I nuked my main blog. Sadly I made a quick decision and didn’t save any of my fics from my kink side blog. But I’m open for business again! Within reason because I know I had deserted and then shit happened blah blah anyways you can see me on main @deadonyouraccount
I’m into feeding and wg kink and do like to froth about it and used to write a lot! So dipping my toes back in but I’m busy, keep that in mind💜
Please understand this is a kink blog and that it can be triggering, but I try to tag and label as much as possible. So if your fav is suddenly in my kinkery, sorry, don’t read pls!
Who do I write for?
Bucky Barnes: xreader, Steve Rogers, Zemo
Aegon II Targaryen: xreader, Aemond, Criston, Helaena, probably anyone HAHAAHAH
Criston Cole: xreader, Gwayne Hightower
Other: I am pretty open when it comes to male characters in ASOIAF universe. I don’t write for female feedee’s (maybe one day tbc)
What do I like and don’t?
Do: M/M, M/F, threesomes, stuffing, rapid wg, weight endcap 400-500, SFW/NSFW, stuckage, caretaking, breaking clothes or furniture oops, belly aches, degradation, body worship, humiliation, size difference, some burping, feminization.
Don’t: Slob, squick, any body fluids, very obese, any actual hurtful shaming
What to ask?
💜I like to categorize between chubby and fat💜
-Thoughts
-Drabbles
-Headcanons
-I make no guarantees but occasionally I may see something and do a short fic :)
Tags: Fat Aegon II, Mentions of stuffing, weight gain, body worship, servant reader, daydreams, open ending, belly rubs, belly worship, mention of MOOBS (woo!), very soft very sweet
You’re a mere servant. Pretty, horribly common, you try not to talk or be seen. Especially with the rumors about the prince- no, king. Aegon is king now.
He’s always been inclined to gluttony, but the weight of the crown has taken a toll. You’re bringing in roast pig at midnight, trays of lemon cakes mid morning before small council. It appears the king has grown insatiable.
It doesn’t take long for Aegon to gain weight, it seems your king only has eyes for food, wine, and doing the little duties he is required— the hand is a cold, controlling man you have learned.
Aegon finally notices you under your drab clothes and hidden hair. He’s usually out of it by the time you come to gather the leftovers with another servant, rubbing his stomach and yelling at the Kingsguard outside to get him some ‘entertainment’.
Tonight he’s more subdued, telling you to wait. You turn around, glancing at his swollen frame. Sometimes it felt that he was bigger by the week— cheeks red and chubby, his belly inching out over his lap, wide hips and soft thighs.
“Come here,” he beckons with a thick finger, violet eyes drawing down the length of you. You felt like another meal waiting to be devoured. The king shifts with a grunt, tugging at his doublet with a frown. He looks down, chin doubling. You feel heat on your cheeks— something about his excess made you feel…strange.
“I need out of this damned thing, it’s killing me,” he grunts, panting. You kneel between his round thighs, splayed for his belly. Your fingers work at the buttons— drawn tight from bloat. One pops off, the King laughs, remarking, “Can’t seem to stay on these days.”
He takes a deep breath once he’s free, bossing you around to get his tunic off his puffy arms, then assistance with his undershirt. It was just as tight. Aegon looks at you again, scrutinizing. You blink, caught staring at his pale belly, round and wide. Stretchmarks slither up his fatty lower stomach and his wide hips. You swallow, eyes flitting over his fleshy and swollen chest.
“You like what you see?” He asks with a grin, full cheeks dimpling. You get down on your knees again, unsure of what to do. He rubs his full belly, stifling a burp, thickly murmuring, “You’ve got good, strong hands, your king needs some help. And take off that bonnet.”
You murmur lowly, eyes glued to his plush, huge form, “Yes, your grace.”
Down comes your hair, Aegon reaching out to feel it. He hums, “Pretty. Now get your fill, I know you’re aching to touch it, pretty little thing.”
You nod, hands finally coming to rest on the warm, taut flesh. Yet he’d grown so much, his lower belly remained butter soft, even if his belly crested up top with all that food. You stifled a soft noise, listening to his groan as your hands roamed, pressing gently on his tender gut.
Aegon stretched out, untying his breeches, eyes heavy lidded as he watched you marvel over his fat. He laughed lowly, “I suppose it’s lovely to a little peasant like you, all this fat. You love it, don’t you? Something to hold onto at night.” He was enamored by your desperate whimper and nods, hands gripping at his hips. Gods- he felt heavy.
He can see you want to speak, giving permission. You plead, “Your grace, I’ll make sure you are comfortable every meal, I can massage you and oil your marks, they must itch.”
Aegon likes the cute little furrow between your brows. You’d look more adorable in his lap, smothered by his excess, massaging his bloated frame. The king decides you’ll be his favorite, sighing as you soothe where the buttons were sticking in.
He’s lazy and you’re more than willing to do every little thing. He can see it now, belly up in his comfortable bed, you tending to his needs. Ah, how good it is to be king. He pets your hair, smirking.
Tags: Fat Aegon II, Mentions of stuffing, weight gain, body worship, servant reader, daydreams, open ending, belly rubs, belly worship, mention of MOOBS (woo!), very soft very sweet
You’re a mere servant. Pretty, horribly common, you try not to talk or be seen. Especially with the rumors about the prince- no, king. Aegon is king now.
He’s always been inclined to gluttony, but the weight of the crown has taken a toll. You’re bringing in roast pig at midnight, trays of lemon cakes mid morning before small council. It appears the king has grown insatiable.
It doesn’t take long for Aegon to gain weight, it seems your king only has eyes for food, wine, and doing the little duties he is required— the hand is a cold, controlling man you have learned.
Aegon finally notices you under your drab clothes and hidden hair. He’s usually out of it by the time you come to gather the leftovers with another servant, rubbing his stomach and yelling at the Kingsguard outside to get him some ‘entertainment’.
Tonight he’s more subdued, telling you to wait. You turn around, glancing at his swollen frame. Sometimes it felt that he was bigger by the week— cheeks red and chubby, his belly inching out over his lap, wide hips and soft thighs.
“Come here,” he beckons with a thick finger, violet eyes drawing down the length of you. You felt like another meal waiting to be devoured. The king shifts with a grunt, tugging at his doublet with a frown. He looks down, chin doubling. You feel heat on your cheeks— something about his excess made you feel…strange.
“I need out of this damned thing, it’s killing me,” he grunts, panting. You kneel between his round thighs, splayed for his belly. Your fingers work at the buttons— drawn tight from bloat. One pops off, the King laughs, remarking, “Can’t seem to stay on these days.”
He takes a deep breath once he’s free, bossing you around to get his tunic off his puffy arms, then assistance with his undershirt. It was just as tight. Aegon looks at you again, scrutinizing. You blink, caught staring at his pale belly, round and wide. Stretchmarks slither up his fatty lower stomach and his wide hips. You swallow, eyes flitting over his fleshy and swollen chest.
“You like what you see?” He asks with a grin, full cheeks dimpling. You get down on your knees again, unsure of what to do. He rubs his full belly, stifling a burp, thickly murmuring, “You’ve got good, strong hands, your king needs some help. And take off that bonnet.”
You murmur lowly, eyes glued to his plush, huge form, “Yes, your grace.”
Down comes your hair, Aegon reaching out to feel it. He hums, “Pretty. Now get your fill, I know you’re aching to touch it, pretty little thing.”
You nod, hands finally coming to rest on the warm, taut flesh. Yet he’d grown so much, his lower belly remained butter soft, even if his belly crested up top with all that food. You stifled a soft noise, listening to his groan as your hands roamed, pressing gently on his tender gut.
Aegon stretched out, untying his breeches, eyes heavy lidded as he watched you marvel over his fat. He laughed lowly, “I suppose it’s lovely to a little peasant like you, all this fat. You love it, don’t you? Something to hold onto at night.” He was enamored by your desperate whimper and nods, hands gripping at his hips. Gods- he felt heavy.
He can see you want to speak, giving permission. You plead, “Your grace, I’ll make sure you are comfortable every meal, I can massage you and oil your marks, they must itch.”
Aegon likes the cute little furrow between your brows. You’d look more adorable in his lap, smothered by his excess, massaging his bloated frame. The king decides you’ll be his favorite, sighing as you soothe where the buttons were sticking in.
He’s lazy and you’re more than willing to do every little thing. He can see it now, belly up in his comfortable bed, you tending to his needs. Ah, how good it is to be king. He pets your hair, smirking.
When you deleted your old blog and your side blog went I panicked but this is here now and I can't wait to see what you write!!!
Yeah I was having a mental breakdown and told like two people I was blowing it all up and now I’m so grateful for it but I HOPE THIS TURNS OUT OKAY I DID MISS IT LOWK
aaaaaaand if I ever get back to writing the Kinky Stuff i made a sideblog,,, you are my fellows that inspired me @lovelykhaleesiii @sugarpoppss2 @achubbydumpling @mylevisdontfitanymore
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