Minors DNI, this is a kink blog and i like to goon in peace ✯ im 21, turning 22 in june '26 ✯ taken by my Master ✯ everique gay tboy ✯ i ♡ tummies and ngl i might be into v0re shhhh don't tell ;3
hi you can call me by my username, or just digi, but i guess i shall reveal that my name is actually Beck (he/xe/ix), i'm 21 and i'm horrendously mentally ill but i live in the US and my family can't afford mental health care so instead i get freaky on the internet. if ur an adult please like and subscribe if you udnerstand /j
i'm a tboy and gay for my boyfie who i call my Master. if you saw what this said before no you didn't. my Master is 30 and we met when i was 20. i love my older boyfriend. if you are any younger than me i would say be very cautious when considering older partners, i just got really lucky that my older man ain't a creep but not everyone will be as lucky so be careful out there peeps
anyways
i have many kinks so this blog is NOT FOR KIDS go away minors go back to the mines!!!!! yearn for them coal or something!!! not for adult stuff on the internet plz or you'll end up like me, an unemployed highschool drop out who sits at home doing nothing in particular
ok now that the minors are gone this is a kink account!!!!! I LOVE GOONING lets goon
stuff i'll probably post about the most
✯ tummies in general, i post my own tum sometimes
✯ hunger kink & stuffing kink (not extreme tho cuz my twink ass can't eat very much ;-;)
✯ occasional v♡re but i'll tag it for those who don't want to see that stuff, i am jsut discovering i goon to it far too often for it to be a casual interest 🥀
✯ maybe my tummy sounds if i can actually get a good recording
✯ stories & drawings i make related to my kinks/interests
✯ oh yeah bdsm cuz... thats a big part of my relationships... ❀ܓ(｡◠ ꇴ ◠｡ )
✯ i also need to start reblogging stuff i like i just get so nervous im shy ok picture the most pathetic tboy whimpering in his bed wondering whether he's allowed to reblog a post or not ( •́︿•̀) thats me..
and uhhh i've decided not to do a dni and i'll jsut block whoever pisses me off or makes me uncomfortable yeeeeeee
living with my master lately and it's been so nice, he's helping me eat properly and in turn i get so fuckin hungry waiting for dinnertime cuz my tummy is so used to being well-fed now. i have someone to cuddle with at night and to care for me.
anyways here's my tummy right now after i exhausted all my energy wrestling with master and trying with my entire being to pin him down but failing because i am small.
not to mention we smoke so much weed that i've got the munchies 24/7 haha (for reference i had 2 eggs and 2 donuts earlier as well as a massive honey bun this morning and yet somehow he (my tum) is empty again (-_-) i don't have the heart to tell master cuz we don't have much money for extra food right now so i'll just be patient :'3
like omg why so growly i ate so much earlier i thought ;-;
awoke this morning and just curled into a ball to listen to my tummy as it started to wake up... that lil thing in the body is so cute, love the stomach 11/10
i ate like an hour ago this is ridiculous why am i so hungry now (𖦹﹏𖦹;) my entire gut is rumbling like crazy
all the digestion happening so fast inside of me it's hard to keep up with. i can never feed myself fast enough. idk when dinner will be ready. i shall lay here and soak in this needy feeling.. mmmmmmnhhh.
yall remember how i posted like a couple hours ago absolutely stuffed until my belly was round.... well uhh
yeahhhh guess who's already reallyyyy hungry again *whimpers pathetically* i took an hour long nap and now i can press deep into my stomach again and he jsut feels so emptyyyyyy like the food is technically still in my body just not my stomach so he's immediately crying about it. i need to stuff myself more often cuz the hungry feeling is so much better afterwards it's like echoing through a deep pit. like my stomach immediately expects me to feed him that much every time. hhshshshhshsh *whining and rubbing my belly as it lets out a pathetic little groan*
might fuck around and get super st♡ned and once he starts begging (won't take long) i'll go to town on some more food. maybe a donut and/or a full box of mac n cheese... tummy's already clenching and gurgling as i dream about various foods... such a needy & impatient little creature ♡
stuffed myself silly cuz my stomach was gnawing at itself so i figured i'd let it have a big treat
safe to say it was filling. usually my belly is soft and almost flat due to how little i normally eat, but after this it was so tight and full that it felt like a basketball.
an hour ago, anyways... i took a shower and my belly is softening again. its only a matter of probably 20 more minutes before it's asking for food again~ such is fate, especially on t shot day.
got scolded yesterday for not feeding myself right and my bratty ass was thinking "hold me down and force feed me then, damn. if you're gonna tell me what to do then make me do it"
my fantasies are far more aggressive than my master is ready for, he's so gentle and caring and then i'm like "do to me what the bullies did to me in highschool except hotter" and he just looks at me with horror like "what..? why would i hurt my puppy??" and im like dadyyy i m a masochisttt its ok ayhh
like tell me why being held down and force fed cake by bullies when i was younger made me begin to discover the depths of my kinks. that is weird!! but also i think science says it makes sense so im ok
my brain is unfortunately a machine that turns my trauma into kinks which is fine and cool i don't mind it's better than being sad about it i think
was just hugging a pillow against my tummy and then my stomach just let out a violent growl that vibrated through the pillow i straight up felt it in my hands dude
hottest thing that's happened to me recently holy shit
alrighty so i finally finished this part of my story i wrote, i'm super nervous to post it but ahahahhah i also am going to do it anyways. i love to revel in my own humiliation. i hope someone enjoys my writing.
straight up let me know if you actually like it plz i'm begginf you i need to knoe if i should post more of my writings from my imaginary world in my head plzzz /hj
ps while editing this, i swear to fuck, my stomach growled every time i got to the parts where Ichor's does the same lmao it's like "bro me too, im just like him, fuckin feed me" and my ass is just "dont be a brat. you will eat later time."
Prince Ichor Lullabye, Journal Entry 01
(warning: some possible triggering themes, including mentions of being physically harmed/tortured, extreme hunger, self-deprecating thoughts, & manipulation. and also a brief mention of self-destructive behavior.)
'To whomever may be reading this journal, I am sincerely apologetic for all that you are about to find out about my family. I, Prince Ichor Lullabye, do solemnly swear that every word I write in this journal is as truthful and honest to my reality as possible. I will be the first to admit that the Royal Lullabye family is corrupt and broken, that King Aster is not the man he appears to be, and that there are likely secrets within these castle walls that even I haven't discovered yet.
First things first, I guess I should clear up the rumors. Yes, the Lullabye Castle has a dungeon below the ground. No, it's not the eccentric & kinky kind of dungeon, and lastly…
Yes. There are prisoners. Vast lengths of corridors filled with prisoners in damp, rusted cells.
I would know, of course. Not quite because I'm tasked to clean cells, either.
I know this dungeon by the chill of her bloodstained concrete floors... The chains digging into my wrists, the weak groans of dying prisoners left to rot. I know this wretched dungeon better than I've ever known myself. As far as I've been made aware, I'm nothing but a silhouette of porcelain white silk, draped haphazardly over a set of bones I've grown far too familiar with being bruised. I've been bloodied up by King Aster for as little as trying to sneak biscuits back to my tower. I hadn't expected an all-powerful ruler to be so preoccupied with harming me that he'd quite literally follow a trail of crumbs.
The Lullabye Kingdom isn't pretty. Maybe in scenery, but certainly not in history. The hidden terrors within the architecture of the Lullabye Castle would be chilling enough to learn of as a citizen of its kingdom. Now, growing up within the palace walls, feels like a special type of hell only known by myself and my late sibling, Emerald. I am a royal child of despair and rot, with killers' blood flowing through my veins, being taught to sit pretty and obey. Learning only after it's too late that I am not meant to be here.
After I've been officially crowned Prince Lullabye, that's just when the symptoms begin to settle into my shaken frame, already holding the weight of an evil crown atop my cranium, now stricken with an inexplicable, incessant hunger that sends me into an uncontrollable bloodlust fueled by desperation that takes over my entire being…'
"Fuuuck.." I wail out in utter disgust at my failure to continue my train of thought after its tragic derailing, much thanks to a pang in my stomach.
I'm probably getting ahead of myself. I can only take so much at once... Taking a shaking breath, I step away from the typewriter. My story yearns to be told, but my mind is in too much of a frenzy to get the words out without dumping all of my suffering directly onto the page. The dull ache radiating in my core has kept my head spinning for days. Fog spreading throughout my skull, causing this terrible inability to adhere thoughts to paper, I feel my eyelids droop as an agonizing pang weakens my entire body... "Rrrrghh… Please," I beg the air as if there were some sort of god here.
Truthfully, I'm lucky. At the very least, I've been isolated to my tower rather than the dungeon. I'm starving, but at least I'm not chained to the wall. King Aster simply hates anyone he doesn't understand. Unfortunately, I happen to be the least understandable individual under the roof of this castle. The buffoon who injected my mother- Queen Ayla- with his disgusting seed, was not King Aster, but a vampiric deadbeat who then passed his horrid bloodsucking genes onto me. However, King Aster would hate if the news got out about his wife's affair. My whole life, we've pretended Aster was my dad. I don't feel the connection at all. Not when the punishment for my biologically inherited behaviors is to be treated as mold and to be banished to my locked tower for as long as my body can go without basic needs.
I look down at my arm, a deep frown engraving itself into my face. I have a large, purple bruise on my wrist, splitting a bit in the middle where Aster had dug his nails into my skin. If I'd get any benefit out of drinking my own blood, I'd scrape at the scab until it gave me some sort of relief. I hate being locked in here. I hate that, when I'm not locked in here, I'm forced to pretend I'm fully human. Aster and my mother both have insisted my whole life that I am not to tell anyone about my vampire genetics, to prevent myself from being attacked even further than I already am on the daily. I am forced to play the part of a human boy who inflicts harm on himself. Always treated like I'm fragile by the public eye, seen as a poor soul doomed to a cycle of restrictive eating habits and self destruction. Believe it or not, I do wish I were given more food each day, contrary to popular belief.
That is, on the days that I am allowed to eat, let alone /feed/. Oftentimes, I am forced to masquerade as if I'm picky or avoidant with my food choices. The truth being, King Aster wants to keep me weak, and starvation is the easiest route. It's more difficult to fight back when all I can focus on is the emptiness within my belly. I huff out a breath I'd been holding, the force of my diaphragm initiating a deep growl from my stomach. Pressing my jittering hand into the aching spot under my ribs, I realize I cannot remember how many days it has been. How long have I been in here? What was my crime again? What have I done to be doomed to wither away in my tower? My head fills with smoke, the memories so shrouded, my state of severe hunger rendering me unable to recall any of the details.
All I have left to do is pace my enclosure, examining the thick, gray paint coating the walls, that likely used to be much prettier, judging by the faint remnants of an intricate floral design in some spots where I've chipped off the paint enough. Tracing the hidden flowers with my fingers, wondering if there could ever be some sort of hidden beauty within myself. Underneath the mask of my Royal title, beneath every layer of traumatic experiences and ways I've learned to act for survival... What am I really? Is there anything about me other than this agonizing bloodlust? I'm so hungry I'd likely eat anything given to me, but my fangs ache, too. In a way that can only be satisfied with the deep ruby red of fresh, warm blood.
I must be a vile, rancid creature of despair. Why else would I drink someone to death? Well, I’m a victim to my own biology. My body yearns for sustenance while clinging to life by my immortality. There have only been a few times where I’ve taken blood without asking, and left a corpse in return. Guilt follows me to this day. I often wonder, though, if it would have ever happened, had Aster not forced me to go without for so long. I’ve lost control after being held in my tower, or the dungeon, countless times. Being immortal and constantly tortured, hunger begins to hurt so bad that I’d rather be killed than let it continue. But instead, I kill others.
/Uurrghh.../ A painful twinge erupts from my core again, paired with my fangs throbbing at the mere thought of my cravings. If I were brave enough, and strong enough, I would tear King Aster’s jugular out of his neck with my teeth. Sadly, he towers over me like a stubborn, unmoving brick wall, so it wouldn’t end well for me. I need to stop ruminating on my predicament. I throw myself onto my circular bed, across the room from the tall window, draping the yellow velvet comforter over my pathetic, aching frame…
Knock-knock, knock. I hear the sound of keys jingling. I breathe a sigh of relief, as I recognize that knock pattern. Unless I’m being tricked, of course.
“Ike? Ichor? Shit, are you in here?” a familiar woman's voice rings with desperation as the door to my room finally opens. I sit up, and she immediately gets a bit startled by my sudden appearance. “Fuck…” It’s my friend, Aziza. She’s a guard for the castle, and she’s technically breaking King Aster’s rules by being friendly with me. None of the other guards seem to show any remorse. She speaks through heaving breaths, “I didn’t see you in the bed, dude. I-...I haven’t seen you all week! What the fuck…?” Aziza holds her hand up, as if to say, ‘Gimme a second, I’ve run all the way up the stairs to the tower, and now I’ve nearly jumped out of my skin upon seeing your pale ass emerge from the blankets.’ At least, that’s what I imagine she’s trying to say, judging by the sweat pooling under her guards’ helm.
“Okay, I’m good. But /you’re/ clearly not doing good!! What the fuck is Aster’s problem? Why is he so cruel to you? He treats you as if you’re worse than a criminal,” Aziza cries out, half-whispering as we’ve agreed to do in hopes of King Aster refraining from throwing us both in the dungeon. I stay quiet for a minute, knowing my voice is going to come out in a creaking sound due to the dryness of my mouth. I begin to overthink, imagining that maybe I am worse than a criminal. Maybe Aster is right and I’m a monster-
/Gurrgrrooaaarr~/ My stomach speaks before I get a chance to. My face blushes hot as I cross my arms over my abdomen, biting my lip, my sensitive fangs flaring up at the sight of someone with human flesh. I refuse to do that to her, though. Aziza is my friend.
She gets this look on her face, like she’s so sad, she might throw up. I’m suddenly terrified she can read my mind, and that she feels betrayed by my urges. “Prince Ichor, my poor baby…” Reaching out a hand to rub my tummy, her lower lip trembles as she closes her eyes real tight. “I guess we’re lucky King Aster isn’t the brightest bulb in the box.” A single tear manifests in her eye, and she quickly blinks it away. I clear my throat, “I’m… A bit confused. What do you mean?”
“I mean, wouldn’t he kill me if he knew I was bringing you food?”
I feel the light return to my eyes as my mouth waters. “Where?” I nearly beg, my hand massaging into my achey, grumbling stomach to help calm it down. Aziza chuckles, a tinge of sadness to her little laugh as she hands me a cranberry muffin. My favorite kind, of the ones that are available, that is. She knows. If we weren't completely incompatible, I'd have thought it was romantic. But alas, I like men, and she doesn't feel romantically drawn to anyone. She's my closest friend. I wonder if the only reason I have her is because she makes the effort to come see me. It feels a bit one-sided, like I don't put in enough effort whatsoever due to my mind being so out of it. I hope she doesn't feel that way. I hope she knows I love her and that I'm not just using Aziza for my own selfish gain.
Suddenly, I'm holding the muffin, frozen in one spot with tears rolling down my face in dark streaks. Aziza has grabbed me by the shoulders, she's looking me in the face and whispering, “Hey, hey, shhhh… It's okay, why are you-...Who made you- I-... Ichor…” She trails off. I know she already knows the answer to every question she usually asks to help me calm down. I take a shaking breath.
“I… I’m not deserving of your kindness. I kill people…” I feel like I'm shriveling into the void with shame as her expression hardens into a scowl.
“Don't even. I didn't run up all those stairs for you to give in to the lies that this whole kingdom believes about you, Ichor. You're not refusing the damn food I brought you, not when you look like you're on death's doorstep. Fucking. Eat it.”
I step back, startled at her tone. However, I know she's right on some level, even if I don't want to believe it. I cringe at the thought of the whole kingdom seeing me in such a pathetic state. One thing I'm sure of, is that eating regular food at least helps me ward off thoughts of violence. I take a bite.
My fangs begin to wish the cranberries were something much more visceral. I thank Aziza anyway, and we make our way down the tower's staircase.
I can only hope King Aster doesn't wish to speak to me during my castle duties. He seems to always know every little mistake I make, berate me for every tiny slip-up.
I stare up at the blinking light on the surveillance camera fixed on the entrance up to my tower, the half-eaten muffin still in my hand. I quickly shove the remainder of the muffin into my mouth and pocket the wrapper.
I hope, for my own sake, and Aziza's, that King Aster wasn't watching the cameras just then.
it is afternoon & belly is so hungry he growls when i poke him <3
he hasn't eaten today cuz im having too much fun to feed him yet, just enjoying the rumbles while i chill in bed. i enjoy talking back when he growls at me it makes me feel a certain way.
i love that my most utilized OC was one i made a long time ago for hunger kink stuff and then i did some worldbuilding and now he has a whole story and family and oh so much angst & trauma. my sweet work of art, my babyboy, i actually painted him once, i'll show the painting sometime if i can find it.
he's a vampire-human hybrid so he experiences two types of hunger and that is quite literally the very reason i gave him that trait. i need to get back into writing for him again. his name is Prince Ichor. he's just my self-indulgent creation loosely based on various tropes that make me swoon.
i am relatively proud of my most recent writing i've done about the dude, so i may post it idk. how about if this post gets 5 likes i'll start posting my fiction stories about OCs and such, if that many people want it then that's enough for me to consider revealing my deepest darkest works of art. i do have other OCs that were made for the exact same purpose.
warning for some dark themes in Prince Ichor's lore though cuz he is a sad & tortured thing who has been treated so poorly & his ab*ser puppeteers him as if he's mentally unwell and inflicting harm on himself. so yeah lots of horrifying themes but the part i like to experiment with is the feelings Ichor experiences when he's hungry and the weight of being immortal when you can still feel hunger. it's fun to fuck around with basically but i often make myself cry when i get deep into writing about my boy.
anyways this has been a big ass rambling about my favorite OC i have that was originally a hunger kink experiment OC and turned into an entire world in my brain. yay. but yeah 5 likes and i'll post the current draft of this particular OC story, i just wanna make sure anyone would actually want to see it haha
Prince Ichor of the Lullabye Kingdom, my sweet boy who i created for silly haha tummy growl time and then got serious and now he has 8 different timelines in his story that each go their own way and i could never properly publish his story due to it being all over the place so it's good that i'd rather stick to posting my writing to my angsty h0rny blog rather than going official with any of it.
here's a random excerpt from what i'm working on, this part being a diary entry written by Ichor as he's locked in his tower
Prince Ichor's Diary (edited down into an excerpt) :
"To whomever may be reading this journal, I am sincerely apologetic for all that you are about to find out about my family. I, Prince Ichor Lullabye, do solemnly swear that every word I write in this journal is as truthful and honest to my reality as possible. I will be the first to admit that the Royal Lullabye family is corrupt and broken, that King Aster is not the man he appears to be, and that there are likely secrets within these castle walls that even I haven't discovered yet..."
"...The Lullabye Kingdom isn't pretty. Maybe in scenery, but certainly not in history. The hidden terrors within the architecture of the Lullabye Castle would be chilling enough to learn of as a citizen of its kingdom. Now, growing up within the palace walls; feels like a special type of hell only known by myself and my late sibling, Emerald.
I am a royal child of despair and rot, with killers' blood flowing through my veins, being taught to sit pretty and obey. Learning, only after it's too late, that I am not meant to be here.
After I've been officially crowned Prince Lullabye, that's just when the symptoms begin to settle into my shaken frame, already holding the weight of an evil crown atop my cranium. Now, stricken with an inexplicable, incessant hunger that sends me into an uncontrollable bloodlust fueled by desperation that takes over my entire being..."
so yeah that's just a snippet of the thing i'm working on, i'm obviously not an expert at painting or writing but i do enjoy it very much.
anyways this has been my rambling about my favorite OC, my babyboy, my creation of despair
