#i get bloated too fast and it hurts to drink

[strang3lov3]

Better or Worse

“So,” Joel says, wrapping his arm around your side and pulling you against his bare torso, “Daddy’s gonna stuff ya full and slow the bleed. That way you’re not soakin’ through the mattress all night. S’that make sense, Pumpkin?”

Tags - dark daddy!joel, one shot, dubcon, smut, unprotected piv, daddy kink/ddlg dynamics, kinda icky/invasive at times, girthy legal age gap, diminutive nicknames, period sex, liiitle bit of blood kink, cockwarming, big dick joelie makes it fit, blood as lube, the cramps that hurt you feel good for joel lmao, fingering, somno, dark fluff, implied captivity, pms symptoms - reader is described as feeling/looking bloated and having some acne, was previously malnourished and missing her period. Joel's not so scarydaddy here, guys. Pretty gentle and sweet in this one if I do say so myself. 5k words A/N - hey gamers :) told yall I didn’t forget about dark daddy!! Thank you for your patience, and I hope it hits the spot. Love y'all.

You’ve been reading the same sentence over and over in your book for what feels like hours, maybe. Can’t remember the last time you turned a page and at this point, and you can’t remember what’s going on in the story. All you feel is an awful, nagging throb in your skull, pulsing in your fucking ear. It’s like TV fuzz in your brain. 

You get up with a stretch, pausing to sit back down because you stood up too fast, and all that blood rushing back to your brain makes your head pound even worse. At least it’s overcast out, right? God, the thought of sunlight makes you want to puke. You have no clue why you feel so bad right now. You’re not sick. 

When you’re ready, you head to the kitchen and open the cabinet where Joel keeps some odds and ends. A basket full of old, loose bandaids that have long since turned yellow. Petroleum jelly. Allen wrenches and Flintstone vitamins that are all melted together and stuck at the bottom of the bottle. Just shit that should’ve been thrown away long ago, or made its way down from the medicine cabinet upstairs and never returned home. 

Tylenol. It’s right on the top shelf, just out of reach. You stand on your toes to reach it, using your fingertips to nudge it closer to the edge. You try to catch it before it falls, but a larger hand beats you to it. “Nuh-uh,” Joel says, snatching the bottle right up. “You save that for your old man, hm? My back’s thirty goddamn years older’n yours, kid.” 

“So?” 

“So,” Joel drawls, “You leave ‘em be. Them pills are in short supply, too.” And old, and losing potency. Joel idly wonders if they even do anything anymore, if they’re just placebos at this point. Placebo or not, they’re his. “Whatcha even need Tylenol for, honey?” 

“I have a headache,” you answer, mentally cursing yourself as soon as the words slip from your lips. “Fuck.” 

Joel’s eyebrows shoot up at the swear; a simple, wordless warning is all the acknowledgment he gives it. “I know you didn’t just say a headache. What am I gonna tell ya?” 

“I don’t knowwww,” you murmur, avoiding Joel’s gaze. 

“Yes, y’do. What’m I gonna say?”

That you’re probably dehydrated. But you don’t answer Joel. You just slide past him and reach for the knob of a different cabinet door, picking out your favorite glass - it’s decorated in images of a little black cat, the paint faded and scratched and gray. Joel says the cat’s name is Felix. Was a cartoon he used to watch as a kid.

You fill your glass with water and drink it, eyeing Joel the whole time. He stands with his arms crossed, biceps bulging in his t-shirt as he wears his stupid, knowing grin, a grin that you can’t help but smile back at. Joel chuckles fondly at you smiling into the glass. 

You sigh as you set your glass down, refreshed by the cool water. “Attagirl,” Joel praises, then takes a couple of strides across the kitchen and meets you at the sink and fills your glass right back up. “Again.” 

“Again?”

“Mhm.”

You drink the second glass, glaring at him the whole time. Making a little show of it, just to rub his nose in your irritation a little. “Oh, I know. It’s so terrible, havin’ clean water to drink. I torture ya, don’t I?”

“You do, though.”

You take your place back on the couch, opening up your book again. Joel follows you, then gently removes the book from your hands. “Hey–” He finds your bookmark and places it between the pages, remembering when you told him, “I don’t like when you do that.”

“Do what?” he’d asked.

“Fold the pages.”

He hasn’t dog-eared a page of yours since. Joel places the book on the end table, then takes your head between both of his large palms, and tilts it back, back, resting you against the plush upholstery of the couch. And then, oh. Joel’s rubbing your temples with his calloused thumbs, watching as those favorite eyes of his slide shut. “Mmm…” you sigh, melting under his warm hands. 

“That helpin’ a little?”

A lazy nod of your head has Joel chuckling. You’re just like a kitten, happily purring like he’s scratching your fuzzy little chin with those big fingers of his, all curled up and blissed out. 

“What’s got your head achin’, Pumpkin?”

You shrug. Joel looks out the window at the blooming flowers you’ve been watering on his porch, taking very special care of. God, you. Your innocence. Joel’s sweet, tender-hearted girl. It really does drive him fucking nuts that you leave food on the porch, attracting raccoons all sorts of other critters late at night. Chipmunks in the morning, chipmunks you’ve named and fattened up and giggle at. Joel sighs, “Maybe it’s the weather changin’. Or allergies, or somethin’ like that.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Maybe.”

Hours later, Joel finds you in the hallway, standing just inches away from the big, dusty mirror. You’re pulling the fabric of your shirt taught over your stomach, frowning at the reflected image before lifting the shirt’s hem and poking at yourself experimentally. 

He stands behind you, putting his two, large palms on your shoulders. “Whatcha poutin’ about now, sweetheart?” he asks, rubbing you with his thumbs. He kisses the top of your head to see if you’ll smile, but you don’t. “Thought we fixed that achy head’a yours.” 

“I’m like…bloated or something,” you mumble, pinching and prodding at your soft stomach. You turn to the side and then suck in your gut, and frown harder. 

Joel hates the look on your face. Your brows pinched together, eyes narrowed at your reflection as you visually pick yourself apart, scrutinizing every little detail of yourself that Joel loves. Trying to fix a problem that’s not there. “Hey, knock it off, kiddo. S’enough.” Joel pushes your hand away. “A lil’ tummy never hurt no one. S’okay,” he urges softly, rubbing your arm. What’s going on with you?

“No, Joel. Lookl–” 

“Listen, Pumpkin,” Joel jokes, patting his own stomach, “Your old man ain’t exactly model-thin, either. See?” hoping it’ll make you laugh, but it doesn’t. Instead, you’re ignoring him and onto the next thing, focusing on a tiny little blemish on your chin. He exhales through his nose, “I said, enough, sweetheart. Quit pickin’ at yourself.” 

“But I have a zit.” 

Joel spins you around, looking at the little mark himself. He frowns and furrows his brows, chewing on his lip as he examines your face. “Daddy, please,” you whine, pulling away from him. “Don’t look at me. I look horrible.” 

Joel wonders where a comment like that came from. He’s saddened by it, honestly, and confused. You don’t look horrible. Just the opposite, in fact. 

“M’your daddy, an’ I’ll look at that beautiful face if I wanna.” He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger as he turns your face slowly to the left and then to the right, admiring every detail on your skin - including that little zit. 

After pausing, Joel clicks his tongue. “Ah, shit. Y’know what, I think you’re right,” he mutters solemnly. “God. This is just terrible, honey.” 

Your face drops, and your eyes go wide at his words. “What?”

“Mhm. Reckon we’re gonna have to amputate.” Joel tsks then, a smile playing at the corner of his lip. “Damn, what a shame. I kinda liked ya, kid. Ooohhhhh welllll…” 

Now that earns him a smile. And an eye roll, of course, and you gently shoving him away. But Joel catches your arm and pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head again. 

“You’re not funny, Daddy.” 

“Eh. Maybe so. Think I’ll live,” Joel shoots back. 

“You don’t get it. I look…I don’t know. It’s like - like–” you stutter, trying to find the words. Everything is wrong. Your face, your body, your hair. Your mood. You. You almost feel claustrophobic, surrounded by your own upset. There’s this constant, nagging storm cloud that follows you around, and it’s raging inside you too. Inescapable.

“Daddy sure as hell ain’t ever won a beauty pageant in his whole life, darlin’. See all these wrinkles? Y’got my ugly mug beat by a landslide, honey.”

“But those are wrinkles,” you argue. “Not a fat fu…” you stop yourself before you swear again, “Zit,” you say.

“What if I told you I had a face full’a zits when I was your age?”

“It wouldn’t matter. That was forever ago.” 

Joel scoffs. Always have an answer for everything, don’t you? “Watch it. Wasn’t forever ago.” Joel’s brows briefly pinch together as he quickly does the mental math - it kind of was forever ago, actually. “‘Sides. There’s always gonna be somethin’ on ya that you don’t like. Gotta learn to live with it, right?”

“I guess,” you mumble.

“Sweetheart, y’look fine,” Joel whispers, holding your cheeks in his palms. “You’re beautiful. Ain’t no two ways about it.” He rubs your soft skin with his thumbs, so profoundly tender and gentle. “What’s gotten ya feelin’ so blue today?” 

“I don’t know,” you tell Joel, initiating a hug on your own. You don’t always do that, and it catches Joel off guard a little. He just hugs you back, watching the two of you in the mirror. Your face buried in his chest, looking so…down. Joel cups the bottom of your skull in his large hand, kisses the top of your head, and then trails his fingers down your spine. 

You’re squirmy on the couch. Constantly shifting as you shove handful after handful of popcorn into your mouth. Joel hasn’t seen you eat so voraciously since he found you all those months ago, and returned to you the second day with a warm thermos of chicken and noodles. Not like he minds, though. Eat him out of house and home, that’s what he’s there for. Joel makes no comment on your appetite. 

“My stomach hurts,” you mumble through a mouthful of popcorn. 

But he does have an inkling of what may be going on. 

“Maybe y’need to go potty,” Joel offers. 

“No,” you shake your head. “Not like that. It’s like…I don’t know.”

It’d make sense, right? You’ve been in his care for months now, healthy again. No longer malnourished, eating proteins and fats and vegetables on the regular. And if he is right, it’d explain the bloating, and the acne - again, not that he gives a shit. And it’d explain your mood, too. Or not. You’ve always been a little testy with him, a little bratty. To be expected. Joel’s given you boundaries, and it’s natural for you to want to push on them. Find out how serious he is. You’ve learned many times, though it never seems to stick. Persistent, persistent girl...

Joel guesses that he’ll see. 

You sit up and peel off your blanket, dropping it on Joel’s lap. “Where are you off to?” Joel asks. 

“I think I’m ready for bed,” you yawn, holding a hand on your lower stomach. 

“Yeah?” Joel stands up, the blanket falls to the floor. “Okay. Well, lemme tuck ya in and kiss ya goodnight, honey.”

You take his hand as you lead Joel up the stairs, dragging him by two of his fingers. His knees pop with every step he takes, god. He’s getting so old. Joel follows you into your bedroom, watches as you lie on the bed, then turn onto your side and clutch your tummy. You’re all curled up, like you’re attempting to hide from the pain. Poor thing. 

The dresser groans as Joel opens the drawer second from the top. He’ll have to grease those wheels inside soon. He picks out a nice pajama set - flowy white shorts and a shirt with little ducks on them. Joel turns around, then hovers over you on your bed. He pulls off your pants and panties with ease, then tosses the garments into your laundry basket and wriggles the pajama shorts up your legs. “Lift up for me,” he says, and you moan as you lift your hips. He takes you by the hand and lifts your torso up next, shushing your cries of discomfort. “Arms up, baby girl. Real quick.”

Joel takes your shirt off and dresses you in the pajama top next, and smoothes out the fabric over your curves with his wide hands. “I always liked these on ya,” Joel murmurs. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. They’re my favorite, I think. I like those ducks.” 

Joel smiles warmly. You smile back. You’re not feeling so good, but it’s been a good day with Joel. Tender, easy. You don’t always get to have good days with him. So often, it’s the push and pull; the tide meeting the shore, crashing together and pulling apart. You’re too similar for your own good, and sometimes, too different. But the good days are good. 

Joel kisses you on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on your lips. Soft, gentle. “G’night, kiddo.” Joel gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “I love ya. M’always thinkin’ of ya,” he rhymes, tucking you in under your covers. With one last kiss, he bids you goodbye, and turns out the overhead light and takes care to turn on your nightlight. He shuts your door, hoping you’ll feel yourself in the morning.

When you wake up hours later, there’s still a dull, pulsing ache in your abdomen. Like a fist is groping at your insides, and then - a long, firm squeeze, or more of a pinch, rather. It’s so extremely painful that it has you squirming and twisting, crying out in agony. 

And there it is - the sticky feeling between your thighs. You’re utterly soaked, inner thighs slick and warm with, with…blood. You turn on your lamp and your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. 

It’s everywhere. Shades of crimson and brown soaking through your sheets, staining those patterned pretty stars all red. The fabric is shiny with your blood, as are your pajamas. It’s all between your thighs and running up your back. Fucking everywhere. 

You forgot all about your period, as it’s been so long since you’ve had one. You knew it’d come back when Joel brought you to his home, but it still takes you by surprise. The bleed is so fucking heavy you can feel it dripping from you, that slippery, awful, visceral feeling. Your face burns as you rip your sheets off of your bed in a panic, swallowing nervously when you see that your mattress is stained, too. 

You drag everything to the bathroom and toss it into the tub, frantically rubbing a bar of soap on the stains as water pours over it. You take off your pajamas too, crying at the image of those blood-stained ducks. Joel’s favorite set. Oh god, he’s gonna be so upset with you. He’ll, he’ll - fuck. You brace yourself for the inevitable, for the rage.

Joel wakes up to the noise of the tub, the loud stream of water drumming against the sheets. There’s rattling and commotion coming from the bathroom, quiet sniffling and crying. He’s all but completely sure he knows what’s wrong as he gets out of bed and takes heavy steps towards the hall and - his intuition was correct. Drops of blood on the floor, a large stain on your mattress. Joel sighs deeply and taps his knuckles against the door, its frame outlined in the warm, yellow light coming from inside. 

“Open up, Pumpkin.” 

“Fuck,” you curse, eyes blurry with tears. “Joel - I can’t, Daddy.” Your voice is thick with tears. Joel’s heart aches at the way you choke on your own sobs. 

“Yes, y’can. Open this door,” Joel repeats, and his voice is measured, patient. 

“I really - I can’t,” you tell him, hands on either side of your head as you panic. The blood isn’t washing out much, and you - fuck. You’re covered in it yourself. As is the bathroom. 

“M’not gonna be mad at ya, kiddo. Whatever it is.” 

Joel listens to you take a couple of deep, shuddering breaths. “P-promise?”

“On my life.”

There’s a couple of footsteps, and then the door opens about an inch. Joel’s brows furrow as he takes in what he can of you - eyes stained by tears, blood dripping between your thighs. You nudge the door open just a little more, then fit your hand through the crack and offer Joel your pinkie. Joel raises his own hand, loops his pinkie around yours, and kisses your knuckles. He raises his eyebrows, silently asking again that you let him in. Those dark eyes are soft and patient. Warm. 

You open the door the rest of the way, allowing Joel to take it all in. The mess in the bathtub and on the floor, and you standing before him, dripping a vermillion mess. “Oh, Pumpkin.” 

Joel pulls you into a tight hug, hushing your sobs as you tell him over and over, you’re so sorry. You’re so sorry, Daddy. 

“What the hell are you sorry for, sweet girl?”

“F-for the sheets, and for ruining the mattress. And m-my-m–”

“Deep breaths, hon.”

“--My pajamas,” you continue, without stopping to breathe. 

Joel nods, understanding. “Nothin’ t’be sorry about. It’s a natural part’a life, right?”

“Y-yeah, but–”

“But nothin’. It ain’t your fault, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t be angry,” you whimper. “I really tried.”

Joel feels a pressure building behind his own eyes. He’s getting so soft as he ages, and he knows what he’s done to you. The fear he’s instilled. The guilt eats him alive, sometimes. 

“Ohhh, I’m not mad at you a bit, sweet girl. Not a bit.” Joel gently pushes you an inch back, pinching at your hair that’s stuck to your sticky cheeks. He clicks his tongue as more tears fall, wiping them away with his rough fingertips. It hurts a little, the skin under your eyes so sensitive and raw and puffy right now. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up, huh?” You nod. “Go wash your face in the sink,” Joel tells you, crouching by the tub. 

He grabs the sheets and chuckles as he squeezes the water out of them. “Well, ya can’t use warm water, knucklehead. Stain ain’t gonna budge an inch f’ya do that.” 

Joel’s eyes widen as you let out a sob at the comment, crying hard once again. Jesus, your emotions are all over the place. Poor girl. “Heeey, enough. Enough with the waterworks, alright? I’m gonna take care of it.” 

“B-”

Joel bunches up the wet sheets and stands up, holding your chin between the fingers of his free hand. “I need you to calm down, kiddo. It’s okay. Y’understand me? It’s all gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” you sniffle. “Okay.” 

Joel leaves the water on. “Gonna clean this up and see if I can’t find ya somethin’ for your monthly,” he says. “You get in the tub and rinse yourself off a little, alright? An’ the water’ll feel good on your achin’ tummy, too,” he advises.

Joel’s right. You sit in the tub and put the rubber stopper in the drain, letting the water fill up and soothe your cramps as Joel takes care of everything else. He scrubs your mattress and the sheets with peroxide, watching the bloodstains bubble up in shades of red and orange. It’s not perfect, but nothing is. It’ll do.

He tosses the sheets in a laundry bag, and will probably end up dropping it off at the laundromat tomorrow morning. He checks his supply closet for some old tampons or pads or something, but there’s nothing. Unless he wanted to get creative with some washrags, but…

…In truth, Joel’s been waiting for this. Maybe even planned it. He knew one day or another you’d get your period, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock twitch to think about it. Sinking inside that warm, wet, bleeding cunt…

Joel comes back into the bathroom, running a hand through his graying hair as he checks behind the mirror and under the sink. “Got bad news for ya, kiddo,” he sighs, shutting the cabinets. “I’m empty.”

“So I just have to sit here until it’s over?”

“Nah, ‘course not. Gimme a minute and I’ll show ya what’m gonna do with ya.” Joel bends over and touches your scalp, then presses a kiss against your forehead. “Empty the tub an’ dry off. Come to my room when you’re done.” 

Joel leaves you and leaves the bathroom door open. You listen to him grab a couple of things from the closet, and the sound of rustling fabric and blankets coming from his bedroom. The drain gurgles as you let the water out and dry yourself off, cringing at the blood staining the towel, too. You tiptoe to Joel’s room.

His bed is made neatly with layers of old blankets and towels, and he has you sit on them. You squirm, uncomfortable with the idea of bleeding freely. “But I’m gonna ruin these, too.”

“Nah, don’t fuss over it. They’ve all seen better days,” Joel laughs. “Get comfy. Lie down.” 

You lie on the bed, shivering as Joel joins you. He removes his clothes and his cock is standing at half attention already, bouncing between his thighs as he adjusts his pillows. “You’re bleedin’ too heavy to go bare,” Joel explains, pumping his cock with his fist. 

“Okay…”

“So,” Joel continues, wrapping his arm around your side and pulling you against his bare torso, “Daddy’s gonna stuff ya full and slow the bleed. That way you’re not soakin’ through the mattress all night. S’that make sense, Pumpkin?”

It does. You turn your head and nod, but Joel can see in your eyes how nervous you are with the idea. That, coupled with your bleed. Of course you’re anxious, insecure. 

“We’ll go slow,” he promises. “An’ in the morning I’ll fetch ya some supplies when I drop your sheets off. Sound good?”

“Okay, Daddy.” 

Joel kisses you on the lips, then adjusts the way you lay on his bed, pulling you onto your back. “M’gonna give ya my fingers first, alright? Get ya ready for it.” He parts your legs, smiling as you take your place. You bury your head into his neck, same as you always do. The eye contact is hard for you sometimes, not that Joel minds. He finds it endearing how bashful you get. 

He licks his fingers - force of habit - and drags them up and down the seam of your wet, bleeding center, smiling at your sigh of relief. Poor thing, you’re all pent up, too. And your cunt aches, and simply needs a loving touch. 

Joel circles your clit, waiting for your body to relax into him. It’ll take a minute, sure. He whispers to you how beautiful you are, how much he loves to make you feel like this. How special that is, sweetheart. It’s Daddy’s favorite thing. 

He’s quiet as he dips one thick finger inside you, then two. Slipping them slowly inside, palm pressed against your mound. Joel pumps them in and out of you, acclimating you to the intrusion. And then, he curls them. Curls them, pulses them rhythmically up towards that special, spongy spot deep inside you. Joel feels your body warm as he fucks you on his fingers, listens to the quiet, breathy whimpers of your pleasure. 

Joel pulls his fingers from you, and notices the frown on your face as you see your own mess on his hands. “Don’t look,” he tells you, and wipes them on a towel. Blood remains caked around his fingernails, though. “Eyes on me.” 

You nod, and Joel turns you so your back is faced to him. He pushes your legs apart, then poises his cock at your entrance. “I’m goin’ easy on ya,” he promises. “Nice an’ slow.” 

“Yeah,” you murmur, reaching for his forearm as he presses against you. 

“An’ I know it ain’t - fuck - ideal,” Joel grunts, notching his tip inside your aching, bleeding cunt, hushing your cries of pain as his length starts to fill you. “But we gotta make do. Just can’t have ya bleedin’ everywhere, honey.” 

“I - I know, but it hurts, Daddy,” you warn, squirming at the intrusion. “It’s - yeah. It’s hurting.” 

“Oh, I know it hurts, pumpkin.” Joel licks his fingers and reaches between your legs for your clit, rubbing the sensitive part of you as he eases his way inside. “You’re bein’ a real trooper. Deep breath,” he instructs, “Do it with me. In–” and sucks in a breath, motioning for you to follow. “And out.” 

On your exhale, Joel pushes all the way in, bottoming out with a grunt, and a whimper follows from your own lips. “There it is. Piece’a cake,” he pants through a grin, throbbing inside of you. 

You squeeze your eyes shut at the painful pinch, focusing instead on the way Joel rubs your sore, cramping abdomen with his warm palm. “M’so sorry you’re not feelin’ good. But you’re bein’ so good f’me,” he coos, his cock twitching. “My sweet fuckin’ girl.” 

Joel holds you against him as he reaches for his lamp, then pulls the chain and shuts the light off. He drops against you, sighing deeply as you squirm on his cock. 

The pain of the stretch dissipates as the minutes pass, and Joel’s breathing steadies. The ache is replaced by a different pain, a squeezing, aching cramp that overtakes your whole body. You groan in discomfort, clenching tightly around Joel, and it makes his breath catch in his throat. 

“It’s - it’s hurting, still,” you grimace. 

“What hurts, Pumpkin? Where?”

“It’s not you,” you answer. “My - fuck, I’m sorry. My cramps.” 

Joel rubs your belly harder, though it doesn’t do so much to soothe your pain. You whimper as another particularly bad cramp washes over you, balling your hands into fists around Joel’s fingers. “Oh, honey. M’so sorry,” he whispers. “Aint’ fair what you girls gotta go through.” 

Joel thinks for a minute, considering your pain and his own discomfort. Fuck, you are tight. And every horrible cramp that plagues your body only serves to pleasure him, what with the way you squeeze and pulse around him through the pain. “M’gonna try somethin’, sweetheart,” he whispers, shifting on the bed. 

Joel pulls out of you slowly, then thrusts back inside. Not hard, not fast. Gentle and steady, nice and slow. He does it again, conscious to rub that sweet place inside you, and not to bruise your cervix with his head. 

“S’that better or worse?” he asks softly. 

Joel does it again. A slow draw out, that gradual push back in. The cramping fades into the background as that special, satisfying feeling takes over instead. 

“Hurtin’ or helpin’?”

“Y– Oh, Daddy,” you coo, your grip softening around his fingers. 

Joel smiles, satisfied. “Ohh, s’helpin’, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s helping.” 

Joel keeps fucking you slowly, dropping your hand to reach for your clit. He noses your ear and presses kisses against your neck, feeling your heartbeat pulse under his lips. The way he rolls his hips against you has you biting your lip and moaning his name, though it all comes out in little half-syllables. “Daddy’s here,” Joel whispers. “I gotcha.” 

He builds the speed a little, focusing only on your pleasure at the moment. The head of his cock rubs exactly where you need it to as he massages your clit with practiced circles that have you sighing in pleasure, inching closer and closer to your release. “Go ‘head and cum for me,” Joel rasps, “Let go, Pumpkin.” 

It’s not immediate, but it’s close enough. Just one, two, three more strokes and you’re cumming hard on Joel’s length, pulsing and clenching around him in non-rhythm. Joel fucks you through your climax until your quiet moaning subsides, and all that’s left is heavy breathing. 

…But the groans of pain return. Such a sour ending to something so sweet. It’s how it always seems to go with you, though.

Joel winces, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “Goddamn, kid. Cramps still ain’t lettin’ up, are they?”

“Guess not,” you murmur. 

“Want me to whoop ‘em?”

You laugh, and the motion of your body on his cock has Joel humming. “M’serious. Let me give ya one more, baby. You need’a get your rest.” 

Joel fucks you again, just as he did before. He’s a patient, patient man. Achingly hard and focused on your pleasure, focused on easing your hurt. When you cum again, when Joel’s drawn out every bit of pleasure from you that he could, he waits with bated breath for your whine of pain to follow - and it never does. 

What he does hear, however, is your gentle snoring. Joel exhales in relief, and begins fucking you for the third time. This time, for himself. 

He does so slowly but still at his own pace, focusing on his pleasure. Just a steady rocking of his hips, a consistent drawing in and out of your wet, bleeding pussy. Joel holds you tightly against his chest, breathing in that comforting, familiar scent of the top of your head. He savors the specific heat coming off of your body - you’re a little warmer than usual - and the feeling of his bare skin against yours. 

Joel’s so hard and rigid, and there’s a pressure quickly building in his balls and deep in his gut. He pulls you flush against his chest as he cums with a deep, guttural groan that escapes through his teeth, moaning while he paints your insides, all those muscles tensing and relaxing. 

He relaxes against you, kissing your ear as he settles into the soft mattress, cock going soft inside your body, still pulsing with every beat of his heart. 

Joel loves you so much. He tells you this as he drifts off to sleep, as that pretty, pinkish mixture of his spend and your blood drips down, down your thighs, seeping into the old towel underneath you. 

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[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Been seeing you transforming some dudes into some oldie around here eh?! Can you transform me into such an old, fatty man with much more age wearing glasses? Getting bored with this white-collar job here…transfering my hair on the head for my beard and to my body for extra hairy would be nice…

You wanted to go from white collar worker to fat old slob. I’ll give you that for sure. You’re standing in front of the mirror when the change begins to happen. You moan in ecstasy and close your eyes as loud fart erupts from your back side. You’re going to be loaded with gas with the beer tank you’re going to carry around. You stomach bloats out as if on command and you begin to get extremely hairy. You begin to smell like Bo as your sweat glands kick into high gear with your fat cells continuing to expand. But you said you want to be old so it’s time for you begin aging.

You don’t get to experience being the young buck with ball gut for too long before you jump from 23 to 40 years old. And with that more weight as your stomach lurches forward on a quick breath. Hair continuing to grow on your hose as you continue to smell worse and worse. Now not only darting but burping non stop it seems. You look pregnant now from all the beer you’ve been drinking. Or rather look like you’ve been drinking. But we can fix that as you develop an unquenchable thirst for high calorie high fat beers that you can’t seem to stop drinking. Already your back is hurting and your knees are beginning to wobble. Your skin is sagging and yet you still need to be more don’t you. Even your shoes have split on the sides. Not from your feet getting longer. But because they are getting wider from the girth that you Cary daily.

At this point though. It’s clear. Your need to be OLDER. time for you to lose some year of your life. It’s time for you to embrace being the old fat man you are going to become.

Your beard goes haywire and grows thinner and turns white while all your hair on your head finished falling out leaving you bald. All that hair just seems to regrow across the rest of your body. Thicker than every before and you stomach makes one final surge forward. Making you 400 pounds of beer drinking old man. Youll never be able to stop this now. You’ll never be able to wash the smell of benngay and bo off your old body. You back aches from all the weight you wished on yourself and to top it off this is a permanent weight for you. You’ll never drop below 400 again. Not that you will ever know because you’ll never see your feet or a scale from this day forward. And now the finishing touches.

You put your hand up and to give me a thumbs up but in reality your changing into such an old fat man so fast that you can barely get your breathe. But I promise you’re almost done becoming your wish. With a final aging. You come to the age of 75. You wanted old so you got it. And to top it off your vision has become so bad that you need classes now. But one thing has never changed. Your weight. The extreme body hair and stench. And the need to continue drinking mad much beer as possible.

[secretblogofdog]

you did SO WELL with the last one, I couldn't help but put some more potion into your coffee this morning. A human base with a painful birth with extra amniotic fluid <3

I'm not a coffee girl, but with how intense last night was, I need it to properly wake up this morning. It tastes smoother than I thought it would, though.

The bitter taste persists, though, and it kind of hurts in my stomach. Later, while I'm working from home, I notice some bloating. I would have thought it was just a leftover from last night, but then it starts getting bigger. Not again.

"What did you do?" I mutter to myself, stroking my stomach. My belly seems to be taut once again, but it's not an egg this time. When I felt a kick, I knew what I was in for. Hour by hour, I feel it grow larger.

And then it drops.

I feel my belly contract and I whimper, an ache shooting up my spine. Oh, god. The pressure hits my cervix and I keel over, bracing against the wall as I resist the urge to push. Not there yet, not there yet.

I begin to pant. My muscles tense hard and I whine again. "Fuck, --ah-- Too much, too much--" My cervix is taking forever to dilate, and the baby wants out. My water hasn't broken yet, but I hope it does, soon. I can feel the amniotic fluid sloshing around. My cervix barely reaches the right diameter before my belly demands it leave.

The baby slides down my unprepared canal and I scream, praying that I won't tear. I had no idea birth could hurt this much, and my muscles shake with every break I get. It's coming fast, too fast, now, and I feel my vulva bulge, pushing with everything I have. "Oh, god, oh, god, please, please," I whimper. My labia once again turn white with how far they're stretched, and I'm praying and begging to whatever will listen as the head works its way out of my lips. And then my water breaks, my belly deflating as amniotic fluid rushes around my cunt, spilling out on the floor.

With a scream that tears my throat, I push the head out and almost faint. My legs close a little round the baby as I sob with relief. It's almost out. It's almost out. But the shoulders are bigger, and I keen as the burning reaches its absolute peak before it tumbles out, and with it comes a second wave of fluid, soaking everything around me. "Oh, god...oh, god..."

Maybe I don't need another drink this time.

[bellysoupset]

"I can't," Lucas groaned, resting his forehead to the table and wrapping his arms around his stomach, "I'm done."

"No, you're not," Vince pushed the fries his way, looking stuffed himself, but still dutifully munching on his fifth burger, "c'mon, Luke, you know how it is."

He did know how it was. At the current weight category he was sitting at - and Vince too - by the time the next season started, they'd be flung around like ragdolls. They didn't stand a chance.

Lucas nodded, grabbing a handful of fries and bringing it to his mouth, not even bothering to muffle the burp that snuck out as he stuffed his face.

They were sitting at Alfredo's Stopover, a greasy diner with super cheap meals and free refills for their drinks, that was a common stop for the football team and known as simply "Fredo's". Their town wasn't that big to begin with, so they actually got a discount there, Alfredo himself being in his late 60's and whose three sons had been a part of the football team when they were in college.

Pleasantries and manners were wasted in Fredo's.

Vince groaned, patting his stomach and rubbing on the side, working up a large burp. Large enough it startled Lucas, causing him to jump and hiccup.

"Don't do that, you're gonna making me hurl," he groaned, kicking his friend under the table and then wincing when the movement only caused his stomach to churn harder. He was stuffed. Between the two of them they had cleaned up more than twelve full burgers - real stuff, not those tiny things McDonalds' served - five extra large coke cups and three large fries portions.

It was their first cheat day in the new bulking season and at first Lucas had been excited about having greasy fast food instead of ultra healthy protein shakes. It was no longer the case, though.

Vince groaned again, shifting on his seat and then massaging his left side. He had removed the stitches a while ago, but clearly it was still sore when his stomach was stretched like that, "I'm so fucking full..."

"You're bigger than me," Lucas mumbled, eyeing the remaining fries with disgust, "so you can imagine how I feel."

"Uhm," Vin answered, struggling to take a deep breath, "can my stomach burst? Feels like it's going to burst."

Lucas chuckled at the imagery, only for his stomach to jump to his throat. He pressed his fist to his mouth, breathing through the hot nausea pooling on top of his belly and swallowing the fries that tried to come up back down.

"Luke?"

"I'm actually done," he decided, giving up on the last handful of fries, "if I eat another bite I'm gonna barf."

"Pussy," Vince scoffed, reaching over and grabbing the last fries, eating it all in one bite. He thumped his chest, bringing up another burp and then stretched on the booth, spreading his legs apart, "okay, I need a minute for this to settle."

Lucas didn't bother answering, he was feeling too sick to even try and make conversation. The fact that he'd have to eat again in three hours was enough to make his stomach hurt.

Across from him, Vince was pressing on his stuffed stomach, working up a string of unashamed burps and Luke grimaced. He was packed so full, if he burped he was going to hurl.

He leaned back too and tugged at the elastic of his pants, rolling it down and causing Vin to snort in an amused way, "you look pregnant, Luke."

Lucas opened a pained smile, planting a hand on the curve of his belly and holding it, as if he could relieve some of it's weight with his hands alone. Vince belched again, undoing the cords of his own sweatpants and loosening the whole thing up, before tying the silliest bow over his bloated stomach.

They stayed quiet for the longest time, Vince burping up a ton, while Lucas swallowed his food back down, here and there letting out the tiniest of burps, getting no relief from it.

"time for dessert, boys?" Alfredo, the sixties aged owner, stepped to their table, looking terribly entertained, "banana splitz for you both?"

"Jeez, Fredo, you're trying to kill me?" Lucas groaned, elbows planted on the table and staring at his lap, "I really can't eat another bite, I'm sorry."

"Nonsense," Alfredo scoffed, thumping his back in a friendly manner and dislodging a burp, that had Lucas whimpering and swallowing the overly sweet spit that flooded his mouth. He was a short man, with a large gut and curly white hair, "what about you, Vincenzo?"

"Not banana splitz," Vince groaned, muffling a burp on his hand and mumbling, "excuse me... I have that milk bullshit, remember?"

"Oh yes, yes," Alfredo frowned, while Lucas let out a nauseous groan and let out a small, wet belch, "pie then?"

"Uhm..." Vince grimaced, fingers digging on his stomach, "to go? Do you have pumpkin?"

"Alright, to go and pumpkin..." The old man turned to look at Lucas, "you're a little green, son..."

"Yeah, I overdid it," Lucas sighed, resting his forehead to the table, "sorry, Fredo, but no dessert for me."

"It's okay, son, another night," he said cheerfully, messing Lucas' hair and then turned around, "should I call you two a cab?"

"No, I drove us here..." Lucas groaned, although there was no way he was driving out of there, "Vin?"

"I got him, Fredo, don't worry," Vince said, his voice a little strained as he massaged his chest, since a burp had gotten stuck.

Lucas looked up, swallowing the salty spit and making a face, "can't believe you can fit a pie, Vin."

"Not now, it's for later tonight," Vince sighed, then took in a deep breath, working up a satisfying burp. Lucas gagged as he smelt the burgers all over again and ducked his head, swallowing convulsively.

"Luke?" Vince called over his head, "man, don't barf, otherwise you'll just have to make up for it tomorrow..."

"I know," Luke's voice was thick with sickness, "not gonna barf..." he wasn't so sure of it, but he was not going to be sick in Fredo's nice little dinner and cause a mess for other's to clean.

"Okay," Vince said, unsure, "let me know when you're ready to get in the car."

It took him a handful of minutes, time enough for Alfredo to return with Vince's to-go box and to pay for their meal. Finally, finally, as Vince was mindlessly nibbling away at his pumpkin pie, not feeling well enough to eat it or bad enough to put it away, Luke straightened up and cupped his mouth, letting out a deep, long belch.

"Uhm," he groaned, swallowing the sick taste back down, "okay, we can go."

Vince squinted at him, then gestured for the waiter, "Liz, can you get me a bag, please?"

Lucas couldn't even be offended, he wasn't feeling well at all. He waited until Liz came back with an empty bag and Vince took it, along with his pie, getting up with a grunt and staggering as his gravity center shifted.

"C'mere, let me help you up," Vin sighed, offering a hand to Lucas and pulling him to his feet, "try not to toss your cookies, please."

"Doing my best," Luke mumbled, getting up and basically collapsing against Vince. He muffled a burp against his best friend's shoulder and shuddered, a shiver running down his spine, "let's go."

Once they arrived to the car, Vince got in the driver's seat and threw him the bag, "keep it close, just in case."

Luke nodded, lowering his window and breathing in deeply. His stomach was churning something awful, feeling hot and bubbly. Every time he moved, he could feel his meal at the base of his throat. His pants were squeezing him, despite the fact he had pushed them down already.

Vince wasn't even attempting to talk, he was rubbing his own stomach with the hand not on the steering wheel and burping quietly, occasionally glancing his friend's way.

Lucas leaned back, closing his eyes as he felt his stomach churn again. His belly let out a sad, loud whine and Vince whistled, "that sounded nasty."

"It's so fucking upset," Luke nodded, rubbing his belly in circles. It was taut and warm to the touch. The smallest amount of pressure caused a gurgle to sneak up and he rushed to cup his mouth, thinking he was going to be sick, but it was just a wet belch.

"Lucas, use the bag," Vin poked his thigh, "c'mon, man-"

"Not gonna hurl," he mumbled, but opened the bag and hovered over it, spitting the nasty salty saliva, "not gonna lie..." he burped again, "kinda happy this is the last football season."

Vince let out a hum, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I guess..." he didn't sound sad or happy, just pensive about it, "we don't have to stop playing together, right?"

"Of course not," Lucas said, then spat again, letting out a moan, "Vin, I feel disgusting."

"Do you need me to pull over?"

"I don't wanna be sick," Luke shook his head, swallowing in a bunch of times, "I can't waste the calories."

"Okay, try leaning back," Vince said, then shifted on the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his left hand instead of the right one. Then with his free hand he pushed Luke's shirt up and planted the large palm of his hand over the bloated belly, "try burping."

"Are you rubbing my gut?" Luke frowned, thumping on his chest to get an airy burp out. Vince shrugged, wincing when that caused his own stomach to complain.

"Wendy does that for me and it helps a lot."

"No, I know it helps." Lucas said, belching again and leaning his head closer to the window, so the wind could dissipate the horrible smell of his dinner, "it's just you doing it, that's all."

Vince paused the rubbing, raising his eyebrows, "I can stop?"

"No," Lucas groaned, pressing his hand back down, "no, it's fine. It's helping a little."

And it was helping. At least the burps were coming up a little easier, although the smell and the act of burping was making him feel clammy and nauseous. He groaned as Vince hit a pothole on the road and caused his dinner to jump to his mouth. Lucas belched, wetly, and leaned over the bag, being attacked by a gagging fit.

Faintly he heard Vince apologizing and removing his hand, so he could rub his back instead and Luke moaned, spitting again, but not puking, "...fuck me," he whined, "that felt nasty."

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna watch the road," Vin sounded like he had accidentally dropped his favorite sandwich. The mental image caused Lucas to groan and burp again, spitting another mouthful of thick saliva that he knew if he swallowed back down was going to be a huge mistake.

Finally he saw Vince turn the corner of his street, passing by the decoration store they used as landmark. He was so close, he could cry.

Bell's car was parked on the front and the living room lights were on, bleeding out of the closed curtains. Lucas groaned as he realized he'd have to get up, "ugh, thanks for the ride, Vin... Keep the car, I can stop by your work tomorrow to pick it up."

"You sure?" Vince frowned, "I can get an uber home, it's okay. The dorms aren't far-"

"Nah, it's fine," Lucas sighed, rubbing his face and tugging his pants back up, "see you tomorrow for lunch...?" he belched sickly at the idea and Vince opened an amused smile.

"Don't forget to set up the alarm for your 3 AM shake."

Lucas gagged at the thought, "kill me."

[jillsandwhichs]

Valenfield OneShots/AUs Collection, Chapter 20, Cute moments

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Pairing: Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine

Summary: Whilst on a walk, Chris and Jill stop by a local library to hang out

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 3.0k

Type: SFW

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The summer heat was extruciating and didn't seem to die down at all throughout the day. The sun was not only heating up their surroundings, but also just them. The black top pavement felt as though it had been dipped in a volcano, it was burning the bottom of Jill's feet as she walked. She had taken her sandals off due to how painful they felt, she still has yet to break them in. As for Chris, he was wearing a random pair of sneakers, not caring about how sweaty his feet will be once he removes them.

It's safe to say the sun was being relentless, it was scorching the small town the two of them lived in. Through their phones and even on the News, they received an advisory warning for the heatwave, this is only the beginning. Luckily, at least to provide help, they brought water with them and snacks to help ease them. The water was better when they were pouring it on themselves rather than drinking it. That helped too, but the sensation of the cool liquid dripping onto them was even better.

Chris and Jill always go on their little walks. Whether it be just up and down the street or throughout the town, they walked. It was a way of working off calories, which they needed to keep up for their work, but also a way of bonding. They'll hold hands whilst the walk, make small talk and laugh with one another. It is quite romantic. Sometimes Chris will give Jill a piggy back ride or carry her bridal style if her feet hurt too much, he's rather a gentleman at heart.

Right now though, they're just strolling side by side. The warmth of the air makes it impossible to be remotely close.

"This heat is disgusting." Jill chuckled, sipping some of the ice water she had left in her bottle. "I know baby, but if you think about it, we're breaking more of a sweat, more calories are being burnt." "Such a workout junkie." She teased at him. Chris was always way more into staying fit than Jill was. For her, it was just natural. Her metabolism allowed her to stay lean, even if her diet was fast food and sweets. She's blessed when it comes to that. Just last night they ordered Wendy's and she didn't even feel bloated afterwards. Thank God for that.

As the two of them kept treading on, the humidity only worsened. Occasionally, a pleasant breeze would soar by but it only ever lasted five seconds or less.

"That feels so good." Jill shot her arms out, embracing the wind until it soon faded and it was back to the summer heat. "Fuck off." She mumbled, Chris just snickered. It was cute when she was upset but when she was angry, it was terrifying. He recalls a time she was livid with him; He didn't know whether to be scared or extremely turned on. "Honey, do you want to stop and grab some lunch?" "Soon, soon, I'm not very hungry yet." Jill responded, running her fingers through her somewhat messy hair, thanks a lot to her sweat.

Chris understood. He definitely tends to be hungier than Jill is, he needs to eat more. You have to eat your body weight, that's factual. Jill is much smaller than Chris is, she doesn't eat as much. Usually breakfast, sometimes lunch, always dinner, a snack between either breakfast and lunch or lunch and dinner. Hopefully she'll feel up to it soon.

Jill looked forwards instead of down at her painted feet, she spotted an AC hanging outside of a window to a public building. While yes, they both have lived in this town for a year or so, she's never been able to figure out what the establishment is exactly. "Sweetie, that place has an AC, let's go." She giggled, snatching his hand right up. Their contrasted size difference in their finger sizes was funny, but nevertheless, they locked them together and skipped along the pavement.

On the side of the brick building, there was an electric sign, bold and bright words appeared on the sign, flashing words like 'Book Club from 1-3' or 'Booksale, 1$ a bag', it's a library! Jill does read, like a lot, so having a library in town is awesome. Although for her, she prefers to own books. Chris once asked her, "How come? Isn't it better to have them for free?" He just doesn't get it. The only books he cares for are manuals about guns and trucks.

"Oh, it's a library." Chris stated the obvious, setting his hand on top of the sign but speedily pulling away. Black with heat doesn't mix well, it was worse than boiling water. "Want to head in?" "Sure." Jill nodded, taking his hand back in hers. He was such a kind soul, opening the door for her, both of them. There was a sign on the glass door that said 'Silence all cellular devices' "Simple enough." Chris muttered, doing it to his phone, Jill proceeding to do the same.

As they both walked in, that feeling of fresh, cool air hit them like a bird smacking against a window; It hit them instantly. "Jesus." Chris groaned, stretching and looking around the building. It was quiet, very quiet. Of course, libraries are meant to be. There only appeared to be two workers on the job as well, a few people roamed throughout the library, checking books or using the computers for their own personal use. It seemed fairly general for people to come here often.

"Let's look around, see where we can sit for a bit." Jill whispered.

The library was just your average one. Wasn't to small nor too big, just regular. There were signs indicating where different age groups could look around for something to read. Children's, teens, young adults, adults, etc, it was very diverse and each section was decorated according to the age. The children's was adorable; From where Jill was, there were Disney princesses painted onto the wall over there. "How cute." She whispered to herself, keeping in mind where they are at.

One of the workers took a glance at Chris and Jill, seeming confused if anything.

"Are the two of you looking for a specific area or genre?" She asked. She was older looking, definitely passed her prime. Her name tag read the name 'Sheila', cute. "Oh, no thank you, we are just about to go over there." Chris spoke before Jill could. He pointed his index towards the young adult section, it's where they best fit. "C'mon babe." Chris tittered, snagging her arm and having her walk beside him over to the open archway.

The room was so airy and cold, it felt like a literal God send. "We can talk a little louder here too." Chris said. "Yeah, luckily, I can't be quiet for long." "Trust me, I know." Chris joked, wrapping his arms around Jill's slim waist. Jill gave Chris a happy grin, placing her hands on his fibrow chest. "Oh really now? I'm not loud." "Hmm, a little bit, but that's what makes you you, my love." Chris spoke with tranquil. How could she get upset when he says it like that? Truly the best boyfriend ever. Hopefully, someday, the best husband ever.

Leaning towards his face, Jill smushed her lips against his, breathing in a deep breath as they kissed softly. Chris gave her hips a light nudge, pulling her more into him. No way they were about to get this heated in the middle of a library, where children were present. Jill slightly pulled away, patting his chest a few times. "Love ya." "I love you." Chris replied, moving one hand up from her hip and onto her face, stroking it. Jill moved against his hand, how a cat does with it's owner. She's such a sweetheart.

After a minute or so of loving onto one another, they both pulled away and began to explore the young adult section, it was probably the biggest out of all the groups they had here. Jill picked up some random book, reading the back of it. It was a thriller of sorts, definitely not her cup of tea though. "Whatcha lookin' at?" "Just a book, it's about this girl's murder and her friends are investigating it." "Ah, basic and predictable." Chris snorted, kissing the back of Jill's head. She set the book back onto the shelf, shoving it back in place.

"I cannot believe I never realized there was a library in town." She giggled, waiting for Chris to add onto that. "I knew." "You did?" "Yes." "How come you never told me?" "I thought you didn't want to use libraries, you told me that buying books is better." "Well..." He had her there. "Exactly." Chris encased his arms around her as he stood behind her. "I hate you sometimes." "No, you hate that I make you all nervous and make it so you have no way to talk back." "Shut up." "Point proven." He teased her further, kissing the side of her neck.

Jill let out a soft sigh, resting her hands on his arms wrapped around her, his arms were so buff, it was such a turn on for her. Not just sexually, but in all scenarios. "Wanna go sit down over there?" Jill referred to the line green couch in the corner of the room - Quite the color. Chris glanced at it as he kissed down Jills throat and let out a coo, "Sure." He made sure to get in one final kiss before letting her go, the both of them making way to the leather, stiff piece of furniture.

They both sat down. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it would do. Jill made herself more comfy though, cuddling up into Chris's arms. His arm was resting on her shoulders, his hand hanging off of one of her shoulders. "You still wanna get lunch afterwards?" "Why? Are you hungry?" "Well no shit." Chris chuckled, then gasped when Jill slapped his leg. "Do not speak to me that way." Jill scoffed, tugging on his arm. "Sorry lovely." Chris giggled, kissing the top of her head; He got a whiff of coconut when doing so.

Chris used his finger to stir it around on her shoulder, earning a snicker out of her. "Baby!" She tittered, attempting to move away but Chris held her in place. "You know that I am so ticklish." She tossed her head back, trying her best to not laugh loudly. "Oh honey, I know." Chris hummed, gazing at her as he now tickled her stomach. Her hips, arms and knees were always so ticklish, Chris found that out quite easily. He always tickles her and he just adores seeing how it unfolds each time.

A loud snort came out from Jill and she immediately covered her mouth and Chris stopped, trying not to laugh. "Asshole." She laughed, now using both of her hands to cover her mouth. From the other side, a worker was looking at the two of them, most likely very irritated. They were acting like absolute children but having fun like this makes for core memories, moments that the two of them will maintain in their minds forever. "Enough!" She grunted out sternly, only making Chris cackle more.

"Quit." She stopped laughing, trying to act serious but her lips began to quiver before she busted out laughing, loudly. Chris covered her mouth, somewhat leaning over her as he laughed alongside her. This was such a sweet moment. It happened so randomly, that's how you know they're deeply in love with one another. "I'm sorry." He snorted, his head crouching into the seam of her neck. Jill rested her hand on the back of his head, his hair being felt, it was so soft. "You're such a nuisance." Jill smiled, kissing the side of his head.

They both took some time to calm down, laying on the couch, embracing one another. A woman looked as though she wanted to come into the young adult area, but noticed Chris and Jill and decided otherwise; This made Jill feel bad. "Okay, okay, we need to chill." She gleamed at him, sitting up and fixing her once messy hair and pulling it up again. "Sorry, I just love having fun with you." "I know, me too." Jill kissed him with haste.

"Y'know what, while we are here, let's get a book or two, shall we?" Jill hummed, standing up and convoying towards one of the shelves. "I rarely read." "So start today!" Jill snagged a random book, handing it to Chris. "This one, read this one." "The Road by Cormad McCarthy, any good?" "Who knows, that's why you must read it. Now, go get me a book." Jill patted his shoulder. "Yes ma'am." Chris chuckled, walking over to a different shelf.

This library did have quite the selection. At home, she just has four out of eight cubicles filled with books, most she hasn't even finished nor begun - Soon though. She spotted 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen and her other hit book 'Emma', Jill has read both. She's never been much of a romance lover but rather thriller and horror; It keeps her on her toes. The gift everyone seems to go for is a Stephen King novel for Jill, she enjoys all of them, of course.

Chris seemed to be hard at work, trying to find a book Jill would seemingly enjoy. Little does he know, she'll read literally anything he offers her. He'd be gleeful if the one he chooses, Jill ends up enjoying, vice versa for her too. She put both of the books back in their correct spots, walking over to the other shelf. It was packed full of manga, a type of book she could never get into. She tried Death Note and once tried Naruto, both weren't very interesting to her. Then again, anime was something she never necessarily liked.

One manga series on the wall was called 'Nana', it looked so cute, something Claire could possibly get into.

"Hey babe, you think Claire would like this?" Jill held the manga out. "Maybe." Chris shrugged, beginning to walk over to her for the last time, a book in hand. "Hmm, I wonder." She grabbed volume one, stacking it on her hand. Chris had a rather thick book in his hand yet Jill couldn't make it out until he got closer towards her. It was a VC Andrews book, classic. On the cover, there was a violet colored flower and in pink text the title read, 'My Sweet Audrina', a book she had yet to hear of.

"Here." Chris handed the novel to her. She quickly scanned the back of it, nodding whilst she did so. "Seems interesting enough." "So I did good." "You did wonderful, my love." Jill squeezed his cheek, a red spot full of love forming on his cheek. "Now, let's go check these out?" "Yes babe." Jill handed all three books to Chris, forcing him to hold them. He scoffed playfully. Truly, he didn't mind whatsoever, he'd do absolutely anything for Jill.

They both made way to the reception desk in front of the exit door. Chris set all three books onto the white desk, waiting for one of the two women to walk over and scan them so they could be on their merry way. In the back office, both women were speaking to one another very softly, as if they wanted nobody to here. "How much you wanna bet they're discussing us because we were loud?" "Zero dollars because I presume you're right." Chris chuckled, patting Jill's butt affectionately.

Within a minute or so, the woman from earlier, whom had glared at them, came up behind the desk. "Hello." She sighed, taking the first book and scanning it. "Hey." Jill nodded, locking her arm with Chris's. The women didn't say a word as she scanned the barcode on the last two books. "I'll need your phone number or library card, so we can keep track of where the books are at." Chris nodded before he then listed the eleven digit number, the lady typing it in.

After she scanned all triple of the novels, Chris took them in hand.

"Have a good d-" Chris was cut off by the woman, "Next time, keep it down or else." Jill nearly pissed herself, the look on Chris's face was amazing. "Oh uh, sure thing." Chris replied, his lips getting smaller as he nodded. The woman urged a signal with her hand for the two of them to leave, in which they did, fast.

Once Chris and Jill were outside, she began to burst out laughing, her hands on her knees. "Oh Chris, you should've seen the look on your face, oh it was priceless baby." Jill snorted, needing to take a seat on one of the benches. "Oh haha, if you weren't so ticklish, neither of us would've been loud." "Hey, you started it." Jill chortled, kissing his cheek. "Mmm, my love, I'm sorry we got scolded." "I only want to be scolded by you." Chris snorted. "She wasn't nearly as scary as I can be." Jill whispered, setting her chin on Chris's shoulder. "I know darling." Chris heaved, holding her thigh.

The two of them sat on the bench for a moment or so, officially hating how hot it was, more so than they did before. "I miss that AC already." "Me too." Jill responded. "But what about that deli? Let's go there and get some lunch." "Read my mind baby." Chris grinned, standing up and taking her hand. "Let's eat slowly too, embrace the coldness." "Ha, let's do it babe." Jill giggled, nestling her head against his shoulder before finally, the two of them headed off to lunch!

[liucactus]

hi I'm the person who asked u tips to lose weight (30kg) and I already have and 3d but it taking so long to lose weight, so if u have tips that worked on you, it will helps a lot! Even if it's "unhealthy" cuz trust me, I'm not doing healthy things too..

Ah, since I know you’re already here then HERE WE GO MF-

1. Water. So much water. Diet soft drinks, drinking before and after every meal. I know you’ve heard this a bajillion times most likely but it really does help.

2. I set th1nsp0 has my wallpaper (not lockscreen so others can’t see) so that it’s a constant reminder for me to not get off track

3. Reflect on your progress, rather than how much further you have to go. Tell yourself “I’ve lost (eg) 10, I can lose another 10.

4. Mukbangs, but ones that make you hate food. I like mukbangs but sometimes they make me crave food instead, but if I watch one where people aren’t actively enjoying the food, it helps. (Eriktheelectric saved me)

5. Remember, it’s discipline, not motivation. Motivation gets you started, but discipline keeps it going.

6. Take a video of yourself eating normally, then watch that whenever you want to eat. Works wonders LMAO

7. When you do eat, I like to keep track of sodium as well. I don’t overly track it, but I like to make sure I haven’t had too much otherwise I’m bloated and the scale jumps.

8. Cannot stress this enough, DO NOT RES HEAVILY AFTER A B1NGE. The way I pulled myself out of an EXTREMELY long and difficult b/p cycle was by not restr1ct1ng after it the next day. Make a conscious effort to eat very mindfully

9. Lay out all your food on a plate when you eat it. All the food you will have for that meal, no seconds or anything. Chew mindfully and try to not scroll or watch videos and focus totally on the food. This way you aren’t constantly having small bites because that shit adds up QUICK

10. Sip water after every bite and put your utensil down. Slows down your eating so you can accurately manage when to stop

11. If you don’t like spicy food, buy a bottle and drench food you want to b1ng3 on in it. Also works as a way to prevent purg1ng because it hurts coming back up and it just turns me off from the food in general if I know purg1ng isn’t an option (my spice tolerance is high but not when I throw it up)

12. If you know you’re gonna have to eat in front of other people that day, make a plan for the day of how you will work your cals around that, whether it be fasting, res, or exercise. Keep track.

13. Meal prepping for after a fast (especially a longer one) helps me prevent binging on everything in sight.

14. Look into foods from other cultures. For example, I have a Chinese background and a staple is steamed egg. Delicious and super low cal, and it’s pretty filling!! You might find something you’ll enjoy

15. Cal in have to be less than cal out. That mindset needs to be BEATEN in. I basically didnt exercise AT ALL, yet I managed to lose this much…although if you don’t want to end up skinny fat for a bit then maybe do some muscle toning, but if your only goal is to lose lose lose then just follow science.

16. Get rid of the scale occasionally. It’s scary, but the fear of not knowing my weight that day keeps me from b1ng1ng. Really helps with plateaus too.

17. Go to stores and find clothes you want to wear, then try them on. Promise you that it will deter you from eating for the rest of the day.

18. CAFFEINE. PLEASE. It’s a diuretic which helps with water retention, suppresses appetite and helps me SO MUCH. If you don’t like caffeine, another good appetite suppressant I found is apple cider vinegar.

19. Romanticise it. Make Pinterest boards, look at vlogs, it really helped me.

Wanna emphasise that these are just things that helped me!! Supporting each other through this hell hole 😂😂💪 I know you’ve probably seen a lot of this before but maybe there’s one that’ll help!!

[sterekchub]

What do you got that’s dark? I’m thinking forced weight gain, force feeding, helplessness, etc. maybe not character death but right up to the edge…

oooooh a challenge because I am SUCH a hurt/comfort and 'they deserve nice things' trope sort of creature. (Stiles coming back and finding Derek got BIG - my everything and I love it) SO - just the dark part, a much more difficult story... even if the comfort maybe comes later ;) BUT The "Character is forced to gain weight to save someone" idea. Which fits very well with Derek or the Sheriff or even Chris trying to save Allison... Struggling to push food into their mouths even when they're so, so full they don't think they can. Too full that the idea of swallowing that last mouthful almost makes them sick. Reaching under their weight gain and having to BEG someone help them. Tells them no matter what it takes - keep filling them up. Forcing slop into them, whatever they have to do. Helplessness is a GREAT trope with Stiles just because - human! And probably self-induced. Like he starts gaining, realizes he's maybe overdone it, but his dick is still *very* into it. Gets to the size where people are 'worried about him'. Where furniture starts to become an issue, when Stiles in starting to get winded and out of breath on stairs. So while he keeps saying he's going to lose weight. Or trying to push Derek away when he's tempting Stiles with more. But...Derek is persuasive and Stiles is horny - and when Derek gifts Stiles a mobility scooter, it should be a red flag immobility is in his future. But saying no to Derek or food isn't an easy option for Stiles. And then force-feeding? Begs for it to be Derek. For someone to test and see how far werewolves can heal. Stomach bursting and rehealing and stretching immediately so Derek can keep eating through the pain. Stomach looks like it's about to split with stretchmarks before those heal over. Derek somewhere in a basement - chained up until his captors enjoy taunting him that "he's free to go" but Derek has so, so many dozens of pounds of food and shakes and wolfsbane filling him, his gut is swollen and bloated past his knees and even if he could get up - he's not getting through any doorway. Maybe a little cliche - character being with a mindset of a barn animal. Maybe Derek who starts letting out long, low belches that start sounding like Moos. Spends all day crazing on junk food, his belly and moobs growing and swelling and hanging lower and lower to the ground. Or pig!Stiles who Other cliche of - extreme sudden weight gain. Showing up a fairies feast, the middle of the woods at night suddenly bright and sunny and the table of food so, so welcoming... and then suddenly the food vanishes after a long night of eating, and the pack of wolves are left stranded in the woods as they start to expand, getting rapidly fatter. clothes getting painfully constricting until the seams burst under the waves of blubber... Eventually ends with helpless piles of fat rolls who are going to need a forklift to get them home...

Food dumpster- a personal favorite even if it makes 0 logical sense. But works for so many AUs. Restaurant with chef!Stiles. A brewery! A grocery store! fat!Stiles at a fast food restaurant with rich! customer!Derek who always complains to watch Stiles struggle to eat his insanely sized order... Derek desperate for a job so he takes the first thing he finds. At first - he's merely cleaning up around the restaurant and at the end of the night is given some leftovers to take home. But eventually he's given the job to eat all the leftovers or mistakes during the day. Can't be wasteful! Ooops all these wines weren't sealed right at the end of the night - better drink up! Derek ends every night with a sloshing gut, or being sprawled on the kitchen floor, to full to get up. And when he tries to quit? He's shown to his trough in the basement... he can't quit, there are leftovers to eat!

This isn't a full dark idea more of a "dark moment" but a character being so, so aching full, sure they can't fit anymore more...only to have their feeder roughly slap their gut, to hear the dull groan of pain and gas, tells them until their gut is taut and sounds like a drum - they can fit more food. Open up - here comes the funnel.

[electricpcb]

okay. i've been thinking a lot about something lately. putting it under a readmore cut though because i embariss >;b

uhmm........ so, we see a lot in the show the characters eating big meals, and since they have a chef working for them 24/7, they have constant access to snacks and stuff. and i just keep imagining skwisgaar requesting big huge fucking hearty meals to have with a bunch of beer and with super rich desserts (kladdkaka, specifically) to pair with expensive wines... idk something about the image of him eating so much that he has to take off his belt... his shirt coming untucked. he's sweating and straining with the effort to eat so much (it doesn't come naturally like it does for someone like, oh i don't know, nathan 👀) but the food is just so good that he keeps getting more. it's making his stomach hurt and the bloat is very obvious with his thin frame so he can't even hide the fact that he was overindulging..... grraaagh, his face being all flushed and pink and cute too. maybe this is even like, during a dinner or something so the other guys are around... nobody has to really notice his plate(s), but the idea that someone will is turning him on and he's desperately hoping that someone will start watching him eat. one of the guys (hmmm... maybe pickles) finally catches his eye and even offers a bite from his plate and skwisgaar gets so hard so fast. his face gets even redder so he starts drinking more wine which makes his stomach feel even more full which makes him even harder. oh my fuckinggggg god i'm clawing at my fucking desk right now i need to see this man pack in a goddamn meal

[theprinceofnothingatall]

November 17, 2024- 110.2 ish

It’s all going to shit again and it’s my fault.

I’m “fixing” it by water fasting for 6 days.

I crave a cigarette and I haven’t tasted one in two months now. Just sounds nice with the cold air. Maybe I’ll go out on the roof and have one on Friday.

My partner came home. He’s sitting on the bathroom floor doing homework while I’m in the bath. Really annoyed the past two days, but I stopped taking my bipolar meds and anxiety so that’ll do it. Still taking my apple cider vinegar and green tea weight loss pill.. only one the next few days since it’s water fast diet of lemon water, diet soda, black coffee, and plain herbal or black tea. I could have a bang or 0 cal energy drink on Friday but no money til then. I’ll break about 142 hours or longer on sat. I’ll take a bite of something. No more than that I have to be careful not to hurt my tummy. I’m going to feel so good. I’ll be 50 hrs in when I go back to work Tuesday. Work for 3 days. Good activity.. I’ll work really hard. Fasting so I feel better. They won’t fire a sick person who’s brother attempted suicide and they need me it’s end of the year. I won’t screw up anymore. I won’t be so worthless anymore. It’s a bit crazy trying to lose 10 pounds in 6 days but hey it’s possible. I’ve never water fasted longer than half a day. Nearly a week will only trim my down, take away any bloat and make me feel light as a feather. This will make me feel better… every 10 hours I can have soda or a drink or tea or something.. maybe 5. In 5 hours it’ll be almost 4. I’ll have a soda. 5 more hours it’ll be almost 9, I’ll have ginger tea or something. Drink my black coffee in a small cup so it’s more manageable and more like 1 cal the 1-2 cal tea and coffee will have won’t break just 10 from the energy drink would cause just cause. My fast my rules. Monday I’ll fall asleep at 8 or 9. Prolly 8 just to make sure. I’ll start taking iron. My leg circulation has been fucking up. B/p free face in… well by Dec 1. Guess my limit for camping will be 400. Might stay that too con then go up to 742 then back down.. after … god thanksgiving is the 26. That’s in nevermind the 28… still that’s 10 days. My limit will stay 400 for the camping tree and I’ll go back to water fasting when we get back… 742 cal limit for thanksgiving then back to water fasting depending. If I’m 99 in 6 days, or even 101.2. No 99, I can go to 400 after thanksgiving til con but that’s just 9 days. That’s 216 hours.. 3 days more than what I’m doing now. Only an hour and half in.. the fucking irony of my stomach making noises because of the pill moving my food and my fat gut digesting pizza and he asks if I want anything for lunch. His appetite has come back some. But I’m still only 74 pounds lighter… our difference needs to be drastic.. if I were 84 he’d be 100 pounds more than me. But he’s gonna lose more.. 74 pounds lighter than me then he’d be 158… prolly as far down as he’ll get anyway… it’s so triggering to me.. I’ll have to lose weight fasting like this. I’m clipping all my nails when I get out of the shower. Maybe I’ll paint them. He whispered I love you. Doesn’t sound like him. That fake. God he won’t touch me rn why did he think it would be so easy for me to touch her last night? We just had that conversation JUST a few hours before. Then turned it around like I was the bad one. They’re about to be so busy with work I can at least fake eat. I’ll not ask for food from their job. Hell maybe I’ll drop a cup size by Dec 1 that’d be nice. Imma finish my wig… well one of them today. And drink my water and whatnot. Maybe if I faint at thanksgiving my dad will give a shit. I have to be smaller and clearly sicker than my dumb ass step sister… taking laxatives.. god and she looks like an ugly witch right now. At least when I’m thin I’m pretty.. I want her to see me and how I do it so much better. I want them to wonder what happened to me and worry. My dad will give me money to try and encourage me to get groceries and I’ll be grateful. I just want them to care. The perfect little partner on this camping trip. He can pull me onto his lap. They’ll be wine I’m sure. His parents are fancy. My sweet reward for my hard work. Only needing a glass to get a good buzz. They’ll order that fancy pizza. I’ll grab a small piece and take a bite. Two bites for symbolism. Maybe eat the slice.

[meditating-dog-lover]

Health update

I've been feeling so much better recently. Eating in the morning helps, especially a healthy carb like a banana or strawberries (I didn't have any bananas left so I had some fresh strawberries on my drive to work).

I do have minimal skin inflammation and don't even need to use steroids. My sister commented on how clear my skin looks and compared it to how inflamed it looked last months. It looked so bad and I felt hopeless. Now it's clearing up, the infections are going away, and I still have some inflammation on my hands but I don't need steroids (I think they look fine but I have some stubborn inflammation on my left palm).

I was worried about consuming extra calories throughout the day. But eating a carb in the morning gets rid of my inflammation and it works so well. I'm taking a break from fasting, but I'm going to stick to having a small snack in the morning. Even with the concern about extra calories, at least I now have the energy to go on long walks on my own. I used to be too fatigued to go for a simple walk. I love walking and can go for miles. But fasting made me feel so fatigued, I could no longer go for my regular walks.

I was reading a book today that talks about some lifestyle habits for people like me who are stressed and high energy. It says to reduce anything that causes stress, so to do gentle workouts like walking, pilates, and yoga, get massages and acupuncture (idk how I feel about that because needles and idk if it's scientifically backed, I haven't looked into it), quality sleep, meditation, epsom salt baths, and aromatherapy. These all sound relaxing to me.

I feel so much better now that I'm not fasting. My skin is healing and it may not be perfect. At least it looks great compared to how it looked previously and even without steroids (would look better and less inflamed but it looks great). I am eating well and have more energy to go for my long walks. I'm taking my dog out for long walks now and we love it.

I feel much less hopeless and depressed over my health. Within a month I recovered so fast. My skin still needs some healing time, but I know I will recover. Seeing my health decline hurt me a lot psychologically. I felt hopeless and so depressed and even angry. Now my skin is a lot better. And I have enough energy to walk 10k steps daily. I feel more optimistic about my health and now I can adopt other relaxing/cortisol reducing healthy habits and am more hopeful about other things stressing me out like my mental health and teeth. If anything both require adequate nutrition, vitamins, and minerals which prolonged fasting takes away from you.

Besides that my diet has been healthy. I had 1/4 of a crumbl cookie at work today (balance). I'm taking my digestive enzymes and drinking aloe juice. I feel less bloated and feel great overall.

I do have tight muscular calves and I know walking a lot does contribute to this. Probably even genetics as I've had this 10+ years ago before I started college (I saw old photos of myself). I'll see how I want to address this. Healthwise the muscles feel tight, so it makes sense to stretch them. Cosmetically they appear large compared o the rest of my body and wanted to see if there are safe nonsurgical methods to reduce their size.

I'm feeling great now and am so happy. My skin is healing because I'm eating more and am starting my day off with a healthy carb like a banana or strawberries. Also I now have the energy to go for long walks, which burns more calories (I was concerned about eating more calories but I'll definitely do that if it means saving my energy and skin). I'm optimistic I will heal. I'll see how I feel towards the end of this month. I've always been in decent health and seeing myself decline so rapidly was distressing. Thank goodness I found the root cause and I am addressing it and feeling much better now. I went for a walk now, let me see what other relaxing habits I can do tomorrow and this weekend.

[lets-donate-a-kidney]

Did my final pre-screening before surgery today! I went to the hospital two weeks before the actual surgery so they could confirm I'm still healthy. For this visit they only needed an EKG, blood draw, and urine sample. Everything came out normal.

The transplant team also used this visit to tell me more about what to expect:

Lead-up to surgery:

In about a week, I can pick up my painkiller prescription for after surgery.

On the day before surgery, I'll be on a clear liquid diet. That means tea, water, coffee, and other drinks with no solids are okay. No juice with pulp, or solid food.

After midnight, I'm not supposed to eat or drink anything except for the fancy carb drink (Ensure) that they gave me. They want me to drink that between midnight and my arrival at the hospital.

The point of this is to reduce the risk of aspiration (stomach fluid entering the lungs) during my surgery, and speed up recovery time afterward. Abdominal surgery is pretty tough on your stomach!

They also gave me an anti-bacterial body wash (Hibiclens) they want me to use the morning of surgery to minimize the risk of infection later.

The surgery itself

They want me to arrive on December 27th at 5am(!), and the surgery itself will start at 7am.

I'll get a chance to meet with the surgeon, nurses and anesthesiologist and discuss any last questions/concerns. I can change my mind at the last second if I choose - they reminded me there's no obligation - but I'm quite sure of my decision.

I'll change into a gown, get wheeled back to the operating room, they'll stick me with the needle, and then it's lights-out time.

The operation takes about 2-3 hours. After that, I'll be monitored closely in the PACU (Post-Anesthesia Care Unit) so they can make sure I wake up on time and no immediate issues arise. After I wake up in the PACU, I'll probably have to wait another 4-6 hours before they move me to a normal hospital room with more privacy.

Recovery

I'm likely to wake up with a scratchy throat (thanks to the oxygen mask they'll use while I'm in surgery), and definitely with a catheter and IV needle to make sure I don't get dehydrated. They'll give me painkillers before I wake up, too.

The PACU doesn't allow visitors or have much privacy (only curtains), but I can have things brought in, like my phone and books.

The normal hospital room afterward does allow visitors. I'll also meet with several members of the transplant team afterward for discussing recovery and follow-up visits. I expect my biggest challenge will be just enduring all the people talking to me in one day!

They expect I'll be able to walk around almost immediately after waking up, and even encourage it (as long as I have someone watching in case I get dizzy). The sooner I walk after surgery, the sooner the digestive system will "wake up" and start functioning normally again.

I'll probably stay in the hospital for one night. The next morning they'll remove the catheter and, assuming there's no complications, I'll go straight home. A family member will be driving me, of course, and will stay with me at home for a few days.

Besides "don't move too fast or bend over if it hurts," and "don't lift anything over 10 pounds or do strenuous exercise," recovery should be pretty straightforward. Also, I'm planning to pick up some prune juice and Greek yogurt, as I've heard those can help a lot for post-surgery nausea and bloating.

Honestly, I think the hardest parts will be boredom, and dealing with all the professionals explaining things at me. I'm not afraid of pain - they can treat pain! But there is no treatment for a group of very earnest and well-meaning people asking you "Any questions?" and "Do you feel okay?" a dozen times in one day.

I don't blame them for it. I know they have to, and they ethically should, and most of their surgery patients are probably way more nervous and want more hand-holding than I do. Me, just give me a painkiller, my smartphone, and a book, and I'm happy. (And preferably a veggie burger. But that will have to wait till I'm out of the hospital.)

[izzayy]

Okay, I’m going to go back to a calorie deficit starting tomorrow. Today I’m doing a 24-hour liquid fast to get me back into the disordered mindset. Right now I’m drinking a sickening green juice, it’s 45 calories. I’ve been binging so much lately I feel like a pig. There’s this guy I kinda like a bit and I wanna try and lose some weight before I see him again or at least lose the bloating. I also want to lose weight before school starts back up. I have two months, all I need is consistency. I’ll also start exercising today. People always say “I’ll start tomorrow” or “I’ll start Monday” My mom says that a lot. My philosophy is to start immediately. Even if you had a Big Mac and half way through eating you decided you want to go on a low carb diet, throw that bitch away! Or at least the buns anyways. There’s this video I saw on tiktok, it was good.

Whenever I find myself looking to eat all I hear is “put some dish soap on them damn donuts” and it helps. I’ll post the video in a bit. On the bright side, my mom doesn’t really see me for most of the day so I can get away with not eating. Maybe when I really feel like eating, I can cut instead. I’ve also fallen off the cutting wagon. It’s been too long and my pretty scars are fading. I made a decently deep cut not that long ago though. It didn’t hurt the way it should’ve, that upset me.

[bigwishes]

I’m tired of being this overlooked chubby med student. I want to spice up my life and change of routine, if that can be possible.

oh buddy, medical school? why would you do that to yourself that's so much work. I tell you what Ill make things a bit easier for you and I'll take all your hard work and put it somewhere else, and we will definitely make sure you are never overlooked again.

today's a bit odd, all of your classes seem to have been cancelled every single one of your teachers being sick on the same day? weird, almost like the stars aligned to give you the perfect day off and what's weirder is you aren't tired, you slept like shit being up so late working but today you feel full of energy, ready to make some changed in your life. You make a smoothie for breakfast, with a side of toast, you watch a beginner's workout routine online and decide that you are gonna hit the gym today, make some changes for the dream body you want. who could resist a hot buff doctor am I right?

You get to the gym and I won't lie its an intimating atmosphere, big guys slamming weights calling each other huge, but you overcome the nervousness with a new found confidence, no one would give you shit for going to the gym? what guy would make fun of you for making changes? no one, you have nothing to worry about.

you start the workout and keep checking your phone to make sure you are doing things right, a couple of guys talk to you and say good job for starting to make some changes, a few other guys come and correct your form and work out with you for a bit. one guy tells you you should take a before pic to track your progress through the months and you think its a great idea. So you pull out your phone, but maybe that smoothie isn't sitting to well and you feel bloated and sick, you start to sweat like you have a fever, maybe you went too hard to fast, should you sit down, maybe you should drink some water, maybe ask for som he-

the thoughts running through your head are interrupted by the biggest, loudest burp you've done in your life, guys turn to look at you and chuckle making jokes about too much protein before a workout. You can't help as you keep letting out small burps and hiccups as your body gets warmer, with each blech relieving pressure in your body as you see all the chub in the mirror melt away, in the middle of the gym and no one notices but you. Guys make comments about how good you look every few moments but surely you cant be the only one seeing what is happening to your body. Before long its over and you are left standing there amazed at the new you.

you look like you've been working out for years, this is starting to be the best day of your life. You can't stop thinking about how this happened but you don't really care, you finally have the body you always wanted. Something smells off though and...it's you, guys walk past you cracking jokes about how your B.O could strip paint, and they are right, you don't want to get in your car like this you'll never get rid of the smell. Guys begin to leave the gym and a worker lets you know you need to leave, a competition is starting in about 40 minutes, you ask if you have time for a shower and he shows you to the bathroom and tells you to be quick.

what a great day, you got a whole day off classes, you magically got the body of your dreams and are motivated to keep it, you close your eyes and let the water hit your back.

but your day isn't over yet bud, you were tired of being overlooked well now I'll make sure you never get over looked again.

you feel as your body grows heavier, and all the muscle on you hurts, you skins becomes tighter and feels like it might tear, you open your eyes and see you are still getting bigger. you find it hard to turn around in the shower, you even find it hard to wash yourself, each chunk of massive muscle gets stuck on the next and you can't move properly. You quickly turn the water off and squeeze yourself out of the door before you get stuck in the shower. you look at your clothes, no way will you fit in those now but you need to at least put on some underwear. but your underwear has been replaced with a tight bodybuilding poser, a small black piece of elastic meant to show off all of you, and man is it small, you can barely fit you package in it, but that isnt a problem for long, as your dick shrinks down to fit inside the poser, you try and take and get the black elastic off your body but your body is now so largely awkward you can barely touch your hip.

you feel the water over your body become sticky and the smell of flowers from the gym's soap turns sour, every drop of water on you has transformed into sweat and the stench is worse than before.

you get a notification on your phone "bodybuilding comp in 10 minute". The gym employee walks in the bathroom to let you know the shows about to start but as he opens the door he gags on the smell "dude I thought you said you were gonna shower before the show, hurry up contestants need to sign in now" he slams the door and you are left alone staring at the mirror. you wanted, a change, and you were tired of being over looked, now you got it. You aren't in med school anymore, and now you never were to begin with. You get to spend the rest of your days as a bodybuilder, winning shows to pay your bills, and you will win any show you enter. Your package has been shrunk down not to distract from your body and your odour will make sure you are always the centre of attention in a room, on and off stage.

[sickstarlight]

different causes of sickness

a friend had asked me for some advice on how I write differences between different types of sickness or reasons someone could get sick! so I typed up a reference of details I try to keep in mind in my writing. not by any means meant to be comprehensive but these are some of the more common things I see used or use myself!

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drinking related:

drank too much: everyone’s threshold for this is going to be different obvs both in terms of how much alcohol they need and how wasted they’re able/willing to be before getting sick. also ime you have to be QUITE drunk for being drunk alone to make you sick, to the point where it may be dangerous, so personally I like this combined with something else - motion, something not sitting right in their stomach, etc - but it can be good otherwise too. probably the first thing the character will notice or be aware of if they have any warning is that being drunk stops feeling good at this point. they might feel flushed and/or clammy and will probably feel dizzy, their mouth might feel really dry depending on what they’ve been drinking. this is probably also the point where they recognize they have limited control of their body, feet might feel too heavy to move or head might be spinning, may feel very clumsy and suddenly become AWARE of it.

they might FEEL motion sick even if they’re not moving too because their motion sense is fucked at this point. might feel heavy but this is likely to be a whole body heaviness NOT just their stomach (though they might be very aware of it); might or might not be able to place the feeling of nausea. maybe burping but it depends on what they’ve been drinking (carbonated or not, mixed with soda, etc) and what else they ate! they MIGHT feel okay after throwing up but their friend probably shouldn’t let them drink anymore even if they do.

also this might come with very little warning, they may go from feeling fine and giggling with their friends to suddenly feeling Wrong to hurling all over the floor in a matter of minutes or even a few seconds. if they have friends with them who have been with them drunk regularly, depending on who’s more sober their friends might notice they look unsteady and/or queasy before they realize they don’t feel well.

other good things here: alcohol that tastes so strong it’s all they can taste when they throw it back up, feeling dizzy but not placing it as nauseous right away, feeling like their head is too heavy to lift. reeling on their feet when a drink hits them too hard and feeling the whole room spin.

drank too quickly - more likely to come on SUPER suddenly, but they’ll probably recognize it right away (unless they’ve already been drinking) because the alcohol hasn’t had time to get to their brain yet. so with gradually drinking more than they should they will get drunk first and THEN get sick, but if they drink too much too fast right off the bat they’ll start to feel some effects probably but they’ll also know pretty quick that their drinks aren’t gonna stay down.

hung over - throwing up from a hangover is a combination of a buildup of alcohol byproducts in the stomach, and the stomach lining being irritated + producing more acid. a headache is also a significant part of the misery of a hangover but (unlike a migraine, where the pain directly leads to vomiting) isn’t necessarily related to any queasiness, so the headache might get worse with sound, light, or movement, but their stomach likely won’t. they might feel a little like they have heartburn (or actually GET some acid reflux) from acid buildup, and their stomach might be sore or feel too warm as well as being upset. 

the only real cure for a hangover is slow sips of clear fluids and bland foods to help settle the stomach and reduce the acid, but lots of people swear by other things - certain kinds of foods, drinking more alcohol, etc, so that’s something you can have fun with! depending on how much alcohol is still in their bloodstream, they might also still feel a little drunk/tipsy and have some issues with their balance, thinking clearly, etc, which could make the nausea worse; also some people might always get sick from hangovers but others might not so consider how your character deals with that! They also might wake up sick, or feel sick right away, or might not feel sick at all until trying to get some fluids or take meds for their headache (especially since ibuprofen/aspirin also irritate the stomach lining).

food related:

ate too much -  character will likely feel bloated and tight, food might feel heavy in their stomach. depending on what they’re stuffed with there might be burping esp if there’s a lot of gas in their stomach, or a lot of gagging and unproductive dry heaving if it’s very heavy/solid. might need to drink something to get anything up, or have help from someone, or might just take a while to finally puke as their overstuffed stomach struggles to break down their meal enough that their stretched out muscles can get anything moving. any firm pressure on the stomach is gonna feel worse and likely to make them gag even if they’re not ready to throw up yet. maybe weak strained tummy noises as they try to digest. (side note if a lot of their stomach contents are liquid like soup, drinks, etc they’ll throw that up a lot faster; also a good excuse to discuss sloshing/jostling/swirling around in their tummy)

ate too quickly - ties in well to eating too much since it’s easy eating in a hurry to not realize you’re full until it’s already a little late - eating or drinking anything too fast can also make some people’s stomachs hurt or get upset in general, and is an easy way to end up swallowing a lot of air which can obviously lead to feeling much more full and tight with lots of burping that could easily bring up more!

ate something bad - this could be rotten, poorly prepared, or just something that upsets their stomach but what it is might change the feeling of it so there’s definitely variety here. probably also feels heavy but more localized, like they can feel the specific food they ate and where it’s settled in their stomach. might also be painful and cause cramping and tenderness. imo nausea from this is more likely to come in waves and recede but might also be more readily recognizable as nausea. some things I like in this scenario - character thinking about what they ate and feeling worse, imagining they can feel individual parts of their food in their stomach, burping and tasting what they ate (possibly noticing the taste having gone sour / etc in their stomach). good place to describe stuff like how greasy smt was/feeling the grease coating their stomach, or otherwise talk about the specific way the food feels in their tummy and how much it makes them want to puke. unlike with eating too much, they’re likely not to feel better until ALL of the offending food is out of their stomach (while with overeating, they may throw up a few times and then start to feel better once there’s less pressure on their stomach).

general notes - if something the character ate is what’s making them feel sick, a lot of focus on hyperawareness of how much food is in their stomach/how heavy it feels are gonna be big sensory things (as well as maybe taste, pressure/tightness, stomach contents moving around)

illness

appendicitis - if you’re looking for something more serious than food poisoning or a stomach bug, this is sure to end up with a character in the hospital as they’ll need surgery! the big distinguishing thing is pain, which will be sharp and located on the lower right side of the abdomen (or may start near the navel and move down). any kind of exertion or sudden muscle movement can make the pain worse. if the character or one of their caretakers is knowledgeable and suspects appendicitis, they might do the rebound test, which causes pain to get drastically worse AFTER placing pressure on the area and releasing it. sickness usually begins after the pain starts and may get worse when something exacerbates the pain as well.

in addition to nausea and vomiting, other symptoms can include fever, bloating, and bowel issues (either diarrhea or constipation), which will usually get worse over the course of the infection. if the character is treated soon enough (within 2-3 days) they’ll usually feel better after surgery and recover relatively quickly, but if they’re not seen by a doctor and the appendix ruptures they’ll likely need more extensive treatment including antibiotics and a longer hospital stay to make sure they won’t develop sepsis. (in some cases, symptoms could seem to suddenly go away when the appendix ruptures because it releases pressure, but worse symptoms would rapidly develop!)

rarely, there’s also such thing as chronic appendicitis, where milder symptoms may appear and recede over the course of weeks or months before developing into acute appendicitis and prompting surgery.

coughs, colds, strep, etc - can all cause vomiting as secondary symptoms thanks to postnasal drip, throat irritation, or forceful coughing. serious enough throat irritation or buildup of mucus can make a character gag, or feel the need to, and so can coughing up phlegm from their chest. if they’re sniffly and have their sinuses draining down the back of their throat, they may end up swallowing a lot of mucus too which can make them feel nauseous as their stomach gets full of sticky snot. I think these work best as emeto scenarios for characters with weak gag reflexes!

food poisoning - separate from eating something bad because food poisoning from a virus or bacteria is a longer lasting illness with a later onset; the character may first get sick within a few hours of eating the contaminated food, or it may incubate and make them sick within a day or two. like stomach flu (also frequently foodborne) many types can cause both vomiting and diarrhea, but symptoms vary depending on specific cause. characters also might puke early on and then develop more symptoms and become sicker later as bacteria multiply and produce toxins, and may take several days to recover from the later onset where they could have persistent nausea, or might feel okay and even regain their appetite if they don’t try to eat  but be unable to keep much or any food down. most types of food poisoning also cause pain, swelling, bloating, and cramping, usually in the lower part of the stomach and upper intestines, so those are other symptoms your character might have to deal with in addition to puking!

stomach flu - character may be feverish or achy as well as nauseous while their body fights the infection, which is an additional great source of hurt/comfort fuel! can cause both vomiting and diarrhea, so even food they manage to keep down might still sting them later. because it directly causes irritation and inflammation in the stomach and lower GI tract, character might throw up frequently or after every meal, or might be able to handle clear fluids but no solids, or some bland foods but nothing with significant sugar, spices, or fat. they also might only be able to drink or eat in very small amounts without bringing it back up. their stomach may hurt and feel like it’s cramping even if they haven’t tried to eat, and they may get only very brief relief of nausea after each time they’re sick because it reduces the immediate pressure on the stomach but not the inflammation; they might feel nauseous constantly or end up dry heaving even when there’s nothing in their stomach, and might need to keep a basin of some kind nearby for a couple of days since they can’t be sure if they’re done. dehydration is a common complication and can cause headaches, weakness, and dizziness in addition to other symptoms! the most common stomach virus, norovirus, is also EXTREMELY contagious, and virus particles can aerosolize and scatter widely during vomiting, so the caretaker may not be safe either.

injury, other medical

anaesthesia - people react to this in all kinds of ways but getting sick is really common so it can be combined with just about any reaction. character might be disoriented or dizzy and have trouble with balance, walking, other coordinated movement. some might be really confused and have trouble communicating their ideas clearly or say things that might not make any sense to other characters. from the anaesthetized character’s perspective though they’re  probably making total sense so it can also be fun to include their muddled thought process and what they’re feeling or thinking that they express in weird ways! other characters might feel pretty clearheaded and be able to communicate clearly though. they might feel “light” or like they're floating, or very  detached from their body; this may cause more dizziness and vertigo. they may also be cold they might feel nauseous right away and persistently from the anaesthetic irritating their stomach, or might only get sick from moving that makes the “floating” feeling worse. general anaesthetic is usually used for surgery so if they aren’t immediately nauseous the character can also wake up really hungry from fasting before, so eating too much or too quickly might also make them realize they’re nauseous and end up with them puking.

concussion - there are a lot of reasons someone might get sick from a concussion, but the most common (non threatening) are vertigo / vestibular disturbance and headaches! the character might  get nauseous or throw up when they turn too quickly or stand up too fast if their balance center is disrupted, or might have head pain similar to a migraine that makes them sick and can have similar sensitivities. mild concussions without other complications can still last up to a week after the injury, but the character should get sick less and less often as time goes on, so the most intense phase for sickness caused by a concussion is shortly after it happens! Frequently repeated or prolonged bouts of vomiting are often signs of more serious injury though, so if you’re keeping it mild they should probably be brief and a little spaced out even early on, though a character might have intermittent nausea between them. other symptoms of concussion are important too here - big ones are short term amnesia, loss of coordination, difficulty concentrating, and confusion. they might also hear ringing in their ears or sometimes have visual disturbances like in migraines! 

migraine - the pain from migraines can directly cause vomiting, especially when it’s at its peak, but it might also be caused by aura effects on balance and vision! (some people get tunnel vision or “kaleidoscope” vision with migraines, some just get dizzy, some people even hallucinate strong smells or tastes which could also lead to nausea!) for some people, the headache gets better after throwing up, but not everyone; they also might or might not feel the buildup of nausea or persistent nausea throughout their migraine, or alternately might retch or throw up almost IMMEDIATELY when any trigger makes their pain worse (common triggers are bright or flashing light, loud or high pitched sounds, strong smells, and sudden movement, but people have lots of different triggers so they can be a lot of things!) many people can’t chase off a migraine until after they’ve slept so you might also include them trying to get comfortable only to have their head start hurting worse or their stomach get upset and make them scramble to get over the trash bin.

motion sickness - anyone can get motion sick but some people are more prone to it than others! so you might have characters who always get motion sick in any moving vehicle, or who are okay in cars but can’t travel on water, or who only get sick with intense movement like on roller coasters - or characters who aren’t prone to motion sickness in general, but discover they get it when fatigued, anxious, etc. different characters might also experience it differently - for some there may be a cycle of gradual buildup of nausea until it becomes unbearable and they throw up, while for others it might come on suddenly, or they might have low level nausea throughout a trip but only puke when there’s a more sudden or violent movement. some people also only get motion sick after a period of time, and might be fine on short trips but get sick if they’re traveling longer.

other notes: many people who get carsick don’t get sick if they’re driving! being able to get fresh air also helps many people, as well as focusing on the horizon if possible. some people prone to motion sickness will also experience the opposite when sitting still but watching movement onscreen like in a video game. likewise, reading or looking at a still object for long while moving can trigger motion sickness, even in people who are less prone to it otherwise.

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3/3 Would kiribaku(or other chara) be down for menstrual sex or just give the reader some space bc ya kno, its where shes sensitive physically AND emotionally. Like sure, menstrual sex can be pleasurable and ease pain but the reader doesnt want them near her at the height of her sensitivity on everything. Thank you for reading and (probably) considering this. Also please ignore this if you dont want to, for reasons, I'll still be cool with it and respect your boundaries

I really wanted to do bakutodo for this, hope you guys don’t mind! I just don’t write for that pairing often enough and it’s such a fun dynamic.

But what I’m thinking is that It’d be a mixed bag.

(What to expect - NSFW, period sex, marathon sex, dubcon & noncon, all the usual stuff. Extremely horny bakutodo lol)

Bakugou is a bit lost, he’s an only child and never really grew up with a lot of female presence in his life other than his mom, and I feel like she wouldn’t really talk about her periods. So while he’s not blindsided (he know’s what a period is, he’s a grown man), he’s just.... wary. Isn’t sure if it changes how you feel, or if there’s an open wound inside of you, or if he’d hurt you (more than he normally does) by fucking you.

Unfortunately, he still “uses” you while you’re bleeding, sits you down between his legs and tells you to open your mouth. He’s gentler on your period, doesn’t facefuck you or gag you on his cock, lets you go at your own pace for the most part. If you take too long, or aren’t trying to make him feel good though, he’ll snap at you a bit to hurry it up.

Todoroki doesn’t approve of this treatment, would prefer for Bakugou to not treat your throat so roughly. He grew up with Fuyumi, and while she wasn’t exactly open about that time of the month, he was an observant person.

He knew that she’d get a bit more emotional, prone to crying over seemingly trivial things. His sister would be more tired than usual, spend a lot of time curled up in bed with a heating pad, a bottle of medicine close by on her bedside table.

Peppermint hair should take his own advice about being gentle though.

He does his research, glasses perched on his nose while he scrolls through article after article about period sex, reaching a general consensus about it as you suck Bakugou off under the table while the blonde eats. 

Neither man minds blood, and when Todoroki gives Bakugou the lowdown of period sex - that you might be a little more sensitive emotionally and physically, your cervix is a bit more open, the blood can actually act as a natural lubricant, it can ease pain, and sex could shorten the length of your period, which he’s sure you’d like that - both men are turned on by the end of the discussion.

Unfortunately, they don’t take into consideration that you’re feeling gross and bloated, a stray pimple near your hairline and pain lacing your abdomen. it’s decided that Todoroki approach you first, a warm drink and a back rub, even though you’re frowning the entire time. When his hands start sliding under your shirt, rubbing little circles into your lower back with his thumbs, you beg for him to wait, you’re on your period, there’s blood and it’s gross and-

That’s Bakugou’s cue to stomp into the room, grinning from ear to ear. He’s decidedly less gentle than Todoroki, pulling off your pants before you can say anything, grabbing an ankle when your legs flail.

The blonde preps you with his fingers, unbothered by the blood coating them. He makes you cum while the other man preoccupies your mouth.

Todoroki fucks you first, lays you down on your back and takes you with slow, deep, measured thrusts that make the both of you sigh in pleasure. After you’ve both reached your orgasm, then it’s Bakugou’’s turn, the blonde rough and almost violent with his handling of you. Still, he knows how to make you cum, and he does, before seating himself balls deep and shooting his load.

Then it’s Todoroki’s turn again, and he’s not gentle this time. He just as harsh as Bakugou, which makes the blond grin. You’re sniffling a bit at the rough treatment, but you can’t deny that it feels good, Bakugou pawing at your tits, Todoroki rutting into you deep and fast.

You all crowd into the shower after Todoroki cums, making you squirt in the process. The water washes away the blood and cum and slick, but there’s soon more, as Bakugou and Todoroki can’t resist fucking you again, bending you at the waist while Bakugou pounds into your cunt so you’re forced to suck Todoroki off, nose buried in bi-colored pubes.

You rest a bit after that, Todoroki stripping the sheets of the bed (they had forgotten to put down a towel) while Bakugou makes you drink some water and talks about how good his girl is.

They’re kind, carrying you to the couch where you all bundle up in blankets, Todoroki placing his warm hand over your lower stomach, heating it up slightly to act as a heating pad.

The kind act doesn’t last long, because soon enough his hand is trailing downwards, stroking softly against your mound, making you whine and plead for rest. Bakugou shushes you harshly, looks over and realizes what Todoroki’s doing, start ribbing the other man about not being able to keep his hands to himself.

But then he’s touching you too, kissing at your neck, reaching underneath your shirt to roll a nipple between his fingers, making you gasp and arch.

You get pulled into Bakugou’s lap, his greedy hands grabbing and squeezing and fondling all of your flesh while Todoroki claims your mouth. The blonde ruts against you, and it feels good, but you just want to sleep.

They fuck you on the couch, Bakugou bouncing you in his lap while Todoroki uses your hand to jack off.

Afterwards, you’re simply wiped off, Todoroki cleaning up your slit and Bakugou’s soaked thighs and dick with a wet washcloth.

They’re insatiable, and you don’t know why. Todoroki keeps saying they’re helping you, with pain and by shortening your period, and Bakugou chimes in with a laugh, aren’t they nice?

You get fucked int the kitchen, bent over the counter and pounded from behind by Bakugou while Todoroki watches impassively from across the counter, pants tenting.

You get fucked on the washing machine while you’re trying to wash ruined panties, Todoroki sitting you on the moving machine and spreading your legs, smiling at you gently before pushing inside.

Several times on the bed, once on the floor, up against the wall or bent over the table.

It’s safe to say that both men love period sex.