#Benefits of a Tummy Tuck

[lasercosmesis]

Benefits of a Tummy Tuck After a C-Section

A tummy tuck is a cosmetic plastic surgery of the belly area. This treatment reduces belly fat and improves one’s self-confidence. Hence, anyone with excessive fat deposited in the tummy can consider this treatment. But, if going through this surgical procedure after a C-section will be beneficial, it needs discussion. 

Dr. Medha Bhave is a medical expert popular for a wide range of successful cosmetic and plastic treatments, including liposuction and tummy tuck surgery in Mumbai. By taking insight from her, this blog will share a guide on the benefits of tummy tuck surgery after a C-Section. So, if you are one of the people who wants to undergo tummy tuck surgery after childbirth through C-section, then you are advised to go through this post carefully. 

Tummy Tuck After C-Section

Child delivering through natural labour pain or C-section brings lots of physical changes. Among various physical changes, belly fat is the most common. This belly fat creates challenges for the female while performing day-to-day activities. Moreover, belly fat is stubborn to go by cutting down on food and doing exercise. To address such stubborn tummy fat tummy tuck surgery or abdominoplasty is a unique way. This surgical method addresses the belly fat through minimal incisions below the belly button to the starting hairline of the pubic area. A fat suctioning tool is used to extract the unwanted fat through these incisions. 

Tummy tuck after C-Section is performed by a qualified and experienced cosmetic plastic surgeon. This treatment after the surgical method of child delivery offers a variety of benefits. Some of those benefits are as follows:

C-Sections Scars

C-section child delivery leaves scars of the surgery. These scars on the lower abdomen are stubborn to go, but a tummy tuck can reduce their visibility. 

Loss of Elasticity of the Abdomen

Childbearing and delivery make the abdomen skin loose. A tummy tuck addresses the loose elasticity of the abdomen and corrects it. 

Leftover Pregnancy Fat

After child delivery, some fat remains accumulated in the tummy, which is stubborn to come out with the child delivery or weight management plan. Tummy tuck surgery effectively addresses this leftover pregnancy fat and cuts it down.

 Stretch Marks

As the foetus develops and increases its size in the mother’s womb, the uterus increases its size, and skin loses its elasticity. Once the child takes birth, the skin returns to its shape with stretching marks. The tummy tuck surgery comprehensively addresses these stubborn stretch marks.

Improve the Overall Appearance.

A tummy tuck is beneficial to address the belly shape and waistline appearance. It improves the appearance of the lower abdomen and once overall appearance and confidence. 

Conclusion

C-section is a surgical method of child delivery. This painless child delivery procedure brings lots of physical changes to the mother’s body. Leftover fat is one of the most common side effects of C-sections. This unwanted fat deposit, stretch marks, C-section scars, and more are reversible through tummy tuck. Tummy tuck is a cosmetic plastic surgery performed by a medical expert in the cosmetic plastic surgery domain. 

To consider a female medical expert in this regard, one can visit Laser Cosmesis. It is a well-facilitated clinic managed by Dr. Medha Bhave, a senior female plastic surgeon in Mumbai. The doctor utilises the mini tummy tuck, classic full tummy tuck or extended tummy tuck method depending upon one’s concerns that will provide the best results. Book an appointment with her today to learn about the treatment in detail.     

Original Source:- https://theomnibuzz.com/benefits-of-a-tummy-tuck-after-a-c-section/

[shaynly-babieblue]

Liposuction and Tummy Tuck: Enhancing Your Confidence and Self-Esteem forever

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[moonstruckme]

the sleepy remus drabble was everything but what about sleepy james x reader just cuddling on the couch with remus and sirius teasing them omfgg

Thanks for requesting lovely! I realized halfway through writing this that I wasn't sure if you meant rem and sirius were there platonically or not, but I hope this is alright <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 870 words

Even when you hear the voices, you pretend you don’t, too comfortable on the plush cushion of James’ hoodie. Opening your eyes isn’t worth the effort. 

“Is this what they do when we’re not home?” Sirius’ voice is low and ripe with faux outrage.

James hushes him, so he’s awake apparently. His thumb moves over your tummy, big hand tucked into the warmth between your sweatshirt and your bare skin. “You’ll wake her,” he says, voice still sticky with sleep.

“She ought to be awake, it’s five in the afternoon!” 

Remus’ voice is softer, skeptical. “I don’t see how either of you expect to sleep through the night if you nap like this during the day.”

“We manage,” James yawns. 

You hear Sirius huff. If the muscles in your face were more active you think you’d smile. “I thought we were going to Marlene’s thing tonight,” he complains. 

“Still planning on it.” James’ palm splays over your middle, warm and safe. “We’re resting up.” 

“This is how you prepare for Friday nights now? Fuck, we must be getting old.” 

You whine at his volume, nuzzling your face into James’ chest. 

“Oh, so she is awake. What, sweet thing, you don’t feel like saying hi?” 

This time James coos at your protesting sound. His hand slips from beneath your sweatshirt to wrap around your shoulders, shielding you from your pestering boyfriend. 

“Oh, let’s have a bit of sympathy,” Remus says, sounding amused, “she’s had a long, hard day of napping. She deserves a bit of rest.” 

You want to remind him it’s your day off, but speaking feels like giving into wakefulness, and that is something you are not inclined to do. Instead, you try to wriggle beneath the blanket halfway up James’ torso, curling in on yourself like a roly poly. He helps you out, pulling it up to cover your head and draping an arm over your balled-up form. 

“It’s her day off,” he says, your hero. “Why shouldn’t she get to rest?” 

“That’s fair enough,” Remus allows, “but why were you sleeping?”

James hesitates. “Well, I didn’t have anything to do after training and she…she lured me in.” 

It’s true. James after rugby training is like Remus after he spends all day reading; he’s all worn out and pliable, and you’d practically only had to open your arms for him to fall right into them and then a cuddle on the couch had turned into a two-hour nap. Terribly unfortunate. Certainly not your plan all along. 

You decide it’s your turn to protect James from the others, wriggling up on his chest and covering his head with the blanket. You see his smile through half-lidded eyes, and outside of your little cave, Remus chuckles. 

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” 

“I think we should get in bed and have a cuddle they’re not invited to,” says Sirius. “See how they like it.” 

“I’m not sure we can leave them in good conscience.” The sound of Remus' smile makes you smile, your cheek smushing into James’ chest. “She’s just taken Jamie. If we let her go on like this, she’ll have them both sleeping ‘til tomorrow.” 

That actually sounds rather appealing. 

“They’re jealous of us,” James whispers. You hum your agreement, and he kisses the crown of your head. 

“We could go to all their favorite things,” Sirius proposes. “Make them remember the benefits of leaving the couch.” 

“Like what? Watch sports?” 

“And eat pastries. She loves a sweet.” 

“Mm, yeah. I could fancy a sweet.” 

“From the shop on sixth? They should still be open, yeah?” 

“Stay strong, angel,” James whispers. “Don’t let them break you.” 

“They ought to be. Oh, and the pub down that way will be showing the Manchester match tonight. We could stop and see that.” 

“Sick and twisted!” James throws the blanket off, uncovering you in the process. “You never watch football with me.” 

“I have,” Remus hedges, “that one time.” 

“Last year! And you were reading your book on the other side of the pillow!” 

He turns sheepish. “Didn’t realize you’d noticed that.” 

“But now you’re going to watch it just to spite me?” 

“No,” Sirius admits. “We were never going to watch football, Jamie, sorry.” James deflates, and you squeeze him tight around the middle in a show of solidarity. 

“But we can go by the bakery on our way to Marlene’s thing,” Remus says, adding when you perk up, “if we leave soon enough. They make those danishes you like on Fridays, don’t they?” 

“Seriously?” you ask, your voice croaky and hopeful. 

“That’s me, babe,” Sirius teases, “and I’m down to stop by, but only if I get what I’m owed.” At your blank look, he raises a dark brow. “My welcome home kiss?” 

Oh. “You’re gonna have to come down here,” you mumble. He makes a show of rolling his eyes, but obliges you, bending at the waist to take your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours firmly. He does the same to James once you’re done, straightening with a satisfied look on his face. 

“Appeased?” Remus asks placidly. 

“Yes,” Sirius answers, “the evening may now continue. Up, you two. We’ve got places to be.” 

[cavillscurls]

you mentioned that older!boyfriend joel is more of a traditionalist and wants to know you more before doing anything, and i'm genuinely curious about the first date. what's your lore on that?

p.s. you ate with older!boyfriend joel <3

the first date!

no content warnings, pure fluff. it is recommended to read the meet cute installment prior to this one!

older!boyfriend joel masterlist.

older!boyfriend joel whose been budgeting meticulously all week—you’ve finally set a night to go out, and he’s promised to take you to the newest restaurant in town. it’s way out of his usual range, but he wants to make a good impression. a little splurge every now and then won’t hurt anyone.

older!boyfriend joel who feels a little insecure when he puts on his nice black slacks for the first time in god knows how long. they’re a little snug around his tummy once he tucks in his green button up, but they’ll have to do.

older!boyfriend joel whose running product through his curls (the tub may as well be brand new despite sitting in his bathroom cabinet for a few months), spritzing cologne on his neck, trimming his scruff. they’re certainly not daily habits, but the nagging anxiety in the pit of his stomach has him going above and beyond.

older!boyfriend joel who insists on picking you up. you’re out of the way, and he would have had a straighter shot to the restaurant directly from his place, but he doesn’t tell you that.

older!boyfriend joel who stares at the bouquet of roses in the backseat of his truck after he pulls into your driveway, and worries they may be too much for a first date.

older!boyfriend joel whose heart is beating out of his chest when he sees you skipping down the front steps, and it’s too late, so he panics and snatches the bouquet up to meet you halfway. he has to swallow down hard to keep himself in check at the sight of the dress you’re wearing, the smile beaming across your face, the pretty way you’ve done your hair and makeup.

older!boyfriend joel who feels all the stress leave his body as soon as you’re gushing over how pretty the flowers are, telling him he didn’t have to do that, and leaning up on your tip toes to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. he gives you a proper embrace, and leads you to the truck with a hand at the small of your back and a giddy little grin on his face—you like his flowers.

older!boyfriend joel who’s too gentlemanly for his own good: opening each door for you, pulling out your chair at dinner, letting you order first. he’s attentive to you, learning about your life and asking appropriate questions. he’s enamored with the aura you give off, this sort of freedom and liveliness—he could benefit from some of that around.

older!boyfriend joel who’s so amused by the way your laugh gets a little louder and your smile a little brighter after your second drink. if he weren’t driving—and weren’t so damn nervous—he would’ve ordered another. but he doesn’t mind being around to let you let loose. in fact, he feels a sense of pride at your willingness to let your inhibitions down around him so soon.

older!boyfriend joel who notices the way you keep leaning your elbows closer and closer to him across the table, your pretty face propped up in your palms as he tells you about something much more boring in comparison to the stories you’ve shared with him. but you listen nonetheless, and happily so. and it’s nice to feel seen, heard.

older!boyfriend joel who snatches the checkbook right out of the waiter's hand before it even touches the table, slides his card into the slot, and hands it back before you even begin your protest. and when you tell him you don’t mind covering your half, he tells you neither do i.

older!boyfriend joel who suggests an after-dinner stroll and forgets what he was so worried about in the first place when you loop your arm around his and rest your head on his shoulder while you walk.

he tells you he knows another place nearby he wants to check out. there’s momentary confusion on your face when he leads you to a convenience store, but joel just smirks.

“thought we could grab a pint of ice cream,” he says. “make up for the one that melted in your car.”

you throw your head back with laughter, and it’s arguably the sweetest sound.

“you’re quite something, joel miller.” you tell him, and his chest squeezes tight.

and so, you sit together outside of the store on the curb, flimsy spoons battling each other in a pint of ben & jerry’s (cookie dough, he let you choose). and when you finish, he drives you home, windows cracked and the soft sound of the radio in the background. you’ve taken his hand on the center console, and he fights the urge not to squeeze yours every few minutes out of sheer excitement.

when you reach your apartment complex, he walks you to your door and blushes when you tell him you’ve had a really, really nice time—double really.

the anxiety returns when you start to reach for him, but he’s pleasantly put to ease when you simply wrap your arms around his neck and hold him tight. he returns the embrace, this time, looping his arms a little lower, letting his face press into your neck a little more snug.

he’s worried when you pull back, and peer up at him with those sweet eyes, that you’ll be disappointed by what follows. he gets a glint of something, a green light as if to say it’s okay if he wants to kiss you right now.

and he does. fuck, he does. but he also feels eons out of practice. he doesn’t want to come on too strong. he wants to do this right. and if it’s real, this glimmering in his chest, he’s certain you’ll understand. that you’ll feel the same way, too.

instead, he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, tilts you forward, and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. he hears you breathe out a soft chuckle, and the grin spread across your cheeks when he pulls back is enough to tell him you do, indeed, understand. you do feel it too.

“i’ll call you tomorrow?” you whisper, though it sounds more like you’re asking him permission.

he’s more than happy to reassure you.

“i’d like that.”

<3

[lomltrentarnold]

someone — jude bellingham  ₊˚ෆ

contents: 1.6k words, fem!reader (she/her), fwb!bellingham is down bad, lil angsty but happy ending, they like each other so much SIGH

🍓 hana’s note: hi my loves!! hope u enjoy <33 i actually had fun writing this, please tell me what u think 🫶 sorry if nothing makes sense LOL

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Jude was sure that the muscle on his wrist had gotten stronger in the span of three days. He moved to check his phone again for the hundredth time that day. The whole situation feels like a thirteen year old boy waiting for his girlfriend to reply to his text. 

The only difference is that he’s twenty one years old, and his ‘girlfriend’ is not actually his girlfriend. 

His gloomy mood attracted his assistant who was off clicking the keyboard computer.

“Whose text are you waiting for?” they asked, immediately bringing him out of his little pity party.

His heart stuttered, “No one.” he replies, shaking his head, before tucking the phone away into his pocket.

A skeptical look was thrown, “Yeah, sure.” 

Jude took a minute before he relented, “She’s…someone.” he sighed, not really in the mood to throw up his gut to his assistant.

He ran his hands through his hair down to his face, frustrated.

They were sure this ‘someone’ was not just anyone, “The same ‘someone’ who had you giggling and kicking your feet last week?” his assistant smirked, noticing the little smile that Jude always wears every single time he stares at his phone.

But not in the last few days.

Recently, he has been more sad when he stares at his phone.

Heat trailed from the back of his neck to his cheeks, “I was not giggling and kicking my feet.” tummy twisting with nerves.

“Oh, you so were. She has you wrapped around her fingers, Bellingham.” the keyboard clicking stopped, as a teasing smirk was sent his way.

Jude’s heart made a backflip–oh she definitely does– “She’s just.. special. And I really really like her.” his cheeks heating up more as your pretty face fresh flashes in his mind. 

“So? Why don't you ask her out on a date?”

He sighed, “I would, but she’s ghosting me.”

“Someone ghosted THE Jude Bellingham? Damn, your ego must be hurt.” they laughed.

Jude took a deep breath, “It's not about my ego, I just–” he paused, “I thought we were going somewhere, I like her and I thought that she liked me but I guess...” his voice trailing out as sadness coats his words.

His assistant noticed how Jude’s head dropped in disappointment, immediately feeling bad for him, and an idea lightbulb immediately went off, “Go to her place then.”

“What?”

The assistant shrugged their shoulders, “Go to her place. Ask her out.”

He coughed out, “She doesn’t wanna see me.”

“Ask her face to face, get confirmation. If she really doesn’t wanna see you then, fine. But try at least! Fight for her!” their encouragement send Jude into a full dedicated state. Already having a full plan in his head.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Screen lights from the tv illuminated your already dark room with a movie playing in the background. You really should be asleep right now. But your mind was too cloudy with a certain, seriously attractive, very sweet and nice footballer. 

What did you think was gonna happen?

Getting into a friends-with-benefits with someone you harboured a big fat crush on was not the brightest idea. 

Jude is a bigshot footballer, everyones’ starboy, all he needs to do is smile and all girls fall to his feet (including you). The strategy of pushing him away was pretty solid, considering that he might not even notice that you haven’t been replying to his texts. 

He probably has hundreds of girls on his phone anyways.

Not that you care, he can do whatever he wants, he’s not your boyfriend. 

Not your boyfriend. 

Then why does it still bother you?

A sudden knock, broke you out of your spiralling session, shooting your heart rate up. Who knocks at 2 in the morning?

A buzz from your phone alerted you.

—

bellingham :)

I’m outside your apartment

I need to talk to you

—

You contemplated opening the door, what do you even say to him? Another knock. 

Another buzz.

—

bellingham :)

Please.

—

The door swung open and Jude was met with the sight of you, with tired eyes and a scowl on your face. You don't look too happy seeing him, and he doesn't blame you.

“Are you insane?! What do you want, Jude? It’s two in the morning!” you huffed out, taking his wrist and pulling him inside. You do not want to get a complaint from your old cranky neighbours. 

Both of your hands tingle the second it touches, fingers twitching as you hope the other doesn't notice. You move to pause the movie, hands gravitating towards the blanket on your couch before draping it around your shoulders. Trying to cover up your well-loved worn pyjamas.

You look like a mess. 

Jude’s hand sweats in his pockets, his heart was pounding after finally being in your presence. With your messy hair, pretty droopy eyes, paired with your profile being highlighted by the tv. His heart rate shoots up when your eyes meet his. 

You look really pretty.

Focus, Bellingham!

He awkwardly coughs, trying to cut the thick tension in the room, “You still watching that show?” he voiced out, hand gesturing to the tv behind you. 

It was a show recommendation from him. You had made fun of it at first, but then the plot was too good to be ignored, you needed to know how it ends. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I was curious.” voice small as your hands tightened around the blanket, bringing comfort to you.

A beat of awkward silence went on.

And Jude has had enough of it and decided to go for it, head first, no thoughts.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he finally said, saddened brown eyes met yours. You can feel your defence chip away the more you look at him.

You avert your eyes immediately, trying to formulate words, "I'm busy."

"That you ghosted me for three days straight?" he scoffed.

"Jude-"

"I don't think you understand how much you’re in my head." his voice shook, heart trembling in his chest, “I wake up and my first thought is to check if you have texted me back and you know how embarrassing it is to not see anything?"

You scoffed, “So this is about your ego?”

“No! I didn’t say that–“

Another scoff, "Jude don’t lie, you get messages every single day. Your notifications are always flooded! Don’t act like I’m suddenly special!” you rolled your eyes, lungs burning with anger.

His face contorted into confusion before turning into hurt, “Did I give you that impression? That I don't care because you’re not special?” Jude’s voice cracked, maybe it was your head playing tricks but you swore his eyes were glossy with tears. 

Anymore second looking at him than you might just break. 

“Jude-” you started.

“Because I do! I’ll buy you more flowers, pick up your favourite coffee, watch those reality shows that you love so much, we can have a picnic or even a fancy dinner!” he rambled, hands animated as his feet started to move towards you, eyes pleading. “I really want this to work. I want to be in your life, as your boyfriend.” 

The distance between two got so small that you can feel his warm breath hitting your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

He smells like mint.

Did he chew one before he got here?

The call of your name hits your ears, his voice soft and sweet. You really like how he says your name. You miss it. You like him. You miss him.

“Please say something.” Jude whispered, eyes involuntarily dropping to your lips, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“I really really like you.” you softly said, nothing but a whisper but it sends just into cloud nine.

His eyes shined, mouth already opening to say something before you cut him off.

“But-“

His heart dropped.

“But?”

“Jude, you can literally have anyone you want in the world!” you raised your voice. Tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Why does he have to be so complicated? Why won’t he understand that you will never be enough for him?

By now, he can have a general sense on why you ghosted him. You have been insecure and worried ever since this little relationship started. Jude partly understands it, his popularity is intense and the media is poking at every nook and cranny of his life. Judging at the littlest things he does.

But he also doesn’t understand because-

“But, I want you! Don’t want anyone else!” he exclaimed, big calloused hands move to the sides of your face, thumb softly running on your cheeks. “I want you.” he added, softly pressing a kiss at the apple of both of your cheeks.

A lovesick smile broke out on your face before you can even control yourself. “I want you too.”

Jude eyes twinkled at the sight. His heart elevates in the process. Was this a dream?

“Pinch me.” he snickered.

Your hands move around his waist to pinch his skin, “Dork.” you giggled, his smile getting wider at the sound.

A comforting silence blankets over you both. Smitten eyes staring at each other with heavy yearning. Hearts fully enamoured with the other.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, tender and gentle as his hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He can’t get enough of you.

Your whole body was on fire. It has been so long since you both got together.

“Jude-“

“Mhm.” he hummed, lips still pressing against yours. His hands wander to wrap around your waist. It feels like he wants to eat you whole.

He definitely does.

You carefully pull away, chuckling at the small whine that leaves him as he chases you again, “It’s late.” you affectionately scolded.

“Let’s go to sleep then.”

“Together?” you teased.

“Yes, please.”

Well, how can you say no to that?

reblog for a kiss <3

[health7777877]

Top 4 Medical Benefits Of Tummy Tuck - Dr. Ashish Ghuge

Tummy tuck, also known as abdominoplasty, is a surgical procedure designed to improve the appearance of the abdomen. Read on to know the benefits of tummy tuck surgery.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Omg monster!könig with a cat hybrid reader who after a shower (aka getting a bucket of cold water poured on her) insictively rubs herself against him to get his sent back on her

Konig, who is no stranger to water - is an aquatic monster; after all, being submerged in some lake or the sea is his specialty. This is why you're frustrated every time he goes on a mission - he would always lack your scent after this, and it would force your cat nature to rub yourself around him again. Over and over, it's a dance between your instincts and his desire to keep his affection hidden from his troops. He can't have your horny cat nature to make him look soft in front of his men - so every time you want to rub your scent onto him, he'd make you wait until you're both in a secluded room. But oh, the process of drowning you in his scent and then getting drowned in yours...his favorite part of returning after the mission. Obviously, he'd have you shower first - and you're lucky if he aren't just dropping you in the lake immediately. He would carefully clean you up from whatever mess you ended up in...and then smile as he pushes you over him. You're rubbing your leaking, sensitive pussy all over his firm muscles and torso, making sure to get off the feeling of his biceps or thighs flexing and providing a firm surface for your clit to be rubbed. You meow and cry as you rub his scent onto you - sucking his cock, spreading his cum all over your tummy and your face, making sure that you can feel him even after he is gone. It makes your heat a bit more bearable, having the scent of your mate with you all the time - and he loves the way he can still taste you on his tongue even as your meowling form is already safely tucked in the bad as he proceeds with his duties. Having a cat mate has its benefits after all - you're way too precious for him to pass on opportunity to let you rub his scent all over your head as he pats you, and he seeks for an opportunity to cover you in marks as much as possible, hoping that his scent would linger after the next mission.

[erens-heart]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ cw: fem!bodied reader, eren is a bit of a meanie idk, corruption kink, humiliation, virgin!reader, maybe i will make a part two where eren actusally sweeps resder off their feet idk. enjoy. MDNI!!!!!!

eren who has the whole school falling for him.

eren who cares about you, in a non-verbal, brooding kinda way. he doesn’t love you just yet, you just happen to pique his interest because you spoke to him once after class. he’s used to clingy girls, but you seem normal enough.

eren who keeps you at arms length to begin with because he thinks all girls have a hidden agenda, and he swore that he wouldn’t give his heart away! not after the last time…

eren who finds you too cute to ignore. he can’t shake the thoughts he has about you, and after a long day of classes all he can think of is wanting to make you ride his dick. his guess is that you’re a virgin, and have probably never seen one up close.

eren who manages to get your number from a friend of a friend, because it’d be weird if he asked for it himself. he messages you out of the blue one saturday afternoon. you’re hesitant at first, but give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s hot, and you’re curious.

eren who persuades you to meet up at his dorm. you aren’t against the idea, and agree, not realising that this would the beginning of a contract.

eren who puts in more effort than expected. he puts on your favourite movie and offers you a drink from his mini-fridge. you’re swallowing nervously, unsure whether you can trust his facade. you’re uncertain where the evening will take you, but eren’s dorm is comfortable enough so you can’t complain.

eren who sneaks his hand under the blanket to hold your thigh. it’s only ten minutes into the movie and now you’re blushing furiously. you have no way of hiding that you’ve never been touched there before. it’s embarrassing as fuck. he chastely tucks your hair behind your ears whilst you concentrate on the screen.

eren whose fingers are in your mouth shortly after that. he’s looking down at you with dead eyes, whilst you suck on his long fingers. his hands are rough, you can feel the callouses on your tongue, meanwhile the look he’s giving you gives you butterflies, and makes your tummy tingle. you like how small he makes you feel, it turns you on. you pull away, kissing his fingertips softly, one by one, allowing him the time to study your flustered expression. it’s not his first time doing this, you think, catching a glimpse of his predatory eyes.

eren who looks at you like you’re nothing, and cups your chin, using his thumb to caress your jaw like you’re everything.

eren who scoots closer to whisper something dirty in your ear, and smirks against it. he smells so good, and makes you feel like you’re in high school again.

eren who’s thinking of all the ways he can corrupt you, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, so he starts by hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to his bedroom. his rooms even messier than the rest of his dorm, and covered in grungy posters. he throws you onto his bed and climbs ontop of you, whilst you tuck your hands shyly between your legs, not wanting him to see what you’ve got hiding inbetween.

eren who wants nothing more than to rip your panties off, and sticks his head underneath your skirt to admire the outline of your pussy. he pulls your panties up at the front to give you a camel-toe, watching the shape of your cunt become more pronounced.

eren who chuckles whilst you squirm uncomfortably. you’ve never felt so humiliated before in your life. at the same time, you’ve never felt so needy. you’ve touched yourself before, and experimented with a few household objects, but this is different. this is sick. he’s fucking evil.

eren who manhandles you and lifts you up so that you’re on all fours in your short skirt. he has the perfect view of your ass, and your clothed pussy from behind. he can see a dark patch of built-up excitment on your panties that makes his dick ache. he strokes your mound a few times, watching you shake ontop of his bed.

eren who carefully peels your panties down to reveal your glistening pussy slit and leaves your underwear to dangle around your thighs. there is no doubt in his mind that this is your first time, because your pussy is so wet. you’re so exposed. you half hate it, and the other half of you feels like a goddess.

eren who taunts you with his long fingers, and strokes the slit of your cunt with them, watching them get all wet. he slowly sticks one finger in, and feels you clench around it. you’re so tight, he can only imagine what you’ll feel like clenching around his dick instead.

eren who’s careful not to push you too far. he fucks with his fingers, curling them inside you, making you whine and moan. he pulls back occassionally to edge you, patting and slapping your soppy kitty. he knows he can finish you off like this if he wants, but recognises the change in your tone when your orgasm approaches, and immediately stops. your pussy flutters desperately.

eren who flips you onto your back and climbs on top of you again, and uses the entire palm of his hand to rub your pussy. this time he doesn’t stop, and you feel a sudden burst! as though someone’s setting fireworks off in your tummy. you’re grabbing his wrist and sobbing.

[lasercosmesis]

Tummy Tuck for Men: Ultimate Guide

A tummy tuck surgery, also known as abdominoplasty is a cosmetic procedure that helps to remove excessive skin and fat from the abdomen. The surgery also effectively restores a flatter stomach for both men and women. Many individuals believe that a tummy tuck procedure is only for females. However, this is not true, as men also undergo this surgery. 

We have created this comprehensive post to provide readers with an in-depth understanding of tummy tuck for men. We have taken the insights for this post from a leading plastic surgeon, Dr. Medha Bhave, who offers abdominoplasty surgery cost in Mumbai at an affordable price. Let us begin by understanding the benefits of a male tummy tuck. 

What are the Benefits of Tummy Tuck For Men?

Many men accumulate excessive weight in their abdomen. Therefore, once they lose weight, they are only left with stubborn pockets of fat in that area and saggy skin. For such instances, they opt for a tummy tuck procedure, which removes excessive skin and fat from the abdomen to reveal a slimmer physique. If combined with liposuction, a tummy tuck offers a more sculpted abdomen by tightening the muscles and eliminating the excess fat in the area to define the abdominal muscles. This procedure offers men a better aesthetic and stronger core, leading to an increase in self-confidence and a healthier lifestyle.

Who is an Ideal Candidate for a Male Tummy Tuck? 

The plastic surgeon will determine if one can undergo a tummy tuck procedure during a consultation. A suitable candidate for a male tummy tuck must have no underlying conditions and should be at their ideal body weight. Additionally, a tummy tuck for men will not be effective with a protruding belly, which causes large amounts of visceral fat beneath the abdominal wall. Some patients might need to lose weight with diet and exercise to reach a BMI of around 25 before they undergo an abdominoplasty or tummy tuck surgery. 

What is the Difference Between Male and Female Tummy Tuck? 

The placement of the incisions for a male or female tummy tuck surgery is similar as in both cases, an incision is required in the lower abdomen, above the groin. A surgeon will use a flat incision on male patients and a curved incision on female patients to match the female and male aesthetic. Additionally, if a patient needs a full tummy tuck to remove the excessive skin around the navel, the surgeon will need to reposition the navel. 

The sex of the patient will determine how the surgeon reshapes the navel, as there is a slight variation in the size of a male and female belly button. Another difference between a male and female tummy tuck relates to the desired results a patient expects. Where women prefer a more toned stomach, men desire to reveal their six-pack abs. 

What Results Can Be Expected With a Male Tummy Tuck? 

After a tummy tuck surgery, the patient will notice that their abdomen looks slimmer and contoured. As the post-surgical swelling subsides, one will notice improvements in their results. It may require 6-12 months for the swelling in the area to completely disappear, after which one can enjoy the final results of plastic surgery. 

Final Takeaway 

A tummy tuck is an effective procedure for both women and men. If one is interested in undergoing tummy tuck surgery, they must get in touch with a renowned plastic surgeon to find out if they are suitable for the procedure. 

One can schedule a consultation with Dr. Medha Bhave, a popular female cosmetic surgeon in Mumbai, at Laser Cosmesis. She is a prominent plastic surgeon having extensive experience in performing tummy tuck surgery and other transformative aesthetic and plastic surgeries. 

Visit Laser Cosmesis for more details on the surgery!

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

okay, back at it again with the requests, feel free to toss me to the back of the line I love you

I'm thinking of friends with benefits grumpy!Steve who had a bad day and sunshine!Reader who is starting to catch feelings for him and wants to make it better. potentially along the lines of:

the least toxic version of “I can fix him”

18+

It wasn’t like Steve was ignoring you on purpose. He’d invited you round after all. But his day had went from bad to worse since he left you outside your front door that morning with a kiss, and by the time you walked into his bedroom in the evening, he was already face down in bed.

“Rough day?” You’d asked sympathetically, toeing off your shoes so you could clamber onto the mattress with him.

You received a grunt from where his mouth was pressed to his pillow and you pouted, poking a socked toe into his ribs. Steve’s hand caught your ankle, thumb rubbing over the bone there, but he didn’t make any other move to get you closer. So you shuffled over, sundress dancing over your thighs, rucking up higher and higher as you moved. You pushed at Steve’s shoulder until he relented, rolling onto his back with another long suffering groan that only stopped when you straddled him.

He opened his tired eyes, his hands falling from his face to grasp at your bare thighs, a sure sign that he wanted to keep you exactly where you were. You smiled down at him, too happy, squirming against in his lap for good measure. It didn’t take long for you to feel his cock kick up against the lace of your underwear in interest, half hard already, as sleepy as he was.

Steve pouted, “honey—”

“Oh, he speaks,” you quipped, running your hands from his chest to his tummy, soft with that trail of hair that led into his jeans. You traced a finger down his navel, made his hips buck up a little, out of his control. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You left the question open ended and up to him, a no pressure start to a conversation that Steve honestly didn’t have the energy for - at least not right now. So he shrugged and looked apologetic.

“Just a really bad day,” he tried to explain. “M’sorry, I’m just crazy stressed about—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. You leant down and pecked his lips, a sweet and short touch that Steve tried to chase. “You don’t have to get into it right now if you don’t wanna.”

The boy smiled at you gratefully, running his palms up and down your thighs. He squeezed the dough there in thanks and tried to sit up to catch another kiss but Steve frowned when you pushed him back into the sheets.

“Baby, what—?” Steve broke off when you pulled at his belt buckle, popping open the button of his Levi’s. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, Stevie,” you murmured sweetly. Your small hand dipped inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock. You blinked prettily at him, a smile on your face and your bright blue sundress fanning around his thighs. “I can give you head, if you want?”

Steve let out a curse, mouth falling open. You heard him suck in a breath. “Fuck, honey, you don’t need to do that.”

You pouted, eyes glittering because Steve was a sweetheart, but you could see right through him. His cock was throbbing in your hand and when you squeezed experimentally, his head fell back into the sheets, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“What if I want to?”

Another groan, more whiny this time, prettier to hear. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lip tucked between your teeth and you began pumping him in your hand, thumb swirling over the tip. “Yeah, handsome.”

When Steve didn’t argue back, you moved down his legs until you got comfortable between them, tapping at his hip so he lifted up, letting you shuck down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring free. You didn’t tease, not when he was in a mood like this, although the stress seemed to disappear when you lay on your tummy between his spread legs, elbows keeping you up and hands guiding his cock to your waiting mouth.

You licked over the tip of him, tongue flat and eager and Steve immediately fell back onto the bed, hands grabbing at his own hair in fear of pulling yours too hard. “Baby,” he moaned, doing his best to lean up to watch you. You took him into your mouth, tongue flattened against him as you began to suck. “Baby.”

You only released him with an audible pop to drool a little down the length of him, doe eyes holding Steve’s stare as he let out a filthy noise. “Better already?”

Steve could only nod.

[tlou-reid]

Cruel Summer ❆ JJ Maybank

☃︎ SUMMARY: jj is love sick for a kook, much to his friends' dismay

☃︎ WARNINGS: fluff, cussing, that's it really

☃︎ NOTE: welcome to swiftmas 2023! we're happy to have you here!

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And I snuck through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate.

JJ knew John B would tease the shit out of him if he knew what was going on. He could hear the way Kiara would yell at him as he pulled himself up to the top of the fence. JJ!, she would say, for a fucking kook! He couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed or ashamed about his current situation. Not when you were on the other side.

He could see the subtle glow of your fairy lights from where his feet dropped into your family’s garden. He walked a few paces, stopping at the pink azaleas he had seen your mom caring for a few weeks back. He was almost caught that night. Had it not been for the fact that he dropped his hat and had to circle back for it, your mom definitely would’ve noticed the tall blonde creeping around her backyard.

In a way, he thinks it was fate. He wasn’t meant to be caught because he needed to make it to you. But, seeing your mom had him longing to be able to come in through the front door. He wanted to come in and say hello to your parents and pet the over-excitedly family dog. He wanted them to ask him how he was and listen to them talk about their days at work. He wanted to be a part of your family.

He shakes his head to remove any of these longing thoughts. He knew if he wanted it, he had to do something about it. That was the plan for tonight.

He bent down to pick two or three of the pink flowers, neatly tucking them in the back pocket of his jean shorts. He made his way to the trellis that led right up to your bedroom window. He used to hate the way kooks decorated the outside of their houses with stupid shit like this, but it has proven to be incredibly useful. 

The gentle knocks on your window pulled your attention away from the book that was open in your lap. Your tummy erupted into butterflies, knowing JJ was on the other side. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing as you opened the window for him.

He crawled into the room quickly, much smoother than he did when your arrangement first started. At first, he would come over to hook up. You’d met at a party and instantly made a connection, or you thought you did. When he walked away from where you stood and talked, returning to the pogues. Even with the lack of light at the party, you could see the dirty looks JJ’s group of friends sent your way.

And I scream, “For whatever it’s worth, I love you. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

“Hi, JJ!” You excitedly greet him, pulling him in for a hug. Your undefined relationship had grown past just friends with benefits but was still up in the air. “Hey, princess,” he smiled, pulling you flush against him. “How’s your day been?” You smiled at his question, retreating to sit crisscross at the edge of your bed.

JJ looked very out of place as he took the spot next to you. He looked dirty, worn, compared to the bright, beautiful colors of your room. Even compared to you and your glowing skin and bright smile. Maybe that’s why he felt so light when he was in your room.

You began telling him about your day, using your hands to animate the very mundane stories from your day at the private school you attend. Usually, rich people droning on and on about the minor inconveniences they faced throughout their day would be enough to set JJ off. However, the way you lit up as you told your stories and emphasized different parts with your hands and facial expressions made it intriguing.

JJ laughed at your jokes and looked sad when you told him about your struggles. What always made him feel the best, however, was when you finished your stories and turned to him. You always asked the same question, “And what went down in JJ’s world today?” It was silly and some would even call it cringey, but he loved it.

He tells you about his time mowing a few of your neighbor’s yards, and how one of the older ladies had given him a free lunch. He watched your facial expressions as he talked, knowing you couldn’t hide your emotions if you wanted to. He saw your “aww” at the mention of the old lady, knowing who he was talking about.

He also saw the way your face twisted up as he started telling you about the dirtbike races the pogues had gone on today and how John B. scrapped the shit out of his knees. JJ stopped talking once he noticed how unhappy you looked, turning away from you and tensing up.

“Why do you always have to do that?” He said with an attitude. You were learning how easily he could get upset, but you couldn’t really blame him due to how his family life is. Still, you rolled your eyes at his words, “Do what, JJ?” You mirrored his tone, the joyful air that had surrounded you when he first arrived quickly dissipated.

“Get upset when I mention my friends. Sorry they’re not kooky bitches who cry when they get a bad grade.” You rolled your eyes again at his words, shifting your body away from him. “You know I don’t care what or who your friends are.”

“Then what’s your issue then?” He turned back to face you, raising his voice as he spoke, “I listen to you talk about your rich friends and I can’t even tell you one fucking story?” You were getting quickly annoyed as he was making assumptions about your intentions. “JJ, that’s not-” He cut you off, “What is it then?” He was almost yelling now, not caring that your family was still in the house.

“I fucking love you, JJ! I love you and your fucking friends are gonna ruin it! It’s the worst fucking thing that could’ve happened to you, to us! But I fucking love you!” It was your turn to raise your voice. You were ranting, almost, just trying to get your feelings out there. You loved him, but the pogues would never let that happen. You’re not Sarah Cameron, queen of the kooks. You’re just you, and they won’t like that.

You think you’re about to lose your mind when JJ’s smile spreads across his face. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, and it’s pissing you off. You open your mouth to speak, but he stops you by pulling you in for a kiss. The most passionate one you two had shared up until this point.

Once he pulls away, he holds your hands in his lap as he speaks, “When have I ever given a shit about what they think?” In his own, messed up kind of way, this is JJ’s way of telling you he loved you too. This was confirmed when he stood up and retrieved the crushed flowers from his back pocket. He handed them to you and you both erupted into laughter at the state of them.

[storm-angel989]

Outside The Office Part Thirty

“Hey, princess. You have to wake up now.” 

The  sound of Vox’s voice and the feeling of his hand startled me awake. I sat up quickly, the blanket falling from where my head had been tucked in. Gone was the warm, protective darkness of Valentino’s wings. Instead, the blankets were wrapped tightly- mimicking his hold on me. My head ached, and I wondered how he had managed to get me into bed without waking me up.

“Where’s Val?” I asked as I looked around the room. 

“Valentino went to go handle something, and he left me in charge of making sure you, my dear, eat dinner and don’t sleep for too long. We’re going out tonight! Drugs should be well out of your system by now, so up you go!” He said in a sing-song voice. “Com’on now!”

I groaned and flopped back down under the covers. “My head hurts.”

“Shocking,” he said sarcastically. “Here, drink this,” he untwisted the cap and handed me a bottle of sweet sixteen. “All of it, in your tummy. Then I’m checking your vitals, and then you can get up.”

I scowled at him. “I would say you act like my Dad, but that would be an insult to you.” 

“Aw, love you too princess. Now drink up.” He replied as he pressed the back of his hand to my head. “All of it.”

I took a sip. And then another. Instantly, the headache began to fade. 

 “You will actually make a great Dad one day, you know.” I said between sips. 

He rolled his eyes. “No. Vel and I don’t want kids, but I’ll make a hell of an Uncle whenever you and Val decide the time is right.”

I paused and lowered the bottle. Kids? I hadn’t thought that far ahead.  “Can that even happen? Can I get pregnant?” I asked. 

Vox shrugged and pulled his hand away. “Do you still get your period in hell?”

I felt myself flush. “I mean, yeah. On time, every month. Just like in heaven.”

“Then there you have it- yes. You and Valentino can have kids. It’s just a matter of trying, I would think.” He paused. “Not that I’m rushing or encouraging it, but you brought it up.”

I felt a shiver run down me. Valentino had to have had sex with thousands of demons in his line of work. Was Vox implying something? 

“Wait, does Valentino already have…”

Vox let out a laugh and cut me off. “Fuck no. God, that would be awful. No, princess, he would have to want them in order to have them. That’s why you two can fuck all you want and not have a single worry. Part of the perk of being the Overlord of Lust. Until he decides, really decides he wants to procreate, he won’t physically be able to.”

I took another sip of my drink as I considered his words. “I would need a big diamond on my finger before kids are even a thought. And a wedding. Do people, demons, get married in hell?”

“Sure do,” Vox said. He sat down next to me and took my wrist in his hand. “Demon weddings are a good time, might I add.” 

I squirmed ever so slightly as he took my pulse, but tried to exhale and stay calm. “Don’t you have my vitals synched from my watch to your phone?”

“Sure do. I like to check the accuracy though. Make sure the data is correct,” he replied as he clipped a pulse oximeter to my finger. “Why are you so fidgety?”

“I don’t particularly like medical stuff being done to me,” I replied honestly. “I mean, it's one thing to play around with it, or like, when Valentino and I are in bed, but it's another thing when it's serious.”

“And why is that? Did something happen when you were with the angels? Cause I don’t have any record of any major surgeries or traumatic events or things like that?” Vox asked as he leaned back, waiting for my answer. 

I shrugged. “I got held down alot when I was little. I didn’t like shots, and it didn’t take much for me to be pushed down and forced to stay still. I mean, it was for my own benefit of course, but…”

“There are better ways,” Vox finished for me. He shook his head, looking absolutely disgusted. “Fuckin angels.” 

I let his comment go. “It’s weird though, because, I mean, when my head is on Valentino’s body, I feel the opposite. Safe. Secure. And I don’t mind him taking my pulse when he’s not looking to…do something medical with the information, if that makes sense?”

“It does- and I appreciate you sharing that with me. I’ll bear it in mind.” He squeezed my shoulder gently with his other hand. “Our goal is to keep you safe, so you’ll never fully escape getting checked over, but at least we’ll make sure you consent. Can you agree to that?”

I nodded. 

“And on your other note, I think listening to the heartbeat of someone you love is much, much different than being held down and medicine painfully forced into your body.” He released my wrist and reached into his bag.  “But speaking of heartbeats, I do need to listen to yours. You good with that?” Vox asked as he pulled a stethoscope out of his backpack.

I nodded and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Thanks for asking. I am. I trust you. You didn’t tattle on me.”

“No, you tattled on yourself. And I’m glad you did. Stop talking for a second, let me listen.” Vox said as he pressed the disk to my chest. “Good, now deep breath in. And out. 

I stayed still and tried to relax. His touch was light. Gentle. Finally, he pulled back and draped the scope around his neck. 

“Heart sounds good. Lungs do too. Let me check your blood pressure and you’ll be all good. You need to keep drinking.” His voice softened ever so slightly. “Which arm did Val put the IV in? I’ll use the other arm.” 

I offered him the opposite arm and he wrapped the cuff around. I felt the nerves begin to settle. 

“So, why do you know how to take vitals? I mean, I sort of get Valentino but, why you?” I asked. 

He paused and looked at me. “Data accuracy. If something I create reads a number, I want to make sure it's right. And I don’t trust anyone other than myself, so I learned basic skills. Vitals I mean. I technically could take blood or put an IV in but if given the choice between a nurse or me, pick the nurse. For your own benefit. Now shush for like one minute.”

I waited patiently until he deflated the cuff. He seemed satisfied and tucked everything back into his bag. I took the last drink from the bottle of sweet sixteen and set the empty bottle on the nightstand. Silence from Vox as he typed furiously on his phone. 

“Am I okay?” I asked after a few moments of quiet.

He looked unconcerned. “Mhm, yep. You’re fine. Vel’s going to be late, which means it's you and me, kid.” He stood up and swung his bag over his shoulder. “Look, why don’t you go shower and get yourself comfortable for the night? I’ll get to work on dinner. Vel will join us eventually, but I think eating here before we go out will be a nice change of pace. And fits with what you’re trying to do a bit better. Agreed?”

He saw me hesitate. 

“Oh no. You don’t get to tell me you’re not a fan of my cooking after all this. Come on, you can help.” He took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. “Go shower, get yourself comfortable and meet me in the kitchen in twenty minutes. I’ll get the prepwork all done.” 

I watched as he strolled out of the room and closed the door behind him. Vox really did mean what he said- eating at home, supporting my choices. I took a quick shower and wrapped myself in my comfiest pajamas  before walking into the kitchen to join him.  

“You’re brave, cooking with Vox isn’t my idea of a good time.” Velvette said as I walked into the living room. “And come see me once he gets everything in the oven. I’ll do your hair while we wait.” 

“Hey! Come on over kid!” Vox said cheerfully as I stepped into the kitchen.

I popped myself up into the usual place on the counter. “Whatcha making?”

“Something yummy. Here, try this.” He stirred something in a pot and offered me the spoon. 

Again I hesitated but let him put the spoon in my mouth. Warmness, an spicy and sweet. It was delicious. 

“Damn, Vox- what is that?” I asked.

He beamed. “You like? It’s the sauce for the pasta. We’re having one of my personal favorites for dinner tonight, along with chicken and spinach meatballs and a big tossed salad. A few carbs, good protein, all the things your body is going to need to get back on track.” He stuck the spoon back in the pot and stirred.

“What can I do to help?” I asked as he moved fluidly around the kitchen. 

“You can sit there and talk to me. Information, kid. I want to know more about what they fed you, I want to know about how your day to day routine went. And I really want to know if you’ve ever heard the name Alastor.” His voice caught on the name. “And any information you have on him.”

I tried to think back. Vox had mentioned his name before and at the time, it hadn’t meant much to me. I was more wrapped up in the moment to pay much attention to the cause of his rage baking. But now that he mentioned it, the name was familiar. 

“Alastor. I know the name, I just don’t remember why.” I said finally. 

“So walk me through your day, maybe it will trigger something,” he answered eagerly. “Start with waking up. What did you day look like?”

My day? Depended on the age.

As soon as I was old enough to talk, my day started at four. Memories of my father in the kitchen, making sure I ate what he cooked. Days spent either in his office, or in the arms of one of his many “brothers”- my Uncles. If I wasn’t being taught a skill or concept, I was by their side.  I was on base constantly, a shadow to the soldiers. I learned how to eat, speak, breath, control, be controlled, clean, and act like one by process of diffusion. I knew nothing else. 

It wasn’t until I was old enough to dress myself that things began to change. Dad became stricter, and my focus shifted from tagging along to participating. Memories of one of my most favorite “Uncles” running alongside me, slowing his pace to mine. My father yelling at me to speed up. Training drills with my wings out, falling to the ground after a hard hit. Whining wasn’t tolerated. I learned how to take the beating and get back up as if nothing happened. 

That wasn’t to say I wasn’t taken care of in a sense. Nor was it all bad. My father wasn’t always completely harsh. But when we were on base, which was most of the time, his job was to train and lead. And that was his focus. Making strong soldiers. 

Vox was quiet as I talked him through the details.

“Did he ever offer you comfort? Was he ever kind?” He asked after a few moments of silence.

I shrugged. “I mean, sure. When I was little I would climb into his bed and cry out nightmares. Or he would put bandaids on boo boos. But it wasn’t exactly his strong point- some of the others had daughters and he was more than happy to let them handle the softer points.” 

Vox shook his head in disgust as he put a pan into the oven. “Kids deserve love. No wonder you have such a…”

“Fucked up idea of things? And Dad loved me, Vox. It was just a different kind of love.” 

“I don’t know if I would call that love, kid,” he answered. 

“Vox has a point, mi amore.” Valentino’s voice entered the room.

I turned my head and looked as Valentino walked into the kitchen. He kissed the top of my head. “Sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up love.” 

I shrugged. “No big deal.”

“Can we get back to the whole kid who grew up without love thing, because that’s fucked up,” Velvette said as she joined us. She pulled herself up next to me.

I frowned. This conversation was quickly becoming incredibly uncomfortable. “It was love,” I protested. “Just a different kind of love.”

“Mmm, no, it wasn’t. But you’ll learn the difference, one way or another, eventually,” Valentino replied. 

He seemed to sense my unease because he immediately turned to Vox and changed the subject.

“What are you making, anyway? It smells good.” He gave Velvette a meaningful look and she jumped down from the counter.

“Hey, reader, let’s get you dressed for the night, its going to be a blast! Come on, I have the perfect outfit in mind!”

Grateful for the escape, I followed her down to her room.

[saynomorefic]

For Day 10: Travel, Simon's Month 2024 hosted by @youngroyals-events <33

Simon and Wille hike Salto Ángel (Angel Falls) in Venezuela.

Read on ao3 or below the cut!

“We’re almost there, long legs,” Simon teased, clutching the straps of his backpack tighter and looking down at the trail behind him.

“Easy for you to say after your fucking triathlon,” he puffed, leaning against the rail. Wille had been so tied up with the crown lately that he hardly had time to eat and sleep, and Simon only took a little bit of pride that he could outpace Wille on their jogs (and apparently hikes). He’d also developed a bit of a tummy, which Simon loved with all of his heart. Wille looked healthy and manly, not like his pale and anxious teenage self, and it made Simon so proud of how far they’d come. 

“It was not a triathlon, Wille. It was a half marathon with an optional biking component at the end.” It was one of those marathons for charity, and Simon had only agreed to it as an excuse to spend time with Rosh and get out of the castle for something other than work. It also made Kristina happy; something about philanthropy and the children’s hospital that the marathon benefitted. While Simon did care about that, he thought there were perhaps better ways to contribute to the cause. Yet he didn’t mind the perks, and Wille certainly didn’t either.

“Whatever, come here,” Wille panted, finally gaining on Simon and leaning in for a sweaty kiss.

“Gross,” Simon laughed into his mouth, making no moves to stop it. Malin rounded the bend behind them. Simon had a feeling she was not his biggest fan at the present moment either. 

“It’s just a little longer until we get to the lookout point. I promise.” He sounded more confident than he felt. Wille shucked his backpack onto the ground and reached for his water, looking out at the valley below them. He winced when he reached back down. Their backs were also not what they used to be. 

“Let’s go then,” he smiled, bumping Simon on the shoulder and trailing Joakim. 

Salto Ángel came back into view, impossibly tall and fast. The closer they hiked the louder it was, and the tighter mist clung to their clothes. Simon felt a small surge of pride that Venezuela was home to the tallest waterfall in the world. He had been planning to take Wille for the last couple of years, but the timing had never been right. They finally convinced Kristina to let them go, of course with a full security dispatch and the help of the Swedish embassy. They were just in time for the court’s slow season and the Southern hemisphere’s winter temperatures. Linda and Sara stayed behind for this particular adventure, likely preferring time with their family on the coast, but at that moment Simon wished they could’ve been there. The spray formed a thin layer on his face, hopefully masking the tears brimming behind his eyes. 

Wille draped his arm across Simon’s back and tucked his head on his shoulder. “Thank you for sharing this with me,” he breathed. Simon turned and kissed the side of his head, lost for words. They stood there for minutes, taking in the sound of the waterfall and birdsong. Simon wondered how many people had bathed, drank, and frolicked in these waters before him; what kinds of legends or gods people found at the base. He felt such extreme longing, a difficult feeling that sat low in his stomach he was so used to ignoring. But here, with this view, in his motherland with the person he loved most, he felt surrounded by it. 

Wille pulled away, gentling his phone from his pocket to take some pictures. After some scenic shots, he turned and took one of Simon, who quickly wiped away his tears. Malin had them pose in front of the falls, directing them into the spot with the best angle of the falls behind them. Suddenly, Wille told her to stop, then fumbling for something in his jacket pocket. 

He pulled out a ring box and flipped it open. “Remember?” He asked Simon, grinning widely and reaching for Simon’s hand. Amidst the chaos of travel Simon had completely forgotten that Wille told him - no, promised him - they would take their engagement photos at the falls. Of course Wille schlepped their rings across the many flights and boat rides it took to get to this single hike. 

Simon slid Wille’s ring onto his long finger, a simple yet beautiful white gold band with one gold accent that perfectly inverted his own gold ring with a white gold accent. He placed his hand over Wille’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of his ribs, the gentle beating of his heart. At each shutter of the phone camera, they moved slightly, looking at each other and kissing. Simon could’ve never in his wildest dreams they would be here, all these years later, in each other’s company like this. They made it. 

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! Fun fact: Salto Ángel, or Angel Falls, in addition to being the world’s tallest waterfall, is also inspiration for the magnificent waterfall in Pixar’s UP! I understand that travel to the falls is very difficult (lots of flights and boat rides), and there have also been a lot of socioeconomic and political challenges in Venezuela in recent years that I by no means wish to gloss over with this ficlet. However, plenty of people travel through all kinds of situations to be able to go to their homelands, despite how much stark privilege that entails. I hope that the people of Venezuela get justice (their upcoming elections are July 28th), and that the humanitarian crises will end. Fic sources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Falls To learn more about Venezuela's humanitarian situation: https://www.hrw.org/world-report/2024/country-chapters/venezuela I also did not like much of the coverage I found, mostly from BBC and AP, it felt very clearly neoliberal and colonial in its messaging, so if anyone has any more resources or research, or anything else on the subject they want to share as long as it's not hateful, please feel free to post in the comments <3   Part 2 of this ficlet will be for Day 16: Venezuela!

[pink-whiskey-woman]

Black and Blue

It was a cool crisp November evening, the kind that didn’t quite signal fall but one that made it seem like summer had extended. It was the evening of the police department annual gala benefit, an event Tim hated to go to but went for the camaraderie and in his words “ to show off my beautiful girl” After getting showered and ready you came down the stairs to find Tim looking absolutely delicious in a black fitted tux, crisp white shirt and black tie, his hair slicked back. His cologne permeated the air faintly and he had that shit eating grin on his face as you finished your descent slightly teetering  on your heels, cocktail dress hugging your frame seductively with a knee high slt and in a turquoise color. You gathered your clutch and added one more swipe of berry lis and out the door you two went. Driving to the event Tim’s hand never left your thigh softly caressing it up and down and the goosebumps building on your arms as the slight pool of arousal pooling inside. After a short drive to the reception space you valeted your car and walked in. Chatting aimlessly with Tim;s coworkers meant the dinner would hopefully start soon and you could escape into eating and away from the pointless chit chat. You enjoyed these events for Tim's sake but hated small talk and the fake niceties with the other wives and girlfriends. After a lovely meal of filet mignon and mashed potatoes dessert was presented a berry shortcake with extra whipped cream. “My favorite!”, you squealed softly as you tucked into the soft cake and berry sauce, whipped cream stuck on your lipstick. Tim turned around and kissed it off of you, that glint in his eye that gave you every indication he was ready to get out of there and go back home and enjoy you as his dessert.  You put your spoon down and grabbed your clutch, said your goodbyes and hightailed it outta there. On the drive home you put the windows down letting the wind blow your hair and the sweet smell of lavender drift in. Tim unloosened his tie and the mere thought of that sent your insides into a tailspin. The moonlight glinted off his face highlighting his strong nose and jaw, the silver streaks in his hair and you just sat quietly and admired how handsome he was. You couldn’t wait to get home and just let him ravish you. Not more than 5 minutes passed and you pulled in your drive practically dragged over the drivers side and out of the door by Tim.  You got in and headed upstairs to your bedroom. Tim tossed his jacket off, unloosened his tie a little more and rolled his sleeves up, his strong forearms peeking out. You kicked your heels off and turned around to find Tim sitting on the edge of the bed, legs slightly parted for you to step in and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “You looked so sexy tonight, why did you want to leave so early”?” “ As soon as I saw you come down those stairs I knew I had to get you home so I could get you out of that dress as soon as possible” he whispered in your ear as his massive fingers toyed dangerously with the zipper at the back of your dress. You turned around facing away from him as you felt him stand up his erection hard against your lower back as Tim slowly unzipped your dress and ghosted his lips over your shoulders and back.

The zipper stopped right at the small of your back and Tim bent down to kiss the spot right above where our panties started sending shivers down your spine and fire in your insides. He slipped the dress off of you and let it pool to the floor, a shimmering reminder of what secrets lie beneath which were a teal lacy bra and matching thong covering the parts of you Tim loves the most. As you slipped the tie off of his neck you slowly and deliriously unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt trailing kisses over his collarbones and strong chest and soft tummy, the dark trail of hair to his manhood leading the way for your lips to go. Tim unbuttoned his pants and kicked them off along with his boxers, liberating his love stick from its prison. He backed you to the bed and pushed you on it softly, his cock already a shade of crimson and weeping precum. You took and swirled your finger over it and into your mouth tasting the heady salty mixture. You scooted your way up the bed and onto the pillows. Tim braced himself over you resting on his arms, his biceps full and flexed and thick and kissed you deeply and hard. He grabbed his tie and restrained your wrists over your head as he tickled his lips against your jaw, your collarbones and down your chest to your breasts thumbing and rolling your nipples until they became hard pebbles and making you squirm underneath his broad big frame. He continued his lips down your soft stomach until he reached the top of your mound.  You closed your eyes and felt his mustache tickle your skin raising goosebumps on your flesh. He dipped his head lower and swirled his tongue against your cit and one finger pumped in slowly and each finger thereafter added until he was three fingers deep pumping you and sucking on your clit like it was his jb. He pushed himself off only for him to lift his hips up enough to where his raging hard cock was in your mouth. Lips parted he eased himself in slowly as your tongue swirled against his head and shaft inch by inch descending down your throat until he was inside fully, tears pricking your eyes and drool puddling in your mouth as you tasted how delicious your husband was. He eased himself out slowly and returned to sucking and biting your cit releasing orgasms one and two from you as the fire continued  to burn inside you. Tim released your wrists and flipped you on your stomach ass in the air just like he liked it and began to ease himself into your dripping folds. The thrusts started off slowly and you could feel each inch stretch and fill you as your moans began getting louder and escaping your throat. His hips canted and he began pummeling into you at a deeper pace pushing you down further into the mattress as his cock was hitting you at angles and spots  you didn’t know existed. The moans turned into screams of faster and more that were getting choked out of you as his fingers dug into your hips as he began thrusting harder. “ Baby, I’m so close” you stuttered out through mangled screams and an errant tear or two. You could feel the lava boiling inside of you and Tim's thrusts were kissing your sweet spot in a way he never had before and as fast and blinding as it was you released all of your guts like rainfall over hs cock, your sheets and his thighs. Tim continued to thrust and shortly after wrapped his free hand around your waist chest melting into your back as he released inside of you his thick cum painting you like a mona lisa on canvas. He finished and gently eased out of you curling beside you and kissing your neck. You rolled over to face him and kissed him sweetly, this tough as nails man who would do everything in his power to please you. No words needed to be spoken, you got up cleaned off and nestled your sweaty sticky naked bodies next to each other, moonlight pouring in the windows as you both fell asleep in each other's arms and ready for the moonlight to allow you both to succumb to each other's touch once more.

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[safety-writes-noms]

Hi hello it's me again, heard you wanted asks-

I was wondering if you had any more thoughts on spider noir? I'm sorry I'm just really obsessed with him hshsh

Have a great day/or night!

I got you covered! i actually love asks so send as many as you want

vore below cut !!

noir has a small tendency to put people in his over coat’s pockets. His reasoning is something like ‘if they’re not made to hold my friends, then why are they there,’ and he sort of uses it for both emergency situations (carrying around civilians) and casual. But when he can’t, (and he’d actually rather not use his pockets since it’s a lot more dangerous during a fight,) he’ll give the person a quick heads up and nom them before they can fully process what he just said and start panicking.

He understands that it’s scary, genuinely terrifying to a person who doesn’t know what’s going on or happening. He tries his best so that he doesn’t have to nom the person, but ultimately it’s the safest option, if not the most panic inducing one. He hates being the one to cause people’s fear, but he’d rather the person be alive and hate him forever than be dead. Besides, most people calm down a little when he finds an opportunity to tell them that no, they’re not dying, and yes, this is completely safe. Of course that can be a little difficult when you’re scrapping with multidimensional monsters. Or just the normal villains from his world.

(I'm switching over to my phone rn so pls excuse any spelling errors 😭)

Anyways, he always feels incredibly guilty when he has to get someone to safety via transportation to his stomach and he doesn't have the time to explain that what he's doing is for their benefit. It makes him feel like a monster :(

Basically, while he's in the middle of a fight, he has to let the person he's tucked away stew in the assumption that he tried to kill them when they looked to him for safety until he manages to explain things.

But when he does receive the green light in a safe and casual situation (hanging out together, etc) it makes him feel really warm. He sees it as the person trusting him enough to let him welcome them into the deepest parts of himself. Literally. And in turn, he becomes fiercely protective over them. He has that person's trust -- it'll be a cold day in hell if he betrays it or lets them be injured in any way.

he's not one to be impatient if someone is hesitating with the prospect of noms (again, in a safe situation. if he's in the middle of a dangerous one he can't afford to let them take their time no matter how much he wishes he could) and is completely understanding. Noir would actually prefer for you to take as much time as you need, content with letting you move at your own pace. you absolutely know this sweetheart has a whole bunch of safewords or actions (two taps for okay, one tap for stop, three for wait, etc) and makes sure you know them too. Your comfort is incredibly important to him.

he's one of those preds that let you wait in his mouth for however long you want, just in case you decide to change your mind. Him trying to keep his breathing soft and slow so it doesn't alarm or frighten you in any way, making sure his tongue isn't moving too much underneath you, inwardly wondering if you're fine with your clothes getting a little soaked from his saliva. especially if it's your first time. he always feels so happy that you trust him enough with your first ever experience with noms and is determined to make sure it goes well.

then he'll be slow and careful as he tilts his head back and let's you slide down into his tummy as gently as he can.