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Some Twinks Like Twinkies: Chapter 3

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“Don’t forget: Happy Hour @ The General’s after work today” read the chain email. 

Dylan was reluctant to go out with his coworkers but Jared insisted it would be a good time. He had no choice but to follow suit and rationalized that at the very least some beer and happy hour food would do his belly good. Ever since moving in with Jared gaining weight dominated his entire thought process. He felt fatter ever week which kept his libido livelier than when he was a horny eighteen year old. 

It was almost five o’clock and Dylan had finished his work for the day. There was nothing left for him to do at the office, but he lingered around to meet everyone for happy hour. With nothing to focus on, his mind drifted to food and he decided to go to the kitchen to see if any snacks were available. When he walked in, Jared was already seated at the break table chomping down on a wide slice of cherry pie. Dylan felt a hunger pang. 

“Great guts think alike,” said Jared with a wink. “Come grab a slice cutie.”

Dylan plopped his ass down and cut a slice of pie that rivaled Jared’s in size. He shoveled it down in a few bites and then licked the every inch of the remaining syrupy goo off the plate. 

“Fuck, I’m getting a boner watching that appetite of yours,” Jared whispered. “Can’t wait to fill you up with beer and pizza before I get you in my bed tonight.”

Cathy, a coworker, barged in and exclaimed: “There you boys are! It’s happy hour time! Hope there’s some room left in those bellies.”

Six people, including Dylan and Jared, made it to the bar. They sat around a circular table on tall stools that were uncomfortable for everyone, but Jared was particularly struggling. His ass noticeably poured over the sides of the stool leaving him feeling like a boulder balanced on a small stick. These seats were not designed for fat men. Dylan, unable to resist Jared’s juicy bottom, covertly fondled a handful of ass fat. Dylan ordered an IPA and some chili cheese fries and Jared followed suit. 

“You boys are wasting no time!” Exclaimed Rick, one of their beer bellied coworkers. 

“You gotta have a base to soak up the alcohol, right?” Dylan laughed. 

“That sorta mentality and you’ll be joining Jared and I in the spare tire club in no time,” Rick responded. 

“I think he’s well on his way,” Jared smirked and gave Dylan a pat on the stomach. 

Dylan blushed and tried to conceal the fact that his cock was growing stiffer by the second. 

“These office jobs will do it to yah,” Rick said and gave his gut a solid slap creating a riptide effect underneath his shirt. “I was a size 30 waist when I started here, if you can believe that. Needless to say,” he placed both hands on his ball belly and gave it a jiggle, “that wardrobe is a thing of the past. Jared, if I’m not mistaking you were a fit guy too when you started." 

“Whoa there!” Exclaimed Cathy. “Hope my body isn’t next up for discussion.” 

“I’m just saying, the man clearly likes to eat,” said Rick. 

"I can’t argue with that one!” Said Jared. “Now, I wouldn’t say I was fit… but yeah, sitting on my ass all day has definitely led to… well, a bigger ass to say the least!" 

"You know, I’ve been eating salads religiously since I started here,” chimed in Monique, a slim woman and the youngest in the group. “I’m trying to steer clear of exactly what y'all are describing." 

"Smart,” said Cathy before changing the subject. “So tell me, what area of town is everybody is in?" 

They went around the table and everyone stated their neighborhood. After Jared said where he lived, Dylan awkwardly muttered: "Yeah, same as him… we, uh live together." 

"No way!” Exclaimed Monique. 

“So THAT explains Dylan’s growing appetite. Your roomie’s eating habits rubbing off, huh?” Said Rick. 

Dylan gave an uncomfortable laugh and adjusted his boner, “Uh, what can I say? The man likes to eat and so do I." 

“Rick here seems real obsessed with everyone’s weight,” laughed Monique. 

“Well I am the fattest in the office. But if these two keep it up they may be givin’ me a run for my money.” 

Jared and Dylan polished off their beer and fries and headed to the restroom. They made out and played with each other’s cocks before pissing. All this talk about their weight was leaving them both flustered and ready to fuck. 

“Looks like we can’t hide these fat rolls anymore,” Jared said while squeezing the roll above Dylan’s lovehandle. 

“Fuck, I just wanna go home and lick all the sweat from between your folds,” replied Dylan. “All this talk about how fat were getting makes my cock wanna explode.” 

“I have an idea, c’mon.” 

The two returned to the table and Jared said: "Unfortunately, I forgot that I have a fundraising event in the morning and need to call it an early night. And, unfortunately, Dylan here is my ride home. So we gotta bail." 

After a few attempts to get the men to stay for one more beer, everyone said their goodbyes. The two chubs scurried to the sidewalk as fast as they could to make out and grope each other’s plumped up bodies while waiting for the uber. It was a short drive home, but the couple realized they desperately needed food. The pie and chili cheese fries were hardly satiating and it was decided Taco Bell was a necessity. Their uber driver begrudgingly pulled into the drive thru so the men could order around $40 worth of greasy fast food. The gluttons were shameless when it came to the verocity with which they ate, inhaling tacos in two bites and sucking the grease off each other’s greedy fingers. The Taco Bell was only 7 minutes from their house, but by the time they arrived all of the food was packed away in swollen stomachs that were being affectionately massaged. Jared let out a belch that vibrated the car seats just before they exited, causing the driver to flash them a judgmental glare. They stumbled to the front door, licking lips, and sloppily groping each other’s engorged stomachs and cocks. 

Dylan laughed as he unlocked the door: "We’re definitely getting a bad review from that guy!" 

Dylan stepped inside and stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a pyramid composed of an inordinate amount of individually wrapped twinkies. 

"What’s this?” He queried. 

“Well,” Jared began, “since you’re only two pounds away from officially being the proud owner of an overweight BMI, I thought we should celebrate to push you over that edge. And what better way to celebrate a cute little twink turning into a fat boy than with a mountain of Twinkies?" 

"Fuck,” Dylan muttered, “but… I’m so full of Taco Bell." 

"I’m not gonna allow that cock to cream until you’re full of cream, my puffy little twink. So chow down!" 

Dylan stared motionless at the monument of fatty treats. On one hand he felt like his cock was going to explode through his pants, but he was also very full. Still, Jared being so assertive left him positively wet and he wanted nothing more than to see the scale jump two more pounds. But did he have space in his stomach for all these treats? 

"Go,” demanded Jared. “Do what you do best chubs." 

Dylan pulled a bar stool up to the counter, undid the button on his jeans, and unwrapped his first Twinkie. He downed it in two bites. Jared had the next one unwrapped and waiting. Dylan swallowed it down and quickened his pace. He realized the faster he ate, the less full he’d feel, and the more he could get down. He repeated this process for fifteen minutes and destroyed about half of the pyramid of sugar and cream. 

"I think I’m too full,” Dylan mumbled through heavy breaths. 

“You’re half way there big boy. Think how soft and pillowy these cakes will make your cakes." 

"I don’t know about this,” Dylan said and wiped sweat from his brow. 

“Let’s get you to the couch tubs,” Jared suggested. “If you lie down and stretch out your stomach, you’ll feel better and make room for more." 

Dylan followed the advice. Jared helped the bloated boy remove his pants and shirt entirely, and massaged his belly a bit. 

"I’ll feed the rest to you, I want all your energy focused on filling that gut." 

Jared held Twinkie after Twinkie to Dylan’s puffy lips. The young gainer’s abdomen looked bloated to max capacity. Jared continued to gently massage it and give words of encouragement. As they neared the end of the pile, Dylan was taking a whole Twinkie in each go and belting out moans of discomfort and arousal in between each one. His cock was pressing into his bloated underbelly, pulsating, pink, and dripping puddles of precum. 

"I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do anymore." 

"There’s only ten more my prized piggy. Then you get to shoot that load." 

 It took about seven minutes for Dylan to swallow the rest of the sugary treats. Jared wasted no time after Dylan had swallowed the last one to hoist himself onto the former twink’s lap. As he slowly slid Dylan’s cock inside of him the Twinkie-filled twink began moaning in ecstasy. In a matter of seconds Jared could feel cum exploding inside his ass. Dylan fell asleep almost instantly. He let the piglet sleep on the couch for the night and headed to bed. 

Jared awoke the next morning with a raging hard on, eagerly anticipating plopping his pig on the scale. He walked downstairs to an empty couch surrounded by Twinkie wrappers. 

"Dylan?" 

He looked in the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, even the closet. The fattened twink was nowhere to be found.

Weight Loss, Update, and Measurements!

Hey peoples! Wickedly Healthy here, coming at you for an update on my weight loss journey. Hope you’re all having a great Sunday! Hope all is good in your world and that you’re taking it easy. My Sunday is going to be very lazy aside from going to the gym later on today. It’s most likely going to be a repeat of my yesterday. I’ll be sitting on my butt playing video games for most of the night. (Yes, I’m that kind of girl. Lazy as f-) 

I lost two pounds from last weigh in so now I am at 244! My original goal was to be at 242 around this time, but since it’s only a two pound difference I’m not letting it bother me. I know there were days where I could have worked harder and I could have eaten better, but I also gotta live life, plus I was sick for a good week. (excuses, excuses) 

I took my measurements today…. Here are my measurements from the beginning till now. 

From starting Date, Jan 15th., Feb 18th., to Today March 19th.

Measurements in inches

Jan 15th

  • Waist- 47″
  • L Thigh- 29″
  • R Thigh- 28″
  • Bust- 48″
  • Hips- 49″
  • Butt- 49″
  • R Arm- 14 1/2″
  • L Arm- 16″

Feb 18th

  • Waist- 42.5″           (-4 1/2″)
  • L Thigh- 28″           (-1″)
  • R Thigh- 28″          (-0″)
  • Bust- 45″                (-3″)
  • Hips- 47″                (-2″)
  • Butt- 47.5″             (-1 1/2″)
  • R Arm- 14.25″       (-1/4″)
  • L Arm- 14.75″       (-1 1/4″)

March 19th

  • Waist- 41.5″             (-1″)
  • L Thigh- 27.5″         (-1/2″)
  • R Thigh- 27.5″        (-1/2″)
  • Bust- 45″                 (-0″)
  • Hips- 46″                 (-1″)
  • Butt- 47″                  (-1/2″)
  • R Arm- 14″              (-1/4″)
  • L Arm- 14.25″         (-1/4″)      = -3 3/4″

Total Inches Lost!

= 17 ¼ inches!!

I am absolutely thrilled to have see these numbers today, I mean 17.25 inches!!?? Lost. That boggles my brain. I know I will be losing a lot more, but I look forward to being astonished each and every time I add it all up. Inches matter. 

Total pounds lost from Jan 15th to now = 14lbs.

Fall and Aladdin

Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1438

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

Part 1, Part 2


When you get back to your hospital room, you and Jason hold each other while you cry.

You listen to Jason’s story, about how he became who he is. You listen to him detail his childhood, and then you listen to how he dies. You cry for him. It touches him, that you’d be willing to cry for him, for his poor tortured and dirty soul. You snap at him to never say those words again. You tell him that he is a good man, and good men don’t stoop to the level of the bad guys. Your request is clear, please don’t kill anyone else.

You don’t ask about the superhero thing often. You treat his wounds, and learn how to stitch him up. But you never ask, because you don’t want to know. In fact, you’ve never set foot in the Batcave. When Bruce’s wife goes down there you stay above level and watch over Faith. The little girl is adorable, and you love holding her and cuddling her, and watching her laugh.

Jason will usually appear by your side in the middle of these sessions and join you. He’ll place kisses on the little girl’s cheeks, or tickle her feet. Sometimes, he’ll appear with a new stuffed animal. In these moments you can’t help but think that Jason will make a wonderful father someday.

Someday, comes a lot sooner than either of you plan. He takes you away on a romantic weekend to one of Bruce’s snow covered cabins. The two of you may get a little bit careless, and well … two months later you’re staring at a little plus sign on a pregnancy test.

You’ve only been together for about a year at this point. The two of you have talked a bit about your future, the possibility of marriage and children, but you’ve always felt that was a ways off. You’re only twenty-four.  

You hide it for a few weeks, not exactly sure how to tell him. Nothing is out of the ordinary for those few weeks; no morning sickness, no bloating, and no mood swings. Then, suddenly, like a light switching on, the morning sickness comes. After four days of waking up to you being sick, Jason is more than a little worried. He eventually, enlists his mother’s help in trying to convince you to go to the doctor.

That’s when you know that jig is up. You assure his mother that everything is fine, before dragging Jason off to your room. It takes you a few minutes to work up the courage to tell him. When you tell him, his face goes a bit slack, and he kind of just sits there.

Eventually, you sit down next to him, and the two of you just sit there for about an hour. His voice is a little shaky as he says, “A baby.” You just nod. “Well, at least we know that it’ll be cute. With us for parents, how could it not be?”

That makes you smile. The two of you spend the next part of the night talking about what you think this child would be like. By the time you’re done, you’re both feeling a bit more relaxed. That night, you fall asleep with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

You set up a doctor’s appointment the next day. A week later the two of you go in and have your first prenatal appointment. You get to listen to the heart beat. It’s loud and strong, and it makes the fact that you’re growing a person, real.

On your way home the two of you stop by a baby store. The two of you go in and wander around. You feel the fabric of the clothes, and you can’t really imagine anything ever truly being that small. Then again, your baby is the size of a lima bean right now.

You’ve lost sight of Jason at this point, but he pops up a moment later. He’s holding a stuffed tiger, it reminds you of the one from that one Disney movie, with the princess. He just smiles and says, “He’ll make the perfect guardian; don’t you think?”

You smile, taking the little plush animal. It was soft, and the perfect companion for a child. An image of a child, toting it around comes to mind, and you can’t help but buy it. You take it home, and place it on your bed. It’s a reminder of the good that is about to come, and how much love this child is going to experience.

You tell his family later that night. There’s hugs all around, and congratulations. The next several months fly by, and Jason begins hanging back from patrols a bit more often. He attends every appointment, and his face lights up every time he sees the baby on the ultrasound.

Everyone is truly excited about the idea of having a baby around, so your heart breaks when at twenty-eight weeks along, you feel a sharp pain at work. Your bump has just become noticeable at this point, and you know something is wrong. Your co-worker immediately calls an ambulance. You’re taken away in the back of an ambulance in a flurry of activity.

You keep asking for Jason, and he shows up right as the doctor tells you that you’ve gone into premature labor, and that the baby is coming. You can’t help but cry, as Jason squeezes your hand and you’re wheeled back into the operating room.

Your child comes into the world at seven months’ gestation. He’s small, and doesn’t cry as doctors rush him away. You can tell from Jason’s eyes that it’s not good. He doesn’t say anything, just grips your hand and kisses your forehead, as they stitch you up.

You’re not allowed to see your baby for twenty-four hours. When you are allowed, you have to be wheeled down because of the C-section. It’s a boy, a little boy. He weighs only two pounds, and he’s on oxygen. He so much smaller than those little baby clothes you saw on that shopping trip all those months ago.

You and Jason are dressed in gowns, and the doctors encourage you to touch him, to talk to him. You have to reach through these holes on the side of this clear plastic box. You stroke his cheek, and you tell him who you are. You tell him that you’re his mommy, and that you love him so much.

Jason is silent for a few minutes, but then he starts talking. He tells your still unnamed child that he’s his daddy. That he loves him, and then he tells him about everything that the three of you are going to do when he’s a bit bigger, and a whole lot stronger. He brings up tee-ball, and theme parks, and paint ball.

It’s somewhat hard to ever imagine, this tiny child in front of you being big enough for any of that, but Jason’s enthusiasm is easy to share, and you can’t help but do so. You stay in there for hours, until the nurse gently tells you that it’s time to go. Before you leave, Jason lays the plush tiger on the top of the box, and tells your son, “This guy is going to watch over you until mom and dad are allowed back in. He’ll keep you safe, buddy.”

Tommy Swallows a Pill

Tommy had a problem. He couldn’t get fat.

Well, fatter.

See, at 285 pounds, Tommy had finally hit his plateau. Sure, he had a jiggly gut with a soft, fat chest to match. His clothes were tight on his plump frame, and his ass was a few pounds away from shredding any pair of pants he dared to wear. His friends would rub his belly for good luck, while his family nagged and lectured him about diabetes, gluttony, heart disease, and anything else that took away from the fun of being fat.

You’d think this would be good enough for Tommy. WRONG! Tommy wanted more. He dreamt of a flabbier, rounder frame. He would lie in bed, stroking his cock at the thought of his body being overtaken by fat, his ass looking like a crater from all the cellulite. He wished with all of his might, when he was covered in cum and panting, that one day, his dream would finally come true.

And that, my chubs and chasers alike, is where I came in. Quick story about myself:

My name is Dr. Wachstum, and at twenty-six I graduated from a medical school in Europe, where I secretly developed drugs for the military. Imagine every lame sci-fi movie about action and suspense, wrapped around a science experiment gone wrong. That experiment would be a serum I developed for the army that would turn the soldiers into super soldiers. Mass amounts of rock hard muscle, undefeatable. Well, I hated the idea of working for them. So, I altered my formula and turned the subjects into vegetables and escaped to Florida, where I found Tommy on Grommr.

This boy, this ball of adorable chub, wished for so long to be bigger, I was beginning to think that he would do anything to achieve it. Even put his faith into a German doctor. So, I did what any self-respecting doctor would do, and decided to meet with my new experiment.

We met at my house, and man, could this boy eat. His shirts, which started out tight to begin with, would look two sizes smaller by the time he crammed all of my cooking into his greedy mouth. He would be hard and swollen, yet still beg for dessert. Even when I emptied a whole can of cool whip into him, he still moaned for more food. This continued a few times in our first month, and he only gained a miserable two pounds.

I began to mix pleasure into the experiments. I would sit on my bed, back against the wall, and had him lean back into me. There, I would lift his shirt up to his chest, and rub his ball of beautiful fat. I would rub and squeeze his belly with one hand, while my other would feed him all the foods he wanted: cupcakes, brownies, McDoubles, chicken nuggets, and even a small cake. I would stuff my boy until he was round and taut. From there, I would kiss his neck, tease his nipples, urging him to eat more, which he always would. The result? Another measly three pounds. This boy just couldn’t gain anything worth gaining.

That’s how we ended up here: me, a doctor at twenty-six, failing to grow my experiment, a boy of 285 pounds.

And the lightbulb above my head flashed on.

I had a failed experiment back in Germany where my subject didn’t gain muscle, but fat. A scrawny lad of 145 pounds ballooned to a mass of 450 pounds. I could easily do this to Tommy, and finally give him what he wants.

On the fateful day at Tommy’s apartment, I presented him with a black pill.

“What’s that? You know I don’t believe in hard drugs.”

“Oh, my dear boy, this is no mere drug,” I said to him smiling. “This will give you everything that you have dreamt about. Trust me.” The pill sat in the palm of my hand, Tommy gazing at it. Without any more coaxing, he grabbed the pill and dry swallowed it with ease.

“Okay, now what?”

Little did Tommy know; the pill took a fast effect.

He stood there, and we both heard the low rumble emitting from flabby middle. He looked down and stared at his belly as the growling became louder. He stumbled back in slight panic and landed fat ass first into a chair.

The growth started off in his tummy. His button-down shirt, which was tight at the start, began to strain with the new weight of his gut. His belly swelled outwards, not like it did when he was stuffed. This was not a hard, stuffed shape that his gut usually presented. This was something different, something flabbier. His fat pushed at his shirt, each now pound fighting against the buttons. Gaps were being created as his gut began to push the fabric apart, straining his poor shirt.

He moaned slightly, feeling uncomfortable as his shirt grew increasingly tighter. At the same time, his meaty chest began to take up space above his belly.

PING

A button snapped and shot right past my ear. Where it used to be was now soft skim=n, begging to be freed.

PING
           PING

More buttons shot every which way. Tommy’s gut was growing faster now, and with a vengeance of its own.

           His fat erupted forth, the shirt was now eviscerated. What remained was big, saggy fat. He looked down in shock, his hands quickly exploring their new domain. His chest surged forward, taking the shape of breasts, as his nipples stayed perky and hard. Tommy giggled.

           “Oh my god, I’m actually fat.”

           Little did he know, it wouldn’t stop yet.

           While his gut and tits had been swelling, his thighs and ass had been growing too. His pajama pants began to fill with fat, and soon stitching was being ripped and his thighs burst from their contents.

           He rubbed his now mammoth gut, jiggling it up and down, unaware that his ass was now spilling over the edges of the chair.

           Tommy looked to me. “Is this real?” He asked.

           Smiling, I nodded. “Very real.”

           I walked over to the new Tommy and helped him stand up, which wasn’t an easy thing. I presented him with a scale, which he eagerly stood on.

           375 pounds.

           381 pounds.

           389 pounds.

           400 pounds and the scale broke beneath Tommy’s girth.

           The fat seemed to pour onto Tommy’s body. His gut, finished growing outward like an inflating ball, began to sag south, taking his once perky breasts with it. His thighs were still expanding with the promise of friction with each step. I looked behind the broad man, seeing his perky and bubbly ass began to go flat, then slowly, crater with cellulite.

           Tommy looked at himself in the mirror. His chubby fingers traced his thick stretchmarks, making his belly look like a fat, saggy pumpkin. One hand shook his belly, while the other groped at his meaty breasts, which made him squeal with delight. He slowly rotated like the planet he was becoming, and gazed longingly at his ass.

           He nearly tackled me as he pressed his naked, flabby body against mine in what became the world’s biggest hug.

           “Thank you so much, Doctor.” He said, crying thick tears.

           “You’re very welcome,” I replied, prying myself out of his delectable fat.

           As I began to leave, he asked very simply, “What do I do now? I never thought passed this point.”

           I opened the door and in ran three chubby chasers, one of them very chubby himself, and they stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of the new Tommy. Once the shock wore off, the three began their own jobs:

           The otter began to rub Tommy’s body, sinking on his knees to fight passed some serious pounds to such Tommy’s cock.

           The skinny chubby chaser began to feed Tommy snacks, making sure no pounds would be lost.

           The hairy cub, watched the scene with a raging boner, eyes falling on the pill bottle I left, with one black pill remaining.

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Winter Weight Gain

I have always been attracted to fat men and had the desire to become one myself. I struggled throughout my college career to put on weight. I would binge for weeks and put on about ten pounds, only to become stressed and overworked resulting in me losing the weight. It was a frustrating cycle. I never had the time to truly transform my body into the jiggly ideal in my head. Once I graduated, I knew it was my time to grow. Before entering a master’s program, I decided I would take a year off to save money and gain weight. Between June and December I made a lot of progress. I gained about thirty pounds in six months, going from six foot and 150 pounds to 180 some odd pounds. It felt great. I wasn’t fat by any means, but I had filled out. I felt more in control of my body and like I had more of a presence when I entered a room. These gains were assisted by a new boyfriend I had met, Liam, on grommr. He was much fatter than me and had a well-developed paunch when we met. The combination of his encouragement and simply being around someone who ate so goddamn much really assisted in my weight gain. 

I flew home to a small town in Southern California for Thanksgiving. It was sad parting ways for a week with the boyfriend, but the prospect of a gluttonous Thanksgiving was enticing. My family was rather traditional when it came to holidays and Thanksgiving was always an expansive, fattening, home cooked affair. I had been practicing bloating for weeks before hand so I could be sure to stuff myself to maximum capacity. In addition, my family had yet to see my thirty pound weight gain. When I arrived, I received several comments about how I’d “filled out.” Most of them were compliments amounting to how I looked more like a man, and much older. When feasting began I shocked everyone with how much food I consumed. I by far was the biggest eater at the table and filled up my plate four times. My stomach was so distended by the end of the day that it almost looked like a deformity. When I returned home, Liam raved that I was noticeably fatter. The scale had only shown a two pound weight gain, but he claimed it felt like more. Still, I was definitely excited and felt like an overweight BMI was just within my reach.

Liam and I both had plans to spend December and January with our respective famillies. We decided to make a rather fattening deal. After two months, when we returned home, we both had to have gained 25 pounds. If one or both of us failed to meet this criteria, the punishment would be 7,000 calories a day for two weeks. 

After two weeks of home cooking and holiday treats, I had already packed on twelve pounds. And it was starting to get noticeable. My belly poked out above my waistline. T-shirts and sweaters clung tightly to my midsection. I was a cliche, my weight quickly rising due to holiday sweets and egg nog. No one made any comments, as I assumed they figured I would lose it all in the spring. What they didn’t know was that my gut would continue to grow and that my newfound potbelly was a source of constant eroticism. My cock grew hard at every meal, and even the slightest jiggle of my belly would leave me dripping precum. By the time Christmas day arrived I was about 15 pounds heavier than when I’d first arrived at home. I was greatly looking forward to Christmas dinner, which was typically a bigger affair than Thanksgiving in my house. My mom made a spread with all of the traditional holiday food, but went especially crazy with the desserts. There were more cakes, pies, cookies, cobblers, and loafs than our family could ever consume in a day. 

After exchanging presents, my body was ready to gorge. I was jittery with excitement at the prospect of stuffing my gut as full as I possibly could with delicious fattening food. Once dinner began, I made no attempt at hiding my gluttony. I inhaled my first plate of food within minutes. I got a couple comments about how hungry I was. I would only smile and agree as I loaded up plate after mountainous plate of food. My belly was swelling under the tight knit sweater I was wearing. After three plates of ham, turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and yams all drowned in gravy I began on the dessert foods. My gut was significantly bloated. My uncle was surprised that I was still “going so strong on the food.” While my mom made a comment that I better “watch my eating” as my “midsection is growing by the day.” A few other family members remarked with supportive jokes about how I was a growing boy and that everyone gets a a little portly over the holidays. My cock was rock hard and mashed against my thigh in my skinny jeans. I eventually had a healthy serving of every dessert at the table and seconds for some. By the time I was finished, my stomach looked abnormally bloated and I was in great pain. Once everyone finished, I retired to my bedroom and immediately took a nap. 

I woke up groggy and with an intense boner. I looked at the clock and it was 1 AM. I’d slept for several hours. I went outside and smoked a bowl then proceeded to watch A Christmas Story. Soon enough, the munchies began to set in, and the massive food baby that was working its way through my system, suddenly seemed to vanish. I was ravenously hungry. I began to storm the leftovers, eating pieces of pie and cake so large that I was shocked at my own gluttony. I was stuffing my face with everything I could get my hands on. I began to get enormously turned on and decided to bring the food to my room so I could eat and jerk off. I covered my bed with plates of delicious sweets and began eating with no hands like the hungry hog I was. Meanwhile, I stroked my cock and massaged my belly fat. I was getting food all over my fattening body, which I would lick and scrape off. I was determined to consume everything that I brought. I tried fucking the cobbler and then eating the filling off my dick. I was swallowing so much food that I hardly even recognized what was going into my mouth. Whatever I could get my hands on was swallowed. I cleaned all the plates in what seemed like no time at all. I finally let myself cum and shot my load across the room in moans of ecstasy. I  passed out sticky and bloated.

A few weeks passed and New Year’s came and went. I had gained 4 pounds just on Christmas day alone and continued to pack on the weight like I was an animal going into hibernation. I could barely fit into the outfit I had planned for New Year’s Eve festivities, which was slightly embarrassing, but still incredibly hot. Hungover the next morning, I looked through the photos on my phone and on Facebook of the night before. I had gotten completely wasted and didn’t remember much. I was shocked to see just how far my belly protruded out of my denim jacket. In several photos my shirt was riding up to reveal a swollen and hairy abdomen. Even my face looked a little fatter. A slight double chin appeared in certain angles. This was the first time I had a good look at all the weight I had gained and was truly shocked. I looked fat. 

I went to the bathroom and began examining myself in the mirror. My gut was on the verge of an overhang, ten more pounds and it would happen. I had even started to develop a fat pad. I knew my thighs had gotten thicker, but looking in the mirror I realized they were almost touching. I squeezed and jiggled my ass cheeks, Liam was going to love playing with those. Slight love handles were apparent from behind. I wanted them to grow. I got inches from the mirror to examine my neck fat. If I looked down or tucked my chin in, I developed a definite double chin. To top it all off, my entire body looked a tad bit hairier. I’d always had a decent patch of chest hair, but now it was spreading from shoulder to shoulder. I wondered if weight gain sparked hair growth.

I’d stopped tracking my weight since Christmas because I was confident I would meet, and likely surpass, the 25 pounds I promised Liam. The trip home had come to an end, and I was noticeably larger than when I’d arrived. Barely any of my clothes fit. I couldn’t wait for Liam to see. When I arrived at our apartment, he was sitting on the couch. I could tell he’d gained weight but not merely as much as me. We embraced and began fooling around. He was shocked and amorous of my newly formed love handles and jiggly beer gut. He squeezed handfuls of both and asked how much I’d gained. I told him I didn’t know and had stopped weighing myself. Liam revealed he had only gained 15 pounds. At first I was disappointed, but the prospect of the next week of gluttony was going to be amazing for Liam. We had wild sex exploring the new curves of each other’s bodies. 

Later that night, Liam coaxed me out of bed and onto the scale. I was shocked at the number that appeared. No way was I that fat now. 223 pounds. I had gained over forty pounds in two months. This realization caused my cock to stiffen and rise against my newly rounded, hanging, belly.

Who should you fight, Thunderbirds Are Go Edition

Scott Tracy - If you’re in a position where you might need to fight Scott Tracy, you’re probably already fighting Scott Tracy. And maybe you started it or maybe he started it, but it doesn’t matter, because the point is, he’s finishing it. If you’re lucky, Virgil’s there to pull him off what’s left of you. Do not fight Scott Tracy.

John Tracy - Okay, well. Flip a coin. Heads, you’re on earth. Go ahead, fight John Tracy. He’s all long limbs and lean muscle, but in the same way that a newborn giraffe is after that six foot drop out of its mother. Tails, though. Different story. Presuming you even get aboard TB5 to mess with him, between the gravity ring and the airlock, it’s not likely you’ll be on board for long. Even if you do manage to get your hands on him, he moves in 0G like he was born for it, every motion is perfectly calculated. The three body problem in a fight with John Tracy is your body, his body, and whatever he’s about to hit you with. Absent of gravity, stay the hell away from John Tracy.

Virgil Tracy - The question is, why would you want to? He’s just so lovely. All right, well, for the sake of argument; let’s say you are. He’s built like a brick shithouse, why did you think that was a good idea? The good news is, he doesn’t really wanna hurt you. Lucky you. But there’s no good view of that chiseled butt of his when he’s sat on top of you, forcibly de-escalating the situation. Go ahead, fight Virgil Tracy. He’s only two hundred pounds of raw muscle, how bad could that be. Probably your chiropractor will understand.

Gordon Tracy - Here’s what’ll happen if you hit Gordon in the face. He will smile at you. Then he will laugh at you. And he’ll grin the entire time he’s tearing you into itty bitty pieces because:
 A) You know what they say about short guys with shit to prove
 B) He’ll enjoy this
 C) He was basically born waiting for someone to give him a reason to go the hell off.
D) Do not fight Gordon Tracy

Alan Tracy - Read back over the above four answers. If there was even the slightest sliver of doubt in your mind about a violent encounter with any one of his brothers, do not lay a hand on Alan Tracy. If he comes at you, flailing his tiny fists, just let him do it. Because unless you’re in the mood to take on every one of the other four, at the same time, it’s a terrible idea to fight Alan Tracy.

Kayo Kyrano - If you’ve made the fatal mistake of picking on Alan, the surprise good news is, Kayo beat the other four boys to the punch. Literally, she beat them to punching you. She got there first and she just kept punching you and there wasn’t anything you could do about it. You’ve been punched to death. If you’re fighting Kayo entirely of your own accord–well. You know what, take your chances. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll have to bail out of a plane in mid air because she won’t stop throwing the contents of the cargo hold at you.

Brains - Do it. Punch that nerd. Fight Brains. MAX too, that bastard.

Grandma Tracy - You MONSTER. You wanna fight Grandma? Why do you want to fight Grandma? Grandma wears uggs and a onesie year round. Grandma don’t give a fuck. Don’t fight Grandma. Christ.

Thief!Seungcheol ||

Notes: part two! Hope you enjoy. Requests are open! Also Mina and mark were my fav in this, they were was fun to write. Happy birthday Seungcheol!

tw: past child abuse, past non descriptive rape

•you were officially on the run with a the Choi siblings
•after you had taken them from the house, you decided that the best place to hide out was on the street
•"cheol? Why can’t I go to school?“
•Seungcheol’s little sister Mina kept asking
•"you will, we just have to hide for a while. Okay?”
•with a nod from her, you continued to tell seungcheol how to pickpocket
•after all, you needed money for your plan to work
•"what’s your plan y/n? I can’t steal things.“
•for as much as he babbled, he had quick fingers and was able to take as much as he needed
•which was quite a lot, after all you needed to go to a different state
•which meant airplane rides, and money for a fake passport for them
•Mina was also a natural, you and her would stay on the corners and beg for money, hiding parts of her face just in case
•after all everyone thought that she and seungcheol were missing kids
•but tomorrow you’d be able to get in the plane, your plan would be in action
•just had to stay out of trouble until then, it shouldn’t be that hard
•right?

•apparently trouble is your middle name!
•because oh boy, how are you gonna get yourself out of this
•Mina wanted to pickpocket someone, and seungcheol told her no
•but she did it anyway
•the woman saw her, and called the police
•the police caught her, and now she’s at the station, and your plane leaves in two hours!
•what a mess
•"how are we going to get her? This is my fault, we’re going to have to go to mother, oh god we’re going to die”
•seungcheol rambled, pacing in front of the station, where yo had dragged him
•"dude, shut up.“
•you said, watching the officers and Mina through the window
•"what if they hurt her?”
•"they’re cops cheol, she didn’t get hurt on the street, she’s good.“
•you said, not even looking at him, continuing to watch Mina
•she was sitting on a chair, near and officer who was sitting at his desk
•he got up, and went to the bathroom, leaving Mina alone
•"let’s go! Come in seungcheol”
•running to the front of the station, you opened the door, and whistled
•getting Mina’s attention, she stood up and ran
•for the second time this week, you were on the run
•but this time you had a plan
•getting a taxi, you told the driver to take you to bring you to the airport
•inside of the taxi, you heard the drivers phone ring, an amber alert maybe?
•taking a face mask out of your pocket, you gave it to Mina
•your face and cheol’s was already covered
•when you got to the airport you paid the driver and grabbed the siblings hands
•taking them inside, you found the man you’d pay to give you passports and sneak you guys on the plane
•taking quick steps, the three of you followed the man in the security uniform
•within five minutes, you guys were buckled in a plane with a bunch of other kids
•blending in perfectly, you guys were in your way to Hawaii
•not for relaxation though, that could come later
•"I think I’m afraid of heights cheollie.“
•Mina whined holding her brothers sleeve, tears in her eyes
•"it’s okay, I’ll protect you and y/n.”
•he said looking at Mina, glancing at you quickly and grabbing your hand as he comforted mina
•and you guys were in the air
•seungcheol had to managed to calm down Mina, and she was now sleeping
•leaning your head on seungcheol’s shoulder, you felt your eyes flutter close
•"I promise I’ll protect you.“

•once you landed in Hawaii, a stewardess woke the three of you up
•you guys got ushered off the plane, the next step was to get to a phone so you could call someone
•yep, that’s what your plan was, to get to Hawaii, call a kid that you knew in foster care who had been place with a duo of lawyers for parents
•"hey mark, I’m in Hawaii, would your dad be able to pick us up?”
•an agreement came from the boy and you guys were going to be okay
•"cheol, you still have the recordings right?“
•you asked the black haired teen who was now carrying his sister
•he nodded, and motioned to his pocket
•a car drove up, mark inside so it let you know that this wasn’t a kidnapping
•getting inside the car first, Mina going in the middle, seungcheol behind mark
•"you’re on the news, did you know that y/n?”
•Nodding, you shrugged
•"not the first time I’ve been wanted by the police.“
•marks dad was talking to seungcheol as he drove, letting you cuddle into Mina as you enjoyed the drive

•when you pulled into their driveway, mark sent you a look
•"I won’t take anything.”
•you said, rolling your eyes at the blonde male
•opening your door, you slid out, picking Mina up, continuing your cuddle session
•she nuzzled her head into your neck, her dirty face rubbing on your already filthy black hoodie
•when you stepped inside of the house, you were painfully aware of how pristine everything was
•"you kids look like you’ve been to hell and back.“
•Mark’s mom said, wiping her hands on her blue apron
•"I’d say they have, I on the other hand took a walk in the park.”
•she smiled, but it was a sad smile, knowing that you had lived on the streets for most of your childhood
•"can seungcheol and Mina go shower?“
•you asked, wanting her pitying look to go away
•"of course!”
•she led them to the bathroom, leaving you in the living room with mark and his dad
•slipping off your shoes, you were left in grayish socks that were no longer the white they were intended to be
•"mark, go to the closet and get some extra clothes please.“
•that was the signal that Mark’s dad wanted to talk to you
•alone
•mark nodded and sent you a look, different than the one he sent it the car
•he was telling you good luck
•flashing him a small smile, you faced his dad
•"y/n, do you know how serious this is? You’re lucky that seungcheol had evidence otherwise you could’ve been in prison.”
•he said, shaking his head as he sighed
•"yeah, I know but what was I supposed to do? Leave them? Besides it wouldn’t have been the first time.“
•sending him a glare at the end of your sentence, after all it had been him who sentenced you to juvie all those years ago
•"that was in the past, it was for your own good.”
•rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms
•yeah, you needed him for your plan to work but you didn’t need to be buddies with him
•"yeah, yeah. Excuses, are you gonna help or not?“
•running a hand through his receding hair, he sighed
•"we’ll help, only if you get help too y/n.”
•Mark’s mom said, holding Mina’s hand, who was now dressed in a blue dress
•"y/n, I look like Cinderella!“
•she said galloping over to you, plopping herself on the couch
•she asked you to come sit next to her, so you could braid her hair, because seungcheol’s braids were always loose
•"of course silly! Wouldn’t want Cinderella to have crazy hair, would we?”
•sitting stiffly on the couch, you moved her so she was on your lap, you began to braid
•"I agree, help them and you guys can try to fix what you did to me.“
•you said, not looking at Mark’s parents as you braided Mina’s silky black hair
•you could tell that they wanted to argue, but seungcheol walked into the room
•"look cheol! I’m Cinderella!”
•the smile on his face let you know, no matter what the adults said, you did the right thing
•"where did Mina go? Cinderella do you know?“
•seungcheol joked around, sitting next to you on the couch
•his hand gravitated towards yours, almost instantly intertwining your hands
•"y/n, mark brought clothes for you.”
•smiling at seungcheol, you pressed your lips to Mina’s head and walked to the bathroom
•mark was sitting on the sink, a towel and some clothes on his lap
•"I thought you would want long sleeved. So I brought my clothes.“
•nodding, you closed the door behind you
•"thanks dude, but what do you really want?”
•you asked, already taking off your clothes
•"do you still get nightmares? I have them but I feel like I shouldn’t, it’s been so long.“
•he said, passing you the towel and moving to the sink so you could wet the towel
•scrubbing the dirt of as best as you could, you took a second to think
•"we lived on the street for years, we had to do things we aren’t proud of. They won’t ever go away, maybe they won’t happen as much, but they’ll lurk.”
•once you were pleased with your red rubbed skin, you put the towel to dry
•"but…will I be capable of loving someone? I’m terrified that I’ll open my eyes only for a two hundred pound man to be on me.“
•he spoke quickly, snapping a band on his wrist
•getting dressed in the clothes that he had passed, you bent down like you had when you comforted Mina
•"you don’t have to do anything, we’re our own people now. We’re safe, you’re safe.”
•looking into his brown eyes, you let him look trough yours, to see if you were lying
•satisfied with what he saw, he stood up from the toilet
•grabbing your hand he smiled, this one reaching his eyes
•"let’s go back to lover boy and Cinderella.“
•squeezing his hand, you opened the door and walked back to the living room where Mina had fallen asleep on seungcheol
•but Mark’s parents were staring at the black haired teen, their jaws on the floor
•"y/n? Seungcheol is saying that you didn’t kidnap them. That you heard their mom yelling and hitting them, is this true?”
•looking at Seungcheol, his brown eyes were warm, yet they were defiant
•"yeah, I was walking home, it’s a short cut.“
•sitting down next to him, you laid your head on his shoulder, letting marks parents continue to question Seungcheol
•they told him what they would be going through, what would happen to their mom, they would be placed with a willing family member
•this was all things that you could repeat off the top of your head
•but this time you’d go through it with Mina and seungcheol
•your face the wicked woman that was their mother, when she would accuse you seungcheol would bring up that her position wasn’t the place to be making accusations
•that you were a Good Samaritan who just didn’t go through the steps the right way
•that Mina felt a better bond with you than the woman who gave birth to her
•with Mina and seungcheol, you could face anything together

anonymous asked:

Fics for when you've had a horrible day and need a big warm hug from Harry and Louis in fic form?

Hugs from Larry (aka for when you’re down) Fic Rec

Everything I Need I Get From You (8k)

Historical AU. It’s two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

After Me Comes the Flood (8k)

Louis is anxious about a lot of things, Harry works at a bookshop and wears skinny jeans even though it’s too hot, and they eat french fries in the park.

Show Me Life Like I’ve Never Seen (28k)

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn’t forget

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She felt the powerful stare before she heard the stuttering speech. She pivoted and swiped the .45 off the dresser and had it trained on the man in a single smooth move as he stuttered out “I….”. Her hands were steady. Only a two pound pull on a nine pound trigger. She lowered the weapon she always kept by her side since Lecter’s escape. Some days she hoped it would be him she caught in the corner of her eye. It never was.

“You get a good enough look?” She asked sarcastically as her Appalachian drawl caressed her words. Her hands grabbing a tank top near by and yanking it on. She had noticed he hadn’t exactly whirled around around embarrassed at the site of her naked. She could have given less than a fuck that he saw her topless. She was curious if Graham would open his mouth to anyone at the bureau and if that would sway the gossip greater to her being straight or a lesbian. She found that sexual orientation of other agents made male agents titter with gossip like hens.

“And I know who you are.” She told him flatly, she thought that with a scar like he had in his cheek, it was obvious to anyone in the FBI who was paying attention. “But thank you kindly for your concern. You can turn around now. I’m adequately covered.”

Starling was every bit what Will had been expecting: hard, soft, abrasive, and with every intention of proving her self-worth. He’d felt quite similarly when he’d started off as a beat cop. Now, however, he couldn’t give two shits about what people thought about him.

Starling’s snide remark had Will sneering despite the flush in his cheeks. “I don’t make a habit of peeping, if that’s what you’re trying to imply,” he said. “I came by since it’s my ‘duty,’ or some horse shit. I doubt you want to do this any more than I do. Correct?”

Starling’s announcement gave Will pause, but nevertheless, he slowly turned around and appraised her. She was once more wearing a top, so he felt his stance relax. He hadn’t seen a naked woman since Molly – namely because he hadn’t wanted to look.

Stepping further into the room, Will stuffed his hands into his pockets and glanced toward the window. “I’m sure you’ve heard plenty about me, so you must also know I’m not much in the way of feelings and sharing them. Or at least, not anymore.” He found it ironic how his empathy had seemed to die the day he’d lost everything. “So since Jack’s your mentor, I’ll allow you to dictate how this goes.”

anonymous asked:

I love your blog, it's fantabulous. Can I have some headcanons about Gili because he's my smol baby please!

( i lovee you, you’re fantabulous <3 (alsoidk if you mean’t bf headcanons or regular so i will do a mixy-moo))

2P!Prussia/Gillen Beilschmidt

  • dude knows sign language (I accept both mute/non-mute headcanons of him, but either way he knows it in my head)
  • he loVes his hair being played with, but will also bite you if you try and touch it bc he thinks it doesn’t feel nice
  • probably keeps every single gift he has received from a child
  • loves kids
  • is a master gamer ofc
  • like don’t even try and play with him
  • he will kick your ass
  • he has a popular tumblr blog or 27
  • his lucky number is 2 because it only takes two pounds of pressure to push the nose bone into the brain and kill someone and he just h o P e s
  • he has cold hands all the time and will stick them up your shirt when you’re not expecting it
  • he is a cinnamon roll with a hidden sinnamon side
  • his hands are really big and slender
  • like why
  • who gave you the right
  • stop that
  • he needs glasses but doesn’t wear them
  • his first kiss was 2P!Austria/Roland Eidelstein
  • he broke his nose straight after and that’s why Roland has a lil nose bump
  • he loves to cuddle but won’t ask
  • like let this baby put his head on your chest pretty pls
  • i hc him as panromantic demisexual
  • he l o ves dogs
  • if you share a bed with him you’re not waking up due to suffocation
  • he always wears merch and hoodies
  • he has at least 379340 hoodies
  • Gil might actually die if he sees you wearing them
  • they’re all oversized too bc he be a tol bean
  • he can’t whistle and dies inside bc of it
  • he likes to take photos (even if he isn’t the best, he just loves to)
  • be the subject of the bean’s photo pls it will mean a lot to him
  • he can’t stand the smell of vinegar or strawberries
  • he likes PDA but wont initiate
  • he secretly injects PSL during autumn
  • he used to be a directioner and drowns out the pain with MCR and Panic!
  • he has too much merch
  • gIL S T OP
  • loves to kiss but is insecure about how good of a kisser he is
  • will lay with you for 58934 hours in silence
  • loves to cook (especially for you)
  • his ringtone i the Thomas the Tank Engine/I Write Sins mashup but always has his phone on silent so no one knows
  • filled to the brim with memes
  • harambe 5evr

everything i need i get from you by moodlighting/ @mooodlighting

Historical AU. It’s two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

since i’ve found you by rearviewdreamer/ @all-these-larrythings

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

coming up for air by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

we’ve got unfinished business by suspendrs/ @fukcinglouis

There’s a ghost in Harry and Louis’s apartment that seemingly just wants them to date.

cameras flashing by juliusschmidt/ @juliusschmidt

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

if i should stay by gloria_andrews/ @gloriaandrews

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

lips speak louder by bravefortheboys/ @bravefortheboys

Pool water dyed blue, a deep hatred for R.E.M., shorts catching on fire, a karaoke night that somehow changes everything, an angering lack of proper communication—oh, and what’s camp without a bit of rivalry?

(AU in which Louis is a summer camp counselor along with a few other less-than-qualified people just trying to make it through the next four weeks in one piece. The curly-headed bloke from the camp sharing the campsite with them surely won’t let that happen)

space oddity by velvetoscar/ @mizzwilde

Louis’ blessed with the inconvenience of getting his neighbor’s mail. It works out really well for the both of them.

inconceivable by alivingfire/ @alivingfire

Louis and Barbara Tomlinson are twin brother and sister. Harry’s in love with Louis, Niall’s in love with Barbara, and they both go by Tommo. It gets a little confusing.

in vogue by otpwhatever/ @otpwhatever

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

TEACHING VIXX - CHAPTER TEN

Man, four chapter update.

Although, I don’t think anyone is reading these…

Its still fun, though!

You woke up groggy, thankful that VIXX had an off day today. Stretching, you sat up in bed and yawned. It took you a moment to realize that there was noise coming from the living room. Hoping it wasn’t a thief, you tiptoed over to your door and opened it carefully. Instead of a thief you observed six full grown men seemingly arguing over who got to wake you up.

You were trying so hard not to laugh at them. They really were a beautiful bunch. You had taken to becoming their fan quickly after seeing the music video for Voodoo Doll. After that, you had started to collect albums, socks, shirts, and anything else you could get your hands on. The many videos you had watched paled in comparison now. Seeing and talking with them in person changed everything. Not to mention the fact that they weren’t exactly human excited and scared you all at once. You wondered what you would actually have to “handle”. HaeJeong said sometimes they needed control and for someone to calm them but you had no idea how it would work or what would happen if you couldn’t do it. Your attention once again settled on the six men in your living room. You decided that you were decently dressed. Your pajamas were quite conservative. After your conclusion, you dedcided to break up the argument and relieve them of the duty of waking you up.

You opened your bedroom door but they didn’t seem to notice. Perfect. You walked up and stood a bit behind Ravi since his back was turned fully.

“I think I should get to wake her up.” You said behind him.

“What makes you think you have the right?!” Ravi was the first to react and turn towards you. When he noticed it was you he blushed slightly and laughed. “Ah, sorry! Automatic reaction! I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Haha, its okay. I was teasing you all anyway. I heard your argument and you all didn’t notice me so I decided to play a joke. No worries!” You patted his shoulder in a gesture to reassure him that you were not mad.

In less than a second, Ravi was on the floor judt sitting in a daze.

“Ravi! What’s wrong?! Are you ok?” You panicked and knelt down in front of him. You took his face in your hands and looked at him. He appeared to be….smiling? “Ravi?”

“Huh…well thats interesting.” Hakyeon spoke as he helped Ravi to his feet. You were utterly confused. “Well, I guess we know now that Ravi can be controlled. That’ll be handy in the future.” Hakyeon laughed.

“Controlled? I don’t get it. Did I do something?”

“Noona! You took down Ravi without even trying! That was awesome!” Hyuk was practically bouncing on his feet.

“I did this?!” You looked at Ravi who was still holding onto Hakyeon for support. Horror spread throughout your insides. You hurt Ravi. He wasn’t able to stand because of you. And you didn’t even know what you had done. You slowly backed up from the group. You clasped your hands together to prevent yourself from touching anyone else.

“Wait! Its okay! I’m not hurt!” Ravi came towards you which only made you back up more quickly. Your escape was halted when your back came in contact with another person. You looked behind you to see Taekwoon. He placed a hand on each of your arms. You were thoroughly freaking out. Ravi reached out and took your hand. He placed it on his chest and smiled at you. “See? I’m perfectly fine!”

One of Taekwoon’s hands left your arm to grabbed your hand out of Ravi’s grasp.

“She doesn’t need to touch you to figure that out.” Taekwoon growled behind you.

Ravi looked up at Taekwoon and laughed a little.

“Geez, Hyung, so possessive already?” Ravi looked back to you and winked. Your heart skipped a bit at the gesture. Ravi was definitely a cutie.

“Are you sure you’re ok? What did I even do?”

“I think because you were trying to let me know you weren’t mad at me for yelling at you and you wanted to calm me down. Its part of what a "handler” does. You can keep us calm when we go too far or get too angry. When you touched my arm, I just went all calm and lost all control of my body. It was quite relaxing, actually. I think I can definitely call on you when I’m having trouble sleeping.“ He winked again and you smiled at his joke. He was trying to make you feel better and it was working.

"Ok, enough of that. We came to eat.” Taekwoon steered you towards the kitchen where you saw at least a dozen grocery bags scattered around the tiny room.

“What is all this?”

“We decided that since we have a day off we would cook for you. You probably haven’t eaten a proper meal since yesterday, huh?” Hakyeon came around from behind you to begin taking the groceries out of the bags. Taekwoon finally released you and started helping Hakyeon with finding the cookware. You didn’t have many things in the kitchen but you didn’t protest their offer of a meal. You were starving!

“C'mon Noona, you don’t need to be in the kitchen. You can come hang out with us!” Jaehwan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into the living room.

You say on the floor while Jaehwan and Hyuk set up the Playstation that you had brought with you from the States. They were ecstatic when you told them you had one.

The next hour consisted of watching Ravi, Hyuk, and Jaehwan attempt to navigate the world of Assassin’s Creed. You gained a round of applause when they couldn’t seem to make it past one of the missions and you made it in one try.

“Noona, I need to come and play this whenever I have free time. Thats okay, right?” Ken was completely immersed in the game. Ravi claimed that it was a miracle that he hadn’t touched the games on his phone in an hour or more. You agreed and stood up to investigate what was happening in the kitchen.

Walking around the short wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of the apartment, you saw Taekwoon at the stove stirring something in a pot and Hakyeon was sitting at the table on his phone.

“It says you only need two pounds of meat.”

“Well, we have three. The kids will eat most of it anyway.”

“But what if it doesn’t taste good because we used too much?”

“It will be fine. It wont make that much of a difference.”

You stood there half-hiding behind the wall watching the two oldest members bicker. You fully understood why the fans called them the mom and dad. Judging by the looks of the food on the table, they were making tacos.

“(Y/N), come here and try this.” Taekwoon’s words startled you.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I’m your guardian, remember? I know where you are.”

You didn’t know why but that comment had your stomach doing flip-flops. There was something about the fact that he had assigned himself to protect you. His wide, muscular frame coupled with the fact that he was part animal made you feel safe. Like you could just crawl into him and be protected forever.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” You walked over to the stove and he reached the spoon out for you to taste. It was good. Very good. You knew Taekwoon could cook but this was amazing. You hoped the heat coming from the pan could mask the heat on your cheeks. This man was affecting you and you had only been around him for two days. The fact that he had been your favorite in the group only enhanced your attraction.

“Its good!” You attempted to sound normal and looked up at Taekwoon. Normal took a swan dive out the window when you noticed that his eyes had turned the same dark green color you had seen last night. Your eyes went wide and your voice left you.

“I think you keep forgetting that I can sense what you’re feeling. You’re lucky that there are other people in this apartment.” His eyes traveled down to your lips and you knew that your face was as red as a tomato.

You made a quick mental note to change the passcode on the door.

He placed his lips next to your ear and whispered.

“You do know that panthers like to pounce, right?”

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femslash february — Karan & Renka (No.6)

1910: Women’s weights

“it was considered dangerous to have them lift anything heavy and so they were given only two- or four-pound wooden dumbbells. The fact that women lifted much heavier objects in the home seems to have escaped most of the men who designed the exercise”