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mushroomnoodles · 3 months
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was candy simon scared or confused when he went into labor the first time? Or was it mostly chill?
cw/tw for sfw and non kink mpreg, also water breaking (it's soda)
he was very confused. he can't really feel pain at all, so he didn't actually know he was in labor (or what labor was, actually) until his water broke. he had to ask candy witch if this was normal for babies, to which she was like. NO!! YOU'RE HAVING IT!! to which his response was oh. yay! :8D
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candy simon was very excited to be a dad by the way. he retains that paternal instinct (he's sort of loosely babysat all of the candy kingdom's kids).
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after sour taffy, simon learned to sort of look for the signs he was in labor that he could identify- for example, he could feel the contractions, not the pain from them, but his body was trying to squeeze the kiddo out.
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jellys-compendium · 4 days
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Smutty BLR Vash headcanon incoming. 18+ Only, Minors DNI, tw for bodily fluids
I don't know about you, but BLR Vash strikes me as the kind of guy who would sink his fingers into your panties and whisper in your ear that he can't believe how wet you already are for him. He's so excited, you don't have the heart to tell him it's just discharge 🤣
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flaurosin · 7 months
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We are finally cowboys
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calpalsworld · 8 months
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FOCUS LABS - ROOM 100
The air is thick and vile, full of dandruff and breath.
BIOMEDICAL - NANOTECH - BREAK ROOM
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erin-draws-things · 24 days
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This was fun as hell to make
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triple-pupil · 1 year
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‼️SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, FLUIDS, A SWEAR WORD‼️
More college friends are following this blog... What a great moment to post ✨Horny shit✨
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solunstell · 2 years
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Inktober Day 2: Scurry
Not proud of the face but whatever
Zen, Mystic Messenger, 10-2-22
Reblogs help more than likes!
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the-whumpening · 27 days
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The Pet Tiger, #2 [nsfwhump AU]
Prev | Masterpost | Next
CW: Noncon touch (bathing and non-sexual touch), forced enema (no graphic descriptions of fluids, but the event is on-page), reference to future noncon, restraints, “it” as a pronoun
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2: Bath
Ozmund leads Ash up a few dizzying flights of stairs and through a maze of halls until they reach a luxurious bathroom. Two servants greet Ozmund as he enters, Ash still being led by the chain joining his hands. With practiced hands, the servants take hold of Ash’s chain and pull him along.
“Clean him up for me, please,” Ozmund instructs them. “He shouldn’t give you any trouble; I presume he knows better by now.” He gives Ash’s hair a firm tug in reminder before retreating from the room.
The servants quickly and efficiently scrub Ash down in the warm bath water; it almost would’ve felt relaxing and soothing, if not for the too-firm pressure of too many hands all over his body. His hair is washed and his beard shaved clean, his eyebrows trimmed and plucked into perfect form. Even his nails are cleaned, trimmed, and painted with a shiny lacquer. He tries not to protest—after all, it’s only a bath—but he can’t help the occasional sniffs and whines that slip through. The petite female servant pats his head affectionately, as if he’s an anxious dog, and offers soothing words.
“There, there. It’s okay. No need to fuss,” she murmurs. After she towels him dry, she begins to lead him to a vanity, but the other servant reprimands her.
“It’s not finished yet,” the older servant says, tugging Ash to a separate room. “If you do its makeup now, it’ll cry and ruin it.”
The younger one smiles apologetically and pats Ash’s arm. “Oh dear, she’s right. Most pets don’t like this part at all.” Most? Ash thinks. They’ve done this before? How many slaves has Ozmund kept? “But Master Greenthorn has very high standards, so it’s necessary. You’ll get used to it.”
The room Ash is led to is much smaller than the bath, clearly meant for more private use. One wall features a tall cabinet and a washbasin with a tap. On the opposite wall are the toileting facilities. In between the two is a low bench, barely off the ground, and a mat.
“Knees on the bench, arms on the floor,” the older servant commands as she heads to the cabinet. Ash’s stomach twists in knots; though he’s not entirely sure what’s happening, he knows it can’t be good. The younger servant gives him a nudge, holding his elbow to help him balance as he kneels. His muscles shake as he presses his forearms to the mat, realizing far too late what his position must be for.
“You’ll be good and still for us, won’t you?” the petite one asks sweetly, brushing his hair out of his face. “I’d hate to have to hold you down or restrain you.” When he doesn’t respond, she pinches his rear. “Say, ‘Yes, ma’am,’ when you’re asked a question, pet.”
He swallows hard, fighting back the urge to scream and slash his claws. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
She perks up immediately. “Oh, what a good boy! Such a quick learner! I do hope you’ll be this obedient for the Master; I’d hate to see such a pretty thing covered in ugly bruises and scars. Then I’d have to spend all my time fixing you up instead of playing with you!”
“Yes, ma’am . . .” he whispers, wetness already beginning to form in his eyes.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Faye,” the older servant warns. “I’ve been told this one is special; it and the Master have history or something. I doubt you’ll get to play with it.” She hands the petite one—Faye—a pair of gloves and a bottle of some liquid. From his position so close to the ground, Ash can’t see what the older one carries, but he can feel her footsteps approach him from behind. “Let’s just finish this before the Master gets impatient.”
Faye gives an exaggerated sigh and begins her work. After putting on the gloves, she applies a dab of the liquid to her finger and spreads it over Ash’s entrance. It’s cold and slimy; Ash’s skin erupts in disgusted goosebumps. Her gloved finger just barely dips inside of him, swirling the substance along his walls before popping out. He tries to catch his breath, but before he can, the other woman swiftly slips a thin tube into him.
Instinctively, without thinking, he yelps and bucks his hips away. His body stops short, though—a warm tingle of magic locks his muscles in place, holding him against his will.
“Shh, shh, shh.” Faye’s voice is thick with disappointment. “I really hoped you’d be a good boy and not cause us any trouble. Now we have to do this the hard way.”
The other servant huffs impatiently, then presses a foot down on Ash’s back, as if the magic isn’t enough to hold him still. Faye retrieves several leather belts and hooks from the cabinet, then swiftly binds his legs to one another and to the bench. The chain connecting his wrists is hooked to a ring in the floor, stretching his arms to their limit and pinning his chest close to the ground.
Faye continues to pat his hair and give encouragement, but as she releases the magic hold, he realizes he is truly immobilized. Humiliation burns deep in Ash’s skin. The other servant has barely begun to replace the tube before tears slide down his nose and drip onto the cold stone floor.
“It’s okay, precious,” Faye coos. “Just a few more minutes, and then you’ll feel nice and empty.”
Empty? What does that—?
The urge hits Ash, his trembling only intensified with the spasms threatening his body. Faye continues to chatter to him, attempting to distract him by rubbing his skin with perfumed oils and combing his hair, but he can’t process anything she’s saying. By the time they set him loose of his restraints and guide him to the chamber pot, he hardly takes note of their presence at all. His body is wracked with cramping pain and cold sweat. When his gut is empty and his head finally clears, the shame and embarrassment crash violently back around him.
“There we go,” Faye says as she guides him back to the bath, quickly cleaning any remaining offense before bringing him to the vanity. “The worst part is over! Now Aggie can go on her way, and I can make you even prettier for the Master.”
With a name finally attached to the grizzled face, Aggie gives a half-hearted wave over her shoulder. “Should you need me, Faye: don’t need me. I’ve got a dozen more important things to do than give an enema to the new boytoy.”
“Oh don’t mind her, the old curmudgeon. Now, where to start . . .”
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clownrecess · 10 months
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Hey there! My parents both work(ed) in hospitals, one as a nurse who DID bone scans!
This is gonna be a full rundown, so it's a long message! A summary is at the bottom if you need it.
Content includes hospitals, talking about bones, injection discussion and a mention of urine.
A bone scan is a procedure to look for any abnormal changes in your bone. It has some other names - "radionuclide scan" is a common one.
BEFORE THE SCAN
What the scan itself does is pick up radioactivity, so in order for the camera to be able to properly see your bones, you'll have a 'tracer' injection. This is just a bit of liquid, and it'll probably be injected through your hand into your bloodstream.
The radioactive material from this tracer injection will collect in your bones so that the camera can pick it up. It takes a few hours for the tracer to go around your body, so you'll be at the hospital for a while - bring entertainment! You can eat/drink normally both before the injection, and whilst you're waiting for the tracer to get to your bones - in fact, it's encouraged to drink plenty to help the tracer get round your body. You can also take any medications without it impacting the scan.
The injection itself may hurt, but you won't feel the tracer going round your body at all.
THE SCAN ITSELF
You'll likely be lying down on a bed for it. The bed will then be slid into the camera equipment (or the camera slid over the bed). Below is a photo:
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[Image ID: an older -looking person lying on a hospital bed. Surrounding the bed they're on are two large white cuboid-looking things, connected to a larger grey-white piece of equipment that holds the cuboids in place. A large pipe connects this setup to a TV, which displays the information gathered by the camera. End ID]
The cuboids (3d rectangles) in the above photo are the camera. It's not a camera in the traditional sense - it doesn't take photos like your phone does. Instead, it sends signals through your body that are blocked/absorbed by your bones (due to the tracer), allowing for a scan similar to an X-ray to be produced. This is a completely painless and easy procedure - all you do is sit/lie there!
And then you're done! You did it!
AFTER THE SCAN
The tracer you were injected with will naturally pass without damaging you. It is radioactive, but the amount of radiation is incredibly small and would only be considered potentially harmful if you get a lot of tracer injections in a shorter time frame.
SUMMARY/THINGS TO NOTE:
-You'll be at the hospital for a good 3-4 hours, so prepare accordingly
-The first step is an injection of tracer into your bloodstream, which may hurt during the injection, but not afterwards
-You can eat and drink and take medication as normal. It's usually encouraged to drink more after the tracer injection, to help it get around the body easily.
-Once the tracer has gotten to your bones, you'll have the scan. This involves lying on a bed as a large piece of equipment passes over your body. It's a painless procedure and will probably take around half an hour.
-You should probably go to the bathroom just before the scan to prevent discomfort*
*Extra note: You may potentially be told to use a specific bathroom, as there's a small chance of radiation being in your urine. This varies depending on the hospital though, as it's a very small amount of radiation.
If you have any questions or want things worded differently, feel free to message me!
Thank you ^^ if its okay, I've posted this in case anyone else needs it. If youd prefer I dont post it, I'll delete it ^^ /gen
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Has anyone written about how strange it must be to other cultures when we get embarrassed, ashamed, or disgusted by others touching our bodily fluids (blood and cum usually) without permission or without warning? Like uncomfortable subject I know but also I was thinking about DaveKat as always (since sunday lmfao) and how like theres a clear culture difference between planets and species so what are all the little things we dont even think about? For an example, if an alien accidentally touches the towel you came on just an hour before, would they become just as embarrassed/ashamed/disgusted as the average human would? I’m just like realizing we feel we still own it after its gone from our body but like isnt that a little weird in a way? I guess its the whole This Is Me In The Smallest Possible Way (like atoms) thing that we instinctively have especially with cum cuz ya know technically potential future children even if like they arent even people yet its just instinct. Sorry for discomfort I just really got curious and now we’re here cuz who the hyuck else am I gonna ask?
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aquatays-art · 10 months
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The way that drawing this man in different outfits consumes my brain, I swear.
Just a page of Belos being a cryptic forest creature, based on some sketches I did a few months ago because I was thinking of ‘The VVitch’ at the time (and I like drawing spooky stuff for Belos).
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any59 · 4 months
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I am not normally one for fandom tattoos…
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but sometimes childhood biddy games are an inextricable part of your psyche and so need to be worn on the skin
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coconutcanary · 8 months
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some bday gifts I made for my August birthday friends @sand-in-the-timepiece @solaneceae and @chainsthatbindthisrouletteofmine !!!!!!
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erin-draws-things · 1 month
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Honestly, I might do more of these quick little sketches but for now I did these with some of the babies 🫶💗
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ficklecat · 7 months
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Challenge: morning after fic where gai makes kakashi pancakes and apologizes for not having syrup, but kakashi says they will make their own syrup and rubs gai off until he cums on the pancakes
Ok ok ok OK FIRST OFF waffles > pancakes no I will not be taking any further input on that and SECONDLY I am exhausted and my brain is soupy and I’ve got a good little low grade anxiety buzz going so if this sucks I blame you anon (no I don’t you are salacious and lovely thanks for reaching out 😜🥰)
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Kakashi can’t remember the last time someone’s made him breakfast. He’s still sleepy and mildly cranky when he wakes - nothing out of the norm there for the morning - but when he saunters into the kitchen, he sees Gai cooking and smells cinnamon and honey and hears the soft sizzle of the pan and he is tempted to smile, eventually giving in to that temptation when Gai turns to him and beams, greets him like the sun greets the morning itself. Kakashi waits at the table as he is instructed and enjoys the way Gai's shoulder muscles flex and move beneath his glistening skin as he flips their pancakes with a whimsical precision.
A small stack alongside some fresh fruits is placed before him, and Kakashi looks down with a soft, affectionate sigh.
"You didn't have to do this, you know," he says, but Gai waves him off as he rummages through his cabinets.
"I'm happy to!" he says. "After last night a big breakfast is in order!" Kakashi blushes at that - he is pretty hungry after all that. The thought of it makes his stomach flip but it quickly turns into a growl. He lifts his fork and knife but a distraught sound from Gai gives him pause.
"What is it?" he asks.
"I don't have any syrup!" Gai says it like it's the worst possible thing that could be happening right now, and Kakashi just adores him so much.
"It's fine," he reassures. "Come join me, we don't need it."
"You have to have syrup for pancakes!" Gai exclaims with a pout. "It's just not right..."
"Hmm...we could use honey?" Honey is a bit too sweet for him usually, he prefers it in tea, but he won't mind. His stomach rumbles again.
"Not the same," Gai says with an air of offense. "Maple syrup is paramount to the pancake eating experience."
"Eating the pancakes is paramount to the pancake eating experience," Kakashi says. "I'm hungry, come over here and let's eat."
Gai harrumphs softly and obliges, and Kakashi watches as he plops into his chair. He does look a little disappointed, truthfully, and he can't help but smile fondly at him. Gai likes everything to be just so when he's around his apartment - even though the man isn't the tidiest he makes every effort to show Kakashi that he's thought about his presence here. Pancakes without syrup is hardly an offense, but all the same, he can see that Gai's sparkle is the tiniest bit diminished at not having such a "paramount" component to this special act of love.
Kakashi then has a rather sudden and unexpected image of Gai's body drizzled in syrup as he licked it from between his pectorals and his smile goes from affectionate to devilish.
"Wait," he says just before Gai takes his first bite. "I think we can manage something."
Gai cocks one of his impressive brows and Kakashi returns this with a smirk. Not a moment later, and he's standing behind Gai's chair, his lips are on his neck, and his hands are roaming the dips and curves of his torso. He nips and sucks a bruise onto his skin as his hands trail downwards, fingers wiggling into his sweats before he wraps them around Gai's cock and begins to gently palm him, his other hand moving up to grope at one of his pecs.
"Ah, rival, what are you--?"
"I told you," Kakashi purrs in his ear. "I'm hungry."
"You..."
Kakashi nibbles his earlobe and delivers a soft pinch to his nipple and Gai gasps, gripping the edge of the table. Kakashi smiles and trails his tongue along the shell of his ear as he tugs Gai's erection from his pants, stroking and squeezing just the way he knows he likes it.
"Kakashi..." Gai breathes, tipping his head back. Kakashi takes the moment to admire Gai's physique (he takes any moment he can get to do this) - his muscular torso, the expanse of his jugular exposed to him like an offering, the swell of his chest, the formidable erection in his hand that makes his mouth water. He strokes a bit faster as he flicks his nipple again and takes a handful of the muscle in his palm, groaning softly against his throat as he peppers it with kisses and love bites.
"God I love your tits," Kakashi mumbles playfully. Gai huffs and nudges him with an elbow.
"Stop calling them that," he says with a smile. "You are filthy my rival."
"You don't know the half of it," Kakashi makes his point when he lifts his hand off briefly to lick a wet stripe along his palm and fingers before stroking once more, the slickness adding a delectable slide that makes Gai moan and Kakashi chuckle darkly.
A few more minutes and Gai is panting raggedly now, shivering beneath Kakashi's touches and murmured words of filth in his ear. It won't be long now, and Kakashi eyes the plate in front of Gai, in proximity to his swelling erection. He angles a bit, just a bit, and grazes his teeth along his shoulder as he strokes quickly now, purposefully, swiping the bead of precum from Gai's tip to aid the friction. Gai groans and grits his teeth, then gasps as he twists and squeezes gently at his head before sliding down again
"Go on," Kakashi coaxes in his ear, and he sees the goosebumps rise across his skin. He smiles. "Go on love, give it to me."
"Hah-ah--....Kakashi--I-I--I'm--!!"
Kakashi moves to sink his teeth into Gai's shoulder and it's the final touch. Gai growls into an orgasm, throwing his head back and eyes closed tightly. Kakashi strokes him through it, watching hungrily as he releases hot ropes of cum onto the table and plate in front of them. Kakashi feels a blush warm the tips of his ears and he smirks despite himself - he's got some pretty decent aim, even without the Sharingan.
He slides his now very sticky hand off of Gai's length with a slight flourish that makes Gai shiver, and when the man finally comes to, he huffs a breathless laugh.
"You are filthy," he says. Kakashi wipes his hand and cocks his head as he looks down - the pancakes in front of Gai are absolutely not going to be very edible (with any sort of dignity, anyway) but he'll admit to them looking pretty tasty anyway.
"Syrup problem solved," he quips with a peck to the top of Gai's head. "You were right. Paramount indeed."
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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year
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could we please have some emeto prompts where caretaker comforts whumpee? its the hot trendy prompt, everyone is doing it!! jump on the trend pal! -🎤🎩 Dapper Mic Anon
Ohhh, like the emetophobia!
For a moment I was wondering "...who on Earth is Emeto?"
Emeto comfort prompts!
But kinda ANGST at the same time. I'm sorry, apparently every comfort prompt I try to write turns out to be angsty. But I tried my best.
(Cw: Sickfic around vomiting. So bodily fluids. Also attemted murder, poison, internal injuires, revenge, forced medicine, morally gray caretaker)
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Whumpee suddenly vomits, and doesn't even have time to grab any bag, so they stain the sheets. And is soo... soo ashamed that Caretaker sees them like that. But instead of disgust or irritation, Caretaker is so relieved and happy. Because that means Whumpee's body is fighting with the sickness and they will get better soon.
Caretaker treats sick Whumpee. (kind of field medicine doctor?) As soon as they enter the room they decide it needs to be aired, because the smell of puke must be unbereable for the patient. But there's deadly cold outside and all patient beds are already occupied. So Caretaker gently picks Whumpee up and carries them in their arms. Maybe Whumpee vomits with blood and stains Caretaker's apron red. Caretaker lies Whumpee down in Caretaker's own room. (W:) "I'm sorry..." (C:) "It happens. That's what the apron is for after all"
A beggar Whumpee is endlessly grateful for getting a whole loaf of bread from some generous stranger. Until their stomach starts horribly hurting. While they vomit, their gullet burns like fire. And then they see there's blood and pieces of sharp glass in the fluid. Other starnger find them like that, takes them inside their house and treats the internal wounds as well as they can. "How did the first stranger look like? Describe them to me," asks stranger Caretaker. Whumpee does. Caretaker silently leaves the house and comes back some hours later. When asked where they were, Caretaker replies with a mysterious smile, "I just fed someone with their own recipe"
Whumpee got poisoned, so Caretake has to force the vomiting-provoking medicine into them. It's heartbreaking to see Whumpee so pale, wet from the tears, saliva and sweat. So exhausted. They can't even sleep. They vomit the whole night. Caretaker just sits there and holds the bucket for them, sometimes pushes Whumpee's hair from their forehead. (W:) "Please, make it stop already" (C:) "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Whumpee, but I can't until you clean your stomach" Whumpee cries in helplessness. Caretaker hugs them tight. "It will be over soon. I promise"
(C:) "Whumpee. I work as a tanatopraktor for almost five years. Do you really think the pukes are the worst thing I had all over me?" (W:) "....Will you tell me what was the worst?" (C:) "Will you puke again if I tell you?" (W:) "...Probably" (C:) "Then I'll leave it to your imagination"
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Thank you so much for the ask, Dapper Mic Anon!
I had no idea that's the trend now! Thank you for letting me know! Maybe I should make research in community more often...?
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