#eat up

[paper-lilypie]

merry christmas

[plushypotato]

Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

[aethernoise]

obligatory Aymeric food

[midkarma]

geto pretending to be all sweet just to tear down your walls and make you cry? yes?

he is your safe space from gojo, who is much more outward with his teasing and bullying. however, his best friend is worse, he’s manipulative. geto lets you cry into his shoulder, holds you when you’re scared to go to class, and whispers soothing words into your ears.

“i’m sorry, doll, satoru doesn’t mean it. he’s just got a lot going on. you probably just caught him on a bad day.”

as much as gojo is jealous of the time geto spends with you, he is also grateful for the words he says about him. when geto manages to convince you to forgive gojo with his honeyed words, it makes you more susceptible to his bullying.

after a night of being comforted by geto, you would see gojo again on the way to a lecture. deciding to be the bigger person, you wave at the boy, even try and smile a little bit. geto said he has a rough home life, which isn’t untrue, he also said to forgive him and that he’s really not that bad. but he is that bad. he laughs in your face and shoves you into lockers, pulls your hair, and makes rude comments about what your “mouth is good for”

you cry and cry, and after class try to find geto, only to see him laughing with gojo while looking at his phone. you feel your stomach drop as you get closer. they’ve set their home screens as pictures of you, teary eyed and not looking at the camera. oblivious to the photo being taken.

gojo’s was taken earlier that morning while you were picking up your books, but geto’s was a picture of you crying into his shirt. he looks at you, nothing but amusement behind his eyes. “sorry, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you cry.”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Somewhere... Deep within the forest...

[guylikesfatgirls95]

just the thought of a a woman eating themselves out of their clothes, becoming there biggest especially if it was something that fit them fine before they started the feedee journey.

[renguro]

guys who adventure together...

[aspiring-house-husband]

There is a temple, deep and hidden away in the mountains. it is well known to the locals and the people whose legends had survived in the area. it is a temple that was extremely difficult to get into, and even more difficult to leave. it belongs to the god of conflict and passion. the god of war. the god of sex. 

you and your partner were determined to find it. 

you repelled down the rock face of the mountain and slid your way through half-buried arches to get inside, only to be astonished by how clean the temple had been kept. sure, it was mossy, but the stone was smooth and clean and hardly worn by time. 

“hello,” says your partner, and you turn to him. 

“what?”

“yes, i am,” he says, staring off to nothing. 

“are you okay?” finally he turns to you, only briefly. 

“shh, can’t you hear that?”

“no, what are you talking about?” he ignores your question again, and speaks away from you. 

“no, i would never. i wished to visit, only.”

when he doesn’t speak, there is silence. 

“well, i suppose, i-“ he cuts himself off with a gasp, and arches his back. touched by nothing, he begins to levitate off the floor. 

“yes, please, god,” he moans, and his clothes fall from his body, cut into ribbons. with his back arching, you are treated to the sight of his hole, glistening with wetness but more notably opening and closing, clenching around nothing. as you watch, gold chains and jewels materialize and drape around his body, while he gains the meaning of super-human: his beauty grows as he writhes midair, his skin gaining color and flush, his hair growing silky. he moans as he clenches and you can’t help but stare at his gorgeous hole, thinking of how it would… how he might feel…

“i accept, yes, yes!” he pants and nearly screams to whatever voice only he is hearing before he cums, his body quivering and fluid dripping down his legs to the floor. his body lowers until he stands on trembling legs, panting, and when he looks at you, his eyes are no longer the color you’re accustomed to, but a fiery orange. 

“my friend,” he says, sliding to you and running his fingers up your clothed chest. “do you know what’s happened to me?”

“n-no,” you barely manage to whimper out, trying to ignore how lovely he looks and how close he is and how hard you are. 

“i am one with our god,” he answers, sliding those teasing fingers up and under your shirt, tracing delicately up your chest. “soon you will be, too.”

“wait, what? hold on-“

“shh,” he soothes, and without moving you himself you are lifted into the air, suspended on your back. he straddles your hips and splays his hands over your waist, leaning down slow to kiss the skin he’s exposed by pushing up your shirt. 

“beautiful,” he says, a sultry smile gracing his lips. when he shifts his hips, he gives you so much friction that you hadn’t been prepared for, and it makes you buck before you can stop yourself. 

“ah, good boy,” he teases, and draws his hand over your stomach. the motion seems to be connected to magic, because your clothes fall from you in ribbons, just as his had. 

“don’t shiver,” he says with a soft laugh, that same that you’ve heard a hundred times. he leans down over you and kisses down your chest, stopping to suck on your nipple, just to watch you flush. 

“you’re mine, aren’t you, handsome?” he says, kissing every spot of skin he can find, pulling at your arms until he can guide your hands to his hips. 

“yes,” you answer, and he lifts up to sink down over you. gods, it feels like you glow. 

“be one with me,” he says, but it sounds like he speaks with more than just his voice. “be mine in more than just body and heart.” he bounces, even though he has nothing to balance on, gripping you and squeezing around you and moaning to the ceiling. 

“i’m yours,” you pant, lifting your neck but not feeling the strain you normally do. you buck up, pulling a near-squeal from him, because it feels like more than just being ridden. gods, it’s like you’re feeling him, too. feeling double the pleasure, his orgasm building beneath his belly button, how it felt to have you inside him, filling him up. it was incredible, like connecting to something beyond yourself. 

“mine,” he moans, and pleasure like nothing you had ever known overtook you. 

there’s a reason the temple was just as hard to leave as it was to find. how could you even think of leaving? why would you? life there was perfect… under the protection of your god, and wrapped in the silky embrace of your lover. forever. 

[freeshephoun]

enough time has passed lets bring out the next one

[paper-lilypie]

tale as old as time or whatever idk careful there’s lava

(art trade!!! a gift for my wonderful friend @shandzii!!! I hope I nailed the atmosphere :) love you muah)

[kindahornydude]

“Ya feel that blubber, boy?” The jock whispered in his ear, “Just remember who put that there…”

The ex-jock moaned as he swallowed the twelfth donut his jock teammate had put in his mouth. His cock was growing in his boxers as the jock explore his fattening body.

The two boys had started working out together, but one soon began to show signs of overindulgence and so the other used that to his advantage: replacing his protein shakes with fattening milkshakes and heavy cream, giving him plenty of rest days (and eventually weeks), taking him out to buffets every night, and eventually feeding him directly. It turned them both on. Boy feeding boy. Man fattening man. Jock growing ex jock. It was meant to be; a symbiotic relationship.

The jock leaned in closer and jiggled the big boy’s belly. “Who put this tank here, huh?” His cock pressed up against his fat ass.

*buuUURP* “You did…you did bro…”

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Post number 2

[tyciel]

cursed womb son or black hole daughter

[peachii-keenii]

SURPRISE DIGITAL ART

I finally got a laptop and although I don’t have my tablet with me, it has a touch screen so I can draw with my finger. What better way to practice a new medium than drawing the same character I’ve drawn 50 times now.

[guylikesfatgirls95]

The urge to keep a girl comfortable and soft, feeding her up until she's fit to burst by the end of the day ;-having your belly  grabbed every-time you get up from the sofa your back rolls just keep getting thicker making sure she's always a little too full, her tummy always a little more firm and round than necessary. making sure she's eating snacks in between so she never goes hungry, keeping her warm and well-fed (overfed, even your partner loving on your fat when your clothes are getting really tight not long until sleepy belly rubs become a nightly routine to soothe her growing habit of overeating~

[kani-miso]

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