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[slutforfinnickodair]

HI BBG😻😻 I was wondering if you could write something for Sam Monroe like maybe he has a prince albert piercing?! I’m going feral rn. Okay love yaa

At the piercer

Pairing: Older!F!Reader x Sam Monroe

plot: Sam is in a little need of some money and after one of his friends bets him a lot of it in change for that piercing, he goes to visit one of his friends.

warnings: oral (male receiving), piercings, talk of smoking and use of drugs, age gap — sam is like 21 reader is more like 29, cheating

a/n: holy cow. WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS PLEASE MESSAGE ME😭🙏 By the way guys my inbox is open so please give me some requests😻

word count: 1.4k

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“Yo, dude.” Josh nudged Sam by his shoulders. Sam gave him a look from the side before taking off his headphones that were blasting Metallica a moment ago.

“What do you want?” His hoarse voice made Josh want to laugh but he stood his ground.

“Want to bet five hundred bucks?” Josh said while leaning against the fence of their house.

Sam sighed before thinking of it. Five hundred bucks would be good for at least three pounds of weed. Maybe he could get some cigarettes along with it or even pills.

“What’s the deal?” Sam stood up from the grass, making Josh smirk before he turned his head to look at Thomas.

“He won’t do it man let it go.” Tommy shook his head while Josh kicked his leg making Thomas buckle his knees.

“You got a thing for that Y/N don’t you?” Josh asked while Sam narrowed his eyes at the blonde. Who was he to question if he liked her or not? She was already married for two years now so he had no chance over a man who looked like he was coming out from a Vogue magazine’s frontpage. Plus, he was way younger.

“Just say what you want, Jonathan.” Sam crossed his arms on his chest.

“How about you go to her salon and ask for a piercing?” Josh chuckled while looking down at his own groin.

The raven haired boy instantly shook his head.

“Come on Sam, it's gonna be fun. Don’t be such a pimp. Isn’t this what you want after all? Some weed and pills. You know five hundred dollars isn’t a small amount of money” Josh teased.

“I’m not doing it anyways.” Sam said. “Either if I get the money or not.”

“Are you shy? That she will see how small your dick actually is?” Thomas laughed while Josh kicked him again.

Sam tilted his head backwards. A piercing? Down there? Sure for five hundred it wasn’t really a big deal but he wasn’t even sure Y/N could do something like that.

“Fine, I'll do it.” Sam suddenly said while Josh smirked and patted Thomas on his back while turning around and walking back into their house.

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Sam walked into your shop, hearing the bell echo through the building as he stepped inside and closed the door behind himself.

“Oh, Hi Sam.” You said as you spotted him across the reception. He was wearing flared jeans with one of those metal rock bands on it that you casually knew the name of but didn’t listen to any of their songs.

“Hi.” He said while walking over to you.

“What brings you in today?” You asked while pulling out your notepad to add a new customer for today. You only had five today and it was already two in the afternoon so it was quite a slow day.

Now this was the part where Sam lost all of his confidence just looking at you all over again.

You had your hair pinned up so it didn’t fall into your sight. You were wearing a blouse with nothing underneath so he saw your nipple piercings poking through the fabric.

He felt his mouth watering up at the sight as you leant against the counter, writing his name in in your diary.

“Well..umm.” He started but then stopped again as you looked up at him. “I..”

You tilted your head smiling slightly as you saw a little red creeping up to his face.

“I’m guessing you want it somewhere private.” You said while he let out a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Nipple piercings?” You guessed while looking up at him.

“No.”

You tried to think of anything that could weird out a twenty one year old boy, then the question suddenly left your mouth.

“A cockring?” You asked while Sam breathed out and nodded his head slowly.

“Okay.” You got up from behind the counter and walked towards the mattress where you did all of your job.

“Lay down.” You said while sitting down on the barstool next to him.

Sam laid down as you said and stared at the ceiling while you got some of the stuff that was needed. You put on some gloves, searching for a needle and the disinfectant with a cotton swab nearby.

“Are you nervous?” You asked to make a brief conversation.

“A little.” He admitted while readjusting his position.

“Don’t worry it will be fine.” You said while turning around. “Though you would need to pull your jeans and underwear down.” You said while waiting for him to do so.

“Oh right.” He murmured while quickly fidgeting with his belt.

Your thoughts suddenly drifted away. You’ve been doing piercings for Sam since he turned seventeen. Of course you thought he looked fine but he was way too young for you. You were already twenty five when you met.

Your husband wouldn’t give a shit if you just went and slept around, because he did the same. Not that you did care, you needed the money and that was it.

Sam was different, you only thought of him as a one night stand and even that was a huge mistake to think of. He probably had many women drooling around him; he didn't need one who was married.

“Okay so.” You started while looking at his pretty face. “You know I would like you to get a little bit aroused before we start this so the needle can easily pierce your skin.” You dared not to look down at his member. Sam paid attention to this as he stared right into your gorgeous eyes, waiting for you to finally touch him even if it meant his head would be swelling for a good two weeks.

“I’ll leave you alone to do this.” You said while getting up from the barstool that you were seated on. Sam wanted to call out for you but he rather closed his mouth and watched as you walked behind the counter again, looking up at the clock before diving your head into one of your notebooks where you rearranged some appointments that were off for today. You were basically just scribbling down whatever came to your mind.

By the time you walked back to where Sam was, you saw exactly how he was currently rubbing himself, trying to get ready. All you saw was that the poor boy tried to do his best but he was still limp. You pulled at your lips as a wicked thought ran up into your head.

Jacking him off wouldn’t be cheating would it be?

You didn’t care though, you walked over to him and sat back on the barstool. When he noticed you he quickly pulled away his hands, staring at you.

“Seems like you don’t have anyone to think about.” You said while he gulped down his spit. Gosh how could you be so hot and confident at the same time?

“Trust me, I do.” He murmured while looking down at your cleavage.

“Okay pretty boy well how about I help you out a little bit?” You suggested while pulling out something like lube from one of your drawers.

“You would?” He asked surprised.

Oh god, she’s going to stroke my dick.

“Well if I need to..” You pressed some of that lube on your fingertips looking down at him.

Sam kept looking at you, praying not to cum in a minute under your hands. You probably had no time for him anyways.

You looked him into the eyes once before taking his tip between your fingertips, rubbing the lube right on the skin.

This was the first time Sam held his moans back, trying to gain composure as you kept flicking the head with your hands. If you kept going like this you would be having to see him cumming all over your hand.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as you went faster. You even forgot this wasn’t supposed to be a blowjob until the very moment you got thick ropes of white coming down your hands.

A soft gasp left your lips but even then you kept going. Sam twitched underneath your hand, groaning once you sped up again.

“You gonna cum again for me baby?” You purred while now your hand was caressing his entire length.

“Yes..” He gasped while you kept smirking.

Let’s just say Sam Monroe turned out to visit your salon more after that encounter. Plus, he always made sure your husband would see the leftover marks that your setting powder couldn’t cover.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I didn't want to say that here since you love Leona now but I actually hate that lion guy😭😭 I feel like he would bully me for just existing!

Like this part in book 3 when he made us fight his dorm members so we could stay in the dorm makes me look at him like this 😒 like sir I'm magicless and homeless and physically weak and you want me to fight your muscled dorm members + they have magic!😭😭 Why?! At this rate I would have slept in one of the class rooms instead 😞I mean it was Grim do the fighting but still! But that's not the only reason I have other reasons why I hate him 😭 (I'm scared of him lol)

I have beef with that lion guy😞

I don't see myself loving him any soon but who knows maybe one day I would feel in love with him like you 🫢

Lemme tell you this right here and right now: I have learned from observation that there are no bigger L*ona haters out there than L*ona stans themselves 💀 We They will say, "Leona Kingscholar is literally the fucking worst character not just in Twisted Wonderland, but in all media that has ever and will ever be conceived. Hate that guy, what a shitty scumbag," one moment and then turn right around and kiss our their lion merch with all the tender love and care a human could possibly lavish an object with.

ANYWAY, that's beside the point. I don't like this character of which you speak of.

Early main story Leona is definitely the type to bully the crud out of others 💀 To be fair to him though, honestly any dorm (other than Heartslabyul) would have been reluctant to house a pair that they have little to no personal connection with. The students at NRC are known for their pride and reluctance to help each other out, right? Night Raven College also has a culture of "the strong obey the weak", so to have Yuu and Grim "earn their keep" by demonstrating their strength makes sense. The other dorms would have probably demanded similar things of them, regardless of how downtrodden and dreary their circumstances are. It's not like Azul or the mob students showed Yuu and Grim any mercy before. Most of the student population is not nice or welcoming, especially if there's nothing in it for them to gain. In this case, Leona would be gaining two temporary students that aren't deadweights to him. Of course, that doesn't justify what he did/said in book 3 or any of the other things he did/said. It doesn't mean you have to like the guy for what he did. It's just that I don't know if that one scene is a specific-to-Leona asshole move. I do want to point to the Episode of Octavinelle manga too; in that, Leona doesn't make Yuuta fight mobs to sleep over, he accepts Yuuta's cooking abilities as a substitute. This loops right back around to what I was saying about "earning your keep" and how most NRC students won't want to help you out unless you have something to offer them in return. For Yuuta, that was his culinary skills. For in-game Yuu and Grim, it had to be combat prowess. Is it cruel in comparison to letting them sleep over in return for nothing? Yes, absolutely. But is it in character for them to be selfish about it? Also yes, absolutely. I think it's fine to have as a characterization moment--though whether you enjoy this or not is up to the individual fan.

I get that he's not going to appeal to everyone. Leona definitely comes off as intimidating and he has plenty of other traits to loathe. Every character will have people that dislike them or even outright hate them. That's completely normal and should be expected, since everyone has different experiences, tastes, and perspectives to bring to the table--each equally as valid as the last. Feelings can change over time, feelings can stay the same. Whatever happens, it's fine! No one decent is going to hold a (water) gun to your head and force you to like L*ona. Enjoy fandom in your own way!

That being said 💦💦 I will advise that you avoid sending messages of, "I actually HATE this character that you happen to like" into people's inboxes. It's okay to have a different opinion than the fan you're expressing the opinion to, but you should keep in mind that it's not always appropriate to voice it or to press the matter. I might be generally indifferent about discussing why we like or dislike certain characters, but others might not be so happy to get a message that could be considered bashing on their favorite(s). Again, just be mindful of others and their boundaries!

[deppytwistverse]

NRC's Valentine Service~💘

Welcome to the Night Raven College Valentine’s Special Host Club!

Tonight, romance fills the air as we invite you to indulge in an evening of charm, elegance, and unforgettable memories. Let your heart be captivated by the spellbinding atmosphere, where laughter and love awaits.

Allow us to introduce your esteemed hosts for this special occasion: Tod Vultire, Fatin Samaka, and Zeronis Gentlehaven.

Whether you seek playful conversation, refined elegance, or a night of lighthearted fun, our hosts are here to make this Valentine’s day one to remember. So, dearest guest, shall we begin? 💕

Hiya everyone!

To thank you for all the love you have given my fellow boys over the years, i bring you a treat~

For the upcoming week, my inbox will be open for you to request a special interaction from one of my boys. Be it a kiss on the back of your hand or a date on the beach at sunset, they shall be there for whatever your heart desires💕

below, you will find the rules for this event, the menu, and of course meeting the hosts themselves.

Rules

I'm not obligated to answer any asks i do not feel comfortable doing, or for any other reason.

🍰- Roleplays and OCs are more than welcomed!

🍰- Only one ask and host per person.

🍰- Slight suggestive themes are ok, keep it pg 16.

🍰- No cannon characters

🍰- be patient and respectful, this is a one man team.

🍰- No fetish or kink related requests

The submission period ends 21.2

To order, you need to include in the message somewhere:

Order Emoji

Who you would like to host you.

The Menu

The menu is to be used by you, the guest, to order what service you'd like to receive. Be aware that i will not answer any asks for this event if it fails to include a selected emoji.

You can also add on specifics, where the date could take place? Where you'd like your kiss etc.

🍫💝~ A kiss 🥂💓~ a date 🥞💗~ Head pats/face grabs 🍨💞~ A dance 💌~ Custom order

Custom orders are for services that aren't mentioned, and can be of anything you desire, within reasonable limits of course.

The Hosts

Tod Vultire | 18

🤍Introverted 🤍Observant 🤍Tolerant

The awkward type. A humble student from Pomefiore who avoids the spotlight as much as he can. He is skillful with the camera and has an interest in murder mysteries.

Fatin Samaka | 19

🧡Seductive 🧡Insightful 🧡Self-confident

The Charming type. A performer of Octovinelle's Monstro Lounge. With his good looks and charming act he attracts his customers. He also lives for the drama and gossip.

Zeronis Gentlehaven | 17

💚Courteous 💚Seld-assured 💚Insecure

The Rebellious type. An Ex prince from Diasomnia, who rebels against his family's status quo. Who believes magic to be a blessing to all, yet holding his own talents back.

I hope you'll have a delightful time at our event, farewell~

[choccy-milky]

(SPOILER WARNING to people who haven't read your story) I SWEAR to GOD!!!! This is borderline anon-hate with my current state of mind after finishing The Raven and The Snake over this weekend. I finished it in two days. I'm a mess. I've even started making a playlist because I feel like I can't properly enter reality again. I'm supposed to be writing my bachelors thesis right now,,,, what have you done to me!!!!

I loved it so so so much, and I am very mad I cannot have a collectors edition hardback version of it on my shelf. There are many many moments that keep replaying in my head, and scenes that I saw so vividly when reading through it. The first imperio moment and Sebs shadow and imperio-green eyes as Clora was held captive, and the entire scene in the repository and how I was physically shaking as I slowly realised that Seb had made a fucking horcrux, and when it was CONFIRMED the GASP i GUSPED. It was so perfect, and so very Sebastian; because OF COURSE he made a horcrux (lowkey hot, sue me).

And the scene where Clive realised Seb straight up just died for his daughter without knowing he would be back, oh my dear lord.

And the idea of Seb being seen as a 'Ruffian' and that little mamas boi bitch of a Henry thinking his hand-me-down-riches, muggle ass would be preferable to a powerful wizard. I secretly wished they didn't have to keep magic a secret so Henry could have known just how inferior he was. AND SEB APPARATING SO FAR UMPH the skilllll.

I could go on and on and on, and maybe I will some other time in your inbox when I have another mental breakdown.

And now I'm also almost done with the small sequel. Just taking a break to bombard you with this unhinged message of mine. And how you draw Sebastian is so fucking good. It's actually what got me reading in the first place. I see your version as being in a completely separate universe from the game, cause the way you draw him just has that something, and it's not the same anywhere else. It certainly doesn't help my obsession that my own boyfriend has the same features and colour palette as him, now I think I might even use your art as inspo for next time we need wardrobe additions.

I love you and I hate you.

Ps. Of course I added Sarah Smiles to the playlist and also Far too young to Die, and Just One Yesterday. If you've any other songs you think match please let me knowww~~

BRUHHHHH I ALMOST FEEL NARCISSISTIC FOR POSTING/RESPONDING TO THIS ASK BC ITS JUST PRAISE BUT DAMN THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭😭😭IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!! FORGET WRITING YOUR BACHELORS THESIS, TY FOR WRITING A THESIS ON WHY U LOVED MY FIC SO MUCH AND ALL THE LIL THINGS U ENJOYED BAHAHAHA (love the henry slander) im also glad u like how i draw seb too, and i love how thats what made u start reading it in the first place BAHAH but fr, sometimes i try drawing seb more accurately to his ACTUAL appearance and then im like... Who The Hell is this... and it may sound arrogant since im the artist but my seb is MY seb, yknow...its why i dont like drawing him with other mc's romantically. bc even tho its like, oh look, that's Sebastian Sallow™ from the hit game Hogwarts Legacy™! in my style if i draw him with another MC, its like, NO!!! THATS NOT SEBASTIAN SALLOW™, THATS CLORA'S HUSBAND🤺🤺THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BOI??🤺🤺🤺 LMAOO but rly TY AGAIN💖💖💖 not only for reading but also taking the time to write all this and let me know how much you enjoyed it🥹🥹i (and all writers, really) always love getting stuff like this!! it also brings me back to when i was writing it, especially now that ive been finished with my fic for a few months, listening to u react to all the diff scenes is making me miss it and giving me nostalgia for my own damn fic FRRR😩 also i love that youre making a playlist LMAOO thats how u know the brainrot truly has a hold on you IM SO SORRY🙏🙏 i actually made a seb and clora playlist like last year and its somewhere in my ask tag if you look through that?? but one song that i can recommend off the top of my head (which i almost made their anthem in that OTP chart) is arms tonite by mother mother...whenever i listen to it i cant help but laugh to myself bc its SO perfect for the chap where seb sacrifices himself....YOULL SEE WHEN U LISTEN😇💖

[alloftheimaginesblog]

breakfast {peter parker}

been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me

prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

character: peter parker tasm x reader

The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.

Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.

"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.

He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.

Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.

I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)

You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.

When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.

"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."

You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.

Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."

Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."

He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.

You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"

He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.

So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.

[o9t1mus-x]

like a doll's eyes (papa emeritus iv x reader)

pairing: papa emeritus iv x gender neutral reader

warnings: suggestive jokes

summary: After the most exhausting week in a while, you and Copia decide to cuddle up. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Copia is ravenous.

word count: 1.2k

authors note: first time writing for copia like this! i am a little anxious to post this, but when am i not? anywho, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! requests and inbox are also open, so send a message if you feel so inclined! love ya'll <3

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“Can you please pass me the cheese doodles?” 

“Cheese doodles? You mean cheese puffs?” 

“Do not scold me on words, cara/o.” 

You scoff incredulously, smiling to yourself. “Y’know, I get mad when you call yourself old, but you’re really showing your age with the usage of cheese doodle.” You lean over, grabbing the large tub of cheese puffs you had managed to snatch earlier from the dining hall. Usually you had to bring it back to the kitchens by morning, but Copia had some privileges. Such privileges included regular use of Clergy cars, first pick of seating at Black Mass, and apparently all the cheese puffs you wanted. You used to wonder just how he managed to get all of his Juicy Juices. The answer was that nobody had the guts to stop Papa from raiding the snack cabinets.

You hold the tub to your side, popping off the lid and setting in on the coffee table. Copia was currently leaning against you, his head against your tucked in knees. His hand was around your leg, petting it absentmindedly. His hands were degloved, though you couldn’t tell much of a difference through the lounge pants you had on, as well as the throw blanket tossed over your legs. Copia’s room tended to run cold, even during the winter. 

You lean over, turning over to see him lift his head up and look up at you. He had taken off his paints, the only hint of them ever being there was the small amount of black that had collected in the inner points of his eyes. His lips have a faint glossy sheen, the lip balm you had given him as a gift surely working its magic. Your hands dip into the tub and pull one brilliantly crunchy puff, retreating out of the tub and remaining pinned between your pointer finger and thumb. 

Copia looks at you, his head laid against your knee. His mouth opens, his hand leaving your leg and pointing towards his mouth. “Here, please. Thank you.” He says quietly, his tone teasing. 

You pull your hand back away from him slightly, cheese ball still between your fingers. “Didn’t you just brush your teeth before we started the movie?” Right now the two of you are watching Jaws, the heat of summer making you both yearn for a good summer spook. While you have been paying some attention, the both of you had been inclined to spend this time luxuriating in the quiet of Copia’s room. While it hadn’t been the most busy week, the days seemed to move slower than molasses in the blistering heat. Every minute of this week had drug on, leaving you with a deep exhaustion that only a night with your lovely Papa can cure. 

“Yes, I did, but now I am wanting a cheese doodle. I can just brush them again.” He shrugged, a small grin lighting up his face. You can’t help but notice just how deep the circles are under his eyes in the glow of the tv screen. 

You hum, trying to hide the smile desperately attempting to make itself known. “Is it safe to brush your teeth twice in one night? Won’t you get, like, fluoride poisoning?”

He frowns, a contemplative look passing over his eyes. “Hmm, I am not so sure. Maybe if I swallow my toothpaste?” 

You purse your lips questioningly, dangling the cheese ball over him. “And do you do that?” 

He scoffs, his lips turning up into a small smile, clearly satisfied with where this is going. “Nope, I have not done this. Maybe as a kid, I remember the bubblegum one was enjoyable.” 

You chuckle and mercifully decide to take pity on him, and the cheese ball descends, quickly popping into Copia’s mouth with a resounding crunch. He swallows quickly, his body rising from your knee to look at you at face level. “Hm, thank you cara. I am thinking that Papa needs more, will you give me another one please?” 

You giggle, meeting his gaze with an exaggerated look of surprise. “You’re going to turn into a cheese puff yourself at this rate.” 

Copia chuckles, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, his lips soft and slightly sticky against your skin. While distracted by his sweet gesture, his hands come to grasp around your hips, pulling you towards him on the couch. His kisses continue, pressed slowly against your face. 

“I can be a cheese puff, I do not care about this. Would you eat me?” He whispers softly, his arms finally holding you around your middle. You giggle, no longer being able to ignore the feathery kisses that are quite honestly, starting to tickle you in the most pleasant way. 

“Is this some weird roleplay?” You whisper back, feeling his lips curl into a grin against the skin of your neck. You start to relax into his arms, his skin warm against where your sweatshirt has ridden up. He sighs, hot puffs of warmth into your deliciously soft skin. 

“Eh, maybe. I would not want to be a cheese doodle, maybe an Oreo. The makeup, si?” He says plainly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

You can’t hold in the laugh that bubbles up in your chest, and neither can he. You relax against the shoulder of the couch, Copia falling onto your stomach with a small puff of air. You raise your hands, running them through the brown and silver that captivates you every day. It’s getting a bit long, you notice, and make a note to yourself to ask if he wants to schedule an appointment with his hairstylist. But for now you’ll enjoy the way the softness of it feels against your palms.

Copia sighs, and his shoulders relax at your kind touch. He would not give this up, not for anything. The feeling of your body against his is a balm to his heart, the thing he looks forward to curling up against at the end of the day. He doesn’t want to remember a time before he had heard your jokes, the way you giggle against his neck, the way you say his name so sweetly. 

“You are so soft.” He mumbles, his cheek nestled against your stomach. 

You smile, the feeling of absolute adoration you can never avoid when you’re with him making itself known. “And you’re sweet.” You whisper. You watch his eyes go from half lidded to closed, his eyelids flickering at the lights of the TV screen. Jaws has been long forgotten, Quint is hanging halfway out of the shark's jaws in a lifeless heap as it slides back into the deep. 

Your hands gingerly leave his hair, where they let the tub sit on the ground, not caring about the lid. You can feel yourself slip into the sleep you’ve desperately needed, the warm weight of Copia pulling you away from reality. Your hands return, relocating to his shoulders and resting there. His breath has evened out to nasally snores, soft wheezy rasps that surprisingly have never bothered you, only endeared him further to you. 

“Love you.” You whisper, your eyes slipping closed as the movie continues, Copia does not respond, but the way his arms wrap around your middle so softly and the way his cheek presses further into your tummy only makes your heart clench in a way you’ve only ever felt for him, and will remain so.

[melhyan]

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i'm so confused rn. i swear i had this ask in my inbox, bc i've had the prompts written in my doc for ages, but it's gone. i have no idea what the actual message said now, but clearly it was for angsty kevjean. so sorry if it was from a non-anonymous user and you now won't be tagged in this, but alas, here we are, i hope you all enjoy

3. “When's the last time you slept?”

4. “Stay. Please stay.”

19. “What can I do to be enough for you?”

23. “Did they hurt you?”

Kevin barrelled into Jean's room with forgotten urgency. This feeling, he recognised, used to be so familiar to him that his body remembered it instantly and tried to push Kevin away, back out of this room and this house and to safety. But even if his body's response hadn't changed, Kevin had. 

He kept going until he reached Jean, and then went to one knee at Jean's feet. He waited a beat for Jean to look at him—for his dull expression to shift in acknowledgement, in acceptance—and put both hands on Jean's shoulders. They fluttered by his neck, brushing his jaw, before Kevin twisted them firmly in the fabric of Jean's t-shirt. “Did they hurt you?” he demanded.

For a moment, Jean stared at Kevin like he didn't understand the question, but that wasn't it. Kevin realised Jean wasn't confused by the suspicion of what might have happened or the expression of concern in itself. He was thrown by the fact it was Kevin asking. 

“No,” Jean said, eventually, which Kevin accepted as honest, even though it couldn't have been true. 

None of their ex-teammates would have any love lost for Jean. They'd never even had it for Kevin. But Kevin had been detached from them all in a similar way to Riko, in that they were beneath him by rule. Kevin would never forget or mistake a single one of their faces, but a run-in with them nowadays would be uncomfortable at most. 

Jean wasn't like Kevin, but neither had he the luxury of being like the other Ravens. Aside from the three of them, every person who played on Edgar Allan's court broke their own backs for the opportunity and chose to shred every remainder of themselves to stay. 

Kevin was fairly sure Jean had never been granted a choice in his life. He was not only underfoot with the rest of the Ravens, he was ten levels below in the ninth circle of Hell. 

There were no obvious signs of injury, so Kevin accepted Jean's answer for what it was. He hadn't been physically harmed today. “They should know better than to come near you,” Kevin said, internally amused at how much he sounded like Andrew and how much the effect was blunted, coming from him. 

Until recently, Kevin had been the only one not to treat Jean as a hundred times lesser. Asking Jean if his ex-teammates had hurt him was a stupid, pointless question, but thinking past beyond today's events made Kevin feel unsteady and ill, so he didn't. It was cowardly, but what was this piece of guilt on top of the years he'd already built up, all for the man before him? 

Jean's derisive look said he agreed Kevin's bravado was laughable. Or maybe it said Kevin's opinion was unwanted, because it was unfair for Kevin to say they shouldn't have been there when he hadn't been there to stop them. 

“Jean,” Kevin started, helplessly, then realised he had nothing else to say. 

Jean reached up to cover Kevin's hands with his own and unknot them from his t-shirt. For a moment he held them there in the space between them. Kevin waited for a tight grip, or even for Jean to pull Kevin's hands towards him, but he couldn't be surprised when in the end Jean pushed them back. 

Kevin's gaze followed Jean's hands as they retreated back to his sides, and he curled his own fingers towards his palms. He pressed his lips into a thin line and kept his eyes on Jean's knees. Like this, at Jean's feet with his head bowed, he was a sinner begging for forgiveness. There was no opportunity left for confession; all he could do was live in this purgatory and wait for his damnation, knowing Jean would never give it. 

Neither did Jean grant him a blessing. When the silence stretched, Kevin nodded. He didn't look at Jean again as he pushed to feet and turned to the door. 

“What can I do,” Jean started wonderingly, “to be enough for you?” 

His tone was light, and he'd switched to French. It sounded more like he was thinking to himself rather than really asking Kevin, but it was enough to stop Kevin in his tracks. 

He couldn't look at Jean yet, but he couldn't let him think he was leaving now, so he closed his eyes and turned back. “Jean,” he repeated, equally helpless and more brokenly than before. 

The question was unfair on a number of levels, but to Jean rather than Kevin. The truth of the fact was that Kevin was the one lacking; Kevin was the one who could not give Jean what he needed, much less what he deserved. He'd never been able to and it was a heartless suggestion to think he could start now. Nothing would ever repay for what he'd done, or more what he'd failed to do. The truth was Jean should have been the closest thing to an equal Kevin had, with the number on his cheek and Riko in a league of his own, but neither of them had ever been allowed that illusion. Kevin's number was a ranking that gave him some safety and privilege; Jean's was a property stamp that made him more object than human. 

Kevin had been witness to what that meant. He'd told himself—coddled himself with the reassurance—that he had no power to change it, but the truth was he'd never thought to try. Self-preservation was an excuse he no longer put on his cowardice. 

He could never make up for it, but he could stop repeating those mistakes. He forced his eyes open and took in Jean with more scrutiny. It was odd still, seeing him with any colour, though the deep blue shirt was only a few steps up from black. It hid all the old scars Kevin knew was there, but he could only hope there was no recent damage disguised there. The rest of Jean's skin was unmarked and pale as ever but for the dark bags under his eyes. 

“When's the last time you slept?” Kevin asked, primary concern momentarily shifting. 

Jean gave him an unimpressed look. “A few hours ago.”

“For how long?”

Jean looked away. 

Kevin sighed—he was almost relieved at the flicker of irritation. “You will be no good to anyone without sleep.”

“It is not for lack of trying,” Jean bit, then immediately pressed his lips shut and raised a hand to his neck. 

Kevin shot forward to intercept him, catching both of Jean's hands and pressing them firmly down into his lap. He'd gotten to his knees again, because it seemed that's where he needed to be. “Don't,” Kevin said. “Don't do that. I can't bear when you do that.” He had witnessed enough people hurt Jean while he'd been unable to interfere; he couldn't allow Jean to hurt himself. There was a time when the idea of it had been Kevin's worst nightmare. He'd thought it past, with the two of them too estranged for anything to feel the same, but he knew even now it would ruin him. Being apart from Jean was painful necessity; losing Jean was inevitable; Jean being gone was unimaginable and unforgivable, and Kevin would never come back from it. 

He knew Jean was silently fuming at his interference—how could he not be, when it was much too little much too late, when Kevin had no right to be acknowledged by Jean anymore never mind to be near him in this way—but he didn't fight back. His hands curled around Kevin's in a brief, fierce squeeze, then slackened again. 

“What can I do?” Kevin asked, a bare whisper. It was a rephrasing of Jean's own question, with the knowledge nothing from Kevin would ever be enough. “Tell me what I can do. Please.”

Kevin couldn't take his gaze off Jean, now that Jean wasn't looking at him, his eyes hovering somewhere between Kevin's tattoo and the bare corner of his collarbone. It seemed an age before Jean finally responded in whispered French. “Stay. Please stay.”

It was clear this was a plea Jean didn't expect anyone to answer, and Kevin had only himself to blame. He would have to be heartless not to try and correct it. Nothing would fix what he hadn't done, but he could do something now. He was here now. 

He wasted no time getting to his feet, and before Jean could get any thoughts about him leaving, he was winding his arms around Jean's head and pulling him near. Jean's forehead pressed hard against the bottom of Kevin's sternum as Kevin knotted his hands in Jean's hair. As soon as he'd moved, Jean's hands rose instinctively, as if to reach for Kevin or wrap protectively around himself. Now he didn't hesitate to settle them around Kevin's waist, tangling tight in the back of Kevin's shirt. 

“I'm here,” Kevin said, quiet but fierce, because at least this was true now. “I've got you.”

Jean clung to him, and Kevin pretended not to notice the wet hiccup of his breath, and for a moment they held each other firm and didn't dare break it. Eventually, Kevin couldn't bear the tense set of Jean's shoulders. He murmured, still keeping Jean's language, a soft, “Come here,” so Jean had no time to panic in the beat Kevin's grip loosened so he could manoeuvre them. 

It was an awkward fit; Jean's twin bed wasn't really meant for two men of their size, but little could deter Kevin once he'd set his mind to something. He made it work with arms tucked around Jean's shoulders and Jean's head in the crook of his neck, their legs curled up from the end of the bed and slotted awkwardly together. Kevin couldn't bring himself to care that Jean's knee was digging sharply into his calf with Jean's breath evening out and his hold an easy circle around Kevin's middle. They'd had to be wary of this kind of closeness in the Nest, though Kevin had offered it as meagre comfort where he could. It meant Jean was a familiar weight against him, but the feeling of safety was tenfold what they'd had before. 

In a voice slurred with oncoming slumber, Jean mumbled one last, doubtful, “Stay.” 

Kevin held on tighter, shifted his head on the pillow, and resolved himself to a few hours of discomfort. It wouldn't be enough, but it might convince Jean he could ask once more, and that would be something. 

[crownofefflorescence]

Well, Tumblr ate my entire inbox this afternoon...

This seems to be a common tumblr misfortune (it's possible something similar has even happened before without me knowing?) but there is at least one anonymous ask from today that appeared in my notifications and which I can no longer access.

I can guess that it was about your MC's name from the notification, but it's impossible for me to click it and read more. So if you want to re-send that message, Anon, you certainly can - but if not, please don't worry about it. Especially since there are no guarantees that it won't be devoured instantly for a second time by this ravenous hellsite. 😭

Seriously, WHY DID TUMBLR EAT ALL OF MY ASKS? I was hoarding some funny but un-post-able messages, too.

Maybe this is a temporary glitch, but I doubt it.

Farewell to my inbox!

[starfeedings]

Willy Wonka and the Feeding Factory

Mr. Willy Wonka is back and fully inspired by the overindulgence and fatting decadence he has seen here on Tumblr. He has decided to send five Golden messages to worthy feedees whose blogs he finds most promising. This is an extraordinary occurrence as he has long since closed access to his factory due to problems concerning industrial espionage that ultimately led him to fire all his employees. In that time, he expanded his factory far beyond a typical candy factory and, in the process, made it the ultimate feeding compound. Wonka is a fat admirer, famous feeder, and lover of gaining. Overnight, he made the following Tumblr post:

Greetings Feedee's

I am going to be issuing five golden messages to 5 lucky feedees.

The recipients of these messages will be given a full tour of my new feeding factory, a one-month stay in the feeding compound, a lifetime supply of food, and next-level advice.

Best of luck,

WW

As you read the post, you were unbelievably excited about this opportunity and knew you had a chance. You had gone all into the feedist lifestyle and gained over 175 pounds in the past few years and were excited to get even fatter! You constantly ensured you were eating, and your favorite evening activity was to stuff yourself until you couldn't eat another bite. You knew there was a lot of competition, but you wished for this fantastic opportunity! Being familiar with the scene, you learned three messages had already been sent. You started your evening routine with a massive bowl of pasta and hoped beyond hope that your inbox notification would signal. Checking your newsfeed, you found out that message four had been sent. Feeling hopeless, you opened a carton of ice cream and a bag of cookies. You got so stuffed and floated into a dream after some belly rubs.

When you woke up, you picked up your phone and saw four unread messages. Could it be? Never. You cautiously opened your Tumblr app, and .... You couldn’t believe it!!!!! You got the final message …. GOLDEN MESSAGE # 1 !!!!!!!!! You were absolutely giddy and got up out of your bed as fast as you could. This wasn't very fast, as the fat that hung all over your body was flopping everywhere. Once you were up, you waddled to the kitchen to eat some donut holes and be sure that the message you received was what you thought it was; it was!!! With your # 1 golden ticket, you would be the first feedee chosen and start your experience in a few short months!

You couldn't wait to go to England to get fatter, so you immediately kicked your food intake into overdrive! Instead of your normal day-long eating, you supplemented your diet with bags of trail mix and weight gain shakes, and most evenings, you even surprised yourself with your eating capacity.

Before long, the day arrived, and you were picked up by a limousine to take you to the airport. You were wearing black tights and a flowing blue top. The drive would take about 45 minutes, but this ride would be fun with full catering! You had just eaten, but why not eat again? During the ride, you ate two footlong sandwiches, a few bags of chips, and about a dozen cookies. Arriving at the airport, you were dropped off right by the private plane and greeted by members of the Wonka Air team. Much to your delight, there was an escalator to take you up to the jet door. Once on board the Wonkajet, you noticed the seats were more like couches—lots of room and lots of food. Willy Wonka thought of everything! Still stuffed from the ride to the airport, you proceeded to nibble and gorge until you couldn't take another bite. You then fell asleep, waking up when the plane touched down in London.

As you were lowered off the plane by a custom lift, you were immediately picked up by the Wonkavan. Absolutely ravenous, you inhaled a huge breakfast en route to the factory. Fried cheesecake pancakes, breakfast burritos, eggs and toast, sausage and bacon, and waffles with ice cream. Yum! After eating, you saw an antique sign out your window with an arrow pointing to Wonka Chocolate. You couldn't believe you were almost there!

As the van pulled up, the factory and compound looked majestic. You saw tall towers and a sprawling campus with a very avant-garde architectural style. When you stepped out of the van, you were surrounded by people. Your flowing top started to blow up in the wind, and I'm sure some of the crowd got to see your belly. You blushed and waved to them before being interviewed by the local media. A reporter asked you a question you were more than happy to answer: “What are you hoping to get out of your stay at the Wonka Factory?”. You said, "seeing the scale number go higher and higher" and "to become a lazy eating machine.”

Willie Wonka then greeted you. He was taller than you expected and wore a purple suit and top hat. Willy said, "Hi, welcome, follow me," then you were escorted to a bright red couch to sit and watch a short play in the factory courtyard. There were about 50 ceramic piggies jumping and dancing to music in a pool of chocolate. It was adorable and fun until one of the piggies fell off the track and appeared to drown. Odd for sure, but you remembered Mr. Wonka was eccentric. You were sooo excited to be there!

Next, you were taken to the Wonka Intake Lounge for your first weigh-in, factory rules, and your new outfit.

Your initial weigh-in was 15 pounds more than when you got your ticket, so your ramped-up eating had really paid off!

The Rules of the Experience

1. All the food is yours. Nothing is off-limits.

2. I will feed you until you say stop.

3. There is no such thing as being hungry or embarrassing yourself for eating too much.

4. No matter how fat you get, I would want you to feel comfortable about getting fatter.

5. Weigh-in is every Saturday morning. We measure and don’t guess.

6. You won't know your actual weight until the last day of the experience.

7. Have fun!

Next, you were issued a high-tech expandable suit. This suit streamed data to the factory and gave Willy all your measurements and body fat percentages. You were a little concerned, as clothes never seemed to fit, but Willy assured you that these clothes were unique and would mold to your body. He said, "When you feel them get tight, you can either enjoy the stuffed feeling or press the button on your belt and then the suit will readjust to a perfect fit.” You put it on, and it fits like a glove! You were so excited and couldn't wait to fill it out!

After check-in, you were escorted to the Grand Edible Playroom. It was updated from anything seen in movies and was a candy-colored world of bliss. You stepped onto a moving sidewalk and were taken to the central dock. From there, you could eat flowers from the garden, books from the library, or any number of chocolates from Confectionary Row. This row had about 50 candy stores with all the best candy recipes worldwide. The dock also had boats that would take you to Cheesecake Valley, Donut Hole, or Caramel Square. You couldn't believe your eyes. Everything was technicolor, and the sights, smells, and tastes were out of this world. You decided to hop onto an elevator and take the slide into a pool of milk chocolate. It was shallow, so you didn't have to swim, and you could just slurp the chocolate and munch on the lily pads. You spent hours eating all kinds of things until you couldn't even imagine taking another bite. From there, you were shown your room.

In your room, you were first shown a special tablet device with pictures of all your favorite foods. All you had to do was touch the image, and the food would be immediately delivered via butler. There was also a button on the device to call the transport cart. Once called, the cart would pick you up and take you anywhere in the compound you wanted. In addition to the carts, you noticed many moving walkways and escalators everywhere. No walking, yay!

You really wanted to order food from your tablet but were sooo full from the Edible Playroom. You complained that it wasn't fair. How can I be in such a place and be limited by my appetite? Willy walked in and handed you a little cup. "Drink this," he said with a smile. "What is it?" you asked. Willy explained that it was a sweet tropical-flavored juice with magic powers. You gulped it down and were a little disappointed. "Nothing happened, Willy?" You said. Willy replied, "Wait about ten more seconds and tell me if you are hungry.” In about 5 seconds, you felt a jolt in your stomach and then a deep hunger pang. "Wowwwww," you said. "Does someone want to order food?" Willy said as he walked out the door with a smile. You grabbed your tablet and ordered everything you were craving: burritos, mac n’ cheese, burgers, and anything else on your mind. You were so hungry!

As you finished your feast, you noticed a butler had left 6 cups of the tropical hunger-reviving juice by the television. You were going to be eating around the clock! As you started walking towards the bathroom, you noticed the floor was soft and hard to walk on, almost like a shallow foam pit. You were curious and asked Willy about it. He answered, "It is soft, which makes it so very hard to walk. This promotes a sedentary lifestyle." You smiled.

It was time for bed. You were exhausted from the jet lag and climbed into your king-sized bed. You noticed that it was comfortable and slightly cool. It was explained to you that this would lower your resting metabolic rate and help make you fatter. You then discovered that the temperature had been lower throughout the building, but you didn't notice. You were given an extra blanket to feel comfy but were told it was something you could work up to at night. You were a little sad that you weren't maximizing your gaining and asked if anything else could be done. Willy said, "Of course," and handed you a little cupcake with a special formula of sleep serum to help calories convert rapidly to fat during sleep. You were giddy. You ate the cupcake and went to sleep with a big smile on your face.

The following day, you were given an enormous breakfast buffet in the main dining room. You were so excited to have more fried cheesecake pancakes! You also had cereals, meats, muffins, bagels, cream cheese, cheesy eggs, hash browns, waffles, oatmeal, granola, cakes, fruits, and fantastic candy creations. After eating about ten plates, your outfit looked very snug. Willy asked if you wanted to expand your outfit, but you said, “No, I love wearing super tight clothes around the house!". “I love it when you do as well!” exclaimed Willy.

After breakfast, you were taken to the Bakery Room. This room was so much fun with its huge reclining chair and projection screen. You grabbed a seat and started to watch the show. Videos began to play, showing different bakeries from around the world. After each grouping, you picked your favorite. Then, all the selections from that bakery would appear on a large table as the screen wall rotated. Once on the other side, your butler walked out and asked you which treats you wanted. You responded, "I would like to try all of them!!" and try them, as you did. One treat after the other. You played the game for five rounds and only had to use your tropical appetite reviver drink twice! After the 5th round, you remarked, "I'm so full it's a little hard to breathe.”

From there, you went with Willy to the Edible Movie Theater and watched a movie. You were stuffed but loved picking at the furniture, lamps, and other objects. It was so much fun to find out that a lamp shade tasted so good, almost like lemon meringue! Your favorite, however, was the cup holder. It was a raspberry chocolate truffle to die for. Yum. You fell asleep during the second part of the movie and loved resting your head on the soft cotton candy pillows.

Waking up, you found yourself in a different room attached to a custom chair. You were strapped down and couldn't move. At first, you were terrified, but after seeing Willy, you became aroused. "What is going on here, Willy?" you asked. Willy replied, "It is my new fantastic funnel-feeding system!". It was fantastic, alright, with a slab that comes out to support your fat belly and an electric funnel that drops down to offer gallons of candy-flavored weight gain shakes. You mentioned you were still full from earlier in the day but would give it a shot. Willy lowered the control arm with his handheld device, and the funnel started pouring into your gullet. He started off slow, gradually increasing the flow. You were surprised each time it increased, but you began to feel so full and so fat you loved it. Unable to move your arms or legs, this was super erotic for you, and as a result, you managed to drink about 4 gallons (or 12,000 calories) of the shake. Willy complimented you on your efforts, "Very well done!" and then let you out. You were so stuffed that walking was difficult. It's a good thing a cart picked you up immediately to take you to your room.

In your room, you flopped onto the sofa, tilted your head back, and closed your eyes as your hands delicately squeezed the sides of your massive belly in front of you. You rubbed slow circles on the tight skin where you could tell from the tenderness that new stretch marks were forming. This feeling was more arousing to you than anything else for as long as you could remember. The massive amount of treats and shakes you had consumed caused your belly to feel heavy and beyond distended in your lap. Next, you slowly lifted the bottom of your belly up and then dropped it. It jiggled, and for just a moment, you felt a pain go through your middle. You knew you had really overdone it then. You smiled to yourself and let your gluttony-induced stupor take over. A moan escaped your lips thanks to the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain you were feeling in your tight tummy. It was uncomfortable sitting up and being this full, so you made your way over to your comfy king-size bed. You lowered yourself onto it and let out a contented sigh as you plopped down. Ever so slowly, you curled onto your side. You cupped your hand under your thickest and lowest roll, felt the soft skin, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the endless treats you would eat tomorrow.

The days passed with similar daily activities. You were gaining weight by the day and had already let your suit out several times. You loved the extra weight and were excited about gaining more! Willy came by and suggested you try out the Float Room.

You were intrigued. This room was almost like a swimming pool, but it was filled with gel instead of water. This was unique in that it cradled your body and made it so you didn’t feel any weight. As soon as you stepped in, it was like hundreds of pounds were taken off your body. You felt so light and free. You immediately said, "Wow, this would be great for relaxing the body while gaining hundreds of pounds." Willy smiled and nodded his head, "Yes.”

Later that evening, after your nap, you decided to ride down one of the long hallways on your own to find your favorite chocolate room. After making it further than you had ever been in the compound, you came across a door that read “CAUTION.” This surprised you, and you wondered why Mr. Wonka hadn’t said anything about a room you could not enter. Feeling rebellious, you entered the room. It was clearly a different room, set up more as a workspace with various machines and different pots boiling. At the end of the longest conveyor belt, there was a small box with another “CAUTION” sign.

You opened the box lid to see a single piece of gum. Mr. Wonka had said that you could eat absolutely anything you desired in the factory… and you did desire this!

Laying the piece of gum on your tongue, you began chewing. After a few chews, you felt a rush of pleasure as you could start to taste tomato soup running down your throat. You began to chew a bit faster. It tasted so good! Suddenly, there was a shift in flavor, and you could taste… roast beef with baked potatoes and gravy. YUM. Your favorite meal, what a coincidence! Finally, you began to taste blueberry pie and vanilla ice cream. You were in heaven. Not only were you tasting these delicious foods, but you could feel your belly getting tighter.

You looked down and gazed at your stuffed belly. Wow, you were used to eating a lot, but this time, your belly seemed to raise like dough at an alarming rate. Your hips rose outwards, and your breasts swelled outwards as well. You were expanding right before your eyes!!!!! You caught your reflection in one of the stainless-steel machines and noticed that your skin was glowing blue. You were turning into a blueberry, just like the blueberry pie you had chewed through so ravenously. Thank goodness your suit expanded along with you because you were as round as a beach ball right now! You could barely shift weight from one leg to the other, and your arms stuck out almost straight from your sides. In truth, you could have only dreamed of being this fat and round. This was utter and complete ecstasy.

Just then, you could feel a pair of hands on the taut expanse of your belly as you started to feel very sleepy. Willy said, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist food that seemed off limits. Let me roll you back to your room and rub your bloated belly until the swelling comes down”.

A few weeks later .....

Willy walked into your room, and surprisingly, you weren't eating. You said, "I am taking a break. I guess I didn't think about all the candy I ate before my two dinners... I'm super full! I just need to rub my belly a little, and then I should be ready to eat more in a little bit.”You couldn’t believe your gluttony of the past few weeks. You started to drift off and began thinking about how you had become so fat…..

“I was a bit nervous about coming to the factory. A month is a long time, and I was sure I would feel homesick at some point. As it turns out, fulfilling your wildest fantasies doesn't leave much time for home sickness. When I was younger, I never would have thought I would let myself go and get so incredibly fat! There was no turning back now. I'd become so dependent on the tasty treats being provided to me. As each day passed, and my belly grew more and more, I knew I would never stop growing. Anything I ever craved was now at my fingertips. I giggled to myself and thought about how this wonderful place was causing me to swell fatter and fatter...”

Willy couldn't get enough of your gains. He had hopes for how exceptionally a feedee would grow under his care, given the chance, but you were even more special. He loved how you played with your huge belly. It was so fat that you could only grab one roll at a time with your chubby fingers. He loved how you made it jiggle; it caused the fat above and below to join rhythmically in the motion. Besides jiggling, he loved catching you with your hand below your fattest bottom roll, playing with your belly. It seems you knew you were destined to be the laziest and fattest.

As the month rolled along, you kept up your miraculous feeding pace for the rest of your stay. You were ordering burritos, pasta, pizza, burgers, fries, Mac n cheese, candy, weight gain shakes, flavored heavy cream, pretzels, smores, chips, etc. You also discovered the Cheesecake Room and the hyper potent 2500 calorie truffles. You rode the carts and walkways to all the edible areas, swam in chocolate, bathed in heavy cream, took potions to help with fat storage, drank appetite revivers, swallowed appetite stimulants, etc. You were an insatiable eating machine and looked like one, too!

You had your final weigh-in on your last day, and the number completely shocked you. You gained 79 pounds in one month!!! You gasped as you saw the number flash on the digital screen. You knew that you had ballooned, but you had no idea of the number because you weren't allowed to know until the end of your stay. You also discovered that you had gained about 3 feet in inches, including 14 in your belly. Your body fat had also increased by 17%.

Next, you had to visit the fantastic Digital Projector that morphs you and lets you see what you would look like at different levels of fatness. You had to pick and choose the image of you close to 600 pounds—a massive ball of fat. Next, you met with the departing nutritionist and were given a feeding program to follow when you left to attain your goal. All the food would be free and delivered to your house.

You were so sad to go but elated with your experience and new huge fat body! You started packing your things but stopped at least 5 times to snack. You tried on the outfit that you brought with you, and it made you giggle at how small it was. You pulled up the tights, and even with the stretch, there was no chance they would make it over your belly. Your top was baggy when you arrived but only came down to just above your belly button. Your entire huge bottom fat roll was protruding out. You grabbed that roll, looked in the mirror, and laughed. "Whoops, someone got fattt!" Fortunately, Mr. Wonka had left a replacement outfit in a bag. You changed into it, and it fit a lot better. You were sweating from having to change twice, but at least your belly was now contained. After a few more snacks, you finished packing and were ready to go.

The butler had already done the heavy lifting and brought your suitcases out. You reached down for your snack bag, and as you stood up, Willy stood right in front of you. You had mixed feelings. You loved this experience with Willy and didn't want to leave. Willy began the goodbye and asked, "Was this experience everything you could have hoped for?" You teared up and managed to say: "Of course, Willy, everything and more!” Willy paused momentarily and said, "I feel the same way. How would you like to stay here?" Your tear-filled eyes lit up, and you gave him a big fat hug. "I would love that, Willy.” "Good," he said. “The butler has moved all your bags into a new experimental suite. You will experience the latest and greatest feeding technology”. You were overjoyed and couldn't believe what you heard! You squealed, "I am going to get so fat living here!”

Willy nodded. "Let's go watch a film in the Edible Theater ..." You both walked/waddled about 100 feet to the theater, forgetting to take the cart. This was by far the furthest you had walked in a month. You were so winded, you honestly couldn't believe it. Pausing and trying to catch your breath, you smiled at Willy and said, “I'm famished; let's eat!"

The End

[littlebirdygirlywriting]

My Masterlist

Last Updated: June 3, 2025

For safety’s sake, this blog is 18+ MDNI!

Requests: Open. Inbox: Open.

I’m creating a tag list—if you’d like to be added, please DM me and let me know for which fandom(s)/character(s)!

Tag Key:

#birdywrites🕊 = My writing…

#birdyreblogs🕊 = Fics I’ve reblogged!

#birdythoughts🕊 = Miscellaneous other reblogs and/or original thoughts

Disclaimer: I don’t write smut/NSFW content, so please don’t request anything of that nature. Thank you! 😊 I do not consent to my work being copied, translated, or otherwise used without my express permission.

Fandoms:

These are only the ones I write for. I’m actually a fan of A LOT more than this. But I wanted to make the requests easier!

Daredevil (I realise this technically falls under MCU as well, but it deserves it’s own special section here. 💖)

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Top Gun: Maverick

Twisters (2024)

(These are also my masterlists, so feel free to check them out!)

Request Lists:

Feel free to request anything from these lists! (Be sure to name which character/pairing you’d like with it.)

Adorable Things Couples Do That Makes Me Feel Single (aka, fluff)

Angsty Romance Prompts (pt. 1)

Angsty Romance Prompts (pt. 2)

Dark Angsty Dialogue Prompts

Fluffy Winter Holiday Prompts

Intimacy Prompts

“Injury” Dialogue Prompts

Kisses Prompts

Love Realization Prompts

Heartbreak Prompts

Reactions to Making Someone Cry

FvckingAvengers New Year Writing Challenge

Touch-Starved Scenarios

I also take requests not related to these lists, but I thought they might be helpful and fun!

(If I’m unable to fulfill a request, I’ll do my best to inform you ASAP! If you’re anonymous, I’ll answer the ask with a response explaining the situation.)

Recommended Fics:

Some of my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE fics I’ve discovered on this hellsite and AO3!

“A Beautiful Lie” by @mermaidxatxheart (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Bucky Barnes x Reader)

“All Up In Flames” by @marvelstoriesepic (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 2!!! —> “Not The Time I Meant To Call You”

“By Order of Blood” by @briefinquiries (Peaky Blinders—Tommy Shelby x Reader)

“Haunting” by @make-me-imagine (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Bucky Barnes x Reader)

“I’m Sending A Raven” by @pastafossa (Daredevil—Matt Murdock x Reader) (can’t believe I forgot to add this one until now! It’s been absolutely LIVING in my brain for the past two weeks!)

“In Too Deep” by @marvelstoriesepic (Marvel Cinematic Universe—Bucky Barnes x Reader)

“Read Between the Lines” by @briefinquiries (Twisters—Tyler Owens x Reader) But also, ANYTHING from her Twisters masterlist. There has not been one I disliked.

“The Shadow Of Death” by @actress4him (Original Fiction)

“Taken” by Steffix3 (The Vampire Diaries—Klaus Mikaelson x Caroline Forbes)

“through the looking glass” by ver3eastloveuonica (Daredevil—Matt Murdock x Reader)

“Who Did This To You?” by @justfandomwritings (Top Gun: Maverick—Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader)

“Who Did This To You?” by @farfromstrange (Daredevil—Matt Murdock X Reader) (guys, this one was my request—I just… 🥹)

Bonus:

Because these all live rent-free in my head and, therefore, you should see them too.

5000 Writing Prompts by ??? (if somebody knows who created this, PLEASE let me know!)

POV “You’re Mrs. Murdock” by @bunmurdock

Matt Murdock who loves POETRY by @jeffbuckleysconvent

Matt Murdock Condescending (DO NOT JUDGE ME!!!)

I hope to keep these lists as up-to-date as possible. However, life happens sometimes. If you have any questions, feel free to message me or drop a question in “Send Me Requests!”.

[ahotknife]

Hi I just wanted to thank u for ur tireless service to the raven cycle community. Ur fanfics are actually soo beautiful and just encapsulate why fanfics are so amazing. Cause u write the same characters falling in love in such different ways and I fall for it EVERY SINGLE TIME. Ronan and Adam and everyone are always soo real in ur fics, like you flesh them out and give them soo much depth im always instantly hooked and finish the fic immediately. And don’t even get me started on how beautiful your writing style is! I mean this in the most sincere, complementary way but there’s a vividness in the way that I write that reminds me of Maggie’s writing, but also it’s so distinctly your own I can be reading one of your fics and without looking at the authors name I know it’s one of yours. If you ever publish a book of your own I will be first in line to buy I copy, your imagination when it comes to the plots and direction of ur fics is absolutely immaculate. Also the romance and sex scenes are swoon worthy and erotic and beautiful every time!!

Yes this message was inspired by me reading buckle immediately one it was posted, I just wanted to thank you soo much I love your works!!

so this is probably one of THE most insanely nice messages i have EVER received & i've been keeping it in my inbox to revisit from time to time... i hope you know that this means so much to me and i really appreciate you taking the time to send me this 🫶 just really so incredibly kind and thoughtful thank you so so much

[keldjinfae]

Snippet Sunday

Catching up on tags and asks at an excruciatingly glacial pace (apologies to those who have had their messages/tags/asks sitting in my inbox for months, and assurances that I have not been annoyed by them in the slightest, just dealing with... A Lot). I was tagged by my mutually twisted/twisted mutual @dear-massacre, and I still have some of @renmackree (art) and my (writing) equally slow-going WIP left to share. Eventual Sterek, for now this is just Derek and his pack.

Unlike most dreams that he could simply shrug off and forget about by the time he’d gotten out of bed, Derek’s hands clenched around the empty space between them, trying to physically hold onto what had just been there moments before. He knew in the blood and the bones of him that the raven had been real, real and his, and that he had been taken away from Derek before: “he is yours, and our wait is nearly over.” Whoever awaited him in the City of Bones, the Trickster had also given Derek the warning that his time to act was running out.

“Uh… Derek?” Isaac’s soft voice called out uncertainly from just outside the entrance of the tent.

Derek blew out a breath, his eyes still on his hands as he forced them to relax. “It’s fine,” he answered, his voice still rough from slumber. “Everything’s fine,” he repeated, to reassure himself just as much as Isaac. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up into a sitting position at the same time Isaac ducked his head in through the panels of the tent.

The beta’s hunched shoulders were only partly because of the awkward height of the tent—after spending so much time as another pack’s scapegoat, Isaac still had moments when he expected his alpha to lash out if he was too loud, or too slow, or didn’t somehow anticipate Derek’s every need. Derek ran a hand through his hair and over his face, feeling how rough and unkempt he must’ve looked underneath his palm, and made sure to keep his shoulders as relaxed and nonthreatening as possible. He felt the typical stirring of his own anger on behalf of his mistreated betas simmer down when Isaac managed to relax just as quickly as he’d tensed up. “I would’ve just let you keep sleeping, but you started growling loud enough to make people nervous,” Isaac explained, without any indication that he’d been intimidated, too.

Derek exhaled slowly, his brows pinched together over pursed lips, then nodded his gratitude. Isaac took his lack of a verbal response as an invitation to enter the tent completely, sitting down in front of Derek in the small space, and reassuring his alpha as well as himself that his past was still decidedly in the past. “Did she have anything good to say? Or helpful? Like guard shift rotations or addresses or something?” Derek’s sardonic snort of laughter made Isaac’s mouth twitch upwards in a show of pride, before mellowing again, awaiting an answer.

“If that’s how her messages worked, maybe I wouldn’t hate them so much,” Derek said ruefully, rubbing the side of his face again before stretching out his stiff arms. Isaac’s brow quirked, but he otherwise waited for Derek to parse things together himself. “She said there’s someone I’ll want to look for. In the Citadel,” he clarified, when Isaac likely started to say that they already knew about his sisters, since they were already there for them in the first place. “And that she wouldn’t wait any longer for me to find him. Or couldn’t,” he corrected, frowning.

“Him?” Isaac repeated, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Him who?”

“I don’t…” Derek breathed in again, lowering his voice to better ensure that they weren’t overheard by anyone outside the thick hide of the tent. “I don’t know, but I will when I see him.”

“Will you?” Isaac asked, dubious. His eyes flitted over Derek, not quite meeting his as he kept his tone carefully neutral. “You’re sure it’s not just a—you know—trick?”

Derek was already shaking his head before Isaac had finished the question. “No. No, it didn’t feel like a trap—” even if he’d been led into an all but literal dead end “—for me. It didn’t feel like one for me.” He looked down at his hands again, recalling the raven pecking away at his fingers as he tried to free him. “I think he’s already trapped, and she wants me to get him out.”

“And we’re, what, just supposed to find some random guy in the Citadel—maybe in the Citadel—while we’re also trying to get your sisters back?” Isaac’s voice remained hushed, but he was now slouching forward, his gray eyes narrowed shrewdly. “How little time do you think we have?”

Derek grimaced, recalling the flooding, collapsing tower, as well as the vague sense of pain and terror that suggested none of them had made it out of the dream unscathed, or even alive. “About the same as we had before,” he said, frowning down at the space between them as he sought a way to explain that the terror he’d felt had come from being too late to save the raven; that he’d known even as the Glass stabbed into him that he was dreaming, and would simply wake up. “The message wasn’t an ultimatum; it was a warning.”

“A warning,” Isaac echoed, rubbing his knuckles against his bottom lip while he continued to watch Derek closely, “or an offering? It’s not an ultimatum, but we can’t just leave anymore if we don’t think we can pull it off, can we?” He drew his lip between his teeth, moving his hand up to tug at his thick hair instead. After a few seconds, he shrugged, even if he was still hunched forward. “We were already wondering why she decided to help us. At least now we know.”

Derek wasn’t aware he’d been carrying tension in his frame until it seeped out of him in a wave of relief. “If you want to stay out here, now that the plan has changed—”

“What I want is to crush both twins’ skulls with my bare hands,” Isaac cut him off, his tone just as quiet as Derek’s, but firmly matter-of-fact. His eyes glinted with bloodlust as he flashed his alpha a grin, his teeth bared like he was already gorging on a kill. “I can settle for never having to see them again.”

“And none of it will matter anyway if we don’t make it past the city gates,” Erica spoke up suddenly, muffled and muzzy from where she was curled up against Boyd, still more asleep than awake. Boyd’s gaze was already fixed on them, and likely had been for a while, his expression revealing nothing. Before Derek could assess what the rest of his pack felt, Erica yawned and sat up, her limbs stretching out until they popped as she glanced around her. “Where’s Jackson?” she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes.

“He went to go find some ‘real food’ at one of the stands—take the man out of the city,” Isaac joked with a snort before sobering. “He’s also checking to see if he knows any of the guards at the gates; figures it’ll at least give us an idea of how much convincing we’ll need to do to get in.”

I don't know who else has already been tagged or who's currently working on anything, but zero-pressure tags for @nerdherderette @vmures @seaweed-water @ephemeronidwrites @thotpuppy and anyone else who wants to share!

[rs-hawk]

wild to me that ppl are saying you're making being native your whole personality and that you're too political but I remember a handful of times you got ppl criticising you for writing monster smut w native mythos and "appropriating" native folklore and you're just like "I'm native tho..." like there's no winning w ppl when your very existence is political. (I'm not native but I'm disabled, queer and fat and have gotten criticised for highlighting my struggles)

Literally like?? That was wild. I got accused of basically not being Indigenous enough because made it too hard to find on my page (even though I had posted about it multiple times and only had at that time like 100 posts) so at least that Anon thought it was more likely I was appropriating myself than being Indigenous, now I'm getting crap for it being what, too obvious?

I agree though. When people consider your very existence political, there's nothing you can do to not be political.

I delete most asks about this kind of thing because I know it's a "Don't feed the trolls" situation, but I get anons all the time complaining about me saying AFAB/AMAB, trans<insert gender>, Cis, fat, how I portray Disabled!Reader in the God x Disabled!Husband series, etc etc. I think some people just like being unhappy because I get primarily overwhelmingly positive feedback and people saying that some of what I write is the most positive portrayals they've seen in a long time. I try my best to pull from my own experiences, and I do listen to criticism. I want my page to be a reprieve for people, and if someone found my work disrespectful in a genuine sense, I would want to know. That's one reason I have my anons on and my inbox and messages are always open. Also why I was very careful about my tagging and trigger warnings with the Raven Mocker piece that started that whole situation because I know many Indigenous people wouldn't want to read it. Like how I block tags relating to Sk1nw4lk3rs or W3nd1g0s because I'd be paranoid the whole time reading it, and I'd personally find it disrespectful.

I'm happy with what I write and glad other people enjoy it. If others don't just because they don't like it or me, I want them to block me. I want everyone on my page to be happy and enjoy my work. If they don't like me or my work, they shouldn't be here.

[chungledown-bimothy]

Idk about the whole K2 thing, sure it was silly, and we may have missed some characterization bc of the bit, but tabletop as a medium will inherently produce things like this. Fully fleshed out plot, arc, and characterization is hard to pull off 100% of the time in an improv based medium like this imo

i've gotten so many asks like this, that boil down to "you shouldn't criticize the events of the finale because xyz". this one is the most polite but is also my breaking point, so unfortunately it's yours i'll be going off on.

i fucking know that that's part of the medium. of course i know and respect that. where did i say that i don't?

more importantly, though, why do you and everyone else who has sent these messages think that we shouldn't talk about the unique aspects of a medium and the things it leads to that we dislike?

i'll also criticize movies for not spending as much time as i'd like on certain things. but that's how it is sometimes, with the limit of the length of a movie. i don't think i'd get this many goddamn people up in arms in my inbox about it.

the energy i've gotten from some people is similar to what i got for saying that matt's dm style isn't my cup of tea during ravening war.

this idea that you can't love a show and dislike parts of it, or that if you do dislike parts of it, you shouldn't talk about that, is fucking ridiculous.

touch grass and accept that people don't have to like everything all of the time, nor do they have to write an essay of nuance about the nature of ttrpg actual plays every time they voice a less than glowing opinion.

[landoposition]

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hi!! my name is laura, but everyone calls me lau! my pronouns are she/her, and i'm from brazil!

aside from formula one— the whole reason this blog exists— i'm a big fan of all for the game, six of crows, the raven cycle and books in general. i also rlly like house md, which i'm currently watching, and jojo's bizarre adventure, which im also watching. you'll find posts about those things here— but i do have a semi active aftg blog: @haveawinningday. posts about it probably will be tagged non-f1.

this is an account with lots of f1 rpf— seriously, a lot— and i do write some. my ao3 is lavendertracks (for f1) and i have one published aftg fic, which is on lavendermemoriess. you can find links to my fics on @lnfourmemos , my writing side blog!

also, i'm not fond of some drivers— 81 & 16, mainly — so you may come across some (many) anti posts for them (especially 81). but if you do like these drivers, my account is a safe space for everyone. as long as you're not hitting my inbox with angry comments on me disliking them, we're good! max verstappen is always fluctuating between love and hate, so you'll never know what you'll see here.

either way, my inbox is always open, and i LOVE getting asks. aaand, you can always come to my direct messages! they're also open (seriously i love talking. pls talk to me)

i'll add my driver tier list + ship wheel down here! thank u for reading 💘