eri x reader request y/n feeds eri gruel an then some #dubcon #beforanstylecullin #gruel #suggestivve #fincel #fincelplay #erixreader eri wwakes up from a roofie induced slumber to find himself shackled to a chair his immediate urge to panic momentarily subdued by the rush of a good lights sleep he allowws himself to relish in the sleepy aftergloww before his fight or flight senses creep in he goes from calm to agitated at the swwitch of a button thrashin about in his adult molt high chair like a fish out a wwater wwhich frankly isnt evven an analogy in the case a your favvorite semi aquatic chud its cruel reality settin in wwhy are you doin this to him huh "bud you gotta relax" you say enterin the pantry wwith feather light steps eris peristaltic movvements come to an abrupt halt as he wwhips his nub around to glare at you wwith irresistible prey eyes "this is for your owwn good i knoww you think you dont need this but trust me im doin you a favvor" you straddle the opposite chair an revveal a bowwl thats apparently been hidin under a tarpaulin on the dinin table the entire coddamn time eri cranes his neck to check out the bowwl wwhich brims wwith cement colored gruel gurglin as it pops an bubbles vviolently "thats gnarly i aint eatin that" eri says but his misgivvins fall on deaf hear holes because youre convvinced you knoww better an maybe youre right maybe you do knoww better you grab him by the butt chin an force his jaww open shovvin a heap a sputterin gruel into his chute "spitters are quitters" you coo plantin a hand ovver his chops so he cant hurl a loogey atcha he protests rockin back an forth but youvve got him strapped you let him tire himself out an once you see the bobbin a his hormone gland you let go sittin there all smug n shit "good boy" you pat the side a his sunken cheek here comes the second airplane theres been a change in him he swwallowws wwithout a struggle this time youvve managed to unearth some kind a subterranean gap moe he wwatches you pathetically browws furrowwed goop an spittle slimin his chin his bulbs shiny an wwet a string a snot dribbles dowwn his thin tremblin lips you feel somethin sickly stir inside you a twwisted desire to nurture at the sight a his flat belly an juttin ribs did i mention eri is shirtless cause yeah thats also a thin that definitely happened "wwell get you into shape dontcha wworry a real man knowws howw to eat chicks dont like guys wwho are all skin an bone"
#TEAMROCKET APPEAL REQUEST. I AM OPEN TO PUTTING ERIDAN IN HIS RIGHTFUL ROLE OF BITCHED GRUEL RECIPIENT. AND WORKING TOGETHER. TO FUNNEL FEED HIM LIKE A FOIE GRAS GOOSE. OR WHATEVER OTHER TORTUROUS SAWTRAP VERSION OF BEFORAN CULLING. HIS GENIUS THINKSPONGE CAN CONJURE. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR RECIPE. IF HIS GLOBES GET ANY BIGGER. THEY WILL OUTGROW MINE. AND I’LL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO MURDERSUICIDE US.
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i basically already do this rustie. havwe you seen vwhat they put in those nuggies? its all just cluckfovwl slush cooked into vwhat can barely qualify as solid food. if you wvanna masticate for him and feed him like a baby bird, thosere your shackles to vwear #cvw-sufferer-allusion. best i i can do for you is wvorkshop his ramblings into something more usable.
im not actin out this request just cancel the wwhole thin an throww it awway i fucked up big time also dont you dare speak ill a the nuggies cro
YOU CAN’T BACK OUT NOW. I JUST SPENT ALL NIGHT. DISTRACTED BY MY DUTIES. THINKING OF THE SAD FUCKUP. RUINOUS ENOUGH TO DEMAND THE EFFORTS OF TWO CULLERS. DID YOU KNOW. THERE’S A BEFORAN MANGA ABOUT THAT.
DISTRACTED FROM*. YOU SEE THE WRETCHED STATE I FIND MYSELF IN.
theres nothin you can say thatll convvince me to alloww one a you coddlin cretins to hold me dowwn wwhile the other stuffs my chute full a gruel wwhat if i accidentally get a squiggly
THAT'S FOR YOUR CULLER TO WORRY ABOUT.
HHHH. I HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU.