#waiting for my tummy to settle to eat some dinner.

[roadkill-dreaming]

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[thebearer]

could you do a subtle (maybe teering on mid/heavy) dominance with carm and they’re getting ready for bed ? ( you don’t have to do getting ready for bed it just the first thing that came to mind) anyways thanks in advance !!



You walked through the door, shedding your clothes with each step. "I can not fucking wait to get in this bed, and I swear to God I'm not leaving it all day tomorrow." You huffed, flinging a shoe then the other towards the closet door.

Carmen snorted lightly, setting down his phone to look at you. "Yeah? Sounds good t'me, baby. You know I won't stop you." He grinned, lazy and sweet, your chest feeling with warmth.

You rolled your eyes lightly, bending over to shimmy out of your jeans. Carmen's eyes were trained on you, tongue running over his bottom lip. "Was the dinner that bad?" He asked. He got his answer with how hard you flung the jeans towards the hamper.

"The worst, Carm." You huffed, falling dramatically on the bed beside him. "I don't understand what the purpose of a work dinner even is. We didn't even fucking work, and the food was so disgusting, I couldn't even eat it-"

"-Hold on." Carmen held up his hand, eyes cutting to you. "You didn't eat? You didn't eat at all?"

You huffed, an eye roll of a sigh that had Carmen's brow raising at you. "No, Carmy, I didn't eat. It was disgusting. I couldn't even fake it. Plus, with how much Tonya was talking, I didn't really get a chance."

"Baby, that's not..." Carmen was already rolling out of bed.

"Carmen." You groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed. "I'm fine. I'll be alright."

"You're hungry." Carmen insisted, one look at you and he could see the way you paused, just a passing second, but it was enough for him to know he was right. "What do you want to eat, huh? I've got a left over sandwich in the fridge or-or I can make you somethin'."

"I'll be fine, Carmy, please." You whined, pushing up on your arms to watch him pad down the hall. "Come back to bed. I just wanna sleep."

"I'm not letting you go to bed on an empty stomach. I know you haven't eaten shit since this morning," True. "And I know you didn't drink any water today, and you'll wake up all sad and sick tomorrow and be in a terrible fuckin' mood." Also true. Carmen knew it, the finality of his voice told you that.

"I will not." You pouted, crossing your arms over your bare chest.

"I'm not arguin' with you about this." Carmen's tone was firm- final. It sent chills down your spine, thighs pressing together. "So what did Tonya talk about?"

"Her kids. One wants to be a chef and she was asking me pointers, like I would know." You rolled your eyes, shimmying your body half off the bed to grab one of Carmen's shirts- your favorite one to sleep in, slipping it over your body.

"Tell her to tell them to not fuckin' do it, that's my advice." Carmen muttered, a plate clattering on the counter.

You could feel the guilt settling in your tummy, in a deep pit that had you fidgeting. The guilt of Carmen taking care of you, when you'd been to careless to do it yourself. You knew he didn't mind but it still made you feel a little uneasy, even when he brought the sandwich in, glass of water in his free hand.

"You really didn't have to do that, Carmy. I was fine." You muttered, looking at the plate in front of you.

"Stop." Carmen shook his head at you. "Eat, alright? Don't need to be goin' all day without eatin'. You know that."

"I could afford to miss a meal, I promise. I'd be alright." Though your tone was teasing, playing on the edge of a joke, Carmen found it anything but funny.

"What did you just say?" Carmen's eyes were hard, cutting like his tone. You paused, looking at him carefully. It was a tone he rarely used, saved it for the kitchen. Only bringing it out on times when he was really upset.

"I was just-"

"Don't you ever let me hear you say some shit like that again, you hear me?" Carmen's jaw flexed, shaking his head at you. You could feel the warmth spreading from your cheeks to your chest. Embarrassment? Maybe at being chastised like that. But judging by the dull ache between your legs, you knew it was probably something else.

"Eat your food." Carmen nodded, still firm but with a softer edge this time.

You didn't argue, his tone was final, you were hungry, and, fuck, was that sandwich good. A classic Italian sub with a positively Carmy twist on it. Carmen waited until you finished your water- after having to remind you to finish it with so much as a sigh and a "there's that much left, just drink it f'me please?"- pulling you under the covers with him to listen to the rest of your dinner.

You felt better. Soured attitude dissipated and the dull headache forming behind your eyes was gone, no longer thudding with every beat of your heart.

[tumbluuurp]

Taco Bell Meets Stomach Virus

Jessica’s stomach hurt, and she knew that even though there were pangs of hunger, something wasn’t quite right. The catered Taco Bell was her only option, so she scanned the spread looking for the least greasy, spicy option.

“Everything okay?” Her colleague noticed her hesitation.

“Yes! My stomach just kind of feels weird, I’m just being nauseous- er, cautious, rather!” Jessica tried her best to laugh off her slip of the tongue. But deep down, she was concerned, was nausea slowly creeping up her throat?

“Well, hopefully not the first, with the tummy flu spreading!” Her colleague chortled before walking away towards the nacho tower.

Jessica’s stomach gurgled, she had to eat something or the burning ache would get worse. Nervously, she settled on a few tacos and her colleague insisted on sharing a heaping helping of nachos covered in gloopy queso.

The first few bites seemed to satiate the hunger in her belly, the gurgling felt less angry and turned more into a digesting rumble. Was it just her, or was the aching going away too?

Grateful, Jessica accepted a deluxe chalupa, hoping the extra bites would further satisfy her belly. And, when she got up from the table, she felt the meal slowly drop further into her stomach, settling like a brick.

She groaned slightly, not looking forward to another few hours at work. Her groan didn’t quite cover the loud squelch from her abdomen, though, and a belch escaped from her lips before she realized what was happening.

“Ay, dios mio!” Some of her Hispanic male colleagues laughed. “Los frijoles…the beans! Too much on your belly!” They laughed again, rubbing their beer bellies mockingly.

Jessica rubbed her own stomach defensively, “hey, I ate my fair share!”

An hour later though, she very much regretted eating at all, much less her fair share.

Jessica knew stepping up for team members who’d been ill with the stomach virus was risky, and assisting amusement park guests suffering from the same was even worse.

Now, after dinner, her stomach was making the same uncomfortable gurgling noises she’d heard from the man who vomited on the tram, and the woman who’d begged for the nearest toilet with tears in her eyes.

It had been hours since she’d eaten, but it all felt like it was jammed into her lower belly. The miles she’d walked since eating had almost helped her dinner digest, but it felt like her bowels were a bubbling cauldron of lava.

The pressure in her lower gut was nearly overwhelming. She hadn’t eaten that much, had she?

Suddenly, she remembered that late the night before, she’d helped a sick young woman. The poor thing had been clutching her stomach, eyes darting, before thrusting her face over a stinking trash can and releasing a stream of chunky vomit. Through retches and gasps, she’d wailed “I’m not drunk, I promise, I’m a kindergarten teacher, I’m sick…!”

The pale young woman threw up what seemed to be endless, concluding by grabbing her stomach again, “hoooohhhh, that came out of nowhere, it must be norovirus,” before releasing another splash of half digested stomach contents.

Jessica closed her eyes and winced, remembering how she’d waited with the ill woman until she was well enough for the nurses station. Now, she knew the dreaded virus was in her stomach, mixing with the fast food.

Except it was too late for her meal to come up. She felt it pushing downwards in her tummy…

[vvintwrs]

" leave the scent of your cologne.. "

civilian reader x pro hero bakugo

got a steady idea from a fic I read, awhile ago!! not a og idea, obviously this is actually really messy, in my opinion, and it is all over the place but I'm not that unhappy with how it turned out, There were a few ways I wanted to end it BUT I chose this.. Um, I'm aware it actually isn't THAT great at all! but i'd love feedback from you guys try to enjoy this! i'd also like to take requests!!!

warnings: messy as fuck, emotions everywhere, cheating bakugo, talk of sexual acts (like once), supposed to be angsty? I think that's all please let me know if I missed any lol.

"am I seductive? Call me back in an hour.."

You are almost sure you could run a marathon, the burst of energy springing throughout your tummy to the rest of your joints is what makes you believe that a 100 times more.

it's the first time in a while you feel so active especially, after having done your house duties for the day, so with nothing else to do you want to go outside, you want to feel the almost harsh breeze against your smooth skin.

You haven't walked these streets in so long, that you almost don't recognize the very neighborhood you reside in, one moment you feel free, and euphoric, and then suddenly you reminisce.

reminisce that you and katsuki have walked here hand in hand. hand in hand talking about everything and nothing. Everything you hold dear to you, and nothingness that leads into a comfortable ambiance you didn't mind and maybe hope that he didn't mind either.

"If you wanna come back home.. Oh babe at least leave the scent of your cologne.."

you miss the comfortable silence shared between the two of you, you miss the spontaneous walks he'd take you on to make sure you definitely get some fitness in, you miss the smell of his cooking, you miss the smell of his hair products, you miss the everlasting caramel scent of him, the scent of him and his cologne.

His cologne, that you just haven't got a whiff of, in so long. Him that you haven't gotten to see.. in so long. It's not that anything happened, definitely not, it's just as of lately it seems he's been picking up too many shifts too many shifts in which you can't even remember how long it's been since you've been able to sleep in a comfortable silence, knowing he's okay.

You know he is okay, Katsuki is strong. You wouldn't doubt that for the world.

But the more you wait and wait, and try to fill up your boring days with nothingness a sour feeling blossoms deep inside your chest, your not even sure where it came from, but it came and it's been picking you apart from the inside

How long has it been since you ate lunch with him? let alone a dinner.

"Leave the scent of your cologne"

The lack of his scent, his rough loud stupid comments, his cooking, The lack of him as a whole is eating at you, you miss him.

And you feel dumb

You know you are dumb, but your not dumb enough to know Agency work, Patrols and crime-fighting doesn't take up as much time as it has.

Can you say your nerves are settled when his texts grow shorter and drier? and the phone calls became less and less until they just stopped?

Your home as a whole doesn't feel complete, the liveliness drained from its core, it's sad, it's sad and it sings its sad lullabies to lull you to bed more often than not

"I'm not done yet Please, kiss my neck"

Of course with his absence, The hunger for him back grows with your will to seek him in crowds, anywhere you deem possible

It's stupid, you're aware but you're sure anyone in your position would look for the face of their beloved whenever they get the chance, that's uncommon, no?

You know you can check his agency, you're aware but a feeling gnaws at you in your stomach you shouldn't.. and you don't know why.

Maybe you don't want to anger him

Maybe he'd be displeased to see you, alas showing up at his workplace

Maybe he'd view you a clingy baby, useless on their own

Maybe.. that's what's stopping you from searching at the very place you know he'd more so likely be.

"Let's go for another round"

Little do you know, you'd reel at the reasoning of your boyfriend's disappearance, and you'd become ill learning why he's ashamed to show his face.

Little do you know, your sweet Katsu is balls deep most nights he hasn't returned home, in his ex.

He's stuffing his sin and shame into her, He knows he's unforgivable, he's dirty and unpure. He can't find in himself to ever confess his sins, not to you and not to anyone.

He feels gross

But he doesn't feel gross enough to stop and come home to you, come back home to be an honest loving boyfriend

"I hate what this song is about"

You want to ask his friends of his whereabouts because you are sure they'd have more of an idea than you would in this matter

But you are afraid to ask, searching for and receiving an answer you're not ready to hear is a possibility you know is possible

Fuck it.

"Am I attractive? Tell me, am I good enough? Lately, I've been on and off I think I've hurt too much My wrists are numb Hurt too much, my limbs are numb"

You've become tired, you have become tired your waiting for someone that won't come back to you. You can't stand the feeling of your heart being ripped apart like this. Fuck, just make it fast. make it quick. hurt me now so I can live later, please.

You know what your searching for, and you are not scared to search it out anymore, You can't be, you need to grasp your bearings.

grasp them, and realize this house was never a home, this neighborhood has served its purpose In times where and when you didn't think it could

You've now got to come to the realization what he felt for you wasn't love, it never was love.

He couldn't love you.

He tugged on your heartstrings harshly, and all while you let him, just because your eyes had been covered in rose-tinted lenses.

You come to the realization it had been one-sided ever since his U.A days, You want to remember when it had been him pouring his heart out to you, him who rambled on and on about his interests, his favorite movies, shows, foods, drinks

but, you don't think you can remember a time you both shared a meal where it was the two of you talking and smiling to your heart's content.

you can't remember him. You can't remember who you thought was your katsu.

"I'm not done yet Please, kiss my neck Let's go for another round I hate what this song is about"

it was only when your teardrop hit the ground had you realised you'd been shedding tears, you don't know for how long and your not sure how but it seems your feet had found their way to the very first place he'd brought you after you moved in with him,

He brought you here to celebrate the two of you, your current achievements and the ones you both, or maybe just you thought were yet to come.

And you are surprised to see the overgrown vines, half dead half alive flowers, a Scene so miserable that you think it might just be your heart.

You look around the place, noting it's the same even after all these years, the only difference being that the environment was now praying to be taken care of

Much like you, you fear.

"I'm so attractive Think I'm goin' to еxplode"

You take in the sight, thinking of what you need to do from here. It's time you find your own way in this life, instead of continuously clinging to the hope he can find his way back home, back to you.

You wipe your tears

It's time for you to walk home dinner time, you think.. as you ponder what'll be for tonight's meal. and how you'll leave this home once and for all.

It's time for you to grow up & let go of a man that was never truly yours, A man who's heart you didn't have the key too.

"Baby, I've been home alone. Won't you just drop your shit and pick up the phone?"

[boytumms]

Jae Anon here!

I had an idea that popped into my head after seeing something from, if I remember correctly, marmalade-draws. I could be wrong. But basically, a spell or a piece of jewelry or something is enchanted/cast to make anything Person A eats appear in Person B’s stomach.

Here’s my twist on it. It works both ways. So Person B can eat and it’ll appear in Person A’s stomach.

Enjoy!

~

Oliver prepared his suit and tie to attend his sister’s wedding. As he did so, he had an idea.

“Hey Elijah! Come in here for a second please!” Oliver called out, smirking a little as he heard his boyfriend’s footsteps.

“What’s up Oliver?” Elijah asked, leaning in the doorway. He raised an eyebrow as Oliver handed over a small necklace.

“So you know how I’m into stuffing? Well, I thought it would be fun if you could do it while I was at my sister’s wedding. Then we could have fun when I get back,” Oliver said, smiling as he put a matching necklace around his neck and tucked it under his shirt.

Elijah couldn’t help but smirk at the idea, putting the necklace on. He was very excited for this.

“You betcha. But how do you want to let me to know when to stop? I doubt you’ll have time to look on your phone,” Elijah said, a little concern showing in his voice.

“I’ll drink something so you feel it in your stomach. It’s the quickest and easiest way to do it. I’m gonna be late if I stall any longer. Start whenever you feel ready,” Oliver said, placing a quick peck on Elijah’s cheek before running out the door.

Oliver made it to the wedding with time to spare. As he sat in his seat, waiting for something to happen, he was surprised that Elijah hadn’t eaten anything yet. He went almost the whole wedding without feeling anything.

When dinner was served, Oliver decided to get a little payback on Elijah. He ate almost nonstop taking thirds and fourths on his plate. By the time he finished the fifth plate, he started feeling his stomach begin to get full.

Oliver sighed quietly as he rested his hand on his stomach, excited to feel himself being stuffed. It took a minute, but he felt his stomach become uncomfortably full. Elijah must’ve been taking some big bites because Oliver felt his stomach swell with each one.

Oliver was soon nearing his maximum limit, his stomach growling in response. It wasn’t noticeable yet, but his round belly was beginning to push on his buttoned dress shirt. Oliver took a glass of water and quickly drank it, becoming worried when Elijah didn’t stop. Oliver quickly got up and said his goodbyes, blaming it on an early work day for tomorrow.

Oliver ran to his car and hurriedly started it, groaning as he felt his suit begin straining against his stomach. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and suit, not wanting to ruin it by popping the buttons. Oliver unzipped his pants, frowning as his stomach easily settled into the open space. As relieving as it was, he was not enthused, despite feeling turned on by the experience. Oliver drove as fast as the speed limit would let him, letting up belches and groans as he did.

By the time Oliver arrived home, he could barely get out of his car with how heavy his stomach was. He looked like he could easily be six months pregnant. The stuffed boy waddled his way into the house, using his hands to hold his stuffed belly. Even then, he could feel mouthful after mouthful of food being shoved into his already strained tummy.

“Elijah! What the heck?!” Oliver exclaimed, closing the door behind him with a huff. In front of Elijah on their coffee table was still loads of food, all meant for Oliver.

“I was napping when you rudely gave me this food baby, so I figured you could use a couple food babies in return,” Elijah said with a grin as he caressed his swollen, bloated abdomen. He immediately chugged a two liter soda, eyes intently on his boyfriend’s stomach.

Oliver groaned as he lowered himself into the soft couch, his stomach swelling and gurgling with the soda. He put his hand up to ask his boyfriend to stop, but Elijah was intent on watching Oliver wriggle uncomfortably. As time went on, Elijah watched as Oliver moaned and groaned with his growing abdomen, clearly stuffed beyond what he was used to.

Elijah decided to stop when Oliver looked nice and round, a record of looking nine months pregnant. He took the necklaces off them and smiled at his boyfriend, taking to gently rubbing and caressing the swollen, red tummy of his boyfriend.

“Now I feel kinda bad. How about next time, you can go to an all you can eat buffet and fill me this full for a change?” Elijah asked, working out bubbles for the little bit of relief Oliver could get. Soon enough, the stuffed man fell asleep. Elijah put a blanket over Oliver, returning to his original seat.

Elijah looked at the pile of food that was still left, deciding to eat the rest so it wouldn’t go to waste. After a couple hours, Elijah sat back and marveled at his stuffed belly. He wasn’t nearly as big as Oliver, but he was close. His shirt stayed snuggly on his stomach, unable to move from the sheer amount of pressure from his bulging stomach.

Elijah now felt really bad for Oliver, feeling what he went through and now understanding his boyfriend. He soon succumbed to his food coma, snoring softly as he lay next to Oliver. The next day was a chore, both still being overly stuffed and bloated. Elijah made sure to tend to Oliver, ignoring his own pains and setting to help relieve Oliver of his.

Awww, these two sound so cute!!! Constantly in a cycle of getting revenge on each other for stuffing one another too much, then feeling bad and coming home to sooth their poor partners over stuffed belly

[loupy-mongoose]

Was all of this gallbladder stuff sudden, or is it just sudden for us because you never mentioned anything about a gallbladder removal until recently

I mentioned a few times throughout the first week of Jan. that I was having some tummy issues, but I never really brought it to the spotlight. The most I did was inform you all that I had gotten "sick", and then only a few days ago mentioned my gall bladder.

There is very little way I can call this sudden in general, however.

I'm... actually gonna put this under a read more, because it runs a lot deeper than just these last few weeks... (Kinda turned into a life-story lol)

So, throughout that first week of Jan, I was having off-and-on mild pain. Nothing too intense, and I'd been through it many, many, MANY times before. (Yeah.... MANY.)

I tried to wait it out every time, only going to Doctors twice for it, and it would eventually go away. I would be careful with my eating afterword (based on past experiences, not any research or knowledge) and eventually I'd be back to normal for the time being.

The time between spells varied. Sometimes it was only months, sometimes it was almost a year. I don't think I ever went beyond a year with no spell, but I can't remember.

This started about

TEN

YEARS

ago.

If each episode has been a pancreatitis attack, then I consider it no small miracle that I'm as good off as I am.

I went to the Doctor once for it as a youth, and they gave me some kind of IBS or other pill for bloating. They did nothing to help, and I didn't pursue any more doctor visits about it until '22.

That time the pain didn't go away for many days, and it got incredibly incapacitating. So I went to the Doctor (completely different one from the first--we'd moved states.) I got some imaging done and they found Pancreatitis and Colitis. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home to recover.

But they didn't finds gallstones.

So I recovered and felt armed to better handle these pain episodes--Just limit my consumption to liquids.

Well, I was doing alright until now.

We had... a V E R Y fatty Christmas dinner, and I was grazing off of the worst of it the following week.

Then, come New Year's Eve, I start to feel that little ache. I... I ignored it, and ate some of the goodies we'd prepared for the night, a little more reserved about it than I normally would've been. Eating has always been one of my absolute favorite parts of that time of year, and I didn't want to let my potential stomach issue completely ruin it for me.

I'm actually surprised by how mild the pain was at first, given all the nasty stuff I'd been eating.

Anyway, that mild pain subsided, and I foolishly let myself eat some more leftover goodies, thinking I was being careful. And of course, it came back.

This went on through the week, with me gradually being more and more careful about what I ate, trying to eat more stomach-bug friendly foods like crackers and toast.

A night finally came where it was so irritating that I threw up. That night it instantly made me feel better. I still increased my carefulness in consumption the following day, taking in nothing but a couple cups each of Pedialyte and chicken broth.

But still it came back. And that was the night it got bad.

I threw up a couple more times that night, and instead of helping this time... the second time left me in a lot of pain. So much that it was uncomfortable to breathe. Uncomfortable to do anything.

Thankfully my dad didn't have work that night (he works overnights), so we ultimately decided at about 6 am to take me to the emergency room.

There they found the gallstones and got blocking ones out of the way, and I spent the following week recovering in the hospital.

It seems most likely that gallstones have been the offender all these years, but the symptoms never quite matched that. I remember once looking into Pancreatitis and seeing that the symptoms matched that pretty well, but never let gallstones settle as an option.

Anyway, I guess I can at least say I have some closure after all this time. It'll be good to finally be free from this plague!

[aching-tummies]

Hunger RP-Starter

Hunger RP-Scenario Starter inspired by recent events. Been stressed to the nines lately and went to bed last night with my stomach finally feeling pure 'hunger' rather than hunger mixed with a dash of upset somewhere. It growled quite a few times for me at that point--wish I had a partner to enjoy them with. It was too late to bother hunting down something to eat--and eating at 2AM would have likely caused an upset that I didn't want to deal with. Woke up about six hours later to more hunger pangs and more growls. While the hunger pangs were intense, it felt really, really, really nice to not have any trace of upset anywhere in my guts. Felt 'clean' and 'light' if that makes any sense.

You hurry to the couch, still-steaming bowl of popcorn in-hand and a cold drink in the other. Less than an hour ago, you were at work, counting down the minutes before you could trade your work-pants for PJs and just chill out over a movie.

Finally--date night. Considering the cost of actually going out, the two of us opted for an at-home movie night. Streaming exists as well as the countless DVDs and other formats we've each collected over the years.

As you get settled, we start the movie. I've claimed the far right side of the couch, curled over on my side of the couch. Shockingly, I've turned toward the armrest rather than toward the middle of the couch. Closed-off posture. Seems a bit odd to you, but you're hoping that I'll unwind a bit as the movie gets underway and 'date night' vibes start to hit or something. Until then, you've got a warm bowl of popcorn to warm your lap in place of me.

"Babe--want some?" You ask, nudging the bowl toward me.

"Pass. Sorry--I love the way you make it and all…but I don't really wanna pick kernels outta my teeth tonight." I explain, curling up on my side of the couch and nudging the bowl back at you.

About ten minutes into the movie, you pick up on a sound and pause the movie. I curse under my breath, having hoped that this action movie would have enough explosions and fight scenes to drown out any noises made here on the couch.

"Babe? What's going on? You okay?" You ask with a frown.

"Fine--Fine!" I stammer. A loud growl from my stomach interrupts my statement--a clear cry that the tank is empty. I blush at the sound, curling defensively against the arm-rest yet again.

"So…you're…hungry? Wasn't the plan to eat dinner separately? If you'd said something, I coulda picked up something for you on the way home--I was at McD's anyway." You suggest.

"N-No…i-it's not that." I stutter, causing a frown to replace your features. If I don't come clean with an explanation soon, it'll probably ruin date night.

I palm at my belly with a sigh. "I…My stomach's been really nasty the last few weeks. Stress and whatever. Been kinda…uhm…messed up and icky the last week or so. Y'know…s-stuff not digesting properly or quickly, guts tied in knots…that kind of thing." I begin, you nod, waiting for me to continue. "I just…t-today's the first day in a week and a half where my guts feel 'normal'. No residual sludge just sitting somewhere, no awkward cramps or twinges anywhere. No sickly, sticky bloated feeling anywhere. Nah…it just…feels like it's finally cleaned house and…w-while I am hungry…I just…I don't wanna rush into putting something in it. Kinda just wanna enjoy feeling cleaned out in case it acts up again with the next meal."

My stomach snarls angrily throughout my explanation, clearly hungry.

"S-Sorry…I-I know you really like this movie. I can take a nap or something in the bedroom if you wanna watch the movie in piece." I suggest, moving to get up.

What do you do? Pull me onto your lap? Come with to the bedroom to advance 'date night' activities? You gonna respect my desire to leave my guts empty? Is the replacement entertainment for tonight gonna be my very, very vocal tummy? You decide. Send me your best responses.

[mommycity]

Older Gojo

Omg!!! Thinking about older Gojo in his early 40s or late thirties. He’s still teaching, still checking in on his older kids when he can. He doesn’t go on missions anymore and just handles stuff with younger sorcerers . He doesn't date but he stumbles in your house sometimes. Fills himself up on your cooking, helps with chores. He spends his days exercising in your garden that he had built for you and playing simply board games. He often comes over for dinner or lunch and he keeps coming back because he loves it, it feels like home for him. He also can’t help but flirt with you, you're such a cute thing and similar to him: a mostly retired sorcerer. He’s agreed to have you just wade around the home  and only care about the rest of your days with domestic activities. Once a month he’ll invite all his kids over for family dinner, he helps you cook and prep everything. His kids wonder if sensei has found a lover of sorts but he only chortles at their questions. He’s found a home. 

And on some days he comes staggering in and asks you to make him something sweet. You ofc whip up a pastry for him that’s topped with matcha and whipped cream with fresh fruits. His favorites. He’ll sit at your table and wait for you to come out with the treat. The heavy look in his gaze is followed with,”why don’t you feed me yourself beautiful”. And you do. You settle your weight onto a neighboring chair before he pushes you into his lap. Your legs sit on one side of him as you feed him bit by bit of the yummy treat. He moans, satisfied with the sweet view and sweet treat.

You two spend many days like this. Filling each other’s company, and you specifically filling Gojo’s tummy. Your cooking starts to show on him. As the days go on his waist softens. The skin of his mid section becomes malleable and soft. His muscles are still evident in his chest, shoulders and biceps. His thighs and ass followed suit and swelled along with him. It’s enough to make your mouth water. The clothes that once fit him stretch and ripple, much to his dismay. But he does little to change it when he sees how you look at him as he eats. The way that food travels down his throat grows tantalizing. The light hugs become pleading squeezes. You can find your hands traveling from his back, to his full waist and at times a squeeze of his thick ass. He sees your hunger for his maturing body and he returns it. He loves squeezing you in small spaces and holding you against his hair chest, loves spending the lazy days and nights cuddling and being cuddled by your soft arms. 

And on some days!!!! He’s so worked up. It’s rare that you ever make a move on you. Opting to simply get off in your shower alone. Sometimes it’s simply insatiable, especially when he comes home to you in nothing but his    a large tshirt while cooking in the kitchen. When you turn around to greet him he’s greatest with your nipples poking through the shirt and he’s had enough of just jerking off to photos of you. He traps between the countertop before greeting you. “You always fill my tummy with yummy food, baby your making me soft. Let me fill your tummy honey. Please” 

Middle aged Gojo spends his days folding your half and fucking you full, on occasion he might he be on the receiving end. Older Gojo doesn’t work to hold his statues anymore. He’s fully trusting in you and lets you handle him when you want. He handles you on every surface of your home but his favorite is the couch. Loves fuckinging you while you both lay on your side. He loves it even more on lazy days when dinner and sex end up happening at the same time and you struggle to feed him his home made food. His moans are both from the satisfaction of your food and your body. He looks so fucking good when he’s warm and glowing. His soft tummy fills the curve of your back just right you can’t ignore his space. He finds himself whimpering these days: a light pink dusting his pale cheeks. The indulgences he so craved for being fulfilled by someone who he really likes-no loves. Gojo who kisses sweet purple marks on your skin and begs you to look at him so he can finish. “F-fuck baby ugh so pretty. Mmm please. Love you, love your body, love your home. Please h-huh let me cum inside. Anything Mmm~” and he kisses your face so sloppy. His kisses clash with the corner of  your mouth as he thrust harder, slower and deeper. You let him cum inside and his fluffy lashes close in his height. He can see your combined releases all over his cock and both of your thighs and some of your tummy. He can’t help but flip you over and kiss you so sloppily.  He loves his new soft life. His tummy is always full and he comes home to a pretty thing cooking his meals and warming his cock. 

giggles I want chubby toru so bad!! I also did that sketch based off this idea :3

[barkhoffman]

#1 fat and hairy Mark Hoffman truther again-

Yes I’ve seen Hannibal, I’m a fag and so I watched it as a gay comedy. That shit was hilarious. I did enjoy the cooking scenes, to no one’s surprise, cooking is one of my biggest interests so mixing food with horror? AND ADDING BLOOD SYMBOLISM? I was dripping (from the mouth)

I didn’t really get into Hannibal/Will, I know a bunch of Hoffman/Strahm shippers think they’re cut from the same cloth but eh. Meh. Maybe it’s cause Hannibal’s superiority complex makes me :/ or cause I think Mads Mikkelsen is pug fuck ugly but to each their own

I did forreal enjoy the show though, I thought all the villains of the week were fun. I especially liked that guy from season 2(?) who made himself into an animal and started mauling people. Damn bitch me too 👏🏽

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Anyways here’s more feedee Hoffman post-Saw 3D concepts for your soul:

- after getting locked in the bathroom for several days/possibly a week, Hoffman is ravenous. He gets that sweet sweet starvation trauma babyyyyyy. I’m talking “growling at people’s hands when they even inch near his food” kind of territorial (dog motifs anyone?)

- to counter this, Strahm has to systematically reintroduce meal time to him. I’m talking TPE (total power exchange) dynamics as kink therapy. Hoffman has to sit pretty, wait and stay at the table until Strahm puts his food down. He has to use his utensils and be polite, Strahm wants him to be able to eat in public again without making a scene

- at first, Strahm has to hand feed him tiny morsels because Hoffman would just wolf (haha) down his whole plate and end up throwing it back up. Hand feeding lets Strahm control how much food Hoffman gets before he has to take a sip of water, it also means the man has to chew and swallow before he gets more. The first time he tries, Strahm gets some nasty bites since Hoffman is that desperate. Strahm doesn’t punish him for it but he gets a very stern reprimand and makes Hoffman stop dinner time to bandage him up

- after a bit of training, Hoffmans basically back to where he used to be with food, pre-bathroom, but he still enjoys being doted on by Strahm at meal time. I mean, who can blame him? Strahm has his whole attention on his puppy, praising him for how good his manners are, giving his hand little squeezes every time he asks for water, getting belly rubs post meal to help everything settle in his tummy, etc. it was a long road to recovery but they did it

- Hoffman probably enjoys all the personal attention and care Strahm showers on him. Being locked in the bathroom with no light and only the stench of decomposing corpses can really fuck up a guys sense of time and smell. Strahm prolly isn’t the best at cooking but the fact that he’s alive, moving around and filling the space with warm smells settles a deep rooted sense of anxiety in Hoffman. If he ends up plastered to Strahm’s back, hooking his chin over the agents shoulder and trying to sneak meatballs out of the pot- well. Who can blame him. He loves Italian

ok just had to know the Hannibal thing bc I was like hm it sounds like anon might enjoy the homoerotic bird-eating scene LMAO

can I tell u all how much I love sort of bdsm relationships like the one being described between hoffstrahm here

like yas bitch control him dominate him make him behave!!!

[hotluncheddie]

gator and his love exploring the cities when they port is so cute !!!!

gator seems like a guy who’s never left the states so he’d be so excited to get off the ship and experience somewhere so new <3

they take him through some of the less tourist-y areas (cuz gator would undoubtedly get overwhelmed and grumpy and quiet if they went to busy spots), telling him what’s where, the two of them petting street kitties <3

gator is almost always snacking, if he’s not got some melty double (triple) scoop ice cream he’s digging through his shorts pockets for the little prepackaged treats he stashed away there from the ship when his love was in the bathroom. his love noticing and pinching his tummy with a soft warning of ‘not too much, gator. you’ll spoil your lunch’, knowing good and well he’ll eat everything on his plate.

after lunch they do a little more walking. except much slower for gator’s sake. his mama/daddy taking photos of anything and everything to show dot when they get home. and maybe !!! they also bring a polaroid camera, snapping pretty overexposed photos of gator in front of various landmarks, his smile big and genuine, one hand one his tummy💖 and they help gator take some pictures of them too !!! having him hold it up and yelling to press the button when they’re in the right spot. the pictures gator took come out a little fuzzy and off-centre but his love makes sure he knows they’re perfect (and makes sure he knows just how round he looks in his pictures, making him whine). they’ll go straight on the fridge once theyre home !!!!

when they get back on the ship they’re straight in their room and gator’s shoved onto the bed, his love showing him exactly how good he was for them all day, telling him how full of their babies he looks, how hard they’re gonna fuck him after dinner, if he’s good and doesn’t get bratty and horny at the table. they’re straightening gator’s clothes up and patting his ass and following him out the door towards the dining hall <3

- 🐶

That’s so cuteeeeeee!!!!! Omgg!!!! Gator would looks so cute and round in all the pics!! And Dot would love every one! Waiting for updates on the cruise whenever the two get signal and wanting a play by play of all the stops when they get back and go visit!!! And oh! Their fridge filled with fuzzy photos gator took!! So cute!!!!

And their beside table, filled with special ones his sweetheart takes on their Polaroid 👀 gator gradually getting bigger, legs spread wide in every one, on his hands and knees, close ups of him with his messy tongue out. 🐶💞

But omg the ending!!! So hot!!!! Gator would be all flush in his shirt and slacks a little whiny but he wants to be a good puppy!!!

Thinking about gator making his way down the stairs slowly. Hand on the banister and the other on his full belly. He was so good during dinner, only wriggling a little and settling once his love laid their hand on his knee, so he could eat while feeling safe and claimed. Drinking a little more wine than usual and eating his fill - indulging in the seefood chowder and fluffy bread that his love slathered in butter for him. Leaving him bloated and full, especially after his brownie and icecream dessert, and his loves, which they fed to him right at the table - while the other guests chatted and danced. Gator only had thoughts for him mama/daddy and they only had eyes for gator.

They leave as soon as he finishes, wanting to be alone together after their full day of sightseeing and taste testing and walking hand in hand.

His love waiting for gator at the bottom of the stairs. Watching their puppy make his way down, belly visible at their low angle, beneath his untucked dress shirt. Bottom most part jiggling with each slow step.

Once he makes it to the bottom gator leans heavily on his love, kissing them, wine drunk and giggly and a little sloppy.

‘My good puppy, ate so well. It’s so fucking hot how everyone can see how full of my baby’s you are. So round for me aren’t you pet?’

And gator whines, sinking quick and heavy into that sweet space he loves. After his long day of being good he just wants his love. Wants their hands and they’re sweet filthy words and their strap/cock filling him that last bit.

But gator can’t get the words out. Instead whining and nudging his love with his full belly, getting them to walk him back to their room.

And they take him apart, so perfect, just like he hoped.

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Also thinking about gator walking around the room in the mornings, freshly showered with his damp hair and freshly clean body. The cruises dress robe on but the sides don’t quite meet in the middle anymore, pink fleshy stretch marked belly peaking out. Gator tying the sash as best he can, it squishing his empty belly and making it muffin either side, giving his a double belly we’re it’s usually one round ball.

He pokes his love, standing by their side of the bed. ‘Wake up mama/daddy, m’hungry.’ He pouts, hands on his hips.

And suddenly he feels hands grip his belly, shaking it. ‘Don’t look hungry to me, puppy looks over fed and spoiled.’ They tease and gator squirms and giggles. ‘Nu uh so hungry see?’ He jiggles the squishy top half of belly that laps over the sash. ‘S’empty.’

And his mama/daddy can’t take it any more, pulling gator onto the bed and undoing the sash, fucking into his still loose hole until they’re both panting and gator is near tears it all feels so good.

‘You’re right baby, puppies like you need to be full hm?’ They say, working their biggest plug into gators sloppy hole, while he whines and melts further into the bed. ‘Gotta keep this in so it sticks, eating for two aren’t you baby boy?’ And gators whines, his love pulling him to his feet and helping him get dressed.

Holding his thigh all through breakfast, getting gator plate after plate and he squirms with double fullness, he’s half hard the whole day, snacking constantly and barely able to sit still. His love making them take a lap of the ship, eat lunch at the buffet again. Finally taking pity on their pink cheeked puppy, floating all day, nearly drooling anytime their love let their hands wander on the deck.

They have room service that night, gator fuller than he’s ever been the whole trip. Full in every way possibly. 💕🎀💞

[safetycar-restart]

Hello! (It’s been a while since I’ve had an idea!)

BUT! Chussy™️ time! Charles would look so pretty underneath you begging to cum. You’ve edged him for hours and he’s so needy and desperate. You finally let him cum when you’re eating him out and he can’t stop. He cums over and over and ever squirts, making such a mess of your bed but it’s okay because the noises he’s making are just heavenly. He’d be so fucked out afterwards too and so clingy

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HELLO WELCOME BACK!!!! I've missed you!! And this is such a banger idea to return on oh my god I love this so much. I am always up for some Charles pussy content (and Charles tummy content but that's for another day).

Edging Charles is absolute torture for the little thing, but I think it's something you do when he needs to be absolutely wrecked? Usually, he cant stand edging because he's so sensitive and needy, but when he can't settle and needs you to take him apart... then that's exactly what he needs.

You use toys to edge him, because that way you can cuddle Charles at the same time? You can let him lean against your chest, his leg hooked over your lap as you use a wand to edge him over and over again.

By the end he's sobbing, begging and pleading in broken English, French and Italian because he's just gone. That's when you know he's finally where you want him, completely wrecked and you know he'll be able to rest properly when you're finished with him.

Originally, you were going to make him cum with the wand too, but then you remove the wand for the tenth time and run your hand along his oversensitive pussy and just... he's so hot and wet and sensitive that he cries out at the feeling of your finger running across his folds. You have to taste him then. You have to.

At first Charles is crying out when you pull away from him, trying to get closer to you and asking to come back.

But then you say that you're going to let him cum on your tongue instead and he's so happy with that.

You slide down the bed and settle between his legs, taking a long look at his pussy, dark pink and dripping onto the bed. He wriggles his hips and whines, trying to get you to hurry up.

You put your hand palm up on his tummy, waiting for him to grab a hold of your hand before carrying on because you know he'll want that for this.

And then you just go to town on him, licking and sucking his oversensitive pussy until he's cumming all over your tongue, grinding against your face and sobbing as he cums so hard.

You keep on going after that, continuing to lick him and then adding a finger inside and curling your finger up a little until he sobs and soaks the sheets, squirting all over the bed and you.

He absolutely ruins the bed because you just dont stop after that, not stopping until he's so oversensitive that he's begging to not have to cum again, squirting at the smallest touch.

When you pull away, you have to wipe your face on the bed before you can go cuddle Charles, because he really soaked you.

And then you just pull him into your arms. He's all hot and sweaty and covered in his own cum but you dont care. He needs cuddles immediately. You hold him tight while he tries to catch his breath, rubbing soothing circles into his thighs and letting him suckle on your fingers to his heart's content.

Then you'll take him to the bath and get him nice and clean before changing the linen for more cuddles.

And yeah, he's so clingy afterwards! He came so hard that he honestly doesnt know what to do with himself. The poor thing cant even manage to wear panties for the rest of the day because he's so sensitive.

He just stays close to you, hugging you from behind while you make dinner, sitting on your lap while you hand feed him, napping on your chest.

Just a happy, calm, fucked out good boy with a very sore pussy, exactly how he loves to be.

[mountttmase]

HELLO LOVELY I MISSED THEMMM

‘Am I dead?’ Mason asked, his voice slightly croaky. It was the first thing he’d said to you since waking up and you felt the panic wash through you thinking there might be something wrong. Before you had a chance to speak or ask what was happening, Masons dad was laughing at him, shaking his head as he took a few steps over to his son. HE DID NOT🤣🤣🤣

‘Why is there an angel next to me then?’ He loudly whispered, he gaze meeting yours and even though his was drugged up to the eyeballs you could tell he was a little unsure of what was going on. That didn’t stop you from blushing though as his parents laughed even harder and Mason became even more confused. MOUNT AHHAHAHA 🤣🤣

‘Wait, do you not remember who I am?’ You asked, a slight panic in your voice as you got a bit closer to him, his far off stare not really helping but the warm ditzy smile that spread across his face made you realise he was just playing. THE LITTLE PIECE OF S... REMEMBERS YOU WELL BABY

‘Have I still got my balls?’ CAN YOU IMAGINE IF HE REALLY ASKED THAT TO HIS PARENTS?🤣🤭

‘I’m hungry and a bit sleepy’ THAT'S ME EVERY MOMENT OF EVERYDAY

‘I can still hear you know? They didn’t remove my ears whilst I was out’ HE'S A LITTLE BABY

‘And you’ll call when he’s ready to come home?’ SHE'S LIKE A BEAR MOM🤭

Seeing him awake in bed made you feel lighter than you thought it would of and you took a seat next to him on the end he of his bed so you could hold his hand, causing him to look up at you with a smile and even though he was still a little dazed you could see the love behind his eyes. THIS ARE MY MUM AND MY DAD, SAY HIII

‘But you’ve only just got here. I’ll miss you’ OOO CUTIEEE

‘They taped my dick to my tummy and I think it’s still up there’ he told you, the pain killers clearly removing any sort of filter he had and you had to hold in a laugh as he shut his eyes and got settled. AHAHHAHAH LOZ

‘Okay, Mase. Just… go to sleep’ you told him quietly, sliding off the bed but keeping your hand in his as you watched him drift off. All you could think about was how much of a pain in the arse he was but he was your pain in the arse and watching him sleep so peacefully made your eyes sting. You knew it was only a small procedure and in reality he would be fine but you’d never had a loved one in this position and it had freaked you out a bit. However seeing him okay after all of it calmed you and soon after he shut his eyes you let yourself drift off with him for 20 minutes. HOW FAR HAVE WE GONE? NOW SHE ADMITTS HE IS HER PAIN IN THE ARSE🤭🤭🤭

You had work the next day so you left mason with his parents to be babied for the day but you loved coming home to dinner made for you by his mum and you sat on the sofa with Masons arms around you to the point it was a bit difficult to eat. HE'S A KOALA NOT A HUMAN AND WE LOVE THAT

‘Yeah, although I’m guessing the work doesn’t stop here huh?’ You laughed, looking down at Mason who laughed before nuzzling into your arm. NO TRUST ME, I THINK IT WAS BETTER GOING AT YOUR TRUE JOB

You were wrong though, asides from reminding him about his medication and having to get up and down to get him snacks and drinks, he was relatively easy to look after and soon enough Masons parents were packing up to leave. WO, THAT'S A SURPRISE

‘I know you will, love. The no one else I’d leave him with apart from you’ she told you honestly, the pair of you looking at each other with glossy eyes as you pulled apart. ‘Now you call if you need absolutely anything. We’ll be here as quick as we can’ Y/N HAS A MUM NOW AND WE LOVE THAT FOR OUR GIRL

‘Thank you for looking after me, I love you’ he mumbled, settling into your touch as you leant down to kiss his nose, whispering you loved him too as the corners of his lips curved up slightly. THE MAN OF MY DREAMS

‘Oh that’s nice. When are you seeing her next?’ IT'S YOUR NEW BESTIE MOUNTTT

‘You won’t be, Woody was talking about coming over tomorrow and you deserve some time away from me. You’ve been looking after me all week, love. I’ll be alright I promise’ WHEN I TELL YOU THAT HE'S A MAN THAT'S WHAT I MEAN

‘Very sure. In fact, why don’t you ask her to come stay? You can hang out here if you’re worried that much and I can get you booked in at that restaurant you wanna go to in town so you can stay close’ WOWMY LOVE FOR ME GROWS, AND I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE

‘Just think of it as you scoping the place out first’ he laughed before pulling you into him. ‘Please baby, you deserve a treat’🫠🫠🫠

HE TEXTED FREY🤭🤣🤣 THEY ARE REALLY BESTIES

‘Hush up. You’ve looked after me all week, let me look after you’ he told you, linking your fingers together before he laid his head back to catch some sun. GOD I LOVE HIM

‘Here she is’ Mason cheered as he caught sight of the pair of you, joining in on your hug as he wrapped his arms around you both so you were all bundled together until you pulled away with a laugh. MY TRIO🤭🤭

‘Fine, I see how it is. I’m going to take a nap’ he huffed, walking back into the living room dramatically and you let him go so you could take Freya up to the spare room. HE UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING 🤣

‘Of course not. It’s hard seeing someone you love like that so i get it. He’s probably used to having you nearby too’ she smiled, reassuring you more than you thought you needed to be before you made your way back to where Mason was. SHE IS MY WISE WOMAN, AND I LOVE HER FOR THAT

‘Nah, she just doesn’t trust you enough to leave you on your own for five minutes’ Freya told him and he shrugged his shoulders in agreement. SILLY

‘I never did thank you for stepping in and giving me a talking to when you did’ you laughed, finally looking up at her again. ‘So thank you. I really needed that push’ FREY IS OUR SHIP CAPTAINNN

‘Holy shit balls’ you suddenly heard to the left of you and your turned to find Mason looking at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. ‘You look incredible’ he breathed whilst making his way over and you playfully rolled your eyes at Woody. MASON TONY MOUNT CONTROL YOURSELF, YOU'RE TRAUMATISING YOUR GUESTS

‘Ah, wood chop. Nice to finally meet you’ she smiled and thankfully Woody laughed at his new nickname. OK, I CAN ACCEPT THEM TOGETHER AFTER THAT BYEBYE BEN

‘Never’ you winked, giving him one last kiss as you were pulled out of the door. 🫠🫠🫠

‘He’s not dead, Frey. Jesus Christ’ you laughed but she was right. He’d only moan at you for not treating yourself so you ordered way more than you needed, knowing you could take it home as the boys would probably be peckish. AHHAHAHA

You called out for Mason as soon as you got the door open and you followed his voice to where you left him. A sleepy smile on his face and a beanie now on his head as he looked at you, dropping his controller instantly so he could open his arms for you and you fell into him as carefully as you could. MUM AND DAD ARE SOOOOO IN LOVE

‘What the hell, Mason’ you laughed, grabbing him by his jaw so he’d look at you properly ’wheres your hair gone?’ HE DID NOT🤣🤣🤣

‘It’s not that’ you laughed, eyes scanning his face and you couldn’t help but notice how his features seemed to be lifted and his eyes even bigger. ‘It’s just a shock that’s all. Didn’t think you’d trust Woody anywhere near your hair’ EXACTLY GIRL

‘Well you’re still as beautiful as ever’ you told him quietly, dropping a kiss on his nose as he blushed. HE DEFINITELY IS

You could feel Masons breathing slowly change, looking down to see him asleep on your chest and you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him. Stroking his cheek gently as you kissed the tip of his nose which caused him to stir slightly. HES A BIG BABY

FREY AND WOODS ALONE🤭🤭🤭

OMG SHE'S GOING IN THEIR BED THAT WAS THE THING YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT A FEW MONTHS AGOOOO🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Just because you share a bed with a boy now doesn’t mean I get to miss out on our morning chats’ she told you quietly and you pushed you face into the pillow to try and stop laughing too loudly. THAT'S TRUE GIRL

‘No, don’t answer that’ she huffed and you bit your lip to hold your giggles in. ‘We played a few games, I made us a drink and we sat outside and talked for a bit’ GIGGLING

You both froze as he rolled over, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulled you to him but the sound of both of you laughing caused Mason to snap his eyes open, his eyes immediately on Freya and you felt his body go stiff against yours. HE IS PROBABLY SHOCKED, LIKE US WITH THE CURLS VIDEO🤣🤣🤣

‘Good morning sunshine, how did you sleep?’ Freya asked him playfully as you tried to hold your laughs in before turning you head to look at him. ‘I know it’s not everyday you wake up with two beautiful ladies in your bed but don’t be afraid’ FREY YOIRE MY FAVOURITE HUMAN BEING

‘Its fine. Just pretend I’m not here’ he said quietly before kissing the back of your neck so he could go back to sleep. BABY

‘No I’m scared. I’m staying with you’ he laughed until you heard Woody calling Mason over. AHAHHAHAHAHAH (THESE REMINDED ME OF A VIDEO ABOUT A LITTLE GIRL TELLING HER MUM THAT SHE'S SCARED OF BROCCOLI AND NOW I'M LAUGHING HARD)

‘You don’t have to explain anything, but I swear to god mate you hurt her even a tiny bit it won’t be her you need to worry about’ he told him, gesturing to you. ‘Freya’s a good girl and she’s always stuck up for me so just keep that in mind’ he said seriously and even though it was making you laugh that mason was being protective it also made you extremely happy that he was looking out for the people closest to you. YEAH, THEY ARE BESTIES NOW...WOODY AND Y/N YOI CAN BECOME BESTIES TOO CAUSE THEY CHEATED ON YOU

‘Finally, thought they’d never leave’ Mason laughed, pulling your face back to his so he could kiss you again. AHHAHAHAHAH

LOZ I LOVED THAT AS ALWAYS

I LOVE HOW YOU MADE MASON AND FREY FRIENDS AND HOW HE CARES ABOUT HER

I LOVED NEEDY MASON AND HOW DEBS TRUSTES Y/N

YOUR WRITING IS AMAZINZZ AS ALWAYS I FELT EVERY EMOTION🩷

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THAT

LOVE YOU LOTS🩷

I can’t tell you how much I love reading your feedback it feels like I’m reading the fic with you 😭

Needy Mase is my dream like he’s so helpless bless him 🥺 but she’s a very good nurse I think 😂 and Frey and woody are my new babies like she got so giddy cause he kissed her cheek like I can’t

Thank you so much ily more 🩷

[elysianslove]

please use this ask to elaborate on mattsun’s dick <33

AH YES THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING gotta do this before i start fasting lmfao.  this ended up being sadder than i thought, but it just ends up being kinda sweet and sorta hot. also this was way longer than i intended. post in reference.  

warnings; big dick mattsun, throwing up, pain kink (?), painful sex, insecurities, consensual taping  

okay remember when i mentioned the insecurity thing? let’s dive deeper into that; third years and mattsun are at some sleepover thing. it’s a little before graduation, and they don’t when they’ll see each other next, so they’re trying to make most of the time that’s left. the conversation progresses to sex, as it naturally does, and each of them admits some horrifying or embarrassing sex story. 

iwaizumi had sex with a girl who was extremely kinky and asked him to slap her, but— they don’t call him ace for no reason. 

oikawa lost his virginity to this girl and she started her period halfway through, but he was really young and didn’t realize that was something that could just happen? it wasn’t that he was immature about it. it was more that he fainted. 

hanamaki found out he was allergic to flavored condoms when he lost his virginity, and it was not fun. 

but then it was mattsun’s turn, and they’re all waiting for his embarrassing sex story, till he hits them with, “i’ve never had sex though,” and each and every one of their eyes bulge out of their heads. it’s the last thing they’d been expecting from him, from cool, suave, charming mattsun, but he continues to swear by it. and when they demand the reason — surely you’ve gotten the chance to before? — he admits it to them: “apparently my dick is too big.” and it’s comical to say out loud, because he’s only gotten with a handful of girls, barely any for it to be firm hypothesis. he thinks he’ll one day meet someone that doesn’t think it’s too big, it won’t fit, um i can give you a handjob, if that’s okay? 

all that evidently leads to a dick comparison, because how big can it really be? and once mattsun sees his best friends’ eyes widen at his hardened dick, it sinks in. shit, he really is big, isn’t he? 

“holy shit, mattsun,” makki says, and he’s bashful as he stares at his best friend’s dick. “how would that fit inside anyone?” and mattsun’s already growing soft, tucking his dick back in his pants and moving to wash his hands after kicking makki rightfully in the chest. 

college comes around, and he passes by a thousand girls crying about how the boy from last night’s dick was so small, ugh i wish i had an 8 inch, and the things i’d do to have my guts rearranged. he sees a little light in this tunnel of endless blue balling, and meets a girl, takes her back to his dorm with his lips biting at her neck and her hands fumbling with his belt. as soon as he falls onto the bed, as soon as she straddles him, naked, and moves to slip off his trousers, anxiety meets him halfway again, and he holds in a breath as she pulls at the hem of his pants and takes his boxers with her.

the gasp his half hardening cock pulls out of her is confusing. he can’t tell what to make out of it, but she spits on her palm and grips his hefty cock in her small palm, unable to have her fingertips meet. her eyes are wide, but she seems determined, even tilts her hips forward, but she resorts to, “can i just suck you off?” 

and mattsun thinks alright, that’s an upgrade. 

when she ends up throwing up because she underestimates his size and overestimates herself, mattsun offers her his bathroom to clean up, and grabs her a bottle of water as she leaves. 

he ends up losing his virginity to some masochist, and it’s not very memorable or anything he’d ever imagined it be. it sits high on his list of regrets: he cums way too early, and hurts the masochist too much for it to be enjoyable in any way. but he texts the old third year groupchat and types in “i lost my virginity 😎” and receives the praise he had expected. 

for months to come, he fucks his fist every other night to amateur porn and watches as some camgirls’ cunts swallow inches and inches of plastic cock. he hooks up with some girls only to have them sit on his face and kitten lick at the head of his cock. some swallow a little bit of his cock, some fondle at his balls, but none ever let him fuck them. oikawa sends him links for sex toys, and mattsun feels as pathetic as ever, but he buys a fleshlight anyways and finds purchase in how tight it feels around his cock, how wet and slippery it is, how it properly milks him dry. makki meets him during a break and offers to suck his dick for him, but mattsun flips him off and kicks at his stomach again. 

it’s during his third year that he meets you. 

you’re sweet and charming, , and you have pretty hair, and he likes your style, and you laugh at his stupid jokes. you call him handsome, and you call him pretty, and you compliment his hair when it’s at its curliest. you send him the weirdest memes and tell him it reminds you of him, and you pick him up at obscure times because you’re craving nuggets or ice cream or ramen or licorice. he asks you to be his girlfriend and when you say yes, he blushes so forcefully that he has to scrunch up his face to try and hide it. he lets you meet his friends through a screen, and he buys you matching rings because he enjoys the subtlety of it all, and he orders donuts to be sent to your place  during your exam week. 

being with you is a dream, so much that when he hovers above you, kissing at your lips like he always does and sucking at your neck the way you love, and you murmur that you want him, want all of him, his hands fumble and shake. he tries to hide it, but his breath is shakier and his chest is flushed, his eyes a little hazy. you’re so gentle with him, and he hadn’t known he needed it until you’re straddling him and slowly smoothing your hands down his chest, palming him through his too tight briefs, squeezing softly. 

when your hands reach for his briefs, his own snap to your wrist, and he dares to beg, “please stay,” and you kiss him in response. your breath hitches at the sight of him, and your hand shakes when you spit on it and grip at his cock, but despite your initial hesitance you don’t falter. 

you stroke tentatively at his cock, squeezing him tightly, and fall closer to him, hovering your lips by his as you ask of him, “stretch me— stretch me for you.” 

there’s only one word to describe everything mattsun had been feeling in that moment, and it’s overwhelmed, but it’s somehow in the most positive way. he sits up straight, keeping you on his lap. his fingers find your dripping cunt and he pushes one, two, three, four fingers inside of you. he makes you cum twice, fingers curled and rapidly thrusting into you, other hand occupied with your sloppy clit and mouth latched onto your nipple. you praise him and thank him and cry for him and writhe in his hold as he pleasures you, and when you’re breathless and limp in his arms, he waits for the ball to drop, for you to give into your anxiety and hesitance. 

except you don’t. 

you lift yourself up on trembling knees, hands settled on and gripping his shoulders, and with teary eyes, you say, no, you beg, “make it fit.” 

he has stars in his eyes as he grips his cock tightly with one hand, the other holding you to him by your waist. it’s slow, it’s painfully slow, but mattsun has never treasured time as much as in that moment. he takes in everything, from the way your body tenses at the first intrusion when his tip presses against your hole, to the small gasps and moans as you take more and more of him in, at the sweat that beads at your temple and that rolls between your breasts. he marvels at the heave of your chest and the roll of your tummy as you curve in yourself, and he revels in the press of your lips to his, in the pull your arms looping around his neck and pressing his chest flush to yours. 

he does cum too early, but you don’t chastise him. you only continue to ride his soft cock, his cum messily dribbling out, and he ignores the sting from his sensitivity in favor of rubbing at your clit, sending you over the edge eventually. 

he texts the old third years groupchat that night again, with you sleeping soundly by his side, comfortable beneath his blankets, “why didn’t you guys tell me sex was this good? fake friends,” and sends a picture of him shirtless, sweaty, and with a post-sex flush to his cheeks and messy curls, with the middle finger. 

maybe you shouldn’t have let him have a taste of you, because he fucks you in bed the next morning, sleep still settled deep in your bones, and then he fucks you in the shower, and then he eats you out splayed out on his dinner table. he videotapes you sucking him off, with your permission, and watches it when you’re too far out of reach. he sends you pictures after a shower, gripping his cock through the briefs he’d quickly slipped in, hair wet and curly and matted to his forehead, skin damp and glistening. and when you react so positively, he blushes, to his dismay. you meet his friends and they joke about how you’re still alive, but you brush them off and tell them you’ve never felt more satisfied. 

with every single time he watches his cock sink into your warm, tight, sloppy cunt, and every time he watches you swallow around him, and every time he makes you cry and leaves you braindead, leaves you mindless and begging for more, his confidence grows. so much until he learns to be cocky about it, so much that when he barely preps you and pushes into you, he shivers at the way you whine and tense up, at the way you flinch and lightly thrash. because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? always take my cock so well, don’t you? nobody but you, nobody like you. 

and it’s true; it’s nobody but you for him. in every single way.

hello what the fuck am i doing. i did not think this was gonna escalate like this hfskjfns but anyways, big dick mattsun for the win <3 

[aching-tummies]

Manual Stimulation response.

First of all I just wanna say that I love love looove this prompt and I can't wait to read everything that's gonna come from it. Seeing that it's something I enjoy I figured I could try and contribute as well.

Even though I'm at work we text every once in a while so you've already informed me of your issue. I suggested drinking some tea or milk or eating something that generally helps with digestion like prunes. But all of that has only made matters worse as none of it has digested and is now just a pile of food waiting to properly processed.

My shift has finally ended and I come home and find you curled up on the couch with your tummy in your hands, softly cradling the sensitive ball of trouble. You plead for my aid as you can no longer withstand the pain and tendernes of your poor tummy. I get to work as quick as possible and soon enough I manage to jump start the digestion process. This however comes with it's own price. Your gut is now overwhelmed by the amount of food and it starts contracting and trying to pace the incoming wave of food which gives you some horrid cramps. Because of this I have to sink my hands deeper and try to fight those cramps. This goes on for quite a while, a fight between me and your digestion until you finally process it all.

Thank you so, so much for this! A response to this post.

Sorry this took so long. Life got busy and left me no time to write anything. On top of that, I really, really, really wanted to write something worthy of this response.

Your phone pings, signalling a message. You duck into an empty room. It's a slow shift tonight. You're on-rotation and hoping that the hospital doesn't get too busy. A blush manifests on your face as you see what it is that I have sent you.

It's an image of my usually-trim belly with just a barely-there bulging curve to it. It's captioned “4 hours and counting -_-”.

A sound from somewhere down the hall tears your attention away from the phone, but you still type a quick response as you try to school your blush. You hurriedly tell me to drink some tea or something to settle my stomach. There's an incident with a patient at the end of the hall and you rush there, thoughts about me and about our conversation forgotten as you get to work.

I see the hurried message about tea and sigh, gently nursing the ball of indigestion that is my belly. I feel the contents churning in my stomach, rolling around between my palms. Unfortunately, that's about all it does. Very little has actually passed into my intestines despite dinner having been hours ago. We've been together long enough for the novelty of waiting up for each other to fade. When you draw night-shift I usually get a head-start with sleep and you do your best not to disturb me when you make it home. Unfortunately, dinner isn't settling well in my tummy tonight and sleep eluded me because of it.

Biting back a moan, I steel myself and stand up, both arms cradling my achy belly as I do so. I feel my stomach cramp and gurgle as the glut of food shifts inside of it. Taking a few seconds, I rub over my taut belly, kneading gently to try and manually break up what feels like a dense mass of food in my tummy. I can't help the groans and whimpers as I sluggishly move to the kitchen, setting the kettle up and rummaging around the cupboards for some tea. Of course, the peppermint just has to be on the top shelf. My stomach cramps painfully as I stretch to reach the box of tea leaves. Cosidering how we rely on peppermint tea as a stomach soother, we really should be keeping it on a lower shelf, somewhere easier to reach when either of us is doubled up with stomach pain (usually me).

My stomach burbles angrily within me as I watch the kettle come to a boil. I try my best to sooth it, even pressing my belly against the counter-top to try and get any sort of relief. It never comes.

Two hours since my last message and you've finally hit a lull at work. You duck into another quiet room and pull out your phone. Surely I've gone to bed by now, but you decide to check if there are any updates about the state of my stomach.

'(11:43P) Made tea. Need to stop putting peppermint out-of-reach.'

'(12:14A) Didn't help. Dinner is bobbing around in my stomach. Feels weird. Need your hands, babe.'

A short audio file has been sent after that text and you blush scarlet as you tap on it and hear a sickly, wet grumble from a clearly-distressed belly. When one thinks 'indigestion'--that's the kind of sound they think of—wet, thick, sickly, and troubled.

You quickly type out a response.

'(1:40AM) You damned tease.'

Your phone reads 4:07AM when you finally reach the door to our apartment and fumble quietly with the keys. You do your best to minimize any noise, thinking that I'd have gone to sleep by now.

Quietly entering our apartment, your gaze follows the faint glow coming from the living room. I left the standing lamp on, it seems. What surprises you is that I'm under the lamp, leaning on the far side of the couch with my knees up and my arms sandwiched against my belly.

“Sweetie? What are you still doing up?” You whisper, quietly padding over to the couch.

“Nnngh....w-welcome home.” I mutter passed a groan. I whimper as you settle on the couch next to me, the action jostling me and sending shockwaves through my sickly tummy. A shaky rumble squeezes out from behind my arms as you settle.

“Oh? Is your belly still upset?” You're surprised—even more so when I nod and cuddle up to you. I grab your arms as I settle against your chest, quickly placing your hand over my belly as I uncurl slightly from the tense ball I've been in for hours. My legs protest the change in position but I ignore the cramps, trying to focus on the feeling of your hands on my belly and waiting for the relief I hope you'll bring.

My belly has a bit more of a curve to it compared to the photo I sent you hours ago. The curve surprises you as you had expected the bloating to subside after all these hours. The idea of me having spent hours with such a visibly uncomfortable belly stirs both pity and lust in your mind.

Audible, wet grumbles resound with every knead of your palms on my belly. You palpitate my abdomen, exploring it. There's a large mug on the coffee table, about 1/3 full of the remnants of peppermint tea. Three tea-bags rest at the bottom of the mug. Knowing my tea-drinking habits, you quickly calculate and decide that it means a little over five and a half mugs of tea have made their way into my bowels.

My intestines are bloated with the sheer amount of tea that I managed to consume. It didn't really help and only served to make my guts really sloshy. The stubborn mass of dinner sits heavily in my stomach, refusing to be broken down no matter how much my stomach clenches around it and my stomach has basically given up at this point. Hours of futile churning haven't managed to dislodge the sticky mass. My stomach is sore from trying, and failing, to digest for so many hours. I'm exhausted from being kept up waaaay passed my normal sleeping hours with this unrelenting indigestion.

Your kneading hands get to work on my stomach, deftly mapping out the situation in my guts and working accordingly. You are very familiar with this process as I suffer from indigestion fairly frequently. We find ourselves in similar situations, though on a lesser scale, at least three times a week.

A well-placed pinch to the left side of my abdomen, in tandem with three of your fingers pushing deeply and stimulating a loop of intestine on my right side results in a sickly rumble. I gasp as I feel a chunk of the sticky mass in my belly break off and get passed the sphincter at the base of my stomach.

“Ooooh...fuckin' finally!” I moan as peristalsis rolls in waves through my bloated intestines, seeking out the bit of food that managed to enter after hours and hours of indigestion.

[hush-writes-preg]

A Little Bit More

Commission for:  @wannabedad​ Word count: 575 Prompt:  An mpreg fantasy with the carrier nearing term with a single baby and being stuffed until they look like they’re carrying twins instead.  Loving and heavy on the praise.  

TW: Stuffing

I know it hasn’t been that long since we ate dinner, but I’ve made some things for you that I think you’ll like.  It’s got to be hard to keep yourself satisfied when you’re eating for two, especially with your due date coming up tomorrow, so I may have gone a little overboard.  But can you blame me, when I just want to keep both of my boys well-fed?  

That’s why I helped you settle in your favorite chair in the living room, kissed your cheek, and returned to the kitchen to gather all of the goodies I’ve put together for you.  My special treat, just like you used to enjoy back in the days when your womb wasn’t stretched full of our baby.

I love the way your eyes go wide when you first see the tray, like you haven’t already seen me pull out such a thing countless times before for our games.  It’s piled high with all sorts of delicate sweets, like decadent pastries filled with custards and creams, cakes layered with homemade buttercream icing, muffins filled with fruit, and cookies studded with your favorite candies.  All of them fresh, and all of them for you, even though they couldn’t hold a candle to your own inherent sweetness.  

You’ll try a bite or two for me, won’t you?  Good boy.

Piece by piece, I lift them to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth before gently pressing a bit inside.  There’s no pressure for you to eat anything you don’t want, nor to eat more than you’re comfortable with, but then you’ve always enjoyed pleasing me, haven’t you?  

You love how I run my fingers along your cheek when your teeth sink into that first warm-from-the-oven croissant, casually feeling your jaw work as you chew.  You lean happily into my hand when you need to take a short break, eager to feel the gentle scrape of nails against your scalp.  And it’s hard to tell which of us is happier when my hand keeps finding its way to your belly, stroking the taut dome to feel our baby squirm inside you while you indulge.   

Of course, the more you eat, the tighter and bigger your belly gets.  You start to slow down as your stomach grows heavier, finding it more and more difficult to swallow, though my hands continue to bring offerings to your lips.  

You aren’t done yet, are you?  We both know you can take a little more. Open your mouth, darling, and show me how much you appreciate my attention.  There’s still room in your tummy for a few more pastries, a bit more cake, maybe even a morsel of icing licked from my fingers.  

I’ll press kisses to your cheeks when you start to struggle, your cheeks flushing and your abdomen uncomfortably tight.  You know that you’re my favorite, don’t you?  You know how much I adore you, and how everything I made was baked out of love for you?  We don’t want that to go to waste.  

Accept my love, sweetheart.  Eat some more for me.  You make me so happy when you do.

By the time you finally finish off that tray, and you’re left looking like you’re pregnant with two babies rather than one, you’ll practically be in a food coma.  And I’ll spend the rest of the evening rubbing your straining belly and showering you with my praise.  

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[jomilky]

Hi love!

So we know that Ian loves to throw the word "husband" pretty often (and thanks for that), but what about a time when Mickey calls Ian "husband" in public?

SMOOOCHES 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

I feel like Mickeys more the my man, my partner, sometimes even my roommate (because it’s fun to see Ian pouting) kind of guy during conversation when he’s not using Ian. And he mostly uses husband when he needs to make his point EXTRA CLEAR.

How about we make this into a little quick drabble:

A beautiful Friday night. Life’s all so wonderful. Every man deserves a little treat after a week of hard work, which is why Ian’s sitting in a fancy place, alone, waiting for… somebody.

He can’t help humming some marry little tone and slightly swaying his head as he’s scanning the menu. Well, maybe not so much scanning the menu as looking into the blank while anticipating the things they’re gonna do when his guy shows up.

First of all, they’re gonna be flirting with each other with their feet and legs and whatever under the tablecloth throughout the whole dinner, that’s for sure. Then they’ll move to the bar and maybe dance a little bit before the urge to take each other’s clothes off eat them alive. And a fancy hotel room with a hot tub beside the floor-to-ceiling window is waiting for them upstairs. They’re gonna be pounding flesh until-

“Hey, handsome. Here alone?” Until a fairly-speaking good-looking tall guy sits down across the table and winks at Ian.

Shit. Ian panics. His first reaction is to grope in his pocket for his wedding ring, which is sitting in the dark little corner instead of on his finger because it’d be more realistic Mick, roleplay is all about details Mick, what kind of people wear a wedding ring when they’re looking for hook ups Mick?

And have you seen this coming when you said you should take the goddamn rings off Ian? Ian cusses himself mentally. But it seems too late to put the ring on now and Ian just… stays very still with a hand in the pocket. He is not even sure if Mickey has arrived yet.

“Oh, didn’t take you as the shy kind,” that blonde guy continues to talk when Ian’s frozen with wide puppy eyes gazing, “Don’t worry sweetheart. I don’t bite. How about we-”

And the poor guy’s cut off by a human figure popping out like a dark lighting from nowhere and landing directly onto Ian’s laps. Not even Ian realized what has happened until he feels the familiar weight on his legs.

“Piss the fuck off, dude. He’s married.” The raven-haired man, who’s currently comfortably settling on Ian’s laps, like it’s the natural rule of the universe, picks up the menu abandoned by Ian and begins to read. Doesn’t even bother to give neither the guys a brief glance.

Ian wraps an arm around Mickey’s waist and exhales in relief.

“So? None of your business, little runt.” Until the random guy fails to read the room again.

Ian’s muscle tenses at the name calling. “The fuck you just sa-” And he pauses when he feels a hand pressing firmly on his tummy.

“He’s married to me. He’s my fucking husband. Go find your Barbie somewhere else or ‘m gonna shove this menu up your cornhole, little Ken.” Mickey finally shifts his sight from the menu and shoots a menacing smiles at the guy with raised eyebrows.

The unwelcome intruder mumbles “weirdos” under his breath and makes a quick exit.

The smaller man snorts and tries to stand up, but Ian doesn’t loose his grip on Mickey’s waist. When Mickey turns his head to shoot Ian a puzzled look, he connects their mouths into a hot, passionate kiss.

“Fuck I think I’m half-hard,” Ian whispers when their mouth separate.

Mickey snorts again and stands up to sit across the table, on the seat that’s supposed to be saved for him, and him only.

They both put their wedding rings back on their ring fingers while Ian smirks at his husband apologetically. Goddamnit he’ll never say dumb shit like they should take their rings off ever again.

“Can I… take your orders, gentlemen?” A waitress comes at their table, seemingly a little uptight because of what she just witnessed.

“Yes, please.” Mickey picks up the menu again like nothing has happened and proceeds to order for both of them. The redhead just sits there and stares into his lover’s gorgeous figure, still smirking.

He just can’t hold his laugh anymore and chuckles when Mickey says “my husband and I would take…” for the fifth time. And he receives wired looks from both the other two people, wired in different ways.

“Sorry, just,” He clears his throat in a totally not suspicious way, “Something funny comes to mind. Sorry. You guys continue.”

Mickey crosses his arms above his chest and reclines on the chair when the waitress leaves with their order. He looks at his snickering husband directly in the eyes, blinking. Ian can tell that Mickey’s still a little pissed off, but just a little.

“Well, gorgeous,” Ian coos while raising one foot and rubbing it on the side of Mickey’s shin expectantly under the table, “I’m thinking, since I’m your fucking husband, how about we have some fun as husbands instead?”

Mickey parts his legs, letting Ian’s feet sneak between his thick thighs. One side of his mouth goes up. A challenging smile. “You tell me, husband.”

A beautiful Friday night. Life’s all so wonderful. Every man deserves a little treat after a week of hard work.