#bloating and pickles

[belliesandmuscles]

#dosswole #flexing #shirtless #showing off #muscle gut #bloated #biceps #pecs #veins #sexy #hunk #pickle jar

[becca-e-barnes]

I just know Bucky would get so lost in you. Like the feeling of you around him has him going in and out of consciousness just mindlessly rutting into you. He would just start babbling saying how good it feels and how much he loves you and he just can’t stop. He’s just gone dumb on pleasure. I need him 😖

Oh god that’s so hot, like him almost losing control of himself while he fucks you because you feel too good 🤤

Because you’re fluttering and rippling and clenching around him and he’s never felt so dumb in his life. He’s so in love with everything about you but your body is just heavenly in a way that he can’t describe. You’re dripping wet, letting him fuck himself totally stupid in your sensitive little pussy and he’s not sure whether he’s going to cum, black out or cry from how good you have him feeling.

His hips are snapping so fast, chasing a pleasure his body just won’t surrender to. He almost thinks his body knows what’s best for him, not letting him cum because he won’t be able to handle it. It’s got him way too frantic though, fucking you like you’re just a hole for him to cum in and while he doesn’t like doing that, he needs it so badly.

“Holy shit, mhm Bucky no please, I’m going to cum again. Oh f-fuck please don’t make me.” You sob, your eyes rolled back in your head, clawing at the sheets but Bucky pays no mind at all. He’s too zoned out, rutting into you for his own pleasure to the point that yours is almost a hazy afterthought. He’d register your safeword and at this point, that’s just about all that he’d react to.

“Feel p-perfect. So fuckin’ tight. So wet n’ creamy. Y-you’re…. Fuck, it’s too much. ‘M gonna… O-Oh you’re gonna make me fill you. G-Gonna cum in you.” Bucky grunts with his face totally screwed up in ecstasy. There’s no stopping the slick slapping of skin on skin, your bodies shaking, desperate for the relief that only an orgasm can give.

“Bucky please, fuck, cum in me. Fill me, baby. Fill my little pussy and don’t stop.” You urge, right as you reach the point of no return. Your cunt practically robs him of his cum, forcing him to spill his load as deep inside you as your body will let him go.

He’s not even sure he’s fully present in his body as he cums. It’s pure bliss, somehow feeling like time has stopped and sped up all at once. His flesh hand grips your hip, holding you still as he sobs his release against your hot skin, pumping you full of such a huge load you feel it dripping over your asshole already and he’s nowhere near finished.

“S-so full. So full. Oh god, can’t fuckin’ stop. Y-you’re gonna be… Oh, I shouldn’t have - shoulda pulled out. You’re stuffed, fuck.” He groans, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasm and the fact he’s not sure it’ll ever stop.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #needy!bucky #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #I’m in a pickle rn #i want a yummy dinner #but I need something that won’t leave me bloated tomorrow #bc my dress is v tight and it would be hella obvious #mainly because I’m in the mood for cheese but I’m lactose intolerant 😩

[tangle-tale]

#pickle #bloated gamers

[rebouks]

Keeping Lag to a Minimum...

I was chatting about a few things I do to combat lag over on discord and realised I do quite a bit of maintenance to reduce lag/load times. I decided to write em all down and before I knew it, I had a big ol' list. Here's hoping it helps!

Save/File Tips:

Clear your caches (located in the same spot as your mod folder fyi) I usually delete the onlinethumbnailcache, avatarcache and localthumbcache caches every time I exit the game, the main one to delete regularly is the localthumbcache file, they're just temporary files but it can get pretty big after a while.. if you're having any mod issues, particularly ui ones, it's always worth deleting that to see if it helps.

Remove any saves you're not using from your saves folder, and keep an eye on save file sizes. In my experience, any saves over around 30-40mb start to get a bit laggy. Things that bump this size up are the amount of townies in game and the amount of lots/objects in the world.

Regarding the above point, I regularly bulldoze lots I don't need anymore, just to save the game from having to cope with extra shit to load in the background and reduce save file bloat.

Similarly, I delete a lot of unnecessary townies. Also, try to keep the amount of outfits on townies to a minimum, ain't no townie need four swimsuit outfits, the game will thank you..

If you have cheats enabled you can usually shift-click/delete object on things like random coffee cups or stray cupcakes sims foolishly drop around the world (or eat em.. whatever tickles ur pickle) just get rid!

Whilst we're keeping objects in game to a minimum.. I try to clear sims inventories now and then, including townies. You can do this via mccc even if you're not currently playing that household by heading to MC Cleaner -> Sell Sim Inventory/Sell Household Inventory. RANDOM LUMPS OF CLAY BEGONE!

Think of a save file like a lot.. the more objects in it, the laggier it gets! Try your best to remove anything or anyone unnecessary where you can.

Hit "Save As" instead of "Save" now and then - the more you overwrite a save, the more chance it has of going wonky, treat your game to a fresh one now and then and remove the old one from your saves folder (maybe don't delete it right away in case you wanna roll back, keep it somewhere safe).

If you can (although ik it can be a pain) set up a new/fresh save, you'd be surprised how bogged down old ones can get! For legacy players, it's usually best to do this whenever you have a small family to save yourself some pain, since you can just save the household and take em to a new save (you will lose sims inventories/household inventories/relationships with sims outside the household tho so beware! Pictures/other collectables can be saved to a lot however, and you can always cheat back relationship bits etc.. bit of a last resort but new saves are shiny and fast!)

Make sure your Screenshots/Video folders are empty - move em somewhere else, it works, trust me. If you have a lot of custom music installed try n' clear some of those out too.. the smaller that Sims 4 directory is, the better.

Delete any last exceptions/last crashes (same spot as your mod folder again) you don't need em unless you're planning to upload em somewhere for help.

Settings Etc:

If you get a bad lag spike, opening the main menu and/or saving can randomly stop this. If it doesn't, try exiting the game, clearing your localthumbcache and restarting.

Clearing all notifications from the game panel can also help.

If you can, close all other apps and background apps you don't need whilst playing, ts4 is super memory hungry so it can definitely help.

The GraphicsRules Override file by Simp4Sims can reduce lag/latency and make your game look a little better in the process!

Srslysims Simulation Lag Fix mod can help reduce lag too (if you've altered the game speed via mccc tho, don't use this unless you plan on resetting it to default).

If you aren't keen on, or barely use a pack, consider disabling it.

Not ideal, especially for those of us taking screenshots, but lowering the graphics settings whilst playing definitely helps.

If you use re/g-shade, consider switching it off whilst playing and only turn it on for screenshots.

A clean and tidy pc/laptop runs better in general. Remove anything you're not using/don't need anymore to free up space, remove temp files, clean up your folders now and again etc etc.. especially that dreaded mod folder, speaking of...

Managing Mods:

SORT OUT YOUR MODS FOLDER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.. skdsjdjs it doesn't have to be immaculate but at the very least try n' clear it out now n' then. Also try to separate your script mods/overrides from the rest, patch days don't need to be so stressful ;-;

Personally, I don't merge my mods; if something breaks it's much harder to pinpoint! It makes it easier to find/delete specific mods too.. and let's face it, there's usually one or two items in that set you could do without lmaooo.. also, don't think it helps much tbh! Yeah you could say the game doesn't have to work as hard to load merged files but that's debatable, it's still the same amount of items/polys at the end of the day ¯\(°_o)/¯

If you like merging files and/or see results from doing so, you can merge stuff you definitely know you're never getting rid of, especially CAS/BB stuff.. but steer clear of merging gameplay/script mods! If a merged file seems to be the culprit when using the 50/50 method, try unmerging it and 50/50ing it again! You might not need to get rid of everything if something's borked.

Bulk Rename Utility can be used to remove all spaces and special characters from your mod files, the game doesn't particularly like loading those so it'll thank you.

The Sims 4 Mod Manager is a great way to sort through your mods, you can easily see, move and delete files from here (not great for build/buy, poses etc as thumbnails are usually missing, but great for CAS stuff). An extra hint with this that I've noticed is that if any of my mods get renamed with [D1] at the beginning after looking through them via the mod manager, it means it's a duplicate file so you can get rid.

I also use the Sims 4 Tray Importer to help me sort through mods. Simply save a sim/lot with any cc you don't want and find it in the importer, you can then go through all the cc in the cc tab and delete/sort it (I also use this to sort cc if a bunch has the wrong tags etc, makes it easier to find in my folders by saving em to a lot or w/e - it also spots duplicates which is handy).

It's a ballache, but the 50/50 method is tried and tested if you're having issues.

I like to keep an abandoned cc folder tucked away somewhere, that way you can remove mods willy nilly without stressing about losing them. If you change your mind, you can always grab it back!

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #tips #reducing ts4 lag #uhhhhh #idk what else to tag this as #skdjskjd #ALSO! feel free to rb and add ur own tips! #lawd knows we need it with this game lmaoooo #as chaotic as he is.. i bet oscar's pc is immaculate #😌

[diejager]

Yandere Pyramid what if he gets reader pregnant Just go crazy with this hahaha

(IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE I DON'T KNOW BUT WITH HIS AMOUNT OF CUM I WOULDN'T DOUBT IT)

Paring : YANDERE Pyramid Head x fem!reader

Cw: smut, possible NON-CON/DUB-CON, tentacle tongue, possessive behaviour + sex, breeding, pregnancy, creampie, belly bulge, tell me if I missed any.

Wc: 674

He'd go wild at the idea of knocking you up, watching your soft stomach bloat with a new life and your breasts swell, nipples leaking milk that he could suck until his kid came out. He'd fuck you until you get pregnant, stuffing you with his cum and his cock, keeping every little swimmers inside your bulging heat. He liked watching you strain around his girth, walls twitching and closing tightly around him, your cries echoing under his metal pyramid.

It's a ritual, every night, any spare moment, he'd have you sprawled under him, rutting his length into your red, swollen cunt until you grew limp, a little cumdump for him. His bulbous tip kissed your cervix, pushing against your womb's entrance and pumped generous load after generous load into your warm, fertile womb, a virgin to childbirth.

Whether he had you under him, pounding away the hours of the night - or day if he felt like it - over him, riding his thick and veiny cock until your slick covered his whole abdomen, or against a wall, rattling the structure with his punching thrusts when felt especially feral; he made sure to cover you in his musk, body smelling of him with reminders of last night, dark bruises marring your skin.

They were brandings of the finest he could give (other than his seed branding your spasming cunt as his little cockdrunk survivor.) to show others who you belonged to. He's had his possessive strikes, growling at killers and survivors who got too close to you for his liking, waving his broadsword and shaking the ground in strong ripples.

Pyramid Head was exceptionally possessive, being a creature of grief and regret created for a sole purpose, granting him nothing to his name or soul to own. Such a situation makes a person - any person - possessive of their things, like a child deprived of toys and love, they grow possessive and careful.

And to add a child, some would think he'd hate his child for taking most of your attention, your affection and your time, but this child was from yours and his blood, a creation of yours. It was the second thing he could call his own, a living being - beside you - he could care for and nurture, it played with a more domestic side of him. It would simply mean he'd take more drastic and scary measures.

Just a big, broad Pyramid Head growling at anyone with his equally big toy in hand, truly the scariest guard dog in The Entity's world (Guard dog privileges+).

Extra: during the pregnancy

Man is oblivious to the struggle of women, especially pregnant ones. Mood swings and odd cravings make him scratch his head in confusion. Was it safe to eat pickles, then peanut butter and tuna in a sitting? Would it be bad if you woke up in discomfort and your stomach was ready to empty itself?

He's as clueless about childbirth as a baby, every step had to have help from The Nurse and The Doctor, both having some experience with pregnancies in their previous lives. Reluctantly, he'd call for them once he sees you hunched over a bowl, puking yesterday's food. If there was a step-by-step book about pregnancies, perhaps a 101 tips about pregnancies for noobs, Pyramid Head would need it, he needs all the help he can get.

He knows not fuck you, naturally, for the safety of his child. That, however, doesn't stop him from pleasing you, using his thick fingers to pump and curl into your upper wall and flick your swollen clit when your hormones act up and you get horny; or he'd tonguefuck you into overstimulation, with his tentacle-like tongue that slithers from under his mask, long and wet. He's agile with it, twisting his tongue in every sense and curling it into a ball to fuck you.

He's talented with his cock, his fingers and his tongue, nothing can stop him from caring for your needs, he's skilled in many ways.

#yandere x reader #pyramid head dbd #pyramid head x reader smut #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head #pyramid head smut #dbd smut #dbd x reader #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight smut #dead by daylight x reader #Dead by daylight pyramid head #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x you

[sunsetsimon]

put me and simon in a samgyupsal and were both sold. I think that man would LOVE samgyupsals bc of the sheer amount of eat he can inhale. but same. I love meat. I love eating meat so much.

I love a man that eats a lot cuz now he can eat a lot with me >:]

stop you just fucking get me omg. the way i headcanon simon’s favorite foods to be korean and indian, ESPECIALLY samgyeopsal.

dude fucking loves meat, especially pork, and adding a bunch of side dishes and rice with it? he’s in heaven.

he totally has a phase for a couple months of only wanting to eat korean food, complaining about wanting kimchi and how you should make your own korean bbq at home sometime.

if you’re not going to an all you can eat, make sure you order multiple servings, cause simon’s too far gone at this point. he found his new obsession.

was a little hesitant about trying the new side dishes, but he ends up loving the braised potatoes and kimchi.

completely loads up his sam, a minimum of 3 pieces of sliced pork in each bite. adding rice, garlic gloves, and ssamjang, and of course his favorite - pickled radishes. he doesn’t audibly moan, but he definitely could. you know he likes it when he just closes his eyes and nods his head the entire time he’s chewing, immediately going back for more.

and you better not even think about reaching for the tongs, simon insists on cooking the meat the entire time. he looks so cute with his thin pink lips curled into a focused frown, using the scissors to cut the pork into smaller, bite sized pieces for you.

and don’t forget the bottle of soju to top everything off.

goes home so happy and full everytime, his chub slightly more prominent through his black t-shirt, bloated from all the meat and rice. you give his tummy a loving pat while you softly kiss his chin, blonde stubble scratching against your lips.

“had a good dinner?” you ask, sliding your hand under his shirt to run your palm across his skin.

“too fucking good.”

#um i want korean so bad rn i might get it #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #glutton simon <3

[blinger301]

Draco *Sprawled on the couch*: Haaarrry!! I'm hungry~

Harry *From the kitchen*: What you in the mood for?

Draco: Pickles and honey.

Harry: Really? Okay.

Harry*Returning after 5 mins*: Here

Draco: I don't want it anymore, I want Yogurt and chips.

Harry: Seriously? Won't that make you bloated?

Draco *With a belly the size of a watermelon*: ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry incorrect quotes #pregnant #bottom draco #ron weasley #hermione granger #slytherin #funny #drarry memes #slytherdor

[kitchenwitchery72]

Herbalism 101: Bay Leaves

EP. 2

Bay leaves are one of my absolute favorite herbs when cooking with intention. They are delicious and very common in tons of food cultures. On top of this, they are quite easily accessible.

Properties: Protection, healing, success

Uses in the Kitchen

Bay laurel, more commonly referred to as Bay leaves, is a very versatile plant. I often use it in cooking to flavor stocks or pickled goods. With such an aromatic flavor, it tastes great in hearty or acidic dishes. Tying a bunch together with bay leaves, rosemary, and thyme is a great way to add flavor to stock.

Uses in Healing

Bay leaves have a number of benefits when used in herbalism. Bay leaves do have many digestion related benefits. They can help with bloating and gas, in this case I usually use them to make a tea along with peppermint. The leaves are also good for treating certain skin ailments that do not involve broken skin, such as dandruff! Adding bay leaf oil into your hair care routine would be a good option.

Uses in Witchcraft

Bay leaves, particularly in witchcraft, are extremely versatile. One of the most common uses is setting intentions. The easiest way I have found to do this is to use a marker or candle wax to write out your intentions or a sigil onto the Bayleaf itself. I will often use this in simmer pots or cooking (if you are cooking with it, make sure it is a safe marker for that use). Some other ways to use this is burning they leave or putting it in your shoe to carry with you throughout the day.

Tips for Growing at Home

Bay leaves come from a tree called Bay Laurel. They can be grown inside and pruned to be kept at a certain size, but because they are a slow growing tree they can ultimately reach very large sizes when grown outdoors. If you are attempting to grow it inside the most important things are well draining soil, the right amount of humidity, and lots and lots of sunlight. 

Bay leaf tea

In order to make this tasty and beneficial tea, you only need a few things: 2 bay leaves, 1 cinnamon stick, and hot water. Steep the ingredients as you would any tea and enjoy while hot. I drink this when I'm having stomach issues or I'm feeling a bit on edge.

As always, this is not medical advice. These are helpful home tips and remedies, but they will not cure diseases.

#kitchen witch #witchcraft #witch #green witch #cottage witch #herbs #magick #spellwork #herbalism #herbalmedicine #herbalism 101 #bay leaves #bay leaf #intentions

[uremetomommy]

Hey, so I got this idea from a youtuber podcast I listened to this morning. And i’m not a writer. So. Yeah.

Today on the podcast, I was challenged with the “smoothie challenge”. Basically, my friends get to make any smoothie they want to make and I have to drink the entire thing.

So far, it looks awful, but I laugh through the pain as I stare at the green sludge get blended. Pickle juice, pickled onions, oranges, blueberries, kimchi, and hot peppers along with many other savouries get mixed into a gross concoction that makes my mouth salivate already.

I down the first quarter of the smoothie with ease, it just tasted like a savoury mess. But then I hit the pickle juice and my stomach lurched. I gag into my hand as my friends giggle to themselves in the background. I manage to swallow through my gagging and the slop lands into my empty stomach that only has a few mouthfuls of water in. It disagrees with my body immediately, and I have to choke back a few gags. But all in all, I compose myself.

After the podcast.

I left about 30 minutes after, and I felt fine in the Uber home. Once my head hit the pillow, though, my body started to feel funny. My tummy sat heavily on top of me, and my usual flat stomach was distended ever so slightly. I was so bloated but every burp felt thick at the back of my throat. I was in agony.

After about 30 minutes, my tummy was getting worse. It sloshed dangerously, and I felt miserable. Everything was spinning around me, and I felt like if I opened my mouth I was going to lose it all over myself and the bed.

All of a sudden, a quiet “hurlp” jumped up my throat and a little wet, thick feeling followed. As I sat up and stared down at my belly, a curious hand rubbed the taut surface as bubbles erupted underneath my palms.

“Fuck..” I mumbled as I hiccuped silently.

I was about to throw up, but I couldn’t move. The nausea was wracking my body and the dizziness would make me fall the second i was upright.

With a quick wet burp, a mouthful of pickle juice and orange juice jumped into my mouth and fell down on top of my tummy. That was the gush that led to the floodgates being open.

“Burrrrp!! Hhhurrllppp” I spewed wet burp after wet burp as thick, gross tasting liquid came up my throat. The more I tasted it, the sicker I felt.

Even after the last mouthful came out of my mouth, I felt crazy nauseous. I rubbed at my belly as it hitched with dry heaves, gas and tiny bits of water bubbling at the bottom of my tummy. I burped wetly for about an hour before it calmed down, but every time i thought about eating, I gagged into my hand.

I wonder how long this will last.

Lmk what u think I’m worried this sucks.

#emeto #burping #vomiting #irl emeto #emetophilia #puke #food poisoning #wet burps

[bambina-lita]

imagine being at one of those old dive bars in town with friends, and after a few drinks in, you get dared to take an egg from the giant glass container of fermented, pickled eggs. only thing is, you’re an absolute lightweight when it comes to alcohol, so in your buzzed brain, you somehow misinterpret the dare as to take them all. this container is absolutely huge, mind you, at least half your body weight. the bartender has no idea how old it is, he says it’s been there since they started working, and this is an older gentleman whose been here a long time.

while the bartender and many others as distracted by an ongoing game on television, you manage to lift the entire container and tip it back in your mouth like its a drink. again, in your drunken stupor, you think you can handle this like it’s a drink. so the softened eggs come rolling in down your mouth, down your throat, one by one. you can’t even decide how they taste, because you’re just blindly sucking it all down. gulp gulp gulp. loud, obnoxiously slurping sounds as your throat bobs visibly taking in each egg and all the fermenting juice. and the effect is almost instantaneous. your stomach protrudes like a slow rising dome. it peeks out from your sweater, and then before long, the massive, gravid bump is pushing back the whole fabric. halfway through, you are stuffed beyond measure. but you keep going. you want to finish the dare, don’t you? so you spread your legs a little to adjust to the growing new weight — a literal globe distending from your belly —and keep going. it’s a good thing you’re drinking the fluid too, otherwise your belly would be awkwardly shaped from all the eggs squishing and crammed inside you. instead, the additional bloat allows for them to slosh inside. chug chug chug, your idiotic brain is chanting as you keep going.

by the time you finish, a highlight of the game is over and the bartender realizes what you’ve just done. he shakes his head disapprovingly. some of the patrons notice your apparent late-end pregnant belly that was definitely not there when you first arrived. they all shake their heads, as if in agreement. what a stupid, attention-seeking girl. she’s gonna pay for it later, for sure.

you wobble your way back to your friend circle; half of them are mortified, the other half are mystified. someone playfully slaps your drum-tight belly playfully, it elicits a hot, hearty burp you didn’t even know was welded up in there. the alcohol is preventing you from feeling any pain over your error; you just feel so warm, so stuffed, so packed. is that such a bad thing on this cold night? it’s not. but what is bad is how distracted you are from all the mystery gases brewing and churning inside. your friends can hear it when they curiously place an ear beside your bump. it’s just like the patrons all said before — you’re gonna pay for later.

when it’s time to leave, one of your friends mercifully helps you shuffle towards their car. the bump hasn’t gone down by any means. you’ve been stifling burps for the last few minutes. swallowing them back down means you’re only keeping in all the air you foolishly sucked down, on top of the fermented egg jar. now you’re acutely aware of the tightness too. everything hurts. you’re shamelessly moaning open-mouthed, leaning back miserably in your car seat. your friends are just barely able to get the seatbelt around your distended middle. they tell you that they’ll be home soon. but at some point, they hit a bump. that jostles you terribly. your painfully stuffed stomach jostles and sloshes loudly for everyone to hear. and then;

frt. frt. frrrrrt.

it’s like an air leak from a balloon. you don’t do anything to stop it. the plethora of little noxious farts slips one by one in quick succession. everything is bubbling up inside of you. burps soon accompany it. you can taste the stench of the pickled eggs and your liquor. each burp, each fart, grows shamelessly louder and louder. your friends whine and moan, windows are immediately rolled open for the mercy of fresh air. at least the air being released is somewhat helping with the bloat. somewhat. barely. no, honestly, it’s barely made a dent in the damage you self inflicted.

one of your friends sitting next to you rubs your belly in small circles, as if to coerce some more air out. they’re one of the only ones who is sympathetic to your plight. that is, until they whisper in a voice which only you can hear; “i think you can handle more, don’t you?”

the one fragment of common sense remaining in your head screams no. that’s absolutely insane. why would you go any further than this with mindlessly stuffing yourself? you’re already a ticking time bomb, your belly is ready to implode from being so overly packed.

but you dumbly nod your head, a cute little squeak-fart following. in your head you’ve somehow conjured up the image of those pickled eggs as being your own brood now, so you’ve gotta eat for two now. or two hundred, or whatever the number was.

#stuffing #belly expansion #inflation kink #wg fantasy #fat and gassy #gassy belly #stuffing k1 nk #wg kink

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #23

Concept: You're a student in your sophomore year of university, and you've found yourself in a bit of a pickle. The last thing you remember is attending a rowdy fraternity party with your roommate, certain that you'd get laid one way or another before the night was through. You don't remember anyone, though, nor do you remember staggering home along the forest path that folks liked to joke was haunted.

But you've woken up in your bed this morning with an aching, bloated gut that seems to grow larger by the hour, and you have no idea why. Will you hide in your room until this nightmare passes, or will you go to the student clinic in search of answers?

That is, if you can manage to heave yourself to your feet.

(A Spooky Season prompt. Feel free to put it to good use! 😘)

#hush writes preg #spooky season pregnancy #rapid pregnancy #monster pregnancy #nonhuman pregnancy #monster kink #monster fucker #monsterfucking #ftm pregnancy #mtf pregnancy #nb pregnancy #male pregnancy #tmpreg #mpreg #trans pregnancy #pregnancy kink

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 15

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Lloyd drops the bags in the trunk before he comes around the driver’s side. A concrete pillar makes your entrance difficult and you snap the door shut in frustration. You’re as agitated with yourself as with him. Flirting with those girls and you let it get to you. Enough to do that in there!

He lowers himself into his seat, a smug curve in his lips. God, you could smack him so hard. Your hand balls as you watch him adjust the mirror. He’s such a fucking douchebag. You hate him and his tacky mustache. Just looking at it you can feel it against your–

You huff and take a breath, the heat bristling up your neck. What’s wrong with you? How can you be so angry and so fucking needy at the same time? You want chocolate, you want a pickle, you want to sleep, you want to kick him in the balls, but right now there’s only one option.

You lean over and grab the level on the side of his seat. He lets out a surprised noise as it reclines and he goes with it. You grunt as you push yourself up awkwardly and turn to maneuver yourself through the tight space. With your stomach, and your ever large ass, it’s a close squeeze as you straddle him under you.

“Woah, peaches, what’s gotten into you–” he sputters as you pull down your leggings.

“If you don’t let me fuck you, I’m going to strangle you to death,” you snarl, “so please, shut up and let me do what I need to do.”

You raise yourself and feel along his fly, tugging it down impatiently. His hands rest on your hips as he watches you, his lips slightly parted in a delighted smirk. You snarl and spread his pants, jerking them down his hips as he lifts his pelvis in compliance.

“You know, you can still choke me a little,” he snickers.

“Shut it,” you say as you reach into his pants and pull him out, stroking him until he squirms.

“Jeez, babe, you gotta treat me like more than a piece of meat–”

“What do you think you are to me?” You hiss and cover his mouth with your hand, “now be good for me and hush.”

You line him up with your cunt and slide onto him. You let out a sigh and bite down on your lip as you grunt. Fuck, that’s exactly what you need. You grab his hand and shove it down to your cunt, bending his fingers against your clit as you start to rock.

“That’s it, that’s the fucking angle,” you close your eyes, tilting your chin back, “fuck, yeah…” 

You purr as his breaths cloud around you in the cramped space. You recede into your mind, moaning as you let the lust carry your way. You can’t be there in that car fucking this man, pregnant and bloated. No, you’re anywhere else, with someone you love, someone who loves you, wants you, needs you. Not some jackass who flirts right in front of your face.

You shudder as a memory rises, tainted but pleasant. That night Colin proposed, up in the national park, the ring on your finger as you lay in the back seat, the car rocking as the thrill of being caught nips in your cheeks. You were so happy then, you loved him so much, and you still believe he loved you then. Even if it all fell apart in the end.

“Colin, oh Col,” you purr as you press your hand firmly against the mouth, “Colin, yeah, I’m gonna…” 

You growl and cum as you keep your other hand around his, working his fingers against your bud until you're quivering and clenching. He rips his hand free and suddenly you hit the wheel as he shoves you. The impact rings in your spine.

“Get the fuck off of me,” Lloyd snarls, “now.”

You realise your mistake. Did you really say it out loud? His name? Colin. Your ex. The cheater. The man who broke your heart. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You lift yourself off of him and he pushes you again. You fall against the passenger side as he hits the ignition button and grips the wheel. He sneers as he reverses out, the motion hurling you against the door. You shimmy up the leggings as the tires skid.

“Fucking slut,” he grits out, “I give you fucking everything and–”

He suppresses the words to a low rumble. He’s silent as he stops at the end of the row and flips on the stereo without looking. Def Leppard wails from the speakers as he veers around the pillar and up the ramp. You buckle your seat belt and stare out the window.

He gave an inch, you took a mile, and he’ll be sure to snatch it back.

💎

You get home as the tension bubbles to the boiling point. Lloyd doesn’t speak, doesn’t look at you as he swipes up the shopping bags and marches up the front steps. You trail him, hardly able to keep up.

Inside, he hurries upstairs and you don’t bother following. The best thing you can do is leave him alone. You’ve fucked up, you know it, you feel it jabbing in your chest. Why did you do that? Why did you have to think of Colin? And then just blurt it out?

You just wanted to feel love. That’s all. Some closeness that was more than rutting and cumming. Lloyd isn’t capable of that. He can say sweet things when he wants something, but it’s never genuine. Look at him, right that moment, nursing a bruised ego, not a wounded heart.

You go into the kitchen and take out the leftover pasta from the day before. You pick at it, simmering in your shame and regret. He can use you all he wants but you do the same and you’re a whore. He can humiliate you in front of some Victoria Secret associates but you can’t just pretend that someone actually cares.

You don’t care. You let it out. The tears roll down and add a salty tinge to your meal, eaten over the plastic container without a second thought. You finish and wash out the tupperware and tuck it away. 

You linger in the doorway, uncertain what to do. You don’t want to go upstairs, you don’t want to see him and face the truth. You’re not over Colin and you’ll never be happy here. But you’re trapped, there’s no choice.

You lean heavily and touch your stomach. Unless he changes his mind. Unless Lloyd decides to toss you out, knocked up and poor, hopeless. You mop up your tears and force a breath into your lungs.

A sudden thwap shatters your self-pity. You go out and look at the duffel bag at the bottom of the stairs, the same one you arrived with. That very first day you came to this place. You peer up the stairs as Lloyd stomps down, strides lithe and determined.

As he gets to your level, he kicks the bag and slides against the door. He stomps after it and toes it aside as he swings open the door.

“Alright, sweetheart, you had your fun, go on back to the deadbeat,” he puts a hand on his hip as his other grips the handle tight, “don’t got all night.”

His jaw squares as he stares at the wall, refusing to look at you. You gulp and suck in your cheeks. Fine, he can kick you out but you’re not going to cry for him. Never him. He’s not worth all that.

You near slowly and stop to grab your shoes from where he left them. He swiftly kicks them out of your reach and blocks you from taking your jacket. He snaps his fingers and points through the door.

“Everything you brought is in there,” he jabs his finger downward, “buh bye.”

You watch him. He eludes your gaze and you shake your head. No, you’re not going to beg forgiveness. Not from him. You bend down and pick up the bag. You hook your elbow through the handles but the door slams shut before you can pass through it.

“Fuck you!” He snarls as he snatches the bag off your arm, “fuck you, peaches! You’re just gonna leave? Without a goodbye? Without anything?”

“Lloyd, you–”

“You’re supposed to stay. You’re supposed to get down on your knees and beg,” he grabs your shoulders and shakes you, “you’re not supposed to say his fucking name. You’re not supposed to think of him anymore!”

You grasp his wrists as your brain rattles. You stop him, squeezing his arms gently, “Lloyd, please… I can’t… just shut that part of me off.”

“The fuck you can’t,” he barks as he turns you, pinning you to the door, “Mrs. Shea is dead, you got it? Don’t make me pay another visit to the shithead.”

He sneers at you, your eyes meeting as your lip trembles. You nod as your temples pulse and your ears ring, “I’m sorry.”

He exhales through his nose as he brows knit, “I’m gonna make you fucking sorry, peaches. I’m gonna fuck the memory of that cuck right out of your fucking skull,” he slips free of your grasp and clamps your head between his hands, “just like old times, huh? Knees,” he digs his nails into your scalp, pushing you downward, “now.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected #the gray man

[astraltrickster]

Btw game modding is an accessibility issue.

Hostility toward mods that aren't explicitly for the purpose of:

1) cheating in PVP games, or

2) griefing in general in multi-player games

Is ableism. End of.

It's important for games to have accessibility features, but also literally impossible to account for EVERY possible need that will ever come up. Some people have really obscure phobias and PTSD triggers; the ability to mod out a bowl of mixed nuts or a specific chair or a jar of pickles WILL be a make-or-break issue for someone, somewhere. Some people, even with remappable controls and adaptive controllers, will not be able to come up with a solution that lets them use all functionality without macros AND mods. Some people will find that the texture on a certain environmental object triggers hallucinations such that they need to replace it.

It would not only be completely unreasonable to expect developers to anticipate ALL of these things and more and put them in accessibility options, but it would result in a level of bloat in the accessibility menus...that would make a game inaccessible to more people than many of these options would make it accessible to!

But it's equally if not more unreasonable to deny people the ability to take their more obscure access needs into their own hands.

An accessible game is a moddable game.

#media #disability #gaming

[drpeppertummy]

Giuliana and marianne perhaps?

spent some time pondering over whether i could make this work & truthfully i think there was more to be explored in the whole Stoic Tough Lady Rendered Submissive Feedee By Pushy Milf scenario but What Ever i tried

[hunger, stuffing]

Giuliana gazed blanky at the menu, her eyes wandering over what seemed like a million words and not reading a single one. It had been an exceptionally long day at work. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong did so profusely, the majority of the day's customers had been a pain in the ass, and between the mess, the chaos, and the slow eaters, closing had taken ages longer than usual. It was well past midnight now--closer to two, actually--and Giuliana, who hadn't eaten a thing since lunch, was absolutely starving. Fortunately, the diner was always open.

As she looked over the menu, struggling to comprehend the wealth of text covering the beat-up laminated sheet, an approaching figure drew her attention. A tall, broad waitress, almost intimidating in stature but with a friendly face, strode cheerfully up to the booth, smiling warmly down at her. Her name tag identified her as Marianne. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but it was common enough; she couldn't recall ever having seen the woman before.

"You look like you're running on fumes, sweetheart," Marianne said playfully. "What're you feelin' tonight?"

"Um…" Giuliana glanced back at the menu, brow furrowed. Her belly rumbled loudly.

"I'd ask if you need a couple minutes, but it sounds like you can't wait," Marianne teased, and a blush crept onto Giuliana's face. "Need a little help?"

"Hm…" Giuliana hesitated, then gave up with an exhausted sigh. "Yeah, I guess I do." Marianne smiled and leaned over her, resting a warm hand on her shoulder. She tensed up, caught off guard by the oddly intimate contact, but didn't feel compelled to pull away. The waitress studied the menu for a moment, tapping a thoughtful finger to her lip, then pointed to a line that Giuliana's weary eyes could barely read.

"Judging by the sound of your belly, I think you need something nice and big to fill you up," she said, tapping the menu with her long pink nail. "How about chicken Alfredo? Comes with linguine unless you'd prefer a different pasta, and then you'll get a soup or a salad, two sides…"

Giuliana, being a restaurant owner and a fine cook herself, rarely went out to eat, often preferring to make her own food the way she felt it ought to be made. When she did go out, she tended to be very deliberate in her choices. Tonight, however, she nodded her way through the ordering process. The long day had left her brain fried, and while it wasn't her preference, she wound up letting Marianne talk her into whatever she thought was best, although she did pick the soup. She'd had the crab bisque on her mind from the moment she'd walked through the door and seen it listed among the specials.

In addition to the bisque and the Alfredo, she had a baked potato and pickled beets coming along with it for the sides, and Marianne had talked her into an order of clam strips as well. The appetizer came out at the same time as the bisque, and Giuliana's stomach let out a long, whining growl at the smell of it.

"That's what I like to hear," Marianne giggled. "Eat up, cutie pie, I'll have your Alfredo out in just a few minutes."

Giuliana watched her go, blinking in delayed confusion at the pet name, then, brought back to attention by her growling belly, dug into the bisque. Her stomach eagerly welcomed the hot food, and she ate quickly, too hungry to bother with taking the time to properly enjoy it. The bisque was creamy and filling, and the clam strips were wonderfully fresh and crispy, and between the two, it wasn't long before she began to feel comfortably full. As a matter of fact, after wolfing it down so quickly, she felt a little bloated. She leaned back in the booth, a little surprised at herself for having cleared the food away already, and burped quietly into her fist.

"Oh, good girl! Cleaned your plates just in time for dinner," said Marianne with a grin. Giuliana looked up, startled. She hadn't heard the waitress approaching. Smiling, Marianne cleared away the empty dishes and replaced them with full ones: a big, steaming bowl of pasta topped with grilled chicken and creamy Alfredo, a hefty baked potato accompanied by a dollop of butter and sour cream, and a bowl of pickled beets. It smelled fantastic, and Giuliana's mouth watered at the sight of it, but without hunger clouding her vision, it suddenly seemed like an absurd amount of food. She doubted she'd be able to eat much before she had to quit. Still, she was here and so was the dinner, and she supposed she ought to enjoy it as much as she could.

Marianne left her alone once again, and she brought up another quiet burp. With the pressure in her stomach slightly lessened, she picked up her fork and started on the pasta. Personally, she didn't think it quite held up to her own, but it was still pretty damn good, and even on a full belly, it was easy to keep eating. She dipped into the sides here and there as she ate, but the Alfredo was her main priority. It wouldn't heat up as well as the potato would, and she could take or leave the beets, although they certainly weren't left untouched.

Giuliana was eating at a more standard pace now, but it didn't take long for her to slow down even more. Her belly quickly began to feel fuller and fuller, filling up with the thick, bulky pasta and chicken on top of the heavy soup and the clam strips that were almost certainly not intended to be eaten alone. The potato wasn't helping matters, and her stomach soon began to reach its comfortable limit, not quite aching but undeniably far past full.

"How're we doin' over here, sweetheart? Not too full yet, I hope," said Marianne, eyeing Giuliana's rounded tummy as she approached the booth. "Y'know, as good as they make it, it just never seems to heat up quite right, don't you think?" She turned away with a smile and a wink, and before Giuliana could react, she was gone.

She couldn't argue with Marianne's logic. As full as she was, she supposed she could fit a little more. She paused for a moment to force up a small burp--it didn't help much--and scooped up another forkful of linguine. Each bite felt heavier than the last in her already-snug stomach, but where she ordinarily might have called it quits, she went on eating, wanting to make the most of her dinner while it was fresh. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her belly had long since begun to bulge out over the waist of her jeans, but she didn't care. When the jeans began to dig uncomfortably into her distended middle, however, that was an issue. She reached down to tug the waist down a little, hoping to ease the irritating pressure.

"Oh, pumpkin, you are looking absolutely stuffed," Marianne remarked, sounding pleased. Giuliana looked up, startled and a little embarrassed. With her jeans sitting lower on her waist, her belly looked impressively round and poked out almost far enough to bump against the table. She wasn't typically one to care about appearances, but with Marianne's approving eye on her distended tummy, she felt uncharacteristically bashful, and held a defensive hand over it. It felt shockingly firm to the touch, packed tight as a drum full of heavy, bulky carbs, and she blushed.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't be shy," Marianne giggled. "You know I'm always glad to see our customers enjoying their food. Now, you go ahead and finish up, alright? If you can fit any more, that is. You look just about ready to pop." She gave Giuliana a friendly pat on the back and left.

Giuliana didn't just look ready to pop, she felt like it, too. Her belly felt taut, heavy, and bloated, and she didn't think it could take another bite. Still, there was something persuasive, almost alluring about Marianne, and she felt oddly compelled to eat a little more. She forced up another little burp, gave her distended tummy a cautious rub, and dipped her fork back into the pasta. The chicken was already gone--it had been an entire breast, and that alone occupied a large space in her stomach--but there seemed to be an endless sea of linguine, and what remained would likely last her another day or two.

Her stomach stretched as yet another bite of pasta was forced into it, and it let out an uncomfortable groan as it strained around the enormous meal inside it. She scooped up one more forkful, and, though her hand faltered as she brought it to her lips, she managed to swallow it down. That was as much as she could stand. Her belly couldn't take another bite. With a sigh, she set her fork down and leaned back, holding her aching tummy with both hands. A small burp escaped her, forced up by the sheer amount of pressure inside her stomach, followed by a soft groan. She was fighting for consciousness now, her tiredness only amplified by the warm weight in her belly, and just as her eyes began to flutter, Marianne caught her attention.

"Well, I must say, I am pretty darn impressed," she said, the smile on her face almost impish as she looked down at Giuliana. "That is an awful lot of food in that belly. I'm gonna go ahead and grab you a box before you pass out, you look like you're about to fall right into your pasta." She gave her shoulder an affectionate squeeze and disappeared from sight.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #message #suggestion #burst mention #xgiulianax #xmariannex

[pillsandumbrellas]

Could you extend on the fat/water for fuel thing you said while fasting please?? Also, some tips? Like you've done this for such a long time it's so impressive

I'm not 100% sure what you're referring to. I'm assuming you're asking about what your body requires to function while still fasting. I'll go into a lot of detail regarding this since I feel like it's important. First of all I'd like to preface this by stating that everyone is different. Some people have deficiencies or immune issues or blood pressure.. the list goes on issues. Before even considering a fast, know your body and it's requirements. I would hate for someone to read anything I write and take my word for it and do something that harms them. I couldn't live that, so please do your research. Regarding what your body needs; if you're already a very thin person, don't fast. You have to understand that when you're eating, your body is burning calories for fuel. When you're not eating, it switches to burning fat. This is ketosis. A lot of the goal of a ketogenic diet is to switch the body over to burning fat for fuel. This is the biggest reason for why people have a really goddamn hard time the first few days of fasting or even starting keto. What people refer to as "keto-flu." It's your body protesting against your switching over to burning fat, when burning calories is so much easier and it's instant energy. Burning fat is a lot more work. So, if you're already thin, your body won't have much fat to burn through. What your body will do instead if burn through muscle and organ tissue. You REALLY do not want that. Bear in mind that even if you have fat deposits, muscle loss is likely to occur anyway, as your body may burn through muscle it thinks you don't necessarily have use for. If you go past a 36h fast, autophagy also begins to occur where your body starts to heal itself. I personally love this and have healed my acne scars through this. I had really bad acne scars and now I have maybe a couple I can see if I look reaaally closely. Putting that aside. You need hydration A LOT of water, and you need fasting minerals (electrolytes). These are mainly sodium, magnesium, and potassium. Now I personally just make snake juice at home, because I like control over what I put inside myself. Water=2L | Potassium chloride =1 tsp | Sodium chloride = 1/2 tsp | Sodium Bicarbonate = 1 tsp Magnesium Sulphate = 1/2 tsp Now it's up to a person to know how long they can fast and how long they should fast, however if you're planning an extended fast. I cannot stress enough to get a general check-up, get professional help during your fast if you can, and monitor your blood pressure and blood sugar levels. Some things I experienced through my many fasts has been throwing up by the way. Usually around day 7-14. I was able to fix this with a mixture of a table spoon of apple cider vinegar and pickle juice. I couldn't drink snake juice anymore, because it was too concentrated it made me feel ill. However the pickle juice had enough minerals to keep me satiated without being overwhelming and the apple cider vinegar balanced me out. No these do not break the fast. This is medically proven to aid with fasting, I didn't just come up with this btw. Also you may find yourself bloated with water as you lose weight and your body decides that it wants to fill the fat you lost with water. Potassium supplements can help with this. Just be careful with your dosage. Little goes a long way. You will pee A LOT. This is normal. You'll pee a lot in the beginning of your fast, as you drop water weight, especially when you got to bed. It slows down towards the middle when your body starts packing on the water. Potassium makes you start the hose again though. Anyway I hope this helps some people, gives some insight. Be careful. Take care of your bodies. Don't be stupid. I can do stupid things, but I try to be a self-aware and well informed idiot. That way I don't have anyone but myself to blame, because I know better.

#tw ana diary #ed not ed sheeran #tw restriction #pro a4a #@n0r3xia #@na trigger #tw ana trigger #tw disordered eating #tw restrictive ed #water fast

[fulltum]

A gluttonous little catboy manages to get the fridge open and gorges himself on lunchmeats and pickles. When his owner comes home to an empty fridge and a full cat, they decides to punish this by pouring what's left- the entire milk jug- down his greedy, greedy throat. Already so bloated and aching, he isn't prepared for what the lactose intolerance is doing to his poor belly.

Yessss and think about what the pickles alone would do to his tum, maybe the jar was full when he started and he fishes each one out, eventually getting so carried away he starts swallowing down some of them whole... and then all of that vinegar and acid reacts with the milk his owner forces into his throat, curdling the milk and turning the contents of his entire tum into a sour, horrible, lactose-rich soup.

All he can do is roll around on the floor, crying and holding his gassy, aching belly as it expands even bigger from its reaction to the lactose, begging his owner to make it better or give him some tummy medicine. His owner tells him that medicine is only for good kitties and that he should remember this is a punishment, then steps on his taut, aching, bloated tum to reinforce the point.

#belly kink #stuffing #bellyache #belly torture #catboy #scenario #ty for sending!