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narcolini · 1 year

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ending the night

angel reyes x gn!reader, comfort/fluff, 1982 words

warnings for descriptions of vomiting

for day 12 of whumpril, using the alternate prompt: foodpoisoning

a/n: honestly, this is whump in the same way dessert pizza is pizza... sweet but not really deserving of the name LMAO anyway. when in doubt write angel having a hard time, am i right ?

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas

You’re sitting on the edge of Angel’s tub, finishing up a final text to his brother, from his phone, not yours, while Angel empties his stomach into the toilet again. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s puked now, but it’s enough times to know that your evening is well and truly over. He had barely made it from the taxi to the house when you got here, and has said almost nothing since you’d found him in the bathroom, knees to the linoleum.

Not that you mind. Not that you expect anything from him at all, in this state. If anything, you feel bad for being so helpless. And for not being sick yourself, weirdly, but that’s just how the straws were pulled. Beyond the water you’ve left for him on the counter, and the company, there’s nothing else you can do. You’ve already opened the window behind, invited cool air to draw in and, more importantly, the sharp smell of vomit to draw out. Texting EZ as if you were him, had been your most recent idea; a last ditch attempt to be productive and to improve the already dire circumstances.

‘Well,’ you announce, clicking Angel’s phone shut, ‘EZ says he can swing by the restaurant and get your bike.’ You watch him nod, head bouncing between in the hole of the toilet seat. ‘And I told him it was me that got sick, so he can’t clown you about it later.’

He laughs, all breath, and it echoes around the porcelain. ‘Thanks.’

You smile. He can’t say that you don’t look out for him, even this early into things. Five, six, dates down—formal ones, anyway—and you’ve skipped right to the in sickness part. Which you’re doing pretty well at, all things considered.

‘I can,’ he starts, pausing to swallow in-between, ‘pay you back. For the Uber.’

You shake your head. ‘Forget it. You got the bill.’ And he’s paying twice for that too, with money and stomach lining. ‘You think it was the chicken?’

He sighs, daring to look back at you briefly, forearms on the seat. ‘No idea. Shit tastes like battery acid now.’

You wince. ‘I wish I could make it stop for you.’ You wish you could go back in time and make him choose the beef dish that you had, avoid all of this mess, and finish the drinks you’d had to abandon at the bar. ‘You want me to pass you the water?’

He shakes his head before spitting into the bowl, clearing his mouth of the last bout of sickness. You’re both waiting, really, to see if it will come again. Angel breathing slowly, audibly, catching his breath over the edge of the seat. You, staring at his shoulders like they might give you any warning of it.

The time between is getting longer, you think. A sign that the worst is done with. If he can make it twenty minutes, fifteen even, and keep down the water he drinks, then you can both relax.

‘Fuck,’ he pants, wiping his nose and mouth with the back of his hand. He slumps away from the toilet, to sit on the floor instead with his back to the tub. Arm side by side with your shin. ‘I never looked this good, right?’

‘Oh, yeah,’ you nod, ‘big time. I’m practically tearing my clothes off right now.’

He groans, dropping his head to put it against your knee. ‘Can’t believe you stuck around to watch me hurl, dulce.’

‘I stuck around,’ you emphasise, ‘to help.’ You smile, glad he can’t see from where he is, because he’s too vulnerable right now, and he might think that you’re laughing at him. ‘I’m actively trying not to watch.’

He exhales, pushing it through his lips. ‘Shit, I’m sorry. Was supposed to a good fucking night, y’know, fancy restaurant and shit, drinks.’

‘It’s not your fault.’ You pat his head, smoothing your thumb over the shell of his ear. ‘We should probably tell the restaurant, though, because it’s definitely their fault.’

And we deserve a refund, you think, but you don’t say it, because he’ll take that to mean that you didn’t enjoy yourself at all. Right now, he would probably take you standing up to stretch as a cue that you’re gonna leave, sick of him already.

‘You think you’re done?’ you ask, bending over your lap to find his gaze.

He sits upright to help you, then nods, and his eyes flick to your lips momentarily. It’s rare that you’d be so close to one another, and able to resist a kiss, but right now’s an exception. You smile, knowing that he’s thinking it too, seeing the yeah, I get it, in his returning look.

‘Give me a minute,’ he says. ‘Gotta, y’know, make myself smell less like puke.’

‘Course.’ You opt for a kiss to his damp forehead before standing, as close to his mouth as you’ll chance for now.

You decide to wait for him in his room, legs hanging over the end of his bed as the shower cranks to life. It’s the first time you’ve been in here, which isn’t the introduction you had expected, a temporary waiting room while he washed the sick from his beard, but it’s a welcome expansion to your understanding of his home. You’ve been to his place before, but never made it past the couch. He has a preference for it, you think, at least in his own place. He’s had the pleasure of becoming well acquainted with your bedroom, ending the night there the last few times that you’ve met up.

It’s not awkward, being in here, but it is new. Foreign like a hotel room. Granted, a hotel room that someone’s already living in, from the full laundry basket, the used glasses on the side table. The unmade bed you’re perched on.

It doesn’t seem like he was expecting you to be in here today, either. You should ask him about that. Is your place nicer, or is he just too lazy to clean, and simultaneously too proud to let you see his room as it is? You don’t think you’d mind either answer. It’s nice, really. Clean enough, and comfortable in a way that stops you from feeling shy. If you weren’t waiting for the tell-tale signs of more illness, you’d probably lie back, uninvited, and crawl under the covers like it was your bed already.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door cracks open, steam pouring out of it. He must’ve had the quickest shower he could manage, only long enough to douse the sweat and stench off him, and then out again, dressed in just the jeans from before.

He looks exhausted, so tired and disposed of energy, that you can’t even enjoy the sight of him. His bare chest, the tattoos striking across it. You just about fight the urge to throw your arms out and beckon him forward with grabbing, baby hands, because, oh, he looks so helpless, it hurts.

‘Don’t think I got any shit left in me to throw up,’ he grumbles, dragging himself forward.

‘That’s good.’ You throw him a sympathetic smile. ‘Means you’re over the worst of it.’

He makes a sour face, hand lifting to rub over his stomach. ‘Doesn’t feel like it.’

‘You should probably rest then.’

You didn’t think he could look any more sorry for himself, but that does it, that tugs it out of him. His brows sink even further as he nods, unable to argue that he doesn’t need it, but unable to seem keen on it either.

‘Sorry,’ he says, for the tenth time, ‘I ruined our night.’

You roll your eyes quickly. ‘Who says it’s ruined? We’ve got…’ You find the alarm clock, red numbers glowing in the dim room. ‘At least, what, twelve hours before I gotta leave for work?’

And that’s what the extra sulking was for; he really thought you were gonna dip and leave him here to recover alone. He doesn’t realise that if he wasn’t worth looking after, you would’ve left him at the bar, blowing chunks in the stall.

‘You’re staying?’ he asks

‘You’re sick as a dog, Angel. It’d be actual, like, neglect if I left you right now.’

He sighs, finally letting himself collapse on the bed behind you. When you turn, he’s got his eyes squeezed shut, suffering from the bouncing mattress beneath—a misjudgement on his part. ‘If I wasn’t dying right now,’ he says, ‘I’d kiss you so damn hard.’

You laugh, crawling up the length to be beside him and slouch against the headboard. ‘And give me whatever you have? No thanks.’ You pull the cover free from under you, holding it open as you invite him in. ‘Come on,’ you say, ‘get comfy, chulo.’

He steals a look, opening just one of his eyes to see what you’re offering, before rolling into you, his head on your stomach, his arm threading beneath you and the mattress. You set the quilt down again, pulling it up until it’s covering your legs and his shoulders. Then your hand goes to his hair, natural like you do it nightly, rubbing circles around the crown of his head.

‘Hopefully that’s the last of it,’ you tell him.

He hums, speaking into the cotton of your shirt. ‘If I puke on you right now, I’ll kill myself.’

You laugh, bouncing his head with the force and surprise of it.

‘I’m dead serious, dulce, there’s no coming back from that shit. You’ll dump me before I’m even your boyfriend.’

You scoff, grinning still. ‘Not true,’ you argue. ‘But I would use it against you for the rest of time. Hey Angel,’ you tease, ‘remember when you spewed chicken teriyaki all over me?’

He laughs, but it weans off into a groan, his fingers tightening over your hip. ‘Stop talking,’ he pleads, ‘I can still taste that shit.’

And as funny as it is, you really don’t want to smell, or see, or feel, any more fucking vomit, so you oblige. It falls silent and you let it, fingers twirling in his hair still, disrupting the hold of his gel. He breaths evenly over your stomach, pooling warmth on the parts of your skin that the shirt fails to cover.

After a moment, you remember what he’d said afterwards, about breaking it off with him before you’ve officially gotten together. You smile into the question before you’ve even asked, ‘Do you want to be my boyfriend, Angel?’

He takes a moment to answer, and when he does, he’s mumbling it, talking around the ends of a yawn. 'We really gonna do this now?’

‘Yeah, sorry. Bad timing.’ But you’re smiling still, smirking even. Confident of the answer despite his protest. ‘I wouldn’t mind it, though. Just while we’re on the topic.’

The reply you expect doesn’t come, he doesn’t say anything at all. You try to look at him, but can’t bend far enough, not with his head resting as it is. You can just about see the thick black of his lashes, flicking out from closed eyes.

‘Angel?’

He groans, readjusting until he’s lay on your chest, with his arms wrapped tight around your middle. ‘Your boyfriend is very sleepy,’ he says, waking up just long enough to engage and send your heart-rate soaring. ‘Keep doing that shit with my hair,’ he mutters, adding a, ‘please,’ after a moments reflection.

You laugh, light and soft over the top of his head. ‘Yes, boss.’ You thread your fingers in again, as he asked you to, and trail them across his scalp. ‘I think I like you when you’re sick,’ you muse, basically whispering it now. ‘You’re way cuter.’

‘Mhmm,’ he hums, and that’s the last you get from him. He’s asleep before he can deny it.

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes fanfic #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #i keep feeling bad that i want to just write angel in various situations but like..#oh well lol #he is possessing my spirit and thats ok

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fatorfiction · 9 months

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Personal Best - first story

After I come home from work, I see you standing in the kitchen in just your tiny briefs, your fat overflowing and wobbling with every step, and all I can say is "Damn." We make out for a few minutes, but then I smack your lardass and send you to go watch TV while I bring in food from the car and start cooking and preparing your erotic feast. An hour later, I call you back in, and I stand behind you, pressing my cock against your plump cheeks, my tongue exploring the folds in your thick neck, and my hands squeezing, jiggling, and smacking your fat hips and love handles. Then I bring a slice of pizza up to your desperately hungry fatboy lips and shake and spank your ass while you eat the slice as quickly and voraciously as possible.

Then once you lick the grease off my fingers until they're clean, I use your spit and mine to rub and sensitize your nips, then bringing three pierogi up to your mouth to gulf down while I play with your smooth, juicy tits.

Then I bring a quarter pound burger dripping with bbq sauce up to your food-addicted face, my other hand massaging, squeezing, and jiggling your greedy, heavy, smooth and furry gut, whispering "Good work, fatboy" in your ear with each swallow, while I'm finally pressing my hard cock against your fat ass passionately enough for it to reach through your lard-filled cakes to graze against your hole.

Then I let you sit down at the table to finish all the pizza, pasta, tacos, sushi, pierogi, burgers, and gyoza dumplings, while my face is buried into your crotch, my mouth desperately trying to reach your buried cock through your mound of a fatpad while my hands explore and tease your hips and thighs.

Once you're done, you say you're too stuffed for any more, I say "No, we both know you have room for dessert." I then scoot your chair back and bend myself over the table, covering my ass with whipped cream and donut holes for you to devour and lick clean.

When you're done with my ass, I turn over and have you eat another three donuts off my hard dick. Then I help my handsome hog waddle over to the bedroom, lay you across the bed with plenty of pillows to support you, letting you have a little break from eating with gentle making out, tender belly rubs, and occasional slow, sweaty strokes on your cock. I tell you "Keep it up, cutiepig, only one more round to go."

Then I ask you to choose five flavors of ice cream for me to go fetch from our freezer stocked with thirty homemade flavors. I tie up your arms to the bedposts and suspend five plastic containers from a frame on the ceiling, each container with a half-inch wide tube coming down that is clasped at the bottom. I melt a quart of each of the five ice cream flavors in the microwave and then pour each of them into their container. I ask "Ready, pig?", with a supportive, yet mischievous grin on my face. You nod yes with an ached groan, your lips and jaw too overworked to produce speech, and your eyes wide with excitement, greed, and a little fear.

I put on your blindfold, give you a kiss on your lips, and you open your mouth automatically, mentally preparing for what's coming. I stick the first tube in your mouth and you instinctively wrap your lips tight around it. I don't have to explain the rules of our ritual we've done every week for the last five years, and twice a week for the last two. You know that if you let any ice cream out of the tube so that it drips onto your chest, I add more ice cream to that flavor's container: one scoop for every lost drop. You usually try your best to not let any fall because it just means even more crammed in your painfully tight gut, but sometimes if you're particularly greedy or particularly enjoying a flavor, you'll intentionally let some drops fall just to be tube-fed more sweet lard-building liquid cream. I say "First, dulce de leche", unclasp the tube, and watch your throat start gulping down the calories fed to you by gravity.

As you enter a trance of gluttony, I get to take advantage of your exhausted, hypnotized start to explore and use your fat however I like, your muscles too burdened with heavy lard to be able to resist. For the first flavor, I only use my hands: rubbing, jiggling, squeezing, massaging, spanking your fat and teasing your nips and cock.

Once I see your first tube empty, I give you another kiss on the lips, more passionately this time, then say "Strawberry cheesecake" while you suck down another quart. For the second flavor, I get to use my mouth, but only lips, no tongue. I spend some time sucking on your nips, kissing the folds between your side tits and love handles, and sucking on your juicy fat pad. Just as I plan to start sucking on the end of your hard cock poking through your lard, I already hear you taking deep breaths after emptying the tube, finishing much sooner than I expected.

With another kiss, this time making out for a minute with tongue, we continue thirdly with mint fudge swirl. Now that I can use my tongue, I spit on your tits to massage them with my hands then go straight to wrapping my lips around your cock to make up for lost time during the last flavor. While your mouth and throat work to consume another quart, I use my mouth and throat to pleasure your pig cock, my saliva mixing with your sweat and precum. I can tell you're starting to get a little too excited, so I slow down and switch to massaging your taint with my tongue, my head trapped between your massive, burgeoning thighs. You start moaning through the swallows, then finally moan out loud, signaling that you've finished the third flavor.

"Fourth, vanilla with cinnamon roll." Now is when the fun can really begin. I lift your giant, heavy belly and place my cock between your fatpad and overhang. I start grinding into this deep fold of fat while kissing and sucking on the sides of your neck. As I slowly push back and forth into you, the whole bed starts to shake as your fat amplifies the momentum of my hips. You feel my low-hanging balls grace the head of your cock while your shaft alternates between being further buried by your lard when your gut bulges forward and being slightly freed as my body presses down your fatpad. As I fuck your fat, the resulting ripples through your crotch lard create the sensation that your cock is fucking your own fat. Before we know it, you're gasping for air again, barely able to squeeze out fatigued, muffled words of "more... more..." between breaths, begging me to fatten you further with the next quart.

"Finally, chocolate chip cookie dough, one of your favorites, handsome pig. Keep up the good work. I had to use a wider tube to allow the chunks of dough to flow through, so get ready for it to come down even faster." I skip the making out so we can return straight to our fat fucking. I thrust harder, deeper, and faster as all of your lard shakes as one enormous, weighty, gelatinous mass. Both of our cocks rubbing against your soft fat, becoming closer and closer to climax. As I watch the last of the ice cream flow down the last tube, I marvel at how quickly you've consumed, yet become slightly disappointed you'll finish before you can time it with your ejaculation, and also that you didn't let a single drop fall from your mouth to get extra scoops. After you inhale that last few inches of ice cream, you moan, your mouth still full, and grunt out, "Get a... hnnh... sixth... *urp*... flavor."

My jaw drops and I'm frozen in shock, my hands at the sides of your head just about to take off your blindfold. You groan and mumble "hu...hurry", and I notice your cock twitches with anticipation. I come to my senses, grab the sides of your head to kiss you, then leap off the bed. As I run to the freezer, I have to keep myself from cumming in sheer awe of your gluttony, and quickly grab a flavor to melt before you cum. I instinctively grab maple blueberry pancakes, knowing it's one of the most calorie-dense flavors I've made, with real buttermilk. I think about your cute, greedy mouth eager to suck down one more quart, staring at the timer counting down with anticipation. Five seconds before it beeps, I dash to the cupboard to grab a bottle of boost to mix in for an extra-fattening finale, then rush back into the bedroom to fill a container and prepare the tube. With one last kiss, I put the tube in your mouth, and say, "Breakfast is served, fatboy. Maple blueberry pancakes, with a little extra surprise."

I wink as you gulp down faster than I've ever seen you consume before, before realizing that you can't even see my face and that I'm wasting precious time to get us both ready to cum together. I put our cocks in position and quickly resume thrusting, trying to fuck you as desperately as you are desperately engorging yourself like never before. In less than three minutes, I see the liquid level start to descend, and I pull out my dirtiest pig talk that I know to turn you on even more.

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 30 inches left. "Come on, cutie. Show me how much of a doughboy you really are."

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 27 inches left.

"Keep it up, fatty. Let your gluttony make you heavier, softer, larger, larger, larger."

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 25 inches.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're going for six whole quarts. You're taking lardass to a whole new level!"

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 22 inches.

I move my grip from squeezing your love handles to squeezing your tits while I hump.

"I don't think even our disciplined lotion regime will be able to stop stretch marks from forming now."

Thrust, gulp, 20.

"Feel every part of your body expanding, taking up more space: your shoulders, your ankles, your fingers, your cheeks."

Thrust, gulp, 18.

"Feel every part of you becoming more weighed down with the permanent consequences of gluttony: your thighs, your forearms, your back rolls, your succulent, bouncing tits."

I let go of your tits to watch them tremble with our fucking, and you feel them whipping back and forth more vigorously than you've ever felt before. I reach around to grab onto your back rolls, so I can pull myself closer and fuck you deeper.

Thrust, gulp, 16.

"Feel every part of you become softer, more squeezable, more malleable, controllable, and exploitable. Feel your body sink deeper beneath a layer of fat, a prison made from your own plunge into hedonistic bliss."

Thrust, gulp, 14.

"I've never been so proud of my pile of lard."

13.

"Show me how addicted you are. Show me that your destiny is to wake up every day more obese than the day before. I know you want it, pig, but we both know you couldn't stop even if you wanted to."

12.

"By now you would have been done with the quart, but I decided to throw in a bottle of boost to push you even more."

11.

"I did that to remind you that what you want for yourself, I want even more. When you ask for three pizzas, I order four. When you look at cute 6XL shirts online, I buy a 7X. When you said you wanted to reach 350, I said 375."

10.

"Remember that I am in control. You may have started your descent into hoghood, and even set yourself down the path at full-throttle, but now, after you became my fatboy, I sit in the driver's seat."

"You sit in the back of our custom van, with a ramp and handrail so you can waddle yourself up to your sofa-sized seat, before our mini nightly road trip to the first ten drive-thrus you can think of."

I realized you stop, and I can see panic all over your face, even though you still have your blindfold on. Switching to more supportive pig-talk, I say. "You're so close, fatboy! I know you can do it! Think of where you started, how far you've come, and how much further you're going to go!"

Breathing through your nose, you take another swallow while mental images form pof memories of your gaining journey. "Think of when you were young, how your eyes were transfixed on the fat men in your life. How their fat bodies had such different physical interactions with clothes than everyone else. How their heft altered every aspect of their labored movements. How deliberate their breathing was, and how sitting down seemed to bring them such great relief. How talking about food, planning events with food, looking at food, and of course consuming food brought them such unrivaled joy and escape. And how lucky you felt to witness any instance of their softness be uncovered: dense, paler thighs more visible when shorts ride up as they take a seat, a belly revealed hanging over a belt, a meaty and hairy chest on display thanks to barely buttoned shirts in the heat, and best of all, the glorious beach trip or pool day."

Another swallow. "Remember when you would study the before photos in weight loss ads like they were historical art, how the ridiculous eating and fattening scenes in cartoons felt unfairly just outside the limits of reality, and how tabloid articles and paparazzi pictures of celebrity weight gain felt confusingly yet satisfyingly scandalous, perplexed but intrigued why such a body change was undesirable."

Another swallow. "Remember when you would google images of fat men, then found forums and videos of guys intentionally gaining weight. How you browsed these sites anonymously while you realized this was something you could pursue yourself. The first time you ate a huge meal not just out of vague desire, but out of intentional explorations of the limits and results of overstuffing yourself. Your hands on your gut, marveling at it being the roundest it had ever been, yet clearly not enough as you imagined it bigger and bigger. Then you first joined grommr, and a little while later uploaded your first pic and updated your profile."

Another swallow. Your belly - no, your whole body - feels stuffed to its limits, tighter and heavier than you ever thought possible. You take slow, deep, rhythmic breaths, and even sneak in a few inhales through your mouth without gasping We both start to worry this might be the end of the feeding, but I keep talking, just to continue your trip down gaining memory lane. "Remember when you first increased your weight on grommr. When you first felt a shirt be stretched by your newly rounder gut. When you outgrew your first item of clothing, and when you officially started buying clothes a size up. When you first realized a meal that previously stuffed you was barely satisfying now. When you first set your weight goal to 275. When you popped your first button and ripped your first seam. When you finally had an overhang while standing. When you first noticed your chest jiggling while you walk. When you saw love handles in a candid photo for the first time."

"When you got your first stretch mark. The first time you were rejected on Scruff for being too fat. When you endured the consequences of your first summer as a fatboy. The first time your family commented on your weight and eating. The first time you were given extra food at home, and asked if you wanted to take home leftovers from work. The first time you had a 20-lb weight update, then changed your weight goal to 300. When you first felt your fatpad take up some length on your cock while jerking off. The first time your ass knocked something over. The first time you went to three fast food places in a row, and got home and noticed precum in your underwear. The first time you didn't need a jacket on a fairly cool day. The time you realized you had no fancy clothes that fit right before an event. Your first photo with a caption of 'I thought black was slimming.' The first time you saw your reflection and noticed your gut was hanging out entirely accidentally. Your first time being fed."

"The first time a guy called your chest tits. The first time the word pig in casual in conversation turned you on. The first time you ate on all fours. The first time you were eating at the same time as planning food for next week. The first time you didn't fit on an amusement park ride. The first time you finished a whole pizza. Your first 2XL shirt. The first time friends hesitated to invite you to dinner. The first time you took off your shirt at the beach and got stares. The last time you were invited to go hiking. Your last time with a non-encourager hookup. When you reached 295 and removed your weight goal altogether. The first time that you realized you couldn't cum with a guy without being called 'fatboy'."

"The first time you cancelled plans so you could stuff yourself. When you first couldn't see your own cock without a mirror. When you first put on a shirt without caring that it had food stains. The first time a guy motorboated your tits. When you first became 'morbidly obese'. When you first created a snack cabinet next to your bed. When you broke your first chair. When you first felt like your walk had become a waddle. When you first couldn't it make it up a flight of stairs without stopping more than once. When your tits connected with your back rolls. When you started buying furniture exclusively built for heavier weights. When you first met me."

"When I fed you your first 8000 calorie day. When I bought you a 600-lb capacity scale. When I first buried my face between your fat thighs during a video call. When you first noticed your cock was completely buried when soft. When you first tried my ice cream tube feeding, and you managed to drink two quarts." Your stomach growls and you feel a slight sensation of hunger return on the horizon.

"When we first got you a CPAP. When we first saw your tits stay sagged down to touch your love handles even while your arms were raised. When you graduated to three quarts of ice cream. When we retired your last belt, then your last pair of jeans. When you could touch both of your nipples to your mouth at the same time. When we bought you a seat belt extender, and started buying two seats on planes. When I first fucked your fat pad. When you moved up to four quarts. When you realized you couldn't remember the last time you jumped, because it was too excruciating the last time. When I invited over two others feeders so your whole body could be worshipped, used, and abused while you were fed. When you couldn't get your first-ever 2XL shirt over your chest. When your gut first measured five feet around. When you first looked like you were nude from the front in your swim briefs. When you first drank five quarts, and broke 400 pounds the next day."

"Now just imagine how far you're going to go!" I feel you clear your throat with determination as your cock twitches, and I reposition myself for fucking again. "Only three more inches fatboy! I KNOW you can do it!" You take another swallow for the first time in seven minutes, as our hard cocks get closer to cumming from the thoughts of our mutual aspirations for your growth. I pound into you more aggressively than I ever have before, with each thrust painfully reminding you how much you've eaten tonight.

2 inches.

"Remember, eating is sex for you now. Growing is sex for you now. Food leads to fat, fat leads to fucking, and fucking leads to food. You are more than just a pig. Your entire being is lard. You are fat, and fat... is... YOU!"

With another swallow, you have only one inch left. I pull down your blindfold and you witness in disbelief how huge you've grown tonight. Your belly completely eclipses any view of your lower body, yet you're so stuffed that your bouncing tits almost hide your belly. I stand up, bring my throbbing cock to your face and shout, "Eat, fatboy, EAT!" cumming all over your face as you moan and force down your last swallow, and seconds later, you climax in pure, gluttonous, ravenous ecstasy, white cum erupting from your mountain of a fatpad and white melted ice cream dripping down your entire torso.

I collapse next to you, careful not to put any pressure onto your gut, while we lie still, panting in a sweaty, sticky, pile. After you regain control of your breathing, I hear you lick your lips, and I watch your face as you contemplate the taste of maple blueberry semen pancakes ice cream. We both smile and I say, "As always, good work, cutiepig. You continue to blow me away." I give you a kiss and get up to clean myself up, then gently clean you up while you still recover from the exhausting night. As we snuggle up for bed, I tell you, "I think this month you'll break 435." I see you're close to dozing off, so I brush the side of your head and give you one last kiss, not expecting a response. A few minutes later, you sigh, and whisper, "This is the year I break 500." I raise my eyebrows and inhale in shock, then chuckle when I realize you've just set yourself a goal to gain twice as fast as last year.

- End -

#gaining fiction #gainer stories

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marichanmari · 3 days

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Estás muy hermosa.

Cheat meal favorita?

😮‍💨 muchas

Pizza con chips moradas

Hamburguesa con papas

Gomitas enchiladas

Mazapan cubierto de chocolate

Tacos de discada

Pan dulce

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idiot-mushroom · 1 year

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wait oh my god im soooo normal about your guys oh my god. what's casey and april's relationship with the turtles?? like are either of them particularly close to one of them?

with april, they all imagine her as a best friend with underlying big sis/aunty vibez

casey however…

Raph:

He flirts with Raph constantly

Raph doesn’t mind, thinking it’s a human thing but ends up having a crush on him anyway

they spar a lot, and they do not hold anything back when they do (one of them will come out of sparring with a black eye)

they are besties/idiots in love

has brought raph to a lot of hispanic/mexican celebrations (quinceañeras, dio de la muerto, fiestas, birthday parties, or even just cooking days (when you cook a whole lot of good food like big batches of tamales or pollo con verduras,ect.))

Don:

they talk about cars A LOT

donnie will let casey help with anything mechanical/car related

will not shut up when they are near each other

will binge watch dinosaur train when given the chance

casey does make fun of him because donnie won’t eat a lot of foods (including cheese(but he still eats pizza, don’t ask me)) and casey is still trying to make him eat quesadillas.

Leon:

Leo HATES casey bc he ‘stole’ raph and don from him

will start verbally fighting/bickering with him on the spot

has caught casey crying about his dad though (casey’s dad was a shitty druggie) and has comforted him about it

casey will stand up to splinter for leo especially bc he has a vendetta abt shitty dads

frenemies for forever

Mike:

doesn’t mind casey (most of the time)

will cook with casey a lot of the time since he likes all the spices casey uses

once on dio de la muertos they made a shit load of pan dulce and pan de muerto and they still have some of the damn stale bread to this day

will make jokes abt casey’s dead mom and shitty dad in which casey will be rlly sensitive to it and rat him out for having weed (even though it was don’s weed first) to raph for brownie points.

#tmnt casey jones #casey jones tmnt #teenage turtle ninja mutants #my au my rules

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inspiredwriter · 4 months

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*se que a mi no me la película de las tortugas ninja mayhem😕😅 pero una idea se me subió en mi cabeza😃😁✨*

Mayhem Leo :*entra el apartamento* muy bien Leo sé que es tu primera cita Stefany 🥰😊💖💕*sé acomoda su chaqueta* voy a llevarla a comer pizza y una caminata en el parque y tomámos en la mano y besarnos 😁😍🤝🍕🏙️💞💝💘¡Así que no lo vayas a arruinar! 😌😤💖❣️💞*toca la puerta*

Mayhem Stefany :*abre la puerta*hola Leo, Perdón por tardarme tú vi que arreglarme el cabello y poneme el vestido😄☺️👗👠💄💅*mueve sus orejas*ya estoy lista para nuestra cita 🥰☺️💘💞💗

Mayhem Leo :*mira a Stefany*Oh Concha, te ves muy hermosa mi gatita 😳😍💖💘💓💞

Mayhem Stefany :*se sonroja*Oh muchas gracias tortuguita eres muy dulce 😄🤭💕💝💖 ¿te encuentras bien estás un poco nervioso? 😕😟

Mayhem Leo :*traga saliva de nervios*S-si estoy bien no te preocupes Mejor vamos a nuestra cita 😅😉💗💕💗

***

Mayhem Mikey :*patina por la calle* muy pronto voy a llegar a la pista de patinetas el que están mis y dales mi autógrafo 😁😏🛹✨*salta de su patineta una bolera* Oh sí eso fue saltó super cool 😃😎🤟*escucha a aplusos* ¿quién está aplaudiendo? 😕👏🔊

Mayhem Anastasia :*aplanden* ¡¡Bravo eso estuvo muy increíble!! 😃🤩👏🛹✨

Mayhem Mikey :*mira a Anastasia*(pensamientos💭) wow ~😳😍💘💓💕¿Quién es esa chica es la más linda qué he visto mi vida? 🥰😏💖💞💗*por accidente se tropieza con la patineta y cae al suelo* Ay,me dolió😣😵💫

Mayhem Anastasia : ¡Oh dios mío! 😲😱💦* se acerca a Mikey y lo ayuda a levantarlo* Mikey te encuentras bien😟🥺💕💓

Mayhem Mikey :*se soba la cabeza* Sí estoy bien señorita no me dolió tanto ☺️😉siempre me tropiezo cuando no veo por el camino mientras patino 😁😅🛹*agarra su patineta* te agradezco que me ayude a levantarme🙂☺️ ¿Cómo te llamas linda? 😏😘💖💘💕

Mayhem Anastasia :*se sonroja* Oh si, mi nombre es Anastasia y soy tu gran fan número uno que salvaste de la ciudad del mutante gigante 🥰😄🌁💖💞💘me darías tu fotógrafo😍☺️📝✨💗💕❣️

@inspiredwriter

*In the pizzeria*

Mayhem Leo and Mayhem Stefany: *Sitting at the table and eating pizza*

Mayhem Leo: (Thoughts💭) Oh my shell, Stefany is so beautiful and so graceful that I’m just scared to be in her company😰😓 What if I destroy something...😖 Ehh, why did I even decide to invite her on a date?..😥

Mayhem Stefany: *Takes Leo's hand* Are you okay, Leo?🤨🍕 I think you're very nervous🥺💝💗💕

Mayhem Leo: *Swallows nervously* No, no, it's okay, my kitty, I was just thinking about something😅😁💖💘💞

Mayhem Stefany: *Wiggles her ears* Ah, very good that everything suits you😃🥰💓💖💗💕 *Takes Leo’s hand and gets up from the table* Let’s go dance, there’s such romantic music playing here🤗🕺💃🎶💘💓💕

Mayhem Leo: *Hugs Stefany's waist* Well, okay, I don't mind😅😘💝💗💞 *Dances with Stefany*

Mayhem Stefany: Lee, tell me, do I really look good in this outfit?😅😁👗

Mayhem Leo: What kind of question, my flower, you look great!😲😍💓💖🩷💕 *Spins Stephany* And the fact that I’m next to you doesn’t bother you?..😅 I’m so awkward turtle😥😓

Mayhem Stefany: *Hugs Leo's shoulders* Not one bit, you are the most beautiful turtle in the world, you dance amazingly, you are not awkward at all😲😤💝💗💓💞 *Drops her ears* Believe me, I know what real shame is...😓😣💦

Mayhem Leo: Oh, let's go outside then and you can tell me about it if it bothers you😟🥺💖💝💕

Mayhem Stefany: Yes, I have to tell someone about this...😟😔

Mayhem Leo and Mayhem Stefany: *Leave the pizzeria*

Mayhem Stefany: So, little turtle, you probably think I'm perfect, but in reality I'm not at all like that😓✨ A year ago I tried to join a group of teenagers, for this I had to wear a cap that hid my cat ears and pants that hid my tail, but one day when we went to the same pizzeria where you and I were now, there was cool music playing and we started dancing to it🏪🍕🕺💃🎶 During the dance, I got so carried away that I lost my disguise and everyone saw that I was a half-mutant👥🗣️🐈🕶🧢 My friends left me after that and broke my heart😭💔 But now, after human society has accepted mutants for who they are, an autumn ball was held at the school🕺💃🍁🎶🎊That’s when I decided to gain the courage to meet people again, I put on my most beautiful dress and my mother’s beads, and then I unexpectedly met you...🥰👗📿 Just, please don’t think that I’m with you only because you popular, I'm not at all like that!😰😖 *Kisses Leo on the cheek* Muah~😚💋💗💝💖💞 I love you for who you are, but I am immensely grateful to you for saving the city from a huge mutant and giving people like me a second chance🤗🥰💘💓💗💕 *Hugs Leo*

@swagtreecrown

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What do the judges think about Dulce's dish? How will it stack up against the other contestants' dishes? Find out in the next segment.

Previous / Next (Transcript under the cut)

(1.) N/A

(2.) [Alex] Oh man, I'm starting to feel the pressure.

(3.) [Lewis] I really hope I don't go up first.

(4.) [Andrea] Judges, are you ready to try the four appetizers our young chefs have prepared for you?

(5.) [Mia] We are more than ready. Let's begin.

(6.) [Rubiya] The drama......

(7.) [Dulce] Reality is hitting me. I'm feeling a bit sick now.

(8.) [Andrea] First up, we have Chef Lewis's appetizer.

(9.) [Lewis] Seriously? I've always been picked last in things, especially when it comes to picking teams in physical education class. Oh well, I'm pure done in from all the worrying. Let's get this over with.

(10.) [Lewis] Judges, today I have for you a pea shoot salad with crumbled sausage, flatbread croutons, and a shakshuka sauce vinaigrette.

(11.) [Carlo] These croutons are awfully burnt, buddy. We can't try them like this.

(12.) [Rubiya] Poor Lewis.

(13.) [Dulce] Oh, man.. at least the rest of the bowl looks pretty?

(14.) [Lewis] Yeah, I'm sorry. I lost track of time, so I put the heat up, but then I sorta forgot about 'em. But they're one of the basket ingredients, so I had to keep 'em in so I don't get immediately disqualified, y'know?

(15.) [Sofia] I respect that, Chef Lewis. You're not backing out of the race just yet. That's admirable, in my opinion. This vinaigrette is delicious, by the way.

(16.) [Carlo] The crumbled sausage is actually cooked to perfection...

(17.) [Mia] It really is a shame about the croutons because everything else came together quite beautifully.

[Sofia] Thank you for the food, Chef Lewis.

[Lewis] Thank you, judges.

(18.) [Andrea] Up next, we have Chef Dulce's appetizer.

[Dulce] Judges, today I made for you cheesy pizza wedges with a flatbread crust, shakshuka sauce, topped with pea shoots, and merguez sausage.

(19.) [Dulce] I nailed that.

(20.) [Carlo] This is...

[Mia] Dulce-

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rafaelmartinez67 · 1 year

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"Un grupo de niños vendedores ambulantes se reunieron, juntaron entre todos dinero para poder comprar una pizza y papás fritas, lo estaban disfrutando cuando de pronto entró el niño de suéter negro con blanco y se acercó a venderles dulces".

La sorpresa fue observar cuando lo invitaron a que se sentara a comer con ellos sin conocerlo.

😇🥲🥹

#sobre la marcha #empatia #solidaridad #amistad #vida

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nuis-world · 2 months

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Capítulo 32: "Es hambre~"

Historia: Shizume Shade

...Totsuka no dijo nada mientras Kanamoto decía aquello, sabía bien que a su amigo le había afectado el hecho de que Yata anunciara que comenzaría una relación con Fushimi y ahora se refugiaba en la comida.

Y si bien era válida su preocupación, lo cierto es que aquello distaba mucho de lo que realmente sucedía, puesto que la verdad Kanamoto no había comido nada en todo el día por ir con Ayumi de compras. La dulce chica se había demorado una eternidad y aunque prometieron hacer una pausa, la joven se entusiasmó de más con las compras y se olvidó de la hora de la comida.

—Ya superarás pronto a Yata-san, Kanamoto-san...

El rubio observó al tercero al mando de HOMRA confundido ya que no había pensado en lo de Yata desde hace un año atrás, pero luego su vista fue directamente hacia la pizza y se olvidó de corregir a su amigo ya que había prioridades y comer era una de ellas para llenar el vacío de aquella cita en ayunas con Ayumi.

#k #k project #k stories #kamamoto rikio #totsuka tatara #homra

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daretosnoop · 2 years

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What you should eat based on game vibes

Don’t know if someone has already done this but here we go:

SCK/SCK Remastered: PBJ sandwich, grilled cheeses sandwich, deli sandwich, soda in a can by day and glass bottle at night, chips, pigs in a blanket, cheeseits, an apple, milk in those paper cartons, crinkle fries with ketchup mustard mixed

STFD: fruit platters, coffee in a white mug ndwith a 90s logo, sautéed asparagus, stuffed mushrooms, NY pizza ordered late, gyro, sparkling water, strawberry shortcake, NY cheesecake

MHM: meat with a sweet glaze with mashed potato and boiled veggies, Chinese takeout ordered late, apple cider, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, ginger beer, stewed tomatoes

TRT: fondue stand, smoked ham, cebu lechon, pumpernickel bread with brier cheese , jam, jam cookies,hot cocoa, apple cinnamon tea, apple pie, toasted nuts, glazed carrots

FIN: popcorn, taffy, chalk candy, boiled peanuts, roasted corn, red liquorice, unbranded soda, peanut brittle

SSH: fruit platters, fruit drinks in watermelon and papaya, salsa, green salsa, avocados, grilled fish, lemon chicken, rotisserie, tortillas, lemonade, bean soup, barley and chicken in bell peppers, green tomatoes (in any form)

DOG: whiskey, stacked sandwiches (scooby doo style), pickles, banana peppers, fried fish, hot dogs, peach cobbler, blueberry juice, unidentifiable meat in a can stewed slowly over a fire, bread and butter with coffee in the morning

CAR: roasted corn, grilled seafood on a stick, boiled peanuts, cotton candy, ice cream, seafood medley, butter lobster, peach cobbler, aspirin, poutine, fish and chips, vinegar onions, korean corn dogs

DDI: clam chowder, seafood pasta, lemon butter pasta with lobster, steamed clams, rice porridge, blueberry muffins, sherbet, mint tea, coffee in a thermos

SHA: kidney beans stew, steak and potatoes, those tarts your get at bakeries, eggs and bacon with bread to sop up the yolk, hamburger steak with egg, hash browns, diner coffee, pancakes, grits with cheese

CUR: English breakfast, tea, vegetables with no seasoning, stewed chicken,mushy peas, cold cheese deli meats on bread, lamb chops, a ceramic jar of cookies kept just out of reach, hot milk before bed with a chocolate, ale

TRN: ratatouille, glazed veggies, pasta with a rue sauce, béchamel, fruit cocktail, gin and tonic, roasted potatoes, garlic bread, cherries, peach cobbler, smoked meats, fried chicken

CLK: peaches and cream, coffee with biscotti, illegal champagne, ribs, fried eggplant with marinara sauce, biscuits in gravy, rye bread, cherry tomatoes, crisp lettuce, grilled zucchini, stewed tomatoes, soft pretzels, apple pie with vanilla ice cream, iced tea

CRE: fish baked over a fire wrapped in banana leaves, pineapple salsa, grilled veggies on sticks, shrimp, any type of rice dish (jallop, pulao, spanish rice, fried rice etc.), citrus soda/lemonade, upside down pineapple cake, poke bowls

DAN: hot croissant with jam on one side and butter on the other, crème brûlée, mint tea, lavender cake, champagne, onion soup, charcuterie board, coq au vin, spinach soufflé, lobster bisque

ICE: honey cake, pancakes with maple syrup, grilled salmon with a maple syrup glaze served with wild rice and green beans, dijon mustard on bread, cranberry sauce, roast turkey, sweet potatoes

CRY: grilled seafood with cajun seasoning, beignets, doberge cake, couche couche with hotsauce, oysters, gin fizz, cognac, sherry, cafe au lait, dulce de leche, trout, seafood pie, crawfish, jambalaya, gumbo, red velvet cake

VEN: cappuccino, pasta with garlic and parmigiana, Neapolitan pizza, olives and capers, anchovies over bread, fried eggplants (no batter) in olive oil, rosemary and thyme infused oil with bread,

HAU: potatoes in every which way but especially roasted and mashed with butter, shepherds pie, mint tea, boiled peas, lamb chops, bread dipped in fresh buttermilk, Irish stew, sweet bread, Irish breakfast tea

RAN: cut fruit and grilled fish in a hallow pineapple, wild rice, ham or poultry with pineapple glaze, crackers, flatbread with grilled shrimp curry, coconut based curries, rotisserie style poultry, chutneys, apricot jam, jelly

WAV: croissants with orange marmalade and butter, mutton curry with jasmine rice, saffron rice with creamy chicken stew, sushi, seafood pasta, fruit bowls, overnight oatmeals, loaded potatoes, late night peanut butter snacking

TOT: Wisconsin cheese, vinegar pie, pecan pie, pumpkin pie, (all the pies from the Waitress), scrambled eggs with coffee, buttermilk soaked fried chicken, steak and potatoes, cornbread, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate dipped orange flavoured ice cream, steak and kidney pie

SAW: green tea, soba noodles, clear soups, pickled veggies, salmon on wheat crackers, roasted chestnuts, coffee spiced with oranges and cinnamon, sesame crackers (sweet and salty both), and yes, ramen

CAP: deli meats, assorted bread, honey mustard, butter, romadeur, dumplings, hollandaise sauce, fried potatoes (different styles), sausages, drumstick, cheese sticks, blanched vegetables, green apple sauce, custard, black forest cake

ASH: confetti cake, angel cake, BLT sandwiches, Caesar salad, lemon pasta, dill pickles, potato salad, quesadillas, steak, BBQ, deep dish pizza, carrots in ranch, chips, banana split

TMB: shawarma, falafel, cucumber salad, tahini, humus, garlic pita, grilled veggies, rice and spices baked in an earthen pot, kabob, grilled seafood, saffron rice, baklava, pistachio ice cream, date milkshake, beer

DED: vinegar chips, ice cold water, coffee from a dispenser in a styrofoam cup, stale snacks from a vending machine, peanut butter crackers, cheese crackers, baked goods in the morning, pad thai, fast food pizza, salad bar, trail mix

GTH: pecan pie, peach cobler, ground nuts, fried chicken, cheesy garlic bread, pimento cheese, chewy meat, BBQ, lemonade, sherry, gin, crawfish, pulled pork, rolls, soul food

SPY: haggis, mutton chops, Danish pastries, salmon with dill, pheasant, dundee cake, clam chowder, shortbread, coffee, Lincoln logs, smoked meats, clotted cheese, crackers, oatmeal with raisins, ale, whisky

MED: sushi, lemon grass tea, wheat grass shots, roasted sweet potato and yams with spices, pumpkin and squash stews, broiled veggies, rutabaga mash, rhubarb pie, steamed clams and mussels, truffle pasta

LIE: feta on bread with honey drizzle, greek yogurts with fresh cut fruit, fresh mozzarella over chicken salad, gyro, lamb rotisserie, shawarma, collared greens, pan fried seafood, steamed fish with lemon, carrot salad, pickled veggies, kefir, rice pudding

SEA: seafood buffet cooked every which way, skyr, salmon and haddock boiled with potatoes, dried seafood on bread, mutton soup, rice pudding, clear broth, veggie stew, mashed potatoes

#nancy drew #food #food based on game aesthetics

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hauntedstarlighttiger · 11 months

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Mi Guardián (Lloyd y Malé reader)

Estaba entrenando por si había peligro hasta que escuche el ruido que hacían los chicos que claro estaban jugando y vi que el Maestro Wu salió por el ruido que hacían los chicos

Jim:¿Quiere que vaya Maestro?dije preguntando

Maestro Wu:No pero vendijo tranquilamente

Yo solo asentí

Jim:°Hay chicos en serio°dije en mis pensamientos

Jim:°Hay no…°nos dirigimos así donde provenía el escandalo°no puede ser que sean los ninjas y están jugando°

Los chicos estaban tan concentrados jugando que no se dieron cuenta de la presencia de el Maestro Wu o el mio hasta que el Maestro desconecto el juego

Chicos:¡Hay no!dijieron quejandose

Jay:Sensei ¿por que lo hizo?dijo quejandose Jay

Zane:Pero…dijo Zane sorprendido

Kai:¿Qué pasó?dijo quejandose

Cole:Si ¿por qué?quejandose

Jim:Calma sidije cansado de sus quejas

Kai:¿Cuando llegaste?dijo Kai

Jim:Desde que el Maestro desconecto el juegodije hacia Kai

Maestro Wu:Solo porque Lord Garmadon escapó por un vórtice no significa que no volverá por las Armas Doradas del Spinjitzudijo algo enojado pero tranquilo

Zane:Pero, Sensei Wu, desde que se fue, Ninjago ha tenido pazdijo Zane

Jim:Pero eso no quiere decir que no estemos alertas Zanedije serio sobre el tema

Jay:Si es muy aburrido no hay a quien salvar ni nada que hacerdijo algo aburrido dijo ignorado lo que dije

Cole:Entrenaremos mañanadijo Cole relajado

Maestro Wu:Jamás dejen para mañana lo que pueden hacer hoydijo el Maestro con sabiduría

Cole:Bueno, iba a comer esta pizza mañana, en ese caso…dijo Cole relajado

Maestro Wu:No hay pizza para ti para alcanzar su potencial, hay que entrenar…dijo el Maestro

Kai:¿Recuerdan cuando hicimos el Tornado de la Creación? yo creo que estuvo de lujodijo Kai con duda

Jim:Si fue algo súper increíbledije recordando

Maestría Wu:Pero ustedes solo han rozado la superficies de su potencial aún hay muchos secretos que pueden descubrir aún no aprovechan el poder de sus Armas Doradasdijo el Maestro para que los ninjas presten atención

Jim:Lo sabemos Maestro Wudije algo tranquilo

Cole:¿Quiere hablar de poderes secretos? mire estodijo enseñandole al Maestro como volvía a conectar el juego para que sigan jugando

Jim:SusurrandoNo tienen remedio

Zane:Biendijo felicitando a Jay

Kai:Sidijo feliz

Dijieron mientras volvían a jugar

Zane:Descuide Maestro estaremos listos cuando Lord Garmadon regresedijo Zane sinceró

Nya:¡Chicos Lord Garmadon regreso¡ lo vieron cerca de la aldea Jamanakai Villagedijo alterada

Jim:Okey Nya graciasdije asintiendo

Kai:¿Qué?dijo sorprendido

Los chicos se tropesaron por accidente

Jim:Ay bueno yo me adelanto ¿si?le pregunte al Maestro

El solo asintió y me fui por mi moto para ir hacia la aldea

Con Nya y el Maestro Wu

Nya ve como te alejas tu y los chicos

Nya:¿Algun dia alcanzarán su potencial?dijo con duda

Maestro Wu:A su debido tiempo tal vez tarden mucho pero a su tiempodijo tranquilo

Contigo

Jim:Por el comunicadorChicos ya estoy llegando apurencedije tranquilo

Kai:Ok Jimdijo Kai

Mientras veo como todos los aldeanos salen corriendo hasta que veo a una chica

Jim:Perdone pero sabe dónde está la amenazadije serio y tranquilo

Xxx:Si gracias por haber llegado ninja del Ying y el Yang

Jim:No hay de que pero me lo puede señalar

Xxx:Claroseñala un lugar de la aldeaalli

Jim:Graciasdije aciendo una reverencia y corriendo hacia el lugar

Pude ver una sombra pero no era la de Lord Garmadon era un Niño…

Xxx:!Soy yo, Lord Garmadon¡ les exijo todo los dulces del lugar o atengansedijo tratando de dar miedo

Luego vi a los chicos a si que me acerque a ellos

Jay:¿Asi que Lord Garmadon? Pensé que nos enfrentaría a Lord Garmadondijo decepcionado

Cole:Es su hijo debió escapar del Orfanato de Niños Malos otra vez Y pensar que podríamos estar asiendo Spinjitzudijo Cole

Jim:Vaya a si que es su hijodije tranquilo acercandome al chico junto a los Ninjas

Xxx:Denme sus dulces o larsare a las serpientsdijo el niño tratando de asustar a los aldeanos

Así que los aldeanos empezaron a quejarse de su travesura

Jim:°Tengo que admitir que fue gracioso°

El niño soltó unas serpientes de juguete pero le empezaron a lanzar cosas

Xxx:!No¡ pedí dulces no verduras !odio las verdiras¡dijo enojado lanzando la lata donde estaban las serpientes de juguete

Kai:Tendrá que hacer más para asustar a la gentedijo sincero

Jim/Zane:Las Serpentins son reales no hay que tomarlo a la ligeradijimos Zane y yo serio sobre eso

Kai:¿Serpentins?, ¿reales? ¿hablamos de una raza antigua de serpientes que gobernaban Ninjago y se supone que están selladas bajo tierra? dijo con duda y burla

Jim:Si Kai a un que parezca juegodije tranquilo

Jay:En cinco tumbas diferentes separadas de las demás tribus guerreras y evitar que se unieran para que se venguen de quienes los sellaron allidijo con miedo

Jim:Si Jay esas mismasdije haciendo que tenga la razón

Kai:Es una vieja leyenda para que los niños no se metan donde no deben no creen que es sospechoso que nadie aiga encontrado esas tumbasdijo por que creía que eran falsos

Cole:Por que solo unos tontos lo buscaría y lo que más odio son los dragones son las serpientes aún que sean de goma. Tranquilos no se preocupen no hay nada que verdijo Cole mientras cargaba al niño

Jim:Si tranquilos ya pueden volver a sus vidaddije tratando de que dejarán de gritar

Xxx:Inclínense ante mí o si no verán mi furia contaré hasta tres uno, dos,dijo nervioso

Kai:¿Que deberíamos hacer castigarlo?dijo Kai

Xxx:Dos y medio…dijo cada vez más nervioso

Y como castigo lo dejaron colgando

Xxx:¡Acaban de convertirse en mis enemigos recuerden los palabras ninjas, me las pagaran!dijo molesto

Chicos/Jim:Jajaja

Los chicos compraron unos dulces para todos y a mí me dieron una paleta

Cole:A la próxima pagarás tus dulcesdijo Cole burlón

Kai:El crimen no paga muchacho eso te lo puedo asegurardijo Kai seguro de sus palabras

Jay:Mm.. Algodón de azúcardijo burlón hacia el niño

Los chicos se fueron alejando y los aldeanos se alejaron así que baje al niño con mi poder y le dije

Jim:Sabes deberias dejar de hacer eso niño solo conseguirás problemasdices acercandote a el y le das tu paleta quitándole la basura de la cabeza y le acaricias el pelo dándole una sonrisa

El se sonroja por que fuiste bueno con el

Xxx:¿Por qué me ayudaste? dijo dudando

Jim:Por qué a veces los chicos se pasan co sus bromasdije relajadobueno me tengo que ir pero antes ¿cuál es tu nombre niño?dije con duda

Lloyd:Me llamó Lloyd Garmadondijo en un susurro

Jim:Mucho gusto me llamó Jim ninja del Ying y el Yang*dije sonriendole *

Lloyd:¿No me tienes miedo?dijo el niño

Jim:No claro que no además se ve que eres un buen niño pero tomas malas decisiones así que ten más cuidado al hacer tus travesurasdije relajado mientras acariciaba su cabello

Lloyd:Graciasdice sonrojado

Jim:Sueltas una risitacuidate niñoy me alejo

Lloyd:°Es lindo espera…¡Pero que estoy diciendo!dijo en sus pensamientos y se sonroja

No crei que ese niño sería El Ninja verde ni tampoco que sería mi destino y que me enamoraría de el....

A veces la vida te tiene muchas sorpresas no crei que esta sería una de las mías...

Nombre:Jim

#Lloyd GarmadonxLector Masculino #Ninjago #lloyd garmadon

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