeds bacteria that LOVES making you feel bloated. Steer clear.

7. Ditch The Gum

If youre chewing gum, youre taking in excess air. This isnt rocket science. if you put your hand above your stomach and below your sternum and it feels hard and is sticking out, youre taking in too much air. So opt for nomming on a celery stick instead of the Big Red.

8. Take The Stairs

This is a no-brainer, but walking up a flight of stairs instead of standing in an elevator can help move things around and battle the bloat.

9. Sit-Ups Are Not The Enemy

We know theyre literally the worst, but doing a few sit-ups can help tone your stomach area so that, when you are bloated, you have better muscle control. This will keep you from having a tummy pooch and being embarrassed.

10. Carbs Are Evil

Like weve said literally a million times, carbs are making you bloat. So if you wanna look super cute in that crop top for the barbecue you dont plan on eating at for July 4th, make sure the week leading up to it is packed with water, salads, and lean protein. Like yeah, you can have a burger to prepare for the weekend, but wrap it in lettuce unless you want a gut. 

  from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/how-to-look-noticeably-skinnier-by-july-4th/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/179601187852

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How To Look Noticeably Skinnier By July 4th

Its a tall order, but ensuring that we look our absolute best for the upcoming barbecue (to include grilling, swimming, flag-inspired shit, and explosions for America) is an absolute must. Whether we like it or not, though, and even WITH lots of healthy eating, bloating happens. And when it does, we feel like weve eaten 10 slices of pizza and belong in sweatpants until the end of time. Obviously, no one wants to see a beer belly or gut hanging out of a crop top, so weve compiled a list of tips to live by this week so you can flaunt the flattest tummy in honor of our founding fathers. God bless America.

1. Cucumbers

When it comes to multi-tasking vegetables, cucumbers take the damn cake. Not only are they frequently worked into face masks and spa routines, but they have a welcome place in our diet regimen. Since theyre so full of water, cucumbers help flush out your system, helping you feel full yet not bloated AND super hydrated.

2. A Shit Load Of Water

Dehydration equals bloating. It sounds totally weird, but if youre eating a ton of salad and fruit and veggies yet NOT drinking water, all that fiber is just gonna sit and push out your midsection till you feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Chug water at all times.

3. Watermelon

Like cucumbers, watermelon has a ton of water and some sugar for a boost. Itll keep you hydrated and help curb the slowly ballooning belly at the top of your shorts.

4. Morning Walks

Any kind of physical activity will help get things moving and help relieve bloating. Not to be gross, but obviously walking around is going to help gas get through your system, lessening your tummy fat. Plus, youll be sweating, which will help get rid of some of that excess water weight.

5. Fennel Seeds

Fennel seedyes, the stuff that gives sausage its anise flavorare a natural gut buster. They can help relax your digestive system, aid in passing gas (again, sry), and move things along to help you feel skinnier and cuter. You can eat the seeds whole or boil them in a tea which sounds a lil gross but w/e.

6. Hands Off The Sweets

Surprise! Sugar makes you farty and bloaty. So, if youre super serious about being in shape for the big shindig celebrating ‘MURICA, stay away from the bakery and candy drawer. Basically, all that sugar feeds bacteria that LOVES making you feel bloated. Steer clear.

7. Ditch The Gum

If youre chewing gum, youre taking in excess air. This isnt rocket science. if you put your hand above your stomach and below your sternum and it feels hard and is sticking out, youre taking in too much air. So opt for nomming on a celery stick instead of the Big Red.

8. Take The Stairs

This is a no-brainer, but walking up a flight of stairs instead of standing in an elevator can help move things around and battle the bloat.

9. Sit-Ups Are Not The Enemy

We know theyre literally the worst, but doing a few sit-ups can help tone your stomach area so that, when you are bloated, you have better muscle control. This will keep you from having a tummy pooch and being embarrassed.

10. Carbs Are Evil

Like weve said literally a million times, carbs are making you bloat. So if you wanna look super cute in that crop top for the barbecue you dont plan on eating at for July 4th, make sure the week leading up to it is packed with water, salads, and lean protein. Like yeah, you can have a burger to prepare for the weekend, but wrap it in lettuce unless you want a gut. 

  from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/how-to-look-noticeably-skinnier-by-july-4th/