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lifewithdavefarts · 9 months

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DaveFarts - Episode 27 “Spicy Gas” [Episode List] Dave and Dana try to spice things up in their sexual life.

POV: Dave

Spicy Gas

Fuck, I’m freezing in this car.

It’s worth it though: I’m picking my girlfriend up from work and we’re going back to my place together. Tim (my bro and roommate) is out of town because of some needy client so, yeah, you know where this is going: a sexy, hot, movie night until we fall asleep on the couch.

When you’re past 30, this is considered a massive win.

It’s about 7:00 PM and I parked right where Dana asked me, in the mostly desert underground car park below the office building she works at. She works (usually overtime…) in a law firm and she’s as badass as she sounds; it’s a demanding job, though she’s up for it, as she told me many times without me asking and not in a nervous way at all.

Yes, she sounds stressed, but I know her, she’s got it, I’m here if she needs to vent. Sometimes that’s all you need and if it’s not, well, we’re just gonna talk abou- why is this car so cold?!

I hope Dana’s on her way ‘cause if she’s not she’s gonna find his boyfriend dead of hypothermia. Before picking her up, I made a quick stop to a fast food nearby to get some french fries on the fly, because my body may be a temple, but it’s a crumbling one. But not even junk food raised my body temperature.

This is how it ends, Dana, with your handsome boyfriend being murdered by this harsh, cold Winter in his own car, a coffin made of plastic and steel.

Truth is, I was bored and tired, so I was basically falling asleep, until I heard someone tapping on the car window right next to me. That made me jump, that always startle me for some reason… and she knows it very well, given the idiotic, beautiful smile on her face.

“Hey babe.” I said from inside the car, but she could barely hear me.

She walked around the vehicle and got inside, sitting on the passenger seat, next to me. We exchanged a quick peck on the lips and I then went for the keys to start the car.

“Wait, I need a moment.” Dana said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

She wasn’t mad nor sad, she just wanted to smoke a cigarette before leaving, all while she (as I said) vented about some co-worker acting like a bitch.

“‘Do not let Bennet know about it’ I told him and guess what he did?!”

“He… he told B-“

“He told her!” she had a puff of her cigarette. “Can you believe it? Now everyone knows we’re behind schedule because that idiot had to lick my boss’ ass.”

“Wow” I replied. I swear I’m listening, I’m just a bit on auto-pilot.

And freezing.

“And my boss… oh my boss, she got so mad, and rightfully so. We could handle the schedule, we do it all the time, but no! He had to rat us out like the kiss ass he is.”

“Is that him?” I said, casually glancing at some guy walking in the empty parking lot. “I can run him over if you want to.” I joked… and I hope she knows I’m joking.

“Yes, but don’t do anything, don’t move, don’t make any sound. He’s such a kiss ass that if he notices us he’ll come here to cha- I told you not to make a sound!” she said, almost laughing, as my enormous fart cut her off.

Yes, one of my usual farts, powered by those fries I got earlier (not that I need any particular fuel to rip a good one).

You all know what I’m capable of, my bro Tim definitely does.

I hate how warm it felt compared to the sheer cold of the car. My girl is very familiar with all of my talents, including this one. 7 seconds and I was done.

“Are you done shitting yourself?” she politely asked.

I leaned towards her and we exchanged another quick peck, but me moving meant that the gas trapped under my ass now was free to pollute the entire car.

“I’m your pig, remember?” I whispered.

“I literally never called you that.”

“Really? Must have been one of my other girlfriends then.” I joked.

She playfully slapped my shoulder and I sat back in front of the steering wheel, ready to start the car.

“Wait.”

“Oh please can we go home? I’m freezing.” I lamented.

“Just a minute…” she looked at me amused, but thoughtful. “There’s something I’d like to talk you about.” she put out her cigarette and put it in the ashtray.

“You okay?”

“Sure.” she replied, calmly.

A few seconds of silence followed. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for her to say something.

“I actually… do like when you’re a pig.” she smiled, but still being serious and calm about it.

I gave her and inquisitive, amused look.

“Don’t judge me.” she noticed my expression.

“I’m not judging you babe.” I said. “It’s our thing, we’re very open about what we like.”

“I know… you’re awesome.”

“Of course I am.” I confirmed, with a smug smirk, fully knowing how annoying I am.

“And I, too, am awesome, thank you very much.” she added, giving me a funny scolding glare.

We laughed it off.

“So what’s up, babe?” I genuinely asked. “You know my kinks...” I leaned closer to her. “What’s your dirty secret, Mrs. D?” I whispered, trying to act cool and sexy, but all I got was another playful slap on my shoulder.

“It’s not… what you did like a minute ago.” she said, gesturing towards me.

“Oh you mean this?” I pretended to push one more fart out, but this time I actually had nothing brewing (incredible, huh?). I was amused by her reaction though. “Just kidding.” I quickly said.

She actually laughed at that.

“You’re so nice and it’s not that I like you being disgusting but… dammit, I admit that… sometimes… when we do our thing… maybe I’d like you being a bit more… dirty.”

I let out a surprisingly nervous cackle.

“That’s it? You want to spice things up?” I asked, reaching for my phone. “Because I’m pretty sure Google can give us some tips.”

She calmly but firmly extended her arm towards me. She grabbed my phone and threw it in the backseat. She then put her left hand on my jeans-clad right leg.

“If you’re cold, Mr. D” it was Dana’s turn to whisper. “I know just the way to warm you up.”

That got me instantly aroused.

My girlfriend’s hand moved closer to my crotch, touching the tent I pitched between my legs.

“Oh… are you nervous?” she asked, gently caressing my boner, still in-character, whatever the character was.

I nodded.

Why did I nod? Am I an idiot?

With a deft movement, she untied my belt and her hand slipped right into my jeans and underwear, going straight for my hard cock.

As that happened, I let out a very short high-pitched scream, not because I wasn’t used to this, but because Dana’s hand was way colder than I was expecting. She broke character to laugh a bit at my very manly scream, then quickly went back into this femme fatale persona she was impersonating.

I was sweating.

But then I realized...

“Wait… r-right here?” I stuttered.

“Are you scared, Mr. D?” she asked. “Are you… too much of a nice guy for this?”

The fuck I am.

I grabbed her head and kissed her, her tongue going down my throat as she wrapped her cold fingers around my warm, throbbing cock.

I don’t know what was going down there… I mean I do know obviously, but the way Dana was moving her hand and fingers this time almost made me cum on the spot. She did in fact spice things up, so I guess I could do was return the favour... in my own personal way.

I sat back normally and spread my legs wide, my cock still being massaged, and ripped a loud, vibrating fart, a loud blast that made the entire vehicle shake. A quick 5 seconds rip which, weirdly enough, made Dana moan as she listened to it.

“You’re such a pig.” she scolded me, now literally strangling my cock, so much so that that I actually felt a bit of pain.

And I was loving the fuck out of that.

I saw a car passing by but the thought of them noticing us only made me harder.

I then ripped another big fart, because I’m the master of this shit. I could feel the vibrations of this one even on Dana’s hand as she jerked me off, something that she seemed to enjoy.

All of this was disgusting and yet we found it hot as fuck.

My girlfriend was as thirsty I was and finally managed to pull my cock out of my jeans.

“Oh there it is.” she said, leaning down to give it a quick lick. "Let me have it."

Not the first time we do this stuff obviously, but dammit that one move was indeed a dirty one. Pre-cum dripped down from the tip of my penis as I ripped another monstrous fart, the warm gas fogging up the car's windows. I was hot-boxing that whole place and my girlfriend didn’t care; instead she once again slipped her tongue down my throat.

“Time to sleep, pig.” she then whispered right into my hear, right before biting it.

After that, she strongly tightened her grip on my cock and then twisted it. I clenched my teeth as that happened, but the arousal that it gave me was insane.

That final move made me cum, a white fountain appearing between my legs as Dana bit my ear again.

That was quick… for my standards at least, but she didn’t seem to mind at all. Actually, she was a sweaty mess herself. She licked her lips and gave me a quick peck on my own.

“Try finding that on Google.” she said, as she sat back on her passenger seat.

As if the spirit of some femme fatale left her body, she turned to me and smiled, opening the car window by her side, now realizing how terrible my gas was.

“Yeah, fuck Google, ammirite?” literally the most unsexy thing I could have said.

She handed me some napkins to clean the mess. And a cigarette, which we shared.

“Still cold?” Dana asked me, once again giving me a certain look.

I started the car in response, then I turned to her, looking straight into her brown eyes.

I let out a loud, muffled fart that shook the seat, narrowing my eyes as I pushed it out. It was warm, it was vibrating through my jeans-clad ass. I winked at my girlfriend as the thunder kept going, something that she, against all odds, seemed to appreciate.

12 seconds, then my ass went silent.

“Are you?” I asked back to her, with a smirk.

The End

#eproctophilia #davefarts #fart kink #malefarts #fart story

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financeprincess · 1 year

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It is so inspiring hearing about your weight loss :) i was wondering if you had any particular weight loss tips you’d like to share? I went through a period of weight loss myself, but have lately gained back a lot of what I’ve lost and I’d like to know if there’s anything that helped you get back on the wagon. Love your blog btw!

Don’t be too hard on yourself, its rough out here especially in the US. it’s easy to accidentally slip up and gain 15 pounds just by eating a lil extra every day.

Some things that helped me:

Intermittent fasting, only a 13 hour window though. The 16:8 was too much for me and with women it can screw with your hormones if you’re not careful.

Drinking lots of water. Like a ton. I put those hydration multiplier electrolyte packets in my water as well.

Get good quality sleep. I got some Brooklinen sheets and they are 100% worth it. Definitely improved my sleep quality. I also have a really nice down duvet and an Egyptian cotton cover for it. I also have a silk eye mask and a silk pillowcase from Slip that I love. Sleep is extremely important.

Get 10k steps a day or at least just walk as much as you can. I’m sedentary a lot for school/work/etc. so I absolutely have to get out and walk and get moving. Even if you just aim for a mile or two a day it’ll greatly help.

If you don’t want to lift weights that’s okay. It’s not for everyone. I used to be super into powerlifting and got pretty muscular but it doesn’t excite me like it used to. I do a mix now of walking, jogging, pilates, rollerblading, cycling, kickboxing, swimming, yoga, ice skating, and weightlifting. That way I’m never bored and the variety allows me to choose what I want to do.

Consistency is key. Doing 4 workouts a week at a light/medium intensity is better than doing 1-2 a week of super high intensity and burning yourself out. Every little bit helps.

I do a full body stretch every day. This is super important. Our bodies get so stiff during the day. If you don’t stretch this can lead to injuries when you try to do other things.

I love the sauna (and hot yoga too). If you can find and afford a gym that has a sauna, I would highly recommend. Sometimes I will just go and walk on the treadmill for 30-45 minutes and watch YouTube videos and then sit in the sauna. It’s the best.

Make sure you’re not deficient in anything. Take a complete multivitamin and get blood work done. I was severely deficient in vitamin D and it was making me depressed. Once I took a supplement, got more sun and got my levels up it really helped my overall health.

Cut out grains, sugar, junk food, fried foods, etc. and just eat real foods. Anything with a long ingredient list usually isn’t a good idea. It’ll take a minute to get used to it but once you start eating almost exclusively vegetables, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats you won’t miss it. I have such a big sweet tooth sometimes I’ll have to eat like five servings of berries with a few tablespoons of honey just to satisfy it, but that’s better than ice cream or candy any day.

Don’t deprive or starve yourself. I eat as healthy as I can manage 80-90% of the time. But every once and a while I will eat a huge plate of pasta, gelato, tiramisu, croissants, those types of foods that I love. It’s not helpful to punish yourself and you gotta live a little.

I got a smart scale in my bathroom, the one I got is from FitIndex. It has an app that connects to your phone and it syncs to other health apps. it shows you body fat, muscle mass, water weight, everything. Honestly super triggering at first because I felt called out lol but now I step on it once a week just to make sure I’m on the right track.

You do not need a gym membership to workout. YouTube is the best. I love Yoga with Adrienne, MadFit, Move with Nicole, Charlie Follows, Vicky Justiz, and there’s a bunch of others. Find what you like and try to stick with it as much as you can.

Rest is super important. Don’t run yourself ragged. If you’re sore don’t force yourself to workout.

MyFitnessPal is super helpful. If you have a history of disordered eating this might not be for you but it’s good to be conscious of what you’re eating. Figure out what you need to lose fat/maintain/gain muscle and then track to see where you’re at and adjust accordingly.

Eat more protein. Protein, healthy fats, and fiber keep you full. You will be starving if you eat only salads. Fruit smoothies with protein, protein oats, salmon, yogurt, eggs, etc.

Get cute workout gear. It makes it more fun for me to workout with my pink towels, my pink hydroflask, my lululemon yoga mat, I have a baby blue jumprope and pink dumbbells and pastel colored resistance bands for at home workouts. A lot of my workout clothes are from lululemon, alo yoga, free people, and aerie. I have some of those blender bottles in cute colors for preworkout, protein powder, super greens powder, electrolyte mixes, etc. Some of this stuff is pricy but I’d rather be investing in my health than paying medical bills down the road so it’s 100% worth it to me.

The only way to see permanent change is to make it a lifestyle. Unfortunately you can’t just go back to eating unhealthy foods once you hit a certain goal. Those models who say they live exclusively off of pizza and pasta and cheeseburgers are lying through their teeth. It’s perfectly healthy to have days off where you indulge or don’t exercise but most of the time you’ll have to find ways to eat healthy and exercise and prioritize your health.

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year

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Started with a kiss Chapter 9: A new development

Summary: Brothers try to be nosey, the brainy duo has a conversation

Ship: Donnie x OC (Kara)

A/N: this one is probably super short in comparison to previous chapter but that's bc I decided to cut it in half bc I wanted to give y'all something and keep some material for the delay of the current wip chapter. Amazing Beta Work by @thoughtfulraven (amazing writer and artist as well, ty so much for the help).

Tag list: @madammuffins @m1dnyt3-w0lf @tinkabelle19 @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @scholastic-dragon @pheradream-15 @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 (if anyone wants to be added/removed lemme know)

During Donnie’s recovery, the brothers had to manage without him during the anti-organized-crime mission fueled by intel received from Kara. Of course, Donnie didn’t just let them go without him. He supplied his brothers with his drones and support from the lair as much as he could. They had to be extra careful now that Boxman was back and with weapons that could easily kill them.

Kara tried to help as much as she could. Unfortunately, she’d often end up frustrated. She was used to a sterile lab. Ready materials, if not limited by budget,. Things were different in the sewers. Donnie meanwhile, could whip out technological wonders out of literal junk. It amazed and impressed her to no end. His brain worked so quickly to overcome his obstacles, while she struggled. Comfort made her lazy. So she had to work twice as hard.

Donnie observed her closely. He noted her frustrations, which was quite adorable. It slowed her down and took her down a peg or two, but not too far down thankfully. He lo-enjoyed her spitfire personality. As expected, she quickly overcame her limitations and his usual work went twice as fast.

Unfortunately, two geniuses called for twice as much space. The blueprints usually contained to Donnie’s lab, random notes, and projects were slowly spilling out into the rest of the lair.

Leo cursed as he got up from the sofa and pulled a wrench out from behind a pillow. This was the third time in two days he found a random tool in a place it clearly didn’t belong. He sighed and went to the kitchen.

“You know, you’d think that when Donnie started talking to a girl, he’d spend less time in the lab,” he told Raph as he placed the tool on the table.

Raph snorted. “Not when the girl’s a brainiac too.” He slathered his sandwich in mustard. “At least we don’t have to worry about these two eloping. All they do is talk science. My head hurts.”

At that, Mikey, who was also at the table, started eating his lasagna faster. Raph frowned and exchanged looks with Leo. That was clearly ‘guilty Mikey’ behavior.

“Mikey, what do you think?” Leo said slowly, half sitting on the table.

Mikey looked up, alarmed. “Mphm?” His mouth was comically stuffed with food.

“Come on buddy, you can tell us,” Leo tried to encourage the youngest brother.

“Yeah, Mikey, tell us what you know,” Raph said. He stood up, placing his knuckles down on the table, leaning forward.

The orange-clad terrapin swallowed. “Uuuuuh, I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Mikeeey, you wouldn’t lie to your brothers, now would you?” Raph grinned, tilting his head to the side.

“Noooo?” Mikey’s eyes shifted between his two elder brothers. “Listen, I uh- have this thing to do-” He started getting up slowly from his chair. “I’llcatchyalaterbye!!” He took off running.

“Get him!” Leo shouted, taking chase. Raph was right behind him. “Don’t let him get on the skateboard!”

Raph threw his kusarigama just in time, knocking the skateboard out of Mikey’s hands. Mikey yelped and rushed towards the exit. Leo launched himself and tackled the youngest.

Mikey tried to wiggle himself out but both Raph and Leo sat on top of him.

“Come on guys!! Let me goooo,” he whined. “I’m gonna tell Dad!”

“We’ll let you go, dum-dum, once you tell us what you know,” Raph snickered.

“Spill it, Michael,” Leo added. “We’ll go easy on you.”

“What about Leo!? We still don’t know who you’re dating!” Mikey tried distraction. But it had no effect.

“We’re gonna unpack that later,” Raph shot back.

“Hey!” Leo protested but that went on ignored.

“Alright! Alright! Just get off me!” Mikey stopped wiggling.

“No way, you’ll try bolting again.” Leo knew the tricks of his youngest brother all too well.

“Okaaaay! But you didn’t hear it from me! I don’t want Donnie to cut off my wi-fi!”

“Sure, spill it already!” Raph said impatiently.

Mikey took a deep breath in. “I overheard Donnie and April talking and apparently Donnie and Kara were making out in California! And she kissed him first!”

“Bullshit!” Raph’s jaw dropped.

“It’s what I heard, I swear! Now let me go!”

“I mean, I knew he was interested in her,” Leo stood up, frowning. “I didn’t think…”

“Dude, they keep staring at each other!” Raph also released Mikey. “I didn’t think they actually went for it.”

“They have been spending a lot of time alone now as well…” Leo said, deep in thought then glanced back at Raph. “They are alone now.”

“You think-?”

“What? What are you guys talking about?” Mikey picked himself from the floor.

“Last at the lab is a rotten egg!” Raph slapped Mikey’s shoulder and started running.

“Hey!” Leo shouted after him.

Mikey followed after them. This time he used his skateboard and was first at the lab. Immediately he collided with Leo who got there second. Raph crashed into both of them.

Donnie and Kara stared at the unexpected turtle pile in front of the lab. They had welding tools in their hands.

“You guys good?” Donnie asked, wondering if he wanted to know what the newest bullshit his siblings were on was.

“Yup, peachy,” Leo, wheezed out.

“Aha…”

<What’s with them?> Kara asked Donnie, gesturing to the pile.

<They are idiots, don’t pay them any mind.> He replied and she snorted, shaking her head amused.

Donnie watched with the corner of his eye, while he and Kara worked, how his brothers leave. Were they concerned for him? Worried? Or just nosey? He looked at the short woman next to him. Was he worried?

He remembered his drug-induced ramblings and Kara’s response. Was it wrong he kind of wished she kissed him on his mouth instead of his forehead?

He placed the wielder down. Kara took a closer look at the weld and overall construction. This was going to be a part of something they thought of building in the tunnels. Hopefully, neither Leo nor Splinter would catch on too quickly.

<Looks good.> She decided. <We can sneak it out later.>

<Sure,> Donnie replied, absentminded.

<You okay?> She looked at him with mild concern. <Need to sit down?>

<What? No, no,> he quickly reassured her. <We’re just,> he tried to think of something to bring up, <short on the components for your project.>

<Oh, right. Which ones?>

He grabbed the list they made earlier and pointed to the positions he checked that weren’t in his inventory.

Kara leaned in, analyzing the missing components.

They looked at each other. That might be a problem. His leg wasn’t 100% there. She wouldn’t be allowed on her own to leave the lair. Both desperately needed to leave the underground. Neither wanted to ask any of the other three turtles for assistance.

While Donnie could keep his hands and mind busy, his body was feeling the lack of exercise. Kara was working out on her own but unlike him, she grew up with the sun above her head. They both sighed.

she said.

<Oh that won’t be a problem!> Donnie grabbed his crutch and hobbled to his scrap pile. <We can just make you a new rig.>

<Thanks,> she smiled. That was true, she could have just asked for parts. It seemed Donnie had enough to even custom-make everything from scratch.

They sat next to each other at his desk. Kara needed a booster for herself and was basically kneeling in her chair. It was probably why she was leaning towards him. They kept bumping elbows or their hands would almost touch when they’d try to reach for the same tool.

<Sorry.> They both signed at the same time and then chuckled, embarrassed.

<So… what are you going to play first?> Donnie asked her while she was still facing him.

she grinned with the last suggestion.

He snorted. <Wow, so tame.>

<Thanks.> She winked. She glanced at her work. <Hey, Donnie?> She looked back at him.

<Yes?>

<Like… join you on a stream?>

<Yeah. I mean all things considered, you can act as my voice while I try to recover my VR model, but I think it will be fun to stream with you. If you’d feel better we can get your brothers and try out Among US. It’s pretty fun with a group of friends.>

Somehow in all this, Kara’s leg slipped off the seat. Somehow with the angle their knees touched. Donnie swallowed but didn’t move back. Neither did she.

<That sounds fun,> he said slowly. <When we finish here, sure.>

<Great,> she smiled and he could swear this smile reached her eyes. It softened her features. Was it the light or did she blush?

<Donnie?>

<Yes?>

Donnie blinked, taken a bit by surprise. Oh. She bided her time, huh? Honestly, he expected to be cornered about this so much earlier.

<Thanks,> he replied slowly, not sure what he should do.

She shook her head a little. <Yeah, I wouldn’t buy it either.> There was a slight disappointment on her face, a drop in her shoulders. He didn’t like that. She was about to go back to her work but he placed his hand over her wrist.

<No. I mean it. Thank you.> He reached for her hand. It might have been awkward at first but she found out she liked how her hand looked in his. The big, warm, calloused hand of his seemed to swallow her smaller one.

<We didn’t have the best beginning, huh?> She signed with one hand. She didn’t want to let go of his.

He shrugged. He also didn’t let go. <It doesn’t matter,> he signed and spoke. <We’re good now.>

She smiled at him. Something inside her swelled. It was warm and a little alarming. She had a hard time looking away from him. The hazel shade of his eyes was so beautiful. Captivating. She swallowed, feeling her breath catching in her throat. She was about to look away when his other hand landed on her cheek. Oh. He was leaning forward but paused looking uncertain for a moment. Kara sighed and straightened up, arching up to reach him. Her free hand rested on his bicep as a boost. Almost… almost…

“Dinners ready!” Raph bombed into the lab, shouting. “You nerds better come out of this cave or I’ll drag you in here!”

The duo in question immediately jumped away from each other.

“W-we’ll be right there,” Donnie said, standing up so abruptly he almost flipped his chair over.

Kara was so glad that Donnie's form hid her completely from Raph. Oh, they were in trouble.

#eve scribbles #tmnt 2016 #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt fanfiction #donnie x oc #donnie x kara #donatello x oc #bayverse donnie #bayverse tmnt

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dietcokedemise · 2 years

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confessions of a junkorexic

march 19, 2023 | entry #6

i binged…a lot. whydoikeepdoingthistomyself? after my last entry i ended up spiraling into a three day long binge cycle and i feel like shit :( i felt like an absolute failure thursday because i had a few extra bowls of cereal but little did i know that it would spiral into me consuming over 6k calories in the span of three f*cking days!

i have no idea what came over me this weekend but i’ve never felt as disgusted with myself than i do now. i’ve struggled with binging for as long as i can remember but this time just felt…different. friday night i stuffed my face with so much food i had to lie down because i felt so insanely nauseous and full. it was so bad that i literally felt like i could have puked it all up by just poking my stomach. in a typical binge i always eat to excess but this time around was on an entirely different level. i felt so out of control it was like some food demon had possessed me and i couldn’t stop myself even if i wanted to :/

disappointed isn’t even the word. i feel disgusting. no amount of exercise or lax dosages could even begin to repair the damage i feel i’ve done to my body. it would be different if it had just been one day where i slipped up. at least that way i’d be able to convince myself that i had just had a “metabolism day” that would only result in mini pity party rather than an entire depressive episode of self loathing. what makes it x10 worse is that today was supposed to be my weigh-in day. today was supposed to be the day that i finally got back down to the 190s :( now who knows how far i’ve set myself back…

i don’t want to be too drastic with my next decisions because i don’t want this cycle to continue, but i really do wish i could just fast for an entire week after all of this. i’m convinced that’s the only way i could even begin to redeem myself from all of this. maybe i could consider doing a three day fast? it’s still a bit drastic for me (especially coming off of such an intense binge) but i honestly feel like it’s the only way i can keep my sanity.

i hate that this is my life. i hate that i ever let things get this bad. i hate that i could have reached my ugw ages ago if i wasn’t such a slob. i hate that i’ll probably have to suffer with this for the rest of my life. no matter how much i restrict, no matter how much i try to eat “normally”, no matter how many carbs i cut out from my diet, no matter how many cheat days i let myself have, no matter how many times i try to trick my brain into just being normal…this shit will always linger over my head just waiting to make my life as miserable and insufferable as possible.

i still have hope though—hope that at least one day i’ll have made enough progress that slip ups like these won’t be so detrimental. as depressing as it sounds, i always fantasize about the days where i’m finally at my ugw and can eat whatever my heart desires—not consistently obviously (i’ll be damned if i ever let myself regain 100+ lbs ever again) but enough that i’ll still be able to feel a little normal. when i go out to eat i won’t have to spend hours before combing through the menu for foods that fit into my cal limit. i’ll be able to eat my favorite junk foods without feeling like fat cow immediately after. maybe i’ll even be able work towards actually having a semi-healthy relationship with food? wishful thinking.

idk…i’m just tired of this being my reality. i can’t wait to look back at all of this a year from now and laugh…all i have to do is put in the work…

#its not as simple as just eating #ed bllog #tw ed diet #tw edd #disordered eating thoughts #ed but not sheeran #i wanna be small #tw ana diary #tw disordered eating #ana trigger #confessions of a junkorexic

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wolfstrong · 1 year

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UGH I’d really love to lose like 15 pounds that’s it and it sounds easy enough but I swear I got like the most stubborn body in the whole world. I’ve been like very casually trying to lose weight over the past couple months which just means like trying to avoid excessive sweets and junk food and not over eat at dinner time and I feel like I’ve been doing a pretty okay job of it yet I’ve only been dropping like one pound a month 😑😑😑 it’s so annoying when most my friends have the type of genes where they can eat whatever they like and still lose weight it’s like WHY ME! I know if I wanna actually reach my goal I’m gonna have to hunker down and cut out sugar and junk food and everything all together, but it’s sooo hard cuz I love food and all my friends and family love food and I never wanna be that person who’s like “sorry we can’t go to xyz fast food place cuz I’m on a diet” but it’s like. I’m just gonna have to do it. Cuz like I really want to man, I’ve wanted to since highschool. I’ve just always found it personally very hard to tell the people in my life “I’m trying to lose weight” like it just feels so embarrassing cuz then it’s like. Now we are all thinking about whether or not I’m fat and I feel like it comes off as self conscious. Ultimately I just have some clothes that I really would like to wear but I know they’d fit and look so much better if I dropped a few pounds 😭😭😭😭

Anyway I weigh 168 right now I’d like to weigh around 150. Seems so impossible idk what to do lol

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kawaiidarknessprincess · 2 years

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things i’m no longer doing for the rest of 2023

Inappropriat language. When I say inappropriately language I don't mean just cussing. I mean talking negative about myself, complaining or talking about my past, being too open and over sharing with people. Talking about my proublems to others , talking vulgar and gossiping.

Getting angery

I'm no longer going to get angery and say things I don't mean. I will learn to control my emotons. I will learn to always be positive and have emotional control no matter what happens. I won't get mad at others no longer at least I will try. When I get upset I would shut down. And won't be in the mood to talk.

Eating junk food

I'm not going to spend money on junk food. I love junk food like chips but it's unhealthy and eating that stuff burns a hole in my pocket. Junk food brings me joy and happiness for a short time but after awhile I feel fat from eating it. So I'm cutting out junk for awhile. This includes sugar and drinks to

Spending money I want to have money in my pocket. I'm tired of not having money and spending every dime I get. I have the mindset I will make more money and I always seem to stay lower then $100 dollars but no longer will I have that mindset.

Spending time on social media.

I spend so much time on social I feel like it changed me in a negative way . I no longer want to feel insecure because I can't look like the girl I see on Instagram or on TikTok. I don't want to waste my life no longer just scrolling.

Being aggressive is one of the things I hate most about myself . I feel as I am very aggressive. I cuss a lot and get angery. I've been told I have anger issues.

Not speaking properly

I sometimes speak with slang and I no longer want to do that. I want to learn how to speak properly and with intelligence.

Staying up late

it's bad for your health and ages you faster. Getting sleep is super important thing. But going to bed early will take some time

Talking to much

When I'm over excited or happy I talk to much. I talk on and on . I know when people talk to much it's an annoying. I'm an intovert but sometime when I'm comfortable around you I can't help it. So that's something I must definitely want to work on. I just can't help it and I hate myself for it.

masculine behaviors

I want to get rid of some masculine behaviors that I have

I want to spend time in the mirror doing a skin care routine. Painting my nails a pretty color. Just being more girly is my goal.

Speaking loudly

I just talk really loud and for me it's not cute to talk loud. Nobody should hear what I am talking about. Also answering the phone in public.

Arguing

I'm not even going to give my engery in arguing theirs no point in arguing and it's just a negative engery and arguing always ends up with one person saying something they don't mean

Interrupting I do this without realizing which I'm going to work on

Getting offended easily I just do somtimes and I just don't want to be that type of person anymore .

Being negative

I always talk about something negative. I talk negative about myself or about others. I talk about stupid politics and waste time watching TV and not practicing drawing. I complain so much I somtimes don't want to be around me

Having my walls up

I'm not going to let my walls down fast. But I am going to learn to be more soft and trust more.

Not keeping promises to myself, if I say I'm going to do something I need to do it. Not tomorrow, not next week, not next month. I need to learn to trust myself and love myself

#soft girl

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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Hi!

I love your writing so very much but I have to go anon cause I’m shy hehe.

Would you be open to writing something about a superchub!Bucky and his doting bf Steve playing around with immobility kink?

Steve spending a day stuffing Bucky until he can’t stand up from the couch, getting everything for him so he never get up for the whole of it, taunting Bucky a little bit that if he keeps this up he’ll be too big to do anything for himself but eat (they’re both a little turned on by imagining it).

Idk if that is anything you might like, but I wanted to ask bc again I love your content!

Hey!

Thank you!! 🥰

And what else is the anon function on Tumblr for? Lol sometimes you gotta peak out between your fingers while sending someone your thots, I get it!

Would you be open to writing something about a superchub!Bucky and his doting bf Steve playing around with immobility kink?

One word: YES.

But also many more words than just one-

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink with fantasy and real immobility kink, stuffing, weight gain, etc.

I love love love the idea of Bucky sitting and being doted on the entire day, getting fuller and fuller, packed tighter and tighter, belly getting rounder and rounder under that thick layer of fat 😳

However, you know what this made me think of??

It made me a think of a feedism post I saw forever ago and can't track down rn but it amounted to: wouldn't it be great if for a weekend we pretend I'm immobile? You bring me food. You feed me. You fuck me and do all the work. It's fun. It's hot. It becomes an every weekend activity. And then a vacation activity, a stay-cation in our house except... after it keeps happening, our role played immobility, eventually, I really become immobile. It takes a while for us to notice though. Because weren't still playing. So lost in the game. Until- it's not a game anymore 😳

Like, imagine that happening with this huge Bucky and Steve-? 🥴🥴🥴

It starts years back when Bucky just first gets a little, erm, husky from bulking at the gym. For this bulk he ends up not going to workout as much as he planned to because he gets super busy with work or whatever, but in his mind, he’s still bulking, so he eats like he really was bulking until… oops… he's gained like 15, maybe 20 lbs? Getting some nice fluff on top of his muscles and, oh, Bucky really likes the way it feels.

The way it feels being bigger.

The way it feels when Steve feeds him.

And he really likes this new kink he’s found on the internet while trying to figure out just how weird he was for liking those two things. Turns out... he's not all that weird. Theres a community of people around it, actually.

He introduces the kink to Steve and they dive into it fast. Steve remains a gym rat as they both were when they began dating, but he comes home and feeds Bucky until Bucky feels like he can’t move. Steve teases Bucky that he’s eating everything Steve craves but can’t have (that’s not really what’s going on, but the role-play of it gets them both hot so… what does it matter, whether its true or not?). And eventually, Steve teases Bucky that if he keeps stuffing himself, he won’t be able to move when he used to go to the gym twice a day. What a change. Bucky likes the change. He likes the idea of being pinned to one spot by his changes. He likes the contrast between all his soft, round fat and Steve's cut, hard muscles. Steve's fitness versus Bucky's fatness.

Bucky begs Steve to stuff him until he can’t move, he's so desperate to feel more of those feelings he's having surrounding his (sort of) new kink. His new body.

He begs and begs and begs.

And eats and eats and eats because Steve can’t resist his begging or his puppy dog eyes or his pouting.

With all that intense feeding, both stuffing on junk food and the red meat (for Steve's muscle/gains) and boost/gainer shakes, Bucky piles on weight criminally easy until he really is on the cusp of immobility because it takes so much effort to move. He’s so heavy.

And it's all Bucky wants for Steve to keep him as his pet glutton, unable to move and doted on by his ridiculously fit, strong, and capable boyfriend. All he wants to get larger and larger, fatter and fatter while Steve gets more fit- he's training for a marathon right now. The contrast between their bodies is endlessly sexy to them both...

They play with immobility a lot. It’s easier to play the closer it gets too.

So, playing, the most Bucky moves for a while is between the couch and the bed, heavy, plodding steps that take forever, winding Bucky while his boyfriend is right next to him, light on his feet and only breathing heavily because he’s turned on. Turned on by this because Bucky is turned on by it too; it being the heavy jiggle of all his fat as he shuffles from the bed to the couch, stuffed from breakfast in bed and now holding what part of his stomach that he can actually reach. Trying to hold himself together practically. He’s so round. He’s so stuffed but you can’t tell because his packed hard stomach is buried under all that blubber. And by the time he gets to the couch, he’s had to stop several times, pausing to gather his strength to get there.

Once on the couch, Steve brings him a gainer shake not unlike the protein shakes he makes for himself before he goes to the gym (but with about double the calories and more sugar) to “keep up his fluids”. Bucky guzzles it down like nothing. Like it's water. He’s still hot and sweaty from walking. Hot as in temperature and hot as in turned on... Steve is gonna have to use that gym-honed strength to lift his heavy, heavy tummy and fat pad up out of the way to get to his dick before long 🥵 Then, he can use his hands or put his mouth on him while Bucky rubs his upset, full tummy and contemplates how he could possibly get himself fuller. 🥴🥴 Ever hungry for the perfect feeling of being pushed all the way to his limits- about to burst he’s so bloated and full and heavy with it. Getting heavier the more he eats. The more he stuffs into his fat face.

But that’s the thing.

Bucky stays on the couch for the rest of the day- eating. He has snacks while sitting on the couch. He has lunch while sitting on the couch. He has more snacks while sitting on the couch. He has dinner while sitting on the couch. He has dessert while sitting on the couch. He… he tries to get up to follow Steve to the bedroom so they can sleep together, Steve cuddling as close as he possibly can to his big, fat, fucking huge boyfriend who's body is a pillow all over, soft, but-

Oh, shit.

Bucky moans. He can’t get up.

It’s not the first time he’s eaten himself into the inability to get up off the couch, so they camp out in the living room all night. However, it is the first time he’s done it by accident. Usually, when he can’t move from the couch to the bed it’s pretend, more of that role-play, or it’s planned in the day's events… an all-day stuffing that leaves him unable to move under the weight of all those calories. Now he just can’t move from a normal day of eating.

God.

That shouldn’t make him as hot as it does but… here he is. And Steve has to go and find his cock where it’s buried under all his blubber again.

...

In the morning - when he’s the lightest and his stomach is the least round it’ll be all day, not yet stuffed full - Bucky tries again. He grunts and then moans.

He can’t get up. 🥵😫

He can’t-

Fuck.

It’s all his fantasies (all the realistic ones) come true.

He’s eaten himself so big he can’t get off his huge, fat ass. He’s too fucking fat. So big. So large that Steve has to stretch himself out to straddle one of his huge thighs. So massive that he can’t touch the roundest part of his stomach, it’s grown out so big, so round. So vast that he’s got more than a double chin- three or four instead. So mammoth that he’s stuck in place, overwhelmed by his own body.

Steve is overwhelmed by his body too.

Sure, they could ease up and not stuff Bucky every hour (probably more like every half hour at this point) and he would drop enough weight quickly, it’s not like he’ll starve, that he could get mobility back in the snap of someone’s fingers but… this is too good. It's too good to be stuck on his huge ass with his only job to eat. It's not even his own job to rub his unbelievably massive stomach anymore. He can't reach all of it. So he can't do a good job of it. Steve has to do that instead. Bucky just gets to stuff his face and grow.

I went off-script from your prompt but I hope you still enjoyed it 🥰

#ask #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #immobility #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chubby bucky #fat bucky #mylevisdontfitanymore

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Ace, Epel: Heart of the Cards

… Yes, I made. Yu-Gu-Oh reference in the name of this piece—

I’m mildly annoyed at Ace for telling us that his birthday is actually tomorrow (which is true for some parts of the world) and then laughing at us when we believe him 🙃 If it wasn’t his birthday, I’d put him in the time out corner for being cheeky.

chisbsebdke one of Ace’s homescreen lines mentions that Leona gave him a salad 🥗??? I bet it’s something Ruggie slapped on Leona’s plate that he’s just giving away (especially since Leona gave a pen without ink to Vil for his first birthday).

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you do on your days off?”

“Nothin’ much! I usually play video games, but sometimes I’ll go to town and check out what’s new.” Ace’s eyes were as bright as glossy cherries. “Oh yeah, there’s this sweet hamburger place there!”

“Hamburger place?” Epel carefully combed through his thoughts, retrieving a foggy memory of thin cardboard crowns and fries cut into slender sword shapes. “You mean Burger Prince? The one past Muffin Man Bakery on Dreary Lane?”

“Yup, that’s the one!” Ace snapped with both hands, his fingers ending in positions that pointed toward his interviewer. “It’s a chain. There’s also one in my hometown, so I went there all the time as a kid.”

“Wow! We don’t have anything like that in Harveston. Erm... since we’re in the middle of nowhere. The first Burger Prince I ever saw was here after starting at NRC. I want to try it, but...” Epel bit his lip. “Vil-san doesn’t like it when we eat things with our hands.”

“Seriously? You’ve been missing out! Tell you what, you should come with next time!” Ace insisted, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder. He thrusted his broom upward. “You and me, Epel! We’ll take the town together!”

Then, a wink.

“Screw Vil-senpai, it’ll be our little secret!”

“E-Eh? Really?” It took Epel a few moments to gather himself—but when he did, he managed a soft laugh. “Alright, I’m holding you to your word. You’ll have to give me recommendations though. I don’t know the menu at all.”

“Everything’s pretty good, so just pick what you’ll like!” Ace paused, reconsidering his words. “But don’t get the kid’s meal, cuz there’s waaay less food in it. I used to get that all the time when I was little just cuz I wanted the free toy that came with it, but we’re not exactly little anymore.”

“No,” Epel agreed with a mischievous grin, “we’re not, are we? But I’m surprised that your parents took you to eat burgers that much. My ma and pa would’ve just said we already have food at home. Plenty of apples to go around.”

“Nah, it was my big bro that took me.”

“Your big bro...? Is that the same one you said graduated from NRC?”

“That’s him.” Ace rotated his broom by the handle, watching the flowers flounce and the moonlight bouncing off of the shiny red wrapping paper adorning them. His face was thoughtful. “Now he’s got a job and all that adult junk to deal with. We can’t hang out as much as we did before.”

He’s all set in life. He’s already got everything figured out. Compared to that… I’m still here with no idea where I want to go.

Epel eyed his expression. “… Do you miss him?”

“What?! No, I don’t!” Ace snapped (perhaps a little too quickly). “I’m not a baby, I can totally handle myself, by myself! I’m…”

No longer a kid, but not quite yet an adult. Too old for fast food toys but too young to be taken seriously by the world.

The birthday boy stopped himself and started over. “… Look—My dad, he can’t use magic, but he can do card tricks. Sleight of hand stuff. Once, he made this house of cards.”

Ace indicated with a hand, drawing it well above his head. Epel’s eyes followed him.

“It was huge. You need some serious skill to place the cards. The smallest thing can mess it up and cause the whole thing to come crashing down. The next card being laid out depends on the cards that came before to support it.

“I knew that dad would keep building it up, but I didn’t know what came after it was done. That’s kinda where I am right now: not knowing what comes after. But people are expecting me to have it all together, and I think… ‘Do I need to have it all sorted out now?’”

“Man.” Ace threw his head back and groaned in exasperation. “Ahhhh, all this ‘growing up’ stuff hurts my head to think about! I just wanna learn cool spells, not worry about this!”

There were too many possible choices, and no formula for the right one, no answers to copy or to imitate.

“Then don’t.”

Ace stared at Epel, whose big eyes glittered defiantly.

“Don’t,” Epel repeated, his mouth quirking into a smirk. “Just be your own man.

“There’s still lots of time for you—for us—to figure out what kind of people we want to be. We’re still nowhere close to the top of that house of cards. So I guess what I’m saying is…” He paused, letting his polite facade drop. “… have a lil’ more faith in yerself, wouldja?”

“Hah?! Dude, what kinda pep talk is that supposed to be?” Ace pouted sulkily—though his cheeks flared. “You’re being all mushy and it’s really weirding me out. Did Rook-senpai finally start getting to you?”

“Eheheh. You’re embarrassed.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am NOT!!”

“Are too. You’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“I’m NOT afraid of anything!”

“Yeah?” Epel stepped back and cheekily pointed up. “Then prove it. Take the first step forward. Make like the branches of an apple tree and reach for the sky. None of that little baby flying drill stuff. Show me the real deal.”

“Heh, easy!” Ace angled his broom and straddled it with a confidant, cocky grin. “Just watch this—I’ll show you just how fast and how far I can go!”

“I bet you can’t outdo me,” Epel said proudly, his head held high, “the best flier in the first year.”

Ace’s smile morphed into a smirk. “Bet.”

He winked, and shot off into the bitterly crisp night.

#Ace Trappola #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #Ace birthday takeover #spoilers #Epel Felmier #disney twisted wonderland #Burger Prince is not the actual name of the chain #I borrowed the name from Shrek 2 #… yes I also made a Shrek 2 reference #something no one asked for

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griffxnnage · 3 years

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𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛��𝚙

cw: falling/tripping

note: i don't really like sakusa's but hopefully you do!!

KUROO immediately reached out and grabbed you without blinking an eye, the majority of his focus somewhere else. you just kinda stood there, stunned at how fast he caught you. he kept walking, not realizing how far behind you were. when he finally looked up, he dashed back to you and asked, “why’d you stop?” with his adorable puppy dog eyes.

“are you, like, spiderman or something?” you blurted out, genuinely curious.

“i guess we’ll never know.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your head and linking his arm with yours. “just make sure you don’t trip over air again, ok?” that deserved an elbow to the side, and you sure as hell gave him a sharp jab to which he responded, “owwww, i’m gonna tell kenmaaaaa.” poor whiny baby.

BOKUTO watched helplessly as you tripped over your undone shoelaces, and bit it hard on the ground. you cursed under your breath, checking for injuries, and only finding minor cuts and bruises. as you were standing up and brushing yourself off, bokuto ran up to you and grabbed your face, checking if you were ok, and searching for any scratches. “oh my god, are you ok?? i’m so sorry i wasn’t able to catch you baby, you know how fast i am usually, i just seem to be a bit off today, but don’t worry, i’ll catch you next time-”

“BO!!” you interrupted his run on sentence.

“huh?” he looks you in the eyes.

“i’m ok, you don’t have to worry about me. i’m tough.” you flex your arms, but realize you actually did hurt yourself, and you winced at a sharp pain that shot through your upper body.

“tough, my ass. c’mere,” bo lifted you up bridal style, minding your mild injuries and whisking you away to watch movies and eat junk food all night.

ATSUMU was the reason you tripped. that little rascal was trying to surprise you by hugging you from behind, but you were caught off guard by the hulking figure behind you, and you yanked yourself away from him. this resulted in you falling down, and atsumu screeched. “Y/N ARE YOU OK??? I’M SO SORRY I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!!” he fell down next to you, as to not make you feel like you’re standing out. osamu walked by the two of you, and just rolled his eyes and laid down next to you. “he tripped you, didn’t he?” he groaned. you grunted a yes, and gently slapped atsumu’s shoulder. “oww, don’t do that!! i’m the one who’s making you not look like a fool! ow!! that one was harder than the last one, babyyy.” needless to say he was slapped a whole lot more after that.

SAKUSA just watched you bump into an inanimate object, and apologize to it as you fell. he adjusted his mask and murmured, “why them? why did i have to fall in love with them? what a klutz.” you heard him chuckle and you dusted yourself off to go and join him, grabbing his hand. he yanked it right back and whipped out a spray hand sanitizer and pointed it at you like a priest holds a crucifix during an exorcism.

“nope. nuh uh. stay back, you germ infested goblin!!” he backed up slowly, looking for an escape route, but while he was semi-distracted, you swooped in and pecked his cheek over his mask.

“you’re still germy,” he mumbles, his cheeks heating up nonetheless.

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uvobreakmylegs · 3 years

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Detour

I’m excited that it’s fall but i’m also sad that i won’t be able to swim anymore

Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, creepy behavior, groping, mentions of smut, kidnapping

The two guys at the gas station check out counter had been there when Phinks had first walked through the sliding glass doors, and they were still there when he approached the check out himself, having only dropped in to grab another pack of beer. The gas station clerk seemed annoyed while the two guys were pulling their pockets inside out, evidently in search of any spare change that may have been hiding on their persons. There was a sad pile of jenny and some change sitting in front of the clerk while she waited for them impatiently, and she seemed ready to push all of the money back towards them as it became more and more likely that these two didn't have enough cash for the assortment of alcohol and junk food that also sat on the counter.

Any other time Phinks would've been annoyed by the situation. But seeing as he didn't have anywhere to be, he found that he didn't really care all that much. The troupe likely wouldn't meet back up for some time which left his schedule quite open, and he had found it difficult to find something to occupy his time with while he waited for the boss to bring everyone together again.

Phinks had decided that a road trip was a decent way to pass the time. It was something he'd never really done before and so far it was easing his boredom as he had hoped it would. There was no real time limit he had set on himself or any destination that he had in mind. He'd just keep doing whatever he felt like until the novelty of the trip wore off and then go home.

“Would you like to take a few items off?”

The tired voice of the clerk cut through his thoughts, and Phinks found that there had been no progress with the two in front of him.

“No no, we need all of it,” one of the men, a redhead, insisted, “we just, uh....”

Trailing off, the man glanced over to Phinks, who was still waiting with his single pack of beer. Then the man looked over to his companion and then back to the items on the counter.

Phinks could already sense what the man was going to ask of him before he spoke out.

“Hey man,” the guy said to Phinks, “I know it sounds bad, but do you think you could spot me on this? I'm bringing this stuff back for my party. We ran out of some stuff way quicker than we expected. Can't let people down, y'know?”

The redhead started telling him how much more they needed until the clerk interrupted him to tell him off for harassing other customers for money. A mini argument started between the two, with the man insisting that he wasn't harassing anyone and the clerk disagreeing with him. The man's friend joined in shortly after and it was quickly turning into a mess.

What obnoxious fucking people.

If he was in more of a bad mood he'd have probably snapped the necks of all of them. The presence of cameras stopped him from doing that, however, as it would just be too much of a pain to go to the back and destroy the footage after. Still, even though he didn't have anywhere to be, it didn't mean that he wanted to waste his time listening to people bicker. The easiest way out of this was to just give them the jenny so they'd all shut up.

After pulling out his wallet, Phinks slid the jenny across the counter.

That shut the three of them up, and the two men were quick to express their gratitude while the clerk just looked tired.

“Thank you so, so much, man,” the redhead continued after they collected their bagged items.

“Mm-hm.”

Phinks was only half-paying attention to him as he waited for the clerk to scan the beer so he could hand her the jenny owed. That transaction went much quicker and Phinks was soon making his way to the exit.

The two men seemed to be waiting on him, though.

“Hey, since you helped us out, you wanna come to my party?” the redhead asked.

Normally his automatic response would've been to give him a flat “no”. But in this instance Phinks just shrugged.

That seemed to give the redhead hope, and he began listing the reasons why Phinks should follow them back, like his “cool house”, hot women and great beer.

Given the especially cheap brand of beer Phinks had largely paid for, he had a hard time believing that last point. He also wasn't quite sure why this guy was so insistent on getting him to come along. Was it really just because Phinks had bothered to help them out?

“Name's Stu by the way. Back there is Billy,” the redhead told him, sticking out his arm to shake hands. When Phinks didn't do the same, Stu seemed a bit dejected, yet even that didn't make him back down from inviting Phinks.

“So how 'bout it, man? You wanna come?”

“.... I'll think about it,” he told him.

“Okay, but do it fast man. My place isn't that far from here.”

Phinks nodded, and Stu ran off to the car where his friend was waiting. The other guy didn't seem as keen on Phinks as the redhead had, regarding the blonde with suspicion. Phinks could hear him saying something as the two entered the car. Stu seemed to brush him off, and then their car doors closed and Phinks couldn't hear anything else.

The two ended up pulling out of the parking lot before he did, and Phinks found himself following them as they all made the same turn onto the highway.

He still had no real urge to go to some random guy's party, especially when he found him to be pretty annoying. And if it was a party filled with the friends of someone like that, he'd probably get irritated with all of them pretty quick. Better to just ignore them and be on his way.

Although the thought of just driving aimlessly through the night wasn't all that attractive, either. He'd done that several times now, and the feeling of being the only person in the world while he drove on the empty highway had lost its touch by now.

The car in front of him veered off the highway to get onto a side road.

After a few seconds, Phinks did the same, just thinking to himself 'why not?'. It would be something different, a little detour on a trip that was meant to be a distraction, and if it ended up being something that he didn't want to bother with, then he could just leave.

Although the noise level in the house wasn't quiet, it was nowhere near ear-shatteringly loud as Phinks may have expected. At least it had that in it's favor. Other than that, it was a stereotypical frat house party, with everyone talking and drinking as they got more and more shitfaced.

The two who brought him here vanished into the kitchen, and Phinks began to make his way around the house, sipping one of the cans of beer he had bought for himself since he had no interest in the shit the host had him pay for. A girl in one of the upstairs rooms noticed the beer in his hand and begged him to share with her, even going as far as to tug on the sleeve of his jacket when he told her no. He ended up pushing her away, and though he had tried to use as little force as possible, his strength combined with her tipsiness caused her to stumble back into a wall. She was still whining about him when he walked back down the stairs, going on about how mean he was.

He thought he'd been pretty nice to her, all things considered.

It didn't take long for Phinks to lose interest in this particular distraction. Not that he'd been expecting much, but after going around the house and not even seeing anything that might be worth stealing, he figured it'd be best to leave soon. With his short temper being one of his vices, he didn't want to deal with what would happen if some drunk got on his nerves and he smashed them into the wall.

With the sights, sounds and smells became grating to him and seeing no reason to stay any longer, Phinks went about trying to find an exit. Attempting to get out the same way he came in was put to a stop when he saw how congested the front entrance had become. He could've easily pushed past all of them, but since that would likely draw a fair amount of attention, maybe it'd be a better idea to find a different way out. Phinks wandered into the kitchen, walking by Stu who tried to talk to him. A patio door leading to the backyard caught his eye and he ignored the party's host as he walked by several people to get to it.

The cool air outside felt refreshing and he let out a soft sigh as the patio door slowly swung closed. Claustrophobia generally wasn't something he had an issue with, but that seemed to change a little when he was faced with a house full of drunken strangers who didn't understand the meaning of personal space. Another nice thing was the fact that no one else seemed to be out here. He didn't think it was that cold out, but it worked just fine if the people inside thought otherwise.

He stood on a deck with an assortment of patio furniture that sat in front of an in ground pool, and when he looked to the side, he saw the gate within the fencing that surrounded the backyard.

That was his way out, then.

With no more reason to stick around, he was about to head out and back to his car-

But he paused when he heard the sound of splashing water, and he looked back to the pool.

So he wasn't the only person out here.

Some of the patio furniture had blocked you from his sight so he hadn't noticed you at first, but you were now swimming out into the center of the pool and impossible to miss. It was pretty late in the year for swimming, wasn't it? Yet you seemed to be content with yourself despite the temperature and lack of company, swimming around the pool like you owned it. Maybe you did; he wasn't sure what your relation was to the party host.

Then your eyes met, and you smiled as you greeted him.

“Hello.”

“... Hey.”

He hadn't come out to look for company. He was looking to leave.

Yet something about this situation, about you, intrigued him, and Phinks walked forward, continuing with “isn't it a little late in the season for swimming?”

“That's what everyone seems to think,” you said, “it's going to be drained tomorrow, so I wanted to swim one more time before that. It's the last chance I'll get for this year.”

“No public pools around here?” he asked.

“I don't really like public pools,” you told him, laughing a little bit as you continued “the ones around here are never clean, and I don't wanna swim around in nasty water.”

Phinks couldn't say if he really had an opinion one way or the other. He tried to avoid situations where he'd need to be shirtless in public, as the spider with the number 5 on his ribs would've been a dead giveaway for anyone who understood it's meaning. He just shrugged at you as he said “fair enough.”

Phinks now stood at the edge of the pool while you swam up to the edge.

“I don't think I've seen you before. You new around here?” you asked him.

“No. Just passing through. Helped out the host at the gas station and he invited me as thanks,” Phinks explained, “I was expecting this to be taking place at some shitty apartment; didn't think a guy like that owned a house.”

“He doesn't, it belongs to his older brother Jed. Stu just lives with him,” you responded.

“Ah.”

That made a bit more sense to him. Since he hadn't been able to buy beer from a gas station on his own, it didn't seem likely that the guy would've had his own house. So he was just leeching off of his brother.

Despite being ready to leave just minutes earlier, he found that he now had a reason to want to stay here longer. But standing and talking to you was getting a little awkward, so Phinks sat himself down on the concrete next to the pool. So far you weren't annoying compared to some of the others. And despite being by yourself beforehand, you seemed pretty open to talking with him, resting your arms on the edge of the pool.

“You friends with them, then?”

“Jed is in a few of my classes, so I'm friends with him. Not Stu, though. He's kind of an asshole. Likes to play a lot of stupid pranks.”

You rested your chin in your hand as you thought back.

“He's destroyed two of my phones so far, both times by dumping water on me,” you said, “although I guess he did repay me for both, but it's still such a hassle to go through.”

“You're nicer than I am. If some guy like that fucked up my phone I'd kill him.”

You laughed at him, not taking his words seriously.

“You seem nice enough. You helped him out, right?”

“Only because it was the fastest way to get outta there. Stupid bastard started an argument with the clerk.”

“Yeah. That sounds like something he'd do,” you said, tiredness lacing your voice.

A cheer then sounded from inside the house, and though the doors and windows were closed, it was loud enough that the both of you could hear it from outside.

“Things must be ramping up in there,” you commented.

“Guess so,” Phinks said, taking a swig of his drink after.

“Isn't it kinda weird that you're keeping to yourself with an event like this? Don't see the point in going out if you're going to avoid people,” he added.

“But isn't that what you're doing by coming out here?” you asked.

“Nah, I was getting ready to leave.”

“What stopped you?”

“I haven't done much out here beside sitting here talking to you. What do you think?”

You seemed a bit taken aback and a little embarrassed as you realized the reason, but gave him a small smile.

“Oh wow. Are you saying I managed to be charming enough to keep a guy from leaving?” you asked him.

“No. You're just not as annoying as the others I've met tonight.”

Your expression was rather blank as you took in that information.

“..... I'll take that as a compliment, then,” you said, “so what do you do?”

“What do I do?”

“For a job, or just anything in general.”

“I do a couple odd jobs here and there, I guess,” he answered, “every once in a while a bigger opportunity comes up, and I just do whatever I need to.”

It was an oversimplification of his criminal activities, and he hoped that he'd been vague enough without sounding suspicious.

It appeared that he had as you didn't seem to think it was strange.

“You mentioned earlier that you were just passing through. Are you on your way to a job or something?”

“Nah. I'm currently off-duty. And I had a lot of time to kill, so I decided to take a road trip.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” you said, “I work on campus, so I don't really get to do vacations for now. Can't remember the last time I went on one.”

“Job at least worth it?”

“Kind of? Although the other week I needed to go through something stupid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got screamed at by a lady.”

Your tone made it seem like that was something happened on a regular basis.

“For what?” he asked.

“Something with her daughter's textbooks. She ordered one that she didn't need on accident but didn't want to admit that she made a mistake, so she just let her mother yell at me for forty minutes and claim that we were the ones who fucked up.”

You sighed a little after the explanation. Evidently that situation still made you frustrated.

“.... Did she apologize after?” Phinks asked.

With a slightly wistful smile, you shook your head as you said “people like that don't apologize.”

“Sounds rough.”

It went without saying that Phinks wouldn't have tolerated anything like that. If it had been him he'd have killed them both and tossed their bodies in the trash. But he kept that rather violent thought to himself.

“Sorry you needed to deal with that,” he added.

“It's okay. It's little things that keep you going,” you said, “I've been looking forward to swimming for a while, so I'm pretty happy right now. Although I guess I'm kinda doing a job right now.”

“How so?”

“Jed's at his job right now, and since he doesn't trust Stu, he asked me to make sure nothing happens to the pool. The last time Stu had a party there was a bunch of trash in it the next morning, and it was a pain to clean up. So in exchange for using the pool, I have full permission to snitch on anyone who tosses anything.”

“Yeah? What's snitching gonna do?”

“Jed's a scary guy. Nobody wants to make him mad.”

If Phinks had felt like being more of an asshole, and if you'd been unpleasant during your conversation with him, he probably would've taken his half-finished beer can and thrown it into the pool just to upset you and also to see if your friend was as scary as you were making him out to be.

But so far he'd been enjoying himself, so as fun as that thought might have been, he decided against it.

You pulled one of your arms off of the rim and back into the water. Evidently you were getting cold, but you held on to the edge to continue speaking to him.

“So how long have you been on your trip?” you asked.

“A few weeks.”

“A few weeks? You must have been all over the place, then. Did you go anywhere in particular?”

“Not really,” Phinks answered, “didn't have any real plan when I set out. Just drove to wherever I thought would be interesting.”

“That's kinda cool,” you said, “must be nice to be able to go wherever you want without any real plan.”

“You can't?”

“Nope. Classes and work means I can't just run off whenever I feel like it.”

“Too busy getting screamed at?” he asked jokingly.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answered, laughing a little after.

You pulled your other arm back underwater and just kept a hand on the side of the wall.

“Cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Probably why most people aren't swimming this late.”

“I don't care; it's worth it,” you said, “honestly, the thought of being able to swim was what kept me going this week.”

That.... Was a little bit sad, Phinks thought to himself. That all you had to look forward to at the end of the week was a few hours to swim by yourself in the cold. There were much sadder circumstances in the world – he was certain that anyone from Meteor City would be more than happy to switch places with you – but your life must have felt empty. Although Phinks was technically in the same boat at the moment, at least being with the troupe gave him purpose. What did you have besides a shitty job and presumably a fair amount of college debt? Just the 'little things' to keep you going?

Maybe he was presuming too much; he'd only just met you after all. But it bothered him regardless.

“What are your plans for after college?” he asked.

You seemed a bit startled, and you looked away from him for the first time.

“Not really sure, actually. I'm still undecided on my major,” you admitted, “I need to figure out soon, though. I'm going to run out of the basic coursework that I need to get through, and my family is getting mad that I haven't made a decision yet.”

So you didn't have any direction and were being pressured by others. Still not the saddest circumstance ever, but if it had been him, Phinks was certain he'd have been miserable.

You clearly didn't want to keep going on about that particular subject, as you began to ask him questions about his trip, wanting to know where exactly he had been so far and how much longer he planned to drive for. The change in topics was obvious, but he decided to go along with it.

As the night grew darker while the two of you talked, he decided that he liked you. You could hold a decent conversation, even if the things you two talked about weren't all that meaningful.

You were pretty cute, too.

The party behind him still seemed to be going strong, but it was largely going ignored by you both, in part by the fact that you were still the only ones outside.

Your face lit up as a thought came to mind.

“You should come in!” you told him.

“No thanks.”

“Come on! It's really nice!”

You grabbed at his free hand, tugging on his arm lightly as you tried to encourage him to get into the pool.

“If you get my suit wet I'll drown you,” Phinks said told you.

You giggled, once more not taking him seriously. Though he was only half-serious about it at this point.

“Then take it off and come in,” you insisted.

“I don't have a swimsuit.”

“That doesn't stop most people.

“Good to know,” he said flatly.

Though you'd stopped tugging on his arm, both of your hands remained on his wrist as you looked up at him.

“Can you not swim?” you asked.

“I can swim fine,” he said, “I just don't feel like it right now.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, but you had yet to let go of his wrist.

“Should you really be that surprised with the temperature being what it is?” he asked you.

“It isn't that bad. And the pool is heated,” you insisted, “didn't think a bit of chill would scare off the most interesting person at this party, though.”

The corner of his lips curled a bit at that. He wasn't one for meaningless flattery, but he didn't mind hearing you say things like that.

“Is that why you're not letting go of me?”

“You don't seem to be doing much to shake me off.”

“I could if I wanted to.”

“So you don't want to?”

You were teasing him. And while he could tease you back, he went for a different approach.

He yanked his wrist out of your grip and grabbed your own wrist just as fast, and lifted you up until you were eye level with him. To say you were flustered by the action would've been an understatement, and your free hand grasped at the arm that held you up to lessen the weight on the arm that he had trapped.

With you partially out of the water, Phinks allowed his eyes to travel over your form, following the trails of water that dripped down your skin and imagining exactly what you looked like under that swimsuit. His grin got wider when he saw your body reacting to the cooler temperature and the way your nipples showed through the material. It hadn't been on his mind when he first approached you, but after spending time with you he found himself liking the idea of fooling around with you. Probably not in the house, and he doubted you would want to do anything in the pool due to that friend of yours you had mentioned. Maybe there was some dark corner around here where he could take you to do what he wanted.

You were squirming a little, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“It's cold,” you whined.

“Yep,” was his reply.

“Come on, let go. I'm only in a swimsuit.”

“You weren't letting me go,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn't pull you into the water.”

“Because you're too weak to do that.”

“That's not fair!”

“Don't think this is a situation where fairness matters, sweetheart.”

With that he let you go, and you dropped back down into the pool. You pushed away from the wall after, giving him a slightly sour look.

“Problem?” he asked.

“It's cold,” you repeated.

He just smirked.

“You're gonna need to deal with it at some point,” he told you.

“Yeah, but I wasn't ready for it then!”

You had to have noticed the way he looked at you, right? There was no way you were so oblivious to have not seen how he had blatantly looked you over. Yet you weren't mentioning it.

By now you were more at the center of the pool, pointedly out of his range.

“You done talking?” Phinks asked.

“No, but I don't want you pulling me out again.”

Then you looked away like you were embarrassed.

It clicked for him. You must have liked it, but you were too shy to say anything about it.

Your reluctance was cute, though Phinks knew he'd get tired of that game pretty fast.

“Come back over,” he told you.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

You shook your head.

“You're going to do that again, right?” you asked.

“Maybe.”

“Then no. I don't wanna get out yet.”

“How long are you gonna stay in there?”

“Until I feel like getting out.”

“And if I want you out of there now?”

“Then you'd have to come in and get me.”

…. Oh

That's what it was.

A ploy by you to get him into the pool.

That's what you had to mean by those words, right?

“.... What the hell,” he said to himself as he stood.

It got your attention when he began to remove his clothing, throwing them over to a few neatly folded articles of clothing that sat next to a bag on the patio, which he assumed belonged to you. You were watching him closely, and he could sense a growing interest in you when he removed his shirt. Your eyes lingered a little when you caught sight of his spider tattoo, but there was no hint that you recognized what it meant, which was preferable.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“You were looking at me earlier,” you answered defensively, “you're not allowed to get mad when I do the same.”

“Didn't say I was mad.”

You acknowledging the way he had looked at you then just reaffirmed in his head that you hadn't minded, and after stripping down to his boxers, Phinks jumped in. The water felt just as nice as you had said, but he didn't take much time to focus on it as he was quick to approach you. Within moments, he had wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, lifting you a little so you were at eye level with him. You seemed flustered again, but you didn't make any move to get away, and were resting your hands on his chest.

“I don't think you told me your name,” you whispered to him.

“Phinks.”

“Phinks,” you repeated, smiling afterwards, “I like it. It's cool.”

“Thanks,” he replied, “and how 'bout you?”

You gave him your name, which he also repeated to himself.

“Not as cool as 'Phinks', I guess,” you said.

“It suits you,” he said.

You smiled at him, then shifted slightly in his grip.

“Are you just gonna keep holding me?”

“You said I needed to come in and get you.”

“And what did you want to 'get' me for?”

Despite the question, you clearly had an idea of what Phinks was after as you began to move in closer to him. Phinks did the same, and slowly, the gap between the two of you was closed as your lips met together in a kiss.

With the heavy scent of pool chemicals that surrounded you two, it was hard to smell much else, but your lips were soft against his. The kiss was a bit tame for his liking, but he let you do what you wanted for now as you readjusted your arms so they were wrapped around his neck.

One of his hands slid down your back to reach down and squeeze your ass, and you gasped into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment before you pulled away, your hand over your mouth as you looked away in embarrassment.

“I'm not sure we should do much more here,” you said, glancing up at the house behind him, “there are people watching. I'm not into that.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked. It didn't surprise him much that you two might have attracted an audience, and when he heard the door to the patio open from behind him, he chose to ignore it.

“I don't think we'll get much privacy here, so how about my place?” you asked.

“Do you usually bring home strangers?”

“Only the really cool ones.”

He grinned.

You were leaning in to kiss him again when you suddenly froze and turned your attention to something behind Phinks.

“Don't do that!” you yelled.

Phinks turned his head just in time to see his and your clothes land in the water, with the guy who'd invited him – Stu, he remembered – pointing and laughing after having thrown them. The annoying woman from earlier, the one who had whined at him for his can of beer, was also there, standing behind Stu and running off with him towards the gate in the fence.

Phinks saw red.

He let you go and swiftly exited the pool, following after the two even as the chill of the night air nipped at his skin. He barely felt it, and he didn't give a shit that he was running around barefoot either. All of his focus was on catching up to those two assholes who'd dumped his clothes in the pool.

He was angry enough that he didn't notice the sound of feet following after him.

The two perpetrators were in an alleyway between two rows of houses, drunkenly laughing their asses off. Their demeanor didn't change when Phinks caught up to them. The woman actually began to laugh harder, probably because Phinks was still wearing only his boxers.

Stu was trying to contain himself a bit, and put his hands up as an offering of peace.

“Hey man, it wasn't anything personal. Just a prank,” he said, “you can use the dryer, and I'll lend you some clothes-”

His sentence was cut off when Phinks grabbed both sides of his head and twisted it completely around, the cracking of his broken neck ringing out in the empty alley.

The sight of Stu falling to the ground with his head facing the wrong way had the woman instantly sober up, and she looked to Phinks as she opened her mouth to scream.

Barely a whisper of sound was able to escape as he did the same thing to her, and now Phinks was standing half-naked in an alley with two dead bodies.

“Obnoxious fucking people,” he muttered to himself.

Then there was noise that came from behind him.

Phinks turned and saw the other guy who'd been at the gas station on the ground, his arms barely supporting himself as his eyes were wide at the sight of his friends dead before him.

His eyes widened even further when he spotted the spider on Phinks' ribs, clearly recognizing what it meant as he whispered “oh my god.”

Make that three bodies, Phinks thought to himself as he rushed forward to snap his neck as well.

Three bodies that he needed to get rid of. If anyone else from the party came out here and found them, the police would be called immediately. He had no intentions of staying here any longer, but it'd be best to put a bit of distance between himself and the crime scene before the police were inevitably called.

He was dragging the other guy by his ankles and in the process of collecting the woman's body when someone walked out into the alley through one of the other entrances. An older woman, who was definitely not from the party and had come from another house, carrying a bag of trash walked out in front of Phinks, and like the guy right before, her eyes grew wide as she saw the sight of the dead before her.

She made a move to run back to her house, but Phinks picked up a pebble that he infused with nen and launched it at her head. It traveled through her skull and the fencing beside her, and blood sprayed out from the exit wound and splattered onto the fence as well as she fell to the ground.

This was turning into a goddamn mess, and after Phinks had thrown now four bodies over into a different backyard, he heard a voice calling out “mom?” from the direction that the woman with the trash bag had come from.

Fuck this. He needed to go.

When he returned to the backyard to retrieve his clothes, he found you on the patio. You were holding his jacket over the concrete, desperately trying to wring out the water that had soaked it completely. You were visibly shivering as you did so, with goosebumps running up your arms and your teeth chattering. He noticed his pants hanging off the fence that surrounded the patio, and while they weren't dry by any means, you had clearly done your best to get the water out of them. Meanwhile your own clothes laid in a soggy heap by your equally soaked bag.

You noticed him when he walked closer.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. You looked guilty for some reason.

“You didn't do it,” Phinks said, considerably calmer now.

“No. But I made a big deal about you getting in with me, and with Stu around I should've been paying attention. I'm really, really sorry.”

He was about to tell you to stop apologizing when he heard a shout coming from the direction of the alleyway.

Fuck. He forgot that he needed to leave.

Luckily you were the only one who noticed, as the rest of the party goers still had the doors and windows securely shut. He pulled on his pants and his sopping wet tank top, and the sensation of wearing those wet clothes was just as unpleasant as he had anticipated. At least his shoes were still dry.

You were still holding his jacket, looking confused as you looked off in the direction where you'd heard that voice. Phinks was about to just take it from you and leave, but when he looked you over again, he thought over the things you two had talked about, the things you had said and how you'd acted around him, and he came to a split second decision.

Grabbing your clothes and bag, he shoved them into your hands before he grabbed one of your arms and pulled you after him. You seemed startled, but you didn't question him as you were too surprised to think of anything to say. He led you out through the backyard and down to where he had parked his car, opening the passenger side door and pushing you inside. He then walked around to the driver's side, and within moments you both were speeding out of the neighborhood.

By the time he came to the highway there was a strong smell of pool chemicals that filled the car, and both of the front seats were slowly soaking up the excess water that dripped off of the two of you.

You seemed to be in a mild state of shock, as you had yet to say anything. You just sat in your still wet swimsuit looking rather confused while you still held onto the soaked clothing Phinks had forced onto you.

After a while you shuddered and finally spoke up.

“Do you think you could turn up the heat?” you asked him.

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

Phinks turned the heat up all the way, and after a few moments you seemed to relax a bit, though now you were glancing over at him while smiling nervously.

“Uh, so, there's a lot that I should probably be questioning,” you began, “but I'll start with if you knew why there was yelling?”

Should he lie? No, that might be weird if he pretended not to know.

“I punched that guy in the face. I think I broke his nose,” he told you, “that was likely his friend after he saw him.”

“Ah. Okay,” you said, “that's..... Not very good, but I think I get why you did that. You're gonna get charged with assault, though.”

Fat chance.

“I'll deal with that when I come to that,” he answered, “sorry if I put you in a tough position.”

“It's okay. Well, not really. But Stu's pranks have always been pretty bad and what he did was shitty, so I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Think you can forgive me?”

“... Yeah, I think so. Just promise you won't do anything like that again.”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you said as you nodded, “so second question: where are we going?”

“.... Not sure. Didn't have much of a plan besides getting out of there and going back to what I was doing,” Phinks admitted.

“So you're just back to driving around going wherever?”

“Seems like it.”

“Why did you bring me along?” you asked.

“.... Didn't want that to be the last time I saw you,” he said.

“Oh.....”

His answer ended up making you flustered again, and while you did seem to be holding some reservations about him with his admission of violence and the fact that he really had just kidnapped you, he could see you rationalizing everything in your mind and convincing yourself that this wasn't all that bad.

It was preferable if you did that. It made taking you with him a lot easier.

“Luckily for me I don't work tomorrow,” you said, “and since the day after that is Sunday and the campus store isn't open then, I also have that day off. So I think it's okay if I drive around with you for a bit. Just get me back by Sunday night, alright?”

“Don't worry. I'll get you back safe and sound,” he told you, and you visibly relaxed at his words.

You were a little naive, a little too trusting. But that was fine. Phinks liked that about you.

“Okay so third question,” you announced as you looked down at the wet clothes in your lap, “what should we do about this?”

“Right. Let me pull over.”

He stopped the car beneath a streetlight, and you sat sideways on the passengers seat while you held the clothes out of the car and wrung the water out of them as best you could. Phinks took the opportunity to change after you handed him his jacket, and he threw the mostly damp clothes in the backseat.

Glancing over at you, he did appreciate how much your swimsuit showed off while you tried to dry out your own clothes. But while he liked the idea of you staying as you were for the rest of the trip, you probably wouldn't be as big of a fan of that. Going over to his trunk once more, he dug around through his bag before he found what he was looking for.

“I don't have anything that will fit you well,” Phinks said as he made his way over to you, “but this should cover you up.”

What he handed you was the long white robe he wore on occasion, usually for combat or missions.

You seemed a bit surprised when you saw it, but you accepted it gratefully. Your gaze went to the jeweled eye that hung near the neck of the garment, and he heard you mumble about it being pretty.

He wondered briefly what you might think of the snake headpiece he usually wore with it, but the time for that would come later as you were currently slipping his robe over your head.

“Thank you,” you told him again as you threw your clothing in the back as well.

Then your attention went to your bag, and you frowned.

“What's wrong?”

In response to his question, you tilted your bag to the side and water began to pour out of it.

“Ah.”

“How much do you wanna bet that my phone is dead?” you asked as you reached inside.

As was expected, your phone screen stayed black when you hit the power button, and you sighed.

“And that's phone number three that Stu has destroyed.”

“Don't worry. It won't happen again,” he told you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You tossed the now useless phone into your bag and looked back up to him as if to say “so what now?”

Phinks had an idea for that.

“Wanna go to a motel?”

“A motel? Wow, you sure know how to treat someone,” you said sarcastically.

“You really think I can get you into a nice hotel with you looking like that? You don't even have shoes,” he said.

“I didn't get a chance to grab them,” you responded, though you seemed to concede a bit.

“Could we stop somewhere tomorrow so I can get shoes or something?”

“I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe if that's what you want.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head and saying that you didn't need that.

Before too long, Phinks was back in the drivers seat while you watched the streetlights as the car passed them by, your fingers idly playing with the jewel on his robes as you did so. He had turned down the heat and turned on the radio, and though it still felt strange to be sitting in the wet seats, it wasn't bothering either of you as much anymore. The smell from the pool was mostly gone after driving a bit with the windows opened just a crack.

Except for the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction, you were the only ones on the highway.

“How far are you gonna drive?” you eventually asked.

He wanted to get out of the state at least. Phinks didn't want to deal with a confrontation with the law while also taking you along with him. He wanted to get as far as he could while you were still cooperative, and whenever you realized that there was no chance he'd be taking you back, he'd go to more extreme measures of keeping you with him. Your phone being dead was a good thing for him; you wouldn't be able to try and get help as easily.

“I think we've passed by three or four motels already,” you added, “was there something wrong with them?”

“No. Sorry. I got a bit distracted,” Phinks replied, “I've come to really like the highway at night. There's something soothing about it, I guess. Wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You nodded in response and looked back out the window, your fingers still playing with the jeweled eye.

“Can I borrow your phone at some point tomorrow? I need to call someone just so everyone back home knows I'm okay. Don't want them to worry,” you said to him.

“Sure,” he said.

Arguing with you over that would seem strange. He'd just need to avoid that subject tomorrow.

He noticed when you yawned.

“Getting tired?” he asked.

“A little,” you said, laughing a little as you added, “this wasn't how I was expecting my night to go.”

“Same here.”

“I hope you decide to stop soon. I might not be up for it tonight if you're planning on continuing where we left off at the pool when we reach that motel.”

“That's fine. We'll have all day tomorrow, right?”

His words made you embarrassed again, and you shyly answered with a yes as you smiled to yourself.

So that was the plan, then. Drive as far as he could tonight, fuck your brains out tomorrow, then get away further before you figured things out. You would likely object, not liking the idea of being taken away from everything you'd ever known. But he was certain that after spending enough time with him, you'd prefer it. Your current life wasn't any good, but he was prepared for you to not understand that at first. And if he needed to tie you up and shove you into the trunk to keep you compliant, he could do that. Seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan.

You were yawning again.

“Get some sleep if you need to,” he said, “I'll wake you up when I find a place I like.”

You nodded. Soon after he saw you settling back into the seat and closing your eyes as you attempted to get some rest.

He liked the sight of you next to him, sitting in his clothes while you nodded off in his car. And when he turned his attention back to the empty highway, he was once again hit with the feeling like he was the only one in the world. A feeling that only came with seeing an area that was typically full of people seem completely abandoned.

But this time, though, he wasn't alone.

#reader insert #yandere #yandere hxh #phinks x reader #yandere phinks #phinks magcub #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader

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ballorawan740 · 3 years

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Reader - McDonald's Sprite (REQUESTED)

Requested by: @katnotmore123

Bro y'all be simping for Sprite and I'm here simping for 7Up...

I mean I like them both but I just prefer 7up over Sprite... It's like comparing Pepsi and Coke ngl but with a more subtle difference

SCP 073 (Cain)

You came back to the foundation one day with a cup of iced drink and Cain had asked what you were drinking and you showed him

He was mildly confused but soon understood the beverage since he had seen them somewhere on the web (no, not the hub, an advert from McDonald's)

You asked if he wanted to try some and he did, so you gave him a sip

You were slightly annoyed and surprised since you drove over an hour and hadn't had anything to drink and the last thing you wanted was someone taking your drink

But since it was 073, you made it an exception since you hadn't expected him to have any food or beverages outside of site 17

You figured that he had enjoyed it as he reminisced his past about being able to eat plant-based food but no longer could

You felt bad and agreed to get more when you next go back

The researchers had wondered if the drink had ever rotted in his mouth but realise moments later that it's mainly made out of artificial ingredients aside from the natural flavourings

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

I have high doubts that you would be able to persuade Abel to drink such a plain beverage, so you had devised a plan to get him to try

You made a bet with Abel in which the loser has to finish off the drink, not that you'd complain (you unhealthy mf), but you really wanted him to give it a try

Abel accepted and had very much lost the bet

He had taken a sip and you noticed that he's enjoying the drink and teased him

He spat it out and flat out denied it (like the tsundere he is) but continued drinking it anyways

Some of the researchers monitoring Abel's cell found it rather amusing that he enjoyed such a "plain beverage" and did try to tease him about it

Let's just say it didn't end very well as it resulted in somebody's head being chopped off

You both had agreed that if Abel stops trying to breach his containment and be more cooperative, you or somebody else in your team would buy him more Sprite from McDonald's (and by 'buy', I mean kidnapping the whole chain's Sprite dispenser)

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

999 would most definitely take the drink out of your hand since his little tingles tell him that whatever you were drinking was sweet

And he was very much right

You were slightly shocked but wasn't surprised since he does have quite a sweet tooth

Every now and again, SCP 999 would ask if you had any more of those drinks and would even ask what they were

You had explained to him that it's a lemon and line flavoured soft drink created by the Coca-Cola company (the more you know right?)

He was intrigued and sweetly requested if you could buy him more and you obliged

You would use your time off to buy a dozen of Sprites from McDonald's and would sometimes buy other soft drinks like Coke and Fanta for 999

Needless to say, you had an orange blob as your personal pet who would give you unlimited hugs since you spoiled him with so many drinks

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

This mf of a lizard right here is just as stubborn, if not even more than Abel, and would reject trying that beverage at all for the whole entire week

You had to bribe him and the researchers were laughing their socks off from this interaction you both got going

He did give in but was rather hesitant at first

Once you poured some into his mouth, he seemed slightly disgusted from the taste

He would just sit still for a moment as to contemplate then stuck his tongue out as a sign of disgust

But bring the cheeky person you were, you spilt more into his mouth which led to him farting for the next few hours to which everyone laughed

Dr Bright heard the commotion and came to see what was happening

Let's just say he encouraged you to carry on if you want your head cut off but found it amusing regardless

In short, don't ever give him Sprite unless you want to torture him

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Does this bird doctor even drink?!

You mention multiple times about human food and how delicious they are

Mainly McDonald's Sprite and their food since its rather popular

ESPECIALLY THEIR CHEESE BITES/STICKS!!! HAVE YALL EVEN TRIED THEM!? THEY'RE DELICIOUS AF!!!

OMG they've released the garlic ones but I preferred the normal Mozzarella sticks and cheesy bites though

Anyways, back to Sprite, our side chick

049 would be intrigued about this 'Sprite' since you spoke so passionately about it like your life depended on it and requested you to get him one for a try and so you did

When he drank it he was surprised at the foreign taste

He asked if there were more beverages like it and you answered honestly, carrying on with your love for McDonald's and offered to buy him some for a try

Basically, 049 would give it a try since you spoke so passionately for them

He wouldn't necessarily hate it, but he wouldn't love the drink as much

I'd say he would be intrigued to try something new outside of his role in curing the pestilence

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

I am so sorry guys, I'll have to make 035 hella short since I can't think of anything interesting for him

DO YALL THINK THIS BOI CAN EVEN TRY?! JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! HE'S A BLOODY MASK!!!

The closest thing for him to try the drink is if you gave his now possessed body some beforehand so 035 could telepathically understand the taste

Like if you just straight up gave him the drink I don't think he would be able to drink it even if he wanted to

If the now dead body never had Sprite, then you ould just describe the tase to him in form of arts (I like to imagine 035 would be into arts, especially performing arts since he's basically a theatre mask)

SCP 105 (Iris)

Our girl here has a high chance that she might have tried McDonald's Sprite

But she just prefers healthier foods (this healthy mf knows that y'all can't keep healthy, that's why she's here to start your New Year's Resolution which is to stay healthy)

You both would recommend food which is healthy or unhealthy and would try them

Iris is more than capable of controlling her diet, but you, on the other hand, have a hard time doing so (don't lie, we all know y'all like junk food)

So, you both compromised in which you can have junk food as a reward, namely your favourite beverage, Sprite

You just love the citrus flavoured, colourless beverage so much that Iris would have to hide the drink from you (ah yes great promotion from me XD)

What would you do without our girl, Iris, eh? (Die from overeating unhealthy food which causes heart attacks and strokes, of course, fun!)

Anyways, sometimes when you're the one going out, you would be the one to buy a few dozen bottles of Sprite from McDonald's (bro do they even sell bottled drinks? Ik they do in KFC from where I live OwO)

Iris would drop dead from the sight of you bringing in so many Sprites into the foundation

She would most likely drink some with you, not because she likes them, god no

It's because there's no more room to store them and she's just a little bit thirsty

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man would be so confused by all this food and drinks from the outside world

His first impression of McDonald's was that of a circus since you've shown him the older advertisement for McDonald's since it fits his age (love you 106!!! Not)

And then you gave him a menu, and god did he not have any glasses (boi he do be needing to go to Specsavers fr)

He read Mozzarella Sticks as mosasaurs pricks, the Spicy Veggie One as spicy vag- and what's worse is that he read Double Quater Pounder as double quantum pounding (he even read Coke wrong!)

You and the foundation staff burst out of laughter at his 20/20 eyesight

So one day, you returned to the foundation with some Sprite in your hands in hopes that 106 would give it a go and so he did

He found the flavour somewhat new and strange but still enjoyed it nevertheless (this boi here do be a man of culture, am I right?)

Anyways, 106 loved it so much to the point that during one of the breaches, he disappeared from the foundation and reappeared with 10 boxes of Sprite

The researchers then realised afterwards that 106 had used his pocket dimension to teleport to the nearest McDonald's and stole the boxes of Sprite without even paying

They were even more surprised to find that the workers there were ordinary humans and weren't even fazed about 106 teleporting to their business (Sames here bro! If anyone stole my food/drinks I'd be pissed too regardless of who it is!!! Food is food!!!)

You basically made him addicted to Sprite

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

(Imma be honest here, idk if this guy eats since he's facing the wall and covering his face like 99% of the time unless some guy saw his face)

You were sat in 096's cell and was debating on what food to get from McDonald's

096 was curious about what you're talking about since he heard you mumbling bout food from this so-called "McDonald's"

So you explained to him the concept of food and that generally speaking, unhealthy foods are tastier and typically served quicker in at places like McDonald's

Imma be real here, I like Burger King's chilli cheese bites a tiny bit more since the McDonald's at my place is stuck with garlic cheese bites atm

It's not like I hate them, but I just prefer the old ones, but it's nice that McDonald's changes up their food every now and then

Anyways, back onto our side chick

You bought your favourite Sprite along with the double quantum pou- quarter pounder

096 was upon curious and so you let him have a bite of your quarter pounder and your Sprite

Let's just say that 096 found it weird and didn't ask about human food again

Dr Jack bright

Jack Bright is very much aware of McDonald's and other fast-food chains since he does have a fair share of memories of eating them with his family and because the bodies he possesses do be unhealthy af (just like you)

You were talking about food with one of your co-workers and Bright just so happened to be nearby and butted his head into the conversation

Your co-worker also just happened to leave for a meeting so you're both stuck together talking about McDonald's

Sometime later, you bought to the foundation some food, including Jack's favourites as he had mentioned not long ago

You both tried each other's food and he was mesmerised by the Sprite since it's been a while since he had it

So whenever you went back, you would buy a larger bottle of Sprite for Jack since he wouldn't have much free time and needed to drink more anyways

Sometimes, when you're both talking about food, you'd make up puns for them or just laugh at your misinterpretations since you're just as blind as a bat (btw I've read somewhere that bats have good vision, they just use echolocation a lot)

Some of the things you both would say would be "Did you hear that McDonald's gave all their employees large laptops for Christmas? They were Big Macs" and "Hey, Ronald McDonald - been watching any good clown movies? Ronald: I'm loving it"

One time, he smacked your bum and casually said to you "Girl, this quarter-pounder will take you to a whole different level of experience" and then left

Dr Simon Glass

Another doctor who has knowledge of fast foods

He's similar to Bright in a way as he doesn't leave the facility as often as he likes since he's constantly busy

Also, he would make terrible jokes and puns using wordplay

When you told him about your favourite drink, Sprite, Glass immediately said "I went to the store to get eight cans of Sprite. When I got home, I realized I’d only picked seven up"

You just looked dumbfounded at his puns and laughed as he continued

He did manage to take a sip and drank the whole can of Sprite instead

You even bought some wrap with extra mayo and told Simon about your friendly chat with the waitress/cashier and mentioned her former co-workers

And you died on the inside because his only reply was "She should go back sometime to ketchup with her old co-workers or she mayo not want to"

To shut him up, you have decided that buying him Sprite would work and it kinda did

Only for a short while though

Dr Alto Clef

Clef is well aware of the fast-food chain called McDonald's

It was hard to ignore it as a lot of people younger than him had kept talking about it, even you

Even worse if it was you talking about McDonald's since you have an obsession with their Sprite

Poor Clef was confused as he assumed that all lemon/lime flavoured drinks were the same

Oh boy was he wrong

You came back with your lunch from you know where and 2 bottles of Sprite

One was from McDonald's and the other from Lidl along with some of your favourite pastries, like croissants and toffee yum yums

You had him try all the foods and both Sprites and he finally gave in to the fact that McDonald's Sprite tastes more superior than the other

Not only that, he made dirty jokes and puns about the food in McDonald's

Like "Baby, you got more legs than a bucket of McDonald's", "Come over to my house and I’ll give ya a happy meal", "Do you work here? Because I’d like to order some fries with that shake" and "Girl when I am done with you, you won't be looking for no toys in this happy meal"

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Benjamin Kondraki would be the type of person who would be reluctant to try but would anyways since you asked so kindly and gave them those eyes

And by that, I mean a death glare

NGL he doesn't seem like the type of fella to be eating a ton of unhealthy food

I mean he doesn't necessarily eat salad or anything overly healthy, but he does have a balanced diet for the most part and does treat himself sometimes, but not too often

You magically crept up behind Kondraki and scared him unintentionally but you still laughed anyway because you're evil

He looked down and realised that the packaging was from McDonald's and you were holding a familiar clear bottle in your other hand

You were kind enough to share your food with him and he thoroughly enjoyed it

Then after that, you forced him to drink some Sprite since he has PTSD from your unhealthy obsession with it

And yes, he did end up drinking it

And no, he didn't like it nor did he hate it

You were upset that you thought he shot you down about Sprite but quickly regained your happiness since he did tell you about the drink being just above average

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chubbology · 3 years

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The Munchies

prompt: a stoner feedee's girlfriend uses him to test out new edibles and deals with his munchies

Remmy returned home from visiting relatives on the last day of December, and he was very glad to be back. They’d fed him well and his pants were tight, but all the small talk and bad vibes had been as much of a drag as usual.

He opened the door to his apartment and breathed in a familiar, potent scent.

“Baby!” Brianna ran from the kitchen and tackled him.

“Happy almost New Year! Wanna hear my resolution? Baking and getting baked. Check it out.”

She brought him over to the counter, where she was almost done filling up three containers of what Remmy had no doubt were various edibles. He ignored the kitchen mess.

“I’m liking what I see,” Remmy laughed.

She preened and then pinched his love handle. “I bet you do."

"These aren’t your typical brownies, though," she said. "This is gourmet.” She kissed her fingertips in a muah.

The first container was full of moist shortbread, the second with a kind of apple crumble dish that looked divine. Last but not least, the third had a jumble of what like peanut butter cups.

“Try something!” Brianna gushed. She seemed to be a little floaty already. “You’re gonna be my new taste tester. I think I could really be good at this. Make some cash, too.”

So Remmy tried one of the peanut butter cups. His eyes widened, and he smiled. “Bri, these are incredible.” He ate another.

“Take it easy. Two should get you stoned. So says the recipe anyway.” Brianna rubbed his pudgy forearm as he eyed the rest in the container, biting the inside of his lip. “Hey. If you’re just hungry, I can fix that. You wanna eat?”

“I’m starving,” Remmy said. A lie, since he’d had a big lunch before driving back. But he could eat.

“Okay, I’ll get you something! Pay day was Monday. Let’s splurge. What do you want?”

McDonalds, Remmy’s mind supplied easily, in an almost salacious tone. His relatives thought they were too good for McDonalds, and now his body thrummed with the desire to just get a truckload of those greasy combos and revel in the guilt and satisfaction of eating every last unhealthy bite.

Then again. Brianna probably wasn’t okay to drive right now, he didn’t feel like getting back in the car, and the scale told him he’d hit 240 recently, “Let’s just order in.”

“Sounds good to me.”

That night, as they ignored the idiots on television bringing in the New Year, the two of them picked at the apple crumble - which tasted as brilliant as Remmy had suspected - and lounged around, enjoying their high. Brianna barely touched her Chinese takeout, and Remmy ate all of his. Then hers. Then he started grazing the kitchen for more food.

Over the course of the next week, the two of them finished off the rest of what she made, plus some more recipes that turned out delicious. Brianna got a pleasant high every time, and Remmy enjoyed the edibles, too, although his experience was slightly different. It was just—

He just—

He got hungry. Munchies but on unholy overdrive. Cranked to eleven and a half. With every high, Remmy became a little more overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food he felt compelled to pack away, savory and sweet. Takeout and fast food and quarts of ice cream. Nuts and fruits, too. Jar of peanut butter here. Tub of icing there. He’d never been very active, so it came as no surprise when his clothes began stretching over his chest and belly and thighs and ass. He popped a button getting dressed one morning and couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of the day. He hadn’t realized it would happen so quickly, his body converting all the calories into flab. Flab that padded him out chubbier than he already was, and then more on top of that. In the mirror, he started to look big.

Brianna seemed unfazed by her boyfriend’s growing girth. She took to her baking resolution with as much gusto as she did anything that interested her, and even into March, April, and May, she was selling the edibles well and raked in money that almost made her day job obsolete. Remmy was constantly praised for being “the bestest taste tester ever” and enjoyed a steady stream of free highs to balance out the lows of spending most of his time working his IT job from home.

Working, gaming, watching old movies. Remmy already stayed sitting most of the day, but as he gained weight, gained a lot, filling out his desk chair to its limits, crumbs becoming his constant companion, he felt even less like standing up. His weight climbed to 280, 290, 300.

June, July, and August passed uneventfully, and pretty happily, too. Brianna stopped asking him what food he wanted from the grocery store and just bought him things. Bought him things she knew he’d eat when he got high, things that made his ass spread wider on the couch, his arms round out like sausages, his pudgy chest start to really droop. The scale said 320, 330, 340.

Remmy gave up trying to gain control of the new appetite Brianna’s heavenly edibles seemed to install in him irrevocably. When he craved, he ate, and he ate. And like a dam breaking, his body surged with so much excess fat he began spilling out of even his newest clothes.

He was a little ashamed, sure. But quite a few of his relatives were fat, so they couldn't talk, and it felt like sweet revenge to embarrass his irritating parents by becoming so overweight. As for everyday life, well, he just moved around from room to room slower, wore the same stretchy clothes a lot, and that was it. Remmy did mention his weight in passing sometimes to gauge Brianna’s feelings about it, but Brianna only ever giggled, called him cute, and passed him her venti sugary monstrosity of a coffee concoction, which he thoughtlessly sucked down to the dregs, ingesting a thousand-plus calories just like that. This made her eyes sparkle, huge and utterly endeared.

“Like a piggy,” she said, thumbing his fat cheek. “Always willing to eat.”

In bed, she made it clear she liked him the way he was, and was becoming. And it wasn’t long before Remmy realized he was into how big he was becoming, too.

They continued like this. Getting high together and watching movies and making out and snacking. Well, Brianna snacked. Remmy feasted. Gorged himself, to put it precisely, with Brianna’s enthusiastic help. “You look good soft,” she’d tell him, playing with belly fat that his stretchiest t-shirts couldn’t cover anymore.

Remmy would swallow another bite of a snickers and spread his huge thighs a little, with effort. “You call it soft, but I’m the one who gets tired moving from the office to the kitchen.” I’m so heavy, he wanted to say. God, I’m so heavy.

“Just move your computer to the kitchen then,” she said. “Duh.”

It was a seed planted that came to fruition a month later - when Remmy’s food cravings became unmanageable and his weight climbed past 360 - that he felt he would simply be more productive during his day job if his breaks to get food from the kitchen were shorter.

By November, whether he was high or not, Remmy was grazing all day, everyday. What Brianna got from the store became insufficient, and he started a habit of ordering take out most days. In big portions. His scale creaked at 375. When Brianna wasn’t home, he sometimes ate takeout on the scale to see if the number would rise.

On Remmy’s birthday in early December, Brianna made a fresh batch of his favorites again: the peanut butter cup edibles. After ordering pizza for delivery, she got in the shower, and Remmy scarfed down three of the big cups as soon as they cooled. Then he waited, leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone, belly hanging, feet hurting. He didn’t want to go to the effort of sitting on the couch and getting back up again when he could just stay in the kitchen, where he knew he’d end up anyway.

He scratched his supple underbelly. Found a pack of Twizzlers and started eating those.

Soon enough, his breathing slowed as he felt the high slowly come over him. And, as expected, his whole body immediately began to tingle for satiation. Fattening food sung to him from the pantry and fridge and freezer all at once, and it was all going to make him so huge and heavy he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own wide feet, but he wanted it anyway.

He didn’t care if he was pushing 390 now. He’d blown up, yeah. Inflated from a thick guy to obese and waddling. At this point, he was so pumped so big with blubber that he couldn’t twitch without jiggling, but so what? He was hungry. Being high made him want to consume, and so he did. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

Remmy opened the fridge and took out his birthday cake, which Brianna must have stuck in there after getting home from work. He couldn’t wait to eat it properly. There was no way he could wait until after the pizza came. Besides, it was his birthday. Remmy took off the plastic lid of the round, triple chocolate cake and felt his nerves light up with anticipation. He was going to eat it all, and there was no stopping him.

He found a knife and cut himself a slice three times the size any reasonable person would take. Desperate to get the goodness into his mouth without delay, he skipped a fork and bit right into the gooey, dense cake and mouse and fudge. God, Brianna was so perfect for getting him the unhealthiest cake imaginable. She knew he didn’t care if he was ten pounds heavier tomorrow, if his fat ass ripped his sweatpants open, if he ate so much he couldn’t haul himself to bed—she knew he needed this.

He ate slice after slice, and it was mostly gone when Brianna got out of the shower, looking sexier than usual in her matching purple lingerie. She’d gotten chubbier with so much junk food in the apartment, and fat clung to her in all the right places. But her pudge was a far cry from his angry-red stretch marks and neck rolls. Hell, his moobs had grown bigger than her tits.

She found him in the kitchen, eating and holding his drooping belly, and she rubbed his back, cooing at him when he apologized.

“It’s okay. I figured you wouldn’t be able to wait all night. How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Remmy said, but all he could think about was getting his next bite. As she watched him, he tried to hold out. Tried to prove he could stop eating for two seconds. Three seconds, four - his resolve broke and he crammed the rest of a slice into his mouth and chewed, choking back a moan.

“You get the munchies so bad, don’t you?” Brianna grinned and leaned against his belly, patting and cupping his weighty breasts in the way she knew pleased him. “Let’s get you sat down. I’ll bring you what you need. Just sit and relax and watch whatever you want.” They moved to the couch and Remmy sat, the cushions wheezing, his thighs and belly quivering. Brianna tucked the remainder of the cake into his pudgy hands. “Don’t worry about a mess. It’s your birthday. And there’s more where that came from.” She winked. “I just needed to keep this cake refrigerated because it’s fancy. There’s a whole sheet cake on top of the fridge that’s cheap and huge. Covered in icing. Perfect for munchies.”

Remmy could only feel a wave of relief at this news. There would be more cake. And after that, there’d still be more junk in the cabinets. There was pizza coming. His high was just right. Brianna turned on the television to his favorite show and he settled further back into the cushions, feeling his second chin swell out and engulf his first. Everything was just right. He was lucky to have Brianna and food. So much food.

A year later, around the same time, Remmy skipped his usual trip to see his relatives for the holidays. At 520 pounds, it was simply too much effort to move.

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multiversxwhore · 3 years

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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟬𝟭, 𝟬𝟮

Pairings: Eddie Brock x Black!oc

Warnings: None

Genre: Drama, light romance, light comedy

Eddie Brock: Chocolate covered kisses

03 Send Noods pt 1

I wish I would have asked Eddie if we could go out tomorrow night instead so I wouldn’t have to scramble to get ready. As usual, I got too excited and said yes before thinking. When I opened my apartment door, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the sight before me. My boss, and friend of almost two years, laid out on my sofa. She looked like she got the shit beat out of her…which is unusual, considering she’s indestructible.

“What the hell happened to you?” I question throwing my stuff down by the door, I step out of my sneakers, and walk over to the fridge. Like the good friend I am, I quickly whip up from dinner, checking the time it’s only 4:30.

“Matt Murdock is what happened to me, who knew a blind man could get you into so much bullshit,” Jessica complained as she switched her sitting position on the couch. I wanted to laugh, but I held it in because I knew she was genuinely hurt. “Funny how karma works, you know what they say…karma is a blind crime-fighting lawyer.” I joke, Jessica sneers at me from the living room. Satisfied with my humor, I throw some water in a pot and let it come to a boil. While that’s happening, I take two chicken breasts and rinse them off. Then I season them, drizzle some olive oil, and throw them into a pan I had been heating up. I smile to myself, cooking always makes me feel so happy, especially when it’s for someone I cared about

“Hey, are you putting broccoli in that?” Jessica asks from the living room, I look over my shoulder, and Jess has her shirt up, and her belly exposed. I scrunch my face up in disgust, though this was typical Jess's behavior, she was less of a friend and more a stray cat that won’t go away.

“No, I’m not because I know you hate broccoli, also can you be less gross?” I ask, checking on the noodles, they weren’t quite done yet so I let them be for a moment.

“Speaking of gross things, you know I bumped into your neighbor across the hall, I don’t like him. He seems a bit off, keep an eye on that one.” Jessica informed me, at this point she had wandered into the kitchen taking my phone off the countertop going through it. It’s not a big deal to me, Jessica is like my sister, over time we’ve become extremely close. When I first moved to New York, after we had known each other for some time, I was having problems settling into my college dorm. Jess offered to stay with me, and that’s how I found out about her being a metahuman. There is no one else on this planet I feel safer with than her, and not just because she’s indestructible.

“Don’t be alarmed if there’s a picture of Jason Voorhees in there with his dick out, you have been warned. What did this guy look like? I’m barely home to notice anyone here.” I said, taking the pot of noodles pouring out the water in the sink.

“I don’t know he looked like an idiot, who’s Eddie?” She asked an eyebrow curled upwards, curiosity getting the best of her.

“This cute guy I ran into at the store. He’s nice, and-“ I said, then Jess cut me off finishing my sentence.

“And you’re going on a date with him? You just met him, don’t you think this is moving kind of fast?” Jess asked, she was looking at me, but I didn’t dare meet her intuitive eyes.

“Yea…maybe, but I’m really into him, and he’s a regular guy that likes junk food just like me. And he doesn’t make comments about my weight, or how weird my style is.” I say trying to convince myself more than Jesse that this is not going to be another Shawn situation.

She can tell that I’m getting a bit emotional about the topic, so she backs down some. That doesn’t mean she’s letting it go, because Jessica always has to have the last word.

“I don’t mean to breathe down your neck about it, you’re an adult, and you can do what and who you want. I’m just trying to look out for you because I care about you. If you like this guy, then have fun, you deserve it.” Jesse says making herself a plate, when I looked her over again, her wounds had healed. The only evidence of her stressful day was the dried blood sticking to her body, which didn’t bother her as she stuffed her mouth full of the children Alfredo.

“Don’t you have a date to get ready for?” She asked, if I hadn’t been listening to her talk with her mouth full for all this time, I would have no idea what she was saying to me. I pick up my phone and shoot a quick text to Eddie asking him where we’re going tonight.

Dress up, or dress down? ~Edeth 💀

It takes a moment before he texts back, I look over and Jess is hovering over me watching my phone with a curious look. The plate of food still in her hand, as she’s chowing down, I usually ignore her, but the sound of her grotesque chewing made me want to slap her.

“Seriously Jesse, you can’t be a fat ass, and nosey, pick a struggle,” I say, as I wander off into my bedroom, I let out a loud sigh. My body sinks into my soft quilt blanket, a nice cool breeze blows in from my window, at first I don’t think anything of it. Then the thought occurred to me that I never leave my windows open, especially not in this city. I was starting to form questions in my head about how this happened when my phone buzzed. Already forgetting about the window, I click on Eddie’s text message.

Nah, dress casual, I wanted to take you to this Ramen restaurant I discovered a week ago. I haven’t found the excuse to go. Is that cool? ~Eddie🍦

Before I get a chance to reply, Jessica walks into my room, plopping herself on my beanbag across the room. She just looks at me, a satisfying smile on her red lips. Then she lifted her shirt and patted her belly, despite the fact she had just eaten a pile of pasta, her stomach was still flat.

“The only person I know who can eat a load of starches, and it has zero effect on them. What an asshole.” I joke as I respond.

Jess gets up from her spot on the beanbag and walks over to my window shutting the door.

Here it comes, I think to myself, knowing she’s about to start fussing at me.

“How many times have I told you to keep this window closed! There are all kinds of crazies out there, and you just have the window open? Are you trying to give me a heart attack!” Jess shouts, she huffs throwing herself down on the bed.

Oh, that’s perfect! I love ramen! And I have the perfect outfit. Can’t wait to see you 💗 ~Edeth💀

Now I’m super excited 😏 ~Eddie🍦

I giggle a bit, throwing my phone onto my dresser, then I look back at Jess who’s already watching me. I know what she’s thinking but I choose to ignore it, but I know she’s going to start again.

“I want to meet this guy, and don’t argue with me, I’m stronger than you. I wanna know what this guy looks like, what car he drives, who she works for, and what hole he crawls in at night. Because I will be damned if my best friend goes missing or gets hurt, and I don’t even know what the ugly bastard looks like.” Jesse says, she’s now sitting up in the bed with her arms crossed, I rolled my eyes knowing she was right, I could try to protest all I wanted. The thing about Jesse is, if she wanted information, she was going to get it, whether you liked it or not.

“Fine, whatever, just don’t be…mean,” I said, Jesse just laughed at me, I groaned as I looked through my closet. It was 6:15 now, and I haven’t even showered or done my hair yet. Right now it was up in a loose bun from earlier, but I haven’t touched up this lace wig since I brought it. I guess now was as good a time as any.

“I’m not going to embarrass you if that’s what you’re asking but no promises,” Jesse said, from my bathroom, I could hear her yawn, I would be a fool if I thought she was gonna sleep long. If anything this is gonna be a power nap for her, Jesse doesn't do “sleep”. Unless it was at the hands of a whiskey bottle.

After the 5 th song plays, suddenly Jesse opens the shower curtain on me. First, her eyes drop to my boobs, and she grins, then she looks back up at me with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. I instantly cover myself or try to, my breasts weren’t small and cutesy like hers. I was a tripled cup, simply putting my arm over my titties just wouldn’t do.

“What do you want, you fucking pervert!” I shout at her over the shower water, usually, other people seeing my body makes me uncomfortable as hell. Jesse gets a pass because I’m used to it, her way of showing my body love is by being a literal weirdo. There was one time I went on vacation to Hawaii to see my parents. When I came back to New York, apparently she missed me so much, she had to hump me in front of the whole airport when she came to pick me up.

“You’ve been in the shower forever, it’s 7:45, you should get out now because you’d probably take even longer to do your hair and make-up,” Jesse said, bossing me around as usual, but I was glad she’s here. For the past month, I only spent time with her if I was working, or coming into the office to log all my work. A lot of the time she wasn’t even there, so I was unfortunately greeted by Malcolm, her assistant.

“Gee thanks for invading my privacy just to say that,” I complained, at least she was nice enough to pass me my towel.

Jesse snorted, her voice sounded further away, I heard some shuffling noises, she was probably going through my stuff.

“I’m a private investigator Edeth, your business is my business if I wish it to be.” I rolled my eyes at Jesse’s ridiculous statement, she knows as well as anyone that I don’t have much of a life here in New York. I left my life in Hawaii with the rest of my family, that was for the best.

“Whatever, if you were a good PI you’d know who my neighbor was by now,” I say, bumping her with my hip, I take a seat on the floor in front of my full-length mirror with all my needed hair products. When I get to work on my lace front wig, I felt kind of lazy, so I wasn’t going to do too much. Just wanted to make sure it looks nice and neat, I plug in my curling irons letting it heat up.

“I told you what he looked like, he looked like an idiot.” She said not able to hold her laugh towards the end of her scents.

“Bitch that’s half of New York’s men, this dude could be anybody if that’s the case,” I said rolling my eyes, I took a small pair of scissors cutting off a little bit of extra lace. Then I lift the wig a tad bit, take some wig glue, and apply it to the areas across my forehead where I want the hair to lay. I let that sit for a while, Jesse looks through my work phone, I can tell she’s stumbled upon something interesting when I see her eyebrows shoot up.

“Who would have thought Nelson likes to be spanked, holy shit. He seems so boring, did you get a chance to talk to him?” Jesse asked, her facial expression seems like maybe she’s bored, but she’s determined to meet Eddie. Therefore, she’s not going anywhere, I’m surprised she hasn't complained about me not having any liquor.

“Eh, not really, we kind of talked about the weather in the elevator. Nothing major, he is boring though, but most boring always has some weird shit going on.” I mumble as I try to get my baby hairs to lay the way I want them to, it was a task that required my full attention. Jesse told me I stop breathing sometimes, and I’m sure it’s not that serious, but I’m a bit of a protectionist. The edges must be bussin, at all times.

I tie my edges down with a random scarf I found in my closet, I take the curling iron and start curling my hair. I use hair clips to pin each section of hair after I curl it. Once I’m done with that I throw on my favorite Akuski bonnet, then I get to work on my makeup, deciding that light, soft look would be best. Once I’m done I sit there for a moment just to take a breath, suddenly feeling very nervous. I almost jumped out of my skin when my phone buzzed. I didn’t want to look at it, because I knew it was Eddie.

Hey, do you mind shooting me your address, I was going to pick you up. ~Eddie🍦

298 East Street Bronx, NY 10453. My apartment number is 403, ring twice so I know it’s you. It’s all kinds of weirdos that ring the bell. ~Edeth💀

I put the phone back down, going back to my make-up, I do the finishing touches when my phone buzzes again. This time I ignored it. I get up to look through my closet, I check the time on my dresser. It’s now 8:45. I try to relax a bit by throwing on my bra, and underwear deciding to wear something cute and lacey.

I rub cocoa butter lotion into my skin, making sure to give every part of my skin some love. Walking over to my dresser I pick up a bottle of Burberry perfume, it’s something I rarely use. I try to save my expensive things for special occasions. I pulled out my dress for tonight, it’s a cute tee shirt dress that came down a little bit above my knee. It’s loose-fitting so I won’t have to worry about pulling it down all night. I gently pull it over my head, doing my best not to disturb my makeup. Jesse takes one look at my dress and she rolls her eyes, she’s never found any of my humor appealings. Mainly because Jesse didn’t have a sense of humor, “What? We’re going out for ramen, it’s hilarious-” I try to explain the joke Jesse cuts me off.

“I don’t care, please don’t bother explaining to me either. Your phone is ringing, it’s probably that idiot, and something tells me he’s gonna keep calling until you answer.” Jesse said flatly, I rolled my eyes as she passed me my phone, and sure enough, it was Eddie. I also noticed it was damn near 9 already, so I answered the phone.

(Phone call)

Edeth: Hello?

Eddie: Hey, uh what are the odds that not only do we live in the same city, the same neighborhood, and the same apartment building?

Edeth: Shut up! No fucking way! Get outta here, I do not believe you.

Eddie: Um I would get out but I freakin live here!

Edeth: oh my fucking god!

“What’s going on, do I need to beat someone up?” Jesse interjected from behind me, and I shooed her off.

Eddie: I can’t believe I’m saying this but, answer the door Deth.

I ran to the door, excited as all hell, suddenly no longer nervous. When I got to the door, I swung it open, and there he was in all his fine ass glory.

“Wow, you look gorgeous, I like that dress by the way. Am I gonna get nudes?” That was the first thing Eddie says, forgetting the fact this woman lives right across the hall from him. She smelled even better, his senses were stronger than the average person, all her perfume was stronger to him than she knew. He loved it though, it was like he was being wrapped in a warm smooth chocolaty bliss.

“You might if you’re good.” Edeth says in a whisper, she almost thought he didn’t hear her, but then Eddie grins stepping in closer. We were both lost in our little moment before Jess comes barging in shouting.

“That’s him! This is the idiot I was telling you about! Gosh, this is the guy you're going on a date with?” Jesse groans dramatically, I instantly become embarrassed by her behavior. Sometimes Jesse acted like the older overprotective brother when it came to guys who showed interest in me. If she didn’t feel like they were worthy of my time, she would do anything to turn them off from being around me. Though I feel like the meal I fixed her from earlier has slowed her down significantly, she shows her ass worse than this.

“I’m not an idiot, I thought you lived here, I was just trying to be nice. The last person who was here before you was loud and obnoxious.” Eddie says trying to defend himself, I quickly cut in before Jesse has a chance to rebuttal.

“Uh how about you come in, and sit down, you and Jesse can get to know each other. While I pull all these stupid pins out and put on my shoes, yea that sounds great doesn’t it. We’re all adults, right guys?” I grabbed Eddie’s large hand, this was the first time I touched him since we met, he was incredibly warm.

“Oh wow, you’re hot,” I say, not thinking about what that statement implied, he grins at me, a suggestive look in his eyes. My lips tug upward, suddenly feeling embarrassed, my forehead and neck feeling hot.

“You’re still holding my hand,” Eddie says, his voice low, I noticed he didn’t bother letting go either.

“Don’t you have hairpins to take out of your hair?” Jesse asks, she’s in the kitchen sipping apple juice through a straw of a juice box, she looked just as childish as she was acting. I groan, letting go of Eddie’s hand, going off into my bathroom to take the pins out. Taking a brush, I lightly brush my curls so they fall into more of a wavy pattern. Getting carried away in my hair, I take two hairpins that say “Aquarius” and “Baddie” on them. I slid them into my hair when I noticed how quiet it was in the other room.

I quickly pull on my socks, then pick out a pair of classic black and white converse. I grab my purse, skidding my phone, and wallet into it, and hurry back into the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen Jesse was just standing there leaning against the countertop staring daggers at Eddie. I was impressed he wasn’t moved by this, he was leaning against the other side of the counter near the fridge facing forward. He was scrolling on his phone when he finally noticed me.

“Jesse! Seriously, stop being weird.” I say, pulling her away from the kitchen, she gives him one last suspicious glare before she turns to me.

“I’m telling you, there’s something off about him,” Jesse says, arms folded to signify she was solid in her decision.

“Yea and you stick your hand in a pot of boiling water every once in a while for fun so you can feel the tingle. I don’t wanna hear you talk about anyone being “off.” I argue back, she scoffs at me, but she knew I was right, there have been way too many times I’ve walked in on Jesse trying to mutilate herself.

“Okay, we’re leaving, you can stay as long as you like. If you go through my things, put them back, and I mean it.” I say to Jesse, as Eddie and I leave through the door.

“Nice meeting you,” Eddie says, waving a hand in the taller woman’s direction.

“Whatever moron,” Jesse said before she slumped down on the couch. I closed the door and locked it, I knew it didn’t matter, she could handle herself.

“Yes she’s always like this, don’t take it personally, I like to think of her as my pet cat.” I joke as we make our way out of the building, I noticed Eddie grabbed my hand, I didn’t mind. He felt so easygoing like I didn’t have to hide around him. His aura was warm and cozy, I don’t know if it was just me, but his charm seems effortless. Squeezing in a compliment every once in a while. When we finally got outside to the sidewalk, I looked around for his vehicle. I wouldn’t be surprised if he drives a truck or SUV.

“So here’s the thing, as cute as you look in that dress, I don’t know how comfortable you’re gonna be on a motorcycle,” Eddie reveals, a sheepish grin on his face, and I instantly feel embarrassed. Not only are my legs going to be wrapped around him, but my coochie is also going to be pressed to his back. I feel like an idiot, he notices my discomfort, and she pulls off his jacket.

“Look, I’m not going to ask you to go back and change, so how about this? You can use my jacket to put it between us, maybe it would make you feel more comfortable?” He offered, holding out the large varsity jacket, that had the University of California arched on the back. “Wow, a college boy huh? What did you study?” I ask, he placed a helmet on my head gently, trying not to disturb my hair. He had a concentrated look on his face, I wasn’t sure if he was going to tell me at first, then suddenly he spoke up.

“Journalism, I wanted to be a news anchor at first, but meteorology is kind of difficult.” He explained briefly, that still didn’t explain why he moved halfway across the world, but I decided to save my questions for later.

“Oh…cool, I say as I watch him hop onto the bike, I grab onto his shoulder for support, before quickly hopping on. I take his jacket and tuck it between the both of us, I lean forward some. My breast pressed to his back, and my arms wrapped around his waist. Naturally, my hand rests on his chest, in this position am I able to truly feel how beefy Eddie is. He smelled so good too, not anything super fancy, just ax body spray. A very fresh scent in contrast to my warm and cozy one, but it worked for him.

“Hold on tight, gorgeous, wouldn’t want you to blow away.” I couldn’t help but giggle a bit, I gripped onto his body tighter, the second he zoomed off I squeezed my eyes shut. It felt so exhilarating to be going this speed, without the protection of doors.

Eddie was thankful he took time to have a long chat with Venom; how they should behave around people they both liked. He explained in extreme detail how important it was for Venom to be gentle with Edeth. For some reason, Venom didn’t see himself as scary, but that just shows how he only understood humans on a biological level, and not an emotional-psychological level. It was clear that Venom liked Edeth very much, and it made him very excited, and that made Eddie a bit nervous. What would happen if Venom found Edeth to be a bit too funny, or he thought she smelled a bit too “delicious?”

“I am not going to eat her! We’ve been over this!” Venom's voice was loud as ever, he was being so quiet that Eddie almost forgot he was there.

“How can we work together if you don’t even trust me?” He asked, Eddie felt a little guilty, of course, he trusted Vee, but he liked Edeth, and he didn’t want to scare her away.

“We’re gonna be fine, I have a feeling even if you do tell her the truth she wouldn’t be that shocked.” Eddie ignored the last thing Venom said, he continued the drive towards the ramen shop. He checks on Edeth every once in a while to make sure she’s okay. The rest of the ride was nice and peaceful, he had hope tonight was going to go well.

A/N: Hey y’all! This chapter has been sitting in my google docs for about a week lol. I have watched the Jessica Jones series, but of course that was forever ago, and I don’t think I’m gonna re watch the show. I somehow seem to be always making friends like Jessica, who is more of a cat than a friend, and is always disrespecting my personal space lol. I hope you like this dynamic between my oc Edeth and Jessica. Also Eddie is so damn cute 🥰. Enjoy!! Reblog, like, and leave comments.

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