When Darkness Comes, Run Like Hell

33 / 18+ / he/they

[envihellbender]

“The most powerful thing in the world isn’t a weapon, it’s a story.”

🔞 18+ only. Writing is mature/explicit. Dead Dove. 🔞

DNI: zionists, swerfs, transphobes + terfs + transandrophobes, any right wing, fandom police weirdos, loli/shota

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Rules for requests: no animals being hurt, no kids being hurt (teenagers are case by case but generally 16+ is fine), no Pennywise. I write fanfic for fun so I have the right to refuse to do any prompt for any reason.

Before interacting: I have social anxiety and severe ADHD so I’m really bad at responding to messages and socialising, don’t take it personally if I am not engaging much with you. Also I’m a system but don’t call me plural.

“To you I may be obscene, but to myself I simply am.”

✨ About me ✨

Name: Eddie

Astro: ♈️☀️ ♋️🌙 ♐️☁️

My husband: @ninetimesthepain 💖

Pronouns: he/him / they/them

Gender: Demig?y

Also: Fagfreak, Manthing

Orientation: Demi-Gay

Location: West Yorkshire, UK

Other: Fenian, trans masc, post-op, OSDD1b system, intersex, cripple, AuDHD, metalhead, weeb, comic book nerd, bookworm, movie geek, gaymer, gorehound, queer, left wing

“You'll find no escape once you're captured on tape, I'm aware it's a bit avant-garde”

Movies: Saw, Scream, Animal Room, Halloween (original), The Dark Knight trilogy, Batman 1989, Fear Street, American Psycho, Thirteen Ghosts, Death of a Unicorn, X, Re-Animator, the Lost Boys, Ringu, the Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, Nosferatu, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Oldboy, Sympathy for Mister Vengeance, SLC Punk, Igby Goes Down, Late Night with the Devil, the Knives Out series, My Bloody Valentine (original), Silent Night Deadly Night (original), The Crow, Thank You For Smoking, Ravenous, Event Horizon, V/H/S, Presence, Spree, Creep, If…, Jaws, Nightmare on Elm Street (original 1 + 2), Friday the 13th part 2 (it’s my fave okay), Child’s Play (all tbh), The Exorcist 3, Thursday, Kill List, Backrooms, Society, Repo! the Genetic Opera, and Donnie Darko.

Games: Dead by Daylight, Arkham Trilogy, Dragon Age, Resident Evil, Bioshock, the Dark Pictures anthology, Alan Wake, the Outlast Trials, Hades, Silent Hill, Baldur’s Gate, OFF, Mouthwashing, Disco Elysium, Fire Emblem, Persona, Date Everything, Breath of the Wild.

Multiverse: DC Comics - focus on Batman, Star Wars, Dragon Age, Castlevania, and Five Nights At Freddy’s.

Podcasts: The Magnus Archives & Protocol, Malevolent, The Silt Verses, Old Gods of Appalachia, The White Vault, Rogues!, Quiet Part Loud, Batman Unburied, The Riddler: Secrets in the Dark, Redacted

TV Shows: Harley Quinn, Succession, Criminal Minds, Young Justice, Fargo, Interview with a Vampire, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Stranger Things, Barry, Deep Space Nine, Breaking Bad, the Creep Tapes, Creepshow, Criminal Minds, the Midnight Diner, One Piece, Hannibal, House MD, 911 (original + Lonestar), What We Do In The Shadows, Inside No 9, Black Mirror, Haunted Hotel, Long Story Short

Anime/Manga: Beastars, Bungou Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen, Paranoia Agent, Monster, One Piece. Parasyte, Assasination Classroom, My Hero Academia, JJBA, Naruto, Tokyo Ghoul, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Chainsaw Man, Kengan Ashura, The Apothecary Diaries, The Summer Hikaru Died, Given, Beastars, the Metalhead Next Door, Death Note, Mob Psycho, anything Junji Ito

Bands: I like metal and rock music as a whole. I’ll only write content for bands like Ghost, Sleep Token, Rare Americans, Ice Nine Kills, and Bad Omens - any bad that has a fictional universe, but I won’t do anything involving real people.

Books: The Locked Tomb series, Bury Your Gays, Fight Club (book not movie book not movie), the Lunar Gothic trilogy, Holy Boy, The Collector, Choke, Haunted, Survivor, Invisible Monsters, Not Forever But For Now, Chaingang Allstars, You’d Look Better As A Ghost, Blackwater, Heads will Roll, Atlas Six, Thirteen Storeys, Family Business, Sherlock Holmes (ACD verse), Frankenstein, Choke, Haunted, Invisible Monsters, Mexican Gothic, Shrines of Gaiety, Black Sheep, Such Sharp Teeth, So Thirsty, Medea, The Reformatory, Legends and Lattes, Books and Bonedust, Breadknives and Brigands, The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter, The Cutting Room, Survivor, You’d Look Better As A Ghost, Vicious, The Secret History, Ninth House, Piranesi, Dracula, The Shining, Exquisite Corpse, Horrorstor, My Best Friend’s Exorcism, How To Sell A Haunted House, Not Forever But For Now, Woom, Song of Achilles, Medea, Circe

Theatre: Hamlet, The Tempest, The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, Paranormal Activity, Hamilton, The Importance of Being Ernest, The Playboy of the Western World, A Streetcar Named Desire, Medea, Oedipus the King, The Frogs

Graphic Novels/Comics: any Batman and a lot of DC (particularly enjoying Nightwing, dark metal verse and Trial Separation right now), Watchmen, Blacksad, V For Vendetta, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Swampthing, Trese

[daz4i]

[sillystigmata]

Assad walking up to Eric on set, who he wants to be his surrogate grandpa, being like “so we’re hooking up” with no context. The lore gets more crazy every day.

[reticent-vampire]

The Vampire Lestat 3.04

[rocktheholygrail]

The Vampire Lestat (2026)

[sillystigmata]

Go read what assad says about eric in the vulture article its so sweet 😭

We never lose.

[maxwyl]

i'm the toy that feels all things.

[ruggedrookie]

assad zaman brings a desperate trembling horniness to the role of armand that i feel any other casting would fall short on

[reticent-vampire]

another normal day at the normal things to say factory for assad zaman

[troutreznor]

https://blinkies.cafe

[04k96]

[emmaklee]

[envihellbender]

Forcefem Birkin

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Resident Evil

Characters: William Birkin, Albert Wesker

Ships: Weskin / Albert Wesker x William Birkin

Content: Force feminisation, drugging/noncon intox

When Albert entered the library William noticed it instantly, as he always did. He heard the soft footsteps of his black leather shoes against the tiles, and he didn’t even need to look up to see he was the one who pulled out the chair next to him before falling into it.

“Morning Al,” William mumbled, frowning when he didn’t get a response. He looked up to see Albert opening a large envelope and pulling out the clean white sheets of paper. “Al?”

“Hm?” Albert said, his head jerking in William’s direction.

“Morning?” William was a little perturbed by Albert’s manner which seemed odd at best.

“Oh, yes. Morning.” Albert barely opened his lips to reply, focusing instead on the papers in his hands. William was about to return to his work when Albert spoke again, the sound of paper shuffling coinciding with his speech. “Hm, just as I suspected.”

“What is it?” William sighed, knowing full well Albert wanted William to ask.

“It’s your blood test results,” Albert muttered as he focused on the file, not looking up at William.

“I don’t remember you testing me,” he said a little sternly, not as surprised or irritated by this news as he should be.

“I took some out of your hand whilst you slept,” Albert answered in the same way one might say what the weather was like outside.

“I didn’t wake up.” William wasn’t angry, just curious.

“I numbed the area first, obviously.”

“But usually the cold-”

“Are you not curious about the test results?” Albert interrupted, his voice sharp enough to make William raise his eyebrows.

“Fine. What are they?” He said a little wearily. He wasn’t used to Albert being this serious. William didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer.

“Look at this-” Albert handed the files to William who furrowed his brow as he looked through the numbers. “Notice anything.” Albert didn’t wait for William to read the results and pointed specifically at estradiol, which did admittedly set off more than a few alarm bells.

“That is… a little high,” William frowned, from what he could tell his testosterone level was normal, estrogen on the other hand…

“35ml pg/ml is on the low end of standard if you were in your follicular phase. And you had a uterus.”

“I- But I don’t have a uterus.”

“Did you just realise, Will?” Albert teased, William scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I- no. I’m just- what did you do?” He accused, his shoulders hunched over and his chest starting to heave.

“I didn’t do anything!” Albert exclaimed, visibly defiant and offended. “If I was experimenting on you do you think I would wave the results right in front of your nose?” William relaxed and his shoulders slumped away from his ears.

“That is a good point you wouldn’t. Sorry, Al.”

“I admit it is something I would do but in this instance I am innocent.” Albert had a warm smile showing there - to William anyway,

“It explains… A lot.”

“Yes, the mood swings, weight gain, weakened muscle tissue, thinning body hair, softening facial structure… I was concerned.”

“Concerned? Truly?”

“Stop it. Someone is toying with you. Forcibly feminizing you. And I want to find out who.”

“Because experimenting on me is your job.”

“Why- why aren’t you more angry?”

“I’m furious. Well, sort of. I will be in a moment, I’m stuck in confused and in denial for now.” William furrowed his brow and looked back at the blood tests. His hormone imbalance, and low iron, were the only two notable things about it. “Who could be causing this?”

“Estrogen can be implemented through pill, injection, topical sources, or implants. So it would be fairly straightforward.” Albert paused and stared pointedly at William’s coffee cup, fresh from the cafeteria. “Who’s been making your coffee?”

“Me or the barista.”

“Is it-”

“The barista changes depending on who’s working in the cafeteria, I doubt it’s them.”

“Still… only make your own coffee from now on.” Albert actually frowned, he looked more worried than William had ever seen him. He didn’t know whether to feel flattered or scared at this odd behaviour.

“It’s odd seeing you so concerned,” William joked, Albert huffed, clearly not in the mood.

“Focus,” he said sternly, his perfectly sculpted brows furrowed.

“Alright, well, you’ve brought me food and coffee but given everything that is currently happening I assume we can dismiss that…” William paused and then his eyes widened. “Marcus.”

“He’s made you food? Drink?” Albert asked in confusion, generally speak generosity was not something Doctor Marcus was accused of, nor did he have the physical ability to be.

“I have been losing consciousness after tending to him a lot lately.” William bit his bottom lip in thought. “And he has instilled a ‘vitamin regimen’, of sorts.” There was a heavy silence between the two of them for a moment before Albert let out a heavy breath.

“I think we can safely assume, Marcus,” he said slowly and quietly, a tone William hadn’t heard before.

“Yes. But why?”

“Well, the why is obvious.” Albert’s certainly threw William even more than his concern. This was far too many surprises for one day.

“Is it?”

“The idea of you with soft curves, developing breasts- wait have you been-”

“Focus Albert,” William glowered, interrupting what he knew was making Albert erect under the table.

“Show me later,” he taunted before he cleared his throat. “I mean I’ve noticed excess weight, but yes. Long hair. Dresses. Maybe even impregnated… It’s a nice fantasy.”

“Fuck you,” William snapped, he turned away from Albert and took a large gulp of coffee, feeling far too aware of it burning his throat and pouring down his chest.

“Fantasy! I said fantasy,” Albert insisted, a little faster and louder than he normally would have, he noticed the fellow students looking at them and he lowered his voice. “I haven’t implemented it. However, I would not be against roleplaying you being my good girl during sex, perhaps.”

“Help me stop this and I’ll even wear lingerie for you,” William replied with a small grin, he wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

“I am holding you to that. My good girl.” Albert’s thick, sultry voice did make William feel a little tingly, he kicked Albert under the table.

“Not yet.”

“Right. Yes. Well, we could administer testosterone to even out the effects for now.”

“Maybe. But I don’t want to be his lab rat, generally speaking.”

“Hm. Yes. Getting him away from you when his fucking leeches are crawling around everywhere-” As if for emphasis Albert picked one up from the desk and flung it across the room with a scowl. “It will be difficult.”

“A challenge, yes…”

“But as you say, the only person who is allowed to experiment on you is me,” Albert growled, his gaze hardened, he even reached over and grabbed William’s hand, giving it a short squeeze, in turn William stared at their interlocked hands. How odd. “We’ll handle this.”

“Yes a well, we have little choice,” he mumbled, his cheeks pink at the odd amounts of affection.

[runasulienadanika]

another objectively hilarious thing from gtn was that Harrow and Gideon were freaking out that someome will realise that Gideon isn't a real cavalier, that she has to use the rapier perfectly and not even think about her sword, that she has to be 100% obedient and loyal to Harrow and blah blah blah.

meanwhile Camilla also used the rapier only for show, Naberius and the twins were inches away from calling eachother stupid cunts and Protesilaus was literally a zombie

[envihellbender]

Forcefem Jason

Rating: 18+

Fandom: Batman

Warning: Nonconsensual, torture, conversion therapy, forced detransition, transphobia, forcefeminisation

Characters: Jason Todd, Hugo Strange

Content: trans man Jason Todd, force fem, electroshocks, attempted brainwashing, hinted at rape, sexual assault, conversion therapy

Jason did not awaken quietly. The moment he felt something resembling consciousness his eyes snapped open. When he saw he was not in his bed - or another known bed - and began shout and yell as many curse words as he could think of. As he did that, he examined his surroundings - based on the padded walls and the way his voice echoed down the halls, he was clearly in Arkham Asylum. As a result it was clearly the regulation restraints around his wrists, ankles, and abdomen. There was also a (which Jason suspected was not regulation) collar around his neck. The whole thing was odd, since he hadn’t had a trial or anything else, and he wasn’t in a stripped jumpsuit meaning he wasn’t a prisoner. Instead, he was actually wearing a white blouse with pink flowers embroidered into it, a knee length denim skirt, opaque tights, and wedge heeled pastel pink shoes.

So not only am I dressed in feminine shit, Jason thought in irritation It’s not even the fem stuff I’d actually wear. He had just hit the homophobic and transphobic slurs in the obscenities he was screaming, causing his throat to start to crack from how dry it had become when the door finally opened. Jason’s neck strained as he looked up, and when he saw the familiar, tall figure he huffed and his head fell back into the medical cot.

“Yep, Hugo Strange, dunno what else I expected,” Jason sighed. “So what’s up? You making super soldiers? You bored? What’s going on?”

“Good morning, Frances,” Hugo Strange glowered as he entered focused primarily on his tablet as he approached Jason’s bed with two nurses in tow- or orderlies, maybe even bodyguards in hiding, Jason thought.

“You got the wrong room, old man,” Jason shrugged, his wrists restraints rattling as he did.

“Oh? Let me see.” Hugo cleared his throat as he tapped at his table. “This is Frances Jean Todd-Wayne, suffers with delusional disorder, specifically in regard to gender and sexuality. Believes self to be Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Is that not right?” He looked up at Jason with a false smile, one that made fury rise in his chest.

“Fuck you, Stra-” Jason began to spit, only for a burning stabbing sensation pierced through his neck. It caused him to suddenly cry out in pain as his skin screamed and swelled. The pain against his larynx meant for a moment he couldn’t speak for a second, he kept grunting until it returned and he could clear his throat.

“Good girls shouldn’t use that language, Frances.” Hugo almost sounded as if he was scolding a child but the venom in his brown eyes showed that it was far more serious than that.

“Good thing I’m not a girl-” Jason yelled out in pain as he was shocked again. Regardless of the situation, he didn’t give in to people like Hugo, never again. As his limbs twitched and his body trembled, he refused to accept what he was being told.

“Let me get one thing clear, little girl.” Hugo Strange growled, the anger he had at Jason’s determination made him smile. It made the pain worth it. “For as long as you are in my care, you are Frances Todd-Wayne, and nothing else. Wayne is the name on your adoption certificate after all, I’m applying it here because it’s important to remember who your real father is. Frances is because well, it’s your real name, isn’t it?”

“Nope. No it isn’t. Not just cause you say so, old man,” Jason stammered around his words, forcing himself to speak around the repeated shocks even if it made the agony to his voice box worse.

“It’s on your birth certificate, girl.” Hugo didn’t relent, his fists tightened around his tablet, clearly he wasn’t a man used to people saying no to him.

“Wayne isn’t- Fuck!” This time Jason received two violent shocks one after the other.

“You’re such a ridiculous little thing, look at your clothes, Frances. Does this look like something a young man would wear?”

“I mean, I know guys who could rock this outfit.” Jason pictured one of his guys, a chubby cub who had a nice thick ass wearing this skirt. It’d probably be shortened quite a bit on his thighs, he thought with a shaky, weak smile. “Not me though. But they’re not my clothes.”

“They are now, Miss,” Hugo growled.

“Nah. I hope you kept the reci- Fuck!” This time the shock was continuous for a few seconds, until Jason was sure he lost his vision for a moment.

“I can keep going for as long as we need to before it sinks in, Frances.”

“I’m not- I’m not a girl.” Jason’s chest was heaving in agony, his body soaking in sweat. He felt an intense relief that the shock didn’t come again, when Hugo reached out and grabbed his right breast however Jason flinched. Hugo squeezed and groped Jason’s chest, before his thumb and finger found his nipple. He roughly twisted it and pulled it away from Jason’s body making him let out a whimpering sound that caused his cheeks to burn a deep scarlet but made Hugo chuckle.

“What do you call these, Frances? Hm?” The sadistic doctor’s taunting was met with silence. “Come on now, you must know basic biology. Or are you that stupid?”

“I’m not- not stupid.”

“So what is this, Frances?”

“My tit-” Jason growled as he was shocked again. Seems we’re going for a My Fair Lady thing, huh? He thought bitterly. “My breast.”

“Good girl. And when someone has breasts what do we call them?”

“Whatever they wanna be called, asshole.” Jason felt a small amount of pride at his own stubborn determination which helped him get through the next shock. He saw the rage on Hugo’s face, something he didn’t even bother to hide.

“It seems we are going to have to have some more intense sessions, doesn’t it, my girl?” Hugo Strange snarled. He shoved his hand down the hem of Jason’s skirt and pulled a strap of his delicate, lacy pink panties. He tugged on them hard so that they pulled against Jason’s labia and arsehole making him hiss in response. “What are these?”

“Panties.”

“Do men wear these?”

“Sometimes. It’s hot.” Jason felt another shock and his underwear was pulled harder, making him feel like a teenager getting a wedgie. A bizarre, humiliating experience for a grown man.

“You degenerate,” Hugo spat, Jason let out a humourless laugh at that.

“Yeah. I know.”

“Well, it seems the Observation room is in order.” Hugo said over his shoulder to an orderly whose cock was tenting the trousers of his scrubs. Jason felt almost nauseated at the thought.

“Fuck, you break quickly.” Letting out a quip in the silence gave him something, so was seeing Hugo’s glare as his neck snapped towards Jason.

“This Observation room is specifically for pretty girls like you, Frances,” Hugo Strange scowled, his brow and nose screwed up and his body shaking with fury. “You will have your new clothes, extensions in your hair until it grows back, and your make up done so you can stand in the room of mirrors, restrained of course, and see what a pretty girl you are. If you’re lucky, it will just be you in there, and not some of my assistants. Masculine, true men who are very dedicated to showing confused girls their place.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve read porn like-" Jason began only to reluctantly scream out. It was a standard shock but it had been implemented so many times now the pale skin around his neck blistered and was a deep raw red where it hadn’t broken.

“Disgusting little bitch,” Hugo Strange hissed. He clicked his fingers towards an orderly stood at the door. “Give Miss Frances two strapping young men to tend to her in the observation room.” He looked his orderly up and down, a small smirk at his observation. “Well, I think you’ll do.

“Fuck you,” Jason spat one more time, tears starting to pour down his face like waterfalls as the collar shocked him again.

[envihellbender]

University lecturer and the student who’s fattening him up for his final project

Rating: 18+

Characters (OCs): Professor Angus Ravenswood, Talisien Burke

Content: Feedee/feeder, student/teacher (pre-situationship), university, extreme weight gain, human experimentation, involuntary (but not unwanted) weight gain, drugging, small moment of casual transphobia

“And what precisely is your project, Miss- Apologies, Mister Burke,” Professor Angus Ravenswood asked curtly from his position at the back of the presentation hall. A large portion had been separate specifically for him and he sat in his adipose clearly enjoying his size and placement. There was a scowl on his bloated lips with a dark brown - with silver flecks - bushy beard and moustache snugly fitting between his plump cheeks, swollen lips, and enormous neck roll. The entire class stared at the stage, specifically at Taliesin Burke, a tall, slight young man with sharp facial features, hollow brown eyes, and auburn hair that he kept slicked back. To everyone in the crowd it would seem he had no project on stage, nor had he shown any visible sign of an experiment all semester. Every student before him displayed theirs proudly, but he had not. This was what he wanted, and the thought of the trick caused glee to fill his chest.

Taliesin’s lips twitched as he repressed the urge to smirk, so far before this supposed semester of laziness he’d been doing extremely well academically. Scoring well above the rest of the class in every exam and assignment, for some reason however Professor Ravenswood seemed to despise Taliesin. The middle-aged tutor was increasing in size and jaded venom with every lecture, and chose as many moments as possible to humiliate and torment the student for no obvious reason. As such, the student was determined to do the same to Professor Ravenswood, something that had worked brilliantly.

“Well, if the class please turned towards Professor Ravenswood you will see my project,” Taliesin declared, a grin spreading across his cheeks and causing them to turn a light pink. “As I have spent the semester-” He tapped on his remote as the smartboard behind him flicked to the first panel of his presentation entitled: The Rapid Weight Gain of Professor Angus Ravenswood. Beneath the titles were two photographs, the first being Professor Ravenswood at the start of the year, a little plump but stood at the front of the class behind a lectern. The second was the same man, only it had been earlier that week where he had been sat at the front on his mobility scooter, his enormous gut and thighs pouring off the sides. His white shirt was stained, despite attempts to wash it, and his buttons had popped off at some point, causing it to have large mounds of fat in the gaps between each fastening. His trousers were stretched obscenely around his lower gut, the fly managing to just about hold up but the button had long since dislodged from the fabric. The biggest indicator of how much weight had been gained wasn’t in his body which now could no longer move independently, but was in his face. In the left image, he had slightly soft cheeks, but his beard and moustache hid any double chin. In the right, his facial hair had become surrounded and crushed by adipose, looking almost ludicrously small on a boulder of flesh.

The class began to titter and chuckle anxiously, flitting their looks between each other, Professor Ravenswood, and the smart board. Taliesin expected to have to defend his work immediately, even fully anticipating being directed to the Dean’s office. However, Professor Ravenswood surprised everyone when with a stoic, cold expression he said quite simply:

“Continue.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Taliesin grinned. He turned to the next slide which showed a graph, he used a laser pointer to start at the lowest end. “The Y axis here shows weight - with an addition of BMI despite its inaccuracy as a measuring tool - and the X axis shows time passed. As we can see, at the beginning of this semester Professor Ravenswood’s starting weight was fifteen stone and four pounds, at a height of five feet and eleven inches meaning a BMI of twenty nine point eight, putting him in the overweight category but not quite obese. Can you confirm this please, Professor Ravenswood?”

“I can.” The instructor’s calm tone did unnerve Taliesin but he persevered.

“Thank you, Sir. Now, as you can see there were two serious spikes in weight gain, after a steady increase. The reasons for both be discussed in my presentation, however, I can gladly confirm that the end result shows that Professor Ravenswood’s weight now rests at…” Taliesin grinned as he moved the laser pointer to the other side of the screen. “Forty six stone and ten pounds.” The classroom gasped, whispers went across the room in a wave, a few shouts of ‘no way’ spreading from the sides.

“I can confirm my current weight is correct,” Professor Ravenswood declared simply. “And I am as intrigued as everyone else as to how this occurred, but am relieved to finally have something of an explanation for my not unwelcome weight gain.”

“I- Well, alright then.” Taliesin cleared his throat. “This currently puts his BMI at ninety one point eight. This is quite severely in the obese category, though that does feel inadequate.” A polite chuckle spread across the audience. “In order for this regime to be accurate it was imperative that Professor Ravenswood be unaware of the experiment. After all, I had to make sure that the changes in lifestyle were not encouraged by anything other than his weight gain. To begin with I began slipping a compound into his coffee every morning and dinner time.” Taliesin pressed the remote showing a photograph and a diagram atop of the graph. The picture was of a vial on Professor Ravenswood’s desk, it was a standard twenty millimetre glass tube with a rubber dark grey stopper. The fluid inside was a thick yellow almost looking like lard. The diagram was a breakdown of the chemical compound of said fluid.

“As you can see, this serum I personally created contains the steroid prednisone, the antipsychotic clozapine, lard, and glucose. I slipped this into his coffee in the morning and lunch time.” Taliesin clicked the remote again, causing the photographs to disappear and just have the graph on display. He returned to his laser pointer, pointing out the appropriate areas as he spoke. “As you can see by this first spike here, the first major increase occurred in September, this was a gain of one point three stone over the course of two weeks. We actually were able to see an increase in his weight gain-” He paused to click his remote, which caused for a photograph of Professor Ravenswood to appear on the screen. He was becoming quite plump, with his cut straining against his shirt visibly but not to the degree that any of his clothing tore. His cheeks and chin were chubbier and a light red from the exertion of standing. Taliesin clicked the remote again showing the graph.

“However, after three weeks we reach a plateau so at the beginning of October I decided to go increase the amount of serum by slipping it into his coffee before every lecture he gave. This would take his intake from forty millilitres a day to eighty. His morning dose stayed the same, but his lunchtime one was adjusted.” Taliesin proudly smirked as he shifted his laser pointer across the graph. “This is when over the course of two weeks we see a much steeper increase, and over the course of a month we see that every week he is gaining more and more. In the middle of October he was using a walker. But in fact, by the time we reach the end of November, he is using the mobility scooter we see him with today as he has already reached thirty four stone and seven pounds. This was a remarkable increase, and in fact this was aided by how we noticed his lifestyle changing despite no input from myself. Professor could you please tell the class what your lunch was at the beginning of the year?”

“A cheese ploughman’s sandwich on granary from the cafeteria, a kitkat, an orange, a bag of quavers, and a coffee,” Professor Ravenswood answered, Talisien could have sworn there was pride in his voice.

“And what was your lunch today, Professor?” He pushed, he’d seen him in the cafeteria but the food stains said that this was not all the professor had eaten.

“I actually have eaten six meals today.” This admission from the professor actually caused Talisien to be speechless for a moment, as the entire audience stared at Professor Ravenswood. “My breakfast was six rashers of bacon, seven fried eggs, all cooked in goose fat, and three pancakes with syrup, sugar, and chocolate sauce. Since then I have eaten: an extra large Big Mac meal on my way to work with an apple pie, and two McFlurrys. After my first lecture I had a large pizza delivered from Domino’s, after my second I ate a large chocolate gateaux, and during my lecture I ate an enormous club sandwich that the cafeteria workers brought me, and for lunch, I specifically ordered twelve extra large cheese ploughman’s sandwiches, with double of everything, three large dairy milk bars, and four sharer bags of crisps.”

“Holy shit,” someone in the middle of the glass responded, his voice breathy and strained, as if he was particularly enjoying the lecture.

“Well, that is actually-” Talisien cleared his throat, feeling a warmth in his stomach and between his legs. “This is why two weeks ago I changed the formula again to match the increase of weight and lifestyle changes. This is when the serum was increased to fifty millilitres, was added to his food as well as his coffee, and I also added insulin, which as Professor Ravenswood is not diabetic resulted in his body hoarding a great deal of sugar and transferring it into fat. This is how, now, at the beginning of January, Professor Ravenswood had gained thirty one stone and five pounds in the space over four months.” Taliesin paused with a smirk and stood proudly at the front. “Any questions?” A young, chubby woman from his class Taliesin knew as Marla Davies. “Yes?”

“I was wondering what your thoughts are to the ethical questions brought up by such an experiment?” Marla asked, although Taliesin noticed the excitement in her eyes - not unexpected given the conversations the two had had late at night. “For example, how did you know the Professor wouldn’t react negatively to the medication?”

“Actually, the university allows any student to access the medical files of professors and such if it pertains to their work,” Talisien answered, deliberately avoiding the first half of the question. “So I did make sure nothing would interact with his current medications.”

“That is good to know,” Marla mused, clearly not minding the omission. A lithe young man two seats down raised his hand - Morgan Fletcher - and Talisien had begun to gesture for him to ask when he was interrupted by a wheezing, booming voice from the back of the room.

“Well, that was extremely enlightening,” Professor Ravenswood remarked before Talisien could answer. “A spectacularly done experiment, that managed to maintain complete ignorance from the subject - well, myself - and create a truly reliable environment for your serum. Well done, Mister Burke. Previously students have gotten too wrapped up in ethics and consent to actually focus on the science. This is what good scientists can and will do. In fact, I wish to discuss it more with the boy after class.”

“I- Excuse me, Professor?” Talisien stammered, firstly amazed that the tutor had gendered him correctly.

“Well, I see no reason why this experiment has to stop, do you?” The Professor grinned, causing Talisien to smile almost manically in response. He went into the lecture theatre expecting to be thrown out, likely of the university altogether and maybe a court case. Instead, he got a scenario better than he could have hoped.

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Nick x Casey

Rating: Explicit / 18+

Fandom: Thursday (1998)

Characters: Nick, Casey

Ship: Nick x Casey

Warning: Drug use, dub-con, oral sex

“What happened to not getting high on our own supply?” Nick asked awkwardly as he watched Casey snort a bump of cocaine from his own hand. When he’d said they should go to Nick’s bedroom Nick had foreseen it going very differently. The desperate kissing as Casey pushed Nick down on the bed helped that case, however now Casey was taking a break to snort cocaine which… Wasn’t exactly helping the atmosphere. It essentially killed Nick’s hard on for one thing, and he was now starting to feel foolish.

“Just a little, and I’ll pay for it,” Casey frowned, he sounded defensive, as he wiped a small bit of powder from his nostril. There was a hint of anger which made Nick panic a little.

“It’s fine! It’s fine,” he assured, he shrugged his shoulders and forced a smile. “I just was wondering. I didn’t know we were allowed to-”

“Why don’t you have some, back it even?” Casey interrupted, pulling a baggy out of his pocket.

“Oh erm, I’m okay I don’t-“ Nick began as he started to panic, his body tensed up and he tried to hide it. Casey of course had to read too much into everything.

“Hey, hey,” Casey began, gripping both sides of Nick’s face with his clammy palms and long fingers, he sat on the bed next to Nick. Casey pushed back the strands of Nick’s hair that had fallen onto his forehead, before Casey pulled Nick towards him so their foreheads touched, a wry smile on his thick lips and perfectly sculpted jaw. Nick grinned nervously, he let himself be tugged around by Casey, determined not to show weakness of any kind. “It’s okay, I was nervous the first time too.”

“It’s not my first time,” Nick awkwardly laughed, is a lie a lie if everyone knows it’s a lie? He wondered as his cheeks burned red and he looked down at Casey’s chest. His white shirt clinging to his pectorals with sweat.

“It’s gonna feel so good, I promise,” Casey crooned. He let go of Nick and delicately sculpted out a line of cocaine across his hand. Nick watched nervously, curiosity getting the better of him. Apart of him wanted to push Casey away and run right then and there, a larger part wanted to be liked and respected. Maybe more than that, especially if the affection or admiration came from Casey.

“I- What do I do?” Nick asked, never feeling quite as weak as he did in Casey’s hands.

“Exactly what I did. Come here-” Casey ushered Nick forward, he followed his lead and let Casey cup his chin and guide his face to Casey’s hand. Nick swallowed but did as he was commanded, Casey’s hand making a fist in Nick’s blond hair and holding him in place as Nick snorted the white powder. His body jerked as he felt the cocaine burn his nostril and hit him like a dagger through his temples, but Casey held Nick in place, making sure he did the entire line. When Nick had finished he let out a small whine and Casey finally let Nick go. He fell backwards onto the bed, his eyes half lidded and his chest heaving as he felt his blood rush beneath his skin and his heart hammer into his chest.

“Fuck me,” Nick gasped, he blinked rapidly, his vision blurred as Casey slipped his arms underneath Nick’s, wrapped around his torso, and pulled him into Casey’s lap.

“How’s that, babe?” Casey hummed, he kissed Nick’s temples as he was guided into Casey’s lap.

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Nick groaned. “Good.” He felt his surroundings waver and sway, as if the bed had been replaced by a dingy in a storm.

“It will be soon, I promise. That was really good shit, better not have made me waste it.” Casey’s voice made it sound like a tease, but Nick knew there was some genuine irritation merged with it.

“It’s good. It’s good. It’s just… A lot,” Nick wheezed, his skin growing hot and just head protesting. He never really reacted well to drugs generally, preferring to sell more than anything. However, he didn’t want to seem weak, and he hadn’t technically tried coke before.

“Hey, I know what’ll make it go smoother.” Casey straightened Nick out onto the bed, letting him fall back as he smelt blood in his nostrils. Before he could ask what that was Casey had already grabbed the hem of Nick’s trousers and boxer shorts, he tugged them down, revealing his flaccid erection. Casey began to paw at Nick’s cock, his thumb rolling over the head, as he gripped the slowly growing shaft firmly. “How’s that?” Casey teased as Nick let out a groan. Before he could say a word, Casey had shuffled in between Nick’s legs and ran his warm wet tongue underneath his shaft.

“Fuck!” Nick gasped, his eyes widened as he felt Casey’s breath against the head of his cock. In turn he chuckled as he tickled beneath Nick’s balls.

“Blow job on coke is gonna be the best thing had, Nick,” Casey promised, before he rolled his lips over the pink head.