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TFP Megatron's daughter with MTMTE Megatron.
this feels like the kinda thing that would hurt him, knowing that in one universe he was lucky enough to have a daughter as smart and kind as buddy and he hurt her.
have a nice day hope you drink water
This is a pair that I have thought about if they ever met. Buddy is now going to have to meet another Megatron. But don't worry she's not alone!
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality meeting MTMTE Megatron
SFW, Platonic, Familial, slight angst, Cybertronain reader
TFP/MTMTE
In MTMTE…
Brainstorm was bored.
So, he started to work on one of the projects he had been putting off for a while.
A dimension to an alternate universe, even different than theirs!
He was just about to turn it on when Perceptor came in.
“Brainstorm have you seen Nautica? I have her data—what in Primus’s name are you doing?!”--Perceptor
Brainstorm hanging upside down trying to reach a button to turn on the machine that was slightly smoking.
“Oh! Percy! You’re just in time! I was going to push the button—”--Brainstorm
Perceptor trying to reach Brainstorm.
“There will be no pushing—”--Perceptor
Brainstorm pushes the button.
“BOOP!”—Brainstorm
Machine starts whirling up.
“It’s working!”--Brainstorm
In TFP…
Buddy was walking with Miko on her shoulder.
They had gone to go get some arts and crafts from one of the empty rooms in the base.
Something about a human holiday coming up.
When the portal opened.
“OH, PRIMUS NOT AGAIN!”--Buddy
Buddy dropping the boxes trying to grab Miko and something else to not go into the portal.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?!”--Miko
“EXPLAIN LATER! BULKHEAD! OPTIMUS! ULTRA MAGNUS! RATCHET!”--Buddy
Miko slips through Buddy’s grip.
“BUDDY!”--Miko
Buddy jumps at Miko, covering her entire body as they both get swallowed by the portal.
In MTMTE…
Brainstorm was wrestling with Perceptor when two figures came out of the portal.
The portal shut leaving the machine slightly smoking.
There was no way anyone was going to turn that thing on and not have it potentially exploding in their faces.
Miko groaning a bit t the rough landing.
She is on a lab table.
Buddy is hanging upside down tangled up in a bunch of wires.
“Oh! Hello!”--Brainstorm
Brainstorm lightly pokes Miko who just looks at these two new bots.
“Hey! Leave her alone!”--Buddy
Buddy is struggling to get out of the wires to get to Miko.
“Relax!”--Brainstorm
Brainstorm presses a button to release the wires.
Buddy falls face first on the floor.
Brainstorm, Miko, and Perceptor wince hearing the sudden noise.
Perceptor helps Buddy up.
“My apologies. I know you two may have some questions in where—”--Perceptor
“We’re a different universe or dimension.”--Buddy
Brainstorm’s wings go up.
“Have you done that before?!”--Brainstorm
“Against my will, yes. This is Miko’s first time.”--Buddy
“Who are you guys?”--Miko
“My name is Brainstorm! I’m actually the mech who brought you two here with my machine. This is my partner Perceptor! Don’t mind him, he’s more of a mood killer.”--Brainstorm
Percepor sends him a glare.
“So, you’re the bot who brought us here? What about getting us back?”--Buddy
“Haven’t gotten to that part yet, but eventually we’ll get there!”--Brainstorm
Perceptor offers his servo for Miko to climb on.
She does and gets passed to Buddy.
Buddy refuses to let her down on the ground.
The two scientists briefly explain where the pair had ended up as they go to the med bay for any internal injuries.
Ratchet nearly has a stroke seeing a human and new bot in the med bay.
Buddy and Miko know immediately who Ratchet is. He isn’t too far from the Ratchet they were used to.
Brainstorm and Perceptor had to leave the pair with Ratchet while they went back to the lab to see if the machine was all right after a warning alert came online.
After explaining how the pair got there and nearly putting Ratchet in cardiac arrest, they get a clean bill of health.
“Hey Ratchet. Brainstorm and Percy over there said the war was over in this universe. Is that true?”--Miko
“Yes. Thankfully its been over for a bit. Has…”-Ratchet
“Our’s isn’t over yet…”--Buddy
Ratchet gives them an sympathetic smile.
Someone slams the door open.
Buddy grabs Miko and keeps her close to her chassis.
“Hey Doc-bot! I need you to settle an argue—”--Whirl
Whirl looks at Buddy and Miko.
“…”--Everyone
Whirl looks at Ratchet.
“Brainstorm?”--Whirl
“Brainstorm.”--Ratchet
Whirl steps closer slightly menacing to the pair.
Buddy straightens up, and tightens grip on Miko.
“So what do we have here? Another minibot and a fleshy.”--Whirl
“If you call me fleshy, can I call you a computer?”--Miko
Buddy wants to scream at Miko for trying to antagonize the larger mech.
Whirl blinks and steps closer.
Buddy glares at him hard.
Don’t. touch. Her.”--Buddy
“…All right! I have to give it to you both. Steal bearings.”--Whirl
Whirl scoops both Buddy and Miko up to his chassis.
“I’ll give you two the Lost Light tour with all the helpful commentary.”--Whirl
Buddy looks over at Ratchet who looks very tired but gives a ‘Your-safe-with-him’ smile.
Buddy can only hope so.
By the time Whirl gets to Swerve, Miko and him have already made a blood pact and have several ideas on overthrowing those who have wronged them.
Whirl swears he has found his Amica from another dimension.
Buddy is just trying to take everything in while also accessing any and all dangers onboard this ship.
It was much bigger than anything she had ever seen back home.
Even bigger than the Nemesis.
“—Then Megs and him nearly—”--Whirl
Buddy turns to him so fast he thinks she might have broken her neck cables.
“Megs? As in Megatron? He is here? On this ship!?”--Buddy
“Yeah? Oh yeah you two mentioned something about your war still going on.”--Whirl
“Yeah.”--Miko
“How come you two haven’t talked about it?”--Whirl
“Its better to tell a whole group so we don’t have to go through the whole story again and again.”--Buddy
“Kinda like your name?”--Miko
Buddy sighing heavily.
“Yep.”--Buddy
“Wait what is your designation, Tiny?”--Buddy
“Buddy.”--Buddy
Whirl stops momentarily.
“Buddy? What kind of name is that? Did your Caregivers want you to get picked on?”--Whirl
Buddy winces a bit while Miko flicks his armor a bit.
“Oh! Soft spot. Got it, but you might as well tell now before anyone else knows.”--Whirl
Buddy gives him a dead glare.
“All right, all right, no spoilers.”--Whirl
“But back to Megatron—”--Buddy
“Hey look we’re here.”--Whirl
It was after hours, meaning not many mechs were in.
Just most of the mech whirl associated himself with.
As usual, Whirl made his grand entrance in the bar.
Not many bots paid attention to him thinking he was just being Whirl.
Buddy’s anxiety was going up seeing all the energon out.
She worried for Miko’s safety and kept her close.
Miko didn’t object to the closeness, remembering what happened to Raf.
Hopefully this universe didn’t have a variant of dark energon.
“Hey Swerve! Look who I got.”--Whirl
Swerve turning around.
“Whirl if its Rewind and Tailgate—”--Swerve
His optics land on Buddy and Miko in his cockpit.
“H-How—what—huh?”--Swerve
Buddy is trying to ease the tension as Whirl places her and Miko on one of the bar stools and takes a seat himself.
“Hi, I’m Buddy and this is Miko. We are from another dimension and—”--Buddy
Swerve proceeds to fanboy about humans to Miko and asks a thousand questions where the two are trying to answer.
Swerve’s increase in chatter brought attention to the rest of the bars patrons to the new guest.
Some even comm in their friends to come and see the new commers from another dimension.
Buddy seemed to have relaxed a bit at all the friendly bots around her and Miko.
Miko was having the time of her life.
She let some of the more curious bots who had never seen a human before holding her on the condition that they tell her goofy stories.
Whirl had offered to take her to the gun range, which Buddy immediately shot down.
Eventually Ultra Magnus came in with Rodimus following behind.
The pair had heard from Ratchet, Brainstorm and Perceptor about their new visitors and had to meet them.
Magnus had messaged Megatron to come as soon as his evening class was done.
Magnus had never seen a human or a bot so happy to see him before.
What is this feeling?
They were excited… to see him?
Not Rodimus… just him?
That’s when Megatron came in with the rest of the Rod Squad.
Buddy felt her entire world come to a halt.
She knew well that this Megatron was not hers.
She knew that she should have any harsh feelings for the mech that she barely knew.
…that didn’t stop her servos from shaking and everything start to blur.
Miko was quick to recognize that Buddy was starting to freak out and saw why.
And she wouldn’t blame Buddy for freaking out.
This Megatron was a whole category by himself, easily.
Their Megatron wouldn’t stand a chance against this giant mech.
Miko went to grab Buddy’s servo when she noticed something in her pocket.
The Apex Armor!
How did she even forget this!?
Miko activates the armor and jumps off the counter causing multiple mechs to scream and try to grab her.
She activates the armor now standing roughly average height in front of Buddy.
“DID THE FLESHY CYBERFORM?!”--Brainstorm
“WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?”--Tailgate
“THAT’S MY FURTURE AMICA!”--Whirl
Miko stares straight at Megatron as if daring him to make the first move.
Rodimus comes between her and Megatron.
“Woah, woah, woah. First nice form and all that needs explaining. Two I heard about your war still going on, but this Megatron here, he’s reformed.”--Rodimus
Buddy pats Miko on the shoulder from the bar.
They both look at each other, having an in-depth understanding.
Buddy gets down on the floor and walks towards the hulking giant, staring at the red Autobot badge.
She takes out her servo.
“My name is Buddy. Its… its good to see you Megatron.”—Buddy
Miko was silently cheering for Buddy’s bravery.
She even managed to get Megatron to sit down with the rest of the patrons.
That’s when the two of them agree to finally, fully, talk about their universe.
Starting with Buddy’s origins.
Just hearing about Buddy being Pre-war Megatron’s daughter floored everyone.
Megatron exe. Has stopped working please try again later.
He… he has a sparkling in another universe?
That’s great—wait… they were still at war…
Something was wrong…
The story started out with much understanding about the Senate’s power-hungry ideas and how hard it was to keep a sparkling.
Everyone, despite knowing what happens generally with the Senate meeting, is on edge.
Everyone is quiet when Buddy starts to describe her life on the Nemesis.
There are some glares to Megatron, but then they remember its other dimension Megatron that they need to get angry at.
Megatron has a neutral face while Buddy describes her time on the Nemesis.
Miko grabs her servo when the worst bits come up.
Several bots get up to give Buddy a hug during the explanation.
Some just stay there hugging.
Miko eventually tells her position with meeting Team Prime to try and make things as chronological as they could.
Once the pair is done, it’s silent.
Megatron looks over at Buddy.
“Buddy… I know that you are not my sparkling. But at the same time, you are. I want to tell you that the actions of my counterpart do not speak for other alternatives. I am sorry that you were hurt this way by him. I know that may not—”--Megatron
Buddy dives in and hugs his waist.
Megatron freezes before slowly placing his servo on Buddy’s back.
“You don’t need to apologize. You’re not him. You have a chance at peace and to make something great out of it. I am so proud of you for that Megatron. He… he would take peace and spit in your face. The point I’m trying to say is… thanks dad.”—Buddy
Buddy looks back at him.
She gives a small smile.
He gives a weak one back.
Miko is cheering in the background.
For the next several days the duo stays on the Lost Light waiting for the machine to get fixed.
Swerve thankfully got his servos on some human necessities for Miko while she stayed.
They had a blast with everyone on the ship.
Megatron and Buddy were nearly inseparable.
Megatron silently swears if he sees his counterpart that caused so much pain to this sparkling, he is going to meet his end. Or at least get the beating of a lifetime.
Soon enough it’s time for the two to leave.
The goodbyes are long and tearful.
Miko hugs Whirl’s neck as he tries his best to not tear up.
“If you ever end up in my universe you know who to call, okay?”--Miko
“Got that right Fleshy.”--Whirl
“I’m gonna miss you, you oversized can opener.”--Miko
Buddy and Megatron exchanging some words before giving one last hug.
“Bye everyone!”—Buddy and Miko
Buddy and Miko, in the Apex armor, go through the portal.
Menawhile in TFP…
Buddy shoots out the portal and straight into the wall.
“Why… I swear its every single time…”--Buddy
Miko lands doing a back flip.
“That was fun!”--Miko
Buddy falling back on the floor.
“Speak for yourself.”--Buddy
“MIKO!? BUDDY?!”--Bulkhead
Thunderous pedes start coming their way.
“Miko how do you feel about house arrest?”--Buddy
“…You think if we contact the Lost Light again, we’ll escape it?”--Miko
Pedesteps are getting louder.
“Not likely. Do what I do. Accept your fate without resistance.”--Buddy
The door gets torn off its hinges as Tema Prime comes pouring in.
“Nice knowing you Miko.”--Buddy
“Same to you Buddy.”--Miko
#transformers x reader#maccadam#bot buddy#tfp#tfp x reader#tfp x platonic reader#mtmte x reader#mtmte x platonic reader#tfp miko#mtmte megatron#mtmte whirl
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Eustass Kid, G-49 ~ Glory Hole
Summary: Sea-trow: a malignant or mischievous fairy or spirit, regarded as monstrous giants at times. Trows are nocturnal creatures, they venture out of their 'trowie knowes' (earthen mound dwellings) solely in the evening, and often enter households as the inhabitants sleep. Trows traditionally have a fondness for music, kidnapping musicians or luring them to their dens, and having sexual intercourse with women on their land. They are regarded as hideous creatures that are hung like horses. This is the story of their glow up and thriving business model.
Warnings: Spicy, modern monster au, Eustass Kid as a Sea-Trow, Female reader, glory hole/reverse glory hole trope, fingering and vaginal penetration, creampie, degradation, calling reader slut and pet names, Kid being an amazing Dom. Not edited cause I'm stoned and sleepy.
Word Count: 2K
Visiting a glory hole was one of your secret kinks – always too shy to share with anyone you’d ever been intimate with. Even soft voyeurism suggestions like car sex while in your relationships gave you surprised and shocked looks. Tempering your appetites, you hid a part of yourself under lock and key until circumstances found you free again. Emboldened, excited for adventure, ready to shed the weight of judgment – you were finally going to try it out.
Your fantasy included either having your body used at a glory hole or visiting one to play at. Due to the stigma, glory holes became nearly extinct. In fact, you had to resort to using the internet to finding any, but thanks to the help of some kink friendly resources and associates, you found a list of the last remaining glory holes, and to your delight, it was a global map.
Deciding to cash in your hoarded holiday time at work, you booked a flight overseas to visit an online friend in the kink community you felt safe with. They offered to go with you as well, for the experience and to be your buddy in case things went wrong. It made you feel better, though you still felt timid as you parked in a dim parking lot adjacent to a nearly deserted beach.
The air was breezy but not too cold, just shy of the fall weather, and music was pounding from the shack down the beach. Some people filtered in and out, some smoked down by the shoreline, but the shack doors were always forcibly closed as soon as someone cleared the threshold.
Exhaling away your anxiety, you entered. Then you stepped through another double set of doors. Then you were inside.
Down the hallway were picture frames of the…options. None showed their faces, but they showed everything else. Magnificent physiques, sculpted bodies, chubby bodies, scarred bodies, eccentric styles, colorful hair and painted nails accessorized their bodies – but the draw of course, were their huge cocks.
Your jaw dropped – certain you’ve never seen them that big before. Under each frame was a short bio and the person’s house name, and what the list of kinks they were into. There were two options: glory hole, reverse glory hole.
“Some of our young stallions don’t mind showing their face,” a tall woman with an old-fashioned crown on her head walked towards them with a clipboard in hand. “Quincy, house madam. You’re in luck, a few of our studs are available.”
“Which ones?” your friend inquired.
Quincy’s hair bounced as she flounced to each picture frame, sometimes turning the frame to show a face. A man with long blue locks that partially covered his thorn tattoos, a man with a burned right arm and massive pecs with flowing blonde mane, a sculpted man so tall the picture was taken with a wide lens scope. A handful more were shown but your eyes stayed glued to the frame of the heavily scarred man with a metal prosthetic arm, bulging drool-inducing muscles on a buff frame, red happy trail that led down to his generously proportioned cock, framed with that same red hair.
The madam noticed your staring and with a smirk flipped the frame over. Revealing a gorgeous face with equally heavy scarring. Fiery red hair styled in tufts, heavy black eyeliner defined his sharp, golden eyes, and deep matte red lipstick gracing a handsome smile. Your heart was pounding.
“Would you like to use him?” Quincy asked. You nodded, unable to speak from such a parched mouth. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to meet you. If this is your first time, I’d recommend the reverse hole, especially with a beast like him.”
Sheer heat pooled between your legs as you nodded.
“Right this way.”
--
Quincy placed you in a small room that was partially lit with candles, peering at all the framed photos of The Bull as you undressed. You sat on the custom bench that was mounted to the partition wall – a large heart shaped hole in the wall with a harness to strap you in and hold your legs back.
“Ya’know the rules, darling?” a gruff voice came from the other side of the wall, making you jump in surprise. “The safe words an’ everything?”
You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Y-yes. The three color system: green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”
“Thass’good lass. Was told this is y’first time in a place like this – don’t pretend you enjoy something if y’don’t. Say something, ya hear?”
“Y-yes.”
He let out a light chuckle, “Ooh a shy one eh? I’ll show ya a good time, don’t y’worry. Ready to strap in?”
“Uh, um one moment,” you gasp, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. All you had to do was lay down on the bench, scoot your ass through the hole, put the harness around your thighs to keep you up, but you were moving sluggishly. Red flushing your body as you came to the precipice of a fantasy you had long suppressed, long been shamed for.
“Oi,” his voice was soft, “Having regrets?”
With a wavering voice you summarize the shame you felt and bad experiences, tears spilling down your face completely embarrassed.
“S’ok, darling. There’s no shame here,” he whispered. “Want me to strap you in?”
“Ye-yess, erm, is that…is that allowed?”
“TCH. O’course it’s allowed. I own the feckin place.”
You were surprised to find that the hollow partition wall had a door behind the floor length mirror so you jumped again when The Bull ducked inside your side of the room. His photos didn’t do him justice. He was practically a giant compared to you. Large limbed, every bit as good looking in the flesh, the way his eyes pierced you made you feel like you were seen for the first time. That you would be ok in his hands.
He held out his hand, a pleased grin curled on his face when you grabbed it. Gently shifting you down the cherry oak wood, massaging your bare bottom as he eased you into the opening, caressing your calves and thighs as he slipped on the harness straps.
“Thassa good lass indeed,” he purred, “So shy and obedient. I’ll give ya somethin’ special I don’t do for no one else if yer honest with me,” he said. With his flesh hand he cupped your mound, making you shudder and moan at the contact. “How’s it feel?”
“G-good!” you were breathless.
“Ya’ lyin?”
“No-no! I’m green, good to go!”
His face relaxed and he grinned again, “Good.” He then plunged a thick digit into your pussy making you clench and squeak in pleasure. He thrusted shallowly a few times before pulling out, wiping his finger down your body until he cupped your cheek. “I’m gonna have fun with ya. Pull more squeaks from ya, little mouse.”
He smashed his red lips into yours with ravenous need, leaving you panting and pleading for more. He pulled away with a teasing nip on your bottom lip, looking at you with a devious smirk. He leaned back down and pressed an open-mouth kiss on your neck, sucking it harshly to leave a mark.
“So everyone here knows you’re my little plaything,” He fondled one breast while he sucked the nipple of the other before leaving to his side again.
“Ready fer’me darling?” his voice was deeper, huskier.
“Yy-yes, I’m ready,” your hips wiggled impatiently.
“First things first, dirty girl,” he mocked you, lightly slapping a rubber packet on your clit making you arch your back. “I don’t shoot my load in ya unless y’buy me dinner first.”
Before you could giggle, you choked out a gasp as he rubbed his stiff cock between your folds, jutting against your clit. He teased you while muttering out all the things he would do to you, all the positions he’d have you in just to see your cute face pinched in ecstasy – you felt his metal hand slap the wall making it tremble. Rubbing his thumb on your clit with more pressure, keeping his tip at the edge of you entrance to feel you clench around nothing, so close to penetrating you but not quite there.
“Wassa mistake seein’ ya,” his voice sounded restrained, “I wanta bust on yer face instead of in this feckin rubber piece o’shit!”
You heard him loudly grunt as he sunk into you, pushing out all the air from your lungs. He was stretching you far beyond what you’ve ever experienced and despite it burning just a wee bit, the pleasure was far overtaking the minor pain. His fat cock pressed against all the right areas making you pulse on him, your legs shook against the restraints as you tried to wrap your thighs around his hips.
“Ahhh shit,” he growled, “So feckin tight! Ease up or I won’t last long darling!”
You thought you were answering but instead a wail was ripped from your throat as he changed his pace from rapid thrusting to long, slow strokes. Coaxing your orgasm while tempering his own. His painted nails dug into the back of your thigh as his metal fingers dug into the wooden wall, slowly denting with the mounting pressure he applied.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been fucked so well, felt so full, felt like such a toy but still felt important enough to be taken care of. The Bull railed you over and over again, making it his personal mission to make sure you cum at least eight times before he was done with you.
“Thassa good pet!” he grunted after the seventh one. “Took me so well, d’ya want more special treatment?”
You babbled out what you hoped was a yes.
“Well well well, turns out you weren’t a wee mouse but a desperate bunny ready to be bred. Is’that what y’want darling? Want me to rip this condom off and bust on ya? Are you a kinky lass, wantin’ it inside ya? I think you’re a slutty little thing, slutty little bunny who wants m’cum dripping from her greedy hole. What’sit gonna be darling?”
“FU-FU FUCCCCKK MEEEE!!!!” you cried.
He hooted, “I already am darling!”
“FUUCK IT IN MEEEEEE!!!!”
“There’s my slutty bunny,” he grinned, and in one swift motion yanked the soiled rubber off his angry red cock, it bobbed in frustration at the sudden cool air and loss of tightness. With a moan, The Bull filled you up to the hilt in one swift thrust.
Shrieking at the overstimulation, your puffy clit throbbed against The Bull’s matted pubic hair as he ground into you. His forehead pressing into the wall as he bullied his cock into you deeper and deeper. Your toes curled as your last orgasm peaked, letting out a hoarse cry as your body shook from the heat that spread throughout you.
Your ears started ringing from the hazy pleasure that washed your body, vaguely aware of the man on the other side of the wall who was clutching your thighs and slamming his hips rabidly as he emptied himself inside you. Could hear his satisfied growl through the background noise, it sounded so far away and yet so near.
You came back to reality when you realized he was back in your side of the room, pulling your legs from the harness and wiping you down.
“There she is,” he grinned, “How’re ya feeling?”
“Go-good, no, fucking, fucking great,” you sigh tiredly.
“Heh, you look wiped out. You need to drink and eat. C’mon, I’m goin’ with ya.”
“You-you are?” you’re surprised as you pull your clothes on.
“Haah! Y’re takin’ me to dinner darling. I put a lotta work into rockin yer world, least ya could do is buy me a burger and beer! Learn my name or somethin’. Is’yer first time to this part of the world right? Y’ever hear about Sea-trowls?”
You hadn’t noticed before that his feet and hand had a hint of webbing between his digits, his feet themselves were shaped more like horse hooves. Despite the leather jacket he donned on, you could see the back of his neck seemed to glimmer, as if the skin on his back was less skin and more like scales.
“M’name’s Kid. What’s yers darling?”
11 tiles to go, 40 calls made so far.
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Anonymous request: Imagine being Clint Barton’s trans son
Sometimes it was hard to have an Avenger for a dad. For once, that wasn’t actually the hardest part. Him being away a lot had actually made part of this easier. It gave you more time to plan and prepare.
You thought about a letter, an email, a text. Ultimately you decided against them all though. You wanted to tell him face to face. You still wrote out a lot of what you wanted to say but you didn’t want to be reading off a script when you talked to him either.
When he got back from the latest mission, he and Natasha came back to the house. It had been an easy one they said, by Avengers standards of course. Once you were sure that everyone was safe and still as mentally stable as they had been when they left, you asked to pull your dad aside for a minute.
“What’s going on kid?” He asked. He could tell you were nervous, you were fidgety and looked from him and then away and back several times.
“Dad there’s something I need to tell you. About me.”
“Are you okay? Has someone-” His mind raced to a hundred bad things that could be going on before you cut him off.
“I’m fine. I’m just, I’m just not who you always thought I was.”
Was it bad that his first thought was that you were secretly an Asgardian sent to Earth as a baby or something like that?
You read the confusion on his face and quickly continued speaking.
“Dad I’m transgender. I’m a boy. And I want you to call me [Y/N] and your son and a brother and-”
This time you were the one cut off as your dad pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and even though you were happy and relieved, you were fighting back tears.
“Son, daughter, anything else. it doesn’t matter buddy. I love you.”
“Thanks dad.” He could here that you were choked up and held you a little tighter.
“Should we go tell your Aunt Nat while she’s here, or do you want to wait?”
“We can tell her now.” You said.
Your dad let you drop the hug first and stepped back when you let him go.
“Are you okay?” He noticed your eyes were watery but he didn’t want to press you.
“Yeah, I’m good. Happy.”
He put a hand on your shoulder and guided you back out to the porch where Nat had gone to wait for the two of you so she wouldn’t accidentally overhear anything.
“Aunt Nat?”
“You both good?” She asked, picking up that both of you had been near tears moments ago.
“Yeah we’re good. Aunt Nat, I’m trans. Could you call me [Y/N]?”
Natasha smiled, then put on a fake frown.
“Clint you’re subtracting from my niece tally.”
Your dad smiled and you laughed.
“Sorry to disappoint.” You smiled.
“I guess I can live with it.” She sighed, winking at you.
With those two out of the way, telling the rest of the Avengers was easy. Your dad brought you to the compound and helped you tell everyone and educate them. Thor needed the most help with terminology but everyone was very supportive. Tony immediately had Jarvis update your records and pronouns in the system.
Everyone was lovely about it, truly.
But your dad was on a whole other level, rivaled possibly only by Natasha. Around the house, you got a Nerf gun to correct people if they misgendered or dead-named you. The idea caught on and soon all the Avengers found themselves shot with little darts if they got it wrong. Everyone became remarkably fast learners.
Your dad doesn’t do much press, not like Steve or Tony, but it makes you smile every time he talks proudly about his son.
He made arrows with trans colors on them that spew colored smoke and disorient a person. You helped him design them after all the gender reveal party fails you saw online.
He’s not so good at dealing with all the bureaucratic nonsense that is the American healthcare system, but it’s impressive what doors being an Avenger opens. If/when you decided you want to pursue medical transition, he’s very supportive. Hormones, surgery, he’s got your back through it all.
The first year after you came out, you asked him to take you to pride. You ended up getting a little more than you asked for.
It started out just the two of you. You walked around, saw the booths. Your dad was happy to see you happy. You got some merch, and your dad bought himself some stuff as well. He asked you questions, you guys talked to people. It was nice, and pretty low-key all things considered.
After some time wandering, you saw a collection of familiar faces approaching.
“I hope you don’t mind, I invited them to join us.” Them of course meant the rest of the Avengers, some of whom stuck out more than others. They all wore varying degrees of pride gear, from Natasha who wore a black shirt with an abstract design in trans colors, to Tony who had gone full rainbow.
The now large group of you walked through the festival together, with everyone talking and laughing. Some asked you questions about words or flags or memes that were unfamiliar. Thor had a lot of questions about how he had become a lesbian icon and what his duties entailed.
At the end of the day, you all went your separate ways.
“Was that good?” Your dad asked as he drove you both home.
“Yeah it was. Thank you for taking me, and for coming, and for inviting them. It was fun.”
“I don’t think I’ve actually said it to you yet, but I’m proud of you. Not just for this, because I know coming out and that is hard. But I’m proud of you. My son. I’m proud of the man you’re growing into.”
You smiled. You wished your dad could be around more, selfishly, but more than that, you were proud of what he did and who he was. You wanted to be like him in so many ways.
“Thanks dad. I love you.”
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Big corporations should burn in the fire of the revolution
I'm fucking done this time. I'm furious, seriously.
I'm sick and tired of Google's and Facebook's and Amazon's sleezy corporate policies and poor platform management decisions.
What happened, I hear you ask? Well, I lost my goddamn phone.
And just like that I'm locked out of all of my important data and contacts, because of the fucking two-step verification bullshit they came up with. Most importantly, in the case of Google, I DISABLED THAT SHIT just two weeks ago.
I know my e-mail, I know my password, I even know my "secret secutity questions", which are apparently useless these days.
Still, I can't use anything, I almost missed a job interview because of this, I can't call my friend, who lives in Denmark, and I can't access half of the websites I often visit (including my Stripe account and YouTube channel), because they're all tied up with fucking Google.
Make no mistake about this is. This is not about our security.
The mere reason this 2-step assfuckery exists is to create a bridge between your computer and your phone so those corporate dipshits and sleazy marketing dickheads have your online identity complete. So they can show your more "relevant" ads.
That's right buddy, look at those beautifully AI generated toothpaste ads. Get that new gorgous tracking device, which probably cost the life of some poor kid in China. There you go. Accept all cookies. Goood boy. Now lick my fucking boots and balls and go back to your wage-slave job, while we come up with more ways to tighten the rope around your neck even more. I think we should come up with some new ways to lock you out of your bank accounts as well, what do you say? Oh, right. That already exists.
This is bullshit. We don't need you. YOU need us. You need us to be quiet, and docile, and engaged in some meaningless conflict, so you can smoke your fine cigars and take a nice, warm bath in our own tears.
And what WE need is just a little more boat rocking, just a little more eye poking, and I swear to God, - you're all gonna get what you asked for, delivered Ramsay Bolton style.
See you on the streets.
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Belonging
His name was Amos Stanton, and we’d met online. He was twenty-nine years old, eight years my senior, and we had been corresponding with one another since I was nineteen. He’d wanted to meet up with me on multiple occasions, offering to arrange everything to make it happen, but in the end, I always chickened out. In all honesty, I was surprised he put up with me and my apprehension considering he seemed well-off and very honest about his intentions. I always had the feeling that he thought I was a flake who couldn’t truly commit.
It wasn’t that I didn’t like him. I thought about him constantly, but I had my reasons for being so hesitant to meet him in person. We’d had hundreds of phone calls over the years, but only a handful of video chatting sessions. Aside from a couple of photographs, I hadn’t even really seen his body. I sent him loads of pictures, but he was a more reserved sort of guy. I only had a foggy idea of what to expect from an actual meet-up. I guess it was a fear of ruining something I’d been building up in my mind for years. What if he’d been dishonest? I wouldn’t be able to continue our relationship if he had lied to me.
I hadn’t gone off to college. I worked a low paying retail job in the mall and still lived at home. My parents were furious I didn’t accept the wrestling scholarship I had been offered from our state school. Both of my older brothers went off to college and sometimes I regretted not going as well, at least to get away from my parents. But I knew deep down I wouldn’t have enjoyed it. I was never much for education.
Amos had finally convinced me to come and live with him. We’d been talking about an argument I’d had with my parents. They kept telling me I was wasting my life and that I couldn’t live with them forever. I was barely twenty-one, the candles on my birthday cake still smoking. I sure as hell didn’t want to live with them much longer. Amos listened as I complained, letting me know I’d be okay, and things would get better with my parents. “I just don’t wanna be here,” I’d said, not truly expecting him to provide me with a solution.
“Then come live with me,” he’d replied. “I’ll take care of you.”
And that was that.
He owned a home in a larger city, and he told me I was more than welcome to stay for as long as I liked. I knew it was crazy and I knew this could turn out terribly, but I also knew—deep down—that this was what I needed in my life to be happy. I knew that Amos would give me what I’d always wanted for myself.
I wanted to be big.
Amos would talk to me about how strong he could make me, about how big I’d get, about how I was going to be his devoted ex-jock. I would get hard just thinking about it and masturbate for hours. I still lifted hard, even after being out of high school for three years, but I wasn’t getting any size. My body was that of a wrestler and I still found it hard to eat a lot of food. I was barely 160 pounds on my 5’8” frame. I had ended high school at 145 pounds, so I was making progress, but it wasn’t enough.
A few days after that conversation with Amos, I sat my parents down and told them about how I was going to live with a buddy from high school, that a job training program opened up near his home, and that I’d try to visit during the holidays. It was late April at this point. My father told me it was the right thing to do as a man and gave me a hundred dollars to get started in the world. I loved my parents but being at home wasn’t going to make me happy.
The next thing I knew I was on a bus, the ride only about two hours. I had arranged everything with Amos, and he told me he’d be there to greet me. I was nervous. I kind of wanted to turn around and go back home, but at this point I had to follow through. I wasn’t going to flake out this time. I had to think positively and believe everything was going to work out.
My bus pulled into the terminal, and after grabbing my two duffel bags, I made my way to the waiting area. I thought about if he didn’t show. I would look like a complete idiot with nowhere to go. I couldn’t survive alone in the city with only my measly savings account and the hundred bucks from my mom and dad.
I knew what he looked like from his pictures and our handful of video chats, but it was still hard trying to find him in the crowd of people. “Russell,” I heard a voice call. I scanned the crowd again. “Hey there.” There he stood, in the flesh. Amos. I was more than excited. I felt like a little kid with a schoolyard crush. I dropped my bags and went in to hug him. He was tall and thinly muscled. Now this was living. “Well fuck,” he said. “You’re cute.”
I laughed, my face hot with embarrassment. I had to remember he was an older guy and that I had to act more maturely. “It’s, uh, really nice to finally meet you,” I said, trying my best to contain my enthusiasm.
“Likewise,” he said with a grin. He motioned towards the exit. “My car’s this way. Let’s go.” I grabbed my bags and followed behind him like a lost puppy.
He was maybe about 6’3” and took long strides. I walked quickly to keep up. He wore a pair of stylish charcoal slacks and a white dress shirt. His ass looked great, very firm and round. I watched it shift as I walked along behind him. He looked younger than he actually was, definitely not like he was almost thirty.
I liked that he was taller than I was. I was the tallest one in my entire family, so it was a well embraced change of pace. I was a black guy, with skin the color of milk chocolate. Amos was sort of pale, but still looked healthy. He didn’t have any facial hair, but I had a slight beard.
I could already tell we were going to make a great pair.
We made it to his home, and it was not what I had imagined. It was actually much larger than I had anticipated. We walked up a few stone steps to his front door and he let me inside. It was very modern and spacious. “Your house is amazing,” I said. He laughed.
“Yeah, I do pretty all right for myself.” He took my bags from me and directed me to follow him. We walked down a hallway, stopping outside of a closed door. He told me to go on in and I obeyed. I entered a bedroom that was small, but nicer than the room I had at home. “This is your personal room, feel free to arrange things however you like.” I had thought I would be staying with him in his bedroom, but I guess we weren’t much of a couple. “How about I show you the rest of the house?” he asked.
“Yeah, that’d be cool,” I said.
After that, he gave me the grand tour. He showed me the kitchen and told me I could eat anything I wanted, whenever I wanted. He added that he didn’t think I’d ever be that in need of a snack. I got hard thinking about him filling me with food, making sure I was never hungry. I wanted it so badly, and I was finally going to get it.
He continued with the tour, taking me through the back door. There was a pool in his yard and a tall fence that obscured his property from the neighbors. “You’ve even got a pool,” I said, majorly impressed.
“Perfect for skinny dipping,” he said. I laughed, getting even more erect. His whole aura was like an aphrodisiac. We went back into the house, where he showed me the master bathroom, which was ridiculously grandiose. The tub was huge. There was even a separate shower that had room for at least three people.
“Come on,” he said. “This is somewhere you’ll really love.” I followed him down some stairs to the basement, which had the laundry room, but also a home gym. He had a substantial amount of equipment.
“This is amazing,” I told him. I walked over to a rack of weights, taking in their quality. Everything was in pristine condition.
“Hope you’re ready to use those,” he said with a wink. Amos was everything I had imagined and more. I was excited to get big for him. I wanted to make him happy. Having gotten to know him online for nearly three years made me all the more ready to get to know him in person. I wanted to do whatever he asked of me, to submit to whatever he asked, and to grow. “Let’s get you something to eat,” he said. I followed him back upstairs to the kitchen and he pulled out a large salad from the refrigerator. He placed it in front of me, along with three types of salad dressing. “I didn't know what type you liked,” he said. “I’m going to heat up this tray of lasagna I made, so you just eat that while you wait, okay?”
“Yes sir,” I said, picking up the ranch dressing and a fork. He chuckled lightly. He busied himself reheating the lasagna and I greedily shoved the leafy greens into my mouth. He placed a basket of warm rolls next to me. He had heated them up while I’d been tearing into the salad. I took one and bit into its soft, buttery goodness.
He poured me a glass of milk, which didn’t taste like 2%. It was kind of sweet. He sat across from me at the table. The lasagna had another fifteen minutes in the oven. “It’s really good so far,” I said through a mouthful of food. “I’m excited for the lasagna.”
“Well, you have to eat it all,” he said. “I’m looking to be impressed.” I swallowed more of the salad, feeling a little full already.
“All of it?” I inquired. He laughed. He was really attractive, and his laugh was no different. He was thin, but his body had an obvious muscularity. He had rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to reveal well-toned forearms. I was sure he used his home gym regularly. There was a treadmill down there and I doubted it was for me.
“I’m trying to be hospitable,” he said, smiling playfully. He was teasing me. “You wouldn’t want to offend me, would you?”
“N-no, of course not!”
“That’s what I thought.”
A little after that, he pulled the lasagna from the oven, allowing it to cool as I finished the salad, which had been in a large serving bowl. He cut a piece for himself and put it on a plate. He placed the rest of the dish in front of me. I wanted nothing more than to impress him, so I dove into the lasagna with gusto. I made it halfway through before I thought I was going to pass out.
He kept refilling my glass of milk, having finished his portion a while ago. He sat across from me at the table and watched me silently. “I-I don’t think I can finish it,” I said breathlessly.
“I think you can,” he said. “You don’t want to be rude, right?”
“Yeah, right. I-I guess—I’ll keep eating.” He had a quality that made me want to be better. I didn’t want to let him down. I made it through another ten forkfuls. He stood up and walked to my side of the table.
“You’re going to eat that,” he said, his voice firm and authoritative, but supportive. It was driving me wild and even though my stomach was in pain, I had an even more painful erection. “You know you want to get big. You’ve got to eat up if you want to get bigger.” He was right. I had to finish this. I leaned over the dish and began to shovel the rest of the pasta into my mouth, sauce covering my cheeks. This went on for a couple more minutes before I was finished.
I don’t know if it was the athlete in me, but I even took the last roll and cleaned the dish before downing the rest of my milk. I couldn’t believe I’d eaten like that. After all of that eating I was ready to sleep. He let me clean up and go to bed, and I was grateful for it.
The next morning, I made my way to the kitchen and found a dozen doughnuts waiting for me. There was an assortment of flavors, and I was enjoying being able to sample each one. I couldn’t believe I could eat again after last night, but I was actually hungry. I also helped myself to some more milk.
I found a note on the refrigerator that said the doughnuts were pre-breakfast. I wasn’t too sure what that meant, but I assumed Amos would have me eating something else soon. I was excited at the idea of eating so much. When I lived at home, I ate a lot, but not as much as this—not nearly as much as this.
A little while later I heard someone enter through the front door. It was Amos and he had three bags of fast food. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen. “This is for you—ah, good, you got the doughnuts.”
“They were really good, thanks,” I said. He smiled at me, and I felt my stomach flutter. It was a mixture of attraction to him and anticipation of what else he’d expect me to fit in there. I couldn’t believe how ordinary my life had been up until this point.
“Before you get started on breakfast, there are some things I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Yes, that’s fine, anything.”
“All right,” he said. He had me come into the living room and I sat on the sofa. “There are some things I need from you, things that’ll make me happy and hopefully you’ll like them too.”
“Okay,” I said. I was listening intently, but I was also thinking about what else he had gotten me for breakfast. I turned my attention back to Amos.
“When you’re in the house I want you to wear nothing but underwear, be it briefs or jockstraps. I want to be able to look at you.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said. He laughed. I really was okay with that. He was making me horny, and it was only because he was being so controlling. I knew that was something I was looking for, but damn, it was arousing in action.
“I need you to follow a workout schedule and I need you to eat everything I tell you too.” He paused for a moment, in what I was assuming was an attempt to choose the phrasing of his next statement. “You can only cum when I let you. No masturbating.” I nodded in agreement. That was going to be way more difficult than the underwear thing. “I also want to record your stats every month because, honestly, I think it’s really erotic.” I stood up and looked at him seriously. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and pulled off my pajama bottoms. I stood in a pair of white low-rise briefs. “Fuck kid, can you be any more adorable.”
After we discussed the guidelines he wanted me to follow, I ate my actual breakfast. I had six sausage biscuits and eight hash browns. I was struggling at around four of the sandwiches, but Amos made sure I finished them all. He also had me drink a fuck ton of his special milk as well.
He took my stats for the first month after that, and I weighed in at 164 pounds. I stood in my underwear as he measured me, my stomach rounded out from all the food I had eaten. His touching me all over had my penis stiffening. “Somebody’s excited,” he said laughing.
“Oh, uh, yeah,” I said with a toothy grin.
“Remember, we’ve got to hold off on that,” he said, looking up from taking my measurements. “But don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” He stood up and looked down at me. He observed me intently for a moment, his eyes a beautiful hazel color with intense flecks of green. His nose was thin, but large. It was complemented by his fleshy lips and strong jawline.
His hand found its way to my bulge. He grabbed onto it through my underwear. “Can I kiss you?” I asked. He smiled at me before leaning down to kiss me. I wanted to do so much more with him. I wanted to let him fill me up from behind just as much as he had been filling me up with food. I felt like I was ready to explode. He bit my lower lip softly and then slowly stopped kissing me.
“Well, let’s get you started with that workout.” He removed his hand from my crotch, and I heard myself whimper. I’d never made that sound before, but Amos had me whimpering. It excited me how badly I wanted him, how badly I wanted him to want me. I’d do whatever necessary to impress him, to make it impossible for him to resist the body he was going to build. I was going to be Amos’ monster. An absolute beast.
Fuck. My dick was already leaking as I made my way to my room to grab some socks and my gym shoes. We made our way to the basement, my dick still rock hard. He was also in his own workout gear. He explained to me that he’d be running and doing light weight training.
I was going to be doing more hardcore workouts and when things were too serious, he’d spot me. My boner lasted until about halfway through my workout, but once I really got into it, I barely remembered how horny I was. I had rarely ever pushed myself so hard. I couldn’t believe how sore I was after. It felt amazing and I was shocked that come lunch time I was famished. I felt ready to eat everything he had to throw at me.
Over those first two weeks I was falling hard for him. I was also incredibly excited for my upcoming monthly weigh-in. I had taken to getting up in the middle of the night to have a snack or two. I wanted him to be impressed with me, and I wanted results. I was finally realizing my dreams.
I could barely touch my penis without wanting to masturbate. I was very accustomed to freely jacking off whenever I felt the urge. When I was just messaging Amos online, I would find myself doing it two or three times a night. I found that while I was eating or lifting, the compulsion to masturbate was numbed. I wondered if Amos knew that’d happen.
My days consisted of pre-breakfast and then actual breakfast, a workout, lunch, another workout, dinner, and post-dinner. There were also my late-night snacks and whatever else I ate during the day. I was feeling so different and like a better version of myself. When my first weigh-in arrived, I was more than excited. I stood in a red jock that Amos had gotten me a little over a week ago. It cradled my junk in a way that made me more than aware that I hadn’t masturbated in a month.
He had me step onto the scale and I felt his eyes all over me. I knew Amos turned me on beyond belief, but it was nice in these moments to see that I made him just as horny. I wondered if he masturbated at all. “Shit, Russ, I thought you were looking big this month but not this big,” he said. “181 pounds.” I flexed my arms a little and he smiled.
“I did good, huh?” I asked, stepping off of the scale. He walked close to me and placed his warm hands on my waist. My stomach was no longer flat. I looked bloated at all times, but in actuality I was finally getting fatter. I felt stronger than ever, and the gainer shakes after my workouts were doing nothing but good things for my waistline.
“Your workouts are going well,” he said as his hands moved down my sides and towards my ass. “And I think I know where all that weight is going.” I felt my face heat up. “You must be doing extra squats to get this ass so big.” He grabbed my backside harder than I expected. I had been hard since I stepped on the scale, and I felt pre-cum spurt from the head of my dick.
He kissed me, and I felt my body relax in ecstasy. The smallest touches from Amos were enough to send me into a headspace that I had never experienced in my entire life. I longed to be close to him always. I still stayed in my own room, longing for the day he’d invite me into his own bed. Amos pulled away slowly. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“You deserve something special,” he said. His face was as red as I’d ever seen it. Was he finally going to give me what I’d been dreaming of? I was still a virgin, only ever been fingered by some boy just as sexually immature as I was. We had both been on the wrestling team in high school. Last I heard, he was dating some girl he met at the community college in my parents' town. Amos walked towards the kitchen, and I took that as an indication to follow him. “Eat this.” He had brought out a beautiful pink box. It looked like it was from some super fancy bakery.
“I’ll eat it,” I said seriously. I opened the box and inside were six large cupcakes of varying flavors. He knew I loved a variety. I picked up one as we stood in the middle of the kitchen. I looked at him as I bit into the sweet treat.
“That’s chocolate vanilla swirl,” he said with a smirk. I laughed as I licked icing from my lips. It was a really delicious cupcake. He got on his knees as I was finishing the chocolate vanilla swirl cupcake.
“What—what’re you doing?” I asked.
“If you can talk right now, you should be eating,” he said. He pulled the jock to the ground and my dick bobbed freely for a moment. I started on the next cupcake. It had a lot of little red sprinkles. It was kind of spicy and very chocolaty. I shoved the rest of the treat into my open mouth, and he wrapped his lips around the head of my penis. I immediately felt pre-cum spurt into his mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. I started eating the rest of the cupcakes like a mad man. When I thought about the food, I wasn’t completely focused on the best blowjob of my existence. I didn’t want to cum too quickly.
Amos stopped sucking me off and began to lightly kiss my gut. I took another oversized bite of a cupcake, this one lemon flavored. I focused on the citrus, finishing it in another large bite. I felt so greedy eating like this and that was turning me on even more. I reached for the next one—Red Velvet. I looked down, and Amos looked up at me, his eyes unlike I’d seen them ever before. He loved this. He loved what he was doing to my body. He watched as I shoved a majority of the Red Velvet cupcake in my mouth. He moved his hand to my ass, squeezing one of my plump cheeks.
“Finish ‘em off, Russ,” Amos directed before bringing his mouth back towards my dick. He licked my shaft slowly, popping the head back in his mouth. I had to grab the next one, to prevent a premature eruption—S’mores. Graham cracker and marshmallow flooded my taste buds.
I hastily reached for the last cupcake. I bit into it, surprised by a substantial amount of banana pudding that was on the inside. This was a Banana Cream Pie cupcake. I got some of the pudding on my fingers and I licked them quickly, swallowing the remaining morsels of the baked good. My moist hand found the side of my gut and I rubbed it gently. This was the biggest I’d ever been, but also the smallest I’d ever be again.
“I ate them all, Sir,” I said breathlessly. He slowed, pulling his mouth away for a moment to take me in.
Without the eating to distract me, I felt it happening before I could angle my path of ejaculation away from him. Some hit him on the chin and the rest covered the front of his lavender dress shirt. I felt it coming out of me for what felt like a whole minute. “I’m so sorry. It—it was an accident,” I said all flustered. He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. He stood shirtless in front of me, and I was immediately turned on again. Amos had a well-defined body, which was long and slightly hairy. His hair looked well-groomed, and I wanted to touch his chest and the hair on his stomach. His stomach reminded me of my wrestling days, when I actually had abs.
“Somebody got a little excited.” He laughed softly, and I felt myself smile. He wasn’t mad at me.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was suddenly very, very hungry.
That weigh-in was in May and we were halfway through the month of June. The weather had gotten really hot, but I spent most of my time in the house. I only ever went outside to swim around in the pool. We hadn’t gone out in public, but I wasn’t too concerned. I was focusing on eating and lifting. I was feeling really big, the largest I had ever been in my life. My capacity had increased, and I was going through gainer shakes like there was no tomorrow. I probably had at least four or five every day.
Amos had taken a lot of time off to spend time with me that first month and a half, but now he was working a lot more. He was a realtor and sold luxury homes.
He had things delivered for me to eat around lunch time. I had eaten a lot of pizza and pastas. He’d bring me desserts in the pink boxes every other evening. He was a really sweet guy. “Russell,” he started. “I want you to go out more. You don’t have to stay in the house all day.” I had always assumed that was what I was supposed to do.
“Oh—that’s cool,” I said. “But what would I do?”
“Go out to eat,” he said with a smirk. “I actually ordered you some summer clothes.” I had no clue he had done that. “But you don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.” Why would I not want to wear them? He went to retrieve them from his bedroom. There were a lot of shorts and tanks. There was also a pair of sweats that looked like they were made out of the material of a wrestling singlet. I was wearing a jockstrap, so I could easily put on an outfit.
I grabbed a pair of navy shorts and pulled them on. They were really tight. I would normally be much too bashful to wear something like this in public. My thighs looked huge in the shorts. I got them up over my ass, which was actually getting much bigger. Amos was right about me doing a lot of squats, but it was only because I knew he liked my butt. I could feel that the crack of my ass was not fully covered. I pulled on a tank top, which was white with thin blue horizontal stripes. For the first time in my life, I truly felt big. My bulge was a little obscene, but I was fully covered.
“Do you, uh like, this kind of outfit?” Amos asked, clearing his throat. “I could always get you something else—less revealing.”
“Do I look good in this?” I asked.
“Of course you do!” he exclaimed, his face reddening. I walked closer to him, feeling the most monstrous I’d ever felt, and wrapped my arms around him. He placed one of his hands on my head, the other on my ass. We stood that way for a long time. It was really nice, feeling his body against mine. “Let’s go out. Get your shoes on.”
I went to my room and put on socks and sneakers. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the door of my bedroom and stopped for a moment. I was becoming what I had always wanted. I flexed my arms for myself before my hands found their way to my gut. It was nice having so much size.
I turned to the side and saw how it stood out from my body. I was getting myself worked up. I lifted my tank up and saw how beefy my gut was. It made me want to eat. My pecs were large, but all the lifting I did couldn’t stop fat from accumulating there as well. My ass was always huge, and it had gotten a great deal beefier in the past two months.
We drove in his car and ended up at a public park. I hadn’t been in a large crowd in some time, and it made me a little anxious. I suddenly didn’t feel that big, and I even felt naked in my outfit. I wanted really badly to grab his hand, but I fought the urge.
There were booths and food trucks lined up and down the sidewalk offering a variety of different foods. It was barely six o’clock. He patted me on the stomach and smiled. “I’ve got cash,” he said. “Let’s try lots of stuff.”
We walked from booth to booth getting different foods. He’d buy a large sample and nibble off of it before allowing me to demolish the rest. I was his human garbage disposal. We had Greek food and Mexican. I tried something called a pierogi and had a plateful of BBQ. There was a booth full of soul food that reminded me of home, and I had a great deal of that.
He was really fun to be around. He liked to people watch and would make really funny comments. There was this guy who was on roller blades in a Statue of Liberty costume that we watched for a while. “I bet he just has a blast,” Amos said with a chuckle. “Not a care in the world. Living for liberty and freedom, skating through the park annoying soccer moms and joggers alike.”
“He’s serving his country,” I added. “A true American hero.” He laughed for a while at that one, and it made me feel good. After that we went to get ice cream. I was already painfully full but pushing past that point made me feel good. On our way to the ice cream stall, I rubbed my belly mindlessly. A woman looked at me a little disgustedly and then away quickly. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. “She must be so jealous of me. I’m with the hottest guy in the whole park.”
“Ha, yeah,” I replied, feeling a little weird.
“Let’s get that ice cream,” he said gently. He ordered me a huge cone and it was actually pretty tasty. His was different than mine and he offered to let me taste his as well. He held the ice cream up to my face and I took a lick. I could see he was turned on and so I ate a little more. I had already finished mine, being the fat boy that I was. Before he knew what was up, I had almost completely slurped down most of his dessert. “Do—do you want the rest?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said as I took the cone from him. I finished it quickly.
“Man,” he started. “I feel so indecent getting a boner in a public park.” Amos rarely talked like this, and it was getting me going. We walked slowly next to one another. He leaned closer into me before he spoke again. “And watching that huge bubble butt of yours shifting back and forth in those little shorts makes me want to lick you all over.”
I was getting an erection, and in these shorts that would be a problem. I tried hard to stay calm, but I was semi-erect. “Amos, don’t say that. I—I get too excited.”
“I know how you get,” he said. “You’re horny all the time and the fact you’re making so much progress turns you on even more, doesn’t it?” He grabbed a handful of my ass, and my penis was no longer just semi-erect. I wanted him to fuck me. “You’re becoming this big strong bull, but you know I’m still the one taking care of you.” I once again whimpered like a dog, a sound I found myself making much more frequently. I was feeling so submissive, and I wanted Amos to dominate me.
“Amos, I—I like that you take care of me.” He removed his hand from my butt.
“I do a good job, don’t I?” he asked. “And I always will, because you’re mine.” I nodded quickly. A man who had been walking near us cleared her throat theatrically. We ignored him and made our way back to Amos’ car. On the way home he bought me a couple of burgers and a milkshake.
I ate everything.
Sometime in July I asked him what I could do that’d turn him on even more. He was pretty bashful about telling me at first, but I pulled it out of him. He was a fan of men that were intimidating but he could still be dominant over. So, I ended up getting some piercings and he wondered if I’d get my hair cut a certain way.
It all happened in one day, and at first, I was a little nervous. I got my nipples pierced first, and then my ears. I also got a mohawk fade. My beard had gotten much thicker as well. I was really digging the new me.
I’d be the first one to admit that I did look a great deal more intimidating. He couldn’t wait for the nipple piercings to heal. I had the feeling Amos was getting more and more amped up to actually fuck me.
By August I weighed over 200 pounds for the first time in my life. Amos was more than happy when the scale told him I was 219 pounds. I had taken to eating even more than ever before and Amos could barely believe it. I felt unstoppable. I was a beast.
“My family wants to meet you,” Amos said dryly one afternoon in mid-August. I never really considered the fact that Amos could even have a family. He seemed so independent that I imagined he was one day put on the earth as an adult. “They want me to host the Labor Day party this year, because of the pool.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that. I’d be too nervous.” I drank from a shake made from protein powder, ice cream, and whole milk. “What if they don’t like me?”
“You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. I doubt they’d dislike you.”
“But—but, what about how—”
“How you look?” he asked. I nodded. “You look fucking spectacular. I’m not ashamed of you in any way. I actually want to show you off every chance I get, so everyone knows I’m with such a stud.”
“It’s your family, Amos. They’re more important than some strangers on the street.”
“Let me be perfectly clear,” he started, sounding even more serious than before. It’s like he had some sort of power in which he could make his voice soothing yet commanding. “I live my life for myself. You and me, we’re a package deal. They’ll treat you with respect or they can leave. Simple as that. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, the front of my jock bulging as my dick hardened. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Amos saw me as something other than some guy he was fooling around with. He respected me enough to introduce me to his family as his boyfriend. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Good boy,” he said, patting me on the tummy. “I guess we’ve got a party to plan.”
Leading up to Labor Day we found lots of fun things for the party. It wouldn’t be a lot of people, but Amos planned an incredibly large menu. He described all the things that would be prepared and how much he expected me to eat.
We went to shop for swimsuits, and even though I already had one or normally swam naked, he insisted I get another one. I ended up getting a lime green pair of classic cut trunks. I felt like they would be too revealing for a family function, but he told me they were perfectly fine.
My ass was large and firm, and even with the XL swimwear I was not fully covered. It was the curse of having such a large lower body. I felt like my bulge was a little much, but I did feel really attractive. My pecs rounded out into large mounds of muscle and fat. My gut was usually always full of food as I took my job as his greedy man-beast very seriously. That morning was the start of September and at my weigh-in I had made it to nearly 230 pounds. I hardly recognized myself anymore, but I wanted more. I wanted to be bigger, stronger, and fatter—to be the ideal man of Amos, as well as myself.
We bought my suit as well as a very nice pair of orange trunks for Amos that went halfway up his muscular thighs. We made our way home to have dinner, and with the events of the day I wanted to outgrow my new swimsuit.
The night before his family would be coming over, he presented to me a chain collar and a lock. “It’s waterproof,” he said with a shy smile and red cheeks. “If you’d be willing, I’d like for you to wear this.”
I took it from him and draped it around my neck. The chain was thick and slightly cold. It felt heavy, but I liked the weight of it. I clicked it in place and grabbed the lock for a moment. He was turning me into a total badass. “I feel extra cool,” I said.
“I have the key,” he said. He pulled a much thinner chain from under his dress shirt, and I saw that on the end of it was a small key to the lock around my neck. “You’re mine, you badass.” We smiled at one another and then I had two thick gainer shakes.
I had to look my best for the party.
The next day he woke up early to fire up the grill. He would be making chicken wings, brats, burgers, and ribs. I was busy in the kitchen slicing fruit and making other side dishes. He wanted me to make macaroni and cheese when I told him how much butter and cheese my mother’s recipe required. “Oh, you need some of that,” he said. “I should get you to eat some of that every week. Then you’d really get some meat on those bones.”
His family would arrive at about noon. I was nervous, sure, but also kind of excited. Amos was an incredible guy, so his family had to be a good one. I wore my lime green trunks and a yellow tank. I was very vibrant.
Everything was ready at around eleven-thirty. We busied ourselves setting things up and his family arrived right on time. That seemed like a quality all of the Stanton’s possessed. His parents, Freddie and Kathy, were very nice, and tall. His mom was about my height and Freddie had to be at least 6’4” because he was taller than Amos. Amos had two younger brothers as well. The middle brother looked just like Amos and had a wife of his own. His name was Harris, and the youngest brother was named Bud. He was only two years younger than I was.
“Amos, so good to see you,” said Julia, the wife of Harris. “And it’s nice to meet you too, Russell.” I was surprised she already knew my name. I returned the sentiment before Amos interjected.
“The food is ready so let’s eat while it’s hot.” We all shuffled out to the patio and sat. The conversation was good, but Bud didn’t talk much. He seemed distant, but I took it as how I had been when I was still at home.
I ate a brat in three bites and before I could finish chewing another found its way to my plate. I had mac and cheese piled high on my plate along with other sides. Everyone had finished eating yet I was going strong. The conversations continued and things were going great.
Sitting in the patio chair and shoveling food into my mouth I felt the tank straining against my gut. I could even feel my gut on my lap. I loved how I felt. I loved that I was the biggest guy at the party. When everyone else was preoccupied Amos gave me a pat on the stomach.
“I think they really like you,” he said quietly. His hand rubbed my belly slowly. “But I wish they’d fucking leave so I could feed my boyfriend in peace.” I was semi-erect and tried to reign it in.
I thought about how when I was eating, I wasn’t as horny. “I’m gonna get the ice cream sandwiches,” I said. “Maybe your family will want some.” I made my way into the kitchen when I noticed Bud and Kathy talking on the sofa. They hadn’t noticed me entering.
“Mom, he’s like some beast,” Bud said. “Like, he wears chains and stuff. Who does that?”
“He’s only two years older than you, Bud,” she replied. “He also seems really sweet.”
“He’s only twenty-one? How?” Bud questioned in awe. “He could probably break Amos in half if he wanted. I bet they’re into some freaky shit.”
“Oh, stop it, Bud. Don’t swear and don’t talk about your brother and his boyfriend having sex.” I was slightly taken aback. I hadn’t considered the idea that Bud was so quiet because he didn’t care for me. I cleared my throat loudly and offered them some ice cream sandwiches.
They both looked surprised to see me and Mrs. Stanton was noticeably embarrassed.
“No,” Bud said quickly, surprisingly more flustered than his mom. “That’s okay.” I began to retreat back to the patio before he stopped me.
“What’s up?” I asked. He’d made his way over to me and he stood looking down at me slightly. Amos really came from a family of giants. He studied me closely and—I might have been sorely mistaken—but I felt like he was looking at me like how I normally looked at Amos. He admired me in some regard, and it was actually really cool.
“I’ll take two of those if that’d be okay.”
“Yeah, Bud,” I said. “You gotta eat big to get big.”
After that, Bud stuck to me like glue. He asked me about my diet and my workout regimen. I wasn’t as bold as Amos, so I gave him a heavily edited version of my routine. We all swam around and chatted. If I had to make a complaint, my swimsuit rode up a lot. Normally it wouldn’t have mattered, but I didn’t think the entire Stanton clan wanted a glimpse of my beefy ass cheeks.
It was a good time, and I was glad Amos allowed me to become such an intimate part of his life. I had even more fun after they all left. Amos told me he didn’t want to see any leftovers.
There weren’t any.
My life with Amos only continued to improve as time went on. I hadn’t made it home for the holidays like I initially told my family I would. I missed Christmas, New Years, and Easter. If I were to be honest with myself, I didn’t really want to see my family. I didn’t know how they’d react to my lifestyle changes.
“We’re worried about you,” my mother said to me over the phone in late April. It had been about a year since I had come to live with Amos.
“We talk every month,” I said, knowing where this conversation was going. “I just haven’t found a good time to come see you guys.”
“Well, Bobby is graduating next month, and I expect you to come home to celebrate your brother earning his Master’s.” Robert, who everyone called Bobby, was my middle brother. Terry was the oldest, and he had graduated from college five years ago. I loved my brothers, and I didn’t want Bobby to think I didn’t care about how hard he had been working.
“Mom, I—I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it. I’ll check my schedule.” This whole situation was making me anxious.
“Is it money, Russell?” she asked. “It’s okay if you need to move back home. It’s okay.”
“No, mom—it’s got nothing to do with money. Just text me the details. I’ll be there.”
“Everybody is going to be so excited,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “You must be starving out there working so hard. This is going to be the biggest celebration this family has seen in a while. I’ll make sure I’ve got all your favorite foods, baby. I’ll text you, okay?”
“Okay, mom. Talk to you later,” I said. She told me she loved me, and I returned the sentiment before hanging up the phone. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling its bulk. I felt massive and tiny at the same time. I wished Amos was here, but he was working. He wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours.
At my April weigh-in I was just over 300 pounds. After seeing that number on the scale both Amos and I sat astounded. I had nearly doubled my initial weight in a year. He sucked me off twice after that. We still hadn’t had anal sex yet, but I had the feeling it would be happening soon.
Amos was a very by the book kind of guy. He had brought me products to prep myself for anal, so things wouldn’t be a mess when we did actually have sex for the first time. I hoped I could satisfy him in that way. I wanted to be what he wanted. Especially after he invested so much into me.
I ate my lunch and did my workout. I had become so accustomed to my daily routine that I had a lot of free time. I’d go out and about occasionally, and I noticed people would watch me a little more than they used to. I wondered if my family would say anything, or just stare at me like the people on the street did.
Looking at myself in a mirror after my workout I took in my body as I did every day. My shoulders were broad, meeting in the middle at my thick neck. Amos said that my face had gotten fat. He said that my head and neck had become a singular entity, and that without my beard it would be hard to distinguish the two.
Amos said that the cheeks on my face rivaled the cheeks on my backside. “When you smile,” he had said. “You can barely see your eyes.” It was true. I had always gotten squinty when I smiled, but with the extra weight I carried it was even more extreme.
My body impressed Amos in a multitude of ways, and he had things to say about all of me. The way my tits sagged, though still firm with muscle. How my butt had ruined nearly every pair of pants he bought me. The immense size of my thighs and calves. He even had things to say about how thick my hands and feet had gotten. I was getting hard thinking about Amos, about how he’d grab me.
He got in around five, pink bakery box in tow. “Russ, I’m home,” he called as he entered the kitchen. I made my way to where he stood. I was in a purple jock, my body on full display for him.
“Welcome home,” I said, walking close to him, ready to receive affection. He wrapped me in his arms, and I felt everything I had been worried about fall to the wayside, if only for a moment.
“How’s my big guy today?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.
“Not good,” I said, dreading having to talk about my intended trip home. “I talked to my mom today. I have to go home for my brother’s graduation.”
“I know how nervous dealing with your family makes you,” he said, letting go of me and looking down at me. He smiled softly, trying his best to calm my nerves. “You had to see your family at some point. Don’t let it overwhelm you.”
“But—but what if they’re mad, or they want me to move back home?” I hated when I acted this way. I felt whiny, burdensome.
“You plan on leaving me?” he asked.
“No, Sir,” I answered. “I never want to leave you.”
“Then they’ll just have to accept how much you’ve grown and the life you’ve set up for yourself.” I nodded. He was right. He always was. “Do you want me to go with you?”
I felt my face light up. I didn’t want to burden him with having to meet my family, not yet anyway. They’d be all over him, probably upset about my weight, not working, and being gay. “You would come with me, Amos?”
“Let me know the dates and I’ll take off from work.” I hugged him immediately, squeezing him much harder than I realized. He groaned loudly and I removed my arms from around him. He laughed, calming me even more. “You’ve got to be careful. You know you can break me in half.”
The next month Amos and I drove the two hours to my hometown. The entire ride he had me eating snacks. And I do mean the entire ride. Chips, trail mix, snack cakes, soda, sandwiches. When we pulled up outside of my parents’ place, I was next level bloated.
The first of the month was last week, and my weigh-in was somewhat disappointing. Maybe it was the stress of the visit, but I hadn’t been going as hard as I’d been the last couple of months. I couldn’t bring myself to eat my late-night snacks and I was barely getting through one gainer shake a day.
Amos didn’t say anything, but his lack of enthusiasm was like a dagger through the heart. I’d been working so hard, and I’d nearly doubled my starting weight in a year, but it didn’t feel like enough. I feared that if I continued to disappoint him, he’d look for someone who could better live up to his expectations.
“Do you want to grab the bags now or later?” Amos asked.
“We can come back for them later.” I wanted to make sure any potential escape was as swift as possible. There was no need to bring luggage into the house when we’d probably be leaving soon anyway.
We walked up the driveway to the front door, Amos behind me. My hands and feet were numb with cold, even though it was a sunny Friday afternoon in May. I was in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that probably shouldn’t have been so tight. You could see the outline of my belly button and my pierced nipples.
I stood frozen, staring at the doorbell. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t help feeling like some sort of freak, a disappointment. They wouldn’t accept me like this, and it felt ridiculous to welcome their disapproval. We shouldn’t have come all this way for something that could have been avoided. Maybe that was foolish of me, thinking I’d never have to see my family again, but it was better than this.
“Ring the bell,” Amos said softly. “Whatever happens, you know that you’ve got me. I promise.”
“Okay,” I replied, ringing the bell quickly before I chickened out. There was some slight shuffling, and then the door opened suddenly.
It was both of my parents, which wasn’t a normal occurrence. I think they both came to the door because they were expecting me. We hadn’t seen each other for over a year at this point. They were absolutely silent for much longer than could be considered normal.
“Uh, hey Mom. Hey Dad.”
My mother laughed awkwardly, turning towards my dad to exchange a glance before turning back to me. She looked behind me at Amos before she finally spoke.
“Well,” she said, laughing again. “Look at you.”
“Damn boy,” my dad added. “Your mom thought you were out there starving. You ain’t missed a meal since you left here.” Amos chuckled behind me. Of course he’d think that was funny. He was the reason I hadn’t missed any meals.
“Come in, boys,” my mom said. “Wait, where are your bags? Don’t tell me you aren’t staying.”
“They’re in the car,” I said, the warmth returning to my hands and feet. I was sure they’d have a lot of questions, and they’d probably talk about this for an hour as they laid next to each other before bed tonight, but they weren’t pushing me away. “I’ll grab them.”
I turned, so I could walk back down the driveway. “Damn, he got more ass than you,” my dad commented, patting my mom on the behind. Like my t-shirt, the sweats I wore outlined every curve of my body. The cheeks were slightly separated by the fabric, highlighting the heft of each. I looked up at Amos, who was smirking slightly. He really was enjoying my discomfort in this situation, the embarrassing comments from my father, the nervous glances from my mother. He was a bit of a sadist, and as weird as this whole situation was, I was kind of enjoying it too.
After bringing the bags into the foyer, it was obvious there were a bunch of other people in the house. I shouldn’t have been surprised. My mother loved celebrations, and this was my homecoming and my brother’s graduation. What better reasons to invite people over and throw a party?
Scattered throughout the living room were a bunch of my relatives. I saw my oldest brother Terry and his wife. She held their two-year old in her arms and was sporting a sizable baby bump. Bobby was wearing a sash that said “graduate” on it in gold lettering. His girlfriend was here too. I also noticed both sets of grandparents, some uncles, a few aunts, a plethora of cousins. They all looked at me like they’d spotted Bigfoot.
“Shit bro!” Bobby exclaimed. “You look like you ate your old self.” There was some laughter and nervous murmurs. I knew this was a make-or-break weekend. It was my reintroduction to my family, and I had to lay some things out on the table. In particular, I had to introduce Amos. I’m sure everyone was curious about the tall white guy who was towering over us all.
“It’s good to see everyone,” I started. “City life has been treating me well. This guy here is named Amos, and he and I are—we’re—uh, seeing each other.”
Nobody really said anything until my nephew, still in his mother’s arms, waved in our direction and said in his little voice, “Hi Amiss. I’m John.”
Amos returned the wave. “Nice to meet you, John.”
After that, some of my relatives came up to us and we talked for a few minutes. I excused the both of us and we made our way to my bedroom upstairs. We needed to set the bags down and have a moment to ourselves. I wondered what Amos would have to say about everything that happened.
I felt my body relax once the door was closed. After rummaging through his backpack, Amos just stood there, a satisfied smile on his face. He wore a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved collared shirt. He looked good even in casual clothing. His torso was long and lean, and the sleeves of the shirt hugged his arms seductively.
“Russ,” he said in a low voice. “This might not be the appropriate timing, but I need to fuck you.”
“What?” He couldn’t be serious. Twenty of my family members were a floor below us, and this was the time he felt prepared to fuck me? He made his way closer to me, reaching out to squeeze one of my nipples through the fabric of my t-shirt. Ever since the piercings healed a few months ago, they’d become an extra-sensitive source of arousal. I was already getting hard, and he’d barely touched me. “Amos, we can’t,” I whined.
“You don’t want this?” he asked.
“I mean—Amos,” I said, trying to make a sensible decision. But his free hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing my dick gently through the fabric as he continued to work my nipple with his other hand. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back a bit.
“They all couldn’t believe their eyes,” Amos whispered, his voice clear and dripping with lust. Him wanting me so badly was making me feel valuable again. I wanted this more than anything, to be what he wanted. “Your dad doesn’t mince words, does he? ‘Damn, boy. You’ve got more ass than your momma.’”
He turned me around and we stood looking at our reflection in the mirror above the dresser in my room. He didn’t need to say anything. He simply needed to explore my body with his hands to let me know what he was thinking. The way his hands sat under my chest, holding each fatty pec in his strong hands, squeezing them, jiggling them. My nipples were as hard as my dick at this point, and I had no intention of stopping Amos anymore. Not like I ever really would’ve in the first place. He had the control. He always had, even when I thought I was making a choice, Amos was pulling the strings.
His hands caressed my stomach, cupping the bottom of my gut and holding the weight of it up before letting it drop. It was solid from the two hours of snacking, but it was usually firm. He squeezed it again and again in different sections, inspecting every piece of fat he’d managed to pack on my body.
He moved one hand away from my belly, and I could hear the buckle of his belt being undone. Then I felt his hardness pressing into my back, warm and incredibly stiff. I saw him slip a condom and a tiny bottle of lube from the front pocket of his jeans. He set them on the dresser before shimmying out of his pants. I could hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor so I knew his pants must have been around his ankles. He positioned his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and tugged gently, still pressing against me. I watched him closely in the mirror as he worked, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. I had wanted this since the day we met, and it was really going to happen. He tried pulling the sweats down, but the fabric got stuck around my thighs. I wiggled a little, causing the sweatpants to drop lower and allowing me to spread my legs a little bit further apart.
He placed his hands on my hips and I leaned forward, resting my palms on the top of the dresser. He gave my ass a smack and I could feel the sting of his palm resonate throughout my entire body. “Oh god,” I breathed.
“To think you’ve gotten this big in a year,” he said. “It only makes me wonder how much bigger I can make you.”
“You want me to get bigger?” I asked, losing myself in the foreplay.
“I know you’re not that tall, but you could get to at least 400 pounds and get around fine.”
“425,” I countered.
“450.”
He reached for the bottle of lube and opened it effortlessly. He squeezed some of the liquid onto his fingers and his dick, coating his member completely before spreading my cheeks to have access to my asshole. Slowly, he touched me with one finger, sliding it in gently. He worked my hole with the one finger for a few moments before sliding in another. His breathing was deep and intense, his face serious.
“I’ve got to put it in, Russ,” he said, looking at my face in the mirror. “Is that okay?”
I just nodded. He held one cheek in his hand, his dick in the other. He guided himself inside of me, the tip entering me gently. He stayed that way for a moment, not moving a muscle. I knew it was so he wouldn’t hurt me, but I felt perfectly fine. I needed more. I needed all of him inside of me. I pushed my ass against his front, taking in a majority of his dick in the process.
“Aw, fuck,” he muttered as I pounded my ass against his thighs. He gave my ass a loud slap. I was salivating. I could feel the pools of spit in my mouth, and I swallowed as not to make a mess. Every time Amos let me ejaculate this past year, some sort of dessert was involved. I couldn’t help but crave some sort of sweet treat. What I wouldn’t give for a doughnut or one of those Banana Cream Pie cupcakes. I pulled forward and pushed back again and again, his dick hitting what I could only assume to be my prostate. I was in a simple black jock, my dick barely cradled in the front cup, leaking pre-cum profusely. “Whoa, Russ. You don’t have to rush.”
“It feels so good, Amos,” I moaned. “I love your dick.” He just smirked, allowing me to continue my back-and-forth motion. We were at it for nearly ten minutes when Amos came. My dick was dribbling so much, when I went to reposition it, cum shot all over the mirror and dresser.
“Damn, Russ.”
“Amos, I’m hungry.”
We got cleaned up after that and headed back downstairs. I was utterly dickmatized. Whatever my family talked to me about went in one ear and out the other. I just wanted to eat and get fucked again, but one of those things was too risky to attempt a second time, so I simply stuffed my face. Bobby walked up to me as I licked some chicken grease off my fingers. He just shook his head, chuckling to himself.
“What?” I asked. I was closer to Bobby than my oldest brother, so I really was worried about what he had to say about this whole situation.
“You’re not really the little brother around here anymore, are you?”
“I guess not,” I answered, laughing myself. Leave it to him to make a joke. I appreciated it.
“You and the white dude—Amos,” he clarified, to show respect, “are into some freaky shit. You know we could kind of hear y’all thumping around up there, right?”
“Aw, well, that’s my bad, not his.” I did kind of take over up there. Hopefully they just heard the thumping and not anything we were saying.
“And I’m not judging,” he added, throwing up his hands. “You seem happier like this. He’s got to have something to do with that, yeah?”
Looking over at Amos, who was talking to Terry and his wife, I couldn’t help but notice that he fit in perfectly, even in a house full of people who were very different than he was. He did take care of me and make me feel valued. Reflecting on how long it took for us to actually meet up, I could kick myself for thinking that Amos could be anything less than amazing. He was my home now, my family. In one incredible year, my life would forever be changed for the better. And hey, maybe Amos would really get me to 450 (but seriously, that probably was less of sex-talk and more of a promise. Amos was always a man of his word).
“Yeah,” I said, “I feel like when I’m with him, it’s where I belong.”
The End!
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There's literally zero suggestion that Ryan is uncomfortable portraying a queer character compared to Oliver. IDK what your anon is talking about. Like you said he acknowledged the difficulty of getting a storyline like that out to the GA due to toxic masculinity and homophobia but those are just the facts on the ground not an indication that he's personally opposed. Oliver's good at giving diplomatic soundbites to the fandom and cultivating a persona online, Ryan's more blunt and he answered honestly that's the key difference here. Their chemistry has never been denied, Oliver didn't say anything particularly revolutionary, the question is whether there's a serious intent to act on that to create a romantic storyline and I would have to say I agree with Ryan I don't see it happening. There's really no need to be like oh we know Oliver's cool but who knows about Ryan because it's like based on what exactly? Him stating facts that none of this was planned and it's unlikely the writers/creators will pivot?
Honestly I get a little uncomfortable with the way some people ascribe certain views and attitudes to Ryan while simultaneously blowing smoke up Oliver's supposedly enlightened ass, it feels a little prejudiced and in bad faith.
(This isn't aimed at you, I think you're very fair and I agree with you almost all the time. It's just a comment at the language I see used and the implications when this is brought up)
Just want to thank you for reiterating my point because it's something I think is going to have to be repeated over time as each season passes without Eddie being Repressed or Buddie going canon.
We don't know how Ryan feels about the Buddie as a legit ship, whether he wants the show to go for it or not, because he doesn't approach the subject the way the fandom wishes he would.
He's matter-of-fact. He's realistic. He's seen enough within the industry and in his own life (upbringing and friends he may have made along the way) to understand the tough spot the show put itself in by making neither Buck nor Eddie queer from the start.
TBH, R "vs." O is not unlike the way older members of our fandom try to interact with/educate the younger ones. So many here have grown up in a time when queer representation is becoming "the standard" even if TV shows aren't making it past the second season. But those of us who remember the *really* dark days aren't scared to talk about the ages of the folks running these networks or the demographic they're making the shows for impacting how they envision a story line and ensure it plays out.
Oliver represents the younger fandom.
He understands why fans he's interacted with love the ship and would say yes in a second.
Ryan is the rest of us going "Do you hear yourself right now? Do you really think Buddie is as popular IRL as it is online?"
There is value in Oliver publicly supporting Buddie, absolutely. But there is also value in having someone speak in a way that aims to prevent fans from getting their hopes up over a story line that may never come true.
Ryan is not trying to discourage you.
He's trying to protect you and your feelings.
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Hello my dear,
I hardly dare ask, but... would you maybe write another story for me?
A story with Leo x f.Reader ...
Leo is writing online with April's girlfriend/roommate without her knowing it's the Turtle Leader.
But Vern hears about it and talks so badly about an arranged meeting at Leo's that he doesn't want to come to the meeting anymore. Who is he anyway? Who would want him?
Instead Vern plays an evil game and wants to pretend to be the unknown man from the chat....!
But.....
Request by @tkappi
Hehehe let’s ruin Vern’s evil plan, shall we? *rubs hands together with maniacal laughter*
Best ‘Laid’ Plans…
Leonardo x F!Reader (featuring a rather naughty cameo by Raphael per request)
Warning: Language and NSFW 18+ only
Click…click click…clickety click…
The screen cast a blue sheen over Leonardo’s face as he typed away. This online correspondence had been going on for weeks. April had set it up, knowing that you, her roommate, would be a perfect match for the stalwart turtle. She had surmised that getting the two of you to converse without appearances getting in the way was the best start. Once you both were hooked on one another, she could push for an in person meeting.
Well, it apparently had reached that time. April had encouraged you to ask to meet, and Leo was trying to get out of it. You weren’t taking ‘no’ for an answer though. He desperately wanted to meet you, but fear still held him back. He wasn’t exactly human. Then his phone buzzed. It was a text from April informing him that the meeting was her idea. He sighed. It was hard to turn her down. Despite his better judgement, he agreed to meet on Sunday evening at the park. He had exactly three days to be anxious and try not to have a panic attack.
💻💻💻
Vern decided to stop by with some pizzas on Saturday afternoon, before the turtles went out on patrol. The Knicks were playing against a bitter rival and Donnie had the best damn set up that he’d seen anywhere. The guys gathered around the curved big screen, enjoying the amazing surround sound that Donnie had tweaked. During halftime, the talk turned to Leo’s big meeting. Vern suddenly perked up.
“Did you say you are meeting April’s roommate?” he asked casually.
Leo nodded, “Yeah, we’ve been chatting online for awhile now. She’s pretty amazing.”
“She is,” Vern agreed, “I’ve met her. She’s smoking hot.”
Suddenly, every turtle was staring at the cameraman. Inwardly, he smirked. The slightest bit of trepidation flared in the leader’s eyes. Vern decided at that moment to exploit it and give himself an advantage. He spent the rest of the break describing your attractive attributes and gloating at the rapt attention of Leo and his brothers.
After the game, Leo dismissed the guys to go get ready for patrol. As he went to the weapons rack to grab his katanas, Vern followed.
“Leo, are you sure about this? I mean, she’s stunning, and you’re…..well,” Vern motioned to the six foot tall mutant with a skeptical expression.
Leo frowned. This was exactly what had been running through his own head. How did Vern know? Perhaps this was a bad idea. His heart clenched at the thought of you rejecting him based on sight.
“I should just cancel,” he muttered softly.
Vern put a hand on his shoulder in false reassurance and squeezed.
“I’m sorry, buddy. It’s a tough call, but it’s the right one. You know what? I’ll talk to her for you. Let her down easy.”
Leo looked up in surprise, “You would do that for me?”
Vern smiled, “Of course, Leo. What are friends for?”
🌔🌗🌒
Sunday night finally rolled around. Leo was sitting at home depressed. He hadn’t even bothered to check the chat, feeling too distraught to see what you said after talking with Vern. What had he been thinking? What had April been thinking? There’s no way a beautiful human woman would accept a mutant turtle for a partner. It was better this way. Right? So why did his heart hurt so bad?
His phone buzzed. He nearly didn’t look to see who it was, but then Donnie strolled by and glanced at the screen. The genius paused. Seeing that Leo was completely ignoring the phone, he frowned. It wasn’t like the leader to be so out of sorts.
“You gonna answer April?” he asked pointedly. “And it’s Sunday. I thought you had that meeting with her roommate?”
Leo shrugged dejectedly. When Donnie just kept standing there, he knew his little brother wouldn’t budge without an answer.
“I’m not going. I’m just gonna get my heart broken when she sees what I am and runs away screaming.”
Donnie huffed. Then he picked up Leo’s phone and opened the text from April. She was letting him know that you were about to leave to meet him.
“It’s not like you to at least politely cancel. I’m actually quite shocked that you’re standing her up,” Donnie mused.
Leo looked up in surprise, “What? Vern said he knows her well and that he would cancel for me. Let her down gently.”
Donnie waved the phone, “Well, according to April, she’s on her way.”
Alarm bells started going off in Donnie’s head. He had a feeling he knew what was happening here.
“Leo, did you decide to bow out because of something Vern said to you?”
Leo winced, but nodded sheepishly.
“Shit. I think Vern is trying to steal your girl, bro. I think I can fix this though.”
With that, Donnie took off walking towards the lab.
“Oh and you might want to take a shower. Self-pity isn’t a good cologne.”
🚿🚿🚿
Donnie smirked as he got off the phone with April. You were now headed to an abandoned subway station near the entrance to the lair with her. Now, time to get back at Vern. His next phone call was to Casey Jones.
“Hey Case! I need a quick favor.”
After explaining his plan, the rookie detective agreed. There wasn’t much time but the genius had a few tricks up his proverbial sleeve. After telling Leo where to meet the ladies, he grabbed Mikey for backup and headed to the park.
🕳🕳🕳
Leo dressed in his dressier pants, wore his nicer sandals, and left his wrappings at home. He debated on the katanas, but decided he didn’t want to completely terrify you further. He kept his bandana on for comfort sake.
The closer he got to your location, the more nervous he felt. All the possibilities of what could go wrong would swimming in his head. Leo felt like he could throw up. He could hear feminine voices up ahead and took a moment just to breathe deeply and center himself. Deciding that delaying the inevitable wouldn’t make it hurt any less, he straightened his shoulders and strode forward with false bravado. Then there you were. Your back was to him, but his eyes drifted over every curve. Damn.
April caught sight of him and smiled encouragingly. He gave a slight nod, and she whispered to you. He watched your body stiffen, then you were turning slowly. It only just now occurred to him that you might be nervous about meeting him as well. He steeled himself for your fear and rejection as you came full circle, eyes to the ground. Then you lifted your gaze and gasped.
“Fearless0584?” you asked in a breathy tone.
Leo managed to eke out a “yes.”
Your eyes sparkled as you took him in. April had explained to you who and what Leo was. While you had been intrigued and albeit skeptical, you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for him through your many chats and messages. He was much more handsome than you had imagined and the thought that such a glorious creature could be yours was intoxicating.
“I’m y/n,” you murmured, holding out a hand for him to shake.
Leo stared at your outstretched hand like he had never seen one before. He opened his mouth, then shut it. He was clearly having trouble articulating a response. Finally, he took your hand and shook gently.
“You aren’t screaming and running away,” he mumbled, more a question than a statement.
April smiled, “I filled her in on the way over. Figured it would make things go smoother. Now, if you two are cool, I’m going to go meet the others at the park.”
You noticed that Leo still held your hand, staring at you in wonder. You waved April on. The poor turtle was so enraptured by you. You had a feeling that things were going to be just fine.
“So, can we go somewhere to talk?” you asked.
Leo seemed to break free from his revery and let go of your hand to rub at the back of his neck. He’s still couldn’t believe how well you were taking all of this.
“Yeah, sure. My home is this way,“ he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.
Smiling, you put your arm through his, saying, “Lead the way, Leonardo.”
Oh, but he liked the way his name sounded on your lips. As the pair of you strolled down the tunnels, you engaged the ninja leader in small talk. Leo was finding you just as easy to talk to in person as you were online.
When you reached the lair, he gave a quick perfunctory tour. After offering some hot herbal tea, he took you to his bedroom to relax and visit quietly. The conversation continued to flow easily and then the talk turned to a flirtier tone. You scooted closer, placing your hand over his. Leo had been staring at your lips for the past half hour, totally unaware. You turned your head up and leaned in, waiting to see if he would take the hint.
Leo’s heart was pounding. He hadn’t counted on how seeing you in person would set his desires aflame. God, you were sexy. The hint was taken and he crushed his lips to yours. He slipped a hand behind your head and held you, though you had no intention on moving away. His lips were unbelievably soft and despite his lack of experience, he was kissing you so sensually. Heat licked your core and you climbed into his lap, trying to get closer. Leo groaned into your mouth and wrapped an arm around you. The more you made out, the handsier he became. Then suddenly, he pulled back.
“I’m sorry! Jeez, I’m basically mauling you here,” he apologized, dropping his eyes to the blanket on his bed.
You lifted his chin and looked deeply into his eyes, letting him see the lust shining there.
“I wouldn’t mind getting mauled some more,” you purred.
Leo gulped, “You sure?”
You answered by yanking your shirt over your head, “I’ve had it bad for you for awhile, Leo. You’re different from all the other guys I’ve dealt with, and I don’t just mean your appearance. Although, I have to say, you are incredibly handsome.”
If turtles could blush, Leo would be ten shades of red right now. His eyes were glued to your exposed chest, and with a giggle, you placed his hand over your breast. He squeezed gently, and then he leaned forward for another kiss.
🫦🫦🫦
Raphael searched all through the lair. Donnie and Mikey weren’t in their usual spots. Splinter was already in bed. Maybe Leo was still in his room moping over his missed meeting. Silently, Raph made his way to the leader’s room and peeked through the crack in the door. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
Leo was laying atop a pretty girl, who was shirtless, and he was covering her breasts with open-mouth kisses. The girl was moaning and started pushing at his pants. Raph’s jaw dropped. Was Lameonardo about to get laid? As he watched, barely believing, his older brother proceeded to undress himself and his female companion. While he couldn’t make out their murmured words, they were clearly smitten and giving one another the sweet, goo-goo eyes.
Raph knew he should turn away. They deserved privacy. Leo would skin him alive if he ever found out that Raph was seeing any of this. But then, perfect Leo, always such a gentleman and so honorable, he spread her thighs wide, and shoved his cock deep. Hearing the girl’s moan and seeing his older brother being naughty, well…
Raphael looked around quickly. The coast was clear, no sign of the others yet. And honestly, they would be too occupied to notice him, right? His erection pushed against the zipper of his cargos. Quickly unbuttoning the fastener and lowering the zipper, he eased his cock out and gripped it with a tight fist.
Leo groaned as he entered a warm heaven. Your walls were so tight and welcoming, gripping his cock as he took his time with slow, steady thrusts. You gazed up at him with lust drunk eyes as your mouth hung open in a perpetual moan. Maybe it was moving fast, but dear lord, this felt incredible. Leo captured your lips once again, and slid an arm under your left leg to open you wider. His cock struck your cervix at this angle and you whimpered, pressure building tighter and tighter.
Raph pumped faster, using his precum to help with the friction as he watched you come unraveled. You panted, legs stiffened, as you rolled your hips frantically. Leo quickened his own thrusts as you rode the wave of your orgasm. Raph felt his balls tightening in the telltale sign that he was about to cum, and took the few steps to the bathroom and licked himself in the finish. When he was done, he looked up into the mirror with guilty eyes. Well, things would be awkward for him for a little while.
Leo finished with a grunt, emptying himself deep within your velvety walls, still sensitive from your release. He rolled over to keep from crushing you, and pulled you up on his plastron. You covered his face with soft pecks, thanking him for such a beautiful experience. You were completely smitten with the mutant, already hearing wedding bells in your head. Best to keep that to myself for now, you thought with a smile.
💙💙💙
Donnie and Mikey were still cackling and fist bumping when they got home about an hour later. Raph looked up from where he was rifling through the fridge for a snack.
“Where ya been?”
Mikey howled with laughter, “Dude! So, Vern had this like, evil plan to steal Leo’s girl, right?”
“And I figured it out, naturally,” Donnie interrupted.
Mikey waved him off, “Yeah, yeah. You’re a genius, we all know. So, anyway, Donnie got this idea to dress up Casey as the girl, and he had a little speaker that Don made-“
“Not specifically for this. It’s a project that I’ve been work-“
“Aaaanyways, as I was saying, Don made this speaker so April could provide the voice. In the dark of the park, with the voice thingy,” Mikey went on.
“There’s a technical name for it,” Donnie attempted to cut in, but Mikey ignored him.
“Vern totally fell for it! He thought he was meeting a hot chick! I got it all on video, bro,” Mikey finished.
Donnie started cracking up all over again, “Wait’ll you see his face! It was priceless!”
The tall terrapin took off his glasses to wipe at the tears in his eyes. When he put them back on, he was surprised to see a young woman come into the kitchen. Wearing one of Leo’s t-shirts, and bare legs, you were very attractive. All three turtles stared. You grabbed two bottles of water, then waved.
“Hi, I’m y/n. You must be Leo’s brothers! I’ll meet you properly at breakfast. Good night!”
You walked back to Leo’s room with a smirk. They were just going to have to get used to seeing your face around here.
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I ACCDITENTLY PUT MY NITARA HC OUT OF THE DRAFTS WHAT I DIDNT EVEN FINISHED WRITING 😭😭
dude this is what happens when you have shity internet Dx i know there was a option to edit but before i realize that i deleted the post 🔫 idc anymore i'm gonna write it again
how tf does this app work i'm sorry mutual who reposted my draftJDKS
ANYWAYS MY NITARA DELULU HC LETS GO
tw: death of a character, mentions of vomit
• Remember Kahil? You know the vampire who once was user of the datusha/kriss and bc of it's power he kill most of the Vaeternus, moments later he commits suicide trapping the sword with him?
Well lets put more emotional damage and say this was a relative to Nitara, maybe a brother why not
(i rewatched the Nitara intros and her mother also died damn, that's rough buddy)
they had a really strong bond, so Nitara was broken and devastated by his brother's tragic end, and after a long time of grief, this "revelation" as she would say, came to mind. From this time she tries so hard to save her so no Vaeternus could face the fate of death
And you know, "trying" is a strong word, the coven at this point are kinda tired of her all the time visiting them and bringing her failed ideas
The coven are like: "yeah yeah you know why don't you go and try to take over outworld or something" as a joke just to get rid of her.
And she did go to Outworld so..
• Now, her voice... It's not the best, it's so monotone and she doesnt realize it
But now i can't stop thinking about her with a valley girl accent, the way she would say the word "like" repetitively in one sentence is insane
There were times when Havik just rip of his own ears to not hear her, she talks a lot
She likes to do monologues, i feel like it's normal for Vaeternus to have this... Theatrical way of speaking, that goes on and on
Nitara does not know how to lie, if you dig enough she would accidentally say the truth or let out her plans without knowing
• At first the interactions Nitara has with Rain were harsh but later he starts to understand the big problem that the Vaeternus were living in, so maybe these two will be allies in the future??? Please??
Tho at this point she is trying to persue ppl to help her cause, whether it's from the good guys or the bad guys, and not even god itself wants to make a solution to help the Vaeternus yeah she's fucked
With the fictional dead family i create around her it makes a little bit of sense when she's trying to make Smoke a vampire too, Nitara sees herself since the guy also lost his mom and sister
or instead he sees her brother in Smoke, which is kinda creepy and dark but thats how my girl copes <33 /j
• The Vaeternus have a way to go to Earthrealm from centuries ago, this could mean that the vampires have more noledge of human traditions, slangs and even technology than Outworld does
This can also includes Earthrealm pop culture, influencing the way they dress or act, there could be Vaeternus who moved to Earthrealm permanently, hiding in the shadows
Imagine miss girl tries to make chitchat with Havik, Darrius and Sareena making a Earthrealm references and everyone just look at her like "wtf r u talkin about?"
This is chronically online comunicating with normal people
Nitara finds Earthrealm movies about vampires fascinating by the way of how they portrayed her kind, bc sometimes those movies are so wrong and sometimes they are so accurate its scary
She finds the "familiar" character to be very useful, she will have it in mind and maybe find one of those to help her look for food and other plans
• There was a time when the vaeternus didnt need blood to maintain their survival (idk if it was on Liu Kang or Geras intros) and there was were other things they could have feed on, but little by little vampirism began to be part of their nature that it was impossible to change their ways, condemning their own species.
Trying to get back to a normal diet probably would take another millenia
And if they eat or drink something no blood related i imagine them vomiting A LOT and with a horrible stomach pain, not the best moment for a vampire
• Her eyes glow in the dark
Once Nitara tried to sleep upside down bc she saw it in one of those movies, and she find it so comfortable??? It's kinda embarrasing for her but she keeps sleeping on that position from now on
She's a failure, she's a loser, and i think that's beautiful
Yeah i don't have more to say, also
WWDITS MENTIONED‼️‼️
Yeah that's it bye
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temptation tuesday
tagged by: @buddiearemydads @swiftiediaz
1. pavlov fic: buck wants eddie to give up smoking, eddie wants buck to give up online shopping. they give each other sexual favours as a distraction and end up pavlov’ing each other.
2. chris pov fic: pre-relationship buddie, scenes of chris trying to explain his relationship to buck and getting frustrated because people keep undermining his importance in chris’ life.
3. buck suicidal ideation: you know how when you make enough jokes about killing yourself it can make you suicidal? that.
4. buddie affair au: they’re married, but not to each other and do very bad things. would take place in LA in the early 2010s for some reason.
5. angsty pining eddie: this is just because i can’t stop listening to cool about it by boygenius.
tagging: @rogerzsteven @destielbuddiepipeline @fatedbuddie @diazass @gaydiaz @swiftiebuckleys @usercowboy @buckleysibs @messyhairdiaz
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Lifetime Supply: Chapter 2
Written by: Gainer Stories
Lifetime Supply is a collaborative story penned by Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction.
All that remained of the first box Ryan had received were Tootsie Rolls and a candy both he and Ahmed detested. It had been a month and he had already received two more shipments since the first one. He assumed they were sending them on a biweekly basis and was beginning to get frustrated with the frequency. He almost felt obligated to eat as much as he could so it wouldn’t go to waste before the next box arrived. There was only one problem: Ryan could tell he’d already put on about five pounds.
He was a slender guy and didn’t really mind the weight, but knew that if he kept at this pace he’d be overweight in no time. So, Ryan decided to fill out the survey Adesco had sent and make clear that the frequency of the boxes was too high. The rest of the survey he filled out honestly, noting his favorite snacks, flavors, and types of foods. He dropped the survey in the mailbox and headed for class.
Ryan was a senior in college studying computer science and his coursework had really amped up since last semester. He was constantly slammed and felt like he was either programming or studying the majority of each day. After a full day of classes he was exhausted and starving and decided to have a large pizza delivered to the apartment for himself and Ahmed. He ordered the pie online and made his way home. When he arrived Ahmed was standing shirtless in the kitchen with an annoyed expression on his face.
“Come on man,” Ahmed said. “First the snack boxes and now this? You know I’m starting a new fitness routine.”
Ryan was fully aware of Ahmed’s aspirations to get buff. He’d bought weights and weight gain supplements and talked about his workouts non stop. Ahmed was fairly scrawny and after two months of pumping iron didn’t look much different. Perhaps his muscles were a bit more defined, but he was far from the hunky look he desired.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be bulking and all? I got this for us to share…”
Eventually Ahmed acquiesced and the two split the pizza and watched a horror movie. Midway through the film they paused to use the restroom. Once they were ready to dive back into the movie, Ahmed suggested they smoke some weed. Ryan was surprised by this- to his knowledge Ahmed didn’t use any drugs, nor did Ryan. Reading the befuddled look on Ryan’s face, Ahmed explained that his buddy is a big stoner and gave him a joint for free. Neither of the boys had ever tried marijuana but they decided to take the plunge together.
At first, they were giggly and awkward, eventually directing their attention towards the screen. When one of the characters in the film was pictured eating a bag of chips the roommates became vicariously hungry.
“I have an idea!” exclaimed Ryan and grabbed the Adesco box.
The boys dug right into the snacks, consuming one after another. Their munching became mindless and involuntary. They couldn’t stop eating or tear their eyes away from the screen. Ten hours later they woke up in the same position on the couch, surrounded by snack wrappers.
“Fuck,” Ahmed said and darted up. “I can’t believe we ate so much. I have to get to class.”
Ryan laid silent and motionless on the couch as Ahmed got dressed. Ryan was strangely ravenous though still bloated from the night before. He grabbed a snack cake that lay nearby and popped it in his mouth to quell the hunger pangs. As Ahmed rushed out the door in a flurry he began shouting Ryan’s name and cursing. Confused, Ryan stood up, noticing that his shirt had ridden up on a puffy paunch, and headed to the front door.
Shockingly, another box from Adesco had been delivered, this one significantly larger than the prior deliveries. As he bent over, his jeans strained from the pressure and uncomfortably dug into his waist. Once inside, Ryan took off his jeans and threw them on the ground. That was much better. With a leftover slice of pizza in one hand he cut open the box as his stomach growled.
On one hand, Ryan was now craving the fattening treats, but on the other he knew this was getting excessive. He searched for the notecard with the Adesco phone number. After finding it, he picked out all the snack cakes from the box and spread them on the coffee table. He grabbed the liter of orange soda in the fridge and went to town on one of the least healthy breakfasts he’d ever consumed while dialing his customer service representative, Luke.
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okay i've slept and eaten i'm a person again. thank you obviously to dan howell for an incredible show i am so so proud of you and grateful we could have that one good night together <3 but also thank you to all the wonderful people in this community i got to meet. @danrifics and @ahappyphjl spending the weekend with you was incredible, i love you so much and will cherish every part of this weekend forever. @pseudophan i love you also thanks for getting bonedaddies with us it was nice to have a smoking buddy for once and @energeticwarrior it was so nice to run into you and speak however briefly. @gardener-dyke we aren't mutuals but it was nice to meet you too thank you for supporting my kidnapping of dil. and everyone i spoke to who's online presences i don't know it was also great to meet you. i'm really anxious around people and i don't think i've ever felt more comfortable than in this building full of phannies this community is truly so friendly and kind
#so many mutuals who went on sunday who i didn't get to meet bc i had to go home before the show also :( i wish we could have met!#ry.txt
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Barracuda
Johnny/pj (dom) x reader (sub)
Plot: johnny and reader meet eachothers after a pretty shitty breakup…
Warnings: dirty smut, degrading, praising, public sex, sad topics, online bullying, alcohol, talk of death, anger, cursing
Word count: 3.5K
It had been a long, lonely six months since you and johnny broke up. You got invited out to a club by bam who you still kept in contact with after separating from the rest of the jackass boys, he insisted you came since he missed drinking with you and he would "help you find a new 'fuck bunny' " as he put it. It was no secret you where nervous to see johnny again, but that was to be expected. Johnny was the best lover you ever had and you hadnt seen him since week you broke up to give his old shirts back.
You wore a short dark purple dress with fish net tights and black heels, you wanted to blend in with bam as much as possible. *RING RING* you jumped causing you to tug on your earring that you where halfway through putting in your ear, the pain stinging as you flipped your phone open and balanced it between your head and shoulder "hey bam bam" "hey fuck face ill be out front in ten" "perf, thanks" you took five glasses of strong moon juice before leaving to get you more in the mood
The rasp of an engine screamed from outside your small house and you knew it was bam without looking. Quickly you pushed your feet into your black heels and shoved on a plain leather jacket, carefully trotting out to his purple lambo that reflected off the sun that set making the sky a peaceful orange colour "hey bammy" "stop with the stupid ass nicknames, turd" "only when you do" he went silent before giggling alittle "just get your fuckin seat belt on" "yes sir"
Arriving, bam took your hand leading you in, as planned your outfits matched with colour "hey y/n! I didnt know you where coming!" Chris spoke, smoking at the entrance "heya chris, its been awhile" "for sure, see ya inside buddy" bam nods a hello to him and you both walk in, the bar was decently busy. You where led to where ryan sat, beer in hand "hey ry" "hello m'lady" he smiled warmly up at you, you had seen ryan on the occasion since he was always hanging out with bam. The cheap couch you three sat on was starting to hurt your arse so you decided to have a walk around to see if you could find anymore of the men who you hadnt saw in too long.
You reached the bar and made the mistake of resting your bare arms on the sticky counter, regretting taking off your jacket and leaving it with bam. "Hi, two cans of ciders please" you say to the bartender, sliding him five dollars. He continued to serve the people who had ordered before you giving you time to look around. Your eyes scanned the crowd of badly dressed 20yr olds untill they focused on a tall man who stood staring at you while a woman tried to dance with him "shit..." you muttered, turning back round. Johnny was the last person you wanted to see right now and oh god did he look hot, a tight white tee-shirt that showed off every inch of his toned chest and blue pants that you wish you where on your knees zipping the fly down on, but his ego and your dignity were the only thing stopping you "hi doll face" you heard from behind you only minutes later, deep raspy southern accent... wonder who that is "hey johnny" turning round and seeing the smug look on his face would make you rage so you decided just to keep facing the bar, composing yourself was the smartest decision you could make right now "who ya here with?" Go away. "Just bam" "you two are getting real close" the bar tender handed you your change and your two ciders, finally releasing you from him "whats it to you?" You asked rhetorically, walking back to bam and ryan.
You didnt want to tell them the previous events, scared of ruining their night or their mood "you didnt get any for me?" Bam asked, a dirty look on his face "no?" You laughed almost as if he was stupid for even asking, which he was. You couldnt help but look around to look for johnny whenever you where away in thought, the effect he has always had on you was strong and you felt like a highschool girl looking for her crush in the hall way. "Hey bam, ryan" a voice spoke infront of you, johnny. Atleast it saves you accidentally pulling a neck muscle looking around for him "hey ass face, sit down!" Bam was doing this purely to annoy you, moving towards ryan so that johnny was forced to sit next to you. He didnt bother talking to you, laughing and talking with bam and ryan while you sat awkwardly, drinking the last of your cider. God you couldnt help but look at his chests, soon he will be needing a bra more than you will. Its kinda hot though "sweetheart, stop staring your getting drool allover yourself" your head snapped up and he sat smiling at you that god damn smile that made you wanna slap it off him "i was daydreaming, and dont call me that" "youve never been good at excuses" you just shrugged and went back to your cider to hint that you really werent interested in talking to him "so whats been going on with you?" Johnny asked, the smile away but surprisingly not due to your back hand "nothing much, its only been six months. You?" You already knew his life was so much more interesting "well... nothin" oh? "What? Youve not been doing anything? I mean cmon your johnny knoxville your never not doing anything" he just shrugged and furrowed his brows in a guilty way "its hard when ive not got my partner in crime around" the last thing you needed was sappyness from him, you werent over him at all and spent every night crying into that one teeshirt you left behind "jeff i ment, hes been on holiday" "what a fucking gentleman" he laughed that laugh he usually done and nudged you slightly "cmon, cheer up im only jokin!"
Why is he so calm and so happy? Is he not hurt? Did you not mean a single thing to him? Its only been six fucking months and hes as happy as youve ever saw him yet your so down. He caught on to this pretty fast.
"Johnny, how do you do that?" You knew it might start shit but why shouldnt you know "do what?" Sigh "your so cheerful so fast" "reword that doll i dont understand" you turned your head away in embarrassment "just askin if you want a drink?" You gaslighted him to make him think he miss heard you, he raised his brow knowing full well that you where lying "yeah sure, lets go" you had expected him to decline like he always did (because he hated the thought of you slaving around for him) and escape to the dance floor. You sat on a bar stool, him sitting on the one next to it " two ciders and two beers" you say sliding the bartender a ten "love life?" Johnny asks suddenly, catching you off gaurd "huh? What? No!" A laugh escaped both your lips "no love life" you added for good measure "you?" He just shrugs "hardly" johnny clears his throat and looks around alwardly "so how have you really been" "yeah really good!" LIE "the quite life is definitely for me" L I E "Oh really? I thought that was just an excuse to get away from me"
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You sat at home after coming home early from some stupid skit that would definitely leave johnny dead if it was preformed wrong, you stormed from the set and drove home. He doesnt consider your feelings and what your life would be like if he died from some stupid stunt.
You went home and opened your computer when a news tab popped up "johnny knoxville seen in public HOLDING HIS GIRLFRIENDS HAND" what?reluctantly you opened it. It was just a picture of you two walking holding hands literally nothing out of the ordinary. You jumped to the comments to see if they would agree that thats literally nothing. Nope.
"Stupid skank!" "Shes too ugly for him!" "Im his perfect girl" "hes too hot, someone break them up"
News report after news report the comments where the same and looking at them was self destruction. Johnny had argued with you multiple times for seeing them or for leaving his work early because you where scared if he died. Recently he had been pent up due to work and had accidentally been taking it out on you.
"Im leaving i cant do this" you whispered to yourself, walking up to your shared room. You got the huge suitcase that u had bough for your holiday in spain only a few months before hand. Once that was full you packed your bags up with everything that couldnt fit. One by one you brought the bags to the door, ready to lift them into your car *CLICK*
The front door opened and johnny stood staring at you with an expression either of fear, worry or confusion"oh your home early" he just nodded, staring at your bags "yeah i decided not to do it, you going on holiday?" You stopped for a moment to decide if you really wanted to do this but it had been on your mind for awhile, if you didnt do it now you would be happy "no pj, im leaving" suddenly he turned his back and locked the door "no your fucking not" "pj please..." he held his back against the door, a horrified look on his face and tears welling in his eyes "baby i cant let you go" "but its for the best" you wiped the tears that ran down your cheeks "your not thinking straight, you need to stop" he pointed an accusing finger at you"i am, please move stop making this more difficult" you walked towards the door and tried to pull him away from it "why are you wanting to leave me, i love you" his voice had gone dark and croaky and he didnt bother wiping the tears that ran down his cheeks away "this is too much for me, you hurt yourself without thinking of the after effects. I wouldnt be able to live if you got seriously hurt. Youve been seriously nagging me for ages i feel like your my parent! The things people say online about me are getting worse, i need a quite life away from..." you trailed off "me?"johnny asked, you just nodded, he grabbed you into a hug "no no no dont leave me i can tell them to stop, ill be better for you" "let me go" you pleaded, the tears streaming onto his shirt now. As if a switch went off he let go and stormed into the living room "fuck!" You could hear him shout, you took your chance and unlocked the door, pushing all your bags to your car "what the fuck!" You could still hear him screaming, trying to make sense of it all. Once your car was full you looked back to the front door that still lay open, no sight of johnny waiting to wave you goodbye. You left to go back to your own small apartment , seeing him appear at his door watching your car leave.
A week later you built up your courage to give johnny back a few shirts he had left at yours or just gave to you. You arrived at his front door and knocked it loud so that he couldnt use 'i didnt hear you' as an excuse. *CLICK* johnny answered the door, he hadnt shaved or been to sleep in ages it looked like, his hair all scruffy and house dark and stinky "what?" His voice croaked "just giving you back your stuff" he took the shirts from your hands and put them on the table in the house giving you a chance to glance around and the un cared for home "that all?" "Yeah i uh-" "bye" he grumbles over you, slamming the door in your face.
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The bar tender slides you both your cans and the change, johnny cracks open a can and brings it to his lips "how are you doing?" You ask him "surviving" he gave a loose smile "definitely better than i was, that wasnt my proudest moment" he giggled drinking a little bit more of his drink "im sorry for leaving" the topic had gone sad and dense and you could feel the alcohol making a sour turn in your mood "do you regret it?" You took a quick swig of your cider and tapped your fingers off the can anxiously "you know... yeah i guess, but the comments about me where too much i dont think i could put myself through that again" he shakes his head "forget about all that shit, what about me? Do you regret leaving me?" He desperately searched your eyes, the same look that he showed when he saw u with the suitcases. Tears in both of your eyes now, the silence dragged out too long.
His mouth opened to say something but you quickly stopped him by crashing your lips off his, he brought his left hand up to cradle your face, running circles on your cheek with his thumb as he usually did. Very quickly his tongue slid into your mouth, the bitter taste of whiskey and vodka from his and the strong moon juice and cider from yours dancing between your mouths. He pulled away, his eyes dark with lust that you have never seen before "i need you darlin, like real bad" suddenly his voice was deep and southern, the exact way that turned you on "ill call a cab" once again he shook his head "no i cant wait that long". With a tight grip of your hand johnny was dragging you from the bar to the single mens bathroom, bathroom sex sounded fun but you groaned knowing that mens bathrooms were already filthy enough.
As soon as the door slammed shut johnny was cornering you to the door kissing your neck greedily making you moan and hold the back of his head, encouraging him to continue. "Take your clothes off honey" he spoke with a rasp, moving himself away to remove his own clothes. Once you had finished you made your way to him, kissing his neck back while he took off his boxers revealing his dick that was already leaking and red "bend over the sink for me like a good girl" you obliged, resting your arms on the sink that was decaying at the corners, infront of you stood a mirror that had a crack near the top and was stained slightly. Through it you could see johnny walking up behind you, eyes filled with dangerous amounts of lust as he crouched under you.
An evil giggle sounded from under you, johnny gripped the back of your thighs tight while he slowly dragged the tip of his tongue through your folds making you gasp and buckle your knees. "Oh fuck" you whispered through your hand that covered your mouth. Slowly he started licking your clit to tease you, with every painfully slow lick your eyes would clench and moans fell out your mouth "johnny please... go faster" you forced out "pardon doll?" He knew fine well but used it as an excuse just to stop and made you huff "go faster" you desperately pleaded "faster?" "Please..." before you could finish speaking johnny shoved two fingers inside your dripping head and flicked his tongue over your clit repetitively making you quite literally scream in pleasure, gripping onto the sink for dear life.
“Johnny.. slow down” you gasped, struggling to even stand as he continued to plow his fingers into you and make out with your clit “dont act like you dont want this doll” he spoke from under you, he wasnt wrong. You wouldve been angry as shit if he stopped. Loud moans continued to bark out your mouth, your forehead started to hurt from resting it against the mirror.
Only a minute later he had you weaker, melting against the sink while your legs helplessly shook. Curses spilled out your mouth “fuck… fuck johnny im going to cum” “cmon darlin, cum around my fingers” with that ur moans where out of controll, he had suck a way with words. “Fuck im-“ your moan was cut off by confusion as he pulled out “johnny what the fuck?” He got up and put his hands on the sink infront of you, looking at you through the mirror with a evil smile “god you look so hot when your mad sweetheart” his hand slithered to your neck where he held it up, not hard but hard enough. With a quick movement he shoved his cock into you, making your eyes roll back and a guttural moan scream from you “you want everyone to hear you? Hear you like the little slut you are?” He mocked, continuing to slam his hips upward. You forgot that the bar wasn’t extremely busy and if anyone went near the bathroom door they would hear you without a doubt “hm? Is that a yes? You like them hearing me stuffing you with my fat cock?” You nodded feverishly earning a loud grunt from him “good girl”
Soon his strong thrusts became shakey, your mind somehow managing to catch on to the song in the back round, barracuda by heart the song that played when you and johnny first had sex. His grip in your hair tightened almost scalping you as his moans became louder, you looked at him through the mirror the realisation finally setting in. This is the last time, isnt it? You shed tears as you came around him without warning due to your moans becoming silent from the distracting thought “fuck sweetie, you feel amazing… where should i-“ “inside pj” he grabbed you into a hug as he continued to fuck you from behind, a clear reaction to the nickname that u hadnt called him in ages “fuck… oh shit” his grip tightened around your torso as you felt his warm cum filling you up.
He stayed like that for a few, hot breath making itself comfortable in the crease of your neck. You still silently cried without him noticing. “Fuck that was great” he finally spoke, pulling out and instantly cleaning you both up with the rough toilet paper that sat ontop of the toilet. “Yeah” you said blandly, pulling your clothes back on “doll? Look at me.” Reluctantly you faced him, red puffy eyes giving away that you were crying “ah shit, did i hurt you?” You just shook your head, biting your cheeks to keep in the agonising cries that you let out everyday “speak to me” johnny pulled on his boxers and sat on the toilet lid, you standing like a lost child at the door trying so hard not to cry. Instead of just standing there you walked over to him and sat on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I cant live without you” you felt pathetic, so utterly pathetic. Sitting in the lap of the man thats heart you broke, crying into his shoulder. A small sniffle sounded behind your ear and you felt his big arms wrap around you “you mean it?” “Pj, breaking up was the worse decision of my life. I beat myself up for it everyday” he just grasped you into a tighter hug, properly crying now breaking your heart by the second, you broke such a strong man. “Cmon honey, lets go back to my place yeah?” He sniffed “yeah lets go”
Once you both decided it was okay you left, a couple of people drawing you dirty looks “y/n!” Bam shouted from behind the both of you, you turned round to see him standing with a random guy “thus is ted hes your fuck bunny for tonight” thats when johnny turned round and bam finally realised what was going on “what the fuck!” He shouted as you and johnny ran to the door, calling a cab giggling like children.
The house was no different than you had left it apart from the pictures of you where not up on the walls anymore. You made your way to his bedroom and he offered you one of his teeshirts to wear to sleep. Spooning him was like finally taking a drug that you decided to stop for some reason, his scent invading you but you couldnt care less
“Night doll” he spoke softly in your ear with a sleepy raspy voice “night darling” you replied, earning a huge grin from him that you could feel forming at your neck….
#jackass#wildboyz#viva la bam#fanfic#mtv jackass#johnny knoxville#dickhouse#spotify#someone help#phillip clapp#wattpad
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Random ash ketchum hcs
Ash is a legal adult in Kanto
Ash and Gary are drinking buddies. Whenever Gary takes a break from his work to come visit Ash, they find a nice scenic location and let the alcohol flow. Gary always brings the good kantonese/kantonian(?) stuff while Ash introduces the specialty of whatever region they’re currently in
He doesn’t smoke often but after a particularly disappointing or challenging battle he lights up a cigarette or two when he’s alone. It helps him remain level headed and to think things through so that he can better analyse whatever mistake he made.
That was what he was planning to do after losing to wulfric but he later realised he left his pack at home. That was kinda the last straw for him. Nothing seemed to be going right and he went into quite a deep funk. He wasn’t able to figure out what went wrong and it was all so frustrating.
Serena snapped him out of it though. Sure the snowball wasn’t the best way to get out of it and yes he was allowed to be mad or unhappy sometimes but he also wasn’t the type of person who liked to wallow in his own misery. He always came back from his spirals.
Ash is extremely loaded. He gets a monthly salary(quite a sizable amount) as he is the acting champ. of the orange archipelago. He’s entered into a lot of leagues and decently placed in a lot of them so there’s that prize money as well. Completing the battle frontier and other miscellaneous tournaments & competitions here and there also gave quite handsome rewards.
The other champions also insist on giving him money every month because he is way too involved in world ending shit for his age.
So he never really worries about money. He sends cheques with too many zeroes to count to his mom and buys random trinkets for his friends whenever he feels like it. He makes sure everyone around him is comfortable including all of his pokemon.
There’s no way that he doesn’t video call his pokemon regularly. At least 2 times a week he makes sure to check in with all of them and spend online time with each of them individually. They’re always eager to show him whatever he learnt and listen to him talk about what he’s been upto recently.
Right before leagues, Ash has a habit of kicking back and relaxing. But before that he puts everything he has into bonding with his team and making sure they can understand each other very well. The relaxation helps his brain function properly and comes up with those standard ash ideasTM.
He lets whoever wants to rest with him stay and sends the others back to the ranch so his other pokemon can train them and teach them to hold back.
He gives each league his all but he doesn’t actually let his pokemon battle to their full capacity (especially pikachu). The only time he ever did was against Tobias, however even that wasn’t enough to defeat multiple legendaries. He likes travelling and learning new things. Winning is always fun but he knows that losing is better at certain times.
That’s why he can defeat legendaries one moment and lose to a rookie the next.
Another reason why he does that is although he’s been on a journey for quite a long time and is knowledgeable about quite a lot, his pokemon haven’t.
Sure he teaches them whatever he can but there are certain lessons that you can only learn first hand. To Ash, helping his pokemon truly learn these lessons and become great battlers is better than winning anyday.
And of course, he gave his all against Leon. (However, he only used the same amount of supercharged moves that Leon did. Otherwise, the whole thing was at quite a disadvantage considering Ash is super strong when he needs to be and although Leon is undefeated he’s never been up against an extremely determined Ash)
He’s really good at grooming his pokemon and helping them feel relaxed and comfortable. He also absolutely adores baby pokemon and is quite overprotective over the babies of his team.
He stays in regular contact with all of his friends and has group chats with all of them on the basis of regions, aspirations and one with all of them in it.
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This is the Buddy for January 16th.
I mentioned Jim Steranko yesterday, who tragically turned into a a right wing extremist on Twitter in old age. And on June 15th, I talked about Neal Adams, another comics artist who also became known as quite a nutjob, although under an entirely different context - and going off in an entirely different direction.
It's sad, but it's part of life - in fact, it's expected since political movements nowadays are kind of designed to brainwash people and get them hooked on hatred. Seeing someone fall down the rabbit hole of extremism, especially online, is seeing them be both a victim and a weapon of this system. And even if I don't want to let creatives like Steranko and Adams off the hook, it's still a pity.
The same thing happened to J. K. Rowling. I was a huge Harry Potter fan when the books were coming out - at least for the first half of the story, the later books and the ending were kind of disappointing - and it's depressing to see what she's metamorphosed into. Even before the internet, something similar happened to Al Capp, in the 1970ies.
In J. K. Rowling's case, a lot of former fans talked about how important it was to separate the art from the artist, and how they still enjoyed the Harry Potter books despite their minor flaws, and the author's major flaws. Although the issue wasn't politics but ego and talent, Star Wars fans felt the same way about George Lucas. Looking back at the Potter books, I can't help but think "that's it? That's the wonderful piece of literature people felt was so important they were heartbroken when the author turned out to be a raving loonie?"
But still, I have fond memories of the book. And of Neal Adams, or Star Wars, John Cleese, Roald Dahl, Marlon Brando, Graham Linehan... I see them more as victims of the culture war than anything else. Tough times.
This has nothing to do with today's Buddy, though... other than the fact I used the same Inkscape technique I used on June 15th (the Adams birthday one) to make the smoke coming out of his cigarette. I like the all-red coloring. Back in the Silver Age of comics, it was common to see background characters or figures in abstract images being covered in a single color (usually magenta because they used the CMYK model, and cyan was reserved for the background) but we never see it anymore, nowadays. People think it's lazy.
#ab4es#drawing#comics#inkscape#vector#Jim Steranko#Neal Adams#J. K. Rowling#Star Wars#Harry Potter#George Lucas#Roald Dahl#Marlon Brando#Graham Linehan#John Cleese#internet#Al Capp
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nb tto go anon but like
THAT POLYHORNETS HATESEX THING???? THIS IS TAKING ME OUT RNN GODAMN
BUT I ORIGINALLY CAME HERE TO ASK UR OPINION ON BRILEX....
LOL glad you enjoyed it !! Loveee polyhornets
And LOVEEE LOVE LOVE brilex too omg. We all know timlex is my main, but brilex is probably my second favorite after that. I love them so much. I absolutely think they could’ve “experimented” in college, and i think while we see them both as kinda socially awkward in person, i think they would talk a lot online as well and develop a very play flirty dynamic like that. Absolutely drinking buddies, and probably smoking buddies too, though i think jay and tim also have some stoner in them and it would be more of a group thing.
I also think theyre very evenly matched in terms of who takes charge, so they both have moments where one is kinda being more dominant and the other is more flustered. I think Brian probably consciously crushed on Alex first but then Alex would have realized that his fascination with Brian was a little more homoerotic than he thought, and likely had a thing for him for a lot longer.
And during marble hornets? Ohhh boy. The stalking. The chasing. The kidnapping photo shoot???? Theyre insane i love them
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trying to stay motivated (guide? I guess?)
tw// pr04n4
rules: rules I live by to keep myself on track <3
-never eat anything before 7 am or after 7 pm.
-NEVER more than 500 calories per day, even if you burned off some extra cals, it’s better safe than sorry. (I’m currently doing the “my melody” diet)
-only eat until you are no longer starving. Not until you are satisfied or full.
-only eat around others. don’t eat by yourself and if you do, take a photo of it, track the cals, and watch yourself eat it in the mirror naked or in your underwear.
-if you weigh more than yesterday, fast. if you are the same, fast. if you dropped, restrict as usual, stay within your cal LIMIT. It’s a LIMIT not a GOAL. <3
-if you feel like binging or giving up, shop online for clothes you’ll wear when you hit your ugw, give yourself one non-food-related reward for each weight loss milestone you complete, look at thiñsp0 or look at gross food images.
excuses to not eat:
“I’m on my period and my stomach is killing me.”
“I had a huge breakfast this morning.”
“I’m not really that hungry yet.”
“Well I was gonna eat [whatever] in a little bit so I’d rather do that.” (And then don’t eat that obviously)
Go to the bathroom and come back and say you threw up or you’re not feeling well enough to eat.
what to do instead of eat:
-take a cold shower (burns cals I think?) or a long bath
-sleep, sleep, sleep!!!
-play video games
-go to a library or another public place that doesn’t allow food, so you won’t be tempted
-shop for ugw clothes :)
-swim! Fun and burns tons of cals.
-go for a walk
-write down/plan out your goals, doesn’t have to be weight loss related
-talk to me🫶 would love an 4n4 buddy😭🙏
how to stave off hunger:
-OMAD a protein bar at work to keep yourself from passing out or puking during your shift
-drink water (ugh, I know)
-smoke a cig or vape (if you like to— I personally don’t like it much and do it sparingly)
-black coffee>>> doesn’t taste great but DAMN does it suppress appetite
[some stuff that motivates me/I use to trigger myself:]
#i wanna be weightless#weight loss#tw ana diary#tw ana shit#mealspø#skiny legs#bulimima#tw ana fast#tw disordered eating#tw ed diet
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