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cheolism · 7 months

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THE MONSTER IN THE CLOSET

✿ — incubus!xu minghao x reader ❀ — summary: there's nothing the demon in your closet loves more than when you fall asleep. inspiration from dpr ian's "don't go insane": that's when the lights turned on and you were just a lie. ✿ — wc is approx. 2.5k ❀ — genre: smut, incubus x reader ✿ — warnings: an incubus is a demon that has sex with someone while they are sleeping. as such, be mindful that this fic has themes of dub-con and somnophilia; it is stated minghao cannot have sex with the reader unless they give consent, though they are still sleeping. possessiveness, jealousy, innocence kink, dark!minghao. fingering, body worship. if you do not like, do not read. ❀ — rating: 18+. minors do not interact. ✿ — note: cameos by seungcheol n ian ^^

he watches as you prepare for bed. you’re so cute about it; you’re wearing those fluffy pajama bottoms that warm your legs and trap heat between your thighs; your sleep shirt hangs loosely from your frame. you adjust your pillows and push back the blankets before climbing in, humming along to the song playing from your phone speakers.

you straighten out the blankets and pull them back over you, fitting them snugly around your form. no matter -- he can fix that later. for an hour he waits, watching. you watch some video on your phone, giggling softly every few minutes, brushing your hair back away from your face.

eventually, you set your alarm and push your phone to the corner of the bed. you stretch out, humming. then you pull up the blankets all the way to under your chin, concealing your body from him. again, no matter; that can be fixed.

it’s one of those nights where you fall asleep quickly. he watches as your breathing evens out, watches as your body fully relaxes back into the sheets. your face smooths out, sinking into a beautiful sort of innocence that makes his heart hammer in his chest.

you’re completely asleep

minghao moves from the closet, though he doesn’t press open the door and the floor doesn’t protest beneath his weight as he moves to your bed. he’s been in this apartment long enough that it’s accepted him as part of itself. it does not reveal him from behind the closet door, does not squeak beneath his bare feet as he walks. minghao is part of the apartment, now, just as it is him.

if he has his way -- and he will -- you will follow suit.

you’re cute, he thinks again. your jaw is slack from sleep, and every few minutes your lashes flutter like butterfly wings. he wonders what you’re dreaming about.

minghao reaches, and -- there it is, there’s your dream. you’re running through a department store with someone he doesn’t know -- and again he reaches -- ah, a high school classmate you haven’t seen since graduation. minghao watches as you grab a stuffed elephant off of the shelf. it’s a vivid violet. you turn to talk to someone and this time it’s just a face your dreams have conjured up. you look back to your arms, but the stuffed elephant had somehow fallen from your grasp and onto the floor. you reach down and pick it up, squeezing it.

how cute.

minghao couldn’t help but chuckle. you were so adorable, so innocent. your daydreams, though out of his realm of control, are ones he often finds himself enamored in. your daydreams are filled with a quaint house with flower boxes underneath its windows, of a lawn with green grass and a bird feeder so you can watch the cardinals and sparrows.

the last one daydreamed about a penthouse apartment and gucci purses. they hadn’t been as simple as you, as innocent. they weren’t as delicious to take.

minghao kneels onto the bed, the blankets shifting beneath him. you have the weighted blanket you got for christmas thrown over your duvet. his fingers twitch. minghao likes the weighted blanket just as much as he likes those fluffy pajama bottoms, likes how it traps heat, likes how drowsy it makes you, likes how much easier it makes it for him to take control.

minghao settles on your thighs. he can’t see the shape of you due to the blankets, but it was fine. more often than not you end up stumbling into the bedroom half naked or, delightfully, entirely naked, and he can just get his fill of you then.

he pushes his hands through the blankets. just as he had presumed, your body is warm. he doesn’t yet push through your pajama bottoms. instead, minghao takes his time. he runs his hands down along your arms, grabs your hands and pushes them up to be level with your shoulders.

your dream shifts according to his touch. there’s a man, now -- minghao wrinkles his nose in disgust. you never dreamt of him, of course; you couldn’t see him. you never have seen him. you can’t dream of him because you have never seen him. he can influence your dreams, sure; can fuck your cunt and your dreams will follow suit. your dreams will respond to what’s happening to you, but because your eyes are shut and you’ll never ever see him, he’ll just have to deal with the fact that as he smooths his hands down over your arms that you imagine some tall and handsome man with thick dark brows and plump lips.

he hovers, dropping his face in front of yours. he takes you in. he tries to remember the exact color of your eyes, tries to imagine what they would look like as he bears down on you.

minghao hums, voice dark and deep. “how’s this feel, angel? hm?”

you sigh in your sleep. your lashes flutter. you turn your face, unknowingly, towards him.

“this okay?” he trails his fingers down over your stomach. “this all okay, sweetheart?”

you hum, a slight noise.

minghao huffs. “you have to be clear with me, angel. it’s been months of doing this -- you know what you have to do by now.”

your dream shifts. the man shifts. he’s broad and lean, tanned skin and black hair that hangs around his face. he’s covered in tattoos, from the base of his neck to the tips of his fingers. he’s pushing down against you, large hands running over your body.

your dream self mirrors your real self. you arch up into minghao’s touch, another sigh leaving your lips. softly, like the kiss of an angel, you breathe out a sweet “yes”.

his body hums, coming alive. he can feel adrenaline and power sink into him, can feel his cells and blood come alive and throb. you’ve given your consent for the night, given your consent to be his.

which means he can take.

minghao lets out a breathy moan, and then he’s tucking his face into your neck. your skin is warm and smells like your body soap. he moves his hands along your body. he brushes past your sleep shirt, feeling your tits. he cups each of them, holding their perfectly heavy weight in his hands. you’re so warm all over, and your tits are no exception; they’re slightly sweaty from the heat trapped by your shirt and blankets. minghao shifts your tits in his hands, fingers brushing against the soft skin of your under boob, relishing in the velvet feel, in the heat.

some nights when you don’t want to fuck he just does this. just holds your tits, let their weight ground him. just pretends. pretends he wasn’t trapped to this bedroom, pretends your innocent, wide-eyed looks were for him and no one else.

but you gave your consent, and so --

and so his hands eventually smooth down your torso. he lays along your body, just feeling. some nights you get impatient when he does this, when he feels you for ages before fucking you. tonight, however, you sigh and seem to bloom beneath his touch.

his little flower, minghao thinks. his little precious angel, his sweet little flower.

minghao moves his hands further and further down your body. your knees shift beneath the blankets, knocking against him. he reaches -- you are faintly aware of there being pressure in your cunt, aware of the want that thrums through your body and seems to electrify your cunt, despite being asleep.

his hands press against the hem of your pajamas. minghao runs his hands along the furry fabric. in your dream the man is pressing between your legs, hands smoothing over your bare thighs.

minghao pushes between your thighs. you move just enough for him to fit, but it’s tight. no matter. he likes it when you’re tight.

he slides one of his hands between your thighs. fuck -- if it was warm beneath your tits it was practically a heavenly blaze here, heat trapped and that electricity in your cunt, that lust, bubbling out and into him.

you shifted again, thighs squeezing tight around his hand. he can feel it when you clench them, knows you’re clenching your cunt to try and alleviate some of that pure want.

“poor angel,” minghao murmurs, “filled with so much lust. so sweet and innocent, so fucking needy.”

he sinks his hand forward, and then his fingers are pressing through your pants and underwear and sliding between the lips of your cunt. you were absolutely soaked, drenched in your pussy juices. minghao wonders if you would be humiliated by how wet you are just from him touching you.

minghao pushes his hand just so, two of his fingertips slipping into your cunt. immediately you’re clenching, hips grinding down and searching for more relief.

minghao drops his head against your chest, muffling his laughter. no one has ever been as reactive to his touch as you. he loves it. he adores you.

he moves his free hand to your cunt. he doesn’t move his fingers in your cunt, keeping them just barely in your hole. you’re getting desperate -- he can feel it, can feel the desperation begin to color your soul and your dream. but then he presses his thumb against your clit, against that slick little bundle of nerves, and your mouth is dropping open and a loud moan bubbles out of your throat.

minghao laughs, not bothering in being quiet. you won’t wake up anyways. you’re so loud and needy despite this all being, to you, a dream, despite him not being something tangible to you. he wonders what you would be like if he could really touch you, wonders if you would scream and cry under his touch as easily as you moan and whimper now.

for a few minutes he just watches, eyes greedily taking you in. in real life, on your bed, your hips shift minutely, not enough to fuck yourself on his hand but enough for your clit to slide against his finger. in your dream the man is teasing you, fingertips just barely fucking into your cunt, and you’re so desperate.

it’s so sweet. you’re so sweet. minghao wishes he could just have a bite --

he slides his fingers into your cunt entirely. your pussy is warm and wet and even though he’s never stepped foot into heaven he knows it’s not as good as your cunt. you squeeze around his fingers and he wants, desires, lusts, yearns so much.

your pussy walls are tight around his fingers, clenching down. he knows, instinctively, were your core is. minghao fucks into your cunt with his fingers, striking that spot every time, his thumb flicking against your clit in rhythm.

and fuck, you’re so cute. you’re whining in your dream, whimpering; small moans escape your lips in real life. your thighs are tight around him, and your cunt begins squeezing down on his fingers so tightly that he can barely move them --

and he wants so badly for it to be his cock in your cunt.

minghao withdraws his fingers, slides three back in. your head tosses against your pillow. in your dream you’re moaning loudly, high and keening. you’re so beautiful and perfect, lust coursing through your veins and seeping out your cunt and minghao feels high, feels your want seeping into his veins and power stirring in his gut.

you give him power like no one else; you deserve a reward.

minghao pushes your thigh up and over his shoulder, fingers pressing into your flesh. he presses his face against your pussy, breathing in. you smell so wonderful here, too. he just wants to bask in it, wants to keep his face here, against your pussy, for millennia.

he doesn’t, though. eventually minghao runs his tongue up your cunt, from where his fingers are wedged in your pussy hole still to your clit. you shiver underneath him. in your dream you’re begging for the man, hands twisting in the sheets.

it’s a curse, sometimes, he thinks. minghao thinks it’s a curse that he can see how you’re reacting to his ministrations in your dreams, can see how you whine and beg and cry. he can see how you would react to him. but he can also see how even though you’re asleep your body, your real body, the one that’s asleep, still responds to him, pleasure so great that even subconsciously you’re seeking him out.

minghao sucks at your clit, tongue rubbing against it. you whine softly, head turning against your pillow once more. your whines are so cute, you’re so cute.

he moves his fingers in and out, in and out, of your pussy as he sucks at your clit. you push against his face. he can feel your walls flutter around his fingers, he can feel, knows, how your orgasm is beginning to build and build. the desire in you is so thick that he can taste it, both literally and figuratively, and it seeps underneath his skin.

minghao begins kissing your clit the same way he would kiss your mouth if he could. he mouths against your clit, runs his tongue over it and suckles. in your dream you’re becoming frantic; on the bed you’re desperately clenching around his fingers, trying to grind down, trying to reach it, trying to throw yourself off the cliff and fall into the ocean, trying to chase your orgasm.

you’re so beautiful, minghao thinks. he wants you, he wants to so fucking much. he wanted you last night and wants you tonight and tomorrow night and every night for the rest of your fucking life, he wants to devour you and trap you, wants to feel your flesh in his hands and your pussy juices on his tongue for the rest of eternity, he fucking wants --

there’s a loud banging noise as one of the stupid neighbors drops something in the apartment above you.

you flinch -- you, on the bed, flinch, and then you’re awake.

minghao is flung from your dream. he can no longer touch you. he’s still thrumming with power, from the lust your body had given him, but he knows it’s not enough, knows that he’s still so fucking hungry for you.

he wants to fucking kill those assholes in the apartment above you as you push back the blankets and toss your feet over the side of the bed. you’re frowning, and he watches as you tilt your hips downward and rut against the bed.

“oh,” you say, blinking. minghao watches from the bed as you stand, going to your dresser. he knows what’s there -- knows the vibrant gel dildo you keep -- and he thinks for a split moment that this isn’t so bad, that he’ll at least get to watch you fuck yourself.

but then you hum and move past the dresser and into the hall, where he can’t follow.

and minghao seethes with rage at your orgasm being ripped from his hands. your lust gives him power and your orgasms even more so, and beyond that he just wants to see you cry as an orgasm comes over you.

he stands up from the bed, bare feet against the cold floor. he walks back to the closet, sinking into the darkness.

ah, well. he’ll just have to try tomorrow.

#— jupiter writes #svthub #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt oneshot #seventeen oneshot #the8 #svt #seventeen #the8 smut #the8 oneshot #xu minghao #xu minghao smut #xu minghao oneshot #minghao smut #minghao oneshot

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doing-swell · 5 months

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hello, my name's swellie 💖✨🌈 aka: new pinned post! new pinned post! read all abt it!

welcome to my blog! I started on here almost exactly a year ago, and since then I've learned not only so much about my pregnancy kink, but also about myself. being here has been formative for my kink exploration journey, and it's helped me deconstruct years of catholic school girl trauma (s/o to catholic guilt!).

This is a pregnancy and birth fetish vlog. This is an 18+ only environment. DO NOT INTERACT IF 18 OR YOUNGER. I am a 27 year old white cis woman with brown hair. I identify as a neurodivergent bisexual woman on the ace-spectrum. I live in the US - New England specifically!

I've had a pregnancy kink since I was a kid. I even got in trouble for google image searching "pregnat" on my childhood computer lol (it was 2006 folks, what else was i supposed to do?) I created this blog to share the beautiful side of this kink. I hope you enjoy! <3

Keep reading below!

As a queer person I will absolutely not condone any form of homophobia, transphobia, racism, misogyny, etc etc. I am an open and tolerant person, and please do not try to take advantage of me because of this. I mostly only follow back people whose content I enjoy seeing.

When I interact with kink content here, I mostly imagine myself as the pregnant carrier. I mostly get off to picturing myself in some sort of pain (i.e. labor) or I like to picture myself with a pregnant person.

Things I really enjoy:

Wearing a fake pregnant belly

Pregnant bellies (specifically, large pregnant bellies, smaller bellies, those with stretch marks, red bellies, moving bellies)

Breeding <3

Impregnation <3

Poking pregnant bellies, rubbing them etc

Stirrups, medical torture stuff, etc (FANTASY ONLY. I CANNOT REPEAT THAT ENOUGH. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU FEEL OTHERWISE)

Birth, birth denial, labor and contractions

Pregnant lesbians (because duh,,, I’m fucking gay)

Historical pregnancies or pregnancies set in the past

Clothes not being able to fit/spilling out of old clothes

Giant swollen boobs (especially with veins 🙈)

Giant bellies in laps <3

Waddling and being out of breathe, struggling to sit up, contractions, unable to get up from sitting, etc

Curves🤤🤤

I’m not into:

Anime/ drawings

Monster fucking, slime, pups/litter talk, etc

Mpreg

Beastiality, aliens, monsters, anything sci fi

Eggs or pushing out objects

Feederism, feedies, or stuffing (in very very specific circumstances I tolerate this)

Anything to do with fatphobia or shaming folks for their size/weight

Swollen feet

It gets weird when it gets misogonistic in a "I would actually vote to overturn roe v wade if I had the chance" kind of thing -- if it's fantasy/pure imagination, I'm all ears. But when I think you would actually hate crime me IRL..... that's when I [not-so] politely decline ❤️🫶🏻

Other disclaimers:

I am in a relationship right now and she knows about this blog and my kink. She is so supportive and I love her very much. We are very open to exploring ourselves sexually, but never, and I mean never, would I risk my relationship because of something on here. If you cross a line, I will immediately tell you. Please do not assume I want to fuck you or be in a relationship with you in real life, this is purely for kink purposes. I think of you as my friends! If I talk to you, or respond to your DM's or like your content occasionally, that means I'm grateful to have you in my life and you make my life better by being in it. Xoxo, thank you for understanding!

Please send me asks, tell me about your fantasies, ask me questions about my fetish. I want to learn more about you as well! I’m an open book when it comes to most things, I promise I won’t judge you 🙈

I don’t want to tell you my real name, where I live, or anything about me in real life. You won’t ever see my face. It’s what I’m comfortable with, full stop. If you do get my name or anything from me, it’s for you only. Do not share that without my consent. For purposes of this blog, you can call me Swellie 🤪

I love interacting with mutuals through tags and captions 💋 it’s my way of flirting and will swoon if you do the same

Happy swelling, babies 🫡

#happy one year tumblrversary!#so grateful to be here #updated my pinned post for 2024 #xoxo #pinned post

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prettyb0ycvnt · 17 days

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hi freaks of tumblr . here's my introduction post teeheehee <3

my name is aiden ! i am an eighteen year old gay trans man - pre-op and pre-t unfortunately ... but whatever im still hot. giggles and twirls hair.

more about me :3

☆ freakiest virgin you've ever met. i'd like that to CHANGE but uhhghhh the most i can get is freaks on tumblr (hit me up lalalala)

☆ real life prince charming pupboy :3 !!!

☆ literally not an ounce of dominance inside me at ALL i'm very submissive!!!! to an insane extent!!!

☆ bottom.

☆ perpetually in heat actually. need that to be rectified

☆ bst timezone. british twink moving like Oh Good Heavens... Oh My... Good Grief...

☆ my asks are open all the time to anyone! dms are open for mutuals only. i prefer getting asks; i'm bad with managing messages. please do not message me with sexual intention if you are a woman (im a faggot) (please do message me if you're an older man!!!! i love older men!!! i love all men!! please message me if you're a man!!!! or nb!!! please!!) also feel free to dm or ask me stuff if you just wanna be friends!!! blank blogs do not message me it weirds me out x

☆ i'm a writer! my posts may tend to get real descriptive if i'm not hornied-out beyond all comprehensive thought!!

☆ i am transgender and a lot of the stuff i post will focus on this :3 !!! my posts will reference fem biology but i'm not a girl don't call me one or i'll rip my hair out and die.

☆ im a GAY MAN!!! please don't repost my stuff if you're a cishet blogger or a 'men dni' blog im literally a. man and i love men and i talk about loving men and im the antithesis of everything u stand for . all queer freaks (including. wlw!!!) can do whatever they want with my posts :3

☆ some of my non-freakish interests include acting, literature, writing, baking, reading and certain fandoms that i don't want to explicitly reference in case this post appears to them uhm feel free to ask me about them!!!

claimed anons: 😵💫 ; 👾 ; 🪰

dni: minors, MAPs, bigots of any kind, trans fetishisers, ed & sh blogs, ageless blogs, weirdo freaks of the bad kind!!

interactions disclaimer: i don't accept nudes, nor will i send any. buuut i'm totally open to any sort of conversation you wanna have with me :3 !! please keep my limits in mind they're down below...!

tags

#☆ aiden's corner -> silly thoughts of mine!! sometimes they r Slightly lesser hornyposting... sometimes they're just funny things ithink of. welcum to aiden's corner !!

#☆ aiden's freakish thoughts -> hornyposting to the maxxxx.... under this tag im a FREAAKKK

☆ reblogs -> stuff i find relatable or stuff i find super duper hot . perhaps both at the same time!!

#☆ anon -> answering anonymous asks!

#☆ asks -> when used alone, answering non-anon asks! also used in conjunction with #☆ anon :3

me if u even care

okay thats all i can think of rn ummm anyway. stuff i'm into & limits under the cut :3

i looove >_< !!!

praise, degradation, breeding, petplay, major voice kink!, exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, objectification, free-use, cockwarming, royalty, dumbification, somnophilia, forcemasc and ummm probably more you should totes talk to me so we can find out!

limits >:[ !!!

detrans/misgendering, forced feminisation, scat, bestiality, watersports, blood, basically any bodily fluids that aren't cum or spit, anything to do with feet, feederism, weight gain/weight loss, incest/fauxcest, ageplay, extreme cnc, rape, daddy/mommy, pregnancy, basically everything else that's super fucking weird and unethical. -> if you're into these things that's totally fine!! i'd just prefer they're not brought up in regards to myself ^_^

bodily terms for myself :3

not on t nor have i had surgery so i still very much have female parts and im fine with them being referred to as such!!! acceptable terms include cunt, pussy/boypussy, slit, hole, clit, chest, tits, (t-)cock& (t-)dick !! all i ask is that the term vagina is not used.

things i like being called >_<

please refer to me with masculine or neutral terms, nothing feminine. degrading terms like whore, bitch, slut and any other varieties (cumslut, etc.) are 100% okay! in fact please call me them!! praising terms like good boy are wooonderful. call me puppy/pup and ill explode and die (in a good way!!!) tbh literally call me anything as long as its not feminine and i'll love it. lalalalaa

#about me #mlm nsft #trans nsft #ftm nsft #ftm mlm #suppose i should put a little navigation here too ->#☆ aiden's corner #☆ aiden's freakish thoughts #☆ anon #☆ asks #☆ reblogs

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gainingpeach · 2 months

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I've always wondered this about these feedee and feeder relationships (not yours specifically) but...

Do you think (hypothetically) if a feeder wanted to lose weight (please don't lol) their boyfriend/fiance/husband /wife still want to be with them?

Just in general. It doesn't seem like there be much in it for them except just the love and the commitment to each other.

This is a great question.. speaking only for my relationship and the experience I’ve had with him I want to say first and foremost we love each other and our love goes beyond our shared love for this fetish/kink.

When I initially started gaining we had this talk and we have had it many times since. (reassurance is needed sometimes😅) I can’t say every feeder is going to be understanding or accepting if their partner changes their mind down the line, but I will say they should be. Because at the end of the day, this is real life, weight affects us all differently and it’s fucking hard work carrying this weight around all day just like it’s hard work packing on the weight. Fantasies are hot but you have to be able to be realistic and separate fantasy and real life or at least have some sort of line, if that makes sense. Any decent feeder SHOULD be understanding and empathetic with their feedee and their needs and newfound struggles they will experience, especially if they’re gaining past the 400lb mark because it’s a different type of heaviness 🥵

But basically COMMUNICATION is key just like in all relationships. I definitely think feeders who actually want to have a feeder/feedee long term relationship need to have that conversation with themselves and ask “can I handle it if they decide to stop gaining and or lose weight, are they more to me than just a body/fetish, do I want an actual relationship with this person” those are hard questions but they are so necessary. I mean unless you don’t care and don’t have the mental capacity to think about the other person and only care about your needs/gratification..😅

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intradognition · 8 months

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*paws you gently*

DNI ☆ minors. beyond that, i block liberally if i dont like your content/vibes

! I WILL BLOCK IF UR AGE ISNT LISTED !

THE DOG ☆ puppy (it/its), 20. not a person, a dog! weird white goth autigender/whatever + trans freak! queer + into everyone in the t4t way (cishets there is just about nothing for you here.) im very autistic so please be patient with puppy ^^ it writes in both first and third person :3

☆ uncollared virgin ; i subpost frequently but in reality im mostly a dom. tmblr is not my main form of media and i am very forgetful so i might abandon this blog accidentally </3

— blog functionings (msgs, asks, tags)

DMs ☆ open, but it's likely i'll only respond to mutuals

ASKS ☆ [#dogtorasks] open and anon allowed. come say hi to puppy!!!!

TAGS ☆ #dogtor barks for general dogblogging, #pawndering for writing/pupposting/etc, #mommy knows best for mommyposting, #puppy brain or #mommy brain for some rbs, #intradognothing for shitposts. i dont tw/tag any of the content i repost, but will mark my personal posting ab ocd as #ocd

☆ more about puppy & nsft under the cut ☆

— more ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

☆ it has a lot of interests but this blog is almost exclusively for dogposting! it may engage if they come up/be mentioned regardless

☆ i prefer neutral terms for myself but am also fine with masc ones! feel free to bark filthy names at me in my asks because i can and will start wagging

puppy terms:

chest, tits ; cunt, hole

trans people are welcome to call me mommy.

no fem terms/words, i much prefer being called a stupid fag/dumb puppy/etc. rather than gendered terms though :3

puppy likes, in no specific order:

pupplay (gestures vaguely at the blog) and petplay in general, i just prefer dogs

breeding (NOT pregnancy)

mommy/sub dynamics of all sort (as the mommy + i favor mommy/pet) but also mommy as a submissive role

praise, degradation/humiliation, begging

pain, bondage + marking (receiving)

dumbification, corruption [#dollposting]

monsterfucking. i LOVE monsters [#monsterfucking + #vampirefucking]

hierophilia (priests, religious shame, angels/demons, etc)

do not bring these things near puppy:

scat/emeto

sibling incest

feederism/weight kink

raceplay/beastiality

transphobia/detrans/misgendering

#dogtor barks #dogtor asks #pawndering #puppy brain #intradognothing #monsterfucking #vampirefucking #dollposting #mommy knows best #mommy brain

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donnerpartyofone · 5 months

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I had a terrible dream that our female cardinal neighbor died, I couldn't imagine what her husband would do without her. They're extremely romantic with each other, always necking on the power lines and everything, I sometimes worry about them neurotically. In the dream I also saw a small gray bird that hadn't visited us in real life, and I swear one turned up on the fire escape this morning: a perfect little orb, a catbird I think. This isn't a picture of a catbird, it's a tufted titmouse, but the photo is really funny to me so I'm posting it anyway because birds can't prevent me from making fun of them on the internet.

I've also been pondering this perfect stick and stone that a previous tenant left out here. Their placement seems so oddly deliberate, I mean these things couldn't get up here by themselves; it's like some sort of monkey man lived here before. Now I use them to menace the squirrel that keeps trying to get in the bird feeder, like I'm some sort of monkey man. The bird feeder is linking me to my primitive past and I'm in my own personal ALTERED STATES.

#Spotify

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lanawinterscigarettes · 19 days

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Kinktober 2024 info post/prompt list

hey guys! I decided to open up my askbox for kinktober this year. these are a few prompts I decided to collect and put into one post that way it'll be easier for my followers to find and so they'll know which ones I'll feel comfortable with writing. if you're another writer feel free to reblog or use any of the prompts on this list if you want to <3

note: I won't have any set days or characters this year, it's more of a first come first serve sort of thing. I recommend sending in your ask for kinktober earlier this month that way I can make sure it gets finished and posted in time. check my character list* to see who I write for, and feel free to ask any questions if you have them <3

*(speaking of my character list, I may or may not add a few new fandoms to the list within the next coming weeks, so make sure you keep an eye on that)

hand kink

breath play/choking

blood play/kink

biting/marking kink

dry humping/grinding/clothed sex

free use kink

oral fixation

mirror sex

edging/overstimulation

public sex

roleplay

thigh riding

dirty talk

impact play/spanking/slapping/etc

boot worship

sexting/phone sex

pegging

cockwarming

make-up sex

praise kink

degrading/humiliation kink

bondage/restraints

somnophilia

knife/gun play

striptease

double penetration

mutual masturbation

morning/sleepy sex

striptease

wet dream

against a wall

voyeurism/exhibitionism

pet play

collaring/ownership kink

cum play

dacryphilia

feederism (feeding kink)

sex toys

hair pulling

breeding kink

wax play

sex pollen/aphrodisiac

begging

corruption kink

fingering

facial

prostitution/sex work

car sex

thighfucking/tittyfucking

oral sex (including facefucking/facesitting)

lingerie

uniform kink

anal sex

threesome/foursome/moresome

caught in the act

medical kink

being recorded

aftercare

a few more things:

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I'll do my best to keep the reader completely gender neutral when I can, but when I can't they'll most likely be afab unless requested or otherwise specified. I feel the most comfortable writing afab readers in general, especially transmasc readers as I'm transmasc myself, but that doesn't mean I won't write amab readers because I absolutely will

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gyuluttony · 9 months

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i wanna see a nomin fic 👀 surprise me basically mwehehehe

ever since their little puppy play messages showed up on my tl, they've been like rotting my brain and i feel like at this stage, i'm like allergic to doing something that doesn't have mutual gain because it ticks like every box for me.

Waddle You Home

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes, stuckage, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

"C'mon, I'm sick of seeing you moping around the apartment whenever I go to hang out with Haechan!" Mark whined as Jeno flopped over on the couch.

"No, it's fine. I'm used to this sort of betrayal at this point." He spoke it so flatly that it was hard to take it seriously but his smile consumed all his features when he felt a sweater land on his head, the act of rebellion from his roommate as he laughed, "It's fine. You guys go have fun... I'll just order some food or something." He opened his phone to scroll, browsing potential places before looking up at Mark who was now hovering over him.

"Again?" Mark scratched his head as he looked at the door, "Bud, I know you're sad but you know that, food doesn't fill in the gaps of your heart right?" A good natured pat to Jeno's stomach, which didn't feel as firm as it used to as his face warmed slightly.

"Yeah, I know that?" Jeno replied as coolly as he could when Mark shrugs and walks away, seemingly satisfied with the answer as he walked out the door to text Haechan that he was on his way. The sound of the locks clicking shut made Jeno sit up as he processed what just happened.

He didn't think it would become noticeable that fast.

Jeno might have started the season heartbroken after a long requited crush fizzled out with no chance after he had gotten with someone else but it was quickly resolved when he met someone on a dating website. He knew there was a quickly eroding stigma with meeting people this way however, this wasn't the average dating site.

It was a site for those with a feederism fetish to meet and interact with one another. He had always been aware of his desire to make a guy grow as well as a quieter desire to grow himself so he lurked on there for a good amount of time, using the photos guys uploaded of their growing bodies as fuel during the lonelier months. He wasn't a completely blank profile, opting to upload shots of his toned body and a face photo in private in case he talked to someone.

The last thing he expected to find was someone who he could connect to but people met their matches in the most peculiar ways. Jaemin was someone on the app who had grown in popularity and waistline lately and Jeno couldn't remember whether he had messaged first or Jaemin did. The close proximity they lived to each other made it feel close enough that it didn't feel like it was on a place like this and the same age made them connect instantly.

From what Jeno learned, Jaemin was a student that was graduating soon and in the haze of his last year, had put a clean sixty pounds on his figure, adding a nice gut on top of arms that looked like they could choke someone out. Basically, Jeno was always losing it when he uploaded a photo and they started talking about how the gain had snuck up on Jaemin and slowly he learned that Jaemin was someone who could put his influence on anyone he spoke to... that or Jeno was incredibly attracted to him and was willing to do what he wanted to make him happy.

The conversations that they shared slowly became more than just the kink that they shared but as they continued to nurture a mutual understanding of the other, they realized how comfortable they were with the other. With Jaemin, he wanted something that could be a little more than typical feedist relationship and with Jeno, how he wanted to gain himself as well as try out being someone's puppy, which excited Jaemin as much as it did him.

His phone buzzed as he looked at what Jaemin had texted him. They swapped off of the in-app messenger and started to use their phone numbers which was making everything feel all too real now that he was registered as a contact in the other man's phone.

'he said all that???? lololol i mean it makes sense you've been eating like a fat ass lately so it was only a matter of time before it showed.'

Jeno felt his face flush while he watched the three dots bounce up and down.

'besides, i told you that i wanted a big dog and you're just catching up to me. i'm a big guy now so it wouldn't make sense to have a small dog.'

Licking his lips, he typed out his reply as he felt himself growing excited,

'mhm'

'c'mon, i don't like that response lolol you can do better samoyed'

'woof woof'

Jeno sees the speech bubble pop a couple of times as he deduces Jaemin's trying to think of a reply but is too flustered to keep his cool. Lifting his sweater, Jeno looks at his stomach again. It's no wonder Mark was noticing it more. It was bulging upwards even when he lied down. His pants were squeezing him as they showed off his love handles more and they were starting to grow more tight around his thighs. His bulge wasn't making it any less tight as he snapped a photo and sent it to Jaemin, pushing out his stomach more so that he looked bigger.

'mmm?'

He could tell Jaemin was probably jerking off to the photo as it wasn't until he was chowing down on the burgers that he ordered when he responded,

'you put on that weight faster than i thought. it's going to make that first meeting happen even sooner.'

Originally, they planned to meet somewhere in a couple of months... but the original goal was to see how much damage Jeno was going to do to his waistline in that time before they met. However, at the rate that Jeno has been expanding, they were going to meet pretty soon. He just had a knack for getting fatter apparently. As the multiple burgers in his order made their way into his gut, he burped and rubbed his bloated belly.

Maybe he wanted to meet him sooner and that's why his body was doing its everything in fattening him up faster and he couldn't say that he disliked the feeling.

It wasn't a farfetched statement to say that starting to talk to Jaemin was something that changed Jeno's life for the better. He had spent month after month pining for guys that weren't looking his way, consistently upset with his body despite being in peak physical condition year round and just overall unhappy with himself.

Coming to terms with his struggling in the dating pool and unconventional fetish of being into helping guys put on weight was something that was difficult for a gay man of this era so he had resigned all hope to just ignoring the part that makes him tick. Seeing guys put on weight and just generally lose their figure to gluttony.

Jeno had fully resigned to not ever indulging this side of his habits and living vicariously through pleasuring himself while seeing what gainers across the world were doing to themselves. But, everything switched when he got a message from Jaemin on the website that they were on.

He was the type to fall hard and fast and maybe that's why he was influenced by Jaemin's words so easily.

"you call that a meal? jeno you're such a big guy i'm sure you can handle more food than that."

"you said you were still hungry so what's stopping you from getting another combo... or three."

"that's what i thought... until i broke my pants earlier this week. i think you'll be on that path soon too. more like a pig than a dog now."

It was one thing to picture helping a guy get fatter through his own help but Jaemin was doing it so effortlessly, not realizing the impact that he was having on Jeno who was so eager to listen to the requests. Within the past couple of months, he could hardly remember the nights where he didn't go to sleep stuffed to the brim, rubbing his gut and seeing Jaemin's encouraging messages.

It's not like Jeno was putting on the weight alone. Some messages were shot the other way and he knew that Jaemin was always caught off guard when Jeno bit back in the way that he usually did.

"you said you'd leave treats for me but here you are so stuffed you can't even get up? who's the pig here?"

"jaemin, you'd think you'd wear things that fit but you keep busting your buttons just about every week. how long until your chair is next?"

"it makes sense your arms are so buff considering how much fat you have to lift when you touch yourself, jaeminnie."

Swinging out of left field was enough to get Jaemin to lose his mind with Jeno, taking more time to reply and he was familiarized with the idea of knowing Jaemin was getting off on the messages.

They had fallen into a fattening sync with each other and it was no wonder their growth photos had accelerated since they started talking. Jeno was more than eager to catch up to Jaemin's growth and with his desire to be his fat lap dog, it wasn't going to be hard to do so.

The day of their promised meeting finally arrived as Jeno pulled up to his apartment complex, more nervous than anything else. It was going without saying that the feelings that he had for Jaemin weren't something that were just in the feederism bubble.

He loved the fact that he had grown to this size. Being conscious of how his gut bounced with each step that he took. Choosing to take the stairs as he had to adjust to how much his thighs rubbed while he took a step up and how much weight was weighing him down. A simple stair climb that would have taken him about five minutes a couple months ago was now taking more than ten as he made his way up.

But, the feelings he had for Jaemin ran a lot deeper than just this feeling of wanting to grow under his hand. He wanted to be with him as a lover. They've already shared so much about themselves. Their insecurities. Their fears. What they aspire to do in life. It just so happened they connected through their mutual kink and mutual desire to help the other grow.

"the doors open when you get here."

Jeno caught his breath once he arrived at Jaemin's floor, already a little excited from the exertion that got him to this point before he ended up in front of the door. Twisting the knob revealed the empty walkway before he saw the man who was responsible for his physique move his way into view, his gut leading the way as he smiled.

"There's my puppy." Jeno couldn't help but jog over, reveling in the way his fat bounced and seeing the look on Jaemin's face that told him that he was doing the same. It felt better to be hugged by those strong arms he grew to adore than just admire them online but they were a lot softer than he once would have guessed.

Their bellies kissing made it difficult for the hug to be proper, fat melding into the other as Jaemin looked a little meek. "Ah, is it bad that I wanted to do things a little more properly... but right now, I don't think I can get just enough with a hug?"

Jeno felt his heart swell before he moaned as he felt Jaemin's hands wander his fat body, "You're even bigger than I thought you'd be. I can't believe I helped put all this on and I'm just getting to feel it now."

There's a cocky smile on Jeno's face, "Of course. I got this fat just for you and you're the one that spoiled me to this size." He fondled Jaemin's chest which got a surprise gasp from the man, "It's not like you're that small yourself though, huh, Jaeminnie."

They're so intertwined with each other that Jeno can feel the way that his words send a chill through Jaemin's spine as he smiles, "Some mouth on this dog. Maybe we'll have to see how many treats it'll take to make you nice and obedient."

In a whirlwind of kisses and exploring the vast bodies they had worked up, they end up in Jaemin's kitchen. Jeno hops on the counter after a few attempts, his belly spilling into his lap as he spreads his legs where Jaemin moves in closer, their bellies pressing into each other once again.

A small little peck, full of more endearment than lust is enough to make Jeno feel like he's just a lovestruck puppy before Jaemin opens the fridge and pulls out some cartons of heavy cream. Raising the spout to his lips, Jeno drinks eagerly, his hands on his belly as he feels himself inflate with each eager gulp.

The praises that Jaemin sings to him with each carton is enough to make him break any record that he once had with how much he could drink, feeling so full that he might burst. He burps before gasping as Jaemin moves his belly up, rubbing his crotch.

"I have to pet everywhere I can on my puppy after all. Belly rubs for a good boy." Thanks to how bloated he felt, the outward pressure of Jaemin's firm hands was coaxing more burps out of him and only adding to the pleasure that he felt like he was drowning in. His hand teased the fat pad, brushing it and running it over Jeno's length.

"You always look amazing but I think I love seeing you in this much pleasure, puppy." Jeno's eyes open wide at the revelation and Jaemin can't help but look a little embarrassed at the reaction. "Just... forget I said that."

"Say it again." Jeno hopped off the counter, wincing at how his belly moved at the sudden feeling before he wrapped his arm around Jaemin's fat waist, feeling his arm blending into fat as he looked at him with a smile so wide.

They seemed to just get each other perfectly as Jaemin repeated, "I love you."

Their lips crashed into each other as Jeno's hand snuck into Jaemin's pants after feeling the other man rut his erection into him. He pulled away with a smile, "Jaemin, do you really have nothing that fits because how did you burst your pants when I didn't even feed you yet?"

"I was just that excited to see you." Jeno chuckles before he hears Jaemin add, "And maybe I had a little panic meal before you got here."

He didn't expect to find something as perfect as this online but he wasn't going to complain and given how Jaemin's gut seemed to hunger for more, he knew that he was going to feel the exact same way about it.

#kpop feederism #nct feederism #gyuluttonous behaviour #chubby jaemin #chubby jeno #weight gain fiction

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indigobrushpen · 1 year

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the night out

[Second Person POV; OC x GN!Reader. Eructo, Belly Kink, very slight Feeder/Feedee dynamics. Content Warning for Alcohol and depictions of drunkenness.]

So here's the thing- you don't really drink. You don't really go out to clubs, you don't really throw back shots like your old college roommates, you don't really pop a six pack of beer when you're alone. You don't avoid it, per se, and you can drink. You just don't usually. It's not typically your thing.

Here's the other thing: Felicia does not drink. She grew up and lived in a strict, silver spoon household until recently and is still new to the things most of her peers have explored years ago. And now that you're both living comfortably together, now that it's the weekend and neither of you have to clock in tomorrow, Felicia wants to give it a try.

That, more than anything, explains your current predicament. Standing by the bar, nursing a glass of water, looking out over the sea of people grinding and dancing in search of a head of red hair, maybe a glimpse of the nice green dress Felicia put on before you left. You've been here for about an hour now. Maybe a little more. The club is humid, loud, and you kind of don't like it. But Felicia does, so you're just going to have to endure it.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her slump into a barstool, a hand on her stomach, and you think huh.

Maybe she doesn't like it as much as you thought.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to her. "You alright?"

Felicia looks up at you suddenly (and winces a bit, like the movement almost hurts). Her blue eyes are sort of glassy and her pink lips are flushed; the tight green dress she's wearing is somehow tighter than when she left the house, stretching across her chest and the large swell of her stomach. Even her low ponytail, usually immaculately tied, has a few loose strands. It's a far cry from how composed she usually is, only heightened by the discomfort on her face.

"I- I'm fine, honey, just-" Felicia says after a moment, swallowing somewhat discreetly. "Just- must've had a little too much to drink, is all."

That's the weirdest thing- she doesn't look plastered, or anything. A little drunk, sure- but mostly just uncomfortable. And you have a feeling that's mostly due to the giant meal she had before she arrived. The music is loud and the people are louder, but even still you can hear the way her stomach gurgles unhappily.

"Here," you hand her the glass of water. "Drink. It’ll make you feel better."

She takes it gratefully, and there's something mesmerizing about the way she primly places the rim to her lips and takes a dainty swig. The way she sort of tilts her head back, the water traveling down and making her chest rise and fall with every gulp. The way her posture is straight and perfect, even as she sets down the cup with a pleased, proper smile.

And there’s something especially mesmerizing about the way Felicia burps immediately afterwards.

“BUUUURRRRRGGGHHHHPPP!”

It practically surges out of her, deep and long and loud, making her chest cave in and her whole body thrust forward. A few people glance at her weirdly- most don’t notice.

When she gets it out she slaps her hands over her mouth, her body tense and her eyes wide. For a moment you both just stare at each other- she’s utterly mortified and you’re. Well.

“E-Excuse me,” she giggles sheepishly through her hands. Then she starts giggling a little louder, and this is how you know Felicia is, to some extent, super drunk, because she’d normally be mortified to near tears about burping in public. That’s not to say she isn’t embarrassed now, because she clearly is- she just. Normally wouldn’t laugh about it.

Her belly gurgles and her giggling dies down.

“Mmh- excuse me,” Felicia repeats. Then she makes a face and burps again.

This one is even nastier and louder than the first. It draws more weirded out stares and sounds airier, and tighter than the first- it sounds like it hurts to get out. Felicia winces again and presses her hand to her lips, daintily.

“You okay?” you manage, once the surprise wears off. Hesitantly, you place a hand between her shoulder blades to comfort her.

“Sorry, I- I just,” her face contorts in discomfort again. She clutches her stomach, slightly shrinking in on herself. “I just… oooh. Oh, that's- not good…"

"What's not good?" you ask.

“My stomach,” she mumbles inaudibly.

“What?”

“My stomach hurts,” Felicia says, eyes squeezing shut. “My stomach hurts, and- and I really need to burp, but I can’t-”

She trails off., pursing her lips. You think about teasing her for burping earlier, but decide against it.

“Want me to help?” you ask, and even though she probably has no idea how you’re going to help, she nods her head.

(Now. If you’re being honest- what you do next isn’t entirely for Felicia. Well, it is. But there’s a part of you that’s imagining Felicia gulp down beer cans, filling herself with warm, fizzy liquid and air, looking at you with those big eyes, asking you to help-)

“Okay,” you say to her. The music blares, and people dance- nobody’s looking at the two of you. “All I need you to do is keep your hands on your stomach, okay? You don’t have to press down or anything- yeah, just like that.”

And maybe she really is uncomfortable, because she doesn’t even protest. You look at her- her pudgy limbs and fat stomach and soft double chin, her loosely tied red hair and round face and glassy, pained blue eyes and her pink lips, the flashing lights casting across her face-

You place a hand flat on her back, between her shoulder blades, and the other over her tummy, right on top of her hands. You rub the spot a few times, just to ease her into it.

“You ready?” you murmur, and Felicia nods.

At her signal, you start to firmly pat her back. Her tummy gurgles in protest immediately, and Felicia belches up a cloud of trapped air.

“‘Scuse me,” Felicia murmurs, hand on her chest.

You pat her back again, coaxing more gas out of her bloated, upset stomach. Your hand keeps a steady rhythm against her back, and Felicia burps again. “Mmm, ‘scuse me.”

It’s a pattern, really. As simple and as normal as waking up and making breakfast every morning. You pat her back, Felicia burps, and then excuses herself with varying degrees of embarrassment.

Eventually, Felicia seems to sober up a little. A final, nasty burp tears out of her mouth, bubbly and loud to the point that a guy just openly stares at her, and Felicia blushes and claps her hands over her mouth with the reminder of her being in a very, very public space.

She looks utterly humiliated, eyes darting around the room like everyone’s staring at her. They aren’t (only a few are), but you feel bad nonetheless and open your arms. She turns and slumps into them, burying her face into your shoulder.

You pat her back, this time more to comfort her than to relieve her of trapped gas. “You get it all out?”

Against your shoulder, Felicia gives a slight nod.

“Feel better?”

Another nod.

“Is she okay?” asks the bartender, pointing at Felicia; undoubtedly a witness to Felicia’s tummy troubles, and Felicia stiffens slightly. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off her in waves, and you send the bartender a reassuring smile.

So here’s how the night ends: there are some strangers, nameless and faceless and unimportant, who either remember that they saw a girl let out the biggest burps known to man, or they forgot all about it. There’s Felicia, who thankfully manages to find a few moments of humor in the whole thing despite her utter humiliation the next morning.

And then, there’s you. You don’t usually drink and you don’t usually go out. But if it means a repeat of tonight, Felicia pliant and bloated in your arms, mannerless and sheepish-

Well. You could stand to do it more.

#eructo #burp kink #oc x reader #tw alcohol #indigofic

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acestragedy · 2 months

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Ace's Intro Post

Achilles/Ace, 19, he/him real trans man, new to kink stuff

Minors DNI, have some sort of age signifier in bio or intro

mainly into detrans/misgen, misogyny, free use/cnc and hypno but I'll probably end up posting other stuff as well

think im more of a dom in kink but im not opposed to rbing sub stuff

asks and dms are open, feel free to chat :>

Limits: minors, raceplay, scat, diaper play, ageplay/ddlg/daddy as a title, feederism, feet, me sending pictures or personal information, and me being misgendered/detrans towards me

#aces #might add to this later the longer im here #aces asks #aces ook #<- tags ive used

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hornyprinceling · 3 months

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Hello everyone!

Finally making a pinned post only *checks pocket watch* four months late

Intro to me

You may call Prince, Master, God or anything of the sort (No Daddy please. No shame to those who like it, it's just not for me) Adding "My" onto any of these will win you horny points

I live in PST but I have insomnia so I will be awake at weird hours

I am a trans guy so please use He/Him or Fae/Faeself please.

Taken by my wonderful boyfriend!

I have hyper-mobility from EDS. I also have POTS (not weed lol)

I am a switch who can go from one to the other extremely quickly.

Kinks

Yes/Sometimes

Sub

Blasphemy/Hierophilia

Bondage

Breeding (NO PREG)

Corruption

Exhibition

Fae fucking

Huccow

Hypno/Brainwashing

Light choking

Light CNC

Mind break

Pet play

Priest

Royalty/Prince

Somnophilia

Tentacles

Voice kink

Dom

Usually up for anything (besides hard limits) just ask!

Hard Limits

Anything illegal

Feeder/Feedee

Incest/fauxest

Piss/scat/vomit

Snuff/gore

Detrans (Aimed at me)

Ageplay

Raceplay

DNI + Rules

Minors/Ageless/Blank blogs get the fuck out

Transphobes, homophobes misogynists, racists, ableists, pro-Israel people please leave and get some therapy

40+ please do not try to sext with me

If you want to sext with me say, "I have read the rules" before you start

DO NOT SEND UNSOLICTED PICS! ASK BEFORE

I tend to go into a sex repulsed state after orgasm so please keep that in mind

AFTERCARE IS NOT OPTIONAL

My Tags

#thinking of him for my FWB

#my pics exactly what it says (coming soon)

If any of y'all want to praise me

https://pleasepraise.me/inbox

This will be added to as time goes on

Thank y'all for reading and have yourself a lovely time!

#pinned intro

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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Hi feederism/ed anon here, i'm just curious about what ethics are considered here, i'm not sure why 'its not a concern bcz things are worse and insignificant' is being said when my claim isn't the opposite or to rally against it but i get covering bases. I think binge eating and food addiction is disordered eating. Anyways with anorexia someone entering the fetish world will enable their ed and same with feederism, imo. Ofcourse everything can be ideally done in a safe way and we need to afford more agency to the people and provide frameworks. Perhaps also you don't see a lot of these my 600lb like shows, obvs very minor cases but i would assume anyone would regret destroying their health due to getting into it eventually and my issue is where does the responsibility for the feeder come in.

I don't think you see just how much baggage that ask was laden with.

Literally why do you care?

And I don't mean "Why do you care that people harm themselves?" I mean "Why do you care when it's about food and not the rest of the time?"

Tons of kink practices can be dangerous if done the wrong way or done to extreme. All kinksters have a responsibility to think about their actions and make conscious choices.

People with emotional problems of all kinds can get worse in kink spaces. Or better. It depends on the person and is not my business or responsibility as a rando who doesn't even know them.

The feeder is not more responsible than the feed-ee or whatever they're called. If it's a consensual BDSM thing, they both chose it, and they both accepted the dangers.

Why are you treating this as a victim and someone in charge?

Also, frankly, we don't know if a given person gaining a bunch of weight through kink practices is actually all that unhealthy. We know that high weights are associated with bad health outcomes, but they're often a product of an underlying health condition. Sometimes, they're a sign of a sedentary lifestyle, which we know to be massively unhealthy.

Do I think it's probably unhealthy? Sure, but I drink alcohol, and I drink far more tea than the recommended daily level of caffeine. Lots of people do unhealthy things that are part of their culture or that they personally enjoy.

This idea that fatness is uniquely and dramatically unhealthy is very silly.

The kink being rare doesn't make it more or less healthy. That wasn't the point. The point is that because it is rare, you focusing on this is suspicious in the extreme. Why this and not something else?

I don't watch a lot of reality TV, but do most of those My 600 LB Life stars actually get fat through kink?! And if they don't, then why are you making this connection?

On another note, do you actually understand anything about how bodies work? If I entered into some sort of feeder relationship, I'd have to also be bedridden to gain that kind of weight. Genetically, my body just doesn't want to be all that heavy. I fidget it off. Not down to a super skinny size, but down to about my current size. I could gain 50 Lbs, no problem. I could not gain 200 Lbs without a decade and major mobility changes prior to the weight. Even if people are doing this kink IRL, how much are they actually packing on? I don't know, and it seems like you don't either. How can we talk realistically about the dangers if we don't even know what the RL kink community looks like?

If your issue is "I want to be a feeder, but I think I'd be harming my partner", then say so.

Otherwise, this sounds like someone who has watched too much sensationalist media about how fatness is the devil.

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