#kink tag: immobility

[gorgin-gals-muses]

"C'mon, don't tell me there are people who haven't wanted to take a bath in a literal lake of warm sweat." She huffed, enough sweat oozing out from her to form a humid, brothy crevice in her bunched-up thigh rolls. "People go to see the geysers in Yellowstone, and they don't even let you stand in the geysers. I would never forbid anyone from trying to brave this mountain."

"See? Instead of decimating humanity, I'm helping them! I'm providing more unique sensations than most people can imagine! I'm making dreams come true!"

"And I get to destroy acres and acres of land! As a little fun treat for me~."

[sinful-suits]

🎁 for the Needle. Tee hee~

"Jeez, I wish I wasn't alone right now... I'm not sure if I can take whoever's on the other door. Please be an easy one..." Eroelle sighed. This would usually be where a Boss Blind would be located, ready to challenge her to fight. One of those was usually quite the task to fight as a team. As a 1v1. She didn't exactly like those odds. She pushed on the door...

"...Huh. It's... why is it not opening?" Eroelle pushed again. It felt like there was something really heavy on the other side, like someone had set bags of wet sand to block the door. "I mean... I guess that's as much of a challenge as any." She stepped back, giving herself a wide berth, and also taking out her deck to enhance her strength some.

"C'mon, Ellie.... and push-" Eroelle braced herself as she slammed both hands against the door, shoving with all her might and then some. It felt like she was getting it out of the way. One more strong shove, and.

"Oof!" Eroelle flinched as she felt whatever it was recede from the doorway, finally repelled from blocking it... and then heard it very nakedly object to being pushed around. "Hey, fuck you, whore!"

"Is that..." Eroelle opened the door.""Is that..." Eroelle opened the door.

"THE NEEDLE???"

It defied all rationality to see the Boss Blind like this. Once faster than an arrow, zipping around, hurling insults, and spitting venom, with a stinger to pump deadly poison into its victims... now reduced to a miniature sea of lard. Her 2-foot frame was bloated beyond comprehension, melted into rolls several meters wide. There was not a stinger to be found anywhere; seemingly swallowed up by the green woman's ass.

"What- how did-" Eroelle stammered, trying to make out a feature of her body that wasn't fleshy, jiggly rolls. She couldn't even see more than The Needle's toes. Could she even walk like this?

"What, am I not allowed to be big like that purple gas planet? Don't think I still can't fucking beat you. I've taken you on plenty, I can do it again, no matter how heavy I am!" The Needle beat her wings furiously, trying to rise into the air to sting Eroelle or... maybe at least crush the Joker under her titanic bulk... But she wasn't going anywhere.

"Um, I... listen, can't you leave me be? You caught me while I was enjoying myself." She stammered. "You win this time, okay? I thought blocking the door would-"

"...Huh. So this is you enjoying yourself." Eroelle remained unimpressed.

"So... you really can't do anything at all?" She jabbed a bit of the sweaty pudge with her foot, as if testing the waters. "All of your constant blustering and annoying little jabs, and now you can't back them up?" She stared into The Needle's face, where her eyes would be, her expression refusing to falter. "And what, because you ate more than the Wall does? Don't you like her the least?"

"H-hey, listen, this was the Head's idea. She wanted it! She... she got it in my head that I'd be stronger with a big ass. I-It's her fault!" She screamed, her armfat slapping heavily against her rolls. "I don't- It's not my fault! It's not! She likes this, not...!" She stopped to heave, her breath shorter than usual.

"Mhmhmhm..." Eroelle chuckled, stepping forward towards the mossy-colored mattress. She bent down, her hand gently tickling the Needle's belly. Soft, supple and squishy... The jester's grin widened as she brought her face to that of her bloated, useless 'assailant.' "It's okay, I can't not forgive you, sweetie... I mean, really..."

"Aren't. You. Adorable?"

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Hey! I hope you’re doing well!! I read in one of your previous posts that things were a little hard right now. I hope they get better soon, if they haven’t already!

I wanted to ask about your TF141 mer au:

Do the shark mers like Soap, Price and Gaz go into tonic immobility if they get flipped upside down?

Cuz you mentioned they might beef with orcas from time to time, and that’s how orcas often kill great whites: they turn them upside down and hold them like that so they can’t fight back. This paper discusses the strategies used by killer whales to hunt great white sharks that have been observed in South Africa (TW: for pretty lengthy description of killer whales hunting sharks, as well as some slightly graphic descriptions of how the orcas ate the sharks). They also talk about strategies the sharks used to get away from the orcas being similar to how the sharks’ normal prey, seals and sea turtles, try to evade them! Which might mean the sharks are learning how to escape orcas based off how their prey escape them! And they hint in the conclusions that the hunting of sharks might even be a culturally transmitted thing from parent orcas to their calves! Which is insanely cool!! It’s a bit dry because it is a scientific paper, but definitely worth reading, if you’re interested!

But back to the point: If they do go into tonic immobility when flipped upside-down, how do they handle that in the case of dangerous creatures/divers doing that to them? I hope the guys are staying safe out there 😰

(Also, ps. Tonic immobility is theorized to be a sex thing, since sex underwater is hard. So I dunno if you wanna integrate that into your kinky headcannons about the shark mers :) )

yes, thank you!! wild. i have indeed been looking for ways to write in other types of mer, especially orcas. the problem is orcas are way, way overpowered in real life. even the ones that don't kill great whites for their livers are big enough to eviscerate anything that looks at them funny and smart enough to (as you mention) to develop these unique ways of hunting down prey. like… how do you introduce someone based on that without breaking the whole dang worldbuilding structure?

and the study, especially this bit--

In one case, a killer whale attempted to roll and invert a white shark into a position that would result in tonic immobility (Henningsen, 1994; Pyle et al., 1999) before biting into its abdomen just behind the pectoral fins.

so yeah. this particular group of orcas 1) noticed sharks are vulnerable to tonic immobility, and 2) weaponized that vulnerability to basically hypnotize, kill, and butcher them. and those orcas do so with this, like, insane technical precision. they know exactly where to tear into the great whites to reach their livers. iirc, they don't even eat the other parts of the shark--just the liver. all that murder just for a decadent lil treat <3

but yeah! tonic immobility. the idea of building that into a kink thing for the mer 141 is. hmm. phenomenal actually. people apparently speculate that tonic immobility puts a shark into a calm or rapturous/ecstatic (!) state of mind.

like…. cmon...... hypnosis kink.

imagine knowing how to drop any one of the 141 into subspace. you'd have a pod of horny monster men at your beck and call to bottom for you whenever you feel like it ;) shark sex isn't easy! there's teeth and claws and rutting and tail-winding and so much biting. if you knew how to turn any one of them into easygoing submissive mers instead of bitey aggressive doms, who would blame you for flipping that switch occasionally?? as long as you do with them what you want to do before that 15-minute window of tonic immobility trance time is up, of course, and they regain their senses. then all bets are off.

that would need to be a closely guarded secret indeed ( *︾▽︾)

(mer au tag)

[libellule-ao3]

🔞 Painted & Pinned

Ominis couldn’t see the painting, but he felt it— her gaze burning his skin, the silence heavy, the air thick with anticipation. Then, the first stroke of the brush.

@annarielmidori , I had originally planned to publish this in March, but when I found out your birthday was on the 18th of February, I couldn’t resist trying to bring it forward (despite my snail-paced writing 🐌). I hope you had a wonderful day and that you’ll enjoy this OS! Once again, happy birthday! 🎉

OS | 🔞 | Ominis Gaunt x MC (Annariel Midori)

tags: painter x model | handjob | tigh riding | paint kink (light) | orgasm denial | teasing | smut | Ominis'POV

Ominis stifled a sigh as he heard the brush gliding across the canvas, a muffled, almost inaudible sound, but one that vibrated in his nerves like an invisible caress.

He couldn’t see the image taking shape under Annariel’s hand, but he could sense its evolution through the weight of her gaze that pressed against his bare skin. He stood vulnerable under this subdued light, designed to accentuate his shadows, under this pressure that thickened the air around them. Naked, exposed, with nothing but a simple sheet wrapped precariously around his hips.

‘Stop moving, or you’ll end up looking like a mountain troll!’

The threat was teasing. Ominis could hear the provocation behind the light tone. She was testing his limits and always knew what to say to brush them aside.

Of course, he would have liked to retaliate with a sharp word, something that would make her shudder as much as he shuddered at being used as a male nude study model. But the wizard was too aware of his position, of the heat of the sheet against his skin, of the tension in his muscles from standing so still.

So instead of fighting back, he let his voice slip between them, soft, yet dangerously treacherous.

‘Is that a threat... or a promise?’

A low, husky laugh, laden with innuendo, answered him.

‘More like a prediction,’ she said, dipping her brush in a hue he obviously couldn’t name. ‘But if you keep on being provocative, I might just smear you with paint!’

He sensed a smile tug at his lips before he knew it. It was their usual game. They played the balancing act on a glowing wire, ready to give way under pressure. Caught between lightness and tension, between defiance and abandonment.

‘Why did I agree to this again?’ he murmured, falsely pensive.

‘Because you’re irresistibly devoted to me?’ she suggested, applying the colour to the canvas.

He tilted his head slightly in the direction of her voice.

‘I think it was more the threat of refused kisses.’

The silence thickened around them, saturated with possibilities. With all his senses on the alert, Ominis heard a rustle of fabric close to him, then a breath against his bare skin.

He also perceived the stronger smell of paint mingling with something more intimate, more intoxicating. Annariel’s perfume warmed by desire.

She was there. Close by.

‘Ah, so that’s the kind of ransom you’re asking for?’

He had no time to reply. Her lips locked with his. Everything disappeared. The pose, the canvas, the very reason for his immobility. All he registered was the languor of her kiss, the warmth of her sighs against his mouth and the delicious shiver that ran up his spine like a wave.

His free hand — the one not clutching the sheet around his hips — naturally found her waist and pulled her against him.

Annariel pressed herself against him with exquisite slowness, her clothes brushing against his torso, the friction stealing his breath away.

Then a gesture.

Her arm jerked, and the brush skimmed over his side before gliding lower. A cool trail of paint slid down his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as it trickled toward the sheet, seeping into the fabric. Annariel froze for a moment. He sensed the smile that blossomed on her lips. A grin, dark and satisfied.

‘I told you not to move...’

A deep rumble rolled down Ominis’ throat. He was about to reply, but his words were strangled when he felt the brush against his chest.

‘You make a beautiful canvas, you know,’ she murmured, tracing a wet line from his sternum to his lower abdomen with the tip of the brush.

He lost control. His body tensed under the icy caress, every nerve electrified by the contrast between the freshness of the colour and the lava pulsing through his veins. He didn’t know what colour she was applying. He didn’t care.

What mattered now were her fingers.

The ones that had replaced the brush and were touching the wet pigment, spreading it slowly over his skin in lazy circles.

‘If you want to paint me, you’re going to have to convince me to behave,’ he murmured, his tone huskier than he would have liked.

A slight laugh, a breath brushing his lips and a light pressure on his taut crotch.

‘What if I’d rather have you begging me to keep going?’

She knew exactly how to stoke his desire.

She pulled away.

The absence gnawed at his patience. Just long enough for him to rage at no longer having her against him. Then she came back.

This time, he didn’t just feel her fingers.

He felt her bare skin against his, and her warm, wet palms.

The pigment.

Her hands were coated with it.

A sigh escaped Ominis, a murmur of abandonment to this exquisite torture.

She slid against him, every calculated movement heightened by the colours staining their skin, creating a vivid tableau of desire and provocation. She didn’t hurry.

That was worse. Worse than raw haste. Worse than greedy conquest.

She let him feel every second, every heartbeat suspended in anticipation of the next caress.

‘Darling...’

His tone had become a low growl, a threat veiled in impatience.

She pressed her paint-smudged digits on his chest, tracing arabesques he couldn’t see but felt in every fibre of his being.

‘Hush,’ she whispered against his mouth, amusement in her tone. ‘Let the artist do her thing.’

A shudder ran through him as, with a barely perceptible movement, the sheet slipped from his hips, pooling on the floor in hushed whisper. Ominis bent gently under the force of a languorous kiss and found himself lying on the fabric, a rising heat filling him as Annariel sat down on his thigh.

Then her hands left him for a few moments and her fingers, now clean, trailed down, brushing over his lower abdomen before encircling his throbbing erection, her grip both light and unyielding.

Ominis felt her rubbing slowly against his thigh, her arousal smearing onto his skin in a calculated provocation. A guttural groan escaped him, his hands clutching the sheets in a desperate bid for control.

She knew his limits. She knew exactly how far she could push him before he snapped.

At first, she merely teased him with her fingertips, brushing over the sensitive curve of his tip, tracing soft circles before coating her palm with the moisture already beading at his swollen head. Then, torturously slow, she stroked down his length, her firm grip gliding over him like a silk glove. Every movement was precise, measured—neither too fast nor too slow.

Ominis tensed beneath her, his hips instinctively seeking more friction.

But she dictated the pace, amusement lacing her voice as she asked, 'You like that, don’t you?'

Her palm slid over his cock in an unbearable caress, alternating pressure and release—the same exquisite torment she was inflicting upon him with her own body, rolling her hips against him.

A deep, low growl rumbled in his throat, a sound laced with both frustration and pure pleasure. Yes, he liked it. The way she played with him so deliberately, controlled him so effortlessly, treating his pleasure as though he were a masterpiece in the making. And yes, he wanted more.

His cock throbbed in her grasp, the anticipation coiling in his belly like a liquid fire. She picked up the pace slightly, tightening her hold, twisting her wrist as she slid down to the base before gliding back up in a seamless motion, her fingers teasing the sensitive ridge of his crown with every stroke. Then, just as she tightened her fist around him, enough to send molten fire coursing through his veins—

She let go. Abruptly.

Her hand left him, abandoning him on the very edge of his release, offering him nothing but an aching, excruciating denial.

‘Annariel...’ he growled, his voice hoarse with need and frustration.

She merely shifted, pressing herself more firmly against him, rolling her hips with wicked deliberation, letting a throaty sigh escape her lips. Her pleasure was a cruel taunt, a reminder of everything she was granting herself while ruthlessly withholding it from him.

Ominis was a patient man… until he wasn’t.

Annariel knew this far too well. And yet, she still gasped in surprise when, in a swift, forceful movement, he surged upright and flipped her beneath him, pinning her against the paint-streaked sheets.

She barely had time to catch her breath before her wrists were trapped above her head, held firmly in an unrelenting grip. Annariel offered no resistance. Her legs parted of their own accord, a mixture of defiance and submission in the posture.

His mouth crashed down on hers, devouring her in a fierce, claiming kiss—biting, demanding, stripping her of any semblance of control. When he finally pulled back, his voice fell upon her like a sentence—low, dark, woven with dangerous promises.

‘You played with me, kitten. Now it’s my turn.’

But he didn’t move immediately. He savoured the moment.

The moment when her breath quickened beneath him, when her form quivered in anticipation of a caress that did not come.

His fingers grazed her belly, running over the cracked paint marks in a slow, almost meditative gesture. He moved lower, lazing against her hip, and felt a shiver, a tension betraying his impatience. She gasped slightly, arching her back in silent invitation. But he didn’t give in. Not yet. It was his turn to make her languish.

His breath brushed the delicate line of her throat, and Annariel froze, suspended in exquisite anticipation of what he would do next.

A bite, there, just below her jaw. A kiss immediately followed by his teeth sinking lightly into her flesh. Just sufficient to mark her. Just enough to make her moan.

She arched her back under him, trying to rub her body against his, but he refused to let her dictate anything.

‘Look who’s impatient now...’

She wriggled under him, trying to free herself, but he tightened his hold, his chest pressed against hers, their breaths intertwined in the stifling intimacy of the moment.

‘You enjoy this, don’t you? Being pinned beneath me, helpless, at my mercy,’

She parted her lips, a breath of protest forming, but he seized the instant before she could reclaim control. He rolled his hips, a slow, calculated movement, a studied provocation. His shaft slid against the slick heat of her core, teasing her pearl, a caress that never came to fruition.

‘Is this what you want?’

Annariel moaned, tried to rock her hips to force him deeper, but he pulled back, precisely enough to frustrate her further. She grunted, tugged at his still captive wrists. He smiled against her skin.

‘You’ll have to ask nicely, first,’ he breathed, his voice low and amused.

An exasperated sigh.

A strangled groan.

A spasm beneath him.

She was about to give in.

‘Ominis...’ she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

‘You want me to fuck you like this?’ he said, mimicking his thrusts against her soaked folds.

A tense silence.

She shuddered beneath him, her jerky breathing interspersed with moans. Her body was already screaming out the answer she hadn’t given yet.

‘Mmh... I think I hear it, but not quite...’ he breathed against her jaw, a smile trailing in his voice.

She swallowed hard. Her body trembled close to him, offered, vulnerable, ready to plead.

‘... Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

She tried to capture his mouth, but he distanced himself just enough to deny her.

‘Say it properly.’

A tremor.

Her whole body tensed beneath him, wet, offered, unable to resist the command.

‘I want you to take me like this.’

He smiled against her shoulder.

His hand dropped to one wrist to slide down her curves. It grazed her breasts, traced the line of her ribs, paused for a moment on her stomach before moving down between her thighs.

His middle finger traced lazy circles over her bud. She moaned, her frame arching under the contact.

He played with her.

Slow, calculated circles, punctuated by frustrating pauses, just to see her lose patience.

He rubbed against her again, without penetrating her, the hardness of his cock against her damp heat a deliberate provocation. Then he stopped moving.

Annariel panted, disorientated.

‘Why?’

A toothy smile stretched his lips. ‘In fact, I’m dying to hear you beg.’

She swallowed against the burning tension that consumed her whole.

A silence.

A shudder.

Then, in a hoarse voice, ‘Please... fuck me.’

Dark satisfaction blossomed in his chest. At last he released her wrists and closed his hands on her hips, anchoring her beneath him. With a deep thrust, he drove into her, stretching her wide, filling her to the hilt.

A searing jolt.

She threw her head back, a cry escaping her as her body closed in on him, welcoming him in a vice of heat and pleasure. He could feel the suffocating wetness of their skin pressed together, the irregular pounding of her heart against his chest.

He knew she wanted more. That she needed it... And he wanted to see her break under him.

So he moved.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Obviously, she tried to urge him to go faster, to plunge deeper, but he denied her that luxury, imposing his rhythm. He kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a raw demand, while his touch found her clit.

This time, he would give her no respite.

He sped up, plunging into her with a ferocious pace, each thrust sending her further into surrender.She was his.

Her body quivered, clenching around him as she gasped his name, her nails biting into his back in a desperate plea for more. She was helpless, lost in the ruthless rhythm he set.

He felt the tension inside her reach its peak.

He murmured against her mouth, ‘I can feel you unraveling... Let go, Kitten,’

And she gave in.

An uncontrolled spasm swept through her, her back arched violently beneath him as a strangled cry escaped her. Her body closed over him, pulsing around his hard cock in a wave of unbearable lust. He, in turn, lost his footing, her low moan mingling with his, the heat of their embrace sealing the moment in raw intensity. At that moment, nothing existed.

There was only the heat, the dizziness, and her.

They lay there, motionless, their bodies still entwined, the echo of pleasure resonating within their trembling muscles.

The silence deepened, thick with moisture and a languid residue of tension.

Then a breath, a sigh... and a laugh. Gentle. Playful.

‘I just wanted to do an anatomical study, you know.’

Ominis rolled onto his side, his fingers idly tracing the dried paint still marking his torso with the edge of his nails.

‘And you did. A very immersive one, at that.’

She exhaled, amused, shaking her head.

‘So immersive that the session was completely ruined.’

A knowing smirk curled Ominis’ lips. He let his hand slide to his abdomen, his fingers brushing the invisible arabesques she had painted onto his skin.

‘I’d say the artist got carried away by inspiration… and her very cooperative model simply adapted to her demands.’

‘I should have known it would turn out like this.’

A low chuckle escaped him, his voice still rough from their shared pleasure.

‘You say that as if you didn’t love every second of it.’ He caught her chin gently between his fingers, preventing her from looking away. ‘Tell me you regret it.’

Annariel didn’t answer. Instead, she let her hand slide over his chest, lazily tracing a circle around a dried streak of paint.

And she smiled.

As always, please forgive my imperfect grammar (ESL writer).

[gorgin-gals-muses]

"Entering my 'Environmental Cataclysm' aaaaaaarc~!"

While she might not be killing nearly as many people, she is smothering and crushing acres of trees, eating and/or flattening the wildlife, pouring her sweat and milk into lakes, melting mountain ice caps with her warm softness, and jiggling and jostling seismic disturbances that destabilize the surrounding area.

With endless flab and smothering sexiness she may end up turning this region into a toxic swamp for generations to come. But hey, no settlements were harmed, as Yuma asked, and she's becoming a bit of a tourist destination for very horny hikers, so whoever gets lost in her folds and never finds a way out did that of their own accord.

Yuma knows it's bad, but doesn't exactly know how to speak up about it. Because she's a BAD PERSON.

[sinful-suits]

The Needle went silent as Quinn ate, before opening her mouth in response, the entirety of her mouth having to stretch to accomodate the popped kernel. She vehemently disagreed but... it'd be useless to say that much.

[avelera]

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) (22846 words) by Avelera Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Additional Tags: Betaed, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Bets & Wagers, Under-negotiated Kink, Dark Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Fuckboi Hob Gadling, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Humor, Sexual Humor, Sex, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Tudor Era, Hate Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Inflation, Oral Sex, Bottom Hob Gadling, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream Sex, Immobility, Humiliation, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Feminization Summary: At the 1589 meeting, Hob is unwilling to let his stranger’s attention wander so easily. Not after Hob held off on his own marriage just for the chance to ask for his stranger’s hand instead. Dream does not take this proposal well. Disgusted by how Hob has squandered his immortality with the vulgar pursuit of wealth, he sets out to prove that Hob could never hope to endure the horrors of courting the King of Nightmares. OR That time Hob pissed Dream off so badly it started a sex competition between them in the Dreaming. With both of them too proud, pissed off, and horny to back down, things get weird very quickly.

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I'm BACK! With a chapter in which I can only urge in the strongest terms for people to HEED ALL WARNINGS because this bitch gets INTENSE. Hope you enjoy!

[templetogavage]

Hey there! I've noticed a few tags appearing on multiple posts like 'gone to seed' and 'sampling the beefcake', and I was wondering if you had like. A directory for all the different tags you use?

Not as of yet! So I guess I should start.

General

#adipose answers: This tag identifies ask answers.

#fattening feed: This tag identifies reblogged content.

#delectable diet: This tag identifies original content.

#rotund roundup: This tag identifies roundup content.

#weekly weighing: This tag identifies weekly roundup content.

#content type: [type]: This tag identifies the type of content featured: text, audio, video, photo, art, or AI art (AI art is separated because I know some prefer not to see it).

Body

These tags refer to body type, mostly, but includes a few other factors about how a man looks.

#bears out of provincetown: This tag applies to men with the bearish quality- hairy, perhaps a bit of muscle, typically a firmer gut, and with a hint of masculinity. This is mostly about Vibes and doesn't require all of the things I just mentioned, and I rarely tag this with #chasable chub.

#chasable chub: This tag applies to men without the bearish quality- hairless, lacking muscle, with a softer gut, and with more of a feminine energy. This is mostly about Vibes and doesn't require all of the things I just mentioned, and I rarely tag this with #bears out of provincetown.

Dynamic

These tags refer to whether there is a dominant, versatile, or submissive element to the post.

#throwing his weight around: This is the fat man as the bully, the boss; he is bigger and better and badder than you, and he can prove it.

#lard work and delicatessen: This is the fat man as the gainer, the man who has dedicated time and effort to getting as big as he is, and wants to show it off. (Self-assured and dominant, but submissive in its desire for worship)

#prize hog at the county fair: This is the fat man as the helpless hedonist, the pig who needs to be fed, who is being fattened up for someone else's pleasure.

Props

These tags describe additional elements of the post that make it hot, in my opinion. Typically this is an aesthetic, props, etc.

#a massive man in uniform: This tag applies to men in police, firefighter, military, and sometimes particularly formal attire. Anything that could pass as a Halloween costume if needed, basically? If I think the clothes he's wearing make him hot because of what they represent, it goes here.

#dressed for excess: This tag applies to men who are peeking out of, bursting out of, or otherwise struggling to fit into the clothes that they are wearing. Tight clothes, but also shirts riding up.

#geek physique: This tag applies to men who have props that make them seem like big geeks or nerds. Video game console? D&D paraphernalia?

Kinks

These tags describe other kinks that for me, overlap and intertwine with gaining & encouraging, but are separate enough that they're tagged to represent that flavor of post.

#bound to immobility: This tag refers to an emphasis on immobility, difficulty moving, etc. Anything in the realm of immobility kink goes here.

#funhealthy lifestyle: This tag refers to an emphasis on unhealthy gaining. Unhealthy eating, sedentary lifestyle, smoking if I ever find a post like that I'm into which is rare...

#measure twice cut once: This tag refers to an emphasis on measurement and numbers. Tape measurements, stats about clothing sizes, popping buttons, etc.

#temple to gluttony: This tag refers to an emphasis on feederism, food, chugging, and similar things that are visceral and physical and specifically highlighting eating.

[Will be updated as I write up more of my tagging system.]

[plushefemme]

✎ hello! ❤︎

✦ call me plushe :)

✦ nonbinary lesbian, she/her & he/him, white, 27

✦ single, femme4butch/stud/masc ⚢

➹ my posts ➹ my pics ➹ my asks ➹ my audios ➹ my erotica ➹

✦ this is a kink/nsfw blog. MINORS & AGELESS BIOS DNI, i do not want you here!! i try to check my followers but i am overwhelmed & baffled by the sheer number of ppl following this blog, i do My Best™

✦ message to the (cis) straight men.... don't give me any reason to block you and we'll be fine. (sidenote to queer ppl: i will not rb anything with men dni in the caption. if you don't want me rbing your stuff pls just block me or ask me not to rb, no hard feelings)

✦ exploring my feeder side, i'm also a feedee/gainer (trying to gain... we'll see) and i'm into mutual gaining

✦ mostly soft queer feedism but add a little bit of ✨spice✨

✦ tags i use as a heads up/in case you wanna blacklist: burping, intox tw, drugs tw, alcohol tw, cnc tw, breeding, force feeding, pet play, manipulation tw

✦ this blog will NOT contain: harsh teasing/humiliation, misgendering kink, forced feminization, fatphobia kink, immobility, medfet, farting, scat, vore, emeto. no hate, just not my thing!

✦ i also tag fatphobia tw & ed mention but these rarely come up

✦ i follow from my sfw main blog. is a secret :)

✦ this blog aims to be a safe space for trans women and transfems, gnc folks, people of color, disabled people, as well as anyone recovering/recovered from an ed

✦ other things to note: 1) attraction to fat people is not a fetish. 2) if you don’t place the safety and wellbeing of fat people above all else then go away. 3) fat liberation always. 

thanks for reading, take good care!~

[sinful-suits]

"Hey, wh-what are you getting at?" The Needle tried to recede, but the stack of rolls propping her up prevented her head from going any further than a few inches away from Quinn. "I just mean that I don't want to feel things from that! Does it matter what those things are?"

"W-what I feel from this shouldn't matter. It's a breach of my duty, regardless... It was an embarrassing thing to let myself do in the first place, and it's even more embarrassing now, being so soft and... cuddly-"

She stopped herself, her lips pursing to seal her mouth shut. Not even Quinn's prodding with the delectable treats on offer opened them back up.

[valrvn]

Help!

Rough draft form for the artist directory, I need input, especially tagging for kinks I don't have (vore, blueberry, inflation).

3 Images Name: Platforms: (tumblr, DeviantArt, twitter, Furaffinity, etc.,) Support the Artist: (Ko-Fi, Patreon) Content:

preg tags: fpreg, mpreg, tfpreg, tmpreg, nbpreg additional preg tags: lactation, breast inflation, ass inflation, hucow, pregnancy weight gain, stretchmarks, birth, labor, breeding, oviposition

weightgain: bbw, bhm, ssbbw, ssbhm, immobility, stuffing, force feeding, feedism additional weightgain tags: slob, burping, gas, pear shape, noisy digestion, hupig

vore tags: softvore, hardvore, female pred, male pred, female prey, male prey additional vore tags: noisy digestion

blueberry tags:

inflation tags:

general tags: teratophilia, furry, milf, dilf, transformation, bimbofication, ftm, mtf, femboy

[not-a-moth]

Hello! I've decided to open up commissions.

You get:

A sketch drawing like seen above (Or seen on my blog under the tag #my art) with up to 3 flat colours of your choice.

I get:

15 Canadian Dollars.

I will draw:

Weight gain, stuffing, inflation, etc. Kinks within this vein basically.

BDSM and Femdom

Furries

Open to both SFW and NSFW works

I will NOT draw:

Minors, lolis, or anything similar

Non-con, incest, bestiality

Immobility, Death feederism

Anything with a hateful message

Scat or watersports related content

If you're unsure if I will draw something, feel free to ask!

If you're interested, or have any questions, feel free to DM me here on Tumblr.

[chubsette]

If you're coming to my blog to yell at me for the kinks I have, I will not engage. Your arguments are dumb, and I'm fucking sick and tired of engaging in this conversation when you don't even see me as human

minors, ageless, ai art blogs and anti-feedists DNI, you'll get blocked

mostly oc art

this is not my main blog, I can't like or follow from here

DO NOT repost my content

here you’ll find: weight gain, stuffing, soft feedism, tight / outgrown clothes, belly play, light teasing, praise, vampires

you won't find: pregnancy, vore, death feedism, extreme negative health stuff, immobility, blueberry, blob, scat

tags: #chubsette art #chubsette talks

my commissions are CLOSED, you can check my prices and guidelines below

if you wish to further support me and my work, i have a kofi where a tip, no matter how small, will give you access to a small but growing collection of older sketches and doodles of my oc's

[avelera]

(With thanks to @fishfingersandscarves for the art, originally posted here!)

Joke's On You (I'm Into That) (29841 words) by Avelera Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Additional Tags: Betaed, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Bets & Wagers, Under-negotiated Kink, Dark Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Fuckboi Hob Gadling, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Humor, Sexual Humor, Sex, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Tudor Era, Hate Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Feeding Kink, Belly Kink, Inflation, Oral Sex, Bottom Hob Gadling, Top Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream Sex, Immobility, Humiliation, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Feminization, Breeding Summary: At the 1589 meeting, Hob is unwilling to let his stranger’s attention wander so easily. Not after Hob held off on his own marriage just for the chance to ask for his stranger’s hand instead. Dream does not take this proposal well. Disgusted by how Hob has squandered his immortality with the vulgar pursuit of wealth, he sets out to prove that Hob could never hope to endure the horrors of courting the King of Nightmares. OR That time Hob pissed Dream off so badly it started a sex competition between them in the Dreaming. With both of them too proud, pissed off, and horny to back down, things get weird very quickly.

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New chapter is up, closing out the Tavern Maid sequence! So much thanks is owed to Readertee, NanamiToamata, and MsDonnaNoble for the beta reading and workshopping assistance!

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Kinktober Day 14 ~ Power Bottom

🛋️Couchlocked🛋️

Pairings: Barry/Rafe Cameron

Summary: Rafe gets too high and ends up couchlocked, which Barry is happy to take advantage of to make him feel better.

Warnings: Drug use, smut (18+ mdni), mild immobility, high sex

Extra Tags: Light dom/sub, Soft Rafe Cameron, transmasc Barry, size kink, tdick, mild frottage, cock warming, coming inside, Sub/top Rafe Cameron, Dom/bottom Barry, teasing, praise kink, gentle kissing, hair pulling, mild begging, idk how to tag this one-

[make-me-fatter]

🪲 pinned:

hey I'm a 22 years old dominant feedee, go by he/him pronouns and you can call me James. I'm bisexual and poly, into anyone as long as they're fat :)

i currently don't have the energy to answer dms but feel free to send me asks

🦠 kinks i enjoy:

death feedism, immobility, mutual gaining, intox, forcemasc, health issues, corruption, smoking, trans supremacy, BDSM, religious themes, pregnancy

🍋‍🟩 turn offs:

skinny/fit/muscular people, intelligence loss, PIV sex, degradation (please don't call me pig), diapers, detrans, misgendering, scat, piss, vore, giving birth

you can find my silly text posts under the tag #james rambles and my pics and videos under #the boy himself