#no one thought you had nuclear red hair

[stripeixii]

Translation: "I got bleach in my eye yesterday."

Trying to get through my back log of ideas while working in requests, had this one for a while lol

I hate his hands

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[futureplayboibunnie]

Aphrodesiacs Pt. 7

Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader

You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?

i bust my ass for this one. nuff said.

NSFW as always 18+

“Ay, por dios.” Miguel whispered under a strained whine of a breath.

Why? Why did he give in and go to a place he had no business going to? Every slip of the mind, every slip of the tongue, small-minded, aware decision led up to such a thing. He couldn't remember the last time he was ever this stupid that didn't have disastrous consequences. Miguel was a smart man but he wasn't thinking with his head, he was thinking with his dick, which was hardening with every second he spent in this small bathroom with you. It felt like the pale tiles on the walls were thickening by the minute, making it even more impossibly stuffy. Miguel hooked a finger in the collar of his compression shirt, the humidity of each other's company getting worse.

You on the other hand couldn't believe he would even show his face here. You thought that maybe if you were lucky, you'd find someone else to satiate your desires that were never really satiated. Every moment you spent attempting to pry open the door, the more you weren't sure you were handling this. You thought you could. Well, you thought .you could try and keep it to yourself at least, not letting an entirely lewd comment slip from your salivating tongue except for that off-the-record phone call. Maybe at least telling him would alleviate a light fraction of this. Your mouth was full of things you wanted to say, you were sure you were about to burst- so you groaned out instead, the resistance the door providing wasn't helping. Your fist indented into the metal handle, and you realized your strength doubled tenfold while he was in the room. You leaned back on the door and closed your eyes, slumping into the wood. Miguel was pacing before finally gripping his hands onto the sink and hanging his head down, occasionally stealing glances into his reflection. He looked pissed. He was pissed.

He couldn't be anything other than pissed and aroused when you were here, looking delicious in that tiny little bikini. He'd rip it off with his teeth if he had to.

“This is all your fault.”He snapped his unkind gaze back at you, his eyes beaming a deplorable void of blood red. His fangs ripped out of his gums as he stood up straight.

“Oh really?” You crossed your arms, scowling up at his sour expression. “Your 'higher authority' is really pissing me the fuck off right now. What are you doing exactly that's helping the situation?” You pointed an accusing finger at him, unable to control your bare feet inching forward.

“Who was the one that instigated all of this?” Miguel glared at you like you just caused nuclear annihilation.

His lips were split into an unreadable frown, his skin radiated heat and searing hot anger that you were desperate enough to let make your knees buckle and turn limp. It was obvious by the way your eyes widened and the way your lips parted. You paused for a minute to stare at him and it honestly felt like hours, like you could look at him for hours. The tension got thicker and thicker, your eyebrows tensed as your face formed into a desperate wince- whining out. You buried your head in your hands and sighed, rubbing the skin of your face in an attempt to try and compose yourself.

It wasn't working.

You peered back and him and the way he was leaning on the sink with those massive arms crossed, looking down at you with an equally desperate and vacant face he was attempting to conceal made you lean your head back on the door and bite your lip. Miguel was staring at your lips, he wanted to bite them and draw blood as you drooled.

He swallowed thickly. Miguel sighed and raked an impatient hand in his hair to try and stop ogling at you, but it was impossible.

His eyes were designed to stare at you only

His lips to be on yours only.

His hands to feel your skin only.

His cock to be in your pussy.

Only.

“I said don't look at me like that.” He demanded huskily, his eyes dilating beyond comprehension as your mere frame clouded his brain into a hazy yet wild sex-driven lust. Your nipples hardened under the thin fabric, he glanced at them and he wanted to roll his eyes back into his skull. You flashed him a teasing look, unable to control yourself.

“I'm sorry I never listen or do what I'm told.” You gave him a mischievous smirk, not feeling sympathetic in the slightest, sincerity was not evident. You were toying with him and Miguel an itching hungry slice of him was dying to play. “I expect all your women just...do what they're told. Sitting at the foot of your bed like a kicked animal, begging for a good fucking.” You chuckled lowly as you said the words, enjoying the fact that Miguel was starting to play along too, scoffing and smirking at you like you were stupid. His feet were mindless, inching closer and closer to you without even realizing it. Spellbound by your scent, he was wrapped in your game, your mesmerizing fantasy. How many rounds before he realized how near he was to eternal glory, heaven incarnate before reminding the safest place he could be was the void? God, he wanted your heaven though, to lose himself in you.

“What about yours? Your men.” Miguel retaliated but without the force, he usually would, this time he was curious, his voice was low and filled with traces of disdain.

“My men?” You flicked your tongue on your back teeth before presenting him with a faux pout. “Awh my men…”

Your confidence simmered a little when your eyes caught onto the fact he was so close, looming. He put his palms on either side of your head, trapping you and in turn trapping you in this little dance of death that never ended. Eyes widening a twinge, you could clearly see your glinting reflection in the black pits of his iris, his gaze was ravenous, eating you and fucking you with just that. You met him with a half-lidded expression, smiling lazily as his breath was fanning your skin. The way he was this close to you had to be illegal.

“The ones that mediocrely please you, thinking they did something but in reality you were desperate for me...whimpering my name in their ear, making them insecure and questioning who I am...hm?” Miguel smiled crookedly, presenting you with those pearly white fangs as he saw through your side pieces. You were about to start salivating, you wanted to stick your tongue out and lick them for him.

“You think too much of yourself.”

“Oh really? Don't let your ego lie to you.” Miguel chuckled, drinking in every moment of this little interrogation like a thirsting animal, he could do this forever.

“Did they suck your cock in your office, under your desk? How many pitiful blowjobs did you endure? Avoiding me really is shit, huh?” You were mocking him, brows tensing and ensuring he was about to sever a nerve. His nose flared as he breathed deeply, you were enjoying mixing his brain up with every single emotion anyone could ever experience. Miguel felt a chain break inside of him, one of his hands left the door and squeezed your cheeks, turning your head from side to side a fraction as if he was examining you, a whimper left your lips at the contact. He was properly touching you with his cold, apathetic hands. It felt like pure bliss combined with inexplicable torture.

“Such a dirty mouth for someone with such sweet lips.” He cooed, eyes transfixed on such a divine beauty. Your confidence was shattering in his palm, a helpless look swiped across your face and his fingers clutched onto your skin tighter- he felt the blush pierce his fingertips. 'Tell me…” He gritted through trapped teeth “Does it physically hurt when you think about me? How bad you want me.”

Miguel's face was unkind and exceptionally determined, darkened and ashen about all the things he's had to endure when he just merely thought about you.

“You want me to be honest?” You reaffirmed softly, flitting probe on his lips, biting your own to conceal a broken moan that would fall away at any unexpected moment. Miguel sighed raggedly and leaned into yourear, your scent surrounded him and he was hard as a rock. It was his favorite. So sweet. Euphoric.

“Yes.” His hot breath tickled your ear and made the small hairs on your neck stand up. You hummed in agreement, he leaned back and his hungry ogling landed back on your face.

“But I thought we were avoiding each other.” You quipped with that flirtatious smirk that could send any man up to the clouds searching for a paradise that they can't have.

“I don't care. You're mine. Only mine.” Miguel was washed over by a venomous possessiveness, his jealousy knew no bounds when it came to you. It didn't matter if you were on the other side of the world or in front of him, it didn't matter if you were actually together or not, you both wanted each other. You were his. His property. The toy that he could never play with.

“That's a little unfair don't you think?” You pouted again. “You avoiding me makes me mad when you know how much we're both unraveling. You could've cum on my face weeks ago but no, you wanted to stick to your moral code. That seems to be more important to you. ”

“Every time you look at me, I contemplateit.”

“Even now?” You took his hand in yours and placed a taloned finger in between the string that held your bikini at the front, you swiped it down and the string snapped with an unbridled ease. Miguel was following alone with your ministrations like a confused and lost puppy, his face switching between confused, aroused, and amused.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your tits fell free, nipples hardened and perky under his electricity glare. He was turning into a bloodhound as he saw what he had been fantasizing about in real-time. He swallowed thickly as he witnessed your chest rise and fall, completely hazy and blissed out. Very pleased with yourself. Very pleased. Miguel was enclosed in a state of hunger and itching pain. The more he told himself he wasn't able to do something, the more he wanted to do it, to prove it wrong. It was the hegemonic masculinity rearing its ugly head as always but he just couldn't help it- it was in his DNA. Miguel was a broken man, aching for release from the beautiful torment that your presence constantly provided, that your presence constantly reminded. You had finally done him in, finally made him crack. Tiny beads of sweat dot his forehead, it could be mistaken for dew drops that your soft lips could kiss off, maybe if this were photo season- but alas this was real life and it's been a real fight just to keep his mind from committing treason. But you were here, standing in front of him, you without even uttering the words. Miguel was battling demons, he didn't know how to deal with someone else’s. That's why he never let anyone get too close- except you. Now you were here, begging him to kiss you without even saying it.

“Now...my turn. Tell me...every single thing you've ever wanted to do to me.” You breathed, eyes glinting with a warm and inviting hue, bright and dim all at once, radiating sincerity. You leaned in slightly and poked your tongue out and licked one of his fangs slowly. It felt like his heart was being strangled and his dick was about to break. His blood was roaring. Any remaining shred of consciousness he possessed had disappeared the moment you did that.

Miguel didn't wait anymore, his breath hitched when he grabbed your face harshly and kissed you. His lips seeking to find yours, to taste the forbidden fruit that he longed for, that he tried so long to resist. But his resistance was futile, he wanted to be good but he knew deep down he wasn't. He wasn't a good man, no matter how hard he wanted to convince the world and himself he was, especially his society. Your body stilled and felt like it was about to evaporate due to the sheer heat that was pent up inside your body- now it had a semblance of gratifying release. His kiss was fiery and passionate, angry and desperate as he shoved his tongue in your mouth to taste the wet sweetness he was made to taste. Your lips reciprocated his actions eagerly, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him so close. You moaned into his mouth, eyes screwing shut as his tongue massaged against yours, diving into the back of your throat. A low rumble reverberated in his chest as you let out that pretty sound. The way you were reacting resembled that of a horny virgin that had never been touched. Any other man didn't matter because you weren't touched by him. The thought made him lose it.

Miguel grabbed your hips and held you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around your waist. His hands and fingers gripping onto your smooth skin, talons pinching. He grunted as he hurridly and unkindly sat you on the sink, standing between your thighs. Miguel's hands were rough and calloused, he buried his hands in your hair and pulled hard, your lips biting against his before he kissed the shell of your ear.

“You wanna know? Fine, I'll tell you.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, his jaw grinding together, if he applied more pressure, sparks would fly from his teeth. “You have no idea what I've been through. You think you do but you don't. I have denied everything. Every need, every desire, every urge and impulse I have ever had for you.”He breathed raggedly in your ear, his talons scraping your scalp. “I can't eat. I can't sleep, I can't control myself because of you. Control was the only thing I had left. I should give a shit about losing it but I don't. I can't. You're mine. Only mine. Got it? Any other guy even thinks about looking at you I'll put a bullet between their eyes.” His strained husky whispered taunts made your whole body shudder. You lolled your head back as he kissed and bit down your neck.

This honestly felt like a special event. Like a christening of sorts. Well, christening wasn't really the right word to use considering how filthy you both were.

“Oh, is that right.”

“My property.” He groaned raggedly. The way that word settled on his tongue made you melt, it was like he was made to say that to you.

“Your property? Even though you aren't actually mine and I'm not actually yours?”

The words slipped from your tongue, sending a sour note splattering through you. Why did you even say that? It didn't matter. Well, it didn't matter for now. Maybe it will soon. Miguel was a little stunned by it and he didn't want to think about it either, his stomach flipped and fluttered but he didn't even let a second pass before he suppressed the feeling

“No one else will see me this way. Only you.” He hoped that was enough.

You unhinged your trembling jaw to say something but then you heard a loud bang. You and Miguel both stopped in your tracks and turned your head like antelopes after grazing. You yelped at what you saw at the doorway. It was Peter and he finally got the door open. Miguel's face dropped to an anxious frown, embarrassment radiating off of him at Peter walking in on a scene like this. You immediately crossed your arms and contorted your body away so that he couldn't see the fact that you were topless. “Peter, what the fuck?!” Miguel bellowed.

“Jesus H. Christ.” Peter covered his eyes with his palm, slightly flustered at what he had just witnessed. “What the hell? I thought you guys would've been done by now. I locked the door like half an hour ago! That's more than enough time for you both to finally have the balls to fuck each other.”Alarm bells started ringing in both of your heads, he was the one that purposefully locked the door. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't understand how dangerous it was. Peter walked away as if he didn't see anything, leaving you and Miguel alone together in silence.

Miguel suddenly snapped back into reality, letting go of this mindless fantasy that tethered him to the danger he tried so hard not to give into. His face fell into a frown. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn't do. this. He couldn't have you no matter how much he wanted to. Miguel's mind was running rampant with so many possible scenarios that he may face if he gave in. He gave up too much to stop now. He needed to take into account his society, and his life's work. His mood darkened at the thought. He raked his hands through his hair, before giving you a vacant look, turning back to the normal snippy and angry Miguel everyone knows. It was like a switch was flipped inside of him- he turned back to cold and untrustworthy, looking at you like he didn't even know you.

You raised an eyebrow at his confusing change in demeanor. He shook his head and breathed out as if he was trying to shake the thought of you away from him. He needed to be smart about this, methodical. He couldn't leave you topless like this, your bikini was snapped in half and he most definitely didn't want any other guy ogling at you practically naked. He averted his gaze to show some form of respect and took off his compression shirt and handed it to you to wear and cover yourself up with. You just glared at him, scoffing at his confused actions. Miguel still didn't look at you when you shimmied it on and then as if by magic, he was drawn to stare at you again- in his shirt, ten sizes too big. For a second, Miguel eyed you like a lovesick fool.

Then, as usual, cold. He winced and then left you. Walking out of the bathroom, not even looking twice at you.

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I DID IT AGAIN IM SORRY. (but if i tell you i have a suprise for you next chapter will u not hate me)

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[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

a bloody affair

kinktober 2023 masterlist

milf!serialkiller!wanda maximoff x reader

18+: reference to blood and murder, smut; blood and knife kink, mommy kink, degradation, car sex, fingering, thigh riding, infidelity

a/n - kind of wanna do a sequel idk, there isn’t enough murder in this :( | wc: 1.8k

If you’d tried to imagine your first official meeting with your older neighbour, this wouldn’t have been it. You’d thought that perhaps - if it were to ever happen outside of your crush-fuelled thoughts - that it’d be something neighbourly. Feigning an excuse to finally knock on her door, maybe to borrow a cup of sugar or to offer to help mow her lawn.

In less than realistic ideas you’d conjured late at night, you’d thought of her knocking on your own front door, hair scraped back, chest on show from a low neckline, and a flirtatious smile on her lips. You’d pictured her with a faux innocence, telling you she’d locked herself out of her house and was oh so thirsty; you’d invite her in until her husband came home and she’d claim you as her own. She’d leave you breathless and yearning for more before heading home to her nuclear family with a peck to your lips and a promise of another visit.

But tonight, walking home from a friend's house through the wooded area not too far from the suburban street you shared, you saw her closer than you ever had before.

Not through her bedroom window, not across the street where she helped her twins out of her car. But right there, in front of you, standing over a lifeless body of a man you didn’t recognise.

Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as the back of her hand swiped at the sweat on her forehead whilst the other had the hilt of a kitchen cleaver in its grasp. You froze - of course - how else was one to react to such a sight? The perfectly pristine facade of the woman you harboured lusting feelings for had been blanched with red, it was an impossible scene to imagine bumping into.

Her head whipped in your direction at the unfortunate snapping of a twig beneath your shoe and the smirk that upturned the corner of her lips made your heartbeat pick up even more. Somehow, all thoughts of the immorality of the situation were pushed to the back confines of your mind and were overtaken by the sight of the woman walking towards you.

Her face was splattered with drying streaks of blood and her t-shirt was soiled all the same. You’d barely spared a glance towards the blood-soaked man lying nearby before she’d grabbed your arm harshly and dragged you to the car shed parked across the street.

You were silent with the stumbling steps you took as she dragged you behind her, opening the back car door to push you onto the leather seats. She climbed in after you and the proximity of the macabre woman made your stomach flip in anticipation; the dirtied blade of the cleaver ghosted the side of your neck while her dark eyes stared at you.

“You’ll keep your fucking mouth shut,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “Am I clear?”

“Yes,” you breathed with a nod, fearful and lusting all at once. To your surprise, as well as her own, you held little regard for the fact she’d just murdered somebody.

“Good girl.”

“What - who was he? Did he - have you done this before?” your words were embarrassingly stuttered and frankly you had little clue what to ask her. The casual air about her indicated this wasn’t the first time and somehow that only made her more attractive; the idea that this innocent housewife held such a dark and callous secret that only you are party to made the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright.

“I don’t know him,” she shrugged. “I’ve just seen him around, and no, this isn’t the first time.”

Her voice held little emotion. As though this were something completely ordinary. She was an enigma to you, ethereal, and somehow you needed her more than ever.

“So those missing men - those articles in the papers - it’s all you,” you stated, it was all adding up. You know you’ve seen her arriving home at odd hours isn’t the night - you thought, perhaps, she was having an affair, and though you were jealous of the mystery companion, you didn’t blame her. Anyone would stray from such a boring life, and it turns out, she’s chosen a much more extreme extracurricular hobby.

“Mhm,” Wanda nodded. “But you won’t say anything, will you baby? You don’t wanna get mommy in any trouble.”

You’d not noticed the bag of tools she kept in the footwell beside you. Not until you felt the knife she’d reached for brush across your cheek as she spoke; whether you were to agree with her or not, it didn’t seem you had much of a choice. With the edge of a blade pushed against you, disobeying the wants of the wielder doesn’t seem wise

You merely nodded in earnest. Your head swam in an unfamiliar way at what she’d called herself, at the metal on your warm skin, the hand that had found your waist, and your back that had somehow found the solidness of the car seats. You’re not sure when she’d got you laying beneath her with her knees trapping you but the heat of her body this close was more sublime than any late-night imaginings.

“I won’t say anything, mommy,” you whispered, you could hardly get your voice to be any louder what with every lusting emotion coursing through you.

“I knew you were a good girl,” she smiled, inching your shirt upwards until the knife stroked over your belly. “But I also knew that the good girl I see in her bedroom is less than innocent.”

You could hear the thump of your heartbeat as she spoke and you hissed slightly at the sting of a small cut she left on your rib.

“I’ve seen you bringing people home,” she muttered with a hint of jealous venom on her tongue as she watched the blood form on your skin. “I see you come back at night. I see you after a shower, undressing yourself for anyone to see. I know that you’re a little slut, y/n.”

The angered tone of her voice uttered your name like velvet, each syllable was made for her lips.

“I’ve just been waiting to finally put you in your place.”

You sighed out at the feel of her tongue licking at the cuts she’d left behind, each one slowly placed with a musing pressure and an entertained glint in her eye. And to know that she’d been wanting you as much as you’d craved her only made the kiss she pushed against your lips that much sweeter. You could taste your own blood; metallic and blanched with a heated tension.

You accepted the dominating push of her tongue and held the softness of her hips in your hands with your thumbs nudged beneath her shirt to feel her skin. You could feel the warmth of her body and each exhale of breath caused by fervent kisses; you felt the smile she let out at the way your body tensed at the painful touch she lay to your rib, melding it together with the pleasure of her teeth ghosting the line of your jaw.

The hand that made its way into your underwear was confident and Wanda was pleased, yet unsurprised, with the wetness of your cunt. She knew her pretty neighbour was worth the wait, that each time she’d thought of you as the only means to get her through a lacklustre night with her husband, was going to pay off eventually. She’d been waiting to sink her teeth into you.

“I’ve noticed you watching me, sweet girl,” she murmured as her fingers pushed into you. “I know you’ve been aching for me to fuck you, haven’t you?”

“Yes, mommy,” you nodded abashedly, feeling your cheeks burn with the teasingly slow movement of her digit’s curlings. “I’ve wanted this so badly.”

She merely offered a hum in return, deep and guttural with her fingers burying into your sex and her hips absentmindedly rutting into yours. Everything was hot and sensual, bodies heated, and the feel of drying blood you felt on her cheek only added to the flusteringly wanton situation.

Wanda reveled in the small sounds at the back of your throat as her thumb rubbed over your sensitive clit, responding perfectly to each touch and maneuver she gave you. The ridge of the seam of her jeans hit against her with each glide of her core against your thigh, stimulating her senses just enough to pull the coil in her stomach tighter and tighter.

You aided her movements, fingers in her belt loops whilst lips were still partaking in sloppy, breathless, wanting kisses. The sounds you’d let roam in the secret of your mind could never compare to the ones the woman let out above you; musings hadn’t given them justice and the way they fell onto your ears made your cunt clench around her digits. The stuttered moans and scattered mutterings of your name, peppered with murmurs of praise, made your heartbeat pick up tenfold.

Her free hand held up the weight of her body leaning against the window, handprint smudging a cleared space in the steamed-up glass; you’re sure it’d be somewhat of an alarming sight from the other side. But, with her lips ghosting your skin with kisses that grew less precise with each step closer to her release, it was nowhere near the forefront of your mind.

You knew there’d be marks where her teeth had harshly dug into your neck; where she’d painfully sucked at your flesh as you mewled beneath her. You knew you’d look at them fondly, remembering this night vividly until they fade. And Wanda knew she’d leave more soon, she was nowhere near through with you.

“Cum for your mommy, sweetheart,” she rasped above you, keeping her eyes on your glossed-over ones with merely the dim light of the moon to show the lust-blown hue that had taken over the sea glass of her own.

It took little more to pull you over the edge with a moan of her name at the sublime feeling; the way your back arched into her chest and the slick arousal that coated her fingers had the same pleasure washing over her too. She rode out her high with her clothed pussy pushing along your thigh and she could feel the way her underwear had dampened, making a mental note to have you taste her as soon as possible.

Wanda blissfully sighed at the taste of your cum on her fingers, sucking them into her mouth with her tongue swiping them clean. You watched as she did so, taking in the surreally beautiful sight on top of you until she kissed you again. This time was less desperate, slower, a translation of crushes long kept.

“I’d like for us to do this again,” she spoke, looking at you questioningly and almost with a hint of nervousness.

“I’d like that, Wanda,” you nodded.

“Come over tomorrow,” she stated. “Maybe you could accompany me with my nighttime hobby.”

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[thegainingdesk]

Role Model

Chapter 1 - The Interview

Ravi desperately tugged at his trousers, trying to get them to close. His shirt bunched up at his shoulders and sat open to reveal a carpet of hair. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, this can't be happening," he said to the room.

"You okay?" Steven called through the open door. Ravi heard footsteps and Steven stook his head through.

"They don't fit," Ravi gestured down at himself and collapsed down on the bed.

"Oh. Well no, it doesn't seem to, umm," Steven cleared his throat. "Why do they need to?"

"My placement interview. I haven't had to wear anything smart for ages and I just sort of assumed they'd be okay," Ravi explained.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. For that nuclear place? Fuck! No, no, listen, right, Jason will have something that I bet will fit, because he's put on-" Simon caught himself. "Because he's about your size, I reckon. And he had his interview not long ago, so he'll have something."

Ravi noticed the almost-comment on his recent weight gain, but chose to ignore it. "Nope. Thought of that. He's away until Monday," he said, head buried in his hands.

Simon had already left the room. "He left his door unlocked though," he called through. "He never locks it." Ravi looked up, hope swelling in his chest. "He won't mind if you borrow something."

Ravi entered Jason's room to see Steven stood with the wardrobe open, pulling out a selection of shirts and trousers. "Oh my god, you beautiful, beautiful man! You've saved me, oh my god." Ravi quickly grasped Steven in a hug before picking up one of the shirts he'd pulled out.

Steven went red. "Oh, no, it's nothing really, just thought to check a door." Ravi wasn't paying attention to Steven's nervousness, already tugging down the trousers down his hairy thighs. "I'll umm, I'll leave you to it then," Steven said, leaving the room.

Ravi came into Steven's room a few minutes later, once again dejected. The shirt and trousers were buttoned closed now, but barely. The fabric of the shirt was straining, with a small gap of dark, hairy skin showing between the two buttons at his belly button, and Ravi walked awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable in the too tight clothes. "I can't actually be fatter than Jason can I?" Ravi asked, voice dejected.

Steven stared at Ravi's torso, unable to tear his eyes away. "I don't think you're umm… I think you're probably about the same size still, his placement interview was a couple of months ago now, so he could have put on a little weight since."

"Fuck. I always thought I was at least staying a bit slimmer than him," Ravi was looking down at his middle, rubbing his hands over the straining shirt.

Steven shifted in his seat uncomfortably, still unable to tear his eyes away from the larger man. "I wouldn't say that you're uh," he trailed off, and cleared his throat. "You know, it's not like you're actually, you know, or anything. Just put on a little weight. Stocky. Finding your adult body."

Ravi wasn't paying attention to Steven's discomfort, or the way he'd pulled his iPad over to his lap. "Fuck. I can't go like this, look at me." He poked the tight fabric around one of the straining buttons. "It's too hot to wear a jumper isn't it? I'll swelter."

Steven shook his head and took a deep breath. "It's fine," he told Ravi. "Really, it is. Look, if you put on a tie it'll cover up the buttons, we can use a tie clip to make sure it doesn't move. And a jacket will cover it a little. Can you sit down okay?"

Ravi hesitated, but slowly lowered down onto Steven's computer chair and groaned. "Just about. I feel like I'm getting cut in two." Steven could hear a slight strain to his voice, and did his best to ignore that the fat on Ravi's torso bulged even more as he sat.

"I think you're going to have to put up with it," Steven commiserated. "Just don't eat or drink anything, yeah? You're at your limit."

Ravi nodded and took a deep, steady breath. "Cheers mate. Really. I was freaking out there. This placement is perfect for me."

"Which is why you're going to get it! There's no-one else on the course that can say they've done the exact type of modeling they need." Steven walked over to Ravi and slapped him on the shoulder, before offering him a hand and heaving him up. "When is it?"

"I'm leaving in 20 minutes," Ravi said, unbuttoning his trousers and the top button of his shirt to give him some temporary relief.

"Fucking hell Rav! Give yourself a bit of prep time in future, yeah? Maybe give yourself a bit of time to get some new trousers if you need them."

"I know, I know. Lucky that Jason's a fat bastard too, eh?" Ravi joked and slapped his thick middle.

Steven gave a nervous laugh and ushered Ravi out the room. Once he was alone he let out a long, shuddering exhale and sank down onto his bed, fingers unbuttoning his trousers.

-

Ravi arrived at the swanky offices to find the other interviewees, most of whom he recognised from his uni course, sat with a woman with short, blue hair and a colourful, cartoon dress. "Ravi?" she asked as he approached. "Heather, we spoke on the phone. I'll be looking after you today." Ravi hoped he imagined the way her eyes flicked down to his shirt before widening a little. "I think that's everyone now, we can go up a touch early and get you all settled."

As Heather led the way, she explained the way the day would work. Ravi only half-listened, having read all of this in the email going over the day. He instead looked around at the other candidates. From what he knew of them, he was the best engineer of the bunch, and he'd already done several projects on the type of nuclear reactors that got developed at the company, but he noticed that all of them were dressed far sharper than he was, with swish suits and crisp shirts that seemed to fit them all perfectly.

"And this is where you're going to be based for the day!" Heather announced, gesturing around a conference room. "Help yourself to coffees and teas, and there's some snacks over there, biscuits, donuts, flapjacks, a bit of fruit. We'll bring you lunch at one and I'll come collect you all when we're ready for you." She raised her arm to wave as she left the room. "Good luck guys!"

The other candidates moved to make themselves coffee, while Ravi stared at the plate of donuts and biscuits. He remembered Steven's advice about not eating, as he drummed his fingers against his stomach, but he'd skipped breakfast, and his stomach was rumbling now. One couldn't hurt, he told himself, collecting a few biscuits and hesitating, before grabbing a donut as well and moving to one of the chairs. After all, he wouldn't interview very well if he was hungry. He sat down with a grunt and picked up the first biscuit, telling himself to eat it slowly, as he put the whole thing in his mouth in one go.

"Oh, hi Ravi," Ade, a handsome man on his course, said as he sat down next to him.

"Ade! What are you doing here? I thought you were going for that aerospace placement?" Ravi asked.

Ade rolled his eyes. "Tom got it. His dad works there so he was always going to get it," Ade grumbled.

"Tall hot Tom?" Ravi asked.

Ade shook his head. "Short hot Tom."

"Damn, I'm sorry, that sucks," Ravi commiserated.

Ade shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine. It wasn't very well connected, it turns out." His eyes flicked down to Ravi's waist. "Are you okay? You look a bit… uncomfortable."

Ravi shifted in his seat, fingers working their way around his waistline as he tried to stop it biting into his hips and the flesh around the bottom of his burgeoning belly. "Yeah, no, I'm fine. Clothes are just a bit tight really. You can't tell can you?"

Ade hesitated. "Not at all," he lied. "You look fine."

Heather walked in at that moment. "Ade, you've got your technical task now, and Ravi, you've got your interview."

Ravi quickly swallowed the biscuit he was eating and shoved his donut in his mouth, licking his fingers. He stood up with a slight grunt, and gave a thumbs up to Ade who returned it with a smile. "Good luck!" he told Ade. Ade turned back, but didn't reply.

-

The interview had gone well, Ravi thought, although he had noticed about 10 minutes in that he still had some powdered sugar from his donut down his front and had to try and discreetly brush it off. He was waiting for his technical task, which according to the schedule he was supposed to have last, at the very end of the day. He'd stretched his legs out and leaned back into his chair, attempting to get relief from the constant irritation of his clothes. He'd even allowed himself to take off his tie and undo his top button, where a mark now sat on his neck.

He was now sat watching the other candidates eat lunch, avoiding going too close to stop himself giving in to temptation.

Ade gestured at the platters. "You go ahead, I'm not eating. The guy that did the technical task said the company's got way too much money, I guess they spend it all on food."

Ravi hesitated before shaking his head, his fingers tracing some of the sorer sections of skin. "I shouldn't. I had a big breakfast."

"Jesus fuck this is a good sandwich though!" Brian, one of the other guys on Ravi's course, practically shouted.

Ravi edged closer to the platter of food. "I guess I should eat lunch really," he reasoned, speaking to no one in particular. "Brain food and all that." He picked up a sandwich and bit into it. It really was a good sandwich, with lots of pastrami and emmental, on a salty rye bread and with pickles throughout. Ravi moaned as he took another bite.

An hour later Ravi stood in the bathroom mirror, staring at the slivers of flesh that were now showing between each button. Giving up on doing up his top button again, he put on his tie, hoping it would disguise the undone button, and went back to the conference room, finding it empty, everyone else having finished their interviews.

He noticed that there was one uneaten sandwich still on the platter and shrugged to himself, finding even this small movement caused his shirt to bunch up uncomfortably now. By this point, he told himself, this shirt was obviously already too small, what was a sandwich going to hurt? He bit into it, savouring the flavours, wondering if the company lunches were always this good. He opted to stand while he waited, unsure about how well his clothes would stand to the strain of sitting down.

Eventually, Heather came to collect him for the final portion of the day, and led him to a room. He immediately felt less self-conscious about his clothes - the man running the technical portion of the task was huge.

His shirt was pulled tight by a soft, pillowy gut spilling out onto his thick thighs, while the outline of two breasts pushed out just above the crest of his gut. Dark, unkempt stubble covered a jowly face and double chin. "Tony," he greeted Ravi in a thick yorkshire accent, standing up with visible effort and offering his hand. "You'll be working with me if you get the place, I'm heading up the project we're recruiting for."

Ravi accepted Tony's hand, introducing himself, and Tony collapsed back into his chair, creaking filling the room. Ravi gingerly lowered himself into his own chair.

"Right, just to be clear, I'm only going to let people onto my team if they know their stuff, alright? I'm not carrying some lazy student. Don't try and blag your answers. If you don't know something, tell me how you'd work it out," Tony told Ravi. Ravi nodded, slightly taken aback at Tony's bluntness. "Right, you'll have one of those, won't you?" he said, pointing at a tray of pastries and donuts before picking one up and taking a bite, a shower of pastry flakes and sugar falling to join the covering that already sat on the shelf of his stomach. "All your uni mates turned them down. Probably too concerned about their figures." Despite this, there was clearly roughly half the tray missing.

If anything, Ravi felt confident after Tony's warning - he did know his stuff, better than his course mates at least. Despite his shirt feeling like it was about to explode, he reached out and took a pastry covered in chocolate and a donut, sensing that this was some form of initiation. "Good lad!" Tony called across the table, leaning back with a smile and drumming his fingers on his gut.

Ravi answered all of Tony's questions with ease, being familiar with the style of nuclear reactor the company researched and developed. Tony even seemed impressed when Ravi suggested a few minor modifications that could be made to the standard design, discussing his ideas behind each. Ravi periodically took a new pastry, which seemed to win Tony over each time.

Half an hour later, Tony grinned and congratulated Ravi on his answers, before slapping his knees and slowly standing, offering his hand to Ravi to shake. Ravi tensed his middle to stand up and -

-

"You tore your shirt?" Steven asked incredulously. "Like the buttons popped off? Like, in a story?"

Ravi shook his head confusedly. "What story? No, the seams at the side, see?" He twisted to show Steven, tearing the hole even wider in the process. "Oh fuck. Can you help me get this off?" He began to unbutton the shirt and Steven stood behind him to peel it off his arms.

"How did the interviewer react?" Steven asked, Ravi successfully extracted. Steven stood gripping the ruined shirt, knuckles almost white.

"That's the weird thing!" Ravi said, standing in just his trousers, the zipper pushed apart by his fat. "It made him seem to like me more! He just laughed and told me it 'happens to the best of us', like it's some daily occurrence or something."

"Still, you got the placement, that's the main thing," Steven pointed out.

"Yeah. That Ade from the course got a place too actually."

"Well that's nice," Steven said. "Here," he opened the fridge and offered Ravi a beer. "You deserve this I reckon. A curry too, to celebrate."

Ravi nodded. "Let me get these trousers off first though."

-

An hour and a half later, the two housemates sat watching a movie, the table in front of them covered in a selection of Indian food, and Ravi now in pyjamas.

"I need to lose some fucking weight," Ravi moaned in between bites, and slapped the paunch that bloated out in front of him. "Look at this thing! I used to have a 30 inch waist when I came to uni!"

Steven looked across at Ravi. "It's just because you've just eaten though. You're bloated." He paused. "What size trousers do you wear now then?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ravi scoffed. "Well those ones of Jason's today were 34s, and I managed not to burst out of those at least, so probably 36s." He looked down at himself. "I've got to lose some weight," he repeated to himself, quietly this time.

Steven tried to diffuse the mood. "Hey man, fuck it, it's second year, everyone puts on a little weight at uni, right?"

"You haven't," Ravi pointed out.

"And just think about next year!" Steven continued, ignoring Ravi. "It'll be great! All three of us on great placements at great companies, all living together."

"Yeah, yeah, I think you're right you know," Ravi replied, forgetting his earlier worries and grabbing some more food to pile on his plate. "Next year's going to be so good. And who cares if I've put on a little weight, right?" He lifted up his t-shirt and jiggled his small belly to emphasise his point. Steven smiled and shifted uncomfortably, pulling a pillow over his lap.

Chapter 2 - The First Day

Ravi and Ade at in Heather's office, thoroughly bored. They'd spent the morning filling out forms and going through various HR and safety briefings, and even the studious Ade was beginning to find it difficult to stay awake.

Ravi was disappointed to find out that the endless stream of food provided at the interview was just to attract candidates and wouldn't be a daily occurrence. Still, he was happy he'd opted to but the roomier 38 inch trousers when he'd bought new office-appropriate attire earlier that week, as he was sure that the pinch he'd felt when he'd tried on the 36s would have become unbearable after this long sat down, even if he hadn't eaten.

Ravi had felt self-conscious ever since arriving that day. Despite his clothes now fitting (he cringed, remembering his interview), he felt like a blob next to Ade's broad shoulders and small waist, with biceps straining against a smart and stylish shirt. Meanwhile, Ravi's weight had only climbed higher over the summer, his small paunch now pressing out obviously no matter what he wore.

"You about done then Heather?" Ravi heard a gruff northern voice behind him say. He turned around to see Tony stood, his soft and saggy gut barely contained by his shirt. Ravi couldn't be sure, but he thought he might not have been the only one to have put some weight on over the summer, as Tony's shirt was looking tight.

"Almost Tony," Heather smiled a little nervously. "I was just telling them about the company's current health drive and then I'm done." She turned back to them and handed each a small booklet, which they added to the rest of the paper they'd been given. "As part of our recent initiative to keep everyone happy, healthy and productive, we've replaced all the biscuits with fresh fruit in the main break room, and the company has organised a deal with a gym that's just a short walk from here, where every-"

"No one remembers all this stuff anyway Heather," Tony interrupted. "Come on lads, let's get to lunch."

The two stood, Ravi excited to hear that he was getting rewarded for his excruciatingly boring morning with food. "Well actually I was interested to hear about-" Ade began to say.

"It'll all be in an email. Or the employee handbook. Or somewhere else you'll never look. Come on." Tony started to lead them out the door. "Cheers Heather!" he called to the flustered woman. "Right you two, this company's got more bloody government funding than it knows what to do with, so on everyone's first day they get taken to lunch for far too much money. Still, it won't get used otherwise so I'm not complaining. You two keeping up?" he asked, turning to look at them. Ravi thought it would be difficult not to keep up with the large man's slow pace. "So I'm taking you to a slap up restaurant and you'll order more than you think you can eat."

"Oh, I'll probably just get a salad," Ade explained. "I'm on a diet where I restrict calories during certain-"

"Then you eat your salad and us two will eat everything else that we'll say is getting claimed for you, eh?" Ravi felt a shiver of excitement at the large man lumping Ravi in the same category as him that he couldn't explain. He told himself that he was just excited to be making a better impression on his boss.

They arrived at a restaurant that Ravi knew he'd never otherwise be able to afford, and got seated. "Bloody fancy restaurants with their bloody rickety chairs," Tony grumbled as he sat down.

They sat quietly for a while, pouring over the menu. Ade set his menu aside after a minute or so and sat with a tight-lipped smile while Ravi and Tony didn't look up from their own menus for quite some time. Just the descriptions of the dishes made Ravi's mouth water.

"Made your minds up lads?" Tony asked.

"Like I said-" Ade started.

"A salad, I know, I know." Tony turned to Ravi, a twinkle in his eye. "What about you then?" Just like at his interview, Ravi felt like he was being subtly challenged, but to what he wasn't sure.

"God, there's so much that looks good. The pork belly maybe. The moussaka looks great too."

"Get them both then, it's none of us that's paying," Tony insisted. "Choose two or three starters and sides while you're looking as well, you can't eat like this every day." Ravi thought that Tony might, in fact, eat like this every day.

They ordered, and their starters arrived shortly after, covering the table. Ravi was quietly thankful that Tony had insisted he order a few, as the portion sizes were small and he found himself looking forward to his mains. Despite being intent on his food, Tony clearly made an effort to speak to them both, asking about their university course and their interests outside of their degrees, and in return told them about the company and the team they were joining. Past his somewhat grumpy exterior, Ravi was warming to Tony, realising that he was just impatient and easily annoyed when things weren't being done in what he saw as the right way.

Halfway through his second main, Ravi began to slow the pace of his eating. The food was delicious, but rich, and he felt like there was a ball of lead in his stomach. Still, he soldiered on, unable to shake the fact that he was impressing Tony somehow. And indeed, as the meal went on, Tony seemed to become friendlier with Ravi, while Ade barely interacted with him, clearly bored of the extended meal.

Finally, Ravi put down his fork, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down his back and under his arms. He didn't know the last time he was this full, and his new clothes were already feeling just a touch tighter than was comfortable.

Tony meanwhile was coping far better with the feast he'd just consumed, but it was clear that he was more sluggish than before. Ravi had watched with fascination as the older man's gut had risen like dough throughout lunch, transforming from a thick apron of fat into a soft ball that sat in his lap.

Tony slowly raised his arm to get the attention of a waiter. "They've got this chocolate tart you'll love lad. Nothing like it." Ravi's eyes went wide. He wasn't sure how much more he could eat. Still, he just nodded with a small smile at Tony, even when Ade announced he didn't want dessert, giving him the perfect out.

-

"Right, this is us," Tony explained, showing them into a large open plan office. The walk back from lunch had been significantly slower than the walk to the restaurant, and it was now late afternoon. "Every team has its own individual space, so everyone here you'll be working with. There's meeting rooms over there," he pointed to an entire side of the room, sided in glass, "and individual working rooms over there if you need them," he pointed to another row of doors. "And this," he spread his arms a little, clearly feeling that this was the highlight of the short office tour, "is the office kitchen. We're not doing that bloody health initiative up here, so there's actual food available, don't worry. Help yourselves to biscuits, coffees, teas. I try to make sure there's usually some cakes or donuts or something most days. I actually want to thank my team, not starve them."

Ravi was thrilled to find that Tony kept their department stocked with treats and snacks, unlike the rest of the company. Despite the large lunch, he followed Tony's lead in grabbing a slice of cake and idly eating it as they walked around the office getting introduced to everyone. Ravi noticed that unlike the rest of the company, which seemed to present a unified clean, put together face, it was clear that this department was more casual, with the suits that he'd seen others wearing done away with in favour of simple shirts and trousers. He gladly took his tie off once it was clear it wasn't needed. He also noticed that in general, most of the team was on the heavier side than most of the rest of the company, especially the men, most of whom had dad bods or beer bellies hanging over their belts. He wondered if the company's health push might be somewhat targeted.

Ravi and Ade spent the rest of the afternoon sorting out their desks. By the time 5 pm rolled around, Ade had a spotless desk and a custom filing system, while Ravi had a pile of stationary piled on top of the various bits of paper he'd been passed throughout the day. Ade was sat deligently making notes on a project brief Tony had given them ("Don't bother looking at it today! First day's always a write-off anyway."), and would occasionally shoot a dirty look across at Ravi whenever he would let out a small burp, or his stomach would let out a loud gurgle. Ravi didn't pay these looks any mind, feeling far too tired and warm while he digested to really notice. Leaning back in his chair with sunlight streaming through the large windows, he felt like a python basking on a warm rock while it digested a particularly large meal. He didn't quite understand why he had such a persistent erection, but was too tired to really question it.

-

"All they do is eat all day!" Jason cried. "It's like all an office job is, is being bored all day and eating to relieve the boredom."

Steven nodded. "It's the same at mine. They debated about what the best biscuit is for about an hour."

"Golden Crunch Creams," Ravi said. "Best biscuit in the world." He drummed his fingers against his stomach, which had shrunk down a little from his earlier bloat. "I don't know, there's something going on at my placement. Like the manager actively encourages everyone to eat all day." He paused, hesitant to carry on, but unsure why. "He seemed almost impressed with how much I ate at lunch. And everyone's a bit fat. He's the biggest though. I don't know, it's like he's some kind of feeder."

"A what?" Steven asked nervously. "I'm not sure I know that word."

"Someone that likes to feed other people," Jason explained, shaking his head. "Context clues, yeah buddy?"

Steven laughed shakily. Ravi had noticed that Steven was always a little jumpy whenever anyone brought up gaining weight. He knew his family were all thin, so he wondered if Steven felt a lot of pressure to stay in shape. He shook his head, feeling sorry for him.

"Anyway, I'm too tired to cook, shall we order pizzas?" Jason suggested.

Ravi pressed his fingers lightly into his growing belly, feeling the soft layer of fat covering the taut, stretched stomach. "Yeah," he said quietly, "go on then."

Chapter 3 - The Christmas Party

While never reaching the excesses of that first lunch, Ravi was surprised at the sheer amount that Tony encouraged the team to eat throughout each day. Multiple boxes of sweet treats would appear each morning in the kitchen, and Tony would offer them round the office if they hadn't disappeared by the afternoon. Most would refuse, citing diets and growing waistlines, patting their slight paunches, and so inevitably Tony would end up at Ravi's desk, pushing a small pile of pastries, cakes and donuts towards him, usually without asking, making comments that "at least someone knows how to eat properly." Inevitably Ravi's cock would bounce in his increasingly tight trousers at these comments, and after stuffing all of the items into his mouth he would quietly slink down the corridor to the toilet, where he'd lock himself into a stall and fish his cock out, hand pumping madly. As he'd gingerly wipe himself clean afterwards, belly hair sticky, confusion and shame would rise in his chest, which would soon get forgotten about as his tongue would find a small missed crumb stuck on his lips, and he'd wander back to the office wondering if there were any biscuits left in the cupboards.

Ravi's favourite day of the week was Friday. While he knew Steven's and Jason's offices had traditions of bringing in cakes at the end of the week, that would be basically redundant under Tony's fattening regime. Instead, Tony had come up with Fromage Fridays a few years ago, bringing in huge cheese platters in the morning, so that most Friday afternoons would be spent with most people milling around the kitchen, grabbing bites of brie and goats cheese, before heading to the pub. On top of a day's worth of eating and several pints, Ravi would without fail get a greasy kebab or pizza on the way home, stuffing it greedily into his mouth, sauce dripping down onto his straining shirt, while one hand would lazily snake down his trousers as soon as he was back in his room.

Despite the company's health initiative, Ravi still found that the lunches provided in the cafeteria to be far richer and more filling than if he'd had to go out to buy a meal deal. He was quickly growing close to the rest of the team, who were all friendly and keen to get to know him. He noticed that many of them who turned down Tony's offers of sweets often indulged in a large lunch themselves, unable to resist, and maybe explaining why their dad bods weren't going away despite their supposed diets. Ravi was grateful that Tony sat to each lunch with the team, rather than with the other managers, and he quickly got to know the large man. The same couldn't be said for Ade, who would move to a new table each day with a salad brought from home, insisting upon Ravi the importance of networking.

"It's all one company," Ravi said one day. "Who can you realistically network with?"

Ade chuckled and shook his head. "Everyone here has a STEM degree. They all know people, who know people, who know hedge fund managers. It's not what you know Ravi, it's who you know."

Still, Ravi felt that what he knew was helping him out a lot more than who Ade knew, as Tony was consistently impressed with his work, and sent a glowing report back to the university towards Christmas, when the university term would be finishing.

The result of all this gluttony was that Ravi had once again bought a whole new set of clothes, and he realised with some dismay, these were getting uncomfortably tight themselves by the time Christmas rolled around. Whereas before he felt a lot of his gained weight had just filled him out, swelling his skinny adolescent body into the thick body of an adult, he now undeniably had a gut. Almost all of the weight he'd gained since starting his placement had gone straight to his middle, and he now had an almost perfectly spherical hairy ball gut at his centre, almost the same shape as a pregnant woman's, hovering above his waistline without any give or slack. He was starting to find the way it refused to squash or move to get in the way of basic tasks like tying his shoelaces, pushing back against him when he tried to lean down, to be utterly, irresistibly arousing.

-

Ravi sat at one of the tables at the edge of the dancefloor, nursing a pint. It was the office Christmas party, and he was wearing a jumper covered in Christmas trees, stretched tight over his new belly.

Tony settled down next to him, grunting as he sank into the seat, and put a plate piled high with food down on the table. The chair creaked ominously, and Tony froze for a moment. "One of these collapsed under me a few months ago." Tony explained. "I keep on telling them they need at least a couple of stronger chairs for the not so dainty among us, eh lad?"

Ravi laughed nervously, not sure how to feel that Tony was putting the two of them in the same category. It made him feel oddly proud, almost mature, like Tony had identified him as an equal, even if it was only due to his increasing weight. "Not quite in chair breaking territory yet Tony," he said eventually, giving an unsure slap to his belly, like he'd seen Tony do so often to emphasise a point.

Tony laughed. "I don't suppose you are lad! Don't worry, you'll get there." What the [I]fuck[/I] was that supposed to mean. Ravi laughed nervously again and shifted to hide his growing erection. "You not eating lad?"

"Oh, I've already grabbed some food."

"So? Go get some more. God knows none of these lot will be eating it." Ravi half-smiled in acknowledgement at the suggestion, and carried on drinking his pint. "Well? Go on, I'll keep your pint safe, get a plate," Tony ordered.

Realising Tony wasn't joking or just being friendly, Ravi quickly went to pile a plate high with food. He didn't quite understand the hold Tony had on him, but he found himself unable to resist the older man's every suggestion. Equally, he didn't know why Tony seemed to gravitate towards him, seeking him out at almost every opportunity.

Ravi got back to the table and immediately dug in. "Good lad," Tony said between his own mouthfuls, and Ravi again found himself growing hard.

They ate in silence for a while, before Ravi realised he should say something. "I'm really enjoying it here," he settled on.

Tony continued to chew for almost a full minute before swallowing and replying. "You're doing well lad. Fitting in alright, and your work's bloody good for someone that's still working at getting their degree." Ravi felt a swell of pride and sped up the rate he was eating at, keen not to let Tony down. "Not like that one anyway," he nodded towards Ade, shmoozing with a group of the higher ups.

"He'll be networking," Ravi chipped in around a chicken drumstick.

"Hmm, net's the only type of bloody work he's done since he got here. It's like he's not interested," Tony grumbled.

Ravi shook his head. "I don't think he's bothered about the work really. He wants to go into finance," he said by way of explanation.

"I bloody bet he does! And I never see him bloody eat owt either. Can't trust a man who doesn't eat properly, that's what I say," Tony said, perhaps a little too loudly. By way of response, Ravi took an enormous bite of potato salad.

As if he'd heard them, Ade started to walk over to Tony and Ravi's table. "We should go soon, people are starting to arrive for that uni drinks thing," Ade said. "If you're finished eating that is," he added bitchily.

"Give him a chance!" Tony barked, wiping some hummus off his plate with a large piece of bread. "You can't expect the boy to go out drinking without having eaten anything, can you?"

Ravi nodded, forcing the rest of his food down at a faster rate, before standing up unsteadily, his stomach overly full. He tried to pull his Christmas jumper down but it kept on riding up. "Right, I think I'm," he burped and Ade wrinkled his nose, "ready to go. Cheers Tony, have a good Christmas."

"You too lad! Don't get too drunk tonight, will you?"

Ravi and Ade left and got in a taxi. The ride was basically silent, which suited Ravi fine as he was busy rubbing his stuffed belly. He kept on shifting uncomfortably, and tried to hide a continuous stream of burps. When they arrived, Ade leapt out of the taxi and went into the bar without waiting for Ravi, who made his way much more slowly.

It was obvious that Ravi and Ade were some of the last to arrive, everyone else already clearly drunk. Ravi wove his way through the crowd, more difficult with his increasing girth, and found Jason and Steven.

"Eyyyy!" Jason cried as he saw Ravi. "It's the big man!" He patted Ravi's side. "Drink mate? Drink. I'm going to get a drink. Who else wants a drink?" He stumbled off to the bar, leaving Ravi with Steven, who stood in place, swaying slightly.

Steven mumbled something, eyes fixed somewhere around Ravi's middle. Ravi assumed he might have been trying to focus on something to keep him upright, or to stop from being sick. "What was that?" Ravi asked.

Steven's eyes lazily rose to meet Ravi's and he leaned in, stumbling so that he fell into Ravi's gut. He made no motion to stand up, and Ravi ended up supporting. "Big man," Steven slurred, repeating Jason's words from earlier.

Ravi laughed. "That's right mate! I've gotten pretty fucking fat recently, haven't I? I'm glad you haven't gotten so drunk that you can't see obvious shit."

Steven's face broke into a grin, mere inches away from Ravi's. "Fucking fat," he mumbled.

"Yeah, let's get you say down shall we?" Ravi slung an arm around Steven and maneovered him to a nearby seat. Just as they sat down, Jason appeared with pints for each of them. "I don't reckon he'll be needing his," Ravi told Jason, nodding his head towards Steven, now slumped in his chair, head resting against Ravi's chest. Ravi suspected he might be drooling a little.

"Perfect!" Jason said. "More for me!" He picked up Steven's ex-pint and chugged it down.

Ravi sighed. "I'm going to have to be in charge of you two tonight, aren't I?" He asked wearily.

"Yep!" Jason said cheerfully. Before taking a mouthful of his own pint.

Ravi felt Steven shift slightly and pushed him away, seating him by himself so that he was precariously balanced. Steven's mouth began to move, half-forming words.

"Like a story…" Steven mumbled.

Ravi laughed. "Like what story Steve? One about getting too drunk?" he asked.

Steve shook his head and mumbled something. Ravi could just about make out the word "builders".

"A story about builders! Very exciting." Ravi looked over at Jason and laughed.

Steven patted Ravi's stomach and slurred something that sounded like "gay" or maybe "gain".

"Ah, right," Ravi said. "Gay builders, got it." He turned to Jason. "I reckon he needs to get home."

"Mate, no, come on!" Jason protested.

"You can stay here, but I'm going to go with him," Ravi told him.

"What? No. You've just got here!" Jason said.

"Look at him mate, he's going to end up on the floor," Ravi said, gesturing towards Steven, his head slumped down to his chest.

Jason shrugged. "Fine, fine. We'll have to do a proper night out at some point though, yeah?"

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Just help me get him up, alright?"

Together the two took Steven outside, and Jason went back in as Ravi held him up while he ordered a ride. Once in, Steven collapsed against Ravi, both hands resting on his burgeoning gut. Ravi laughed. In Steven's drunkenness he'd started kneading his gut belly slightly, like a cat making biscuits. He'd have to make sure to make fun of him for it in the morning.

They got home, and Ravi helped Steven out of the car, thanking the driver profusely, and thanking god that Steven hadn't been sick. "Right, let's get you to bed," Ravi told Steven.

"Bed?" Steven asked quietly.

"Yes, we're getting you to bed," Ravi said patiently.

"You bed," Steven said, placing one hand of Ravi's chest.

"Yes, I'll go to bed in a bit too," Ravi reassured him.

"No," Steven said, stumbling up the stairs. "My bed."

Ravi laughed. It was like dealing with a toddler. "Yes, you'll go to your bed, I'll go to my bed."

Ravi helped Steven take his clothes off and put him to bed. Steven reached out and grabbed Ravi's hand.

"Ravi," Steven said quietly.

"Yeah?" Ravi asked

"Ravi," Steven repeated, a smile growing on his face. Ravi chuckled to himself and grabbed him a glass of water before leaving him alone.

Downstairs, Ravi grabbed a beer and looked to see what was in the fridge that he could eat.

Chapter 4 - The Project

Tony had called in the entire department for a meeting, and was detailing a massive new project. He'd ordered huge platters of food "to keep everyone focussed", but in reality most of it was going to Ravi and Tony, with a few others grazing here and there. Ravi felt like if anything all the food was making him less focussed, the heavy food making him drowsy, and he wondered how Tony managed to keep leading the meeting.

While many managers would present standing up, Tony steadfastly insisted on being sat down, citing a desire to improve conversation, but he'd confessed to Ravi that his feet just got tired after too long standing up, and have his usual knowing comment or nod to Ravi, implying he'd know all about that soon enough. Ravi studied Tony's body, the mammoth thighs, the gut that got accentuated as he sat down, the short, pudgy fingers. Tony had clearly put on weight recently, and while Ravi's own gain was much more obvious, he wondered whether he'd actually put on more, or if the weight was just more obvious on Ravi's smaller body. Ravi had absolutely ballooned recently, and new clothes started to feel constricting almost as soon as he'd bought them.

"... and I really am sorry, I am." Ravi shook his head to focus as he realised Tony was reaching the end of the meeting. "I'll be right there with you, but I reckon there'll be some late nights. I'll not force anyone, and I'll make sure you're fairly compensated, and I'll make sure you get fed, but ultimately that's the situation we're in."

There was some grumbling, but on the whole everyone showed willing, knowing that Tony wouldn't ask them if it wasn't necessary. The meeting slowly dispersed, but Ravi stayed to help Tony finish up the pile of snacks that always got ordered for any large meeting.

"Here, lad," Tony said after a while. "I won't blame you for sacking this project off. This is all extra, it won't impact your placement."

Ravi shook his head and hastily swallowed a mouthful of biscuits. "It sounds interesting. Really. It's what I'd like to do one day so I'd like to help however I can."

Tony nodded. "Right then. I'll talk to Grace about getting you up to speed with what we're looking at with the shielding." He strained to stand up, and walked slowly around the table to clap Ravi on the shoulder. "You're a good lad, lad," he said. Ravi smiled and blushed, unsure of what to say. Tony moved to leave the room. "Finish all this, won't you? I can't be bothered getting someone to clean it all up, and it'll just end up in the bin."

Ravi was left alone, looking at trays of food in front of him. Smiling, he slapped his belly, reveling in the way it rippled and shook, and grabbed a sandwich in each hand.

-

The start of the project heralded weeks of late nights, each one ending with Tony ordering enough food to feed them all twice over. Some would leave as the food arrived, wanting to get home, others would grab enough food to satiate themselves and run off, while a small group developed who would stay demolishing the food. Even this group would eventually leave, bloated and slowly growing, inevitably leaving just Tony and Ravi determinedly finishing the piles of greasy good.

Ravi didn't think it would be possible, but his growth accelerated. Ripples of fat became rolls which became folds. Thighs dimpled, arms shook, chins multiplied. The centre-peice, as ever, was Ravi's insatiable gut, expanding outwards, sagging down with its sheer, unyielding weight. Again and again, he would find himself weighed down beneath himself, breathing heavily, opposite Tony in much the same state. As soon as he was able to move, Ravi would shuffle off slowly to the bathroom, where he'd strain to reach his achingly hard cock, his arm maneuvering around his own enormous torso to relieve himself, an act that became more awkward by the day as he grew.

One night, after a particularly heavy work dinner of pizzas, Ravi stumbled home. As usual, Tony had ordered far too much food, and Ravi had ended up eating three whole pizzas to himself. He clutched his gurgling stomach and tried to breathe slowly to help himself digest.

"Hey man," Jason greeted him. "We were just about to order a Chinese. What do you want?"

Ravi stifled a burp. "No, it's fine, I've-" He belched. "I ate at work."

Steven shifted in his seat. "Come on," he insisted. "You'll just end up hungry by the time it arrives and I'm not letting you nick any of mine. Besides, it's been ages since we all ate dinner together."

Ravi pondered for a moment, his hand idly scratching at the patch of skin and hair showing underneath his shirt as it rode up. He couldn't really be considering eating, could he? He was already so stuffed. But he thought about the feeling of being stuffed beyond his limits, about how much he was enjoying getting bigger, about how Tony seemed so proud of his growing appetite and growing body. He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, go on then. Add a crispy chilli beef for me."

Steven tapped on his phone. "I'll add some extra sides and stuff as well, so there's enough for all of us."

Ravi cleared his throat. "I'm not sure how much I'll…" His voice was barely audible and unconvincing.

"Ordered!" Steven said. "Right, shall I get us all a beer?"

A while later the three of them sat in front of the TV and a table full of empty containers. Steven had long finished, and sat with his head leant back and clutching his small bloat. Jason was hunched over his food, eyes occasionally flicking towards Ravi, and slowly, with tortured breaths, forced the last of his food in, eager to not be seen to be giving up.

Ravi leant back, his arms spread wide and his face bright red. His plate was balanced precariously on his gut, and while his stomach was uncomfortably tight, he still carried on eating mindlessly, having become accustomed to pushing in food far past his limit. Below his gut, his cock was hard as steel, and he hoped that his two housemates were either too full themselves to notice, or that his large gut might block their view.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, Ravi and Jason finished the last of the food, taking their last mouthful at the same time. Jason flopped back, his face pale and strained. Ravi felt incapable of leaning forward or moving much at all, so simply left his plate balanced on his spherical gut.

Ravi belched, and the sound rolled around the room. Steven turned his head lazily to look at him. "Fuck me…" he whispered, staring in awe at Ravi's bloated body.

Ravi grinned through his pained expression. "I might have overdone it a little bit, eh?" He attempted to massage his gut a little and winced at the additional pressure.

"You ate more than me," Jason said weakly in between strained breaths. "I thought you'd said you'd already eaten."

"Do you think I'm overdoing it?" Ravi asked, looking down at the rising dome of fat in front of him.

"No mate," Steven said quickly. "You're enjoying yourself. Plenty of time to worry about dieting when you're older, eh?"

"I guess," Ravi said, unsure. He turned to look at Steven. "Look at you though, eh? You almost ate as much as us two. You'll be as fat as us both soon enough."

Steven closed his eyes and let out a small groan. He took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes and answering. "God I hope not." He gave a weak chuckle. "One of us has got to stay slim, at least."

"I hope you're not lumping me in with him," Jason said, his hands splayed out on his beer belly. "He's got 50 pounds on me easily these days."

"I umm, I should go to bed," Steven said suddenly, straining to stand. "Big day tomorrow. Night you two," he said as he rushed out the room.

"I should go too," Ravi said, mustering the energy to move his plate onto the table and hoist himself up. "Got to give a chance for all this to digest."

"I don't know how you eat like this all the time man," Jason said, not making any effort to move. "I can barely move."

Ravi slapped his gut, and admired the way it shook. "You get used to it I suppose."

-

As Ravi grew, his gut maintained its large spherical shape, but was starting to become soft and sag down. A thick layer of fat now sat on top of it, which Ravi would find himself absentmindedly playing with while he was working. The fat had started to distribute more around his body as well, his limbs thickening with fat rapidly, and his face starting to take on the jowly look that was so familiar on Tony's face, complete with the start of a double chin.

After one particularly late night, Tony and Ravi sat alone, surrounded by empty pizza boxes. Everyone else had left earlier, but the two of them couldn't tear themselves away from leftover food, so had stayed far later. Ravi had come to enjoy these one-on-one moments with Tony, and was grateful for them, knowing that hardly anyone else had the opportunity to talk to him on a personal level so frequently.

"Right, you've got to get home lad," Tony said finally, slapping his thighs and standing up. "It's too bloody late."

"It's fine, it's fine, really, I enjoy the work," Ravi protested. Even so, he stood and moved across the office to his desk, where he bent down to pick up his bag and-

"Fuck!"

"Everything okay lad?"

"Yeah, don't worry it's just-"

Tony whistled as he saw the seat of Ravi's trousers split wide open, revealing his boxers. "I bet that's been a long time coming, eh? Those have been painted on you for weeks."

Ravi tried to ignore the implication that Tony had been looking at his trousers, and his arse, for weeks, as he fought against a stiffening penis. "I just can't afford to keep on buying new clothes every two months!" he said with a sigh.

Tony laughed. "I was exactly the same when I was your size, felt like I was putting on a pound a day sometimes." Ravi was confused by the casual way Tony talked about gaining weight, the way he'd compare the two of them, and his growing arousal. He picked up his bag to cover his crotch. "Here, what size do you wear?"

Ravi sighed. "God knows nowadays. 44 waist maybe? And at least a couple of Xs to keep the L on my shirts company." He could feel himself growing red. Why couldn't he control himself around food? Why did he seem to enjoy it so much?

"Right, don't keep on buying new clothes, I reckon I'll have something that will fit you tucked away somewhere. Sam likes to keep them around to see how they fit." Ravi raised an eyebrow at this. Why would Tony's wife keep old clothes around when it was obvious that he'd not fit back into them anytime soon? "They might be a bit out of fashion, but that's quite trendy these days isn't it? Bit retro."

Ravi was beyond grateful, and he arrived early the next day wearing a too small t-shirt and some sweatpants. Tony passed him a large bag of clothes, and he went to the toilets to change. He opened up the bag and pulled out a shirt and a pair of dark trousers, holding them up to check the size. He couldn't really be this size, could he? There seemed to be acres of fabric here. But sure enough, as he slipped them on, he found them to be a perfect fit. He thought back to just a year ago, when he'd been as trim as any of his mates, and was now twice the size of some of them.

He unbuttoned the trousers almost immediately as his arousal grew. Despite knowing Tony obviously must have been this size at some point, having this tangible evidence that he was following in the footsteps of his boss gave him an odd sense of pride. He reached around his gut, larger and rounder than ever, to pump at his achingly hard cock and before long, streams of cum were coating the underside of his heaving gut.

He sat in the stall for a while catching his breath, hands idly roaming the flesh he'd gained over the last few months. Some time later he regained his composure and stood shakily, returning to the office as a few more people arrived. He tried to grin and act normal, but found himself in the kitchen all morning, cleaning out the selection of snacks.

Chapter 5 - The Breakthrough

"This is brilliant. This is…" Tony had the reactor model that Ravi had been working on up on the screen. "How did you come up with this?" Tony asked Ravi after some time looking at the various aspects of the shielding.

"I just used the ideas that you wanted me to look at and played around with them a bit." Ravi explained. "Honestly, I just took what you had already and-"

"No," Tony cut Ravi off. "I'm not letting you be humble about this. You're taking full credit. I'm going to show this to the director today. This could save the company millions Ravi, completely revolutionise how we deal with some of the safety protocols. You should be proud." Tony was beaming with pride at Ravi at this point, and Ravi blushed, unused to much praise at all from the gruff man.

Tony struggled to his feet. The recent long nights had hit both of their waistlines hard, and Tony's gut now completely dominated his frame, a soft pillow of fat that hung over his waist and flowed to fill his shirts. Above it, the outline of two soft man-breasts could be seen sinking down into his armpits. Still, Ravi knew that he'd put on even more weight than the older man, and his own large orb of a belly now strained against even Tony's old shirts that he'd lent him. While Tony was still significantly heavier than him, Ravi was nervous about the trend that was emerging, and had even recently wondered if he'd ever get up to Tony's size, the idea sending a thrill up Ravi's spine and deep in his groin that he didn't understand.

"This," Tony accentuated the word by slapping his gut, sending ripples across his entire body, "calls for a celebration I think." He walked around the desk, his body bumping into each piece of furniture he passed, and slapped Ravi on the shoulder. Ravi wondered how much his own body jiggled like Tony's. "You've done bloody well lad, there's a lot of qualified engineers at this company paid too bloody much to do work not half as good as this. Dinner tonight I think." He looked around. "Don't tell that skinny mate of yours, eh? I'm thanking you, not Ade. He's spent more time networking than he has doing work." Tony walked off, and Ravi watched how he almost waddled, each thigh sliding past each other, and fat swaying from side to side with each step. He wondered if his own walk had changed, and if anyone had noticed.

Tony had left early, passing Ravi a slip of paper with an address on, and said something about organising dinner. He'd debated with Ravi (at him, really) about various restaurants they could go to, but ended up settling on inviting Ravi to his own house. "Sam's cooking's the best you'll have. And there'll be enough for us both, don't you worry." He slapped his huge gut to make his point. Ravi had heard enough about Tony's wife's cooking over the past few months to know he should be excited.

-

Later that night, Ravi stood outside a large townhouse and rung the doorbell, before being greeted by a man he'd not met. "Hi, I don't know if I've got the right house, sorry, I'm-"

"Ravi! Of course, of course! I'm Samir, Tony's husband. You can call me Sam," the man introduced himself. Ravi stayed on the doorway for a moment, completely shocked. He'd assumed that Sam was some doting housewife intent on feeding up her man. However, the Sam that stood in front of him was tall, easily 6 and a half feet tall, and almost completely bald, with a thick beard, a lean muscular body, and skin the same dark brown as Ravi's, wearing a shirt that showed off bulging arms.

Ravi realised he hadn't moved, and Sam still stood beckoning him through the doorway. He shuffled in and Sam took his jacket.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. "You seem a little dazed."

"Sorry, no, I'm fine. It's just, well, if I'm honest, I wasn't actually expecting you to be, well, you know…" Ravi trailed off, embarrassed.

"A man?" Sam laughed. "Tony has a habit of flying under people's gaydars. I think it's the accent. Don't worry, it happens all the time. Right! This way! He can't stop talking about you, you know. Absolute wonder boy according to him."

Ravi didn't know if he was more shocked to find out Tony was gay or that his husband was so exuberant and cheerful, completely contrasting with his gruff manager. He was also confused about the contrast between their bodies - Sam could only be described as an absolute dilf, who clearly took care of his looks and went to the gym, whereas Tony was an absolute barge of a man, with scruffy stubble on a soft, jowly face.

Sam led Ravi through to an expensive looking kitchen, every surface covered with food, some cooked, some still being prepared. "Tony will be down in a second. There's some snacks on the table, help yourself. Can I get you a drink? Wine? Beer?"

Ravi nodded and grabbed a handful of crisps from the table. "A beer would be good, thanks." He looked around at all the food across the surfaces. "I didn't realise more people were coming."

Tony laughed as he walked in the room, his footsteps setting some wine glasses rattling and clinking against each other. "It's just us lad," he explained.

"Oh, the food, I assumed-"

"Don't you worry about all that, it'll all get put to good use."

Sam smiled. "I sometimes go a bit overboard when I'm cooking. I trained as a chef, so I like trying out new recipes if I get a willing audience." He handed Ravi his beer in a tall, elegant glass. "Don't worry if you don't want to eat too much, it'll all keep, we can send you off with some leftovers."

Tony laughed again. "No worries about that with this one," he slapped Ravi on his shoulder. "He's put away more than me a couple of times."

Ravi felt oddly proud at the comment. He rubbed his heavy gut through Tony's old shirt and smiled at Sam. "It all looks amazing."

"Let's get you two sat down then! I've got your first dish almost ready to come out, and I'm working on the second" Sam said, moving over to the oven and bending down to check its contents.

"Are you not joining us?" Ravi asked, a little confused.

"Oh, I'll be around, but I won't really eat. I tend to fill up just by tasting bits here and there as I go. I'll grab something if I get hungry, don't worry about me, you two enjoy yourselves."

Tony and Ravi sat down, and Tony raised his glass to Ravi. "To a bloody nuclear engineering genius!" Ravi bashfully joined in the toast.

Sam brought the first dish over, a huge rack of ribs, and set it down between them, quickly putting an enormous portion on each of their plates. The meat was delicious, some of the best Ravi had ever tasted. He ate it quickly, unable to slow down, and almost as soon as he was done, another plate was put down in front of him, piled high with buttery spiced potatoes and several chicken thighs in a spicy curry sauce.

-

It must have been hours later, when Ravi looked up from his plate to see Tony sat with his head tilted back, snoring gently. Ravi had grown used to the way that Tony's soft flab would rise like dough when he'd eaten a lot, but this was the most full he'd ever seen him, and his belly now sat in an enormous mound in front of him, riding high and heavy on his lap.

"Looks like you win," Sam said from behind him, placing yet another plate in front of him, some kind of fried dumpling.

"I bet that doesn't happen too often," Ravi said, his voice strained with the pressure of all the food in his gut.

"I don't remember the last time I saw anyone beat him. You must like eating," Sam took a seat next to Ravi and picked a dumpling up with his fingers.

"Oh yeah, the food was amazing, you're a great cook."

"Thank you. But that's not what I meant. It doesn't matter how good the food is, does it? You just like eating." Sam lifted up the dumpling to Ravi's lips and held it there, expectantly. Ravi hesitated before closing his eyes and opening his mouth, letting Sam push in the small doughy parcel. As he bit into it a mix of sweetness and saltiness exploded in his mouth at once and he moaned involuntarily.

"I guess," Ravi admitted. "I like the way food tastes. And how I feel after a good meal."

"And the effects?" Sam kept his voice light and casual, but laced every word with hidden meaning.

"I like to feel full," Ravi replied shakily.

"Oh you like more than just feeling full. Lots of people like feeling full," Sam said as he held another dumpling up to Ravi's mouth, who obediently took it. "You like feeling fat."

Ravi didn't say anything, he wasn't sure he could say anything. Instead he just sat and chewed, waiting for the next dumpling. His cock throbbed inside Sam's husband's old trousers.

"He can't stop talking about you, you know. Comes home every day talking about the wonder boy," Sam said, breaking the silence. He stood up and walked behind Ravi, picking up yet another dumpling and feeding him from behind.

"Oh, well umm," Ravi stuttered a little as he spoke, unsure what to say. "The project went really well and it was a team effort really."

Sam chuckled softly. "Oh I don't mean the engineering. He's proud of you, don't get me wrong. No, I mean, he can not stop talking about the boy that's come in and gained. All. This. Weight." He lightly patted the side of Ravi's gut as he said each of the words. "He's been coming home, asking me to cook more and more for him. I should thank you really, he hasn't been this excited about gaining in years." Ravi was about to ask what Sam meant by gaining. "He reached 400 pounds the other week. And he's not a very tall man. Can you imagine what that much weight feels like? I don't suppose you'll have to one day soon."

Ravi was silent. He didn't know what he could say. Sam filled the silence again. "And what about you? You must be closing in on 300 pounds, at least?"

"I haven't really weighed myself in a long time," Ravi said quietly, confused about the conversation and his own reaction to it. "It's not the kind of thing I'm that bothered by."

Sam pushed another dumpling into Ravi's mouth, before hooking his hands beneath his armpits, and smoothly, easily, raised him to his feet. "You sweet, oblivious boy. Come on then, follow me." Ravi staggered a little under the weight of the meal he'd just eaten, but obediently waddled after Sam up the stairs.

Sam stopped in a bathroom in front of a large, metal scales. "Hop on then," he ordered.

"I'm not really sure that I…" Ravi trailed off.

"Hop. On." Sam gave Ravi a gentle push and he relented. Sam bent down to check it for him, Ravi unable to see past the crest of his own body.

"308 pounds! Congratulations!" Sam said, a grin growing on his face. "The big three-oh-oh! I bet none of your little uni friends can say that can they?"

Ravi stared, dumbfounded. He had no idea he'd put on some much weight. "Well I've just had a big meal…"

Sam burst out laughing at this. "And how many people do you think weigh 308 pounds after a big meal? Do you think I would? Would your friends? How many people do you think could even eat as much as you have tonight? No, this is all you, Ravi," he placed his hands under Ravi's gut and shook it, setting it jiggling. "There's no need to be coy with me. Look at my husband. I know what you big boys like. I know what you want."

"And what's that?" Ravi asked shakily.

Sam leant in close and practically whispered. "You want to eat so fucking much." He leant back a little and smiled. "Do you feel absolutely stuffed Ravi?"

"I've eaten a lot, I feel really full, yeah," Ravi replied.

Sam shook his head. "That's not what I asked, is it Ravi? No, I asked you whether you were absolutely, unbearably, deliciously stuffed."

"No," Ravi replied quietly.

"No, what?" Sam's eyes were boring into his own.

Ravi took a deep breath. "Not yet."

"That's my boy!" Sam said softly. "Why don't you come with me?" He took Ravi's hand and led him back downstairs to the kitchen table where Tony still sat snoring softly.

"This," Sam said, approaching Ravi and holding a jug of thick brown liquid he'd fetched from the fridge, "is called a gainer shake. It's one of Tony's, but he won't miss it, don't worry. What do you think it does?"

"I don't know,' Ravi replied, his voice shaking.

"What does it do, Ravi?"

"It goes inside me," Ravi said, yearning for the promised feeling of fullness.

"Oh yes!" Sam said softly. "Oh yes, it'll certainly go inside you. But then, my little Ravi, what it will do, is make you fatter and fatter and fatter, and more full than you could possibly imagine." He laid a hand on the shelf of Ravi's stomach. "Would you like that Ravi?"

Ravi whimpered and nodded. Sam raised his chin with a single finger, and began to gently pour the mix down his throat, slowly so as not to overwhelm him. The shake was too thick, too sweet, too cold, to be truly enjoyable, but Ravi didn't really care. He only cared about swallowing the mixture, only cared what it would do to his body.

"There we go, that's a good boy, there we go," Sam cooed to Ravi. Ravi was unbearably, overwhelmingly full, but he couldn't stop. Each second the ecstasy of his stretching stomach grew.

Finally, the shake stopped trickling into his mouth, and Ravi squirmed in his seat, desperate for more. He panted, searching for oxygen to help his stomach digest. Sam gently massaged Ravi's gut.

"There's another jug in the fridge in the bedroom," Tony said, awake now and looking at Ravi. He heaved himself up, grunting as he did so, and made his slow way over to where Ravi was sat, almost immobilised by the leaden weight in his stomach. Tony leant over and whispered in his ear so that Ravi could feel the rough stubble rub against his cheek. "How about it lad? Will you drink another one of those shakes for me?"

Ravi could barely reply and simply gave a soft moan, full of desire. Tony grinned and turned to Sam. "You'll go get it, won't you love? I'm not making it up the stairs any time soon." He slapped his full gut.

As Sam ran upstairs, Tony turned back to Ravi. "This is what you've wanted all year, isn't it lad? Me and this fat gut feeding you bigger and bigger? When will you stop, do you think? Will you be able to? I thought I'd stop after the first 20 pounds, then 50, 100. 250 pounds later look at me." He spread his arms as if revealing a magic trick. "Will that be you boy? You've made a good start, but I think we'll need to push you on just a little further."

Sam was back now, and wasted no time in tilting Ravi's head back up. Despite being more full, Ravi managed to drink this one even faster, keen to impress Tony, who leant over him, whispering gentle encouragement in Ravi's ear. As he did so, his soft, warm flesh pushed into and enveloped Ravi's side, sending him wild and driving him onwards.

By the time the jug was finished, it was well past midnight. Ravi sat practically shaking from the exertion of pushing so much into his gut. He raised his arm to rub it gingerly, but even the gentlest touch caused him to wince in pain.

"Right then love," he heard Tony say to Sam. "I reckon we need to get this one in a taxi, what do you think? Mhm, these dumplings are amazing, are there any more?"

Ravi could hear them cleaning up around him, but couldn't even react. Instead they just moved around him, Tony's gut occasionally bumping into him. Eventually he felt his arms being draped over two shoulders, one set firm and square, one set soft and rounded, and he felt himself being lifted up and supported to the door, his legs staggering as he was all but carried outside. He felt Tony and Sam lower him into the taxi and Tony leant in close. "I'll see you at work on Monday lad. You rest up. We'll have to do this again sometime."

-

Ravi was surprised to find that no-one else was home, but couldn't bring himself to care very much, as he stumbled through the front door clutching his stuffed stomach, and staggered to the living room where he collapsed on the sofa. He briefly thought about going to his room, but the thought of climbing the stairs made him groan. Sluggishly, he undid the buttons on his agonised shirt and trousers, sighing as his gut surged forward in the new space afforded to it.

Ravi lay there for what might have been ten minutes or an hour, not even able to summon the energy to rub his aching belly and only able to take short shallow breaths, interrupted only by his constant stream of burps. He swore he could feel stretch marks forming in real time.

Ravi heard the front door open and Steven stumbled in, softly singing some song Ravi couldn't quite make out. After a few seconds Ravi heard a soft "Jesus fuck," from his housemate. He turned his head lazily, not even able to lift it properly, to find Steven frozen, staring with wide eyes at the fat man splayed out on the sofa. Ravi supposed he must look quite a sight, his fat hairy gut spilling out of his unbuttoned shirt, and the top of his trousers wide open to reveal his underwear.

"Steve, sorry I-" he cut himself off with a belch. "I'm just so full, I don't think I can-" he hiccuped and winced as the sudden motion rocked his too full body. "I can't move man. I'm sorry. You might have to put up with me like this for a bit." He burped again, long and loud and sighed in pleasure as it seemed to relieve some tiny amount of the pressure he felt.

The monstrous burp seems to have awoken Steven out of his trance and he stumbled forward a little, eyes glazed but still transfixed onto Ravi's exposed middle. He sat gently down in the small space on the sofa that Ravi wasn't splayed out into. "It's fine," he said quietly, almost a whisper. "Really, it's fine. We've all seen each other shirtless before right? Probably even seen each other naked a few times." Ravi could smell the beer on Steven's breath, explaining why he was coming in so late.

"Yeah, I reckon so, but I'm a bit heavier than the last time you saw me like this," Ravi started to laugh but quickly stopped himself when his straining stomach protested against the movement.

Steven let out a long, slow shaky breath, before clearing his throat. "It's the stress of placement year. Everyone's put on a bit of weight." His voice came out strained and higher than usual.

"Not sure anyone's put on quite so much as me. I weighed myself tonight you know. Well, got weighed. Over 300 pounds," Ravi confessed. He swore that he heard Steven whimper. "I was barely 14 stone a year ago, what the fuck happened."

Steven gingerly reached out a out a hand on Ravi's belly, and began to rub small circles, his fingers weaving through the soft, thick hair there. Ravi groaned in pleasure and his head fell back against the sofa. "No, I don't think anyone's put on nearly so much. Still, Jason's got a proper gut now and…" he hesitated before continuing. "And even I've put on about three stone."

Ravi let out a small, short laugh before opening his eyes and turning to look at Steven with a smile. "Shit man, really?" And indeed, there it was, the tiniest of pot bellies pushing out ever so slightly against Steven's shirt. Ravi couldn't help but notice the way Steven's trousers strained against the bulge there as well. Ravi reached out and poked Steven's small beginner belly gently, and Steven inhaled sharply. "You were always so skinny, now look at you. You'll be catching up with Jason soon."

"Oh fuck," Steven whispered, barely audible. "I'll be borrowing his old clothes soon I bet." Steven's hands continued to make their slow circles on Ravi's gut, and his eyes were transfixed. "Do you remember that? When you had to borrow his clothes? Ripped his shirt? God you looked so fucking ridiculous."

Ravi gave a small laugh and burped. "I guess I did, yeah. Got the placement though."

"Do you enjoy it?" Steven asked intently.

"The placement? Yeah, it's amazing. Absolutely amazing."

Steven shook his head. "I mean this," he stopped rubbing Ravi's gut to gently pat it to make his point. "Getting big, being big." He paused, and then in a voice even lower, so that Ravi had to strain to hear: "I like it." Ravi didn't know if Steven meant his own small belly, or Ravi's far larger one.

Ravi waited before replying, turning the idea over in his head. Steven continued to rub his gut in large, wide circles, applying just the gentlest of pressure. Finally Ravi nodded. "I like it," he was quiet now too. "I like that I'm bigger than all our friends, and take up more room than anyone else we know." Steven nodded, and his hand moved to Ravi's lower gut. Ravi could feel his cock growing hard in his underwear, and was aware that Steven must have noticed, since his trousers were wide open. "And I like the way it makes me feel more mature. More like a man." Steven's hand actually brushed Ravi's hard cock through his pants, and Ravi grew even more aroused, despite his own embarrassment.

Steven nodded. "A man. That's exactly what's happening Ravi. You're becoming a real man." He'd stopped rubbing Ravi's belly now and his hand was resting on the bottom of his gut, Ravi's hard-on pressing directly into it. Steven used his pinky finger to hook into Ravi's waistband and he spidered his hand in. "Just like Tony," Steven whispered in Ravi's ear as he gripped the fat man's cock. Ravi shuddered and his eyes rolled back.

While gently playing with Ravi, Steven slid Ravi's trousers and pants down to his knees, struggling a little due to how tight they were. He moved down in between Ravi's legs, pinned in by Ravi's lardy thighs. He deftly moved Ravi's cock from his hand to his mouth. Ravi couldn't stop himself moaning, his voice ringing around the small house, and if he could form coherent thoughts he'd have been thankful Jason wasn't in. Between his full gut and Steven's administrations, Ravi had never been so overwhelmed by sensations in his life and he found himself trembling. It wasn't long before he finished, pumping down Steven's throat, his loud moan turning into a long, rattling belch, and he was left a quivering, beached whale on the sofa, a fine sheen of sweat covering his hairy, dark skin.

Steven took his hand and helped to heave him to his feet. The seat was low, and it took Ravi some time to build up enough strength to shakily stand up. Steven kissed him, leaning past his taut centre, and led him by the hand to his bedroom. Once there, Ravi collapsed onto the bed and Steven helped him wriggle the rest of the way out of his constricting clothes. Still too tired to do anything, Ravi shuffled across the bed to make room for Steven, and Steven nestled into his fleshy side as they fell asleep.

Chapter 6: The Offer

Ravi woke up to find the bed empty, Steven having left at some point in the night. He cautiously moved to his room, careful to avoid Jason, and changed his clothes. He headed down to the kitchen, surprised how hungry he was after eating so much last night.

"Morning," Jason said, eating a large bowl of cereal shirtless. Ravi noticed the way Jason's belly folded over his waistline when he sat down, and the thickness that had accumulated across his torso.

"Morning," Ravi replied. "Have you seen Steven this morning? He, uhh, wasn't in his room when I checked."

Jason paused. "He went out. Listen, did something happen? He seemed really upset."

"What? No, nothing hap- I mean, nothing that would- I don't think I did anything to upset him." Ravi was bewildered. Did Steven regret it? Hadn't he initiated last night?

"I don't know what's happened, and I don't want to get involved, but you need to be careful how you talk to Steven, okay?" Jason sighed. "I knew this would end up happening at some point."

"What? What do you mean? Why do I have to be careful with Steven? What did you know would happen?"

Jason rubbed his temples and forced a smile. "Look, I'm not getting involved. Steven isn't here. He seemed upset. I've passed on all of the information I have, I've done my part." He sighed again and turned back to his cereal, clearly not wanting to carry on the conversation.

Ravi nodded and stayed quiet. He put some toast in the toaster and cracked some eggs into a frying pan, starting off his first round of breakfast. He'd gotten into the habit of treating himself to two or three breakfasts at the weekend, having grown used to eating at home and then again once he was at the office. He sent Steven a text while he waited. I'd like to speak to you. Sorry I missed you this morning.

Three breakfasts later (he really was surprised by hungry he was after last night, but there was a hollowness in his stomach that demanded to be filled), he sat playing video games with Jason, a table of snacks piled high in front of them. Ravi was losing badly, unable to concentrate, and constantly looking at his phone. He had to resist the urge not to text Steven again, best to wait for him to text back first. Still, he typed and retyped various messages before deleting them.

"Do you fancy a beer? We should start thinking about sorting dinner really," Jason said as the evening set in, struggling into a standing position. Ravi was impressed. Two lunches and plenty of snacks later, Jason had kept up admirably with him, and his dad bod had bloated up into a proper beer belly, and his t-shirt had ridden up to reveal a small sliver of belly. Ravi knew that far more of his own mammoth gut was showing, having not upgraded his casual wardrobe nearly as often as his work one, and thought that perhaps it was time to go shopping. Probably worth getting a couple of sizes too big in fact, since he was starting to admit to himself that his weight gain wasn't going to slow down any time soon.

A heavy dinner and several beers later, Jason sat groaning, holding his tight belly, while Ravi continued to graze on snacks and what was left of the mammoth dinner. Ravi let out a burp and picked up his phone, putting it straight back down when he didn't see anything on it.

"Stop it," Jason snapped, his eyes still closed.

"What?" Ravi asked. "I'm not doing anything."

"Checking your phone every 30 seconds. You've been doing it all day. It's really fucking annoying. What are you waiting for?" Jason had opened his eyes, but struggled to sit up straight.

Ravi was quiet for a while. "Steven won't talk to me. Something, ah… something happened last night."

Jason sighed. "Fuck. You guys had a fight?"

Ravi shook his head. "No, no, not a fight. We sort of had a… a moment, I guess."

Jason sighed again and rubbed his forehead. "Look, he probably doesn't want me to say anything, but this needs getting sorted sooner or later, and he's been getting worse recently." He looked Ravi in the eyes. "Steven's basically in love with you. Everyone else can tell. Even more recently for some reason."

"What?" Ravi asked. "No he's not. He's my mate. We're just mates. He's not in love with me."

"Yes he is! He just doesn't want to do anything because you're straight and he knows nothing can happen."

"No I'm not," Ravi said.

"Not what?" Jason asked.

"Straight. I'm literally not straight. You guys all know that," Ravi explained.

"Of course you are. You've had girlfriends. You fancy women," Jason looked at Ravi like he was mad.

"I mean, that would be a part of being bi, yeah. But I've had boyfriends. I went out with a guy in sixth form for like 2 years."

Jason sighed. "But none of us actually knew you in sixth form, did we? And you haven't done anything since to imply you're bi? Like mention it? Or sleep with a guy?"

"Ah. Right," Ravi said. "So Steven…"

"Thinks you're straight and that he has no chance with you," Jason finished for him. "Does he? Have a chance? Would you go out with him?"

Ravi turned the question over in his mind. "I think so. I don't know. It's weird. I've not really thought of him that way before this year, but maybe? Probably, even."

"Listen, I'm not getting involved, yeah? But just be careful. We're living together next year too and I don't want it to be awkward." Jason moved back to rubbing his tight stomach.

Ravi nodded and struggled up to grab some more food, thinking hard about what Jason had told him.

-

Ravi would have almost been impressed with how well Steven was avoiding him, if it weren't so annoying. He hadn't seen him in almost a week now, with Steven leaving the house early and coming back late.

At the office, Ravi was surprised to find that Tony barely mentioned what had happened the previous Friday. Oh, he'd mentioned the dinner party alright, said that Sam had liked him, wanted to invite him round again, but nothing about the way he'd pushed Ravi past his limits, both physically and sexually. Ravi got the impression Tony almost found it normal. Perhaps it was, to him.

Midweek, Ravi got called into the office of the company's CEO for a meeting. The tall, gaunt man motioned for him to sit, which Ravi did gingerly, wincing as he heard the chair creak beneath him. He adjusted his clothes to check that there wasn't any hairy fat spilling out anywhere, as was becoming all too common.

"I've heard some good things about you this year. Incredible things actually. Tony says you're brilliant, and you uhh," his eyes moved up and down Ravi's body, taking it in, "clearly fit into his team quite well."

Ravi thanked him and willed his stomach not to rumble.

"I understand you're finishing a placement here later this month, and then you'll finish your final year of university?" the thin man continued. Ravi nodded. "In which case we'd like to offer you a job once you've graduated. You'll find we can be very generous in terms of pay and incentives. Company car, private health insurance, gym membersh-" he cut himself off, "well, my point is, we can afford to be competitive, and we want you. I don't want your answer now, but do think about it won't you?"

He motioned that Ravi could leave, and the two shook hands. Ravi left buzzing, not even upset by the spot of mustard he noticed on his shirt as he left. He grabbed a small plate of a selection of donuts, and slid his phone out of his tight pocket. He sent a quick, excited text to some friends and family to tell them what had happened before steeling himself to text Steven.

Hey man! Haven't seen you this week! I got a job offer at my placement! They're really keen. I'd like to talk to you tonight. Will you be at the house?

He put his phone down before it buzzed almost immediately. A text from Steven simply read Okay. Ravi breathed a sigh of relief and fished a bar of chocolate from his drawer.

-

"Steven, hi," Ravi panted. He'd rushed home, and his shirt was damp with sweat, sticking to the curves of his body.

"Hey Ravi," Steven said quietly.

"I'm going out actually," Jason announced, collecting his things in a hurry. "I've got a date. Or something. I think. Whatever." He made his way to the door. "I'll be back later. Or tomorrow. Whatever works really." The door slammed behind him.

"I'm sorry," Steven started.

"What for?" Ravi asked.

"Last week. It wasn't right. I shouldn't have- look, I'm just sorry, okay." Steven wouldn't look at Ravi.

"I still don't know what for though, I'm not mad or annoyed or regret anything," Ravi insisted.

"You were drunk, I shouldn't have."

"No I wasn't," Ravi said.

"Then I was! I was too drunk and I acted stupid and I'm sorry," Steven said, his voice getting louder. "We're living together next year and we should just forget it happened."

"I don't think we can just forget what happened Steven. I don't want to." Ravi moved towards Steven, trying to catch his eye.

"So what? We talk about it and then make friends again and then I go back to… look, you're straight and I know that and it's fine but that doesn't mean it's easy for me." Steven's voice wavered.

"This shit again," Ravi said, exasperated. "I'm not straight. I've never said I'm straight."

This caught Steven off-guard and he actually looked up to look at Ravi. "You're literally straight. You've had sex with loads of girls."

"Yes!" Ravi agreed. "I also got a blowjob off my housemate last week and then spooned with him all night! I'm bisexual."

Steven looked away. "It still doesn't matter. We shouldn't have done it."

"Why?" Ravi pressed. "I enjoyed it! I don't understand why you think you have to be miserable about it."

"Because it's not the same!" Steven shouted. "Because I've been in fucking love with you for three years and you liked the fact that I gave you a blowjob. Because you've never thought about me that way until Friday. It wouldn't work."

Ravi sat down next to Steven on the sofa, who had to shift to make room for him. "You're right," be admitted. "I've not particularly thought about you like that. You're hot, don't get me wrong, but you're a mate." Steven sighed quietly. "I don't see why we can't try though. I like you, you like me, we're both living together, we might as well enjoy it."

"What if we fuck it up?" Steven asked. "What if it all goes wrong and it's awkward all of next year?"

Ravi spread his hands out in front of him. "I don't know. But I imagine we might sort of be in that situation already, right? You've avoided me all week, we're fighting now. If we went out for a few months it's not like we'd be making anything worse." Steven didn't move, but Ravi could feel his body become less tense. "Besides," he continued, trying to gauge Steven's mood, "imagine how fat I'd be this time next year if I had someone to fatten me up."

Steven looked up, tears in his eyes. "Don't make fun of me."

"Make fun of you? I'm the fat arse here. I'm right though, aren't I?" Ravi asked.

Steven nodded. "How did you know?"

Ravi shook his gut. "I think at this point the only people interested in me are into fat guys."

Steven started to smile, tears still in his eyes, and shook his head. "I liked you before you gained weight."

"But it's a bonus though, right?"

Steven laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, a bonus." He wiped his eyes and his smile grew. "So what do we do now?"

"Dinner?" Ravi suggested. "You stuff me until I can't move, and then we end up in your bed, if I remember correctly."

Steven nodded and wiped tears from his eyes. "Yeah. Sounds good."

Ravi reached up to wipe more tears from Steven's eyes, and then leant in to kiss him. Steven leaned in, pressing against Ravi's soft body. Ravi fell back, pulling Steven with him until Ravi was spread out on the sofa, his body spilling over the side, with Steven laying above him.

"Right then," Steven said after a while. "You stay there. I'll order some food."

Epilogue - The Second First Day

Ravi was once again sat in Heather's office.

"Sorry we have to go through all this! I know you already know so much about the company, it's just that a lot of its different as an employee, with payroll and everything."

Ravi just smiled and nodded, feeling the way the fat around his face bunched up and moved even with this small gesture. He wondered what Heather thought of how his body had changed over the past year. While he'd put on roughly the same amount of weight in his last year of university as he had during his placement year, it wasn't as noticeable, and most people just saw a fat man these days, but Ravi knew there was no way to ignore over a hundred pounds gained in a year. His gut had maintained its large, spherical shape, but the last hundred pounds had all been soft, creamy fat, layering underneath his skin, and his gut had lost its former firmness and started to droop further and further down.

He spent almost two hours with Heather, signing forms, reading policies, and he was absolutely ravenous. Ravi struggled to think of the last time he'd spent two hours while awake without eating anything at all. Certainly not within the last hundred pounds, and probably, he thought, thinking back, not since he'd first started his placement, almost two years ago.

Finally, Heather put all the paperwork in a folder and smiled. "Right, I'm going to put all this away. Welcome back Ravi, it's good to see you. You've got a meeting with Tony now - you can make your own way there, can't you? Same office as last year." She looked Ravi up and down as he struggled to stand. "This elevator's out of order on this side of the building by the way, but the one in reception's working."

Ravi grinned and thanked her. Stairs were not realistically an option at this point. Even walking along the corridor to reception felt something of a chore, building up the sheer momentum to get going requiring more force than for most people.

Ravi greeted a few people he knew, and went by the kitchen to pick up some snacks, before going over the Tony's office.

"Bloody hell lad! Look at the size of you! Not started a diet then I see," Tony walked around the desk to shake his hand.

Ravi looked down at the two enormous guts as they shook hands, watching the fat ripple, and could see Tony doing the same. He couldn't possibly be- no, that didn't make sense. But then, it did look-

Tony said it out loud first. "Here, how much are you weighing these days? You're almost looking bigger than me."

Ravi looked up at Tony to see his face nervous, clearly not wanting to hear the answer. He wasn't almost looking bigger than Tony at all. He looked a fair bit bigger. "I was 422 pounds at graduation about 6 weeks ago. Steven wanted to see how much I'd put on at uni. So I guess more than that? 430 at least, maybe 440?"

"Bloody hell." Ravi wasn't used to seeing Tony lost for words. "You reckon you've put on that much since then?"

Ravi shrugged, a little embarrassed. "Maybe. At the rate I've been growing, I've put on at least two pounds a week, probably three some weeks." Ravi had never really thought about it. No wonder Steven was always saying he was like something out of one of the gainer stories he loved so much. "To be honest, I was a little nervous I'd come back and you'd make me feel tiny, Tony."

Tony whistled. "No worries about that lad. No, Sam was just happy he got me to 400 pounds, I haven't really put on any weight this year. Half a stone maybe."

Ravi sat in silence for a while before speaking. "So that means that I weigh-"

"About two stone more than me. Jesus lad. I'll have to start eating more to catch up with you, I can't have one of my engineers outweighing me."

Ravi grinned. "Don't worry, I'll lend you some of my old shirts."

Tony grumbled something about cheeky children and sat down at his desk, gesturing Ravi towards the seat opposite. "All the green chairs in the office are reinforced, should be fine. Some of them still have arms on though, I've asked facilities to get it sorted, Tom got stuck in one last week. He's up to about 25 stone and all I reckon, I'll be having to worry about keeping up with him as well soon enough. Right then."

As Tony talked through some of the upcoming projects he wanted Ravi to work on, Ravi looked down at himself, shocked that he was now bigger than the man he'd looked up to for so long. He traced a finger along the huge arc of his body, constrained and held in shape by his tight shirt.

-

"How was the first day back?" Steven called from the kitchen in their new flat, the smell of dinner drifting through to Ravi.

"Great thanks, yeah! Dinner smells good!" Ravi called back.

Steven turned round as Ravi entered the kitchen and grinned. "Still plenty of food in the office?"

"God yeah. I think Tony's been stockpiling in anticipation of me arriving," he joked.

Steven laughed and stroked Ravi's gut. "That makes sense, I know I would. You're still hungry though?"

Ravi nodded. "Starving. I'll just have a quick sandwich before dinner. How was your day? Settling in a bit more?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, starting to get the hang of everything a bit more now, not quite so lost," he said before sighing. "I tell you what though, you never said how exhausting it is carrying around all this extra weight," he continued, rubbing his own gut. He'd gained alongside Ravi the last year and now sported his own soft, heavy ball gut.

Ravi laughed and joined Steven in stroking his gut. "First off, all I do is complain about how tired I am. Secondly, what do you know about being fat? You put on a little weight and all of a sudden you're king of the gainers."

"Oi, it's not just a little weight. I'm fatter than Jason now." This was true, despite Jason putting on weight himself last year. The three of them had made for quite the house of porkers by the end of their final year. "And 70 pounds in a year is a lot for most normal people. I could be almost 350 pounds this time next year," Steven continued.

"Well I'm glad you've got someone to aspire to and show you how it's done," Ravi said, slapping his gut and kissing Steven. "And it won't take you anything like a year to get to 350. Tony and Sam have invited us to go for a dinner party this weekend. Tony says Sam wants to make it a regular thing. You remember that time I went round?"

"Oh god, how could I forget?" Steven looked down at his belly and dug his fingers in to the flab, imagining himself even fatter. "What do you think? What if I ended up over 400 pounds, like you?"

Ravi smiled and kissed Steven, rubbing his gut. "Mhhmm, I think I could live with that. We might have to get Jason to move back in with us though, get someone under 300 pounds to help us round the flat. Especially if I keep on gaining at this rate. I'm fatter than Tony now!"

"What, really? Has he lost weight?" Steven asked.

Ravi shook his head, sending his jowls shaking. "Nope. Basically the same weight. I'm just bigger now."

"Oh my god, how does that feel? I remember when you came in after the interview saying how big he was."

"Incredible. Really amazing actually. I feel absolutely huge. I think he was a bit jealous actually," Ravi said, thinking back to their meeting.

"Well," Steven said, "at least he's got such a great role model."

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Café for Killers || 2 - Nick Fowler & Loki

Summary: In this café, where people usually enjoy their coffee, after 12 a.m., the actual customers arrive, posing a risk to the temporary owner's life as she works here.

Character: F!Reader x Nick Fowler x Loki

Chp 1, Chp 2 .-

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'Ring.' The sound of your alarm woke you.

You grumbled and rubbed your eyes with your fingers. Grabbing your phone, you saw it was already 10 a.m. Your sleeping schedule had also shifted because of the café's late hours.

The café had already been opened by your morning shift employee, who also knew the true purpose of the café. But it was your duty to handle the midnight guests.

After a quick shower, you headed to the grocery store to buy ingredients. There would be five midnight customers tonight. Most of them were regulars, but one had a specific request. He liked anything with mint—mint chocolate cake, mint iced coffee, cold brew.

When you arrived at the café, you immediately started making the cake. Your hands moved swiftly and efficiently, mixing the ingredients, baking, and finally decorating the cake with a minty touch.

Once the cake was done, you continued with the night shift, taking orders from students, nurses, and other night owls. The café bustled with activity, but your mind was on the midnight guests.

'Clink.'

The bell on the back door rang, signaling that the special customers had arrived.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and carefully placed five drinks and the mint cake on a tray. With a determined expression, you carried the tray towards the private room, ready to face whatever the night had in store.

☠️

As usual, guards were stationed at the private room's door.

When you walked in, you saw that all the customers were already seated at their respective tables. But something was off. There were supposed to be five customers, but there were six. The unknown guest was sitting with regular, Nick Fowler.

Nick Fowler, according to the information from your uncle, was a CIA agent. However, he was actually a triple agent and a broker. Your uncle had even noted: "Don’t trust him."

“There it is. You’re worth the wait,” Nick said with a smile as he saw you come in with his favorite treats.

You nodded at him, noting how he always wore a nice suit to project the image of a gentleman. But you knew better; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Your eyes shifted to the woman with red hair seated beside him. Noticing your gaze, Nick explained, “She’s my ex, and we need to talk.”

You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything and left his table. If your uncle were here, he would have kicked Nick out for not mentioning he was bringing someone in his booking note. But you weren't your uncle. You'd probably be dead if you tried to kick Nick out of the café.

You moved to another table to deliver their drinks, then stopped at one in particular. This customer always ordered the same thing: a hot Americano.

He also always came on the same day. Professor Loki.

Handing him his drink, you observed him for a moment. His presence was as mysterious as his name suggested, and he always seemed to be deep in thought.

From his info, you learned that Loki is a nuclear physicist, mathematician, and, most dangerously, an expert in poison—especially snake venom.

He seems dangerous, but he’s the only customer who remains calm and acts like a normal patron. He opens his laptop and starts working, unlike other killers who clean their weapons while enjoying their coffee.

“Thank you, dear,” Loki says with a British accent.

You nod and finally leave. Tonight might be different from yesterday since most of the killers here tonight are in the calm category, unlike Lloyd.

You open your phone and decide to watch a series to pass the time. But then you hear something.

‘THUD!’

You run to the private room and see Nick already on the ground. He looks pale and is struggling to breathe.

The woman is already being detained by the guards.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your heart pounding as you enter the scene.

Loki was already checking on Nick, his face calm and composed. He adjusted his reading glasses and examined the scene carefully.

“It looks like he’s been poisoned,” Loki said, his voice steady. “Most likely a mix of aconite and snake venom. We need to neutralize it quickly. Do you have any activated charcoal in your first aid kit?”

You nodded, trying to keep your panic in check. “I think we have that.” You ran to grab the first aid kit, your heart racing.

As you hurried away, Loki glanced at the woman who had been detained. “Mace, was it?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of curiosity. He heard Nick say her name before he fainted.

Mace glared back at him but said nothing, her eyes filled with defiance.

Loki looked at Mace, his eyes cold. "You made a mistake coming here. It must have been Nick who invited you. Don’t you know attempting to murder a regular faces severe consequences?”

Mace glared at Loki with anger.

Loki chuckled. “Nick is a smart man. He also chose the same day I visit this café. He had it coming.”

Mace glanced at the door, realizing she had no way to escape. Her only hope was you.

“No,” Loki continued, reading her thoughts. “She can’t help you. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t know all the rules of this place.” He went to his suitcase and picked out a syringe and a small bottle of liquid.

Mace's eyes widened, and she tried to scream, but the guards had gagged her. “Emrgh!”

Loki drew the liquid into the syringe. “It’s a new discovery from a snake I found in the Amazon,” he explained with a sinister calm.

He injected the poison into Mace's neck, his demeanor calm as he enjoyed his work. “If we let you leave, you would hold a grudge against this place. I can’t let you do that.”

Mace shivered, her body feeling hot and cold at the same time. She glanced at Nick, who was still struggling to breathe and cursed him for bringing her to this café. She had thought it was just a regular coffee shop. She never imagined it was filled with killers.

Slowly, she lost consciousness.

Just then, you appeared, carrying the first aid kit. “I found it,” you said, breathless.

Loki grabbed the kit from you and found the antidote for Nick. “He will live,” he said calmly.

You sighed in relief, then realized Mace was missing. “Where is she?”

“The guards are taking her to the car,” Loki replied, standing up and returning to his table. He continued his work as if nothing had happened.

The other three guests remained unfazed by the commotion.

You shivered and bowed slightly. “Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll bring snacks.” You hurried back to the front of the café.

Loki watched you leave, a chuckle escaping his lips. This was why he liked this place—a sanctuary for people like him, where there was no judgment.

Even though the urge to kill each other sometimes surfaced, it was the only place that fit people like him. And the bonus was having a cute, innocent barista like you. Seeing you trying your best to serve killers was amusing while clearly being scared.

He hoped your uncle would stay in the hospital a bit longer.

Who's going to be the next killer coming to the café?

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⦑ undercover secret - pt 1 ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x fem!reader (use of the word 'mum', gn otherwise) synopsis: this was supposed to be just a job, then you can finally live beyond paycheck to paycheck as a single parent. but you fell in love with your target, leon, that you were using as leverage. your boss calls you out of the blue, delivering you an unpleasant order that will result in heartbreak. content: smut 18+ only mdni, single parent/spy reader, porn with plot, fake-dating (kinda), table-fucking, manhandling, kidnapping, guns, nuclear weapons, mentions of death. « 2.5 k words┇masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

You’ve broken rule number one.

Never, under any circumstances, fall in love on the job.

Sounds of gunshots echoed through the range, cardboard figures sequentially collapsed, speared through the faded print. Leon brandished his new rifle, two steady hands supporting the rifle, a slight tilt of his head when he aimed. Your sight drifted from his targets to how his fringe draped lightly to his right, shoulder caps strained tightly against his compression shirt, the hem lifting up just a fraction to reveal a small of his back when he crouched into the scope.

Despite the murk of dried blood, dirt and sweat of Leon’s body, your eyes are drawn to the movement of his chiselled body.

“Well, what do you think?” Leon flicked his eyes at you, a light smirk on his lips.

“You’re good… I’ll give you that.” You drawled out the vowels, hands clapped deliberately with your legs extended from the barrel seat. The light in Leon’s eyes lustered ever so slightly – almost imperceptible to everyone else, but obvious for you.

Leon can’t fool you, even if he tried. Your keen eyes were trained to discern his every reaction. He is not the kind to emote with his face, rather subtle motions done unconsciously in attempts to conceal his true thoughts. You noticed.

How he would tuck his hands into his pocket when he’s anxious... how his lips pursed when he’s upset, how brows twisted together in a twitch when he’s happy…

After all, you had Leon meticulously analysed and deconstructed before your existence was known.

It felt like yesterday when Wesker walked up to you at your night job, third job that day, at a crusty bar in the middle of Texas.

Stuck in a dead-end job, working eighty hours every week to scrape by rent, food, and school bills for your six year old daughter. You had no diploma, no certificate to prove yourself. But you are good with people. More accurately, you are good at lying.

You lied about life at the bar, making your life appear more enticing than it is to earn more tips from customers.

Yesterday, you were a theatre kid dreaming of making it big in Hollywood. Today, you are loosely related to the famous artist, Claude Monet. Tomorrow, who knows what you’ll be. You illustrated your life through the dreams you wanted, and maybe then, the pain might go away, even if it’s just for one night.

But Wesker saw through you. He saw through who you are. He knew you were perfect for the job.

Desperate for money, you accepted. Wesker paid you a hefty sum each week to watch over Leon. You observed him for months during his day-offs, places his frequented, memorised his schedule through countless nights staking out in front of his apartment. You studied him to the bone, so you could be his perfect partner for your agenda.

Three months later, you revealed your fabricated façade in front of him, under the guise as a researcher with field experience. Leon couldn’t resist – not the you in the red outfit, dyed hair, trained voice so seductive it summoned his attention in mere seconds.

You let Leon believed he made the first move, that he managed to win you over with a cheesy candlelit dinner, despite the objective you carried. Within a short three weeks of dating, Leon uttered his first ‘I love you’ . It was all according to the plan, until you received the most devastating news from your heart.

You fell in love.

“Baby. What’re you thinking?” The blonde next to you brushed his lips on the back of your raised palm, a gentle kiss, a quiet reassurance. His unkempt hair and muddied face simply accentuated the blues between his lashes, igniting an emotion you so desperately want to suppress.

Detach your emotions. You reminded yourself, but it resembled a cry for mercy to your heart.

“Imagining how I’m going to play with you after this mission.” It was true, but untruthful all in one. You teased a grin out of your lips, an urge to break free the shackles of falsehood restrained behind your bitten tongue.

Leon’s features softened into a grin, glancing away as if to avoid your sight to his lightly tinted cheeks. The ink in his pupils dilated, groomed eyebrows repelling from the centre, crow’s feet dangling in joy. In solitude with you, Leon became familiar with how his emotions would spill in front of you, always wondering what he ever did to deserve you.

He was too in love to see what you're doing to him. He was too in love to see you’ve been detouring his route. He was too in love to see that you will never make it to Ashley Graham in time.

Guilt trickled into your chest, slow yet constant, eventually filling your heart with a weight of the impending day that you would leave Leon forever at the end of this mission. With nothing but a farewell note to grief his sorrows.

Leon dropped his head to kiss you on the lips ever so gentle and trusting.

You still have time. You don’t have to think about that now. You can just pretend for a moment this will last forever.

The sound of muffled vibrations from your pockets snapped you from your thoughts. One glance at the caller ID, and you paused.  

“My research lead’s calling.” You gestured to your phone, swiftly leaving the gun range to hide, answering when you're out of earshot. Irritated, your voice flipped to your natural tone and cadence.

“What is it, Krauser?”

“New orders. The Amber is retrieved. Wesker sent a nuke to wipe out the island. It’s arriving…” His gruff voice grew into an audible smirk. “in T-minus thirty minutes.”

“What about me?” You panicked. Wesker was going to leave you behind.

“You’ll be just out of range.” He paused. “I think. But the rookie must live. I’ll kill him with my own hands.”

Your mind instantly thought of your daughter, Abby, that if you were to die today, she would be alone… the thought broke your heart.

“I can’t do this anymore. I want to go. Home.”

“You don’t get a choice – it’s either this, or your daughter dies.” The phone buzzed at the static of Krauser’s growl. Your head goes blank. Suddenly, you can’t think straight.

“What did you do to Abby?” Your voice cracked, almost fuming, phone clutched tighter. “Don’t touch my daughter, you filthy scum.”

“Then do as you’re asked.” Just like that, Krauser hung up.

Quick to jump to conclusions, your brain imagined the worst possible scenario – your baby daughter starved, held against her will, crying for her mother’s help. Cold sweat collected at your quivered hand, almost slipping your phone off your hands.

The blunt sound of rounds fired through the shooting range. You paced to Leon quickly, mind in a daze, urgently snapping back to the present. Fear tied you to the railway tracks, and the train is rapidly approaching.

“What did your lead sa– ” In one swift motion, you draped your arms around Leon’s waist before he could finish his sentence. With your front flushed against his sturdy back, you brainstormed your next move while the clock counted down. “Did something happen?”

25 minutes.

You mentally adjusted to the time, while shaking your head to his response.  “I just really miss you. That's all.”

Twenty-five minutes, that’s all you needed. Ashley Graham would have to find her own way out on this one.

You nuzzled into Leon’s back deliberately, pecking gentle kisses light enough that tickled just enough for him to turn around. You pounced at this opportunity to kiss him on the lips, breathing sweet nothings into his ear. “I want you.”

“Right now?” A raised eyebrow, a glance around his surroundings, and a sneer like he had just been pranked.

You crawled your hands to his biceps, seizing the bulge where his sleeves and skin meet, picking the garment off.

“Sweetheart…” His breath turned chesty, audible. “Don’t do this to me…”

Leon displayed no signals for you to stop, despite his words betraying him. His calloused fingertips ventured to your waist, squeezing lightly on your love handles as if that alone will satisfy all his urges.

The air between you two thickened, his finger coming up to between your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, until your cheeks were secured in his palm, until his eyes could carve out every curvature of your lips. Leon’s softened expression extorted something in you that you desperately wanted to suppress – something trivial that should not be your priority right now.

Stay focus, you. Your daughter is hurting.

15 minutes.

Yet your heart pulsed electric, conducting a spark that obsessed you wholly. A relentless force compelled you to run your breath down the slight-sloped trapezius. It called for you to play with fire just a bit longer, at least until the calmness in his gaze dissipates. Transforming into a stare so carnal you felt you were about to be preyed upon.

“C’mon, baby. Just five minutes. Then I’ll wait till we’re home.” You prodded at his desires with a whisper, arms hooked around his neck, summoning his eagerness with a murmur into his earlobes. “I know you want it too.”

Leon’s throat cleared, jaw clenched in resistance, swallowing back the temptation and reminded, not just to you, but to himself. “We’re on duty.”

Begrudgingly, he is determined to see this mission through.

You unclipped your tactical gear, letting it land on the floor next to you. Next your belt went too, along with your jeans and underwear in one tug. Leon stared at you with eyes charged with lust as you revealed your bareness in front of him, your top still clothed. A tear of slick ran down your thigh.

“Fuck…” Low growls released between Leon’s breath. His fists clenched white, a futile attempt to resist his desire. “You always want it your way, don’t you?”

When Leon started unbuckling underneath you, you know you have won.

“I’ve convinced you, huh?” You used this opportunity to pull off yours and his ear piece in the heat of the moment. If Hunnigan called to warn Leon about the incident, you would be in great trouble. “Taking these off so Hunnigan can’t hear us.”

“Stop talking.” He cut you off, tone abrasive, commanding.

Leon hoisted your whole body, which led you to shriek, hooking your legs around his waist for support. You groaned in pain as your butt slammed harshly against the bench on the shooting range while he ensnared your lips into his, devouring your taste.

“You wanna test me? Fine. I’m not going to hold back anymore.” Leon grimaced, eyes veiled with a fiery lust you haven’t seen from him in a while. It was evident that both of you have been pent up after weeks of chastity. His hand dipped southwards, circling your inner thighs with his thumb, not quite at the speed you wished he would be at.

“Lee… please.” You pleaded, grinding yourself against his hips.

Leon slicked his hand up with his spit, coating his dick damp, and buried himself inside of you. You arched yourself at the edge of the bench, both hands behind you bracing the impact of his passion. You swallowed a mouthful of cold air, a hazy gasp liberated you from the knot of stress, all while Leon’s eyes fixated on your every squirm.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Your heart pounded against your chest, and you nodded through bitten lip.

The sound of your slick permeated through the dimly lit room, perfectly atmosphered for this kind of activity. Leon leaned onto his knees, slamming you deeper until your torso almost tipped over the other side of the bench, forcing you to readjust. The wood furnishings creaked loudly at each thrust as your mind blanked.

You flushed your body against his, a deep groan rooted from your core. Your breath hastened, a welling of excitement begged for release. No coherent thought passed your brain as you chased your orgasms together.

Leon slumped on top of your body, cheeks tinted pink as your chests heaved in exertion. The roughness of his hands dissipated, in favour of affection. His nails stroked along your scalp, brushing away the ill-sensation that lingered in you.

“You’re so beautiful.” Leon planted a kiss of gratitude and sentiment on your forehead. The words tickled you slightly at the throat, letting out a sighed chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing.” He would laugh too if he knew that you were, and still is, the opposite of beautiful. A lying, money hungry, hideous witch on the inside. You glanced down at your watch face, timer counting down to five minutes.

“I’m going to call my lead.” You dressed yourself, pacing away urgently. Anxiety returned as quick as it had left, and the surge of concern ran through your mind, desperate for answers. Desperate for any kind of affirmation that Abby would be okay.

Your finger dialled the number in your recent list, connecting the line.

“Oh, if it isn’t you.” Krauser’s tone condescending. “My orders were to keep the rookie distracted.”

“Leon won’t make it to the island in five minutes by boat. He won’t be a problem, I swear.” You clarified. “Now, where’s Abby? Tell me where she is.”

“Don’t worry about her. She’s alive… for now.” Through gritted teeth, you silenced your anger. You need to know at all cost. “Let me hear her. Please.”

Krauser snickered, his voice fading into the background and a familiar voice, was muffled, panted deeply in release.

“Mum!”

“Abby?” Your fist unclenched your phone, softening at the sound of your daughter’s voice despite Abby’s much restraint and struggle. “I’m coming to rescue you sweetie. Mummy’s coming, love. Hang in there for me a bit longer, okay? I miss you so much, my beautiful.”

“I miss you too, mu–” Her words cut off before she could finish.

Footsteps. Leon’s.

“We need to go. There’s an incoming attack.” Leon darted around the corner in urgency, his hand pressed into his ear piece with Hunnigan through the other end. Your eyes met his, phone broadcasting the cries of help from your daughter, struggled and muffled groans crying out ‘mum’.

One reddened eye, that was all it took. Without warning, tears escaped through your eyes like a bowl welled up to the very brim, one droplet away from crumbling the barriers you worked so hard to build, your very foundation itself. Your daughter is going to die, and the love of your life knows that you’re a liar.

This is it. This is the end.

“What’s going on?” Leon marched to you, each step slow and deliberate. “Who’s that girl?”

To Be Continued in Part 2.

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE VILLAIN DEKU X READER

You were a 5 year old cute adorable shy little girl but wasn't afraid to protect your loved ones. You were going to the playground to practice using your quirk which by the way, was Nuclear Explosion. you were about to play on the swing and just then, you saw a certain green broccoli haired boy getting bullied by a loud angry ash blonde who suspiciously, looked like a rat or a hedgehog on crack

''Face it Deku! I'm better than you and you're just a quirkless pathetic waste of space who will NEVER surpass me and don't waste your time aiming to be a hero'' snarled the blonde as the green haired kid looked like as if he was about to cry. The blonde haired boy pushed him and he fell and that's what made your blood boil in anger.

''Hey! Stop bullying him you big meanie!'' you yelled and stuck your tongue at him. ''What did you say to me you damn extra?'' shouted the blonde kid. You fired your nuclear explosions at him and his 3 goons and they left in a hurry after that. "I'll get you for this you damn extra, whatever the hell your name is!'' he shouted. ''I have a NAME and it's Y/N you big moron!'' You helped the green haired kid get up and he had some tears in his eyes and was clutching an all might figurine, someone who you were fond of as well

''Are you all right?'' you asked the green haired kid as he nodded and stuttered that he was fine. He introduced himself as Izuku Midoriya and the blonde who bullied him was Kaachan or Katsuki bakugou. ''Come on, I'll help you clean up, you have a pretty big bruise there on your knee'' and led him towards a park bench. You patched it up with a band-aid as Izuku saw your tiny soft magical hands at work. He turned red whenever you touched him and his face was becoming flushed and his heart beat faster than ever. ''Are you okay? Do you have a fever?'' you asked him and touched his forehead and he shook his head vigorously. You both became best friends after that and you stood up for him whenever Katsuki bullied him. Little did you know, even Katsuki had grown feelings towards you. Fast forward to where you guys are in middle school cuz, I'm too lazy (lol)

Izuku's POV: Here I am, waiting for Y/N chan in front of her house so we can go to school together. I really LOVE and enjoy having her around. She always helps me when Kaachan bullies me and she's really kind and caring. But... why does my chest hurt so much when she talks to other people and gives them her attention? I hate it when Y/N spends her precious time with someone else.... They don't deserve her. They don't deserve her attention. I wish I could be strong so I could protect her just like a knight in shining armor and all that. 

''Izuku!'' chirped a cheerful and yet soft female voice snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Y/N looking at me with her beautiful eyes. "Shall we get going?'' she asked me. "S-sure'' I stuttered. We were on the way to our middle school and we witnessed a fight between our idol All Might and a villain. ''Oh my gods, LOOK!'' gasped Y/N and clutched my arm looking nervous. Of course, I turned pink but she didn't see it, thank goodness. We were watching the fight and finally All Might won. I wanted to talk to him and I asked Y/N to go on without me even though I was reluctant to leave her alone. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her but..... I needed to talk to All Might alone. "All Might, do-d- do you think I could still become a hero without a quirk?'' and when All Might gave me his answer, it shattered my heart into a million pieces. He said I couldn't be a hero without a quirk and I was devastated! All my hopes and dreams crushed within less than a second! I went to school feeling like garbage since that's exactly how I felt right now. Maybe Kaachan was right..... maybe I shouldn't be a hero..... I'm just a pathetic quirkless nobody. I went to school and when our homeroom teacher announced that me, Y/N and Kaachan wanted to get into the UA, people started snickering at us. Well, at me mostly. Y/N asked them to shut up and then got into a heated argument with Katsuki and finally ended up in detention, along with him. I have to admit, Y/N gotten bolder and it's really cute and adorable. 

But I wasn't going to let MY darling Y/N chan be ALONE with Kaachan for an ENTIRE hour. Who knows what he's going to do to her? So, in order for her not to be lonely and to keep an eye on Kaachan to make sure he doesn't try anything with my puppy, I NEED to get detention too. So, I purposefully looked like as if I wasn't paying attention to the teacher and what do you know? I got detention as well.... 

The bell finally rang and soon, it was time for detention. Y/N headed out and told me she'd wait for me at the detention room. I was about to follow her when Kaachan pulled me back by my collar and hissed, ''Stay the HELL away from Y/N. She's MINE and I LOVE her, you understand, you DAMN nerd?'' and burned my wrists a little. ''Kaachan stop it, I love her too'' I said and that's how burns decorated my body yet again. ''Just stay away from her and why not take a swan dive off a roof? If you're lucky you'll wake up with a quirk in your NEXT life'' and burned  my hero analysis notebook to ash. Y/N chan comforted me during detention and swore that she'd pulverize him to death but I shook my head. Soon, it was time for us to go home but I didn't go home. No. I went somewhere and met someone who changed my life forever and made me see things in a different perspective..... That day had completely changed me and no doubt, my darling Y/N chan would certainly have tears in her eyes but I'll wipe them off and comfort her.... After all... I'm the ONLY one she needs.....

Y/N's POV: It' been 2 years since my best friend Izuku went missing. I never liked calling him 'Deku' since it meant useless and it was given to him by that hot headed hedgehog Katsuki. I swore to myself that I'd gain my pro hero licence and the second I do, I would do WHATEVER I could to find him and get him back. His mother was out of her mind with worry every single day and I would comfort her before going to the UA, the most prestigious school in Japan for upcoming heroes. Unfortunately, even Kaachan got in too. I went to Mrs. Midoriya's house and comforted her and went to the UA. Seeing the building always made me have glistening tears in my eyes since it was our dream to be in the UA together and now.... that was all just a mirage. I made my way to class 1a and while Katsuki was glad that Izuku didn't come to the UA, I told him to shut up. ''This all your fault. You always used to bully him and its because of you he's.... he's gone'' I said angrily as Katsuki replied, ''Tch... why do you even care about that quirkless nerd?'' ''He was my FRIEND!'' I shouted and by now, everyone in class 1a turned to stare at us but I didn't care 

Classes dragged on as usual and when we went to the grounds for hero training, we heard the school's security's alarms blaring loudly. ''Quick! Everyone, stay in the classrooms! The pro heroes will ensure you're safe! There are villains attacking!'' yelled Present Mic over the speakers and just as we were about to make a run for it, a purple portal opened up in front of us and out came a buff well built looking guy with a green mask, with a blue haired crusty looking person and a blonde haired girl wearing a school uniform 

The green haired guy removed his mask and I recognized his freckles along with his emerald eyes and his green hair. Slowly it was starting to hit me.... Izuku, my dear friend was a.... villain!!?? 

''Izuku?'' I whispered and looked shocked as hell and so did Katsuki. "What the HELL you DAMN nerd?'' ''Ah.... an old reunion among childhood friends. How sweet'' said Izuku smiling sickly. ''Stay back'' threatened Aizawa. '' Izuku, why did you become a.... a villain?'' I asked him with tears in my eyes. '' Ah... my darling Y/N chan. Sweetheart, who wouldn't become one after they've been let down by their idol and on top of that being bullied for being quirkless? That arrogant ego filled jerk KATSUKI bullied me till NO ENDS!! And heck! Even my own MOM gave up on me after she found out I was quirkless! But Y/N... you were the only one who gave me hope.... You made me happy, you always supported me, cheered me on.... Join me Y/N... Join me and I'll make sure to treat you like the princess that you deserve to be treated. To hell with this corrupted tainted hero society!'' he roared but I shook my head and ran away from him. ''Y/N chan, love, You can't escape me~'' and released some purple fog all around us. Then, I felt something hit my head and pretty soon, the only only thing I could sense was people yelling and shouting as my consciousness slowly drifted.....  

3rd Person POV: You woke up on a surprisingly comfortable bed but your hands were chained to the bed's headboard. You started hollering through your gag, making muffled noises. Soon a blue haired man and your friend Izuku appeared. ''Ask you girlfriend to join us or die.'' said the crusty looking man, as he removed your gag and you yelled, "I'm NEVER joining the LOV! Izuku, this ISN'T YOU! Why are you doing this!? How could you?'' you screamed at him with tears in your eyes. You couldn't use your quirk since he had placed a quirk canceling collar on you

He unchained you and rubbed your back in a somewhat soothing manner, waiting for you to calm down. ''Do... do you have any idea how WORRIED your mom was'' you asked him, as he quickly kissed you on your lips in order to shut you up. You tried fighting him, but gave in to him in the end. He broke the kiss and cuddled you and whispered hoarsely.... '' I love you Y/N my precious doll.... your MINE and ONLY MINE, no one else's..... And you will learn to love me at some point.....

BONUS SCENE: Toga: Uhh.... Dabi, you Do realize that if you're planning to flirt with Y/N Deku's gonna murder you, right?

Dabi: Yeah you stab queen, I figured that out, but I'm not going to lie, she was pretty good looking

Shigaraki: You're all idiots. 

Izuku: What. the HELL. did you say about MY Y/N?? 

Dabi: Uhhh....n-nothing. She's absolutely PERFECT for you and she's like my little sister. (Chuckles nervously)

Izuku: (smiles in a way no creepy serial psychotic serial killer would) Good to know.

P.S: This convo takes place AFTER you're nicely sleeping on DEKU's bed, END OF STORY

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[layce2015]

Sneak Peek #2 for The Boys Fic (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

(A/n: Soooo…hey everybody! I know it has been awhile since my last post, which announced that I was gonna do a The Boys fic, and I am sorry for the wait. For anyone wondering, yes I am still doing it I’ve just been dealing with every writer’s worst nightmare….Wirter’s Block!

Mainly it’s cause the show doesn’t give a whole lot of Soldier Boy’s backstory and I’ve been adding some flashbacks into my fic that shows how Soldier Boy and (y/n) interacted. But all we got of Soldier Boy’s past is from other people’s perspective and maybe some mentions from the man himself. So it has been a rough to come up with scenarios from little information we got. So I stepped back from it for a bit. But now I’m back on working on it and I have at least two and a half chapters written out and it’s supposed to have at least 8 chapters. But it could be more if Soldier Boy ends up appearing in season 4.

Anyway, to prove that I am working on this fic, here is another sneak peek for the fic.)

"Well, we got to talk. I think I have something, thanks to my informant." Maeve said and she hands him a folder. "Informant?" Butcher asked as he takes the file and opens it to see some pages of information and pictures of Soldier Boy. "Soldier Boy. So what?" Butcher said as he looks up at her.

"Remember how he died?" Maeve asked him. "Stopping a nuclear meltdown in Ohio. '83, '84, I think, got buried beneath a reactor. Always thought it was bollocks." Butcher said. "Yeah, you thought right. Read." She tells him and he reads the file.

"What's B.C.L. RED?" He asked. "If you believe the rumors, it's the thing that killed Soldier Boy. My informant said it's some kind of gun or weapon or something. Had to have been a fսcking H-bomb. He was nearly as strong as..." Maeve said as Butcher looks through the file and looks at some pictures.

"If we can find this...weapon or whatever it is, maybe we can use it to blow Homelander's fսcking brains out." Maeve said. "If it is real, not some fսcking fable." Butcher said then he picks up the team-up picture of Payback. "Payback." Butcher mutters before he scoffs. "What a bunch of fսcking wankеrs." He said as he stares at photo. "When The Seven passed them as the number one super team, Crimson Countess sent me a box of cat shit. But not all of them were bad. She was a close friend of Soldier Boy and his ex-girlfriend." Maeve said as she gestures to the photo and points at the red-haired woman in the red outfit who was standing on the right of Soldier Boy.

"And, uh, Gunpowder was his sidekick." She said as she points at the young teen who was standing at Soldier Boy's left. "If anyone knows what happened to him, they do." Maeve said while Butcher noticed Noir in the photo. "Your mate Noir was in Payback. Why don't you ask him?" He asked her and Maeve scoffs. "Even if that walking tumor could talk, it wouldn't be to me." She said and Butcher looks at the photo again and noticed a woman standing on the other side of Gunpowder.

She looked about in her late twenties, her long (h/c) hair was braided and she was wearing a dark blue body-suit and a gold belt and knee high boots, a matching cape on her shoulders.

"Is that...?" Butcher started to ask and Mavee nodded. "Mystic Shade, yeah." She said. "Haven't heard that name in years." Butcher said and Maeve shrugs. "She retired sometime after Soldier Boy's death. She was fucking Soldier Boy." Maeve said as Butcher flips to another photo and this one was of Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade together. They were both smiling and Mystic Shade was hugging Soldier Boy as he had an arm around her waist.

Butcher then looks at Maeve. "Well then, I should be visiting her, not these two knobs." Butcher said but Maeve shakes her head. "No, Mystic Shade is off limits." She said, firmly, and Butcher gives her a curious look. "And why is that, princess?" Butcher asked and Maeve just glares at him.

Suddenly, it clicks with him. "Mystic Shade is your informant, isn't she?" He asked and Maeve averts his gaze and he smiles, knowing he was right. "Fine! Yes, she was the one that gave me this information. But she told me, specifically, that she didn't want to be questioned because this is all she wanted to give." Maeve said and Butcher watches her. "So, please, don't go bothering her." Maeve demanded.

"Well, well, well, didn't know you had such a soft spot for Mystic Shade." Butcher said and Maeve sighs. "We've been in communication for almost a year. Then when she heard about Homelander and all the fucked up things he's done and how I want him gone, she provided this." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look that basically said he knew there was more to it.

"Fine, she was one of the heroes I looked up to when I was a kid, okay! Unlike most of these assholes, she actually cares about people." Maeve said. "Oh, I doubt that." Butcher said. "Doubt it all you want but it's the truth." Maeve said as she digs into her purse and pulls out a little bag. "Here." She said and Butcher takes the bag, unzips it and sees small vials of green liquid.

"What's this?" He asked her. "It's Temp V. One shot makes you a Supe for 24 hours. I mean, they think. It's still in R&D." Maeve said and Butcher gives her a look. "Oh, great, so powers, maybe. Maybe my bollocks swell up like footballs. Yeah?" Butcher said, sarcastically. "Payback may be a bunch of fսck holes, but they're strong. And they're dangerous. If you're going against them, you're gonna need it." Maeve warns.

"And what makes you think that me, of all people, would want to turn into one of you?" Butcher asked her as he takes a step closer to her. "This is our best chance to kill Homelander. Don't fսck it up." She said.

(A/n: And here is another peek, this is one of the flashbacks.)

I walk up to the stage as Doctor Vought was at the microphone, talking. Then he turns to me and holds his arm out to me. “Now please welcome the new hero, Mystic Shade!” He said and I push back all of my negative emotions and smile and wave as I walk up to him while the crowd applauded.

I go to Dr. Vought and he shakes my hand then kisses both of my cheeks then leads me to the microphone. Once I get to the microphone, Dr Vought said. “Now, Mystic Shade, will be taking questions.”

And a flood of voices saying over here, over here chanted out and Vought points to a random person. “Yes, you there!” He calls out. “How does it feel to be selected to join by Dr. Vought?” A male voice called out. “Um, it is an incredible opportunity here. And I’m very excited to join.” I replied then more raised hands and voices. Dr Vought pointed out to a different man. 

“When did you first discover your powers?” The second man asked me. “I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I found out. I guess I was alway born with them it just didn’t develop until I became a teenager.” I replied. “And what are they? I mean, what can you do?” The man asked. “Well, I’m strong, I can move objects without touching them and I can make shields to protect myself and people around me.” I replied and there was a series of ooh’s and aah’s across the crowd. 

Then another round of hands shooting up in the air and Dr Vought points at another hand. "So, are you gonna help out with the war? If so, how does it feel to be the first woman to be out in the field?" The third man asked. "It is something I never would've imagined but I want to help out not just the country but the people who are involved." I said then another man calls out.

​​​​​​"So what's it feel like to achieve everything you hoped for?" He asked and I paused at this. Truth is I didn't achieve anything, this is all a lie. I wanted to scream that out so badly but I couldn't as I stood there frozen. "I-I, uh..." I stammered then Vought comes up to me and places his hands on my shoulders. "I'm sure she feels fantastic. She's being very modest right now. Not being used to this kind of attention can make anyone freeze. So let's give a hand for our new hero!" Vought said and there was applause and I give a small, weak smile.

Minutes later, I walk out on the balcony and took in a deep breath then let it out. Being in that ballroom suffocated me. I lean against the stone railings of the balcony and took in some quick breathes until anger rose in my chest and I slam my fists down on it, making the stone crack. "Whoa-ho, remind me not to make you angry." A male voice said, a bit of a laugh in his tone. 

I jumped at this, not expecting anyone out here, and look to my left to see a man, in a army uniform with a long coat, standing some feet away from me. "I'm not in the mood to talk." I grumbled and I look out on the balcony. "I figured. Saw you up on that stage....and well, here..." he said and I look over at him and see him holding a bottle out to me.​​​​​ "You need this more than me."

"Did you steal that from party?" I asked him. "More like borrowing." He said, shrugging, and I chuckled a bit then take the bottle from him. "Thank you." I said and I begin to drink from it. "I'm guessing rough day?" He asked me. “You could say that.” I muttered and I take another drink from the bottle. 

“These Vought parties are never what the public thinks they are. The only good things here are the food, the booze…and the pretty women.” He said and he gives me a flirtatious smile. I giggled a little and smile, which I just realized is my first genuine smile I’ve made in months. “I’m flattered but…I’m married.” I tell him and he has a surprised look on his face.

”I don’t believe that.” He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh? And why is that?” I asked him. “No sane man, especially a husband, would leave you out here on your own.”  He said and I laugh a little again. “Maybe, I wanted to be alone.” I said and he shrugs a little. “You may have a point. But, even so, shouldn’t be out here alone. Some stranger could try to chat you up.” He said. “Like you?” I asked him, smiling, and he chuckles.

”Yeah…” he mutters and we share a small laugh then he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Ben.” He introduces and I take his hand. “(Y/n).” I said as we shake hands. “(Y/n), beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said and I give a bashful smile to him. “Thank you.” I said then he kisses the back of my hand and I felt my heart leap in my chest.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not since I married my husband. 

“So, you happily married?” He asked me and my smile falters. “Judging by that frown, I’m guessing not.” Ben said and I sighed. “Just…going through a tough time right now.” I said. “That’s why I never married, when the tough times come in, there’s nothing to tie you down.” Ben said and I nod at this. “I’m starting to think that’s a good idea.” I said before I drink from the bottle again.

At that moment, we hear the door open behind us and I look over my shoulder to see it was Adam. “There you are.” Adam said as he comes up to me. Then he looks over at Ben and seems surprised. “Oh, I see you’re talking to your teammate.” He said and I furrow my brow. “Huh?” I said and Adam places an arm around my shoulder. “This is Soldier Boy. Your partner in the war.” Adam tells me and I was surprised by this.

I have heard the name Soldier Boy but I didn’t know what he looked like since I was trapped in that lab for the last few months.

I look over at Ben and he gives me a smile. “Surprise?” He asked me. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me for not recognizing you, sir.” I said to him. “It’s fine, just don’t go forgetting my face now.” He said, smiling, and I chuckled. “I most certainly will not.” I said and he nods.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure I’m needed in there.” Ben said as he gestures to the door. And I felt a little sad about him leaving, I was kinda enjoying his company. “You two have a good evening.” Ben said as he walks over to the door. “And you as well.” Adam said then Adam turns to me as I look out on the balcony.

”I see you already starting the night off.” Adam said, gesturing to the bottle of champagne in my hands, but I don’t respond as I look over my shoulder in time to see Ben go to the door. It seemed he sensed me and he looks over his shoulder at me then smiles and gives me a wink before he walks in.

My heart absolutely fluttered at this and I felt my face go red before I look back out on the balcony.

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #fan fic writing #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #the boys tv #the boys #jensen ackles #soldier boy #sneak peak

[ghostkeegan]

Let me Sign (Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson x Gn! Reader)

Prompt: After bouncing around his feelings, Roach decided to tell you how he feels in sign language.

A/n- I canon Roach as mute! Also we as a community need to stop neglecting this cute lil bug, I wanna read more about him because he’s the loml.

Warnings: None this is fluffy!

Of all the silly little crushes you’ve had in your life, none were as easy to fall for as Roach. It was hard not to, especially with someone who could say so much without even speaking.

He was fiercely loyal to his friends and teammates, effortlessly funny, a wonderful listener and was always quick with a pen to scratch out advice. Plus he was one of the most good looking people you’ve ever known.

You kept your heart locked securely, not wanting to ruin the friendship that had sparked between the two of you.

Ever since you had joined the ranks of the task force, the two of you got along perfectly. Roach often stuck by your side, you were the one who could translate his every expression with ease. Soap even joked that the two of you shared the same mind.

Unknown to you, Gary felt the same way. He would stay up into the late hours, just thinking about how beautiful you were. How he wished he could let you know just how he felt without writing on a piece of paper. It was frustrating being mute when he felt like he had so much to say.

You had finished your workout for the day, ending it early after cold rain began to pour from the sky. Instead you happily chose to rest in the Rec room with a journal between your hands.

It became a common habit of yours to write down some small things that made you happy. Your therapist had said it would help you with battling PTSD, so with nothing to lose you’d given it a shot.

Every day you wrote at least five things that made you happy or laugh. Some days was harder than others, but today seemed to be even tougher. Roach and Soap had gone on a simple covert mission, scouting for a potential tip-off on nuclear weapons. It had left you alone, since Price was busy with paperwork and Ghost was likely still beating on a punching bag.

You hated being alone.

With your head empty, you settled for tapping the pen against the sheet of paper. Helplessly you glanced down at the blank list.

You snuggled into your blanket that Gary had gotten you for your birthday. It was soft and was one of your most prized possessions on base. You closed your eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the sound of rain patting against the roof.

A soft knock alerted you, making your eyes snap open to glance at none other than Roach. He was shivering slightly, his hair wet from a shower and dressed in comfy clothes of sweatpants and a windbreaker.

“Hey, Bug.” You spoke softly, a little grin pulled across his lips as he gestured if it was alright to sit next you. When you nodded he plopped down ever so slightly on the next cushion beside you, still shivering slightly from the cold weather.

Wordlessly, you shifted closer, pulling the large blanket over his legs as his cheeks flushed red. It never seemed awkward to be close to Roach, in some way or the other the two of you were always touching. Both finding a comfort in twined fingers or gentle palms on shoulders or backs.

His eyes were on you, an unknown emotion swirling in his eyes before he took out a pen and paper and began to scribble on it. After a moment he handed it over to you.

What have you been doing?

“I worked out early so I could relax for the rest of the evening. I thought I’d be alone for the day.” You rambled, Gary’s eyebrows pinched together, as if he was asking you if you wanted him to leave.

“No! I’m really glad you’re back. I was worried.”

Roach teasingly swiped at your shoulder, before he began to write on his pad of paper again.

Worried? That’s cute.

You felt your cheeks flush as you read the words, but it didn’t stop you from bringing yourself closer to him, resting your head ever so slightly on his shoulders. Roach’s arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you into his side.

You missed his adoring look and he was quick to wipe it off his face as you glanced up to him.

“I wish we didn’t have to communicate with a pen and paper.” You mumbled, glad that Roach didn’t seem to take any offense to the remark. Instead he began to write on his pad of paper again, with a conflicted look on his face. Hesitantly he passed it over to you.

I can teach you some sign language?

Your face lit up at his offer, a beaming smile crossing your lips in excitement. “I’d love that! Can we start now?”

Gary nodded his head, before he turned his body to face you.

You started simple, learning some letters in the alphabet to spell your name, while learning greetings and simple phrases, like please and thank you. Roach was an excellent teacher, bringing his hands up to fix a stray finger or to shift a gesture.

He was patient and kind, and always seemed to chuckle silently when you managed to get the motion right. 

He’d scribble on his paper what each gesture meant, he was able to teach you quite a lot during the short lesson. He blushed slightly and bit his lip, before making a different gesture.

He had his middle finger and pointer finger looped together, while his ring finger rested against his palm.

You copied the gesture, watching him hitch his breath slightly. Whatever this sign meant, had caused quite a stir in his posture.

“Are you saying something offensive?” You asked cluelessly, dropping the sign before teasingly looking at him. Roach shook his head no, his cheeks still slightly red from you repeating the gesture.

“What does it mean?” You shuffled closer to him, nearly hearing him gulp in surprise as your warm breath fanned across his cheeks pleasantly.

With a deep burst of courage, Roach scribbled fast on the paper, before placing it face down in front of you. He wanted to flee, but he couldn’t find it in himself to run away. He was frozen, waiting on your potential reaction.

You flipped over his notepad, eyes widening in shock as your read the words over and over again.

I Love You.

#cod #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #gary roach sanderson #roach #roach Sanderson #Gary Sanderson #simon ghost riley #captain john price #modern warfare #soap mactavish

[pinkiepiebones]

marionette.

one time Renfield couldn't finish a job. But then, he could. :)

This is fucked up/gory and I am high happy 420

The modern world is a dangerous place. Renfield understands.

He had a good idea of the extent of the house's security system. He had clipped some wires running along the outside. Nothing happened when he broke that window and unclicked the latch and slithered in, his gaunt form adventageous for slinking along the shadows and under modern, imported furniture.

These fucking nuclear families with their fucking palacial homes. Master could use a home like this.

Renfield watched from under a sofa as the security camera did its sweep. He crawled closer as soon as the red eye swiveled away and he yanked the cords out of the black plastic casing and out of the wall. He gave the cords more tugs, following them to a power hub in a linen closet. He crushed a bug in his teeth and crushed the blinking boxes with his hands.

The plastic cut him across the palms. Oh well. He had been dealt worse. He ran a bloodied hand through his shaggy hair and moved on.

Renfield stalked his way into the biggest bedroom first, ether-soaked rag in hand, to sure the parents were out.

They were, literally.

They were not home.

Renfield looked at the rag in his hand. His bottle was empty. He hadn't thought to buy a new one. Did ether have a fast evaporation rate?

Renfield spun on his heel and shambled across the fucking ostentatious home to the room of his target- the local cheerleader captain. He stopped at a door covered in Polaroids of teenage girls making stupid faces at the camera and magazine cutouts of vapid celebrites. He gripped his rag in one pale hand and slowly turned the knob with the other.

"Wh- who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

Renfield's eyes went wide. He turned his head just enough to look over his bony shoulder.

The cheerleader captain was standing just down the hall, a bowl of chips in one hand, a cell phone in the other, glittery pink nails shimmering in the soft light from an ambient wall lamp. Her blond hair was damp and tied back in a braid. She was wearing a tank top and short shorts as pajamas, her artificial tan somehow highlighting the contours of her acrobatics-defined leg muscles. She had bunny slippers.

Before she could scream, before the bowl shattered on the Brazillian rosewood floor, Renfield lept and forced the girl to the floor and twisted the long fingers of his free hand in her hair to hold her down, shoving his rag over her face, struggling to hold her as she kicked widly and scratched at his face and pulled at his arms.

"Shut up, shut up," Renfield hissed. He hated it when they struggled. Her hands moved more and more slowly. Her kicks were lessening. Good.

Then Renfield noticed the video chat on the phone was still on.

"Lil, what's going on? Who's there? I'm calling the cops!"

The phone had not been facing him and had been dropped, so the other girl hadn't seen him. Not that it mattered. Renfield crunched another bug and crunched the phone under his heel. He picked up his target and stalked out the front door and around the back to his car.

Renfield opened the trunk and set the cheerleader captain inside. He moved with the trance-like rehearsed motions of a late-night cashier. He picked up a roll of duct tape and slipped it over one bony wrist, using his other hand to pull and using his teeth to break it into strips. He duct taped the girl's arms behind her back and adjusted the thin strap of her pajama top and duct taped her legs together at the ankles, then the knees. Renfield let a cold hand linger on her warm, smooth thigh as he considered putting tape over her mouth.

Police sirens blared in the distance. Renfield swore and slammed the trunk shut and scrambled into the driver's seat. He sped away, towards home.

It wasn't long before he started hearing her crying. Renfield gripped the wheel tighter. He fiddled with the radio, but it was all static or preachers.

She wouldn't shut up. Begging him to let her go. Please, mister, just stop the car.

Renfield checked his watch. He stopped the car. Master was out hunting. This cheerleader was going to be, in a way, dessert for Master. A before-bed snack. Renfield had time to gag her, maybe choke her just until she lost consciousness.

Renfield got out on an unlit highway and opened the trunk with his key. The tiny light in the trunk cast itself on the sobbing girl.

"Mister, please don't kill me."

"I'm not. I just need to shut you up."

She squirmed further back into the trunk. "Please, my parents are loaded, please, they'll pay whatever you want to get me back."

"What I want can't be bought."

"Wh-wha, I-"

She coughed and started sobbing again. Renfield rolled his eyes and gripped her ankles and pulled her forward. She struggled.

"M-m-my name is Li-Lilian Harper! I'm eighteen! I just got an acceptance letter from my first choice school!"

Renfield stopped, duct tape in his teeth. He lowered the tape and glared at the girl with resentment and pity.

"You're name is Lilian." He shook his head, damning his feelings. "Why are you telling me this? You think this shit will save you?"

Lillian hiccuped and whimpered. "I heard that k-k-killers w-who form a connection w-w-with potential victims w-won't kill them."

Oh, Renfield. There you are.

A stinging sensation bloomed behind Renfield's eyes as Dracula took control of his sight. The world became sepia for Renfield, all dull except for shades of red. Renfield's eyes traveled up the girl's body.

Well now isn't this a lovely display? Hmm. But why oh why is she alive?

"Master, you- you love killing your meals..."

"W-Wh-Who are you talking to?"

Is it her name? Really? Or is it the feeling of something warm and alive, servant? The feeling of warm flesh against your cold, blood-stained hands? You want to free her, don't you?

"No, Master, of course n-"

"Who are you talking to?!"

//Renfield.//

Something in Renfield's head unplugged. He was still in his body, but not. He felt Dracula behind him, but not. Everything of the world was gone, save for Renfield, Dracula, and the girl.

Dracula raised his left arm.

Renfield did too.

Renfield felt his arm raise and saw it.

Renfield looked down at the girl. His eyes were still his eyes but also Dracula's and as Dracula chuckled Renfield tried to offer the girl offer Lillian some kind of apology.

Nothing escaped his lips.

Dracula reached for Renfield reached for the tire iron Dracula raised Renfield raised his arm Dracula laughed Renfield screamed the tire iron came slamming down on Lillian's face Dracula raised Renfield raised his arm again Her nose was flat her teeth were cracked Again Again Again

Dracula kept moving Renfield until the cheerleader captain's face was a red mush.

Dracula flicked his wrist and Renfield tossed the tire iron into the dry grass. Dracula lifted his claws and brought them down; Renfield reached up and closed the trunk.

Be quick about getting her home, servant. I can still get something to eat out of her.

"Yes, Master."

Oh, and, Renfield?

"Yes, Master?"

Never forget. You are mine to control. My puppet.

"Yes, Master."

Dracula exited Renfield's mind and Renfield collapsed to the asphalt and threw up. He shook and sobbed and trembled to his feet. He swiped his sleevr across his mouth and shuffled back into the driver's seat.

The silence was worse than the crying.

The modern world is a dangerous place. Renfield understands.

#renfield

[thelionheartedo3]

wip wednesday

ty for the tag @evilbunnyking <3

I've had very little free time to write this past uhh month, but I've chipped away at a fic that I feel sums up Ely's relationship with Rebecca or, more appropriately, the lack thereof

She lasts until she's able to pull off the forest path and onto the fire road, poor, little hatchback practically slamming into the dirt as she pulls over just enough to let anyone else who's dumb enough to drive down here through.

Ely's never been a pretty crier—it comes with the territory of being a redhead. Slightest provocation, her face goes as red as her hair. Habit compels her to cover her face as she sobs, frustrated tears leaving tracks down her splotchy cheeks.

Maybe she'll move, she thinks, between one hiccuped breath and the next. Go completely nuclear. Quit the station, move back to the city, see if that bar she worked at is still open and wants her back nine years later.

She probably remembers a few of the drinks she used to make.

She could at least remember a Jack and Coke.

There's a light tap on her passenger window that drags her out of her thoughts. She sniffles, wiping at her face with her sleeve as she looks over.

Nate's crouched next to the car, a look of pure, unadulterated concern on his face.

She swallows a sudsy breath, and hits the button to unlock the doors, looking away as he goes for the handle.

"I'm not apologizing," she says, before he's even climbed fully in.

She can see him shake his head in her peripheral, closing the car door. "I would not ask you to," he tells her, voice soft.

His hand reaches out, hesitant, and when she voices no protest, it smooths across her shoulder and back, settling in an abstract version of a half hug over the center console.

"I should apologize," he says.

She barks a laugh, still not looking at him. "Oh?"

"I knew it was not. . .good," he says. Stilted. Testing. "But I hadn't realized just how. . .tense your relationship was with Rebecca."

"What relationship?" Ely snips, but she looks away when he winces.

#the wayhaven chronicles #ely is seething crying throwing up in this fic cause she has to deal with rebecca more than just through orders she gives Adam #rinn writes vampire fic #oh posting from mobile scares me actually this app is glitchy

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

I know you like shuggy but do you think there’s anything that makes you ship mishanks? Do you think their bond is also special and deeper? They do have history and some ppl think Mihawk was in shanks crew at some point. What are your thoughts on them? They are even more popular than shuggy so there has to be sth since so many ppl see them in this way

Have to admit, I've always been kinda indifferent to Mihawk as a character. (When first reading OP back in… god, 2003? oh my god, I'm ancient—anyway, I was a very basic Zoro girlie who only saw Mihawk as an obstacle to his dream.) Though I do find Vampire Swordsman Living In A Pirate World to be very fun, aesthetically, as a character I find him pretty inscrutable & hard to care about.

But it's not like I don't see it. Mishanks isn't for me, but it's not just a "two beautiful men smirking at each other" ship.*

Mihawk, like Buggy, thinks of or brings up Shanks in moments when he really doesn't need to. (Mentally apologizing to Shanks for fighting Luffy! What on earth.) Shanks can convince Mihawk to relax and have a drink with his crew, though Mihawk is almost always shown to be alone and happy that way.

But so much of their dynamic and history has to be read between the lines, and I find that frustrating. I want answers! Canon answers!!

Like: why did they have those epic fights (which even Whitebeard spoke of with respect) when they were younger—was Shanks trying to take Mihawk's title, or were neither of them at the level of the World's Greatest yet? (Side note, I would love to know who Mihawk beat to get that title and when.) Does Mihawk refuse to fight Shanks these days because he thinks a one-armed swordsman is a bad fight? Or is he trying to preserve the memory of their last fight as near-equals?

(Or… I can't speak to all of Shanks' fights since he lost the arm, obviously, but in present day it's notable that he only pulls out his sword as the nuclear option. I wonder if Shanks just can't do casual, fun fights anymore, the same way he can't relax on enemy ships.)

Was Mihawk ever a member of his pirate crew? I for one can't see him as an ex-Red-Haired Pirate—for one because he's such a goth loner it seems like a bad culture fit, but for another because I think it would have been brought up in canon. The Marines made Buggy a Warlord because of his history with Shanks; if Mihawk had been a member of his crew, wouldn't that make Buggy redundant? That said, I can see Shanks trying to use their fights as a recruitment tool—"If I win this time, you'll join my crew!"—but I don't think it worked out.

Basically, I'd say there's a decent ship there in theory, but for me to get into it I'd need a lot of things that have been left implicit to be spelled out.

Which could happen! Maybe Buggy going after the One Piece and dragging Mihawk in his wake is going to force him to reveal a hidden detail about his history with Shanks that makes him reluctant to fight him anymore…

*Though imo that is part of why they're more popular; for a long time gay ships in English-language shonen fandom (& probably others, but I'm just speaking from my experience) were exclusively about basic-ass hotties. You'd have to ask me about my days in Naruto fandom if you want that salt, though. (Please don't. That's such a dark path to ask me to go down.) Another reason is that we see Shanks & Mihawk interact in present day hundreds of chapters before Shanks & Buggy. Early interaction = early establishment of the ship = long fandom history/staying power.

#the popularity of a ship for an older recurring male character honestly has so little to do with any material basis for the ship #but to get into that i'd have to get into my opinions on nar— #don't do it don't ask me about nart i can't go back there #anyway mihawk and mishanks are fine ig? just not for me #i need more than 'i can take him/in a fight right' jokes and a history of homoerotic swordfighting to ship a thing #one piece #i feel bad putting this post in the tag when it's not super positive about the ship but— #mishanks #asked and answered #shanks #dracule mihawk #*mihawk’s backstory #*mihawk & shanks #*shipping wank #*shanks’ lost arm

[alchemisland]

Crust Punk Scene

Thinking back to my days as a crust punk

It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk

Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum

I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums

All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t

At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t

Around me, in this sense I am satan’s sudden student

Said don’t need no education but I’m not the type to bunk

In Ireland we call it mitching, tell you true I never played truant

That game I never played through it, I did do it though

Leaving school, true to my word there, they’re all fools

Drooling on desks, whole thing an out of control April Fool

I rue a man to put a rule on me, do one man, judge ruling on me

Midway through fifth year I elected to leave, selected my reprieve and none could refuse me

I worked in my dad’s while my mates went to school, few quid for the pocket, mostly for booze

The rest I spent on looking punk as fuck, bulletbelts getting delivered bulk

I had more anger in me, and more rips in my clothes, than incredible Hulk

Carry No Banners from Galway became Cut The Reins, went Galway a lot 

Lovely spot but cut the rains

At the Spanish Arch drinking cans all day

They call this place ambition’s grave

Nightlife to rave about, suddenly you’re fifty and never got out

Use the old sessioners as a lesson on what not to be, less than pensioners but close

These licentionnaires with greying hair at college parties plying wares

Only kiss they get result of double dares.

Spent plenty hard cash perfecting my look

Moon in Leo outlook, out with the old room for my new look

Never out unless looking good, flooded with looks my bulk

Onlookers audibly say fuckkkkkkk, like The Wire’s Bunk 

I only cared about being the punkest punk, no giving fucks

More binfrequenting than local fox

Some shouldn’thavesent in sentbox.

Everyday in full costume like an habitual monk

The way you do when you’re young

I wrote punk’s dead in marker on my sleeveless parka shirt from army surplus

I had a navy nike hat with an immortal patch on, buckle had rust

Never saw it again when I left it on a Greyhound Galwaybound GoBus

Frayed with wearing, greyed with caring, grade unerring it was my A hat

I had studs and metal bits glued onto all my jackets

Nothing flair lacking

Nothing’s fair that age

Started using red dax wax to sculpt my hair into liberty spikes

Until my top tips signalled to the rising moon like IRA pikes

No rules except what to think, wear, listen to and how to act

Didn’t realise I was signing a pact, I’m listening to Filthpact

Crusties barely wash after enacting the No Showers Act of 10 years back

Their baggy clothes are filth packed

Like wallowing pigs they’re filth backed

At crust gigs no pints are sold

It’s bold but might get one water to pour in a six pack

Posh father daughters playing at homeless, LATFO lmao

Caught between a rock and NWOBHM, more piss smell than OTO

Bake sale

Pit hair like lichens sprouting my cut off Amebix merchandise

Dreads dirt-caked, Latvian army boots in bad shape, looking like piltdown man

They shout crust as fuck existence in can-strewn Cabra kitchens

They form bands called Nuclear Axe Wound or Mandatory Deexistence

No distance between bands, scene is small and incestuous 

Every second punk kid here attended Wesley, half played rugby

Dad’s in the ministry like Weasleys, but they’re punx see

Purposely didn’t take their pocket money, funds beneath their dignity

Rather play for beers, be dirty and have nits, playing on the streets

Dirty knees kid calls himself a magpie, watches train hopping documentaries

A total crock those demo tracks you sent to me, 4 track ra-punk 

Shit be the scent of me, all kak perfume, two birds and eighty blokes per show

Lops off locks and let grease wind dreadlocks, acquire shocking forehead stick and pokes

Squat the world, he jokes, his dad’s place is on millionaire’s row

Fucked up at the front of the show, milling elbows

Dreadlocks like a dingleberry lasso 

Buckfast purple lips and unwashed teeth on show

Your uncle has a spare rolex, everything gold like butter

Your patch says train robber, another says cradle2gutter

You all absolutely deserve each other.

Hanging around the closest we have to train tracks

Pretending you’re leatherclad raiders outta Mad Max

Spent my inheritance on cans, family won’t see me again

Until I’m in dire need of a lend, I also attend Christmas and holidays

Driving mammy around the bend, arrived for Thanksgiving dressed like a Fallout raider

They have saved up but secluded my money until I grow up, few years finding myself

Finally settle into a position at Dad’s firm, dad’s firm on this decision, I’m binding myself

To his millions.

Yes me boys that’s me gone, striking out west goodbye Muirsin Durkin.

#poem #poetry #crust #crust punk #writeblr #am writing #poet #punk #music #scene #latfo

[isleofdarkness]

"And how the shit are they supposed to know that?!" Maverick shouted, gesturing at where Hades was comforting a shaking Mara and sobbing Molly. "Molly is completely blind and Mara's vision isn't much better! I walk in here and they're pointing a fucking gun at the head of a completely blind and obviously extremely terrified seven-year-old child just trying to protect cos brother! The fuck do you expect me to do?! They fucking shot me for getting between them and a baby!"

She may have seemed furious, but Ben could see the frenzy and the glittering in her eyes. She wasn't angry, she was terrified.

"Fuck this, I'm calling in the big guns." Before he could ask what that meant, Maverick put her fingers to her temple and closed her eyes. "Maverick Mim to all points-" Mal and Evie startled, their hairs flying to their heads. "Beast's men are on the Isle. I don't know where they are and I don't know how many, so I'm calling a heavy DEFCON two until further notice. Be prepared for this to escalate to a DEFCON one." Her face was grim and seemed far too old. "And be prepared for evacuation."

Hook's daughter and the de Vil boy shared an unhappy look. The silver-haired girl gave them a watery smile. "It's okay, loves, go help. Your teams need you. Anthony and I will make sure our sunshine stays safe."

The Hook girl nodded and, as the de Vil boy wiped away the start of tears, gave the silver-haired girl and the Indian man a kiss, then dipped down to press a kiss to the forehead of the baby. "No matter what, Sunshine, remember that we love you. I'm sorry. Please, my beautiful girl, remember that all we want for you is the best. I love you."

The de Vil boy copied her, kissing the other two and then the baby. "Te amo, mi luz del sol. Nunca olvides eso."

I love you, my sunshine. Never forget that.

With only a final lingering glance at the baby, as though trying to remember her tiny face, the two left. The silver-haired girl let out a quiet sob.

When he looked back at Maverick, it was to see another tear harden into a diamond. Still, her voice didn't shake. "Maverick Mim to Exile. We're preparing to evacuate and I need as many as you can spare over here for defense. I'm sending Gonzalo over. Over and out." She glanced at Mara. "Maverick Mim to the Thirteen. I need you all in the bunker now. Over and out." She nodded to Facilier, who stepped through the doorway and seemed to vanish into thin air. "Maverick Mim to all members of Sanctum. We're preparing for a large-scale evacuation and we are in a heavy DEFCON two, likely going to go full nuclear. Get everyone you can to designated bunkers and await further instruction. Over and out." And then, after a moment of deliberation, she cursed. "Fuck it. Maverick Mim to Grandma Gert and Auntie Del. I need your help down here. It's Riah and I don't wanna take any chances. Over and out."

"Evacuate where?" How exactly were they going to evacuate anything, let alone have a "large-scale evacuation," if there was nowhere to evacuate to?

Maverick gave him a nasty look. "Well, sweetheart, I obviously can't tell you that because if you betray us and join your daddy in trying to wipe us out, you'll know exactly where to send your armies to wipe us out. Besides, it's not your business." She glanced behind them, back to the doorway, and Ben turned to see what she was looking at.

If he had thought Maverick was a tank, she was a cupcake compared to the absolute mountain of a woman who had appeared in the doorway.

The woman was easily a foot and a half taller than Ben and bigger than even Gaston, bigger than even his father in Beast mode- easily three hundred pounds of pure muscle. Her shoulders were broad enough that she must have needed to duck through the doorway, her arms as big as a linebacker's leg and her long legs like tree trunks, and her build was strong- not the aesthetic-but-weak muscle of a bodybuilder, but the strong, broad frame of a strongman, like Maui. Her amber face was grave, her red-painted lips pulled into a concerned frown, her heavy, dark red eyebrows drawn, her blood-red eyes tight. She was in full black-and-gold armour and had a massive sword strapped to her hip- that thing must have been as big as Mara- a black-and-gold helmet with a skull faceplate held in one massive hand.

He was so shocked by the tank woman that it took him a second to realize that she wasn't alone. Behind her, with skin so dark she seemed to melt into the shadows, was an Indian woman with curly black hair that went down to her shoulders, and black eyes that made Ben feel as though he was drowning. Her armour was more skin-tight and black, like Cassandra's black rock armour, and she had black leather belts crossed across her torso and slung on her hips with dozens of black throwing daggers.

The third was younger, maybe thirteen, with sly, slanted features. Her eyes were emerald green and sparkled with mischief, and her mouth was wide with thin lips that seemed ready to smirk. She had the longest hair, a thick red braid that went down to her knees, and she was dressed in light, ninja-like clothes for easier movement. She gave him a resentful look, then raised her hand to make an L shape on her forehead.

Somehow, that kindergarten insult genuinely hurt.

"Are you prepared for evacuation?" Maverick asked, leg bouncing nervously.

The tank nodded. "Everything's ready and Circe and Medusa are doing everything they can so you'll have more than you need. The second you make the call, we're ready."

"Thank the gods." The three women shared a smirk. "Justice, I want you and Hades to stay with Riah, let me know the second he's awake. Dawn, I want you in the hall. Hati, I need you to arm the hospital with every trick you've got. Where the fuck is-"

"Lydia?" A child stepped out from behind the tank. She was absolutely tiny, barely five feet tall even with her thick platforms, and thin, with choppy, raven-black hair and strange, green-grey eyes. Gods, she was absolutely tiny- she couldn't have been older than ten! And yet she was covered in blood, most of it fresh. "Maddy was being a bitch as usual. If you hadn't called DEFCON she wouldn't've let me leave. I got two hours or else Constantine..." she grimaced. "Yeah, you know. Now, what happened?"

Oh gods, they had called a child in to screen Riah for internal bleeding. Maverick didn't seem to find anything wrong with it. "He's got von Willebrand and he fell down the stairs, we just want to make sure he's alright."

"Got it. Shouldn't take longer than fifteen, I'll meet you in the commons when the assessment is done. I need Mordred with me. Gotta make sure the kid stays asleep." She stepped further into the room and glared up at Ben. "The fuck do you think you're staring at, Blondie?"

"You're a child."

She moved faster than he could think, grabbing him by the arm and twisting it behind his back, kicking his legs to bring him to his knees. She leaned close, speaking directly into his ear. "Motherfucker, I'm seventeen. And I know more about blood than you ever will. And if I didn't have a patient, I would show your dumb ass exactly why my name is feared on this godsforsaken rock. Now. Get. Out."

"Get his ass, Lydia." The tank strolled into the room and leaned against the wall. If she was staying, that would make her Justice.

Lydia let him go and Jay quickly helped him to his feet. "Trust me, man, you don't want to get into it with that one."

As Jay ushered his out of the room, Ben glanced back over his shoulder at the small girl talking quietly to Hades.

Oh gods, she was seventeen.

#descendants #descendants au #isle of darkness #original character #descendants oc #zachariah darhk #swearing #harriet hook #maverick mim #ginny gothel #diego de vil #anthony tremaine #sunshine fitzherbert #mara mim #molly mim #lydia snoops #justice olympian #dawn olympian #hatitosa lokidottir

[kakusu-shipping]

Fuck it, Virtue's Last Reward Self Insert Fic I thought of in the shower. Do whatever you want forever.

"If we are Termites, and our world is a beautifully constructed mound, what does that make you?"

The Anteater in the Lab

There's a man in my father's robotics lab.

He's short, with white hair and really really red eyes. I didn't know eyes could be red. I don't think they're supposed to.

He's been there my whole life. He's never changed.

He doesn't age, his heart doesn't beat, I've never seen him leave to eat or use the bathroom and he's cold to the touch.

At first I thought he was just another robot, one my father built to keep the Gaulem Bay running while he worked on more important matters

"Stay away from that thing!" My father snapped when I'd asked him about it the first time, "Don't trust it, don't go anywhere near it, you understand?"

At the time, I still thought my father had my best interest at heart, so I listened to him.

Mostly.

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"Hello again, Kyle, Luna's not with you?"

Kyle, who'd put his babysitter Luna to a wild goose chase so he could make this confrontation alone, made sure the door was fully shut behind him before he dared to speak.

"What are you?"

The thing that looked like a man looked up from it's work on the Gaulem laying on the table, and placed it's tools down slowly. Kyle never hesitated with questions he had, in this lab curiosity was a virtue, and the one thing he'd always been rewarded for was seeking knowledge, so of course the anteater had always known this question would come, it was just a matter of when.

Kyle was only freshly 16, two years before he'd have someone to quell his loneliness, to project his need for a nuclear family onto. He'd long sense learned his father doesn't truly care for him, or long sense made such an assumption, and now that he'd reached such formative years he'd begun to act out, though only in the littlest ways behind his father's back.

This was one of those little ways.

The anteater smiled, "What a deep question. What are you, Kyle?"

"I'm human." Kyle answered, stepping heavily across the room until he was on the other end of the repair table, "Unlike you."

His words would come across as harsh to anyone else, but the thing that looked like a man had been watching over Kyle sense the Nonary Game yet to happen and all the way back to his creation. It knew him in ways no one else in this world ever would. It knew he was just being honest.

"Indeed you are. You're as human as Luna is Gaulem." The anteater hummed and reached for his tools to return to work.

Kyle, one slow to anger usually, slapped his armor covered hands on the table, "Don't avoid my question!"

The thing that looked like a man looked calmly across the table to Kyle, it gave a hum and tilted it's head.

"What do you think I am, Kyle?"

"I don't know-"

A finger placed over the part of Kyle's mask where his mouth would be, "Don't give me that. A good scientist always has a theory. Even if it's wrong, I want to hear your thoughts first."

Kyle's face flushed under his mask ever so slightly as he stepped back. He then placed his hand to his chin and thought, before answering, "When I was little... I thought you were a Gaulem, like Luna, put to work to make other Gaulems..."

The Anteater walked around the table and sat himself on Kyle's side, mimicing Kyle's pose, "A good thought. It'd explain my lack of aging and need for nutrients. But,"

"But," Kyle picked up, shifting his weight, "You're cold, whereas Luna is warm, and has a pulse. Plus, according to my father, he specifically made the Gaulems incapable of self repair, so it'd make sense that they couldn't build new Gaulems as well."

The thing gave a chuckle, ""He" made the Gaulems incapable of self repair, hm?"

Kyle blinked for a moment, then shared in the humor of his own statement. He'd learned a long time ago his father had virtually nothing to do with the creation of the Gaulems. Robotics and Bioengineering were entirely too far removed for one man to do both.

No, the real genius of the Gaulems, the AI that ran the facility, and even Kyle's suit was the Not Man sitting before him. His father just laid claim to these creations.

"What else might I be?" Asked the Not Man, crossing one leg over the other.

Kyle thought, his other Hypothesizes were far from perfect, "Well... We are on the moon. While never scientifically proven, space is near infinite, and I would not be surprised if you were some form of extraterrestrial."

"That would explain my advanced intelligence." The man confirmed, "Though I do look a bit too human, don't you think?"

"I would assume to blend in with other humans," Kyle suggested, tilting his head.

"But the only humans in this facility are your Father and you, and you both figured me out right away. Why would I not shed my disguise at that point? Or simply leave?"

Kyle hummed in thought, he could Maybe and What If this train of thought forever, but based on the resistance he was getting from the topic, he could only assume he was on the wrong track.

"Then... You're like my father, an esper who traveled through time to help him with his work."

The Not Man smiled and leaned back, "You're on the right track, but not quiet. If I was from your father's original time here to help him, wouldn't he be more accepting of me?"

Kyle thought back to the first time he'd asked about the man in the Gaulem Bay, and the sharp way his father had responded. He thought about the times he'd only been passing by and he'd heard his father yelling behind closed doors at this not man for interfering.

"Then you're here to... stop him?"

"Would he let me stay if I was?"

Kyle shook his head, he looked rather lost now.

"Not to mention, espers are still human. Your father may not act like it, but he is just as human as you. He needs to eat, and sleep, his heart beats and aches and flutters same as yours."

"Unlike you..." Kyle trailed off and placed his hand to his chin, thinking again.

When he was young he'd remembered reading about Zombies and Vampires, fictional undead creatures in horror stories that felt cold as the dead and who's hearts never beat. That seemed highly unlikely to be true, but it was about all he had left.

The not man stood up, he reached up and removed Kyle's helmet, as he'd done every time Kyle would visit him, and patted him on the head. His hand was cold. It was comforting. It was all Kyle had.

"What I am is something that cares very deeply for you, Kyle. Why I came here, why I help your father, it's because you are very very important to me." The cold hand moved to Kyle's cheek, "Is that enough of an answer?"

Kyle leaned into the touch of the one thing that cared about him most in the world, even if it wasn't human, it loved him. And he loved it.

"For now..."

#Emile's Writing #Self Insert #Self Insert Fanfic #Proship Selfship #Kyle Klim #K #Vitrue's Last Reward #Based on the uncanon ending where Akane addresses The Player as a canon entity in the world #Because the Nonary Games are VERY hard to self insert in to #The amount of characters is very limited on purpose and can't be added to #And replacing someone is very difficult as they all take very hyper specific roles and are usually interconnected between games #So I decided Fuck It. 4th Dimension entity it is #To play with Sigma's analogy #If they are Termites and the Game they live in is the Mound #I am the anteater that tears their world open and takes the best parts all for myself #I possessed a corpse and came to the moon because I saw Virtue's Last Reward and decided I would be there for Kyle #Sigma does NOT like me but that's because I made him experience all the endings in VLR even the unnecessary ones #To preserve the cycle I do erase myself from everyone's memory when the game starts #So Kyle does still have his lonely childhood backstory and his co-dependence on Akane #They're sort of false memories #That's the concept anyway #Thankyou for reading if you did I Apologize for going ham about K I love him he deserves better #And I will be that better for him

[urban-caravan]

PLEASE tell me about your ocs. i am desperate to know what is going on with them.

oh gosh, okay!! so they're kinda new (sorta, i've had the idea of them for like a year and some change and have only started to give them actual thought and refinement for a week) so nobody really has names yet

The basic premise is that a serial killer and a detective from the 1950s kill each other and then reincarnate in the same town decades later wherein they meet again in the 1980s and the spirit of the serial killer begins haunting them

So first up is John Doe

He's very rich and a prominent figure in the community. No One suspects him for the horrific murders occurring for the past 9 months in Sleepytown, Nowhere USA

Is gay and the most repressed man on god's earth. Abusive and strict upbringing made him obsessed with performing his role in society perfectly. His victims are usually people who make that more difficult for him or complicate his purposefully narrow worldview.

Becomes deeply fixated with The Detective during the investigation and starts giving himself little allowances to get closer to him. This causes him to spiral near the end as he starts sloppily making up for his indiscretions by killing more people.

The Detective

is also gay, and jewish

he's also a cop which is unfortunate (when his reincarnation finds out he thinks its very cringe and makes him actually rly bummed out) and becomes a cop both out of an innate desire to right wrongs but also the very less noble reasoning of wanting to gain and enforce power over the world around him to abate the innate helplessness he feels about his lot in life. this is subconscious obv. He's the lead detective on John Doe's case.

is also repressed but in a more "I'm just not going to deal with it" sort of way

very blunt and no nonsense in contrast to John Doe who at least puts on an act of being charming and sociable. he develops some feelings for John Doe despite his temperament tho. thinks about maybe moving away with him somewhere else but then OH NO HE KILLS PEOPLE

flashforward to the 80s

Johnny Doe The Sequel to John Doe

would you believe it if he was also gay?

Reincarnation of the serial killer of whom he only knows vaguely about just from living in the same town.

Also raised by very strict and domineering father/neglectful mother. By the time he was born his whole life was already planned out for him. Before meeting his boyfriend he was the most rigid and textual example of "Red-blooded American teenage boy in a small town". However, after meeting his boyfriend he grew out his hair, quit football, questions authority, and listens to better music.

Uncomfortably dependent on his boyfriend, which is why they are now exes. He is very much not over it and is constantly thinking of how they can get back together. He thinks that the boyfriend was the best part of his entire life and the boyfriend thinks that's very sad and he should have more of a life.

The Boyfriend

gay and jewish once again. the eternal constants in the sea of souls

big music fan, but his favorite band is abba

very sarcastic and anti-authority. also doesn't take anything lying down. almost got expelled his first week of highschool when he cracked a lunch tray across the face of a guy who called him slurs. this is the moment johnny doe sights as where he first fell in love.

is convinced he's going to die in a nuclear exchange in a few years so he figures why not live his truth and be gay in the meantime. unfortunately this also means he commits to almost nothing and never plans for the future. this is probably a bigger factor on why he dumped johnny doe. he stills has feelings for him though, even if he acts like he doesn't.

he's somehow not very surprised, but still disappointed, to find out his clingy ex murdered him in a passion in a past life.

um. tl;dr