#Belch deserves love.

[misszura]

Belch Huggins

I don’t know, here is a kindergarten Belch story, enjoy.

Reginald Huggins has always been nice.

Deeply and sincerely kind.

As a child, he was polite, he helped his mom, he shared his toys in kindergarten and never fought. His teachers described him as calm and quiet, and they all had fond memories of him, although they would surely have been surprised at what he had become once in high school.

All except George Ellis.

George Ellis was a substitute kindergarten teacher in 1977, when Reginald was 6, and he was terrified of this child. So terrified that he ended up quitting teaching and becoming a florist.

But don’t get me wrong. Reginald had been perfectly polite to him. He had welcomed him, in a shy voice, before returning to play. George had seen him share his toys, and even though he was a little aloof, the other children liked him.

George had immediately noticed that the boy was taller and wider than the others, not fat, just bigger. As if the other kids were further away when they were next to him, but he also noticed that he wasn't using his superior strength to get what he wanted.

He had witnessed cordial exchanges between the child and the other students in his class, he had seen Reginald accept refusals in a moderate way without throwing any tantrum, a common thing for a five-year-old or so child, and if it wasn’t for that famous event of February 1977, George Ellis would have told you that Reginald was an angel.

In January 1977, a Lilian Griffith had entered the kindergarten class for which George was responsible during his colleague's maternity leave.

George had never believed there were bullies in kindergarten. For him, bullies were born with adolescence and the insecurities that this period of life created.

As a gay man -without being out he had a behavior that disturbed the others- he had been bullied by several bullies during his adolescence, and they had always had the same profile: boys, often middle class and always badly in their skin.

That's why he refused to believe it when Lilian Griffith entered the classroom. This almost five-year-old little girl didn't look like a troublemaker. A petite blonde, with a big, innocent smile.

“Now that I mention it,” he said when he told the story one night in a bar, “Lilian Griffith, if you merge him, it makes Lilith, like that demon. It must have been an omen…” he then finished his pint and ordered another.

It had started slowly. At first she had begun by laying down her law. Rallying the children to his side by promising them things. Then she had decided that it was necessary to put aside those who did not want to be on her side. Finally, as soon as a child upset her, she hit him. Sometimes she hit them for no reason. George had watched her without knowing what to do, he had seen Lilian kicking little Rony Gibson, who hadn't asked for anything. He had seen Lilian create a dictatorship in kindergarten, until it all ended.

You could wonder what is the link between the little dictator Lilian and the terror inspired by Reginald, called Belch nowday, Huggins to George Ellis.

Reginald never sided with Lilian, he never left anyone out, and the other students refused to be mean to him. That's why she started picking on him. George was afraid that if Reginald retaliated to the blows the little one gave him, she would end up hurting herself. Lilian snatched the toys from Reginald's hands, but he simply replied "yes, we must share" and went to take other toys. When she kicked him, he simply moved away a little further. One day she took his favorite red truck and broke it. Reginald just picked up the pieces saying his daddy could fix it. George was impressed with Reginald's reaction and thought a lot of people should take a cue from him.

Over time, Lilian had created a real army and no one knew how to fix the problem. She acted behind adults' backs and always denied the facts, she took revenge on children who reported what she was doing and often attacked children who did nothing wrong. She terrorized kindergarten. She was a real bully.

One day, while supervising recess and watching the children have fun sharing the pedal cars available to them, George witnessed a terrifying scene. He noticed the young -little would have been incorrect- boy, sitting at the wheel of one of the cars, pedaling as fast as possible. George didn't think one of those toys could go that fast. He watched, helpless, as the car passed in front of him and violently crashed into Lilian, crushing the little girl against the wall of the courtyard. George was certain that if he had been closer that day, he would have heard the girl's bones shatter on impact. He rushed over to her and waited for what seemed like hours before he finally saw her take a deep breath. The children were guided inside and an ambulance was called.

When George finally got the chance to do it, he asked Reginald what made him do it.

“I solved the school problem. »

That's all the boy answered. Not a trace of fear or remorse in his eyes, still his calm expression. He had seen a problem and fixed it before returning to play with his comrades. George had been forced to see that the school was much better off without this girl, but he knew he could never forget the blank stare of the boy who had "just fixed the problem". A blank stare after an attempted murder.

Reginald Huggins was an angel. He had his own way of solving problems.

Later, five or six years later, he had tried to fix the school problem again by becoming friends with the college terror.

[lex-crow]

Blurb that I probably won’t finish

For context Spitelout was on a mission with a large group, didn’t fallow hiccups orders and got Gobber severely hurt. Hiccup who has spent weeks setting up this mission overtired and is now freaking out about Gobber. breaks Spitelout’s nose along with a long winded ‘never do that again or I will make you wish for death.’ In front of everyone pretty much.

Hiccup stands from the bedside looking his father in the eyes, “is that an order, cheff?”voice almost painfully calm.

“Well no. Son-“ hiccup is not in the mood for the lecture in his dad’s voice.

“Get out. I know ‘he’s high in the village you can’t do things like this’” mimicking his dad “but,” looking to Gobber “I don’t care, he was pretty much all I had for so long, too long. Not you, you could barely look at me then, Gobber was there treating me like his own when all you could do was look at me and see a ghost. Spitelout almost got him killed and I’m not sorry, and I don’t want to hear anything more about it until Gobber gets up.”

“Hiccup-“ That hurt, it was true, things are better now then they were; the resentment remained. Stoic was getting better, was trying but it didn’t change the past. Didn’t erase years of hurt and abandonment.

“I can’t do this right now. Yell at me tomorrow, I just want to stay here.”

Probably shit, but, getting it out so maybe I can do literally anything but think about it.

[ambrossart]

hiii again im the anon that sent the ask about advice when writing a bowers gang centered story. its belch centered because i really love him to death !! ofc there are side pairings but i want belch to be end game.

i also immediately went oof when you said avoid the new kid trope. i definitely feel face first into it lol but your advice will really help me going forward. i also have been diving deep into the book and doing endless amounts of research dont we love hyperfixating? im truly not sure if i want to involve it yet but only time will tell !! and hopefully you'll read it someday 🥺

here's a moodboard i made for the future 'sun kissed'

OMG I LOVE THIS!!! You’re doing a great service to the entire fandom.

And, you know what, if you really want to go the New Kid route, you totally can! I would just try to steer clear of the common cliches: MC meets/befriends a member of the Loser’s club on the first day (it’s usually Richie or Bev); MC has a creepy/pervy run-in with Patrick Hockstetter; Henry’s an aggressive asshole; blah, blah, blah.

I understand new kids often draw attention to themselves, but having the MC encounter every major character on the first day of school is a bit far-fetched.

At the end of the day, this is your story, so if you can come up with a fresh take on the New Kid trope, then by all means go for it!

I can already tell you care a lot, so I’m sure you’ll be fine whatever direction you go.

Good luck! ❤���

(and btw your moodboard is adorable. I wish I had your skills)

[henza-hex]

My Husband's Secret 3

Leo's POV (the husband)

We've been years together and only now I discovered Edward's fetish, it feels weird sometimes, but I'm getting used to.

The funny thing is that I've always been gassy, won all of the burping contests in school, cleared many rooms after mexican food, but I wasn't going all that gas ruin my marriage, I just didn't know that it would ignite it even more.

And there he was, sleeping as I had to get up for work... I want me some some quick breakfast without having any effort, so let's change that.

I always wake up with the gas that has been brewing all night, so I covered his head under the blanket and leaned to the side, just for him to wake up to the sight of my ass greeting him... and now... HNNGG...

Edward's POV

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBPBPBPBPBBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

." I say, slaI'm woken up by a LOUD bang, followed by a nasty gust of wind on my face, as I open my eyes, I'm greet by two massive cheeks in front of me, as I'm surrounded by this stinky cloud of gas.

I pinched myself, am I dreaming?

*COUGH* *COUGH*

"Wakey, were you going to sleep all day?" I heard him asking above me.

I take the blanket off, and he is laughing, greeting me with a shit-eating grin. Of course, that was fucking hot, but I slapped him for good measure.

"Hahaha what? Didn't you like that?" He continues to laugh, not taking me seriously.

I lay my head on his chest and answer. "Of course, you silly, but you deserved that. Just... I waited so long for this, I think I don't know how to react seeing you being so comfortable with it, even cheeky." I say, slapping him again.

"Ouch, did I deserve that too?" He asks, meeting me with some puppy eyes.

"Yes." I get up. "And some breakfast too, get ready, I'll call when it's finished."

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After the table is ready, I called him downstairs for breakfast. Of course he is wearing his suit and is looking extra hot in it. Those grey trousers should be forbidden, nothing should hug my man's curves better than me, but they do.

As we sat, I didn't talk much because I couldn't stop thinking about all of this situation, I finally got what I wanted, what now? Fortunately my thought were interrupted by belly pats and a loud belch.

BUUUUUURPPP

"Delicious, baby, I'm gonna wake you up all mornings for that."

That helped me to dissociate a little, and kissed his cheek. "With that way earlier, you can wake me up at morning even on weekends."

He pulled me close and made me sit on his lap. "So... let me put dutch-ovens on my daily routine."

"What about burp-kisses too?" I felt ridiculous asking for that, but he simply grabbed the back of my head to pull me into a kiss, opening his mouth intertwined with mine, as he...

OOOOOooooooOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPPPP...

"Haha, damn, that was deep." He joked as I gagged on the smell, things are escalating quickly. "But now I have to go, baby. Come here again, now for a real kiss." He kissed me on the lips, ready to go, but I held his hand.

"Baby, before you go. I have something to talk about."

"Yes?"

"You know I had these... preferences for a long time, right? And before you discovered about it, I had to come out of my way to fulfill my fantasies without you, but... now, you're my fantasy."

"To deep before 10 AM, love. What do you mean?"

I had to laugh, my made me to have courage to do it.

"Hm... I mean, I fantasized about you, you know those stories I used to read? You were always the main character in my head..."

Impressingly, no laughs this time. I couldn't read his thoughts this time. Too far?

"Interesting... but I have to go now." He kissed me deeply, and went to the door.

"Til later... baby... HNNGG..."

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTT

Of course he had to tease me a last time before work.

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Leo's POV

Marrying Edward is wild, everytime he comes up with something. Gassy and teasing coworker right now, how I'm gonna make that work?

"You're so quiet today, Leo. What's up?" asked Damian, he is pretty much my best bud here, one of those BIG bodybuilder guys, tattoos, hairy, can't find many suits that actually fit his size, although, always boisterous and energic, one of the best companies in this dead office. He recently married and I was his best man. He and Alex make a great couple.

"Nothing, just some worries at home. You?"

"Ahh, don't even get me started on home. We moved together, and I'm trying to convince Alex to experiment new things with me, you know? We gotta work so we don't fall into boredom like most of the couples."

Was not expecting such a straight-foward answer but I'm... happy that there are no secrets between us? Well...

"Yes... boredom... Edward is never boring, the opposite of that, pretty wild." I didn't know what to say, those wild kinks never fit into a lunch conversation.

"Hahaha he is just like me then! I'm the one pushing Alex for new things, contracts, BDSM... even one of my secret kinks." he leaned close to whisper. "Eproctophilia."

"W-what is that?" I think I was sweating, is everybody freaky nowadays?

"You know, burping and farting... always got a thing for that. Alex acts grossed out but I think deep down he enjoys it. I just wanted to share my gas, making him sniff my farts, burp down on his throat... a distant dream" Damian finished his line of thought and we might be able to help each other.

"Uhm... Edward got this thing too, but he likes my gas instead..."

Damian boasted in a big laugh. "YOU? AND YOU DO THAT FOR HIM? How could I imagine?? HAHAHAHAHA"

"Don't laugh, I'm serious... and now he wants to roleplay..."

"ROLEPLAY? Gosh, you got a freaky fella in your house, I wish Alex was like that."

"Well... I can give you some tips to discover if he's into that, and you help me with what I can do for Edward..."

"Deal."

[thesuperheroeater]

Happy Birthday Sebastian!!

(A quick little something for Sebby's Birthday❤️)

"Happy birthday, Sebastian!" Chris's voice echoed through the apartment, the excitement palpable as he answered the door. Sebastian stepped inside, a tentative smile playing on his lips as he took in the meticulously arranged living room. Balloons floated lazily in the air, their strings dancing in the faint breeze that slipped through the open windows. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint aroma of something more substantial—a surprise dinner, no doubt.

Chris led him to the couch, a platter of snacks already laid out before the large, flat-screen TV. "Make yourself at home," he said, gesturing grandly. Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his friend's eager expression, his eyes gleaming with the promise of a night filled with laughter and nostalgia.

As the evening progressed, the duo dived into a marathon of their favorite comedies, their laughter bouncing off the walls like a pinball machine in overdrive. The air grew thick with the warmth of their camaraderie, the only interruptions being the occasional sip of beer and a brief silence to munch on the snacks. The atmosphere was so light and carefree that it was easy to forget the outside world.

Then, a sudden gurgle from Sebastian's stomach interrupted the flow of laughter. It grew louder, more insistent, until it was impossible to ignore. Chris glanced over, his smile fading as he realized the source of the sound. 

"I guess that means it's cake time." Chris says as he gets up from the couch; "You'll see you'll love it, it's from a patissier not too far away. These are the best pastries I've ever had!" Chris says with pride. 

"Well… actually, I would’ve liked another ‘type’ of dessert..." Sebastian says as he pats his belly with a mischievous smile, causing Chris to look at him curiously. 

Without a word, Sebastian's eyes grew wide, and before Chris could react, his friend leaned over and engulfed his head in a swift motion. The world went dark and silent as Chris felt himself being swallowed whole.

Seb moans at the taste of Chris's muscular body as it slides between his lips, eager to taste the remains of this divine body. In no time at all, Seb swallows Chris's large feet and finally closes his mouth, running his tongue between each toe before swallowing them whole. 

Panic set in as he tried to push against the walls of Sebastian's stomach, his cries for help muffled by the layers of flesh that surrounded him. Sebastian's digestive acids began to work their way through his skin, a burning sensation that grew more intense by the second. The walls of his stomach tightened around him, and Chris could feel his body being broken down, his very essence absorbed into the man that had once been his friend.

The movie played on, the soundtrack a bizarre backdrop to the horror unfolding on the couch. Sebastian's stomach undulated, each movement a cruel reminder of Chris's fate. His muffled pleas grew weaker until they were nothing more than faint whispers against the fabric of Sebastian's gut. The pain grew unbearable, his mind racing with thoughts of regret and confusion.

Finally, the film ended, and the room was plunged into silence. "Damn, Chris! I've been dreaming of doing this for years. It's even better than I imagined. Sorry man, but you didn't have to be so handsome and endearing. It's kind of your fault, actually. All those times you revealed your divine body. A whore like you only got what he deserved..." Sebastian Stan said with pride at having accomplished such a feat, patting his belly to let out a huge belch. 

Watching his belly shrink and his abs recover, Sebastian feels little regret. Chris was a nice guy, but hey, at least he made a delicious birthday cake, Sebastian says to himself, shrugging his shoulders. "Anyway, that's not all, but I'm still hungry. You said you'd bought me a cake, right? Time to see if it's as delicious as you claim." With these words Sebastian stands up, stretches and heads for the fridge to feast on the cake, his stomach giving a satisfied gurgle. Already forgetting about the huge man it just turned into mush and looking forward to its next meal.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bad Reputation 1

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

“I can’t tell you how much I need this,” Maria sighs as you put down the cocktail before her.

“Yeah, me too,” you sit back and twirl the straw in your drink.

“You sure about this place?” She looks around as she lifts the glass filled to the brim with a pink and purple ombre, topped with a wedge of bright lime. “Seems a bit young for us.”

“Uh, well, Google Maps isn’t exactly intuitive, I guess. You said drinks and I didn’t think you’d wanna go down to some dive.”

“Mm, yeah, I might run into my husband,” she scoffs, setting down her drink and rubbing her temples, “I can’t explain to you how intense it’s been. I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

“Sounds like he wants to be your father, not your husband,” you roll your eyes.

“No, no ‘I told you so’s’,” she crosses her arms, “because I know. You were right. He’s controlling. I just… I didn’t think he’d get this bad.”

You nod. You don’t want to be right. You care for your friend. You want her to be okay.

“Where does he think you are right now?”

“With the kids,” she says guiltily, “I told him I was taking them to my parents’ place. Which I did, he just thinks I’m there too.”

“Jeez,” you rub your chin, “so, what do you think? Talking to a therapist or a lawyer?”

She looks at you, a dire spark in her eyes, “I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out. Either one is going to be like pulling teeth.”

“Yeah, I can only imagine.”

“God, I wish I was you,” she lifts her glass again, “single, childfree, alive.”

“Oh, Mar, don’t say that. You just need to get through this. And you can. The both of you just need to figure it out. You need to adjust. You never did, really. He kept on doing the same things, meanwhile you gave up everything to be with the kids. You deserve to get some of you back.”

“Please,” she wiggles her nose, “you know I get weepy when I drink.”

“And look at me getting sentimental,” you chuckle, “alright, that’s it.” You pick up your cocktail and chug it, trickling a little down the corner of your mouth. You wipe away the excess and slam the glass down, “you’re going to finish that. Then we’re going to get another and we’re going to dance.”

“Dance? College ended a long time ago–”

“We’re still wild, Mar, you’ll see. Down it and lets do a double to get in the mood. I’m not letting you go until your leaning.”

She huffs and shakes her head, hovering her drink before her lips, “you really are a bad influence.”

“Oh, you can be sure to tell Frank he was right about me,” you wink.

🎶

You come out onto the pavement as the buzzing of the music sticks in your ears. You made it to last call but Maria is barely holding on as she clings to your shoulder. You giggle and search for a cab among the rabble of clubbers dispersing in pairs and larger groups. 

You see the Golden Arches just behind the row of buildings across the street, “how about some Mickey D’s, huh? Suck up some of that vodka?”

“No, I gotta get home,” she babbles into a belch.

“You know you want a McChicken? Oh, how about nuggets? You know the sweet and sour sauce is your fave.”

“Stop!” She nearly shouts in your ear.

“I’m not going home till I have a juicy Big Mac in these paws,” you drag her down the sidewalk.

“Ugh, I can’t believe it’s after two,” she manages to bobble beside you, swaying slightly as she keeps a hold of your arm, “I’m a mother! My kids–”

“Are well taken care of,” you assure her, “this is girls’ night and it’s not over yet.”

You turn the corner, a few others ahead of you seem to have the same destination in sight. In the back of your mind, you know you’ll regret it in the morning but right now, your mouth is watering for over processed meat and cheese. Maria hiccups and hums.

“I’m gonna feel like shit,” she voices your inner monologue.

“We can feel like shit together,” you laugh, “just like college–”

Suddenly she slips away from you. At first you think she tripped but then you see the shadow dragging her back down the pavement. You know that gait, that lumbering rhythm, shoulders squared, nostrils puffing like a bull. Really? That jackass.

“Frank,” you shuffle to catch Maria’s other arm as she stumbles senselessly behind him, whimpering, “let her go.”

“Let my wife go,” he marches but you cling to Maria, drawing him back, “stay out of my marriage.”

“This isn’t about you, we’re having fun–”

“You need to grow up,” he keeps one hand on Maria as he rears on you, wagging his thick finger in your face, “mind your fucking business and stay away from my goddamn wife.”

“She’s an adult. She can do what she wants–”

“I know your bullshit. You get her all worked up then talk her into your dumb shit. Because you can’t hold onto a man of your own–”

“Pfft, whatever, I don’t need some asshole like you, Frank Castle–”

You stagger back as his fist cracks across your cheek. You taste blood as you fall backwards onto your ass, crying out at the pain that zips through your hip, ankle thrumming as you manage to unhook your heel from a crack in the sidewalk. You whine and cradle your head.

“Oh my god, are you o–” Maria reaches for you, hanging from Frank’s grasp.

“Come on. Home,” he snarls and jerks her away, “where you belong.”

“Hey,” you get to your knees, head swirling as you try to plant a foot.

“You follow me and I’ll leave you in the gutter,” he stops and points at you again, “fucking trash.”

You spit out blood into your hand, frozen in fear and dizziness. You can barely believe he hit you. He really hit you. You just hope he doesn’t do worse to Maria.

[sterekchub]

Any more plans for Chris/Derek? Or sheriff stilinski/Derek. He deserves to be doted on and properly fed by beacon hills certified dilfs

YES! Chris/Derek I have some...darker manipulative feedings fic ideas than Sheriff/Derek which is totally more wholesome. Chris going from hunting werewolves to spending his retirement looking into subduing them. Derek makes it so easy. Doesn't put up a fight when Chris propose the idea - or maybe Derek is so desperate to make amends to Chris, so eager for someone to show him genuine affection, that he goes along with it. And it becomes their regular thing. Derek getting fed and fucked. Chris has a journal on how many calories it takes to overwhelm a werewolf's metabolism. Strains of wolfsbane that can make wolves more compliant. Increase their hunger. How much food they can eat as their stomach's stretch and heal and their capacity grows and grow, stretchmarks appearing and disappearing over night. (Derek sprawled on the ground, surrounded by empty take out containers and kegs of beer, belly so inflated with food it covers his knees, helplessly belching and groaning and rubbing as much of his gut as he can reach, while Chris jots down notes and goes to get more food). He takes Derek to hunter conventions, shows Derek off as his partner and his prized wolf. Derek is always waddling a step behind him, hefty belly wobbling a bit with each step, thighs rubbing together, ass threatening to split open his jeans. It shocks people when they realize he's a werewolf. The fearsome predator who only uses his fangs to rip through steaks and is far, far too full to run after away lately. Chris has found the perfect methods to turn a supernatural powerhouse into a spoiled house pet. Derek looks oddly pleased with every comment he gets, as Chris proudly pats Derek's gut and tells his fellow hunters they should join them for dinner - and Derek will give them a real show. ****************

AND on the topic of the Sheriff.... I adore both fat!DILF Sheriff and feeder Sheriff. (Because really I love the premise of 2 fat Stilinski men...). The Sheriff giving Derek a chance and giving him a job as a deputy in the station. But as a newbie? Derek's stuck with all the paperwork and the occasional calls from the regulars screaming about aliens or kids playing too loudly in their backyard. And he unofficially becomes used as the Sheriff's food dump. "Stiles will kill me if he catches me with this, finish these, won't you?" " Mrs. Robinson send a whole gift basket for us stopping that break in... but can't Can't have my deputies failing their fitness exams, why don't you take this?" Derek's so thankful to feel like he's useful and doing something good- he never complains. Tells the Sheriff "Yes, sir" and dutifully does what he's told. Even if that means really spending most of his day snacking over paperwork. And at the end of the day? the Sheriff knows they're both going home to an empty house, so why doesn't Derek keep him company? Beers and pizza on him. And Derek ends up finishing a 12 pack of beer of almost 2 full pizzas...too stuffed to go home, so he gratefully takes the offer to stay over for the night.

And pretty quickly it becomes a routine. (along with the routine of the Sheriff "forgetting" to order a new uniform for Derek to watch him uncomfortably trying to hide the way his belly is showing through the gaps in the buttons and his pants are held together with a rubber band...

[knyontop]

heyyy henry bowers or victor criss x reader? 😸

smut would be nice but no fluff is good too!!

them being toxic possibly? 🙏

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Ofc >:3 ima just do regular toxic hcs >0<

Henry bowers x reader

Ft: Henry bowers, and our amazing, beautiful, handsome, reader.

Tw: violence, toxic relationships, abuse, bullying, controlling behavior.

Henry:

・Henry is not the nicest boy so he has a lot of toxic traits.

・he has anger issues, trust issues, and daddy issues what do you expect?

・Henry doesn’t have a lot of patience so he will snap at you for little things.

・he doesn’t like when you talk back, walk to slow, hang out with people besides him and the gang, he gets jealous easily and will think of everyone as competition.

・fights are often when dating Henry, he will get mad for no exact reason its so frustrating to deal with him but you dont have a choice.

・After fights, Henry will ignore you for however long he feels like its get so bad to the point where you have to beg him to talk to you which is what he wanted all along because he knows you cant survive without him. Your so desperate.

・he will look at you all smug and wait for an apology, “So you wanna apologize?”

・Henry definitely bullys you, to an extent though.

・hes slightly softer on you sense he does have a soft spot for you but hes still Henry bowers.

・sometimes they will get really harsh when hes in a bad mood, after he will feel guilty about it but it will take him a long time to actually apologize for it.

・he says things he doesn’t mean when hes mad but its so hard to tell if hes just in a bad mood or he means it.

・whenever hes beating up some poor kid and you try and stop him, remember when he yelled at Belch? Yeah that will happen to you.

・so you just have to sit there and watch the bowers gang torment the poor kid, if you start crying expect to be mocked by Patrick.

・if you guys get into a really heated argument he might slap you, its on instinct. Sometimes he doesn’t mean to, and sometimes he might feel so bad he will kiss the spot where he slapped you. He’ll bring you close to him and tell you to shut up so he can sleep, if you keep crying it will probably end up in another fight.

・he doesn’t like when you go out to revealed, your body is for him to see and for him to see only going out looking like a whore will lead into a long night in the bedroom.

・Henry does not like when you hang out with boys, if there boys from your family he will let it slide but if your hanging out with some boy he doesn’t know then expect an annoyed Henry.

・sometimes he will just drag you away from whoever your talking to, if you try and protest he’ll snap at you saying he and the boys are the only boys you should hang out with.

・he gets very insecure, he thinks your going to leave just like how his mom did.

・deep down he feels guilty for how he treats you, he knows he doesn’t deserve you his hands are to filthy to hold you.

・but he pushes these feelings down, hes a complicated person but you love him.

・good luck, dear reader.

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Hopefully this is not ooc!! Enjoy :3

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Think we could get some Revali vore

Love that bird

I can do more for him, he’s a great bird.

The R.ito caws as another thick gulp sucks him in up to his waist, his feet already pushing into the gurgling gut below. His wings are useless as he attempts to flap them and get out. "R-R.evali, please, we can talk about this! You don't have to--" Another gulp sucks him in up to his chest, making him yelp before he can finish pleading.

The great Champion of the R.ito was a cocky bird, but it was well deserved given all he's done and his immense skill. That doesn't stop other R.ito from challenging him near daily--races, archery contests, hunting, and sparring are among some of the things that many R.ito believe they can best their Champion at. They're always wrong, and the R.ito currently armpit-deep in R.evali's gullet is starting to realize why exactly no R.ito ever returns from these contests.

Another gulp sucks his head in, leaving the R.ito's vision framed by that drooling beak, only his arms left outside of the deadly maw. "P-Please! Have mercy, R.evali! I don't want to die over a stupid race! Let me go and I'll tell no one of this, I swear! I'll leave the village! You'll never see me again! Please, let me--" A thick gulp muffles whatever else the R.ito was saying, his head momentarily bulging out R.evali's neck as it sinks down. His arms are slurped up and R.evali lets out a soft sigh as he feels the full weight of one of his kind slosh down into his feathered stomach.

He gives it a few pats as the R.ito inside thrashes around, trying to find a way out or perhaps just get more comfortable. A belch escapes the bird, a few stray feathers fluttering from his beak and floating away in the breeze. "You whine far too much," R.evali comments, casually digging a finger into his stomach. "If you had won, you wouldn't be in this position. It's not my fault your only worth is as my food." Ever since he'd become the Champion of the R.ito tribe, R.evali has been getting all kinds of challenges from overconfident R.ito.

It'd been annoying at first, but when one took the loss particularly hard and practically begged R.evali to devour him...well, suddenly he'd become much more willing to take on any challenge coming his way. So long as they take place in more secluded areas, of course. Already, R.evali's gut is bubbling intensely, the R.ito inside really starting to scream. It makes R.evali groan and clutch his stomach, wanting to feel the process take place.

"Thankfully...all of you lesser R.ito have given my body plenty of time to...nnff...practice. So let me show you how superior I really am!" R.evali's stomach begins to reduced in size rapidly, the screaming R.ito being pumped away at incredible speeds. He couldn't even finish yelling before some thick rumbling cuts him off and R.evali belches up all of that leftover air. More feathers float off in the breeze and he licks along his beak with a content sigh.

His hands gently cup over his belly, now just an unassuming beer gut that stuck out a measly inch or two. "And there you are, put in your rightful place. I'd suggest you enjoy it and settle in...but I'll burn you off before day's end. Your type never sticks around for long." R.evali gives his stomach a few careful pats and then takes to the sky to get some real work done. He'd forget all about the poor challenger by the time the next one is sinking down his gullet.

---

R.evali frowns to himself as he soars through the sky. He can’t find anything good to eat and it feels like he’s been hunting for hours. Or maybe that’s just what his incessantly growling stomach is leading him to believe. He’s gone out much farther than usual though, and even then, he’s got nothing. He’s about to give up and fly back home when he spots something.

...oh, no, it’s just L.ink, off doing who-knows-what all by himself. R.evali rolls his eyes and is about to go back but his stomach lets out another needy growl and it makes him pause. L.ink is all alone out here. No one really knows that R.evali has come out this way, either. A smirk begins to pull onto R.evali’s beak as his grumbling stomach wins over and he dives downward instead.

L.ink perks up slightly when he hears something coming. He recognizes the sound as a R.ito flying in and looks up to confirm that it’s just R.evali. He smiles and waves to his companion, but instead of receiving a warm welcome in return, R.evali practically dive bombs towards him. The R.ito lands hard on his feet next to L.ink, making the H.ylian step back in surprise. Before he can even ask about what R.evali wants, the R.ito’s wings flap down hard and sends the two of them up into the air with a strong gust.

L.ink cries out in surprise and flails as he’s suddenly airborne. Without his hang glider, he doesn’t go up very high, but it’s just enough that R.evali gets what he wants. L.ink’s eyes widen as he turns in the air and finds himself staring down into R.evali’s wide-open beak. He braces himself with his arms on instinct but all it does is make his descent even easier.

GLLL-MMPH! With a massive, wet gulp, R.evali sends L.ink plummeting straight down his gullet. Flying up while the H.ylian falls down makes sure that it takes nothing else. R.evali is already in the sky again before L.ink has fully disappeared. The Champion falters just slightly in his flight as he feels his gut slosh and sag down, his delicious hunt curled up tight inside now. But with a wet “BRRRAAAAP!” and a smug slurp of his beak, R.evali’s flight smooths out again.

“I’m so lucky to have found you, L.ink!” R.evali comments, though he’s not entirely sure if his voice can be made out by his catch. “I was just starting to think I’d be ending my hunt empty handed. But thanks to you, the great Champion of the R.ito’s has nothing to worry about!” R.evali smiles smugly as his gut sloshes under him. He can feel L.ink starting to kick and shift inside. “I dare say it’s the greatest help you’ve ever been to me. Be proud of that! Anyone would be.”

By the time R.evali lands at the R.ito village, his gut has shrunken down to a much smaller and rounder size. It sloshes around as he settles and what would have been a very loud belch gets muffled into his wing. He pats his gut gently with the other wing and smirks slightly. “Settle down, L.ink.”

The Champion saunters off, eager to rest and let the last bits of his meal digest. One of the R.ito guards catches his eye as he passes him. “Champion R.evali! Another successful hunt, I take it?”

R.evali rubs along his stomach slightly and pushes on it a bit. His wing sinks in, making his gut bubble and churn loudly. “Mm...one of my better ones, in fact. I don’t think I’ll have another quite like it.”

---

R.evali doesn’t get envious. Envy is for people that don’t have something. R.evali has everything--skill, strength, adoration. There’s nothing for him to be envious of! He does, however, get jealous. Because while he might have something, it’s possible for someone else to come along and take it.

It started with T.eba. He was an up-and-comer among the R.ito. He was faster than most others, a better shot, strong and reliable and a natural leader. Of course, R.evali only considered him second place to the Champion of the R.itos. But then T.eba started to try learning to use R.evali’s Gale. That was a line crossed.

Of course, he did try to learn it from R.evali himself, and spoke with all the humbleness he could muster. But R.evali saw it for what it was--a R.ito that wanted to be top of the pecking order. That wouldn’t stand. R.evali offered T.eba to do some special training, just the two of them, and no one else may know. T.eba agreed enthusiastically, and R.evali could barely contain his smirk.

The next morning, some guards were asking around to see if anyone had seen T.eba recently. Of course, R.evali hadn’t seen him for a while. Not since he went hunting the day before The guards didn’t find the R.ito’s bloated middle suspicious, and they walked off just before a sharp gurgle made R.evali belch up some white feathers. He carefully kicks them off the edge of the walkways and lets the wind carry them off.

Things were fine after that. People murmured about T.eba’s disappearance, but R.evali reassured them all that nothing was wrong and that they still had their Champion to protect them. But a week later...K.ass returned to the village. Everyone was excited for the bard to return. He had new songs to sing and stories to tell. People stopped worrying about T.eba then...they also seemed to lose interest in R.evali. That was a problem. And the Champion’s slightly pudgy belly grumbles out a reminder of how he can handle it.

K.ass left the village as suddenly as he arrived. He’d only been around for two days, and didn’t leave any impression he planned on leaving again. But that’s what everyone had to assume happened when he was simply missing one morning. It just so happened it was also a day that R.evali requested to be left unbothered in his room for a while. A stomachache, apparently. R.evali found out the hard way that accordions don’t agree with his digestive system. Hacking it up over the side of the village eased those troubles eventually.

R.evali’s worries didn’t end there. T.eba and K.ass both going missing wasn’t causing a large panic, but it did get the rumor mill turning. R.evali didn’t mind that at first, but when P.enn suddenly came by to interrogate R.evali on the situation, it caused problems. Especially when the reporter found K.ass’s accordion nearby...and some familiar loose feathers...

R.evali made sure that the cap and goggles he belched up were left farther away from the village this time. The flight to discard them in the river helped him process that annoying reporter as well. He’s getting a lot fatter, though. Three R.ito are clearly a bit hard on one’s waistline. Well, R.evali thinks, it was their fault for being such nuisances. He won’t get any bigger if he doesn’t have any more problems...but he won’t stop it from happening if he does. He feels like some of the guards have been noticing his weight gain. Might need to pay them a visit during dinner...

[the-cannibal]

Could you do more bowers gang I rlly liked ur Henry one.

Oh for sure! I absolutely love writing for these chaotic boys! I accidentally hit post before I wrote anything, oops! Anyway I hope you like what I came up with, I did gender neutral reader since you didn't specify what you want and I went with poly bowers gang. Hope that's alright!

Poly! Bowers gang X Reader that isn't afraid to put them in their place

Gender neutral reader - they/them and you is used

The gang was physically attracted to you the moment they laid eyes on you. You on the other hand were not attracted to any of them. At least not at first. You knew of the Bowers gang. Everyone did. They were rude, mean, assaulted children because they could, at times were really disgusting, and so many much more... But you caught their attention, lucky you... Patrick Hockstetter whistled at you, making the other three boys snicker. "Hey there, gorgeous, why don't you come with us for a ride?" You walked past them, ignoring them. "Hey!" Patrick shouted at you. "I'm talkin' to you!" "Oh I'm sorry," You stopped in your tracks, still not looking back at them. "I didn't realize it was me you were speaking to. I thought you were whistling for your dogs. But I see all three are already with you." And you continued walking. Henry was pissed off. How dare they speak to them like that?! Patrick was intrigued. No one had ever dared to stand up to him before. Vic and Belch on the other hand were confused, but also some what curious. The boys all decided that they needed to meet you properly, not just stare at you from afar. When they showed up to your house one day and let themselves in you were not amused. You chewed them out for how rude they were, and surprisingly they were silent... That was a first... Then you got to know them each, and became friends, and soon more than that. Now here you were dating all four boys you originally wanted nothing to do with. But that didn't change anything about you. You still put the boys all in their places when needed. "Henry can you please help me with the dishes?" You called out for him. Henry snorted, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "I think you can handle it just fine." You dropped the plate you were cleaning into the sink with a splash, a made quick harsh strides towards Henry, gripping him by the shirt collar and pulling him down to your level. "Now you listen here and you listen good. I will not tolerate that attitude. Ever. Now you help me with these damn dishes or I swear I will have Belch make you walk in the rain for a damn month." Henry shut up right away, helping you with the dishes without any complaints. To be honest, you kind of scared him sometimes.... Patrick on the other hand loved to mess with you. He loved that you had the confidence and bravery to stand up against him. He found it hot to say the least. "Patrick knock that shit off!" You shouted at him. Patrick snickered as he continued to hit you in the back of the head with a small bouncy ball. "I mean it, Patrick..." You mumbled, glaring at him. And before Patrick could hit you again, you whipped around, catching the ball and throwing it over the edge into the quarry water. "I told you to stop. Now if you'll excuse me I'm all hot and bothered so I think I'm going to go take care of that," you turned and looked at Patrick with a mischievous grin. "By myself." That whipped his smirk clean off his face. He loved it when you stood up against him. But hated it when you pulled that card out on him. Now Vic and Belch were different from the other two. They really didn't get on your nerves that much. At least, not personally. They didn't try and not help you like Henry, or hit you with a dumb ball like Patrick. But they did put themselves down. Which got on your nerves the most. "I mean... I just think they deserve better. You know?" Vic said to Belch. "Yeah I think so too. Maybe it would be better if we broke up with them so they could be with Pat and Hen..." "OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T!" The two suddenly heard you screech as you rushed towards them, covering their faces in kisses. "You. Two. Are. Amazing." You said between kisses. "If I hear you say anything like that ever again I will kill you and then bring you back to life and kill you again. Do you understand me?" "Yes!" Oh how they loved when you would assure them, especially when kissing was involved.

[hedonists-den]

⚠️ VORE POST ⚠️

Yandere preds have taken over my thoughts lately. Particularly the idea of them being a possessive roommate.

You get along with them nicely. They're good about staying tidy, they keep up with their portion of rent, they're just a great roommate in general! And what's more, you actually consider them a good friend. They're fun, easy to hang with, and they're supportive.

Although you have noticed that they get a little shut off around your partner...it sucks because you'd really like them to get along! When you ask, your roommate assures you they have no problems with your partner, but you're not convinced. Being the peacekeeper and mediator that you are, you convince both of them to hang out with each other, have some drinks, and find some common ground.

You're out running some weekend errands and just killing some time while your roommate and your partner hang out back at your place. You don't plan on staying out all too late, just in case they aren't really getting along. You'd go back, help diffuse any tension, and simply call this a failed experiment, right?

It's about sundown when you pull in to the driveway, gather your things, and walk up to the front door. Locked...odd... You unlock the door and step in. "Hello..?" You call out both of their names. You hear a sudden clatter down the hall accompanied by some strange noises. You set down your things and go to investigate, only to be left paralyzed with shock as you look into your roommate's bedroom.

Your roommate, pinned to the floor on all fours by a massive, writhing gut, gulps loudly and pushes a pair of hands into their mouth and down their throat. The bulge travels down their body and disappears into their belly, which is taut and vaguely human shaped. Panting, they look up at you, eyes wide and clearly not expecting to see you standing in the doorway.

"...hey...I-" they say nervously, just in time for you to pass out.

You slowly come to, a heavy weight moving on your torso and sounds of muffled whimpering mixed with disgusting squelching noises. You open your eyes and see your roommate sitting on top of you. Their fleshy mound of a belly squirms on top of you.

"Shh, shh...it's okay~" they tell you, noticing the instant panic on your face. "Everything is perfect now. It's just you and me~"

You struggle beneath them, pushing on their gut to try to get away, only to be met with yelps from inside. There's no way...

"I know... I have some explaining to do. But can't we just enjoy this moment? There's no more third wheel to get between us~" Your roommate belches, causing a vibrating rumble through their body and yours. "Well, not for long anyways. Once I digest them~"

It's all dawning on you. Your roommate ate your partner... "H-How...why..?" You barely manage to say in a strained voice.

"Oh come on, you were never going to have anything special with them. Not like you have with me. They'd end up breaking your heart or something, so I just wanted to save you that pain! Now you don't have to worry and we can be like we used to before they came along." They lean forward, squashing you and your poor, helpless partner even more. "And I know how much you love extra cushion. Just imagine how much pudgier I'll be when my body is done with them~ I'd let you admire and touch it all you want, you know. You deserve it."

A deep, gut-wrenching gurgle comes from the depths of their stomach, and you feel the last, weakened struggles of your partner.

"Whoops...guess they couldn't hold out anymore. Skinny little thing..." They roll their eyes. "They really didn't deserve you. They weren't nearly good enough for someone as amazing as you~ Now, could you do me a favor and rub my belly? The sooner I churn them, the sooner I can start getting fatter for you~"

[univemma]

I have my problems with the hidden world, like many others. And i just want to gather all my thoughts in one place here because i feel like many agree that the ending itself isnt the problem, but how they did it. For me, personally, they ruined it with the reactions to the dragons leaving. Specifically, the reactions of the dragons.

First, we have Meatlug, who in the past has been shown thay merely HEARING FISHLEGS' VOICE causes her to become overwhelmed with excitement. (RTTE S2E9)

And yet here, she looks like this:

Like?? Not even a frown when she's leaving Fishlegs, who is clearly her favourite person in the world (literally watch ANY HTTYD media and this is made abundantly clear).

Moving on, we have Barf and Belch. Now it can be said that the twins and their dragon don't really have as many emotional dragon-rider moments as the others, but it is still clear that Barf and Belch love their riders. Except here:

The twins look DEVASTATED, meanwhile they (sorry belch is cropped here I couldnt get a ss with both in it) hardly look sad. Barf at least looks a little upset but still, its borderline.

And moving on, to perhaps what angers me the most, Snotlout & Hookfang. These two are easily my fav dragon-rider duo/team, and for many reasons.

Very quickly, allow me to take you back to RTTE S1E13, in which Hookfang goes out of his way to protect "Girl-Hookfang" and her eggs from a Titanwing Monsterous Nightmare when she sends out what Hiccup describes as a "distress signal".

When Snotlout tells Hookfang to choose between him and the dragon, he ultimately chooses defending her. But at the prospect of leaving Snotlout, he looks LIKE THIS:

He looked MISERABLE and even made sad little dragon noises (idk how to describe them im sorry). So,

TELL ME WHY

IN THE HIDDEN WORLD

HE LOOKS LIKE THIS

SNOTLOUT LOOKS LIKE HES LISTENED TO AN ENTIRE MITSKI ALBUM, BROS FUCKING SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP.

And Hookfang hardly even looks at him, just kinda gives him a sideways glance. Like

HELLO???! And ONE OF THESE had a lower budget as a TV show AND a lower quality model (which, unrelated, ive seen some people really dislike but I think the show models are great!)

The only one to act somewhat appropriately is Toothless, who warbles and makes his little dragon noises at Hiccup, almost talking with him, they have their big heartfelt moment and their cute hug before he leaves. Because of course they get it, its Hiccup and Toothless.

And yeah i get it that clearly the dragons are sick and tired of hunters and therefore understand the need to leave. But they dont even look sad! Breaks my heart because after three movies, two tv shows and all the specials of the dragons and riders bonding and caring for each other and they don't even get a heartfelt goodbye.

And let us not forget that Snotlout, Fishlegs and the twins, who have been riders since the FIRST MOVIE, and main characters in their own right for years, don't even get a GOODBYE LINE?? LIKE LITERALLY, Astrid and Valka? Absolutely, they deserve it. Gobber? Sure, he hasn't known grump nearly as long but he's been a relevant and important main character as long as the kids. And Eret-

Now, I love Eret. He's cool. He's great. Love a hunter turned rider.

But WHY DID THEY GIVE A LINE TO HIM AND SKULLCRUSHER (approx. 1 year relationship) OVER THE SIX YEARS OF FISHLEGS, RUFF, TUFF AND SNOTLOUT? THEY DONT EVEN GET A "Goodbye." WHAT.

And again thats not me shitting on Eret getting one, its on the others NOT

And this isnt even beginning to mention Valka and Cloudjumper do not START ME on their TWENTY YEAR FRIENDSHIP AND BOND BEING TORN APART IN A ONE MINUTE GOODBYE.

Anyways on a lighter note, the parallel with Hiccup removing his hand from Toothless in a reverse of the first time they touched all those years ago always gets me emotional. My fav part about the ending.

And that's pretty much all I like about it LMAOO

[pastelearthling65]

Losers club and bowers gang headcanons

has a bit of agere

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Bill denbrough

-a tiny bit nearsighted

-has mild motor tics

-punched a hole in a wall

-got tricked into playing Doki doki literature club and had nightmares

-picks mushrooms but doesnt eat them

-over-prepared

-still draws stick figures

-has had to stop richie from snorting smarties

-hates being alone

-starts decorating for Christmas on November 1st

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Georgie denbrough

-he has eaten crayons and will do it again

-he eats the fudge out of those fudge stripe cookies

-he'a really smart but also kinda stupid

-can do a handstand

-would naruto run in area 51

-he thinks mint chip tastes like toothpaste

-he can't spell Tuesday

-can speak little bit of spanish

-finds brainrot annoying

-bites his nails

-gives people pretty rocks or throws them at people if he hates them

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Mike hanlon

-he likes green tea

-he's a cat person

-cringes at their old pictures

-when he was 3, he drank paint (dont worry he's ok)

-he reads spy x family

-tried to cuss on roblox

-fried food makes him nauseous

-can play a lot of instruments

-likes to draw

-his favorite color is navy blue

-uses 3-in-1 soap

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Ben hanscom

-he's allergic to pistachios

-can write stories quite well

-sings in the shower

-once cried bc someone complimented him

-can run really fast

-has stuffed animals on his bed

-stole mouthwash when he was 5 and still feels bad

-salad fingers traumatized him

-he gives the best hugs

-watches bluey

-scared of kirby

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Beverly marsh

-a demi-girl

-her favorite subject is english

-she likes mandela catalogue

-holds grudges for a long time

-danganronpa fan (she thinks maki is the best character)

-cant spell restaurant

-they sometimes sleeps over with ben

-she like ashnikko

-could kill you in an instant if deserved

-weirdcore fan

-has hello kitty socks and takes one sock full of pennies

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Richie tozier

-watches men's gymnastics

-gets road rage

-tricked bill into playing doki doki literature club

-he set a desk on fire and got away with it

-bullies kids on roblox

-he will go crazy if the time is 12:34 or 4:20

-microwave noodles are his fav

-knows hapkido

-played a cupcakke remix in a school party and got kicked out

-likes the color red

-wonders what would happen if birds had four legs

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Stan uris

-falls for deez nuts jokes every single time

-rides lawn mowers

-has weighted stuffed animals

-he almost died from drinking too much coffee

-cant drive for shit

-unintentionally offends people

-when he was little, he though spaghetti was a plant

-he once stuck gum on someone's purse and felt bad

-the word squeaky makes him laugh

-organized phone

-ruins santa for kids except georgie

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Eddie kaspbrak

-has a sweater he stole got from richie

-has chronic nightmares

-horrible liar

-he always has hand sanitizer on him

-sucks at tongue twisters

-age regressor (2-6)

-likes maretu

-has a secret hatred for his mom

-he's a therian in denial

-loves the smell of grass

★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★・★

Henry bowers

-him and his mom used to hang out in the rain

-touch starved

-doesnt own a pair of matching socks

-made DIY brass knuckles

-has internalized homophobia

-he once got hugged and had a breakdown

-age regressor (0-4)

-punched someone for looking like his dad

-could probably kill someone if he wanted

-knows how to get away with murder

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Belch huggins

-scared of wasps

-has a mary sue oc and gets mad when its pointed out

-has been suspended more than once

-his search history is concerning

-he finds otters cute

-calls missing child posters and says "finders keepers"

-has middle school boy humor

-once screamed like an anime girl over being jumpscared

-he's banned in new york

-listens to gwen stefani

-eggs houses in the winter

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Victor criss

-he's trans masc and literally nobody knows

-likes board games (but he's a sore loser so no one plays with him)

-has a diary that he writes with a glittery pen

-canceled on twitter

-can't handle 1 gran of spice

-he got a binder for christmas and was so happy

-has a pet cat named whisker

-doesnt understand how glow in the dark things work

-the song candle queen by ghost and pals makes him think of patrick

-has a pet rock he named "dingus"

-internalized homophobia

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Patrick hockstetter

-banned in multiple places

-a sociopath

-hates on everything

-for some reason he finds beating up people funny

-has been to a psych ward more than once

-bullies kids on roblox

-he's the gay cousin

-he used to bite people

-really good with weapons

-got compared to the onceler and got so pissed

-has an insane pain tolerance

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Candle queen by ghost and pals/gumi

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

[ruelpsen]

all i want So Badly is for someone to know how desperately horny their burps and belches and digestive sounds make me and teasing me whenever they want to :(((( just wanna have to sit and try and be normal while squeezing my thighs together while they smirk at me and giggle at me trying to keep it together. 'what? i'm not allowed to have a soda?' LIKE UGGHHHH ur so tantalizing and im trying to keep it together. explodes. especially if all of that leads up to them wanting to get me off :O 😔 not until i suck them sloppy while they comfortably sit and burp obviously.

One of the things that I love the most about this kink is how subtle flirting/teasing/etc. can be. Like oh, you're making direct eye contact with me while thirstily enjoying a soda? 😳 You're ordering bigger portions to make yourself belchier for my sake? 🥵 You start belching during sexy times just to see how wild it drives me? 🥵🥵🥵 Going to all that trouble certainly deserves the kind of reward you described!

[zapalimesvet]

I decided to drop here some of the Jane Uris lore because I changed her AGAIN.

Here is Jane beating up Henry some weeks before school ends:

1989 June. Derry, maine

She was going down the school stairs. Her shoes were cracking on the shinny floor that was usually covered with mud but today it’s gonna be dirty with Henry Bowers’ blood. Jane went through big green opening doors, went to to right and here she sees him, he was leaning his back on a locker along his dogs that were everywhere with him. She stopped right next to him, nobody was paying attention to her, but they loved to ignore her and act as she didn’t existed.

“Listen, stop doing things to Stanley or it won’t end good for you” she spook calmly but Henry was not in mood for kindness

“What? Stop putting yourself in my business”

He laughed her off loud. What the hell she thinks she can speak with him like that? With a boy who’s younger than her but whole school is scared of him? What the fuck she thinks about herself? That dirty girl?!?

“He’s my brother, leave him be” this was the last warning Jane could give him without punching him down on ground.

“Go away slut” Patrick yawned and smiled, more likely smile full of disgust. For Jane, Patrick always need to have last words. She gave him last look before paying again attention to Henry who’s stepping closer to her making her take steps back

“What will you do about it? Huh? I would break you with only one punch.” He rolled his eyes and again laughed. Kids slowly stopped making their way to classes and looked at Jane and Henry, they knew it’ll be big fight. They wouldn’t peel their eyes off of them until they’ll know what’s doing on. Richie was pushing kids out of his way along Bill and Eddie, Stanley. They saw how Jane threw her black Vans Backpack and jumped on Henry. Richie made little „ouch” when he saw how Jane hit Henry against metal lockers, he groaned in pain and rolled down next to Patrick who took steps away along with Belch and Victor. Henry felt backstabbed by them and will give them their own medicine later. With back pain he had chance to grab Jane by leg and made her slip down, hitting her back and head. He punched her into her nose. He didn’t cared she was a girl, she deserves it, she’s disgusting slut how Patrick says. Jane started to feel stronger, the pain went slowly away, she didn’t felt biggest pain when Henry punched her into stomach and he was stronger than her. She would say that god stands by her side.

“You go Jane!” Richie screamed, Patrick heard it and his face expression made Richie shiver and shut down. Now he knows that not only Henry bowers will get beaten up today. Jane grabbed his blond hair he had cutted into mullet and pulled it so hard some of his hair left on her sweaty hand. She smashed his head against shinny cold floor. Not only Henry’s head was bleeding but also his nose, he looked wasted.

Tears were flowing down Jane’s cheeks when she was standing up, her body was aching. The last kick between Henry’s legs finished him.

“Don’t you dare to land a hand on my brother ever again..and learn how to walk in heeled boots.” She scoffed in pain, grabbed her bag. Kids were still standing there, without words. Did just a girl put down Henry Bowers? She looked at so many kids that were looking at her, but something was off. A big shadow was standing totally in the back behind the kids, a person in Clown clothing, he was smiling and waving at her. Jane shook from goosebumps that formed on her back «it’s probably not real, I got badly hit in the head» she told herself and left to the green doors from the exit of school. In half of her way Patrick laughed, it was enough to tease her and made her turn to him. Jane groaned as she saw him smiling like he had won something. «Why is he always smiling?» she asked herself as she was walking back to him. She saw how Belch and Victor helped Henry to stand up on his aching legs.

„you want to?!?” Jane hissed on him

„god chill..” he scoffed

„Shut up playboy” Jane rolled eyes, she came back to him for nothing, just to be laughed off.

„Aw! You think I’m hot enough to be in playboy?”

„hot enough to burn in hell Hockstetter” she showed him middle finger before walking out the school, smashing doors closed.

I hope it’s good. I have so many scenarios written with pen in my notebook and I decided to start typing it into my phone very late so… this is all I have in my phone lol. Enjoy!

Art: @misszura

[sterekchub]

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

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

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

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