#tw dark feederism

[winter-weight-princess]

As someone with chronic stomach issues, I wanna take out my frustrations by stuffing my pig. Every time I can’t finish something, or my stomach gets achy over nothing, I take all the delicious greasy food I wish I could have, and stuff my feedee to bursting.

I keep them so full they can barely think, all day long. They’ll be gasping for breath, shirt pulled up to let their fat hard gut free. I push them past their limits, shoving food in their fat face to blow off steam.

Then later I’ll hold them, cooing while rubbing their aching belly. “Sorry piggy, mommy just needed to vent a bit.” I’ll say. “There there, you were such a good piggy for me.” As they moan and whimper as their belly digests the massive load I’ve calories I’ve laden them with.

There, I think to myself, see how they like it.

[squishy-squish-deathfeeder]

Oh fatty boys, please send me some asks on what I should do with your 800+ blubber mass bodies after Ive had my fun. The darker the better and the darkest might even get a surprise from me❤️🐄 🐮 🐖 🐷 🥓 🥩

[whosaidthatmaybeme]

What I’d really like is for someone from the nearby Hasidic community to kidnap me and take me for his bride (I’m a trans man btw) and force me to stay fat and drunk so that I am submissive and more shapely. I wouldn’t be allowed to contact anyone or speak out against my captor, so I would resign myself to never achieving my degree or any real academic/professional potential, and instead living to serve my man as the plump lush of his dreams…

[bottomless-fries]

got my blood pressure taken the other day,,, 171/90 🥴

[tteessiiee]

Health impacts of obesity, death feedee edition

TW: this is dark and very real, do not read if you are not ready to understand the consequences of feedism. And I really mean it. It may be f* scary.

You know I study physiotherapy at med school. And Im also a feedee, feeder, FA... Which means that mine internships in hospitals are pretty heavy and hard for me. I see all the impacts of obesity, or even morbid obesity on people and their health. On their life.

We are all talking about heart-attacks. Sure, your arteries getting clugged, atherosclerosis growing in your body and getting you closer to an early grave. But atherosclerosis does not cause only heart-attacks. It would be nice, wouldn’t it? Feeling your heart struggling, pain in your chest (which you deserve for being the pig you were), and pretty soon there is the end. Death.

But atherosclerosis can also cause strokes. And I don’t think you want that. Part of your brain gonna die, part gonna live. It can affect your motor functions, your ability to feel by touch, your ability to know where and how placed your limbs are, your speech, of course your ability to think. You may die, sure. Or you gonna survive and live way way worse life fully dependant on people around you… Did you know that?

You also might ruin your pancreas. Im sure that many of you already have insulin tolerance way higher than you should. Well diabetes mellitus is incoming if you will not change your lifestyle. It does not only mean that you will need to take insulin! It will also damage your nerves. Neuropathies are very common. DM can lead even to amputations of legs. And also an impact on eyes is very well known, you can become blind. Over all diabetes is a metabolic disease and it has huge impact on your whole body – nerves, organs, veins, everything.

Another effect of our feedee diet - your liver become fattier making it work less. And liver are very important organ! Liver steatosis can become cirrhosis, the organ will be very damaged. Btw it also gonna increase your blood pressure which has significant impact on probability of heart-attacks and strokes. Another thing – there can appear stones in your gallbladder. That is mainly caused by eating too greasy and fatty food. And this also can be very painful situation needing a surgery.

It is proved that obesity increases the risk of cancer, especially cancer in gastro-intestinal tract and urogenitals. One more thing that people do not want.

Not to mention your musculo-sceletal system. Arthrosis in joints (another painful thing restricting your daily life), unfit and stiff muscles, bones easier to break by your weight if you fall… And it will not hurt only when you move. But also when you lie in your bed getting stuffed to the brim once again. Who of you have never ever had back pain, mainly lower-back pain? It is not comfortable, is it? And it only gonna get worse if you don’t exercise.

There are also impacts on your skin but i'm not good in this field so can't say much about it.

I know it is a lot of fun to be a feedee. To gain, get fatter, heavier, softer. Getting out of breath easily? Oh f* yes please, it makes you so horny. But there is a huge impact on your health. Im sure you know it. But maybe you don’t know all the specific things that may happen. This is just a brief list of health complications that obesity brings. So if you are a death feedee, go on! Eat yourself to these diseases if that’s what you want. But be aware that your life probably will not end by a sudden quick heart attack. You will suffer many months and years due to many comorbidities till your body will give up on you. Are you ready for that long pain?

Wanted to let you know so that I can feel better when I actually encourage you to gain. You know, consent means that you agree while being aware of the consequences. If you want me to help you get morbidly obese I wanna be sure I warned you. And maybe (hopefully) this gonna help someone to stop gaining so much if they find out that they would not be happy. Because babes – I don’t want you fat in the first place. I want you happy.

That’s the reason why im drinking 700 kcal hot chocolate made of heavy cream while writing this article. It makes me happy to gain. It makes me happy being fat even though I know all of these things. And it also scares the s*it out of me. I fear it so much. I want it so much. Im not a death feedee in real life, will not let the kink kill me (I hope). But I definitely am a death feedee in fantasies, deep inside and sometimes it is really hard to find the difference between having fun and ruining your body.

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I warned you it gonna be dark and real 🖤

Enjoy your life as you wish 💕 Give fully into hedonism or enjoy the parts of feedism that don't kill you - that is your choice. Your body. Your life. Your death.

~ Tessie

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 12 squirting : shouta aizawa/eraserhead

warnings : afab reader, reader and aizawa are married, y’all have a cat, pussy slapping (pun probably intended), this is doo-doo dog shit, like this actually sucks, doo doo fart ass, dookie, poo poo fart, smegma, this fic reads like what sharting yourself feels like, this fic smells like the family bathroom at walmart, we’re fucking twelve (not literally), don’t expect anything else genuinely, butt, pretend this was never posted, PLEASE, day 12 is NOT REAL, THEY HIT THE PENTAGON— MR PRESIDENT GET DOW— bill gates did it, bill cypher is canon, squirting, fingering idk, eating ass, butthole rimming, 2024 election, ellen digestive did 9/11, Trump x Biden, 9/11, hilary emails included, proof of aliens existence, video footage of the area 51 raid, UFOs, alien butt sex, wrong usage of condoms, anal probing, biological dna harboring, sickle cell anemia, KLANCE is canon, Steven universe, major character death, gem fusions, love children, feel like cinderella naega byeonhae, NETFLIX ORIGIONAL, only on Hulu, Elsa x Jackfrost smut, playdough, me x YOU, tiana x nanami au, your mom x me, sarcamouche x kazuha, xiao x venti, improper use of crack cocaine, making herion, mentions of drug mules, dead dove: do eat, improper use of magic, meth making, cocaine balloons bursting, Harry Potter x Snape, hermoine x the whomping willow, herobrine x steve, unfortunate uses of pixels, bakudeku slime, hnnng harder daddy, mmhppgh— yeah yeah right there, cum consumption, cumflation, feeder fetish, oh yeah, koolaid man x me, very improper use of koolaid packets, nickacaco avocado weight loss journey, apology videos (tears included), , banjos, jake paul dcead body in forest footage (NOT CLICKBAIT), live leak posts, webtoon origional, anal stretching, did you know the human anus can stretch to the size of a raccoon?, now you know that, and also, the sun will explode June 17th, 3028, character flaws, bodily anatomy, your balls will explode on october 21st at 7:99am, my gleeby deeby ass, futurama, Micheal Angelo, improper use of abortions, medical surgery on a grape, plastic surgery, baby killing, tampon usage, description of endangered animal poaching, Mario Kart, tuberculosis, ima get it donnnne oh aye oh aye oh, butt stuff, dazai x chuuya, atsushi x akutagawa, mpreg, mad cow disease, omegaverse, ranpo x me, Dream SMP, matpat x scott cowthan, michael afton x freddy fazbear, aggressive typing, bath salts, bath salt inhalation, whippets, galaxy gas, all might is a bottom, skinny men, carrington x shigaraki, anorexia anorexia anorexia, afo x nana shimura, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, TW gun law debates, tenko x mon, Amazon delivery, school shootings, talk of gun laws, bad dragon toys, silicon, aoyama belly button leaking, lego ninjago r34, ninja turtles r34, bloody mary r34, kamala harris r34, tenya iida x tensei iida, jesus x judas, luigi x bowser, sonic and shadow makeout sesh, i fuck your dad, suck his dick reallll nice, penis sounding with dirty twig, orgasm denial, overstimulation, xenotransplants, oviposition, diaper Taco Bell, people die, revival, dark magic, ecoterrorism, global warming, chemical warfare, wanda x the winter soldier, haruhi x tamaki suoh, cosmo x wanda, comicon, bronies, pegasisters, mentions of twilight sparkle dying, twiilight sparkle x mordecai, air planes, shootings stars, night skies, NLE Choppa, we could really use a wish bro, TuPac is back, floppa carts: plompy haze, death of a platform known as tumblr, twitter referred to as X, elon musk creates sex robot that specializes in butthole sex, Tesla sex robot, androids that FUCK, necrophilia, android phone usage, pheromones, premonitions and words of Jesus, divine intution, potion making, heavenly visions, satan, satanic visions, the heavenly principles, celestia is above mondstadt, spiritual healing, veganism, white washing, canon hispanic hanta sero, futanari, blasian mina ashido, bovine spongiforms, Tenya Iida virginity loss, bakugo is a fucking faggot, handjobs, footjobs, peaceful protests, the government is controlling you through vaccines, asian fishing,

vaccines might cause autism, freshwater fishing, they will, xenophobia, hentai hucows, incest, usage of slurs, starbucks coffee, lizards run the world, obama might be a lizard, inappropriate use of baby oil, gojo x getou, day twelve never existed and it was all a lie.

word count : 420k words and 69 pages

🐙 note : we are not locked in we are as loose as a ran through sorority president

🦊 note : i am. i have no words. idek what happened. we ran out of time so we went with the option we thought might make people giggle (no we didnt we did this bullshit for ourselves)(your regularly scheduled content will resume tmr!)

🪲 note : i ain’t fucking sorry

you adored your husband—shouta aizawa—so much so, that you were his dedicated housewife. he made plenty of money as a pro hero and… enough… as a teacher, so that left you to take care of the house and your shared cat. though when he did come home he was way different than he was at work, usually at work he was all nonchalant and cold but at home he was sweet and caring, sometimes even a bit rough. his students would definitely describe him as laid back and uninterested, yet when you were around they were in awe of his personality shift.

[your-roseee]

Hi

DNI: Minors, no age stated on blog, if you post ed content, feedee/feederism, bigots

I'm sure this isn't everything I should put so I may just block anyways sorry

This blog contains dark themes!! Some things such as r@pe, kidnaping, injury, and mind break. This is all fantasy and also please note I tend not to use TWs. Please block me if this makes you uncomfortable! Also feel free to ask for me to remove a reblog or like if you don't want me interacting.

About me:

I'm bisexual, 19. I'm single and a submissive.

Taken Anon Tags:

🫥, *, 🐉, 🦝, 🍭

NSFT likes and limits below!!

Likes:

overstim

being controlled

a bit of pet play

getting marked up

cnc

rough play

impact play

restraints

praise/degradation

kidnapping

And probably more that I haven't figured out yet- still a bit new to this

Limits:

scat

vomit

feet

race play

body shaming

You being married or in a relationship unless yall have discussed being open about this stuff

[phantoms-planet]

(already made a post about this but it was giving me issues so I'm making a separate one)

Danny's obsession with Protection begins to take hold, changing him from a normal ghost to a godling. Unfortunately his new status catches the eyes of a twisted organization, one that wishes to use his powers for their own gains. He is captured and his friends and family killed. Danny is contained well below Amity in one of the organization's secret facilities. In order to use one of Danny's new powers, healing tears, Danny is subjected to nonstop of projections of people in peril he has no power to save.

Bruce is suspicious of just how successful this new medical company is. They popped up out of nowhere and quickly gained a reputation for being able to make medicines that could cure just about anything. As batman he investigates further and finds a research and containment laboratory hidden from the public. As "Brucie" Wayne he manages to gain the trust of the owner and CEO of Ameliorate and convinces a tour out of them.

It's easy to sneak away unnoticed for a moment, but less so to hide his surprise at a white haired, ethereal boy chained down there, sobbing uncontrollably. Bruce decides it's time to pull the Justice League in, save the boy, and shut down the company.

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Tw; Death mentions, torture, mention of drugging, inhumane treatment of Danny

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His core screamed out in agony.

A protection god forced to watch as thousands, millions died in front of him, unable to stop it.

Tears flowed down into a collection basin below.

Danny didn’t know how long he’d been there. He didn’t care. However long, it was too much. He wished his friends were there. Sam and Tucker… Their lifeless bodies flashed in his mind and prompted another huge wave of tears to splash into the basin.

Jaz would be able to quench the sorrow with her obsessive knowledge of how emotions worked. She was overbearing at times but he missed having someone care about him so much.

His mom and dad could sooth the ever-present ache with their special brand of care and he knew they wouldn’t hesitate to wreak havoc to save him.

But Maddie and Jack were gone too; shot down trying desperately to save their children. Jaz taken out weeks later while Danny and her were on the run. Danny had rushed to her and then there was a net and then-

This was all his fault; if he hadn’t gotten sloppy with using his powers, if he had kept his ghostly side hidden better.

Instead of his loved ones there was nothing but the overwhelming screens covering every inch of walls, broadcasting carnage and death 24/7. There was a person dressed in all white who came in to feed him. They didn't matter. The people who were shown on the screens mattered. In danger, scared, hurt. They were the reason Danny tried so hard to get out.

A sob jolted his frame enough the chains rattled. All he had wanted was to help people!

Escape should have been easy. He was a god: escape should have been EASY!

He thought they may have been drugging his food.

None of his powers were working as strong as they should have been, some not working at all, but he still had his wail. Danny pulled in as large a breath as he could manage as the feeder person frantically booked it out of the room. Every screen shattered under his scream, plunging him into blissful silent darkness. A soft sigh slipped out. Relief. Finally relief. Seconds later the screens rotated and brought a fresh barrage of misery.

The basin overflowed.

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Bruce was happy with the new medical company at first. Goodness knew Gotham needed a miracle when it came to the overflowing hospitals and untreatable illnesses caused by rouges and pollution alike.

They came in and started producing serums, pills, vaccinations, creams, you name it they had it, that could cure nearly anything. Terminal disease? Taken care of. Joker gas? A breeze for their formulas. Fear Toxin? No sweat. It had taken a while for the company to gain a footing with Gotham’s mistrust but once they had it, they were selling cure all’s at a truly staggering rate.

Bruce had first heard their reputation when one of the actually tolerable moms in the PTA raved about how her daughter was taking some pills and apparently getting sick much less frequently and less aggressively. He had briefly considered trying to get something for Tim, even.

But the problem was that this new company was too good at healing things. Just because Gotham needed a miracle doesn’t mean they exist and would show up out of nowhere. No, this was just suspicious.

Tim and Barbara had begun to dig through the company’s entire digital footprint and it was as if the company truly did just suddenly exist. Bizarrely there was no crime related to them. Not that they had found yet anyway.

He didn’t like this. People were getting better, which was great, but something in his gut told him this wasn’t right. How was the Ameliorate corporation coming up with cures and treatments for every illness, disease, condition, and toxin that ever existed? It very well should have taken centuries of research and development but there wasn’t anywhere near that long of a history to justify the turn out.

“Master Bruce?” He snapped out of his thoughts to a fresh cup of tea being set beside him. Alfred was frowning at him.

Bruce grumbled out a sigh. “Thank you, Alfred. Is Tim-?”

“He is still sleeping. I assume it will be quite a time before he wakes, given how long he was up.” Alfred nodded to the batcomputer. “Is there any progress?”

Another grumbly sigh. Bruce ran his hands down his face before responding. “None. I don’t understand it, there’s no possible way this company could be doing what it’s been doing. Not enough time or research facilities.”

“Perhaps, Master Bruce, there is a facility not in their records? One they don’t wish for people to know about?” It took a moment for the words to set in but when they did Bruce lunged to the computer for another round of exhaustive research.

It took hours.

Finally, Bruce had managed to find allusions to another, much larger, much older facility. It seemed to be somewhere near Illinois, Michigan, or Wisconsin. This facility seemed to be more for containment than research however.

Strangely that’s the only thing he could find. Unfortunately, it was also time for him to go into Wayne Co for some meetings. With slight reluctance Bruce sent what he had to Barbara before stepping away from the computer and making his way from the cave.

There was another big event at the museum soon and the owner and CEO of Ameliorate would be attending. Perhaps he could lay on a thick layer of Brucie charm. It was a long shot, but he would keep it as a fallback plan just in case. No matter what, Bruce knew he had to find out what was in that containment facility.

[dollyichi]

RULES BEFORE YOU FOLLOW AND INTERACT

welcome to @dollyichi :3 i write sfw, nsfw, and dark content —> i interact with as well. predominantly nsfw so please follow if you are of legal age! (indicators on your blog will help a lot! e.g adult, over 18 etc.)

do not interact if u fit basic dni criteria, thinspo, biphobic, fatphobic, anti-aging up, terf, character purist. please do not interact if you are a minor, i will block you. i’m more lenient with sfw works but i wouldn’t want you following me please thanks!

please do not involve me in discourse. i am here to write and be a freak so please! also do not send me asks about r*pe, eating disorders, religion, politics, suicide, etc.

we do not kink shame in this house! you do you! thirsts & recommendations are always welcome here <3 requests are fine but there’s no guarantee that i’ll write them all so just send whatever you’re feeling!

do not repost, copy my works or share it outside tumblr—limit it to this app please. please tag me if you recommend my work [in this app only]. especially don’t recommend me on tiktok thank u love u!

WRITING & TOPICS

i just post what i like, will do my best to tag cw [topic] / tw [topic]. also, this is a multi-fandom blog so whatever goes in my head i write it

favorites of all time: bakugou katsuki (then-) kirishima, shouto, denki (no order) / isagi & rin

this is an x reader blog. always writing for fem reader because that’s what i know :3 gender neutral if it’s applicable too but i adore girls getting pleasure so that’s the priority!

no specific physical traits for readers unless it’s height… i usually picture reader being shorter but i won’t really emphasize on that (will always have it as a disclaimer!)

love, connection and emotions are very important to me so it will be very very explored

i age up characters to 20+, they’re fictional. if you don’t like, don’t read. i also would write and engage with dark content but specifically writing (only) about noncon is a no for me. use of substance is okay but not overboard.

self-harm + eating disorders + genderbent + scat/piss/vomit + feederism + dd/lg + daddy & mommy kink is a NO for me —> i will not write about that. (daddy kink… on the occasion is fine though). degradation is also occasional—but i’m not really a fan of it.

just ask if you’re not sure <3

[dom-item]

read this (wip)

here is my attempt at an intro post. this is my literal first time using tumblr so bear with me.

first off, obviously, 18+ only please.

tw: dark kinks (ageplay, cnc, fauxcest, etc)

i'm not trying to grow a page, i just want to connect with like-minded people

if you must call me a name just call me demons

23

they/them pronouns, but prefer masculine titles during play

masc presenting enby

in a poly relationship, looking for friends and a potential relationship

pansexual

2 years of irl bdsm experience

top kinks: somno, cg/l, ageplay, cnc, petplay, impact play, breeding, voice

limits: scat, diapers, feederism, vore, vomit, beastiality, snuff, race play, receiving penetration

dni: transphobic/homophobic/racist/hateful people

likes: nature, music (dm me about any music at all except country, I'll be interested), weed, video games (specifically video games from the late 90s thru early 2010's), markiplier, jacksepticeye, game grumps, cats, silly animals in general, candles, lavender scented things, garfield, my little one

fave tv shows: adventure time, steven universe, regular show, boondocks, madoka magica

fave music: hyperpop, rap, pop punk, screamo, electronic music, r&b

favorite artists: $uicideboy$, bladee, bones, story so far, quinn, brakence, joji, 8485, corbin, xaviersobased

dms open, just don't send nudes

dom/cg to my sweet little girl @c0rrupt3d-crybaby

[darling-bunnie]

𝕭𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎

𝙰𝚐𝚎: 𝟷𝟿

𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚂𝚑𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 / 𝚑𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚖

This is an nsfw / yanblr blog (18+ only)

About me: Horny and mentally ill. Yandere. Inconsistent and confusing. Currently preferring he/him pronouns. Big preference for women but I'll talk to some guys if I like their blog (only if they're my age. Not interested in the middle aged men in my dms). I'm really into mean people, sadists, yanderes, obsessive people, and people with questionable sanity. Selective with my dms. But all types of asks / anons are always appreciated! My kink info is at the bottom of the post <3

Read the full post please <3

Secret nsfw blog number two

If you know my main or my other nsfw blog, no you don't

TWs:

I usually don't put trigger warnings on individual posts. But this blog deals with nsfw content, cnc, obsessive/possessive relationships, kidnapping, stalking, and things of that nature. With this in mind, my blog will deal with a variety of dark topics. View at your own discretion! (And of course, no matter the kink, clear consent from both of adults is essential!)

DNIs:

Minors | Pedos | All bigots

Kinks:

Cnc | Stalker | Knife Play | Masochism

Other kinks include praise, degredation, hunterxprey, overstim, roleplay, masturbation, brat taming, somno, humping, corruption. But I'm open to many more.

My limits are pregnancy; the use of the word "r@pe" during cnc (I understand it's cnc. But that just makes me uncomfortable); scat; vomit; age-play; race-play; feederism

[stabby-sheepy-writes]

Poor Financial Decisions

Genre: Horror, 1.5k words

TW: General Horror Themes

AN: A very early piece I wrote my first semester of college, and then promptly buried to never see the light of day. Figured it deserved better, if better is being buried in my obscure tumblr blog

Summary: I woke up this morning to a man chained up in my basement. My first thought was that it was probably not the greatest financial decision I could have made.

When I woke up this morning, I discovered that there was a man chained up in my basement. My first thought was that this was probably not the greatest financial decision I could have made.

The man had been naked when I saw him, wrists rusty with dried blood and thin from my brief glimpses of them. The cuffs around them were just as rusted, flaking off in little specks of red and brown. The smell was awful, even from my distant position at the top of the stairs. It was of rot and death, and of other smells that I really didn’t want to consider but knew would be a bitch to get out of that old, cracked hardwood. After my brief gander and even briefer whiff, I promptly turned back up the stairs and locked the basement door behind me. 

The house is in the middle of the woods—a cliche, but I wasn’t the one who chose the location, so I make do. It has heating, plumbing, a decent back-garden; nothing much to really complain about, and I even find the lack of neighbors comforting. There’s an old road that’s been connected to the highway, and I get the rare poor soul who makes the wrong turn down it. My front yard is full of their cars, some older and some new. There’s a blue truck parked haphazardly at the very front, newer than the rest but still overgrown. Like it had been there for months. Perhaps it had been. Perhaps it was my own understanding of time that had been overgrown by the vines and thorns around me. Perhaps it was nothing at all. 

The trees around the house towered and held little trinkets on almost every branch. Wind chimes, dream catchers, little bird skulls, and bird feeders. All little presents made and gifted to hang on the branches, and they whisper and chatter and sing when the wind blows through them. The forest breathes, and I breathe with it. 

Inside the new blue truck were pictures, a weathered and sun-damaged map of roads and towns and highways, and old water bottles and food wrappers. There was a shotgun in the back seat, and boxes upon boxes of rounds. There was blood on the wheels, splattered against the pretty sky-blue of the paneling, and as I took the gun and carried the boxes I wondered the things that pretty blue truck had seen.  

It was pretty relaxing, being out here in the woods away from the world’s troubles. No need to worry about seeing anybody, or anything but what can be expected. And when a new car shows up in my front yard, or spring turns to winter between my waking hours, or new sections of the garden I don’t quite recall planting spring up fresh and green and healthy, I take it as a sign that time is passing unbothered as well. 

The trees move and walk when I don’t look at them, and sometimes I see the eyes of others watching from the woods. I don’t worry about them any longer, for they’ve learned to not cross the border and I’ve learned to toss the errant snack their way. I know the pains of hunger, and they know the pain of loneliness, and so we both seek to ease them for each other. It also helps me keep the basement clean, and I am never one to turn down opportunity. 

I went down to the basement to check on the man once more and saw that he had stopped moving. Judging by the pictures in the pretty blue truck, he had once been a big man, towering and strong. Looking at him now, one could almost tell despite the thinness in his wrists and the way his ribs strained against his skin. His face was gaunt, the cheeks pocked and thin and the mouth outstretched as if he was still screaming in the dark and quiet of my basement in the woods. The smell of rot was just as bad as before, and the stench burned my nose. 

I turned around and went back up the stairs, locking the door behind me as I went.

 Sometimes I like to sit outside in the grass of my yard and watch them stand there. They tend to sway and moan, bumping into one another and toppling over like dominoes before standing up to sway and moan once more. Some come and some go, guided by large shadowy hands from the trees like children playing with old, wrangled dolls. The eyes beckon me towards the border, and yet I stay as I am and continue to watch on—content in my little display box, in my garden and yard full of abandoned, bloody cars, and in my house in the woods.

The days go on and on, sometimes as years and sometimes in moments—but it is ever so hard to tell without a calendar or any sort of means to tell the time. The seasons pass and I am here, and sometimes I wonder if I am the last one alive in the world. And then a new car pulls down my driveway, and I am overjoyed once more, before I remember that I will have to clean the basement once again. My yard is full up on cars, and yet sometimes when I look out some have disappeared. Taken away like old toys. 

They moan and groan at the border again, and when I look to where they are standing I see new trinkets hanging on the branches. Little wooden carvings, with blackened hands grasping and playing with the toys. I chuckle as I watch them play, not moving from my spot in the sun.  

When storms rage on the howling seems louder than any wind that could have made it. I watch out the window with my cup of hot tea surrounded by many, many more cups of cold and meet eyes with the trees in the woods. They are tall and spindly, long limbs and fingers blending in with the branches and their hands guiding those at their feet. There is one that has been here the longest, and it’s that one that I often share gazes with the most. I know that I will not leave, and it knows that I can’t. And we are both happy that way. 

When the rain dies down, so does my vision of it, and I leave my still-full cup to join the rest of the cool ones. 

The garden was my saving grace more often than not. Tomatoes, potatoes, beets, and peppers. Cucumbers and squash and the odd resurfaced bone or two. I learned early on that additives in the soil increased yield and given that there was no other source of food beyond my garden and the odd animal that fell into the little rope trappings around my garden, it was a discovery that had saved me through many winters. 

The squash was ripe, and so were the zucchini and the cucumbers. Each vegetable was thicker around than my arm, and longer than it too—they would feed me for a while. I picked until my bag was full, and when I went back into the house to fetch a second bag I heard the sound of a wail come from outside. 

There was a bird, dangling from my rope trap. It had matted blonde hair, and tiny, tiny wings so malnourished and boney I wondered how they hadn’t snapped. The rope was wrapped around their legs and their neck, their little wings prying and pulling to try and pull the rope off and yet only pulling it tighter. It sang a broken song as it pried and pried, turning redder and redder as it struggled and I watched on. I watched on as the little bird pleaded and sobbed and its eyes started to bulge out of its head. 

I watched on until the bird stopped moving. They watched on as well, silently swaying behind the border. They watched as I unwrapped the bird from the rope and grabbed it by the hair and dragged it to the border. When I rolled the bird across, they descended upon it and it was gone, and I went back to my garden. 

When I looked at the border later, a new bird skull hung on the branches, its blonde hair still attached. 

Today I stand at the top of the stairs, and look down on the man chained up in my basement. He groans and strains, lifeless eyes boring into mine. Perhaps he remembered the months he spent down here in the dark. The screaming, the hunger, the pictures in that pretty blue truck overgrown with rust outside. Perhaps he remembers nothing at all. It's not like I remember much these days either. 

I grab the shotgun from the top of the stairs, and shut the basement door behind me. We all have to pay our dues, after all. 

[pudge-lover]

You’re going to explode, piggy.

(This one is a bit darker than usual. If you don’t like it turn away now).

You thought you could handle overindulging more than usual. You were already stuffed to immobility. Surely your body could handle anything. You were a big girl.

All those burgers shoved down your gullet, along with the fries, hot dogs, whole fried chickens, steaks, lobster bloated your packed belly out to its limits. Your arms grew heavy bingo wings, your hand became fattened like sausages, weighing them down with flab so now they just sit limply at your overblown flanks. Your cheeks swelled up so that you can barely even see anymore as they scrunch your eyes shut. The only movable thing on your face being your cavernous maw, which you no doubt have put to good use. The fruits of your gluttonous labor dominates your frame in the form of a massive, churning stomach. Packed so perilously full, it groans and wails mournfully as it struggles to digest the inhuman feast you put into it. Streaked with stray sauces, grease and angry fresh stretchmarks, it is terrifying in it’s size in relation to your body. Deep under a warm, thick, layer of flab you can feel that it has been pushed to its absolute limits, that it’s only so long before it gives out. You moan and belch out protests that can only barely be heard over your massive organ’s pendulous grumbling. That you’ll do anything if you don’t pop right now. Even go on a diet. You’re too full. It’s too much. You were so greedy, why did you have to overdo it like this?

Then it happens. Your belly let’s out a furious roar as a wave of pain wracks your body. Before your eyes your gut swells impossibly outwards as your guts get pushed beyond their limits. Here it comes. Your copious flesh turns a vibrant scarlet hue as your body reaches its limits. You overestimated yourself. Even titans have limits. You feel the pressure from deep within you rise in your gullet as you unleash a noise that can be described as part-belch, part-scream. Your body finally ruptures with a deafening *GLOOSH*.

That’s what you get for being such a greedy pig.

[stellati0n]

✤ 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

anon asked: hi there, would it make you uncomfortable to write mild reverse yandere with dottore? have a nice day

warnings: (mild) yandere, (consensual) human experimentation, leaving weird-ass gifts, needles, blood

!! reader's discretion is advised !!

a/n: come watch me maybe commit character assassination in real-time. (meaning the doc might be a bit ooc lol rip)

also x2, this post may also go to show i don't understand the word 'mild', so uh- sorry about that-

summary: what if y/n was (mildly?) a yandere for il dottore?

word count: 1.1K

what an absolute twist, it's actually you that's the nutcase! oh how the turn tables. he has far more of a disposition to being a yandere, yet look that. it's you instead.

you, a nigh-nameless fatui subordinate that he barely recognizes, stood before him with a determined look on your face. your proposition to him was absolutely baffling to him.

it's incredibly rare that he ever has people that are willing to be experimented on. in fact, you might just be the first person that went to him on the subject.  

he had no idea what to make of you, thinking you somewhat disturbed for willing to be a subject of human experimentation. you're so desperate to get stronger that you'll practically walk straight into your own death sentence? do you even know his track record of human subjects?

yet your answer to all that was a yes. you knew exactly what you wanted, and you were willing to do anything to see your goal through, even this. the way he scratched the back of his head and uncharacteristically tried to reason against you was adorable in your strange mind.

what you conveniently left out was your true goal behind all this: dottore himself. really, all you wanted was to get closer to dottore. even though you were in his commanding legion, you were just a low-ranking bottom feeder, left to watch him from the sidelines as you were left to your own fantasies. but now that could finally change. assuming you don't die, that is.

✤ gratitude

(tw blood + needles for this one; skip to piety if you don't want to read)

you took any chance you could to show your 'thanks' to dottore. not wanting to put your weirdness on full blast just yet, you started with small gestures to warm him into it. small notes of gratitude left on his desk, maybe a preserved flower, or perhaps a vial of your own blood.

you had grown accustomed to sharps through all the experimental serums that dottore injected into you. it was simple now, like night and day, like breathing. not a trace of hesitance was to be found when that sharp needle pierced your flesh and drew your blood. would you have hesitated before? maybe, maybe not. what does it matter?

when he first saw it, he was baffled. 'for testing. - (y/n)' the purpose was as clear as day, but the intention was shrouded in the dark.

is that... blood? did you take it yourself? he huffs annoyedly to himself. don't you know that only he should be the one doing that? it's far too unsafe if you don't know what you're doing, as you could potentially cause more harm than needed. besides, he has plenty of access to your blood since you seem to spend all of your time in his laboratory...

dottore sighs. perhaps you are just trying to be useful, but there's really no need for it. you're the pinnacle of his work; there's no need to go to this length when you have already surpassed his expectations. perhaps he won't quite reprimand you for it next time he sees you.

was it really just for testing or was it because you wanted to give him part of you so incredibly important to your very existence? only you'll ever know.

✤ piety

at the astounding results of your gruelling test, dottore was amazed. it seemed he managed to get his experiments right for once! not to mention your resilience was extraordinary. most of his subjects barely even made it past the first phase, yet you've made it so incredibly far.

"tell me, what is it about you that makes you so different from everyone else in the past? how have you been able to withstand everything?" he asked while resting his head in his hand, leaning into you. you could feel his piercing eyes looking you over from behind his mask.

“because of you, my dear,” you finally uttered it aloud, leaning in closer to him as well. perhaps it was something in the look in your eyes, but he felt rather strange under your gaze. with an awkward clearing of his throat, he pulls at his collar. you can feel his eyes move off you awkwardly.

“i—um, admittedly haven’t been called 'dear' by a test subject before.” to even his own surprise, his face feels warm, the faint dusting poking out from beneath his eye-covering mask. don't mind you, you’re currently trying to cement this mental image into your mind for eternity.

but you still want more, so you decide to dig further.

✤ green-eyed limerence

time went on, and you were somehow still alive and kicking, to both dottore's and your own surprise. in fact, you had actually seen improvements in your strength—something you pretended to care about. this payoff was simply an added benefit to getting to spend as much time as you wanted with him.

because of your new-found incredible capabilities, you managed to climb through the ranks and became part of dottore's own elite squadron of underlings. your dream position.

the lucky thing for you is that dottore doesn’t exactly have many other romantic suitors, but this doesn’t stop you from becoming jealous of anyone he was giving too much attention to; attention that rightfully belonged to you, the magnum opus of his work.

any time any of his other soldiers lingered their gaze on him too long, they'd be met with your stare of daggers. your standard-issue fatui mask managed to hide your cover somewhat, but that dark, oppressive aura you radiated could not be obscured.

if someone was staring too close to the doctor, you'd sidle up right by his side, subtly demonstrating only you belong there. dottore would barely pay you any mind if you got that close, these days. you're like his right hand now. both he and you knew it, and if someone else didn't, you would absolutely let them know.

dottore wasn't oblivious to any of this, of course, but he had it wrong. you weren't as protective of him as you were simply out of obligation of duty; it was far more than that, and it always has been. it's not just because he's given you this strength and you want to pay him back somehow.

it's because you love him, and he will love you back one day, one way or another.

[mothgodofchaos]

Photograph

Was given this idea, and I don't see a lot for ol' Wilfy. So here's this!

Wilford Warfstache x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 529

Time with Wilford was rare nowadays, especially with the manor being filled with so many egos. He’s been busy with various interviews of the new people, not allowing for much down time as his schedule has been completely packed. But this afternoon was just for the both of you. The painting supplies are all packed away in the back of the closet, slowly pulling them out to put them onto the floor. The easels are the last thing out as you pile everything into the wagon. 

Pulling it out into the garden, you begin to set everything up for the two of you. The garden is gorgeous today, the roses in full bloom. The sun is shining, the clouds moving slowly in the breeze. He comes out after a few minutes, you sitting in the sun, soaking it up. “Hello there, dearheart! What a fine set up you have here for us!” He cheerfully pats you on the shoulder, setting down a tea set onto one of the outdoor tables. He walks up to his canvas, setting a paintbrush behind his ear as he surveys it through his fingers, both in L’s, framing the edges as he tries to envision it. You giggle as his tongue sticks out the side with one eye closed. Your paint palette is prepped, handing the paints over to him as you begin your sketch. You consider your surroundings, choosing to paint Wilford with the roses and beautiful sky in the background. You smirk as you start your base colors, the composition slowly coming together. Wilford hums as he paints, focusing very intensely on the canvas in front of him. It’s pleasant, peaceful even. It’s not often when you get to catch a break from the hecticness that comes with helping Wilford and Dark with the other egos, but this was a perfect day for it. The sparrows and chickadees that frequent the bird feeders set out sing their songs for you, providing the music for the atmosphere. 

The sunset that evening was pink, matching the hair on his head as you gazed over at him. His eyes meet yours in a look of adoration, a small cheerful smile and wave as you notice how covered in paint he is. You giggle again, snacking on some of the treats he brought out with the tea, long gone as neither of you wanted it to get cold. 

“How does your painting look, dearheart?” 

“Good, I think you’ll enjoy it. Genuinely.” Wilford comes over, admiring the painting over your shoulder as he leans with his elbow on the top of your head. “You really got my likeness, dearheart! It’s almost like you enjoy looking at me~!” You laugh at his tease, pushing his elbow off the top of your head. You walk over to his, seeing a portrait of the two of you, him hugging you from behind. He mimics his work of art, adding a kiss to your forehead.  “It’s almost like a perfect photograph, my dear~”

“Thank you Wilford. Maybe we can recreate it~!”

Whatever plans he had were postponed, there was nothing more he wanted to do than replicate that painting with you.

[adminbryantsaki]

Easter Breeder

Keigo Takami x Reader. (I do not own Hawks/ Keigo Takami. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

Tw: Feederism, breeding kink, Oviposition, going to church, Daddy kink.

Wc: 1,265

You were in the shower getting ready to go to church in the morning with your family. Every fiber of your being did not want to go. You hated church on Easter morning. You had laid out a nice outfit in your favorite color on the bed for you to put on when you got out of the bathroom. In the other room, making breakfast for the both of you, was your boyfriend, Hawks. He wasn’t dressed yet and was only wearing a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You wandered out of your bedroom to find him in the kitchen and you smiled. You skipped over and laced your arms around his waist as you nuzzled into his back. “Morning, Keigo. Happy Easter.” You spoke. He smiled and turned around to face you. “Morning, baby bird. Happy Easter. Did you sleep well?” He asked as he kissed your head and looked down at you. “I sleep ok. Didn’t sleep as good once you left. Where did you go?” You asked in a still sleepy voice. “I got up to make breakfast. Some eggs and sausage and toast. There’s also a little gift for you from the Easter bunny right over there.” He said and gestured to the counter where there was a basket with several chocolate eggs and some other candy scattered around and in the basket. You went to the basket and investigated its contents.  Keigo had filled the basket with all your favorite candies and treats. At the very bottom, there was a couple boxes of gelatin, some egg molds, and an ovipositor. You face blushed bright red and you looked back at him. “Really? You know we go to Easter service with my parents.” You said and held up the wand. “That is for later, baby bird. It kinda goes with the theme of Easter, don’t you think?” He said as he plated the food. You agreed as he handed the plate to you as you sat down with your towel still tightly wrapped around your body. Keigo soon sat across from you and began to eat in silence. When you were done, you got up and put your plate into the dishwasher, and went back to your bedroom to get changed.

You came out a little while later in your spring-themed outfit and kissed Keigo. He was in dark red button-down shirt and black slacks. You stepped back and looked at him. “You clean up good.” You spoke. “You do too, baby. Are you ready?” He asked. You nodded and grabbed your bag and the two of you left to meet up with your parents to go to church. After the service, going out to brunch with your parents, and several subtle hints of eggs going into you, you and Keigo finally made it back to your cozy little apartment. You closed your front door behind you and groaned. Your boyfriend looked at you and kissed your cheek. “Go get changed into something more comfortable. I’ll get the gelatin going.” He told you in your ear. You blushed and ran off to your bedroom to get changed into some short shorts and a longer t-shirt. You walked back into the kitchen. Keigo was in the kitchen, still in his Sunday best over the stove melting the gelatin to instructions he found online. You hugged him again from behind and bit at his earlobe. He smirked and didn’t turn from the stove. “Honey, not yet. I gotta watch this.” He told you. “I can watch it while you go change.” You told him. He handed the spatula to you and went back to the bedroom to change. You stirred the pot of gelatin and water until a timer went off. You read the instructions and poured the hot liquid into the egg molds then put them into the fridge to set up.

Hawks came out wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts. He looked at you as you were munching on some of the candy from our basket earlier. He ran a hand up your back and kissed your head. “You got the eggs setting up?” He asked. You nodded and hopped onto the counter. He moved between your legs and smirked. He kissed you once, twice, and a third time before he pulled away and unwrapped several of the mini cookies and cream eggs with a few of the larger crème eggs and peanut butter eggs, and a rather large chocolate bunny. You looked a little intimidated at the sheer number of sweets in front of you.  He looked at you in the eyes and kissed you. “Let me feed you, please? I like feeding you. Its cute when you eat from my hand.” He said and you nodded. He picked up a handful of the cookies and cream eggs and fed them to you one by one. You began to get a bit of sugar buzz just from that little bit. He picked up the crème eggs and fed one end to you. you bit a part of the chocolate off to reveal the crème center. You began to suck the crème out which made Hawks blush bright shade of pink. You did this with each of the crème eggs until they were all gone. You nuzzled his hand before he fed you the peanut butter eggs. You groaned and leaned into him. He held you and rubbed your slightly bloated stomach. “How do you feel?” “Me brain go brrr.” You told him in a little gremlin voice. He chuckled and helped you off the counter. Once your feet were on the ground, you ran off and went into your shared bedroom and bounced on your bed. He checked on the eggs in the fridge before following you and chuckled when he found you bouncing on the bed. “Someone’s on a sugar high.” He said and leaned against the doorframe to the bedroom. “You’re the one that fed me all the candy! You gotta be responsible for me.” You said and bounced once more and landed on your butt. You giggled like a little kid and he walked to you and gave you a kiss. “The eggs are almost ready, are you?” He asked. “Yes, Daddy.” You told him and he kissed you again. “Get comfortable, baby. I’ll be right back.” He said and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen and retrieve the eggs and the ovipositor wand. He came back to the bedroom and saw you leaning back on the bed with your legs spread. “Let’s begin.~” A few hours later, you had been stuffed full with the half dozen gelatin eggs and your stomach had been rounded out. Your mind was in a blissed-out state and you were cuddled into Keigo’s chest. “That was amazing. I didn’t know basic gel eggs could be so satisfying.” You said and put one of your hands on your stomach. He smiled and put one of his hands on top of yours. “I’m glad you liked it, y/n. Maybe we can do it again sometime?” He suggested and kissed your head. “It also gives the façade of you being pregnant with my clutch. I like it a lot.” He smiled and held you for the rest of the night.

The end.