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mortiskiller · 3 days ago
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It is a shame no one is ordering me food rn. Support a stuffing for a fat boy today!
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machveil · 2 months ago
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okay wait, because I was immediately struck with more Boyfriend!König after posting this
Boyfriend!König who comes home from a deployment - he reeks, he’s sore, everything aches and he feels like death. but, as soon as the door clicks shut behind him his eyebrows furrow. somethings cooking and it smells familiar. he’s kicking his boots off at the door and shrugging his coat off as he walks towards the kitchen. and there you are, standing next to the stove with a spoon held up to your lips, listening to music and unaware of his presence
Boyfriend!König who coughs, not wanting to startle you with his sudden presence. it’s worth it though, seeing you look over at him, eyes lighting up as you practically tackle him for a hug. it’s a sweet, short moment, but König’s eyeing the stovetop. when you let go you excitedly tell him you’re making dinner, something special since he’s been gone for a couple weeks. “You can’t look! It’ll ruin the surprise— uh, actually, maybe take a shower. I’ll call you when it’s done, okay?”, he chuckled at your rushed words, moved towards your bathroom when you gave him a gentle shove
hair wet and dressed in some ratty sweatpants, Boyfriend!König comes back to the kitchen while toweling off his hair. the scent from the kitchen is stronger than when he came in, but it’s nothing compared to what’s on the counter. he freezes, a little wobbly when he puts his foot down and looks at the food. tafelspitz. and suddenly that familiar smell registers in his head, his mama’s cooking. you had called her regularly while he was deployed, spent every other day learning how to cook some of König’s childhood favorites
Boyfriend!König whose eyes get watery when he starts eating because, oh, it tastes exactly how his mama makes it. he hasn’t been back home in a year and a half - purely from bad timing and deployments - and he’s missed his mama’s food so much. König who gets up from the table, walks over to you while chewing and hugs you, not giving you the chance to stand up or properly hug him back. as soon as he swallows he’s babbling ‘thanks you’s and kissing the crown of your head, murmuring how ‘you didn’t have to’. he’s got you in a death squeeze, eyes closed as he presses his nose to your hair, “Ich liebe dich— you’re too good to me, Liebling.”
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bigdaddyguapo · 2 months ago
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Can I put this on your back ?
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gottagetpig · 2 months ago
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God, i can't get over how hedonistically wonderful it feels just letting go of any pretence of self-control. How good if it feels to see my weight climb higher and higher as i grow like the spoiled corpulent fatty i am. Feeling my moobs grow more pronounced, my belly surging out with soft grabbable fat as i grow fatter and more demanding. My flabby thighs so soft and squishy need to be worshipped  just like the rest of me, every inch of fat deserving to be felt, squeezed, and made bigger. With each decadent feast i let myself go hog wild, i can feel my body grow that bit softer, my clothes that much tighter. The addictive euphoria I feel as my thighs and ass strain against my jeans, my belly slowly peeking out from whatever top it's constrained in... each piece of clothing eventually destined to tear, burst, or otherwise be beaten by my increasingly gelatinous body. I can't stop myself from stuffing my fat face whenever i can. All the while, i take up more space like a greedy pig. Going to fast food joints repeatedly,  some even giving me extra knowing im just such an insatiable hog and deserve more...
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Mmn i need so much more...my body needs to be swathed in more and more lard. Huge greedy fat belly flowing forward as i waddle over to the fridge, wheezing as i reach the door and stun the delivery boy with my heft as i greedily take the stacks of fastfood i ordered, destined to end up cultivating more and more soft rolls. thighs so squishy and large they could make trees jealous with their sheer girth, huge rear brushing against the sides of the hall, getting stuck in each doorway. Shocking who ever sees my ever growing body as it grows fat enough to break chairs...then sofas...then beds as i continue to spiral further into decadent gluttony, my body an ever growing shrine of lard, needing to be worshipped...
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yawnderu · 7 months ago
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CW: mentions of kidnapping and stolen body autonomy.
Find a way in, kill the enemy, retrieve the hostages, leave. A routine of sorts that gave his life some sense of purpose to avoid going insane for the past two decades. Simon liked to believe he got over what happened in his past... truly, he did; and yet Manuel Roba’s horrors seem to haunt him no matter where how many years pass.
“C’mere.” Simon’s voice held no hostility, he made sure of it, yet your stiff position never changed. Legs angled to the right, hands folded on your lap, and eyes looking forward, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze even if it’s been hours since your rescue. Garrick, Price and Johnny have already tried to get you to talk multiple times, all of them with different approaches. 
Garrick was friendly, trying his best to seem approachable, a bright smile on his lips that you didn’t seem to notice, too busy staring at a wall no matter how much he tried to hold a conversation.
Price seemed fatherly, never once laying a hand on you even if it was itching to comfort you, and so he settled with telling you you’re safe now, how no one will ever get you again now that they're here. His words didn’t seem to do much, either. 
Johnny was… something else. His first attempt was a shitty pick up line, getting a reaction out of you for the first time— a nose scrunched up in disgust, but a reaction nonetheless.  
And Simon… Simon’s approach was different. The man was used to barking out orders and obeying them himself, not to deal with an unresponsive hostage. His behemoth frame was nestled next to you, putting a tray on the table and observing your reactions. From the way you swallowed thickly the moment the meal was presented to you, to the sound of your stomach growling. 
“Go on, then.” Your gaze follows his movements for the first time, the feeling of your stomach rumbling makes you more aware of your hunger, so many years being fed nothing but what was necessary to keep you alive by Manuel and his associates, so many years of being trained like a dog to obey to their very order. 
Simon can see the hesitation in your body language, too tense to allow yourself to dig in the way you wanted, yet no longer as stiff as before. There was a sense of relief at the fact that they didn’t seem to want to hurt you —unlike Roba—, yet years of non-stop brutal training can’t be erased within hours.
Roba’s training was engraved into your brain, and while the sense of security the SAS blokes gave you is something you’re thankful for, nothing guarantees they’re not working for him. You’ve seen other military men come and go throughout the years, always Roba’s friends, and always sharing the same disgusting, sadistic desires.
“Eat up.” The rest of the men watch the way you move, curiosity and amusement mixing at how strange your movements seem, almost robotic. Your forearms rest on the table, elbows away from the cheap wood as you attempt to hold your own cutlery— attempt, because it looks fully foreign to you, trying out different angles to make it work, and yet it's the first time in years you've been allowed to try and feed yourself.
Simon is the first one to catch on, having lived under Roba’s rules for long enough to know he enjoys taking people’s autonomy, to reduce them to nothing but a pathetic mess that depends on him. His gloved fingers are gentle as he takes the spoon from your hand, scooping up some food before holding it up to your lips. His full attention is on you, relief starting to make its way into his body as sees your rather soft lips wrap around the spoon, eating whatever he was feeding you. Lucky for you, this time it wasn’t an MRE… or beans on toast.
His gloved thumb wipes the corners of your lips every time you’re done chewing, and he’s quick to pick up more food from the plate, nothing but patience and kindness shown in his actions, so unlike the brooding soldier he's known to be.
“... two goldfish are in a tank…?” Johnny’s loud groan gets your attention for a second, yet you quickly glance back at Simon, curious eyes looking up at him, almost as if asking him to go on. 
“One turns to the other and says… ‘you know how to drive this thing?’” You can see the corners of his eyes crinkle before he even finishes his joke, clearly trying his best not to laugh at just how awful it was. A small smile hides in the corners of your lips, and Simon takes that as a victory, ignoring the questioning looks he’s getting from his team, for now.
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jamesr1013 · 4 months ago
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Think…I’m…Gonna…Pop!
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claie171art · 1 year ago
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Spiderdads comic because I’m not immune to the sweatpants and suit combo and neither is Miguel. Him and smug Peter is my favorite dynamic just two old men bothering eachothers
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dismas-n-dismay · 1 month ago
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And if I don’t get 20 long hair jayvik hair pulling fics for BOTH Jayce and Viktor on my desk by next week I’m taking away everyone’s writing privileges. FEED ME.
Update: I went crazy in the tags with how this would go for them 😭😭
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thevirginslvt · 2 months ago
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pickle found something interesting
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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 months ago
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oughnndfhhnnghh his voice, his fuckinmg voice,,,
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mortiskiller · 3 days ago
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It is a shame no one is ordering me food rn. Support a stuffing for a fat boy today!
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satoruxx · 3 months ago
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Thinking about wolf!toji smelling stress on you, that or another person, when you come home.
I don’t think he would be the type to try and comfort you at all or ask you to explain what you were feeling but he would definitely be gentler with you, and super observant
YES NONNIE EXACTLYYYYY!!!!! wolf!toji is not big on words at all !!! but whatever he can't speak on he will make up for in actions :33
i think wolf!toji would probably unconciously do that as soon as you walk in the door, nose twitching as he picks up the various scents that have clung to your body over the course of the day. he can smell the fatigue, the faint traces of whoever you sat next to on the bus, the smell of coffee from your evening cup.
but stress on you is different. it's sharp and jarring and it makes his tail flick unknowingly—he does not like this scent on you.
internally, he's in the midst of a rage and a panic. rage because of what, or who, is causing this emotion in you.
(you, who deserves nothing but every single drop of happiness in the world.)
and panic because he does not know what to do. he is not a kind man—he does not know how to offer soft words and free comfort the way you do. the way any good person would do.
so instead, he does what he knows he cannot mess up. he waits until you have gone to shower before quietly picking up the phone. he orders food from a place he knows you like, waits for it to be left on the doorstep, and then plates it himself. then he wordlessly sits in his seat and waits for you.
when you return, you comment on his behavior, and he brushes you off with a scoff. but for the rest of the night he does not tear his eyes away from you, ever attentive to your needs. he sees you shiver while you're watching tv, and he's throwing a blanket over your head. your eyes get heavy, and he silently turns the volume down.
soon enough, you're completely knocked out, and toji shuts the tv off. there is a brief thought that runs through his mind, questioning why on earth he's doing all of this for you.
why he's bending down to pick you up in his arms. why he's making sure your head is comfortable resting against his shoulder before walking you to your room. why he's gently setting you down in your bed and pulling the blankets up to your chin.
but then he remembers the way the expression on your face had brightened up, and suddenly he knows he has his answer.
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bigdaddyguapo · 18 days ago
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Big daddy hoUsed a dozen donuts
Knw where it’s at 🍩
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blackkatdraws2 · 8 months ago
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Han Myungoh and Han Dareum~ [Omniscient Readers Viewpoint]
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My personal headcanon is that Han Myungoh had to consult a cosmetologist to teach him how to style a woman's hair so he could make pretty hairstyles for his daughter, Han Dareum.
Because I'm sure he wouldn't know how to do a girl's hair since he's never done it before!! ----------------★ [The scenario below is inspired by the future events of the novel // might contain spoilers!] [Content Warning: Injury, Angst, Hurt]
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He clutches at his daughter's limp body. Her frail body was weak, but still breathing, albeit faintly.
"You'll be alright, sweetheart. You're alright, I'm here. Appa is here, sweetheart. I came back for you like I promised--"
He mumbles words of comfort into his daughter's ears. Hugging her, making sure she's safe in his arms, making sure she's still alive.
By now, he wasn't sure whether these words were for his daughter or for himself. But he repeats them anyway.
His Han Dareum was finally home.
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gottagetpig · 5 months ago
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Im such an insatiable piggy, unable to stop myself from stuffing this increasingly squishy, demanding belly with more and more food. Im craving more and more as of late, desperate to pig out on as much junk as i can. Its so good cramming my face with food each day, but like the greedy, gluttonous fatty I am, it's never enough...i deserve more. Each day i want oh so much more, to have more food shoved into my lardy body... As my flabby form grows ever larger, an icon to my decadent gluttony...
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I can feel my lardy body slowly swelling with more and more fat each passing day, growing softer and squishier and i with every day that passes, each day i gorge my lardass, feel my soft growing fat... I know that I crave it even more. I need my greedy fat belly to surge forward like an unstoppable flood of soft, jiggling rolls, flowing over my body like a huge apron of flab. I need my doughy thighs to be so colossal and squishy that they make tree trunks look minuscule, and can be used like pillows, a rear so immense it engulfs entire sofas, easily breaking chairs as it jiggles to my incessant gluttony... My body is a temple of gluttony and every inch of my corpulence deserves to be smothered in layers upon layers of soft, luxurious fat. A fatass addicted to growing bigger, my gelatinous frame groeing more decadently soft as my gluttony grows unchecked and unrestrained always so devoted to getting fatter. And like the greedy hog i am, I'll always need to grow oh so much bigger...
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keiru-the-worm · 3 months ago
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drew this while re-listening to pastra's rewrite of Jeff the killer cause omggg it's literally so good
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