#He's looking like a gorgeous handsome hunk right there!!!

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Proof of Possession

(Original story posted January 6th 2022 and January 14th 2022) This story has been mildly Updated!

This story was originally posted in two parts but I’ve decided repost both parts together for your reading convenience

(Part 1)

Danny leaned back into the couch after the bizarre secret that his roommate Jacob had just confessed to him. “So… you expect me to believe that you actually have the ability to possess people? Come on Jacob. Really??” He snorted at the idea like any sane person would.

“Well I mean… it’s more like I merge with them kinda. It’s not like I become a ghost or anything. I can push myself inside their bodies and become one with them.” Jacob explained, trying his best to describe the power he held.

“Oh of course. Now it makes total sense.” Danny rolled his eyes a little.

Jacob sighed. “Okay I get. You still don’t believe me. That’s fair. I wouldn’t believe me either so I’ll just have to prove it to ya.”

“W-what do you mean…” Danny gave his roommate a weird look. He still didn’t believe Jacob but he couldn’t help feeling a tad on edge at that moment.

Jacob held his hands up innocently. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna do it to you dude. I was thinking of Mr Reigner maybe?” He began, immediately seeing the way Danny’s eyes lit up at the mention of their dilf neighbor. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. Can’t blame you either. Absolute daddy material. So how about I head over there, use my power on him. I’ll even send you some hot pictures of him from his phone as proof.”

“You know what?” Danny began, leaning forwards. “This sounds not only impossible but completely stupid… but if you’re somehow telling the truth then my phone is always on me…”

Jacob grinned. He’d kept these powers a secret for what felt like ages now. To finally have someone to share it with was going to be fantastic!

———

It was only a few weeks back when Jacob discovered he could actually take over the bodies of other people. In fact the first time it happened was by complete accident.

He’d been admiring this guy at the gym. Jacob had seen the dude there a lot which wasn’t surprising seeing how jacked the dude was. Guy looked like a total meathead and totally Jacob’s type. Naturally Jacob found his eyes wandering towards the hunk fairly often. He couldn’t help but imagine what it must’ve been like having a huge muscled body like that.

On this particular day Jacob watched as the hunk left for the locker room after his workout. That was when he noticed the jock had forgotten his water bottle nearby one of the machines he’d been using. Seeing this as a chance to talk to the handsome hunk he’d been eyeing up for months, Jacob grabbed the water bottle in an attempt to return it to its rightful owner. Perhaps he’d even get the chance to do some subtle flirting.

The bottle even had the dude’s name written on it. ‘Sam Warren’ it said.

Upon entering the locker room, Jacob whipped his head around in search of the guy he’d been drooling over only to find him standing in nothing but a towel. Jacob managed to dig up the courage to go over and talk to Sam. Yet as he got closer, he couldn’t help but further admire the man’s incredible side profile. Sam had a hypnotic shelf of hefty muscle he called pecs along with a pair of enormous arms that were probably strong enough to lift Jacob without a thought.

All he could think about was how amazing it would be to pilot a body like that. To take up so much space with all that muscle. To flex those pecs in a mirror every morning. To have men and women alike practically throwing themselves at him for a chance to hang from one of those gorgeous biceps. Those thoughts persisted through his mind as he grabbed the hunk’s massive shoulder.

“Hey man, is this your water bottle?” Is what Jacob would’ve said had he not felt a powerful jolt of energy surge through his entire being upon touching Sam. The same energy flowed through Sam’s body causing the jock to let out a sudden grunt in shock and discomfort.

That’s when something truly unimaginable happened. Slowly but surely Jacob’s hand began sinking into Sam’s flesh. He tried to pull himself back in a blind panic by grabbing hold of Sam’s other shoulder for support without thinking. Next thing he knew, Jacob’s other hand also began sinking inside.

Sam was unable to do anything but groan and let out the occasional curse. He wanted to shout and shove this scrawny guy away somehow but his entire body felt as though it was paralysed. All he could feel was Jacob's hands and arms sinking deeper into his body. Before long Jacob’s arms had completely disappeared inside the hunk, pulling him in closer as his chest began to press against Sam’s muscular back.

Then things started to get even freakier. As Jacob tried to move his arms from inside Sam, it was actually Sam’s massive ones that began to respond. At first they just twitched a little. But the more effort Jacob tried, the more control he gained until he was moving Sam’s arms like a puppeteer from behind.

He didn’t have much time to wrap his mind around it though as Jacob felt his own legs and torso begin to stick to Sam’s back and legs. His body somehow phased through both his own clothes and Sam’s towel. This time Jacob didn’t resist though. In fact as he started to realise what was happening, he started to go along with it.

He willingingly pushed his legs into Sam’s huge trunks, allowing the process to hasten rather significantly. Within a few moments his legs had become one with Sam’s. But that wasn’t all as Jacob thrust his hips as hard as he could against Sam’s thick muscle ass, allowing his cock and balls to phase inside the hunk. The process of which caused Sam’s large jock cock to twitch.

Soon enough Jacob’s backside disappeared inside Sam as well and his torso was already halfway there. Sam’s legs stumbled a little as Jacob gained control, just about catching himself before they fell. In that time Jacob’s torso had enough time to finish merging with Sam leaving only Jacob’s head now sticking out of that muscular back.

“N-nooooo-uughhh… get outta m-aarrhh… b-bro-uughhhh…” Was all the dumb jock could say between all his moans as quickly lost control of his entire body. Slowly but surely being forced into the passenger seat as Jacob took over.

Jacob had to admit, He was a little worried. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him once his head got pulled in. Would he still be himself? Would he remember what happened? Would he just become Sam? Unfortunately it didn’t seem like he had a choice now so he put on a brave face and took a deep breath. Moments after finally allowing his head to sink inside.

Sam’s eyes rolled back as his whole body convulsed for a moment or two. For him everything faded to black as his mind was pushed deep into his own subconscious. This however allowed enough room for Jacob’s mind to move in and take over completely. After a few moments his bulky new body began to settle as Jacob was at last able to see out of a new pair of eyes.

“Holy fuckkkkkk…” Were the first words that came out of his mouth. He sounded just like Sam. He WAS Sam! Jacob looked down at himself to see he was now in full control of the massive hunky body he’d been lusting over for god knows how long. He had no idea how any of it was possible but… it was!

He certainly didn’t waste any time getting to know his buff new form. Within seconds Jacob was already playing with Sam’s pecs. Squeezing them, flexing them and bouncing them to his delight. He did everything you could imagine a guy in his position would do. Flex his biceps, marvel at his newfound size and height, play with new ass a little, admiring his new and much deeper voice. It was beyond exhilarating!

Doing so created quite the stirring in his crotch and before he knew it Jacob was dropping his towel to see Sam’s juicy cock springing to attention. Pulsing and eager to be jerked. Jacob couldn’t help but wrap a hand around his new rod while flexing a bicep. He was already loving how huge and powerful he felt.

“Fuuuuuuck Bro! This feels insane!” The way he found himself speaking took him off guard a little. Bro? That’s not something he’d usually say. It must’ve been Sam’s jock personality seeping through. “Sooooo fucking huuuge!” He continued as he took no shame in kissing his biceps.

“S-Sam?” A voice came from across the locker room.

Jacob turned to see another buff as fuck dude. He recognised the man straight away. He’d been working out with Sam earlier on in the gym. In that moment Jacob found himself subconsciously digging into Sam’s memories and found that the dude’s name was Ken.

Though the other jock clearly looked shocked to see his gym buddy standing naked and gripping his cock, Ken also looked a little flustered as well. His eyes darted towards Jacob’s crotch more than once. That certainly wasn’t the response you’d get from any straight man which could only mean…

Jacob sauntered over towards Ken, his hard cock bobbing slightly as he did. “Go on. Grab it. I know you want to bro.” Jacob grinned devilishly, glancing down at his cock then back up at Ken. He couldn’t believe what he was saying but being in this body filled him with an unprecedented amount of confidence.

After that the rest of that day went on like an orgasmic blur for Jacob. First with him and Ken worshiping each other's thick muscular bodies. Only stopping when some other guys came into the locker room prompting them to run off to the showers together. It wasn’t long before Jacob had Ken on his knees sucking him off until he nutted down Ken’s throat. And shortly after Jacob was more than happy to return the favor.

Once they were finished, the pair got dressed before heading over to Sam’s place. Jacob drew on the memories of his host once again to find the way. The moment they entered the apartment, they were already making out again. Tugging their clothes straight back off until they made it to the bedroom. What transpired after that was a long evening of hot passionate sex where Jacob made sure to get his new virgin jock hole nice and stretched.

The following morning Jacob was the first to wake. One of his huge arms was draped over Ken’s still sleeping body. So far he’d loved every second of being Sam. Having these huge muscles and getting fuck another muscle stud over and over. It was an absolute dream come true! However, now that he had some time to himself, he began to wonder if he’d be stuck in this body forever. Would he want that? As amazing as this was, did he really want to leave his old life behind forever?

As doubts began to well up inside him, a strange feeling began to rack his body. It wasn’t too dissimilar from what he felt when he first merged with Sam. Before he knew it, his eyes began to roll back as his vision went totally black.

Jacob began losing control of Sam’s body causing it to go limp as his original body was slowly ejected out. Moments later, Jacob regained his vision as his head popped out of Sam’s back followed by his torso, legs and finally arms. It was almost like pulling off a body suit he’d been wearing.

Now back to his usual scrawny self, Jacob hopped off the bed as Sam’s body laid unconscious. Since his clothes had disappeared when he originally merged with Sam, he now found himself standing completely naked as he looked over the two sleeping hunks. In a panic, he quickly but quietly grabbed some of Sam’s discarded clothes. They were far too big but they’d have to do as he snuck out of the apartment.

Once he was out, Jack couldn’t help but laugh as he thought about how the real Sam was gonna react when he woke up. Sleeping in bed next to his gym buddy with a sore asshole. As a straight man he was never gonna live that one down.

Jacob learned to better control and understand his power over the next couple weeks. He possessed so many more men. All different shapes and sizes. All with different lives and backgrounds.

And all he had to do was touch them while wishing to become them.

Pretty simple right? Then once he’d enjoyed himself enough in a guy's body for long enough, all he had to do was wish he were himself again and he’d be ejected out. Ready to move on to the next guy.

———

Now Jacob was leaving his apartment to go pay his neighbor Mr Reigner a visit. Of course his roommate Danny didn’t believe him after finally he decided to tell him about his power. But he was certain taking over Mr Reigner would be more than enough to change his mind…

———

(Part 2)

After hearing a prompt knock at his apartment door, Mr Reigner opened up to see none other than one of the college boys from next door. “Oh Hey. What’s up Jacob? Something you need?”

“Nah nothing much Mr Reigner. I was just wondering if I could come inside to talk to you about something.” Jacob shrugged with an innocent smile.

“Of course! Come in. It’s my day off so I’ve got as much time as you need.” The man said with a genuine smile. “And call me Mike. Mr Reigner makes me sound old.” He added as he moved to the side to allow the younger man to pass.

Jacob almost began to feel bad about this as he entered the apartment. Mike was genuinely such a nice guy… but that didn’t change the fact that he looked like a total dilf. Besides, it wasn't like he was planning on stealing that sexy body forever. Just a little while so he could prove his powers to Danny that was all. And have a little fun of course. And so Jacob strolled through to the living room before seating himself on the couch, soon followed by Mike.

“So, what’s it you wanted to talk about?” Mike questioned.

“Well you see… I recently lost my job and I was wondering if you could help me look for a new one?” What he said wasn’t even a total lie. Due to multiple accounts of absence and lateness throughout the last couple weeks, Jacob had actually been fired from his retail job at one of the local shops. Of course this was all due to Jacob not being able to resist using his newfound power on hot dudes whenever he got the chance. Could you blame him for completely losing track of time?

Upon hearing that news Mike, the sweet guy that he was, jumped at the chance to help his young neighbor out. He said he’d make them both a cup of coffee then they could start discussing what Jacob wants to do and start by looking online for something. Being a carpenter himself, Mike mentioned that he may even be able to get Jacob an apprenticeship in carpentry if that’d be something he was interested in. And with that the older man headed off into the kitchen to make those coffee’s he promised.

After that Jacob decided he’d better get this done now before he loses his nerve. He waited about a minute or so before taking a deep breath. He jumped up from the couch and quietly made his way into the kitchen. There he saw Mike standing by the countertop with two cups as he began filling the coffee pot.

The young and very horny college boy couldn’t help but silently stare at his hot neighbor’s dad butt pressed tightly against those welling fitting shorts he wore. Just looking at it was giving him a boner. He wanted to have that ass sooo bad badly and in more ways than one. He still felt a little guilty but… to hell with it! Jacob let his hormones takeover as he practically pounced on Mike, wrapping his arms tightly around the older man.

“Jacob! What ar-roooo-o-o-o-oooooohhhhhaaa!” Mike’s words swiftly devolved into a powerful groan as his body tensed up. Mike found himself unable to move an inch as the super powered 20 year old held him tightly. Mike was only just able to tilt his head down enough to see the impossible happening right before his eyes. Jacob’s hands and arms phasing through his shirt and into his body!

The college boy hugged his sexy neighbor as tightly as possible, trying to push his body inside as quickly as possible. After having had some experience now, the possession merge process had become quite a pleasure for Jacob. It was written all over his face with a dumb smile as his chest and stomach phased through the clothes and entered Mike’s back. He couldn’t help himself as he thrust his hips forwards, smashing his crotch into the bigger man’s ass causing them both to groan out while Jacob’s cock, balls and pelvis sunk into Mike’s ass. His head was already about half way in by this point as he pressed his legs against his neighbor bigger, meatier and hairier ones. Mike’s eyes rolled back as Jacob’s entire being sucked itself inside his flesh. Finally ending as the college boy's clothes fell to the ground.

Mike’s, or rather now Jacob’s, eyes fluttered for a moment. Jacob’s being was getting itself settled inside the dilf body, causing it to jitter and convulse slightly. Eventually his eyes opened again once he’d gotten comfortable, now in full control of this handsome new body.

Without hesitation Jacob practically ripped off his shirt with a lust ridden look on Mike’s face. He tossed it to the floor before running his hands along the dense forest of fur covering his new chest and stomach. It felt wonderful…

“Damn this feels incredible! So fuckin’ hairy!” Out of all the men he’d merged with so far, Mike was by far the hairiest and he absolutely adored it! Not to mention the awesome beard. He felt like such a man! It was hard to even explain. Sure he’d merged with bodies that had bigger chests and bigger biceps but this was just a whole other experience. So far Jacob had only been taking over the bodies of dudes his age. So now being inside Mike’s more mature 36 year old body was truly something else.

As his hands continued to roam across his furry new torso and rub through his beard, Jacob’s new cock was quickly beginning to chub up. Not being able to resist the tent he’d made in Mike’s shorts, Jacob pulled open the waistband and the briefs Mike had been wearing to get a look at what the older man was packing. He certainly wasn’t disappointed as he was greeted by a thick, uncut cock that must’ve been a good about 7 inches or so. Reaching inside, he couldn’t help but give the pulsing rod a few strokes, sending waves of joy throughout his dilf body.

That’s when he noticed Mike’s phone sitting on the counter top and remembered what he’d promised to Danny. Digging up the self restraint to tuck his hard cock away, Jacob grabbed the phone and unlocked it with Face ID before swiping directly over to the selfie camera.

“Fuuuck… Mike is suuuuch a hot daddy.” He muttered to himself. Even the sound of Mike’s voice coming out of his mouth making his cock buck.

Once he’d finished admiring his handsome yet stolen face, he held out the phone and started taking a few photos and before picking out his favourite one. Jacob then jumped over to contacts before tying in Danny’s number. After that he selected the photo and sent it to his skeptical roommate along with a message

— Believe me now boy? —

Danny saw the message and picture moments. He must’ve been in shock because it took him a good minute to finally respond.

— Mr Reigner?? What are you talking about? —

Jacob rolled his eyes. There was no way Danny still didn’t believe this.

— Nope. It's Jacob! But can keep calling me Mr Reigner if you want 😏 —

At first he wanted to call Danny an idiot for thinking the real Mr Reigner would send something like that but…he didn’t wanna sound mean. Guess that was Mike’s kind personality slipping through.

— I told you I could take over bodies! —

Once again Danny saw the message but took a little while to respond.

— No no no this is a prank. You and Jacob are pranking me. People can’t just take over other people’s bodies. That’s all stupid sci-fi shit —

— Fine. If you still don’t believe me then I’ll just have to prove it in person. I’ll be over in 2 minutes 😘 —

With that Jacob set down the phone before heading out of Mike's apartment in nothing but his blue shorts and trainers. As he walked down the apartment complex hallway, he saw one of the other neighbors, Mr Davis, who Mike was good friends with. He couldn’t help but give the man a kind smile. Saying hello just as Mike would. Mr Davis gave him an odd look likely due to his bare chested ness but gave a friendly hello back regardless.

Danny’s heart jumped when he heard a knock at the door. After getting those messages, and especially that photo, from Mr Reigner he didn’t know what to think. There was no way Jacob had actually done what he said right? Possessing their dilf of a neighbor? There was no way…

He jumped up from the couch and made his way over to the door, hesitating for a moment before pushing down the handle. Opening the door, Danny was greeted by the man he’d had countless wet dreams standing shirtless before him with a devious smirk.

“Believe me now?” Mike smirked.

“J-Jacob? Is that really…you?” Danny still didn’t quite believe it but at the same time he was sure Mr Reigner wouldn't agree to go this far for a prank right?

Jacob gave Danny a soft smile as he leant down to his roommates level. Their faces were mere inches away. The hairy dad placed a gentle hand on Danny’s cheek before leaning in and sealing their lips with a soft kiss. Jacob’s beard felt incredible as it rubbed against Danny’s skin. This moment was everything the latter had ever wanted since he first laid eyes on Mr Reigner. Those ten seconds felt as though they lasted an eternity until the older man finally pulled away. Danny almost melted into a puddle as he looked deeply into those kind, soft brown eyes.

“Would the real Mr Reigner do that? Of course it’s me!” Jacob laughed.

He was right. The real Mr Reigner was straight and that kiss felt way too real for it to be part of a joke still. Which could only mean that it wasn’t a joke at all. This really was the real deal!

With that Danny offered the man inside, closing the door behind them. They sat down in the living room as Jacob re-explained his powers to Danny who this time around had a far more open mind about it.

“Sooo ummm… what should I call you now? Jacob or Mr Reigner?” Danny wondered.

“Oh just call me Mike. I hardly look like Jacob anymore and saying Mr Reigner makes me sound old.” Jacob chuckled. He didn’t even realise how he’d said almost the exact same thing that Mike had earlier.

“Well then Mike…” Danny began as he stood back up. “How’s about I help you break that new body of yours in a little.” He outstretched an arm to Jacob, pulling him up from his chair.

“I’d say that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Jacob leaned in for another kiss, this one far deeper than the last one as he felt Danny’s hands start to explore his hairy chest, squeezing his pecs as if he’d waited his whole life for it. “You know I got a good feel for my new dick earlier. I think you’re gonna love it boy. Nice and thick. And balls full of cum just for you.” He growled, trying to play into a more daddy-like persona as he glanced down at the growing hard on in his shorts.

Danny reached down and grasped Jacob’s cock through the fabric, earning a grunt from the man. “Holy fuck… you weren’t kidding. That thing is thick!” He stated, giving Jacob a rush of pride.

However Danny’s other hand drifted down the ridges of Mike’s back until he reached the waistband of those tight blue shorts. “However I was wondering…” His hand pushed down past the waistband into the shorts, causing Jacob to grunt again as he squeezed one of those hairy globes he called ass cheeks. “…If I could take that furry bubble butt of yours out for a spin first?”

With a chuckle Jacob agreed before the two locked lips once again. They continued making out with a fiery passion while slowly making their way over to Danny’s bedroom, discarding their clothing as they went. Danny wasted no time pushing Jacob down onto the bed, Mike’s furry ass presented in all its glory. After devouring that hairy hole for a good few minutes, he lubed up and slipped his cock inside. Jacob cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Mike’s virgin dad hole was suddenly stretched by a young college boy cock. Luckily for him though Mike’s body seemed to be quite the natural when it came to anal. Before long his ass was already adjusting to the feeling of a cock stretching it and before long he was groaning out in that deep baritone voice while Danny jackhammered that ass relentlessly. It wasn’t long before Danny could feel himself getting close.

“Come on boy! Daddy wants you to breed his hole with that delicious cum!”

Hearing his hot neighbor say those words sent Danny over the edge. He couldn’t hold back any longer as his cock exploded with cum inside the older man’s hairy ass. Filling that once never before used hole with a healthy load it so desperately needed. Afterwards they both looked at each-over, happy and exhausted as Danny pulled his cock from Jacob’s ass.

“Alright two minute break then it’s my turn to breed your ass!” Jacob stated with a grin.

———

And so the rest of that afternoon was spent exactly how you’d imagine. The two taking turns fucking one another until they finally wore themselves out. Now they laid in bed, Danny snuggling his head against Jacob’s hairy chest.

“So how long do you think you’re gonna stay as Mike?” Danny asked curiously

“I haven’t really decided yet… the longest I’ve stayed inside a guy was just over a day. Always feel like I need to get back to my life you know?” Jacob responded truthfully.

“…”

Jacob turned and looked at his roommate. “You want me to stay inside Mike don’t ya?”

“…Yeah.” Danny admitted with a blush.

“Well…I suppose I could stay for a while. And who knows if I like this body enough and it likes me then… I might see if I can make it a permanent arrangement.” Jacob grinned.

Danny looked up at Jacob in surprise. “No way… would you actually consider doing that?” He asked, trying not to sound too excited.

Jacob looked down at his bigger, hairier body before rubbing a hand through his hair and beard. Mike’s body was everything he’d ever wished he could be and now he had it. Why not keep it? Of course it wouldn’t be easy with the sudden disappearance of his old body and what not but he was sure they’d get through it. Besides, being inside Mike just felt so good. His kind and loving nature was having an incredible effect on him so far.

“Of course. How could I resist wanting to be your daddy?” He teased.

With that the new Mike kissed Danny on the forehead as they went back to an evening full of cuddling and kissing. Talking endlessly about how they were gonna spend the rest of their lives.

[prettyoatmeal]

No warnings If you think you've seen me post this before... shhh.. no you haven't.. Masterlist here!

Thinking about Ghost part 10 million and 1.

>:( I can't stop thinking about him, he lives rent free in my brain.

Where he retires and all the free time at home he starts getting softer. His abdomen gets softer, his thighs, his arms.

He's the same hunk of a man with all that muscle under him but the angular features around his body become a bit more rounded and curvy.

Cuddles with him become even more heavenly than they've already been. His tummy is so comfy to lay your head against, it's insane.

Ghost, where he thinks he's grown lazy and that he should work harder to keep his shape but it's really just because he's been eating your delicious cooking morning, noon, and night rather than whatever garbage was being served in the mess hall or in rations.

Where he thinks he needs to get back into the grind so you have someone to show off, but really, you're drooling over him regardless.

While he's flexing in the mirror and checking himself out, you're just watching him off to the side because that's your man!!!

Your man is right there! Your hubby!! And he looks so good!!!

I don't see him becoming insecure about himself, I'm fairly sure this guy is canonically the cockiest man alive. But he does see himself a little differently than he did originally. He looks... different. And he isn't too fond of the change.

He starts asking your opinion on clothes more often, asking you if you think he should go to the gym more often, if he should start watching what he's eating. But you're always there to remind him of how handsome he looks and that there's nothing wrong with what he's eating.

He looks comfortable, he looks fed, he looks like he's at home, and he takes that to heart. You make him feel like he's the most gorgeous man in the world, even if he's changed a bit.

And really, he's the happiest he's ever been because you've made him feel like this.

I can't stop thinking about this man, I think I'm going insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*************** DISCLAIMER Under no circumstances do I give permission to copy, repost, or manipulate my work in any way. I am not comfortable with this. If you wish to translate my work, message me privately. My inbox is always open.

[sentientcave]

Fuck-ass Mohawk

Contains: Alcohol, smoking (cigarettes and cannabis), Soap being Soap, Ghost being Ghost, uninvited touching, tall fem reader

Short little thing about Johnny liking it a bit when you're a bitch to him (And Ghost likes it too)

868 Words ~ MDNI

You’d rather stay home and play board games, but Laurie had convinced everyone that it was a good night for clubbing. You hated clubs— The noise, the crowds, the smell of sweat and alcohol and hormones— and spent the better part of club nights standing outside chain-smoking, or crammed into a dirty bathroom stall holding back a friend’s hair as she threw up blue curacao because she didn’t listen to you when you told her to eat dinner before going out. Tonight didn’t look like it was going to end up with anyone puking their guts up, at least. Laurie’s flirting with a gorgeous hunk with a devastating smile, and Alex and Hannah are dancing, so you go out the side door into the alley for some fresh air. Or air, anyway, since the alley’s where folks go to smoke. You light a joint, because at least that will dull the effect that the sound is having on your head. It’s getting close to midnight, which at least means the night is almost over, so long as someone doesn’t drag you along to some weirdo’s house. “Hey, wha’s a bonnie thing like ye doin’ out here all alone?” A voice purrs in your ear. You jump, surprised that he could get so close with out you noticing him, especially once you turn and really look at him. He’s huge, not that tall, probably your height when you’re not wearing boots (You have about an inch and a half on him in your shit-kickers), but broad and way more muscled than anyone has any reason to be, wrapped in a too-tight shirt, and smiling at you, bright blue eyes fixed on yours with unnerving intensity. He pats your shoulder. “Didnae mean to scare ye, lass, just wanted to say hello.” You take a big step to the side, establishing a new bubble of personal space without him in it. “Well, hello,” you say dismissively. “Goodbye.” There’s a snort from a few meters away, a big fellow with a kn95 mask dangling on one ear, his hand up in front of his face, a cigarette clamped between his fingers. “Och, dinnae be like tha’, hen.” “Don’t like it?” you ask, glaring at him. “Go away. Plenty of girls in there’ll go for whatever all this is.” A sweeping, unimpressed glance from his boots and ripped jeans up to his stupid mohawk would usually do the trick, but it only made this fellow smile wider. “No’ enough fer ya? I can sweeten tha deal some. The big fella doesnae mind sharin’ a sweet lass with me noo and again. There’s plenty of ye ta go around.” “Johnny,” the big fellow in question says sternly. His mask is back in place, covering the lower half of his face. “Dun’t look like she’s interested.”

“Tha’s where you’re wrong, LT. She just doesna want to admit it. Hen’s got pride. Wants to make me work for it, right lass?” He winks at you. “No. Don’t like your fuck-ass mohawk.” You puff on your joint, keeping your face still while he splutters, indignant. “Fuck-ass mohawk?” he asks. “What do ye mean by tha’?” “I mean it looks like you have a contentious relationship with your father,” you say. Maybe you’re being a bit mean, but it’s always fun to take a cocky fucker down a peg or two. “I don’t fuck with men with daddy issues. Most of ‘em are cops or military lads.” The big guy— LT?— laughs aloud at that while Johnny’s still looking at you with his mouth hanging open. The side door opens, and your friends pile out, Laurie arm in arm with her hunk, and Hannah and Alex clinging to handsome fellows of their own. “There you are,” Laurie says. “We’re going back to Hannah’s. Are you coming?” “Uh. I guess.” Laurie beams at you, and looks up at her hunk. “Kyle, do you need to find your friends?” “Nah. These lads right here.” He gestures at Johnny and LT. with a grin. “Knew Ghost would be out here, and Soap’s always followin’ him around like the big puppy he is.” “Ah’m no’!” You fall into step at the rear of the group. You’ll probably head home rather than join them, but Hannah’s flat is on the way to your own. Johnny and his handler flank you, matching your stride when you slow down or speed up. Annoying. “So what, is the big guy your replacement daddy?” you ask. “Wha— No!” Johnny says hotly. “He’s just my lieutenant.” “Could be your daddy, if you like,” Ghost says, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Got a thing for caustic little cunts.” “Oh fuck off,” you say, trying to shove his hand off. His grip squeezes a little tighter, and you try to ignore the way that core clenches around nothing. You channel the heat into anger, and dig your nails into his wrist hard. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He grunts, but doesn’t seem all that affected by your claws. “Look at you, ‘issin’ and spittin’ like a puffed up alley cat. S’cute. But save it for later, eh? Don’t want you to tire yourself out too early.”

[sunshine7queen]

@yuujispinkhair @windlullaby @thefallofruins @quinnyundertow

Sukuna 🤲

[icarusredwings]

The Salon

Thinking about transfem, Wade finds herself a nice beauty shop and she's been going here for a couple of weeks, and while she's worn wigs before, this is her first true glue down.

Tw (apprently) Dramatization of language, satire, it's supposed to sound terribly written. That's the point.

She's getting a full bouncey blowout, and today she's even decided that she's getting old money nails, Cherry Mocha to be exact. "They look like blood!" She giggles, estatic and simply glowing with joy.

"Now hold still, baby. You're finna mess up your edges."

"Honey, she gon be messing up more than that when she gets home." The woman next to them say.

The salon busts out in laughter as another client giggles in the heating dome.

"What? Why would I mess it up? I promise I'll follow the care routine."

They laugh again. "Oh sweetheart, They mean... Don't be letting your mans tug up on your weave."

"Oh.. OH -" she giggles too, blushing at the idea. She wonders what Logan was doing right now. If he likes the lunch, she packed him, and if his construction buddies were still giving him a fuss from the notes that she left him or the heart-shaped sandwiches.

"But darlin' I'm not kidding, when your mans see you, you're gonna have to beat him off ya with a stick!"

"Shoo guurrrll you're so right!" The other says.

Wade giggles once again, shaking her head quickly. "No, no! He ain't like that. I-i mean sure, he thinks im pretty, but.. he might be lying." She says quickly,

"Aye!! Gurl, watch the curler!! You're gonna done burn your neck off!" She scolds hers.

"I think you might have already burned her braincells off because there ain't no way you think he's lying. You gotta be kidding me!"

"If that man is lyin', Leave him, sis!"

"Noo... it's alright. I-I know he loves me, it's just.. I look like this - you know? And he's so god damn handsome I just.. sometimes I think he might-"

"Now you hush your mouth right now and litsen to me girl, you hear me? You are gorgeous. Besides, if a man can't handle a little cancer, then he aint worth your time and beauty. Huh ladies?"

"Mhm. Damn right." They nod, "Preach!"

"Maybe get a little work done in the chest. Boys love a fat chest, dollface."

Wade frowns, hands coming to her chest. Logan never mentioned anything about her being flat before, but.. the words don't help the voices telling her otherwise.

"Well, good thing she's put for a man, not a boy, huh, Georgette? Besides... yours couldn't keep your husband from lookin at the secretary.."

"Ooooh!!" The salon says as the woman known as Deb smirks. "Now let me turn ya around, baby."

A deep gasp came from her, leaning forward as she stood up, smiling widely. "Is that... me?" She whispers, hand going to the curls as tears gloss those bright opal eyes of hers.

"It's always been you, sugar. Just had to bring her out to shine in the sunlight. So whatda think? How do you feel?"

"I-.." standing she turns, looking at the sides and back. "I-i feel.. beautiful!!"

"Yeaah!! That's what we wanna hear. Now what do you think your hot hunk is gonna think about this?"

"If he don't take you home and please ya babygirl I will!"

The woman scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Shut up, Carl! Everyone round here done know you got the bumps!"

The changes were simple. Some deep conditioning lotion, a tiny bit of powder over the bandaged wounds, some tone matching lip stick, eyelash extentions, drawn on eyebrows, her nails. They all meant nothing individually but tied together with that wig?

Wade might actually begin to believe that she was pretty.

The shop bell rings as the salon goes quiet.

In walked a man in a sweat woaked wife beater, thick boots with cement stuck to the bottom, dirty pants and tan gloves with stains themselves, hair up his arms glittering with grey dust.

Wiping some sweat off his brow with a dark blue hankerchief, he smiles nervously. "Hi.. erm.."

"Damn.. what I wouldn't give to have an ass that tight.."

"I bet I could flick I dime off that thang." Some older ladies whispered to each other in the back.

Another began to fan herself with a magazine as she came to him. "How can I help you, sugar?"

Wade giggles, knowing her man was fine as fuck. Esspecially after work. If he stayed too long, though, he might stink up the shop.

"I'm uh.. lookin' for my wife..?"

"Mmh, is that so? And what if I say you're lookin at her right now?"

The mans face sqrunches, brows furrowing and nose twiching. "..I don't think so.."

Wade could squeal right now, giggling again.

"Oh leave that mean be, Loretta! He's old enough to be your father!"

"Tch.. if my father was that fine maybe I would've gone to college like my mama wanted." She says, moving aside as Wade stepped up. Logan knew that smile anywhere, his eyes lighting up, a little glad because things were starting to get uncomfortable.

"Hi..." she says, holding her purse behind her back with a small sway, blushing and giggling as she watches Logan's eyes look ever inch of her.

"H-hi! I uhm.. you look great." He grins, arms coming around her waist.

"Great? JUST great??" Debs hand came to her hip. "You insultin my work?"

"N-no ma'am! I-.. You're.."

A woman in the corner getting a perm starts to say something but Deb put her finger up. "Let the man think. It's hard to think of words when so much more is on his mind." She smirks, making Logan blush and look down.

Wade squeals in delight. "Is that true?"

He swallows. "Shh.. You look stunning. But.. you know you didn't have to do all this. You were already gorgeous just the way you are."

Wade blinks, misunderstanding. "You don't like it..?"

"No-"

"No!?"

The woman all look at each other with raised brows.

By now, Logan was sweating more from this then from the job. "No! I mean- Yes!! I do. I like it. But I LOVE you. No matter what. And I like what ever makes you happy. Does it make you happy?" He asks, hand coming up to softly caress her cheek.

"Yes.." She smiles. "Do you like my nails?" Her hand comes up as he tilts his head.

"They look like blood.."

"That's what I said!!" She giggles again, leaving the shop.

Loretta looks to Deb. "...Shes gonna need a touch up by the time hes done with her."

Deb laughs through her nose. "Shut up.."

[keyrey]

ꕥ𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢ꕥ

“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.” —Linda Poindexter

■□■(SFW, family headcannon.)■□■

𝓡𝓮𝓭, a testament to never-ending strength and courage. White, a resemblance of peace and purity. Denmark, a hot-ass place to be in the middle of summer, wearing a thick cream colored suit and tie. It’s what you’ve been trying to tell your headstrong, handsome, manly hunk of a husband all evening. Although somehow, you’ve ended up bundled in layers of silk sheets, the orange sun peeking through the sheer curtains, the ever-so-calming timbre of Farum Lake and rustling leaves, cradled warmly in the embrace of the man we all know and love, Kento freaking Nanami.

“I swear I’m gonna break that damn clock one day,” you blurt out before your mind can register what you said. A slight offense on your part—forgetting that the clock you’re so avidly pressed about was Nanami’s grandmother’s, one of the last remnants of her being. Grandpa Soren’s house is the worst place to be in the scorching summer heat. Do you want air conditioning? Buy a water bottle and a bucket of ice. If it weren’t for the croissant bakery, the ice cream truck, and the taco joint down the road, you’d flee right back to good ol’ Ammurica on the first flight available, but… this is one of the sacrifices you have to make when you have a husband, right?

"I love your commitment to destroying antique furniture. Maybe we should replace all our furniture with IKEA next." 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his snarkiness. He does that sometimes, most of the time. “Nanami—” “I apologize.” 

“Yeah, you better, fool!” You laugh heartily, chest hurting as you throw a nearby pillow at him. But of course, with his trained Jujutsu reflexes, he dodged it perfectly even though he’s retired. 

“Dammit! I will get you next time!” The other pillow you were about to chuck straight into that gorgeous face of his, got halted by the creek of the rusty metal hinges. You both looked, craning your heads to the side. 

Slimy fingers which most definitely were coated with snot and boogers trailed up your sides. An ooey, gooey monster? No… just your five year old girl, Jasmine, who runs in the house like she owns the place. You refuse to tell her that one day, she will. 

Jasmine held one of those velcro wooden pizza sets that you can mix and match. You guessed it was her favorite feature because it was the only explanation for a pineapple, salmon, mushroom and pepperoni pizza all in one. To make it even better, her slobbery fingers made an excellent argument on why NOT to indulge in this intriguing delicacy. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDYYYYYYY!!!!” Jasmine was your crazy ball of energy, you really have no idea how she is such a contrast to both your and Nanami’s personalities. 

Grandpa Soren shuffled into the room, his long beard swinging slightly with each step. Coupled with an angular visage. The lines on his face told stories of loneliness, but his eyes brightened as they took in the sight of his family. 

His voice, though worn and gravelly, carried a tender note as he spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his beard, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "She just really wanted to see you on your birthday, Nanami."

Jasmine returned to galloping around the master bedroom like the centaur she is– should be. 

"She's too fickle! Slips right out of my hands!" he chuckled, shaking his head in amused resignation.

“How would you all feel about a birthday breakfast in bed, hmm?” Now we’re talking. You were the first to raise your hand, NOT your birthday. Nanami looked at you, a knowing look on his face. A nod of confirmation, and Grandpa Soren is gone, whisked away into the wonders of the kitchen. 

The scent of warm pastry dough, buttery and slightly sweet, mingled with the eggs, created an irresistible symphony of smells that tickled the senses.

“Daddyyyyyy!!!! Why not eat my pizza!!!!!?? Is delicious!!!”

She really needs to go back to preschool. You couldn’t hold back your reaction, a fierce chortle, eliciting a brown faux fur pillow right in your face, shutting you up immediately. 

Nanami went into full-on dad mode, a mode that even when you two are alone, is hard to turn off. Literally, his pupils dilated fully, looking like a straight up puppy. He seemed to snake off the bed effortlessly and onto the ground, kneeling down to her level. You witnessed his hands tremble in fear as he stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste his daughter’s creation. 

“You like? You like, daddy!!???”

He tried his hardest not to break his facade and provided Jasmine with a crooked smile, attempting to hide the sensation of his stomach twitching.

“Delicious, baby. Make Daddy another one?” And thus began the start of a grave mistake that eventually roped you and Grandpa Soren around in it as well. Sour expressions ran through the family. Luckily, you were no longer burning in the heat as Grandpa invested into a fan. You thought you’d never see the day. Only Nanami would risk his life for his daughter’s wooden pizza creations. This is why Nanami is daddy. Our very own daddy. 

╰┈➤Banner (Canva rules) ╰┈➤Fanart drawn by yours truly - KeyRey. ╰┈➤Special thanks to @cafekitsune for the divider! ╰┈➤ Extra special thanks to @pseudowho for inspiration to start writing again ahhh! Love your work ❤️

(I don’t know if I was supposed to tag, sorry! New to the unspoken rules of tumblr etiquette 😅😅 >.<)

■□■<Unrelated Teaser for a potential sequel>■□■ An autistic dog accompanied by an autistic girl, an uncalled for turn of events, but my current reality as he shakes in my arms, petrified by the sharp, whirring whistles of red, white and blue. A symbol of bravery, peace and freedom. But we all know expectations and realities provide an unequivocal sense of falseness. Which is why a compressed thunder jacket, warm cozy blankets and bread coated in peanut butter, stuffed with an anxiety pill inside is the way to go.

Extra little note: A few mistakes might've went under my radar when writing this, please don't be afraid to point out corrections! ⇣⇣Real footage of Nanami and his baby⇣⇣

[bigfuckingdudes]

Jet's Been Cursed!

Have you met Jet? He's the ugly guy in the corner, with the mop. You probably used to know him.

Jet was handsome. It was his whole thing and always had been, that he was gorgeous, conventionally speaking. He had golden hair and blue eyes, perfect skin, toned muscles and a bizarrely glorious dusting of facial stubble, just enough to look rugged and masculine. And so he was a model and an actor and a spokesperson and all that hot, rich guy shit he's now totally unable to do.

If you looked like he used to, wouldn't you be a model too? Unfortunately, Jet was also a bit of a rude fucker, always yapping away gossiping even in front of the targets of his disdain, always treating his support staff like actual servants, and always showing up late to set. His looks carried him throughout life as if upon an enchanted breeze and he loved both said looks and said life.

One Friday, his coffee order was late. The air conditioning wasn't broken, but it wasn't exactly working either. And the photographer didn't smile at Jet when he walked onto set! Jet was FURIOUS. He stormed back to his dressing room and fumed like a little kid, whining to nobody, texting on his phone to anyone who might reply about how awful his life was.

A PA came to grab him for the last shot of the day, and Jet SNARLED like a villain from a cheap movie at her, making her cry immediately. He sat in his steaming rage for another hour or so and eventually went back to set, having made everyone stay late without pay. Everyone, unsurprisingly, had lost interest in his beauty and just hated the guy.

When Jet eventually went home, he of course didn't notice the hex bag affixed to the bottom of his car. No one would. He was so exhausted from being a brat that he crashed into bed immediately, into a dark and dreamless sleep.

The next morning, he woke up, belched like a trooper and then paused. He didn't burp. He didn't even drink sparkling water, for god's sake. So he was surprised when he let out a rancid fart too. Clearly yesterday's shitty coffee disagreed with him? Maybe they'd used oat milk instead of his requested fresh macadamia. He stumbled out of his silken bed and went over to the mirror, itching his face slightly. He felt oddly heavy, really drunk on sleep or hungover with it.

Ew!

There was a stubborn...beard appearing all over his face and his neck! What the fuck?! It was hideous and he felt like throwing up just seeing the unkempt mess spreading across his face, obscuring his features. Jesus! And he... He... His tan had faded into pale, spotty looking skin. He looked at the blotchy pockmarks of his face and felt deep fear. He looked both ten years older and ten years younger all at once. He let out another fart, this one a faint squeak of panic. He looked like some fucking nerdy creep, not like the hunk he'd been the night before, the hunk he'd been for his entire life.

And, dear god, he was hungry. He ran downstairs, oddly aware that his gait wasn't quite right, and, feeling out of breath, he ate an entire packet of "health" cereal. It tasted like dirt. It wasn't enough. He finished everything in his cupboards and literally listened to his stomach gurgle like an animal. It still wasn't enough. He needed to get out. He pulled on a coat over his t-shirt and underwear and stormed out of his apartment and across the street, where a neon sign announced "DINER". He'd never really noticed the place before.

He stumbled into the diner, breathing heavily, feeling yet more hair burst from his chest, his face, even his toes. It was like a forest was emerging from his body, and with the hair came sweat and a thick scent of body stench. He was like a hog under the hot sun. People waiting, queuing for a table, dodged out of his way, given him a clear path to a booth which he slammed down into, feeling himself itch and moan uncontrollably. He howled like a wolf upon seeing nearby food, scratching his now incredibly hairy genitals.

"BURGERS!" He roared, like an animal, literally feeling drool pool at the edges of his mouth and drip down into the table in front of him, forcing the approaching waiter to back up and give him a look halfway between pity and fear. "MILKSHAKE," he screamed. Shortly, a plate of burgers appeared in front of him accompanied by the world's largest milkshake which was really more of an ice cream sundae on steroids. And boy, did Jet go to town on all of it, making a real mess, shoving it down him, burping and crying slightly as he did so, dribbling meat juice and ice cream down his shirt. His shirt...which was...bubbling and pushing outwards, as his belly and chest started to swell to mammoth proportions, spurred on by some foul magic and his new appetite's demands. By the time he finished his meal -- and the other meals he then ordered -- he was vast.

He had almost womanly breasts bursting from the sides of his shirt, only recognisably male due to their hideous hair. He had love handles which had their own gravitational pull. He had a hugely fat gut itching to expand even more. He could feel padding of flesh on his ass and thighs and hips. He felt vast and he needed to escape, run back home to his old life, to bed, to his regular dreaming sleep immediately.

But he was so big he was sorta trapped in the booth! It took a real struggle for him to break free and by that point the entire diner was gazing at him. He stumbled back to his apartment, unsteady on his fattened feet. But when he got there, things seemed... different.

His flashy gadgets were gone. The apartment was grubby. His expensive artworks had been somehow replaced by flaking movie posters. And the photos from his modeling career were just pictures of other hot men, clearly ripped out of magazines. And his phone suddenly was a worse model -- with a cracked screen! What was happening to him?

When he stumbled to work, wearing the largest clothes he could find, belly hanging fleshily and whale-like from a t shirt's bottom, he found he was not the talent as he insisted, but the building's... janitor. He was handed a broom and a mop and a uniform that barely contained him, and told to get to work in the background while a new model strolled in, all sweetness and light, treating everyone well. Jet burped and started to cry.

It was almost like he'd been cursed?

Since the curse hit, Jet's been a lot more polite, but the world doesn't care. It treats him just as he used to treat like: like shit. He's a fat slob and he's treated like one.

Does he deserve it? Jury's out, but he's gotten really good at sucking cock since his transformation, and he's discovered he loves pleasuring guys who are particularly cruel to him -- do you wanna give it a go? Go on, call him a gross fatty and see what happens.

[loweya-blog]

Miss Piggy and The Demons

(Fuck it I’m doing this mini crack fic XD)

The delicate. The beautiful. The angelic and utterly famous superstar Miss Piggy did NOT expect her morning to turn out like this. But…. it wasn’t half bad. At one point she was in hell which was unfortunate. But at another point…. 

Look at all these HOTTIES! 

Before her stood a very handsome man with dark red hair and some sort of red dress. Change out the dress for a nice skin tight pair of black pants and a shirt…. No wait, scrap the shirt. Have him shirtless….

“Welcome to the Devildom…” The HUNK of a man began talking before stopping with a bewildered look on his fine face. 

The other hunk, the one with black hair, looked confused as well. The blonde one with that bowtie began laughing while the other gorgeous blonde, wearing lovely pink nail polish, was also laughing. Miss Piggy had no idea what they were laughing at but she did know they all rightfully were staring at her. She flipped her hair. 

“Excuse me, FINE gentlemen but….what am I doing here?” Miss Piggy asked in her most delicate voice. 

“I’m confused as well. I don’t know why Lucifer brought a pig here.” The barbaric blonde with too much pink said. 

Miss Piggy shot him a dirty look as Lucifer sighed.

“She is technically a resident of the human world….so… I suppose her papers weren’t excluded. She’s still a candidate.” Lucifer said. 

Candidate? They should be honored to be in the presence of someone as beautiful and famous as her! They gave Miss Piggy a run down of what was going on. She was an exchange student from the human world for culture or something blah blah blah. Most of her attention was on Diavolo's lovely eyes…. And his massive chest. How in the world did he get such pecs?!

She had to give a phone call to some bozo with a new phone. D.D.D. Whatever. It was the same thing. 

“Yoooooo.” The stranger on the phone said. 

“Hello? You are speaking with the elegant Miss Piggy.” Miss Piggy responded with all the grace and loveliness of an angel. 

And she got back immediate laughter. Her temper rose as she heard the jerk laughing right at her. Fortunately Lucifer commanded this “Mammon” fellow to get down there. When he finally arrived, he ran up to Miss Piggy and demanded money from her. That was it!

“HIYAAA!” 

She karate chopped him right in the face and sent him flying. The other demons looked at the scene with eyes wide open in surprise. 

“And it’s MISS Piggy to you! Humph!” 

“Looks like Miss Piggy will be able to handle herself.” Diavolo said with a laugh. 

This would be one interesting year…

(@roseycanvas you asked for this..... XD)

[loveydoveylex]

You know the gist. It's fluffy comfort! I've never been one to take pride in my appearance... this is my way of coping with that, I guess. Please, enjoy! ✨

Lex let out a throaty sigh, the corners of his lips drooping as he looked down upon his reflection in the clear, cold water of the Glade’s lakes. Running his hands across his forehead, he couldn’t help but grimace at the feeling of his rough, partially peeled-off, acne-spotted skin. And of course, his watery mirror image grimaced right back at him. Had he been looking at an actual mirror, it probably would have shattered.

A familiar face bearing a big, curious grin appeared behind his reflection in the blue water beneath his feet, and Lex didn’t even need to turn around to know exactly who that smile belonged to.

“Hi, Ray,” Lex weakly muttered, making an attempt to turn his frown upside down, but it didn’t help much. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the grass.

“Hey, bud,” Rayman gently spoke, and as Lex leaned back, Rayman kneeled down (as much as you can do so without any knees) and let his hands lazily droop around his husband’s waist, giving him a little squeeze through his thick sweater. “You alright?”

“...I dunno,” Lex mumbled, turning his head ever so slightly to lock eyes with his lover’s tender, brown eyes, the sight of which helped him feel a little more at ease - though shortly after, he returned his gaze to where it previously was, looking out at the water. Resting his hand on his chin, he felt himself slouch down just a bit. “I dunno.”

“You wanna talk about it? Hug it out? Or do you need some space?”, Rayman asked, keeping his voice as soft and comforting as possible, not letting his smile falter for even a second, hoping it could help to cheer up his beloved. He gave Lex another slight squeeze to let him know he cared.

“I can… I can talk about it, I think,” Lex quietly spoke up, scratching the back of his head. “I just… I’m… gah, I don’t know. I’m - I’m not much to look at, am I?”

Rayman’s smile softened as he listened closely to Lex’s laments. He knew that Lex didn’t think very highly of himself, and he wished he could just snap his fingers and make all of his insecurities go away. If only he could love himself as much as Rayman loved him.

“I’m not… exactly a pretty sight to see. I’m - I mean, look at this face. It makes me feel like I’m 1.300 years old again.”

“Lex…”

“And - and I know you don’t like me calling myself ugly. But sometimes - sometimes I see myself and that’s all I can think. I don’t even know how you - how you can bring yourself to touch me.”

Before he knew it, Lex felt the familiar feeling of Rayman’s well worn, yet nevertheless still soft gloves stroking his face as his delicate voice rang through the air. “How can I bring myself to touch you? Pretty easily, I think, heh.”

Lex didn’t respond, and Rayman carried on. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Lex. You don’t know how beautiful you are to me. Waking up next to you every day? It’s like a dream come true for me. I look at that sleepy face of yours every morning and wonder what I did to deserve such a handsome hunk!”

Lex couldn’t hold himself back from letting a faint chuckle escape his lips, though he scoffed and raised his eyebrow. “Handsome hunk? Yeah, right… with this pizza face?”

“I’m serious, Lex. I know I joke around a lot, but I mean it this time. For real. You’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous and I’ll tell it to you a million times if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”

Lex felt his tail lightly sway back and forth, and he sheepishly averted his gaze away from Rayman.

Rayman didn’t pull his hands away, instead continuing to trace along each and every single spot and bump on Lex’s skin. “You’ve got entire constellations on your face. You’re one big, bright, glowing galaxy.”

Hesitantly, Lex spoke up, a vague blush beginning to dust his cheeks. “Wh - what… what do you, uh, mean?”

Rayman’s smile grew wider, and he gently hummed as he kept drawing patterns on Lex’s skin with his fingers. “There’s Taurus,” he cooed, caressing the red specks on his cheek. “He’s facing off against Orion - I know you love that one. Good thing Orion’s got his hunting dogs, Canis Major and Canis Minor, following right behind him, yeah?”

“I…”, Lex merely stammered, his face growing warmer by the second. “I, uh…”

“I like your skin. It’s made me an excellent celestial navigator,” Rayman chuckled, nuzzling his nose into Lex’s hair from behind him. Lex remained silent, though Rayman swore he could feel the corners of his lover’s lips turn upwards into a faint smile.

“...Could ya do me a favor, Lex?”

Slowly, Lex turned his head back to face Rayman as best as he could without turning into a flustered puddle of emotions. His antennae perked up in curiosity, and his tail didn’t stop swaying, its yellow glow getting brighter by the second as it heated up the area surrounding the two.

“I know it’s easier said than done. I know. But… that whole thing you mentioned - about not understanding how I can bring myself to touch you? I want you to completely disregard that thought, okay? Just… throw it in your brain’s trash can for me, heh. I never, ever want you to doubt even for a second that I love you and your appearance. I will never - in my life, and even beyond that - be repulsed by touching you. You are so stunning to me.”

Lex could feel tears welling up in his eyes. The way Rayman spoke about him always made his heart beat faster than he even thought physically possible, and when his words were so sincere… he just couldn’t help it. All of his negative emotions and insecurities felt like they were becoming lighter and lighter, slowly drifting off somewhere in the clouds above. It didn’t take long for him to fully turn his body around and fall into the embrace of his beloved, who wasted no time in catching him in his (non-existent) arms, hugging him back tighter than ever before.

“Aw, hey, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Ray - I…”, Lex sniffled, the sound of which was muffled as he’d snuggled his face against Rayman’s hoodie, nuzzling into the fabric and letting the familiar scent of waffles and vanilla that emitted from it comfort him. “I just… th - thank you. Thank you. For loving me. All of me.”

“I don’t need any thanks,” Rayman whispered, allowing Lex to get all of the tears out that he needed to. He couldn’t care less about his shirt getting stained - heck, Lex could blow out an entire wad of snot onto it and he still wouldn’t care. “I just need you. That’s all. And you’re right here. So… I’m happy.”

“I’m - I’m happy too,” his beloved sniveled, wrapping his tail around Rayman. The warmth brought a loving smile to Rayman’s face, and he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

It wasn’t every day you got to hold the entire universe in your embrace.

[bl-bam-beyond]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

i've seen this trend going around and though I wasn't tagged particularly some of my mutuals said or whomever wants to do it so why not. My choices reaches the hundreds and many won't agree but we are all individuals so here are my choices. GIFS BY ME. So here we go from 10 to 1

10. Mork- Fish Upon The Sky

Mork is a character you love or hate. There is no in between. I love him because he is flawed. He makes dumb choices and doesn't listen. But in my opinion he loves with his whole heart. Despite his bad choices. Just My Opinion

9. Tinn- My School President

Tinn loves and he loves hard. He doesn't give up and will do anything for the one he loves. And the way he looks at Gun and gets lost in him. Adorable.

8. Palm- Never Let Me Go

He is protective. Putting himself in harm's way. Yes it's his job but he is willing to go above and beyond. Plus I'm just a huge POND fan. It is what it is.

7. Tan- Manner of Death

A man of mystery. A man of passion. Plus his body is amazing and he's gorgeous.

6. Tang Yi- HIStory 3: Trapped

A fashion plate. A man of passion. A Hunk. A man out for truth and willing to follow his path. A man that needs release from prison. RIGHT DAMN NOW, TAIWAN!!!!

5. Pisaeng- Be My Favorite

Pisaeng is someone that wants to know himself and the person he loves. He's generous and loyal. He's gorgeous and rich. He has a huge heart and a nice car. And like POND I love me some GAWIN/FLUKE

4. Forth- 2 Moons 2

A passionate guy initially wanting Phana's man but gave his whole heart to his true destiny Beam. Strong yet sensitive. And it's Pavel. What else can I say.

3. Jiang Chi- Stay By My Side

A simple and intelligent man good at everything. Willing to put himself out there for the one he loves. He is like Tinn (MSP) and Pisaeng (BMF) he looks at the man he loves no matter how flawed he is like he's the only man in the world. He is pure of heart. Looks handsome but rough yet is so gentle and loving.

2. Barry- OH Mando

Just Look At Him.

1. Shin Ki Tae (Gi Tae) - Our Dating Sim

What can I say. I adore him. And the body this man hid under those clothes. Oh My Lord I saw him on X (formerly Twitter) working out. The man's body is tighter than a Salvation Army Drum. And body isn't all that important but it's nice to see a shirtless (and pantless) guy that is ripped like paper through a shredder. Plus Shin Ki Tae was one of my faves.

And now for 10 Honorable Mentions in no particular order.

Phumjai- Love in Translation

Babe- Pit Babe

Jae Young- Semantic Error

Ida- Kieta Hatsukoi

Ryuji- Kimi to Nara Koi Wo Shite Mite Mo

Yang- Love in Translation

TaeSeong- Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Yamato- Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Cannot Reach You)

Nuengdiao- Never Let Me Go

Shin- Minato Shouji Coin Laundry

@pose4photoml @lutawolf @thewayofsubtext and @kingofthereblog-boysloveed

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine Meeting Derek Hale. and Derek afterward makes it his mission to tease you.

yo

you knew about Derek Hale from your cousin Stiles. he mentioned it to you when it slipped that Scott turned into a werewolf. you couldn’t make it back home until a few months later due to school. you were close with the Mccalls, you use to babysit Scott and Stiles. and Stiles was like a brother more than a cousin. So hearing some adult Jerk “Derek” was causing your cousin hassle. you were coming down to set the idiot straight. it didn’t take long to meet him. you were driving Scott to work. when you noticed him tense up seeing someone outside of the Vet center. . you looked over seeing him wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and sunglasses with a jaw that could cut the glass. and a stubble face which would be amazing and horrible a few hours later. tall. Ridiculously Handsome. your jaw dropped as you turned to Scott. “please tell me that isn’t the bastard who is causing you and Stiles hassle?” 

“yea but just- leave it.. he’s dangerous.” 

rationally you knew. Looks meant nothing. it was inner beauty. but you were sidetracked. they didn’t tell you he was handsome! you followed Scott out as he begged you to get back inside as you hushed him. you walked over to Derek who pulled his Sunglasses off as he flashed you a big bright smile.

Every thought in your Mind. Disappeared. you were Star struck and not breathing Scott noticed and nudged you to snap out of it. which caused Derek to Smile even brighter. he’s seen girls’ reactions to him before. but Never did he witness women. Stopped dead in her tracks cause he was handsome. it filled him with warmth as you breathed again once Scott nudged you. 

“you- your Derek Hale?” 

He nodded his head as he stepped over as spoke, “yea, Hi. who are you?” 

Scott thankfully answered, “Y/N, Stiles Cousin.” 

Stiles.. right! your mind clicked in. this Hunk of Burning beauty. was picking on your Sarcastic, pain-in-the-butt cousin. your cousin! only you get to torment him. 

“he’s- yea! Stop Picking on Stiles and -” your brain was giving you a complete blank as Scott spoke, “Me?” 

“Yea him!” you added quickly hitting Scott’s shoulder softly. as you spoke, “there kids, and Only I get to torment stiles!” 

Derek couldn’t help but ask why only you. he was having a hard time not smiling. seeing how brutally distraught you were just by his presents. it was to enjoy. as you spoke, ‘because he’s family..” 

“So I guess I’ll have to marry you and be family then.” 

it came out without Derek thinking as you shook your head as he watched. he could see you force your legs to move. as you stumbled away. he couldn’t help but chuckle and smile brightly. as you walked off.

 Hours later you were sitting with Lydia, at the Lacross game, you use to babysit her also. you spoke, “you know this Derek Hale?” 

“yea, he’s an asshole but good. why?” 

you hit her slightly. on the arm as he said ow. you turned to her, ‘you told me about him- and never once did you mention the Damn Greek Gods Craved him out of Marble and brought him onto this Earth. Jesus, he’s Gorgeous.” 

Lydia’s face went red as she nudged you. and nudged behind you. as you turned horrified to see Derek about to sit down beside you as you cursed out. seeing him as he chuckled. “I guess I made a good impression.” 

‘Damn it!” you cursed as he chuckled softly. you rubbed your face as he chuckled as he spoke, “forget about it.”

you couldn’t as he was pleasant and charming. completely unlike how Stiles, Lydia, and Scott mentioned he was. what you were stunned with. Just by sitting beside him. how. you had to focus Hard on the game. and reminding yourself to breathe... Just being beside him was causing your body to react differently it was as if you just discovered what a “crush” was and you were acting like a stupid kid. when the game ended you said bye to Lydia and bolted away from Derek. you took the boys home as you talked to Melissa about everything. her life was just as upside down as Scott’s now. her son was a werewolf. that is bound to cause stress. but the conversation soon changed to Derek. 

“I didn’t think it was possible for a human being to be that beautiful.” 

“he is a handsome one.” 

you nodded your head weakly as you spoke, “I have to remind myself to breathe- when he’s around. I almost passed out seven times during the game. cause I kept forgetting to breathe... could that be a wolf thing?” 

Melisa chuckled shaking her head “I don’t think they can stop breathing. you really find him that attractive?” 

“he overheard me calling him a Greek God, that was carved out of marble.. by the gods.” 

Melisa chuckled loudly, “just remember- he’s Not a soft cuddly wolf.”  you nodded your head finishing your beer as you left. 

the next time you ran into Derek, Scott was showing off he’s wolf abilities as you sat on a boulder he was showing you in the woods. 

Scott and Stiles always fight for your attention, has been that way since they were little kids. you were sitting with Stiles who was feeling left out as you spoke, “So wait- Stiles..- you aren’t thinking about being like Scott?” Stiles shook his head as you hugged him, “thank god! with that much power you would turn into a villain.. it would be your origin story!” 

“Hey!” he called out as Scott agreed. then mister beautiful himself walked over, annoyed, “How many times do I have to tell you this is private property? Oh Hi.” he said smiling at you as you smiled back saying hi. as Stiles spoke, ‘gross- Don’t Flirt with my cousin!’ you hit Stiles as you spoke up, ‘you be kind to the- WHAT THE FUCK!” you gasped jumping off the boulder as you noticed far off a Clown.. covered in Dirt and dry blood. Stiles noticed and said Whoa. 

you never had a fear of Clowns before, you found them entertaining. But the moment the New It moving came out and people started dressing up as Clowns and started scaring people. and luring them into the woods. you became very aware of how. Creepy Clowns are. and after watching the New It movie. you were gone. you now had  Coulrophobia. A Fear of Clowns. Derek and Scott turned as Derek screamed at the clown to piss off, instead the Clown charged towards you all. you weren’t sure how.. but before you knew it. you ran.. abandoning your cousin, and his friend. and the greek god. as you ran until you heard a growl. you stopped and turned to see Derek growling as the Clown Ran off. Stiles looking around searching for you. you were so far back that he and to squint to see you as he screamed, “WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING?” 

“I DO- LIKE CLOWNS!” You screamed back as Stiles spoke, “how do you know there isn’t another one over there?” 

that got you running back to Them as Derek smiled. Brightly he didn't mean to smile but seeing you. Completely fine with werewolves. But clowns. Clowns scared you. Stiles dragged you back to the jeep as you forced Scott to join you weren't leaving him In the woods full of possible killer clowns.

Derek watched you fuss over the two boys. While you bicker with them put their seatbelts on. It struck Derek at that moment. He loved teasing you about your crush. But he never realized how pretty you were as you slapped the back of Stiles’s head telling him that he didn't have super healing. And to be smart and buckle up. The next day, Derek caught you at the grocery store grabbing food to make dinner for your uncle and Stiles. Derek didn't approach you. he just watched you. you were completely at ease as you picked veggies and grabbed grapes, you were happy. he couldn’t help but feel his body feeling like it was expanding. he loved seeing you happy. it was strange. he hasn’t felt happy in a while. but just seeing you. shopping and completely Calm and Not nervous or self-conscious. Derek realized. that he’s Teasing. as much as he loved tormenting you. he realized. that you now had all the power. which scared the crap out of him. So he ran. 

the next time you saw him. Derek kept a firm distance from you, which you didn’t really notice. you were far too busy with Scott who was showing off all his abilities again to you. It was Stiles who noticed that Derek couldn’t stop staring at you. and soon enough he told Lydia. who told Malia eventually everyone learned. about Derek’s Now crush on Stiles’s Cousin. 

you were going home to finish packing before you move back to Beacon Hill. you got the job you wanted, and nothing was keeping you in the city, you hated the loud city. you wanted quite and peacefulness. which you would get in Beacon Hill.. Minus the supernatural creatures. But No town is perfect. 

“where you going?” 

looking up over your car and seeing Derek you spoke, “Oh Back home to pack up. I’m moving.” 

“where to?” Derek couldn’t even utter the words he had no idea what he would do if you were moving further away. you shook your head, “well my Uncles Sofa for now, but eventually my own apartment. when i have more time to look around.” 

Derek’s jaw dropped hearing that, ‘you’re moving here?” Nodding your head you smiled, “yea, I came up originally to beat you up. for picking on my cousin, but then the coach saw me. and we started talking and there’s an opening at the school. and before I knew it. I got a job offer.”

“your staying in Beacon Hill?” Derek couldn’t help but have a wide smile on his face as you smiled back, “yea I’m staying- well once I go home and pack up.. then move back.” 

“do you need help?” you nodded your head smiling, “yea that be great.” 

Derek decided to come with you back to your apartment to help you pack and move your heavy objects. you didn’t complain about the extra help. it was once back in Beacon that Derek asked you out. and naturally you said yes.

[angy-mouse]

Chapter 8: A Brief Intermission for Panic

I decided keeping tumblr a chapter behind ao3 was more trouble than its worth

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“Make a hole, people!”

If you were calmer, you would take the time to reflect on how much you appreciated Minx and her ability to send people scrambling out of her way. It was the kind of brash authority that you simply couldn’t exert as a royal- you had to keep your authority very dignified, something that was more subtle and unspoken.

However, you were not calm, and ninety-five percent of your brain was focused on not fleeing to your bedroom to hide under the covers forever.

“It’s fine- everything’s fine. It’s not like I’ve spent weeks planning this, sending out invitations to four kingdoms' nobility and dangling the promise of a possible joint heir for three princes over their heads only to possibly cancel an hour before the ceremony-”

Maids and butlers alike flattened themselves against the walls as Minx stormed past them, knowing infinitely better than to not heed her warning- especially when she was dragging you by the wrist like a naughty child.

You happened to lock eyes with Niki and knew the look on your face must be something awful: she chucked her armful of napkins at the nearest person and threw open the doors to your drawing room like there was a fire. “In, in, in,” she chirped, letting Minx stomp her way inside with you right behind before she closed the doors behind you three. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You swore someone had your throat in a vice. Your heart was swinging a sledgehammer against your rib cage with every beat, desperate to get out. You stubbed your toe on the couch before you realized you were pacing. “H-How could I overlook this? I planned everything- I planned for everything!”

“Pumpkin forgot what a concubine is,”

“Did you notice neither Prince Corpse nor Karl’s parents were there? Because I didn’t! Because I was distracted, ogling at two of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen! I don’t ogle! An emperor doesn’t ogle!”

Minx’s voice rang through the room, barely noticed by your racing thoughts. “It’s okay, hun, just talk it out.”

“I mean, at least Dream seems to be a smarmy, pretentious sleaze, but he’s still physically attractive, I mean that was the point of not just accepting randomly, but it’s completely different when they’re standing right in front of you. Even Sapnap grew up to be a total hunk, I mean when I hugged him I thought he could snap me in half with those arms, he’s built like a brick wall, and I’m totally into that. But I can’t think of him like that, I mean we’ve taken baths together, for gods’ sake-” You saw Sapnap- present-day Sapnap- reclined in a bubbly tub, beckoning you to join him, and flung your hands to cover your face. “No, no, bad mind, stop that!”

“She’s had dirty thoughts before this, right?”

“I honestly don’t know at this point.”

You parted your fingers to glare at them, though based on the heat in your cheeks, it wasn’t at all intimidating. “Those are thoughts! These are real men, who I’m supposed to regularly have sex with- oh, god, I could get pregnant.”

“Okay, that’s enough spiraling,” Niki decided firmly, crossing the room to hold you by the shoulders. “Sweetie, take some deep breaths and listen to me, okay?”

“Okay,”

“You are the emotionally strongest woman I’ve ever met.” Her lips twitched into a faint smile as you mindlessly nodded along, accepting her words without question. “You can keep your cool while dozens of uptight nobles stupidly debate your decision, and you can look Babish in the eye with crumbs on your lips and tell him you didn’t sneak a snack. You can totally handle a few guys being flirty.”

“Yeah,” you realized with a nod, “I can handle this.”

“You are a gorgeous, sexy, full-figured woman who turns every head in the room without even trying. Those princes are in the library right now, each one praying to catch your eye.”

“I am gorgeous!”

“And if they dare try anything you don’t want, Minx will cut off their dicks.”

Minx raised the glass of brandy she’d stolen from the end table. “Hear, hear,” she chimed, downing it in one go.

“Plus, you wrote the contracts to expire in a year, so worst case scenario we have a eunuch wandering around for some months.”

“You’re right,” you breathed, slowly nodding. “You’re absolutely right. I’m in control here, it doesn’t matter how handsome or charming… kind… did you see the flower crown Karl made me? O-Or the ring from Corpse? Sapnap brought me-”

Niki snapped her fingers in front of your nose like you were a puppy for her to train. “Focus.”

“Right, right, focus. Calm, cool, collected, confident.” You took a few deep breaths, squaring your shoulders and fixing your posture. You set your features as pleasant, but stern, and tried to embody your mental image of a glorious emperor.

“Just like that,” Niki cheered, spinning you around by the shoulders. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger!” Her hand cracking down on your ass spurred you into action, and you strutted to the door, throwing it open with a confident flourish. Your little party’s footsteps echoed through the long hall as you walked, until you had a sudden realization and froze in place.

“Wait- Niki, you can’t spank me, I’m your emperor.”

“Just go, I have tables to set.”

“Yeah, okay,”

[abbatoirablaze]

Criminal Minds, Season 1, Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of bruises/fights.  Anxiety.  Fluff. 

Anastasia Garcia

“Penny?”

Penelope Garcia stopped dead in her tracks, and you found your brow raising purely by instinct.  Your little sister turned her head ever so slightly, and you leaned on your hand, looking at her through your blinds. 

She looked like a guilty child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.  She gave you a nervous smile. 

You watched as she backtracked to your door, a bright pink and white box in her hands.

“What did you do, Pen?”

“Me?” she squeaked, disbelief in her eyes, “I-I didn’t do anything.  These are for Morgan because he got hurt again on his last case and-“

“Derek got hurt?”

This time it was the younger Garcia’s turn to raise her brow. 

“Does that sound like concern for my gorgeous hunk of handsome?” she teased, “did my cool, breezy bestie break my big sister’s icy exterior?”

You frowned, and immediately straightened yourself out in your chair, “what?  No.  I’m just-this is the second case he’s been injured on in a month.  I mean, first it was that psycho on the Davenport case, and now this?  Wh-what even happened?”

“Oh, he was just the most handsome hero ever,” she teased as she walked into your office and placed the box of baked goods on your desk before sitting in a chair herself, “he saved a baby from some crazy family annihilator.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, “what?”

“He and Gideon chased the unsub, The Fox, down to the basement, where he was known to do the killing, and the guy threw the baby at Gideon and launched himself at Morgan.  He had a pretty nasty cut on his arm, but he subdued him.”

“B-but he’s okay?”

“Right as rain, big sis!” she smiled, “you know, if you wanted to, I could say that we both picked up these desserts from Derek’s favorite bakery...”

“What game are you playing at Pen?”

“Me?” she smirked even more, “I’m not playing a game.  No.  I’m just trying to be nice...I was just trying to invite you to come with me to make sure Morgan is fine, and say that we both got him baked goods.  Like nice, caring Garcia sisters should do.”

“I’m sure that Agent Morgan is fine,” you mumbled, shaking your head at the idea, “just like I’m sure he’ll be perfectly fine with one Garcia sister checking in on him.”

“If you insist,” she sighed, picking up her box as she removed herself from your chair, “but I’ll have you know, he asked about you when you came back from your last mission too.”

“Pen-“

“That’s all I’m going to say on the matter,” she giggled, cutting you off, “but if the two of you keep playing cat and mouse around me, I’m going to smack you both.”

“It’s not-“

“Au revoir, dear sister!” she exclaimed as she walked out of your office, “I have desserts to deliver.”

Your boyfriend glared at you, “Ana...”

“I’m being honest, Brent,” you whimpered, pulling your wrist from his grasp, “nothing happened between me and probationary Agent Tyler.  He was just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” he scoffed, “yeah right!”

“Maybe you should stop being so paranoid, Brent,” you spat, “really.  Nothing happened.”

“Nothing, just like Ireland?”

You felt a pull in the pit of your stomach, “we were on a break, Brent...I was on a mission.  We both had decided to see other people.  Ireland was different.”

“And you fucked some guy!”

“And you fucked any girl that looked at you right,” you hissed just as quickly in response, “what do you expect me to say, Brent?  I’ve already apologized a million times for Ian, and-“

“How can you just say his name like it was nothing?”

“Because when I left Ireland, we stopped being anything, Brent.  Ian and I-“

“HAD A KID TOGETHER!” he growled, “a kid that your own god damned sister doesn’t know about.  A kid that you left in Ireland to be raised by his father.”

“I-I couldn’t bring him back...th-they would have tried to use him ag-“

“Now who is the one that sounds paranoid?” he scoffed, cutting you off.  When you didn’t answer, he looked away from you, and his hand rubbed at his temples, “I don’t get why you are acting like this, Ana.  You’re flirting with other men.  You’re tal-“

“I’m not flirting with anyone!”

The two of you were interrupted when someone knocked on the door.  Both of your heads turned, and you felt your heart thumping wildly.

Had someone heard about your argument?

“We’re in the middle of something, Ana.  Don’t even think about getting the door.”

“We’re at work, Brent!” you reminded him, “we can finish this at home...but I’m not going to ignore someone beca-“

“If you open that door, we’re over!”

“You’re willing to throw nearly ten years down the drain because of this?  We met when we were both working for San Diego PD...we told each other tha-“

“A lot of things have happened that neither of us signed up for, Anastasia...”

The knocking on the door made your head turn once more, and you started towards it.

“Ana, I’m serious.”

“So am I, Brent.”

You threw open the door, only to be surprised by the other person standing in front of you, “D-Derek.  I mean, Agent Morgan.  What are you doing here?”

“Everything alright?” he asked cautiously, eyeing over your shoulder and giving Brent a look, “heard some noise down in the bullpen and-“

“Everything is fine, Morgan!”

“I believe I was asking the lady!” he said calmly, his gaze returning to you once more, “Anastasia, is everything alright?”

“Peachy!”

“You sure?” he pressed. 

You felt your jaw clenching together before you could stop it, all the misplaced anger you’d had from your boyfriend rushing towards your little sister’s best friend, “yes, Morgan.  I said that I was fine.  Now, if you are done interjecting, me and my boyfriend have a conversation to get back to.”

“It’s fine!” Brent murmured, quickly coming up to your side only to press a kiss to your temple, “I’ve got to get back to work anyways, baby.  Have a few files to sort through.”

“We weren’t-“

“We can talk about it at home...like you said.”

You watched as your boyfriend pushed past the other agent, leaving the two of you alone.  You felt hollow as you stared blankly at the door; part of you wondering, hoping, that he would come back.

“Ana, are you alright?” Derek asked you.

“Don’t touch me,” you hissed, shying away from his outstretched hand, “I don’t need your help, Morgan.  And I didn’t ask you to come in playing my knight in shining armor.  So maybe next time when you think about doing something like that, you don’t!”

“Ana, I-“

“Go away, Derek!” you spat, brushing past the agent as you stormed out of your office.

“Baby girl, are you in here?”

“Ready and waiting like a genie for your beck and call!” she teased, looking over her shoulder.  Penelope frowned when she saw the look of sadness across her best friend’s face, “Derek...what’s wrong?”

“I went to see your sister earlier, because she and Brent were arguing...” he told her simply, “granted, I was the only one in the bullpen, but it seemed like a pretty serious thing.  I was starting to hear it even though the door was closed.”

Penelope gave him a sad look, “yeah...they do that sometimes...”

“They do?”

“Yeah...”

“How long have they been like that though?”

“Honestly, since before our parents died.  Mom and dad never liked him much because he was a bit controlling, but she didn’t seem to mind it.  They met when they were in the academy together, but it really took off when she got her big break working internationally with a few drug smuggling rings,” she frowned, “when our parents died and I kind of disappeared, she worked her tail off to get ahead.  Ended up that she was able to leave behind the police department first and was picked up by Interpol to work with them for a while on a few task forces.  He gave her an ultimatum about staying or them breaking up, and she wanted to focus on her career...she was in Europe for a few years after that...I only got my tech analysist position here because she convinced Hotchner to take a chance on me.  She’d been at the FBI for a few years at that point.  And by then they were back together...but still pulling the same stunts.”

“Damn...” he sighed to himself.

Penelope shrugged, “you get used to it after a while...they’re either acting like Mr. And Mrs. Smith, no pun intended, or fighting like cats and dogs.”

“And they don’t just stay broken up?”

Penelope’s brow raised, “why do you ask, Derek?”

“Just curious,” he shrugged, lying about his intentions, “I mean she works for the BAU and does some profiling on her own when she picks the cases...so it’s ironic that she ignores all those red flags.”

“Derek, do you like my sister?” Penelope gasped, her mouth parting ever so slightly in shock.  Derek took a step back and scoffed at her.  She smiled and pointed at him with the furry end of her pen, “you do, don’t you?  You have a crush on a Garcia...though, I will admit, I thought it would be me that you fell head over heels for, not Anastasia.”

“You’re talking crazy, woman.”

“And you’re still not denying it.”

“I-“

“If it makes you feel any better, she likes you too?”

“She does?”

Penelope smirked even more when she noticed his reaction changing and the fact that he’d physically taken a step forward into the conversation.  When he noticed her smirk, however, he tried to brush it off, but it was too late.

“I know for a fact that she does.”

“Oh yeah, and how’s that?”

“Oh, you don’t get to play coy with me now that I know,” she teased, “I can read you like a book, Derek Morgan, and you have a crush on my sister, just as much as I can see that she’s trying to ignore the little crush she has on you.”

Samantha Reid

“A-Aaron...what are you doing here?”

Hotchner watched as you wrapped your arms around yourself, in a small attempt to put some distance between the two of you.  He guiltily looked away, feeling embarrassed over the fact that he was instinctively reading you. 

“I-can I come in?”

You were taken back in how soft he’d spoken.  So much so, that you nearly missed the question int he first place.  His gaze found your own once more and you nearly jumped into the air at how he looked at you. 

There was something beyond the sadness in your dimmed relationship. 

There was a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen since he’d admitted to you that he wanted children and you had laughed at the idea. 

You nodded your head, shifting partially behind the door so that he could come into your apartment.  As he passed, you closed the door behind him, starting to follow him down your hallway, “I-did you want some coffee, or-“

But you were cut off when he flipped himself around, moving so fast that by the time he’d swept you up in his arms, you’d finished the work for him, because you still hadn’t stopped walking. 

The two of you stayed for a moment, him holding you in your hallway, halfway between the living room and kitchen. 

“Aaron...”

He gave a heavy sigh as his response. 

Your inner heartstrings pulled at you, and you found your own arms wrapping around his neck.  Your fingers tangled in the short hairs at the back of his neck, moving up the back of his head.  He sighed once more, and you felt the tension melting away from his body. 

“It’s okay, Aaron...” you whispered from his chest, “whatever it is, it-“

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore...” he admitted sadly.  You watched as he took a step back, but still held you close.  His normally dark brown eyes stared into your own and you noticed how glassy they were. 

The bloodshot look to them.

“Aaron...”

“We dealt with a case...he-the man was like me, Samantha...similar lifestyles growing up...and he-he turned his pain into a life of taking lives...he became the monster under the bed...everything that I fought so hard not to be...”

“Aaron, you’re not the unsub,” you pointed out, “you just said that despite how you had similar upbringings, he was the exact opposite as you...”

“It just-i just thought of Jack...what if I do everything right and he ends up like that monster?” he asked, “and because of what I do, he knows how to hide it?  And-“

“Aaron, your son isn’t going to be a serial killer or a hitman or anything that you would consider a monster...”

“You don’t know that.”

You reached up and took his face in your hands, “what I know is that he’s got an amazing father, who loves him more than anything in the world.   He is a real-life superhero...a far cry from the man that his father was.  And he fights day in and day out to make sure that his son never has to know the struggles that he dealt with, because he’s ending that string of trauma dead in its tracks.”

He gave you a soft look; the words processing and resonating with him. 

“I-I needed to hear that.”

“It was the truth, Aaron...” His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, trying to focus on the words you’d said to him.  Your hands stroked his cheeks, “hey...look at me...and say this, you are a better man than your father.”

“I am a better man than my father.”

“You will not ever let your son become a monster.”

“I will never let Jack become a monster.”

“Because you turned that trauma around and show your son what love and humility is every day.”

“Because I turn that trauma around and show him what love, and humility is every day.”

You gave him a gentle smile, your heart aching for the man who was too tough on himself in every sense of the word.  But in that moment, he was just focused on the words. 

You leaned up and kissed his jaw, “there he is...there’s the man I remember...”

“Samantha...”

You melted once more at the way that he said your name. 

While you didn’t move, your body became hyper aware of your situation. 

How your arms were wrapped around him and how you’d just kissed his jaw.  How his hands were still around your waist, holding onto you for dear life.  

Your breathing got shallow, and you felt like your body was getting hotter. 

You caught it as his eyes shifted to your lips once before catching your gaze once more. 

Your stomach fluttered. 

You felt your eyes closing, and the need to feel his touch yet again.  And soon enough, you felt his own hands capturing your face between his hands, and his lips feverishly press against yours.

S1, E9, P1

[battorlstuff]

Story Idea

Gerad was an obese man and the leader of a local mafia. He started going to the gym to improve his health but because of his overweight appearance, he encountered many idiots. He always used the same bench and tried to work out with small weights right in front of the mirrors where all those weekly and arrogant athletes flexed their muscles proudly. And now that he was actually trying to get fit, he found himself the target of all sorts of crude jokes from the usual crowd. They'd laugh and jeer at his weight while Gerad tried to dodge their jabs as best he could. One athlete, in particular, provoked Gerad’s jealousy and resentment.

Matt was the worst of them all. The handsome hunk, with his bulging muscles and tight shorts, never missed a chance to strut around without a shirt on. Matt was gorgeous and loved showing off his muscles shirtless and only in shorts, boasting about his physique in the mirror in front of obese Gerad.

He'd flex and smirk at his own reflection in the mirrors while Gerad tried to ignore him.

"Give up you fattass, you can't even complete one single series , you're so fat and gross and will never have muscles like mine" said Matt while flexing his impressive abs and biceps.

"See u fatso" Matt was about to leave when he walked right to Gerad and slapped his massive gut.

Matt made fun of Gerad, so he decided that Matt should know who is in charge. Gerad and his mafia members kidnapped him and took him to an abandoned warehouse.

"You're not so arrogant anymore, huh Matt?" Gerad mocked while his henchmen fed Matt.

"Look at you now, Matt. Your muscles are gone, and you've turned into the pig that you always were on the inside."

"Why don't we try to do some exercise? I'm sure it'll be different this time, huh?"

[firstofficerwiggles]

Right, so ever since that last time with the Wolffe story you wrote for Butterfly and your comment on Boil loving hugs? I could not get that out of my mind and he has been stuck there ever since. So, now I am going to sent in this official request! Boil x F! Reader. As I do with almost all my requests I always mention the full bodied ( or big gal ) reader because... relate to it and stuff and ofcourse: Hugs !. Everything else I leave up to you the whole SFW/NSFW/Established Relationship/Not Established etc etc. ( still blaming you for adding Boil to my mind now btw )

Ok so I have been batting around this idea for forever and I finally have a fic for you! I really hope you love it and fall in love with Boil all over again. For your humble consideration...

The One that Matters

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Plus Size Female Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: body issues, insecurity, fat shaming, swearing (fairly mild though), kissing

Word Count: ~3000

Author’s note: This is technically a two-parter but part 2 is rated M and contains the smutty part of the story. I split the story so those of you who want SFW can enjoy part 1 without it. Special thanks to @imabeautifulbutterfly @kavecika and @mysticalgalaxysalad for beta reading!

Part 2 link

You stare in the mirror, tugging slightly at the top you had just put on with a new pair of stylish pants. The outfit had seemed so cute in your mind, but on your curvy body, the top seems less flattering than you had imagined it. You sigh, wondering again if this was a bad idea, going out on a date with a clone trooper. This is the fourth outfit you’ve tried on and nothing seems quite right for a dream date with such a hunk. You give yourself another look in the mirror; you know you’re an attractive woman, you’ve always felt pretty enough, and you’ve had your share of dates, but Clone Trooper Boil is on another level. With his gorgeous face, soulful eyes, broad shoulders, and ample muscles, he is, without a doubt, the handsomest man you’ve ever met. 

Despite your protests that you just wanted to stay home, your friend Jaxie had dragged you out for some fun, vowing to take you to a place where there were sure to be loads of men excited to meet a woman exactly like you. Sure enough, the famed clone bar, 79s, had delivered on the promise of a ton of worked up soldiers, partying hard. There had seemed to be an endless supply of them, each one as tall, dark, and handsome as the next. Still though, next to the petite and beautiful Jaxie, you started to doubt that any of those troopers would look your way. Yet to your surprise, it only took one trip to the bar before you found one who couldn’t seem to stop looking your way.

As you cut a path through the crowd, sidling up to the bar in the middle of the packed club, you could feel someone watching you. You turned slightly to see a clone trooper with orange and white armor, a mustache, and a half smile looking at you. You looked over your shoulder to see if Jaxie was next to you, but she had stopped to speak to someone a few paces back.

“I’m looking at you, beautiful,” a deep voice came from his direction. He sounded amused but friendly.

“You are?” you couldn’t keep the note of surprise from your voice as you looked back at him and into those golden brown eyes.

“Absolutely I am,” he gave you a broader smile, and held out his hand, “Clone Trooper Boil, ma’am, and I’d be honored if you’d let me buy you a drink, beautiful.”

The way he’d looked at you so sincerely as he told you he thought you were beautiful that you’d let him get you that drink. Before you knew it he was telling you how his buddy, Waxer, had dragged him out the club against his wishes. He’d been of a mind to head back to his barracks for the night when he saw you heading his way, and he decided maybe Waxer had been right about this place. The next thing you knew, you had spent all evening talking to him, exchanging comms and making plans for tonight. He even gave you an extended hug goodbye, being sure to tell you how great a hugger you were.

*ping*

Message from Boil> Hi beautiful! 15 minutes away, can’t wait to see you!

Message from you> Ok! See you soon!

Determined, you look yourself in the eye through the mirror,

“A gorgeous man has asked us out to dinner and a show and we are going to go. He thinks we’re beautiful and we are going to trust that his taste is the only one that matters. Now, let’s get to that closet and find something to wear.”

Energized by your pep talk, and motivated to get moving before Boil arrives, you march back to your selection of clothes to see what you can find. Pushing through items that seemed too much like workwear or too casual, you finally land on a forgotten dress you’d worn to a friend’s wedding. You’d only worn it once, but it is pretty and in a color you love. It had seemed too fancy to wear to work and you hadn’t been out anywhere special in so long that you had forgotten it was here. Quickly you slip it on, careful not to muss your hair or makeup, and then turn to glance at yourself once more. As the skirt twirls elegantly around your legs, you finally smile at your reflection, this will be perfect.

As you’re grabbing your bag for the evening, you hear your door chime.

“Wow, you look fantastic, even more beautiful than the night we met, and I didn’t think that was possible,” Boil greets you with a soft lopsided smile. He’s wearing his formal uniform tonight instead of his armor and he looks dashing in the grey-green suit. 

“And you look even more handsome,” you reply with your own beaming smile. 

Your stomach flips as your eyes roam over his impressive form. He’s so broad and muscular, and has such a stunning face that again you can’t believe your luck in getting to date him. A slight feeling of insecurity hits you though as you wonder what people will think when they see you together. Pushing that evil thought away, you remind yourself that their opinions don’t matter, and you straighten your shoulders as you mentally remind yourself that you are going out to enjoy yourself. 

Boil leans in to kiss your cheek and pull you into a quick hug. He wonders if you can hear his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He’s been looking forward to tonight since you agreed to the date. He sneaks another peek at your delectable curves as you step out your door. Stars, she’s so damn pretty! His hands itch to run over the lovely slopes and dips of your body, wondering if your skin is as soft as he has imagined it to be. He’d love to pull you into a passionate embrace right now and kiss you until your toes curl, but that might be a bit too much for the start of the night. Shaking his head to help himself focus, he quickly takes your hand and wraps it into the crook of his elbow as he leads you out to his borrowed speeder for the night.

“I hope you like Corellian food?” he asks, “I made a reservation at a restaurant my general recommended. He said it’s a very nice place with a lovely atmosphere and perfect for a romantic evening.”

“That sounds great,” you reply, delighted that he’s thought so much about the date. Other men you know would just leave all the planning up to you or take you to whatever was closest and open.

Boil helps you into the speeder and he can’t resist dropping another kiss on your cheek as he does so. The traffic is fairly light right now so he feels comfortable sliding a hand from the steering to cover yours and hold it as he guides the speeder to the restaurant. He really hopes you like this place. He had been determined to plan the perfect date for tonight, something romantic and entertaining, that would hopefully entice you to want to see him again. He’d been trying to find ideas on his holopad while fending off his brothers’ dumb jokes about being as lovesick as a shiny with his first weapon when General Kenobi had thoughtfully provided him with advice. He’d already secured tickets to what was supposed to be the hottest new performer in town, but getting the suave Jedi’s tips for where to take you to dinner had been much appreciated. As you arrive at the location, its elegant velvet awning and uniformed doorman, tell him that he was right to trust the general’s opinion.

“What a beautiful restaurant! And everything smells so good,” you tell Boil as you’re seated at an utterly charming candlelit table. A waiter pours you a glass of wine, in a crystal goblet no less, and then leaves you to decide what to have from a mouthwatering selection of cuisine. From the fresh flowers on the table, to the soft lighting and romantic music playing, Boil couldn’t possibly have selected a more perfect first date location. He takes your hand once again, and gazes into your eyes,

“I’m so glad you like it, and from the looks of things, we’re going to have a fantastic meal,” he says, sounding eager. 

“I don’t suppose you get to have many fancy dinners as a trooper,” you reply, feeling a touch sad for him.

“We get great food when we’re on the Negotiator,” he explains, “But rations when you’re out in the field can leave a lot to be desired. Still though, I’m grateful to have them.”

“I’m sure you are, but I’m glad you’re getting to have a really special dinner for a change,” you comment.

“It’s special because I’m with you,” he murmurs as he squeezes your hand. 

The dinner is everything he hoped it would be, the food is exquisite and the company even more so. He listens fascinated as you tell him about your life on Coruscant, your work, and your desire to travel more once you can do so safely. He regales you with stories of his missions, focusing on the entertaining or interesting aspects of his brothers and their exploits. Boil tries to only tell you about happy or good things that have happened to him, but when you gently explain that he doesn’t need to sanitize his life for you, he feels grateful in a way he wasn’t expecting.

“You’re sure you want to hear about the bad stuff too?” he asks, still a bit unsure.

“Boil, I want you to feel free to share things with me, even the bad stuff,” you reassure him, “I know you’re a soldier and that means you’ve seen and experienced terrible events. I’m not saying I need every gory detail, but if there’s ever anything you need to talk about, I just want you to know that I’m here to listen.”

“Thank you, sweetheart, that’s comforting and honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” he admits, looking into your eyes, “The other women I’ve met have just wanted to hear about the excitement.”

“I really want to get to know you, Boil, and that means hearing about all aspects of your life,” you tell him, then adding with a soft laugh, “Like the way I told you all about my witch of a co-worker, and that certainly wasn’t pleasant. But I wanted you to know what my job is really like.”

He nods in agreement with you,

“Well, when we were talking before about being grateful for food, even military rations, it made me think of a recent mission I completed on Ryloth.”

Different from his earlier stories that were meant to charm you, Boil tells you about seeing the starving Twi’leks on Ryloth and how badly they had been treated by the Separatist occupying forces. He expresses his shock and concern for people that he had previously dismissed as being weak, and he was embarrassed that he had been so quick to judge them at first. The more he talks, the more you lean in, fascinated by him. His openness and forthright attitude are refreshing and your admiration for him only increases. As he finishes his story, telling you about helping the little Twi’lek girl find her family, and discovering that she saw them as brothers, you have to wipe back a tear.

“Boil, you are a real hero, the way you helped that child and her people,” your voice gets a bit choked up, “I wish more people could understand how much you and your brothers have given to this galaxy.”

“I didn’t tell you that story so you’d think I was a hero,” he mumbles, looking down at the table and feeling a bit bashful.

“I know you didn’t,” you reply, reaching out to caress his cheek and encouraging him to look back at you, “But that just makes me like you even more.”

“I like you too, beautiful, more than I can say,” he responds, bringing your palm to his lips so he can place a warm kiss there.

Boil feels as if he could spend the rest of the evening just staring into your sparkling eyes, but he remembers the tickets he purchased and the second part of the date.

“We should probably leave if we want to get to the show on time,” he says, standing up and offering you his hand. 

As you slip your hand into his, you ask, “What type of show is it?”

“A comedian,” he explains, “He’s supposed to be really funny. One of the Naval officers, Lieutenant Commander Rampart, was telling me how great he is when I was looking for ideas for our date.”

“Sounds fun, lead on,” you reply.

When you arrive at the theater, you see it’s designed like a cabaret with little tables all around instead of seats in a row. You’re a bit surprised when the usher leads you all the way down to the front near the stage, they’re the best seats in the house. 

“This is very nice,” you say to Boil.

“I didn’t realize the seats were this good, honestly,” he tells you.

“We like to recognize our military patrons,” the usher explains, “Please enjoy your evening.”

Before you have a chance to order drinks, a server brings a bottle of sparkling wine to your table,

“Compliments of the gentlemen over there as a thank you to the brave soldier,” they say, placing the bottle down with a small flourish. 

“That’s very kind,” Boil replies and you both wave over at the other table in thanks.

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who recognizes your important contributions to the war,” you say, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Boil’s cheeks flush slightly and he looks a little embarrassed, “I don’t deserve any special treatment.”

“It’s nice that people recognize all that you sacrifice for us, I wish more people would,” you tell him. You’ve seen too many people be dismissive of the clone troopers, so it’s really nice to see people treating Boil with respect.

You enjoy the wine with him and soon the show begins. The man who comes out on stage is extremely sarcastic and while you find yourself giggling at some of his first jokes, as he continues on with his set, you find yourself laughing less and less. His jokes seem rather mean spirited and they’re starting to be offensive. You notice that Boil is also not laughing and he sits stiffly in his chair. The audience has quieted down a lot and it’s clear to the performer that they’re not in agreement with him.

“Well, geeze, rough crowd tonight, I guess you all left your senses of humor at home,” the man jeers at the audience, “Let’s see who’s here and forgot how to laugh.” He looks right at your table, sizing up Boil, 

“Oh, we got one of the copy and paste boys here tonight, a clone trooper. What’s the matter, pal, missing the old tube tonight?” The man laughs at his own joke but the rest of the audience is silent. The jerk continues, speaking to Boil like he’s a child, “I know you’re probably just a few days old, but laughter is this thing we do when things are funny.” 

You see Boil’s fists tighten and his jaw is stiff, you can practically feel the anger coming off him. 

“Obviously the Kaminoans forgot to add a sense of taste when they churned you boys out huh? I mean look at what you’re with tonight, yuck,” the jerk turns to look at you now.

You feel a sense of dread go over you and you try to shrink down in your seat. You wish he would just stop. 

“I know you boys are hard up for female company, but I’m sure you can do better than this tub of lard. Don’t let her be on top tonight or you’ll have to report another casualty to the GAR.”

You feel awful, so embarrassed and humiliated.

“That’s enough!” Boil pushes his chair back and jumps to his feet so fast that it crashes to the ground with a loud bang, “It’s one thing for you to insult me, but to insult a lady is despicable. You’re a sad excuse for a man if you think it’s acceptable to make fun of someone’s appearance for your own amusement. We live in a galaxy of incredible beings of all different bodies, shapes, and sizes, and yet assholes like you still think women are only acceptable if they match your particular preferences. My girl is beautiful the way she is, and I’m honored to be with her. I’d get up there and kick your ass, but we’ve already wasted enough of our valuable time together listening to your sorry excuse for comedy.” 

Boil turns to you and takes your hand, helping you to your feet. He places your hand on his arm and moves to walk out. You hear the comedian call out,

“If I wanted your opinion, buddy, I’d ask a droid, at least you can tell them apart.”

Boil stops for a moment, he turns back to look at the jerk. But before he can say anything, someone throws a bottle on the stage where it crashes at the man’s feet. 

Someone in the crowd yells, “The trooper’s right, you’re an asshole.”

More bottles and glasses are thrown amongst shouted insults at the comedian. Boil hustles you out of the theater, but you turn back just in time to see a particularly large glass hit the guy in the head. It makes you laugh in spite of it all.

When you’re back out on the street, Boil takes you a little ways away from the theater to a small plaza where there are some pretty potted flowers and trees with little twinkle lights. He leads you to a bench and motions for you to sit. When he looks at you, his eyes are soft but worried. He turns to face you, taking both of your hands in his, “I’m very sorry I brought you to that awful show tonight, and I’m sorry you were treated with such disrespect.”

“Oh, Boil, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known he would say such rude things to us both. I’m sorry he was disrespectful to you too,” you reply. Then thinking of the way he jumped to your defense, you smile up at him, “But the way you stood up for me, that was truly honorable, and I appreciate it more than I can tell you. I think I finally understand why women say ‘My hero!’ to the guy in those cheesy romance holofilms.”

“How could I not defend you? It was the right thing to do. Any real man would do the same, doesn’t make me a hero,” he tells you, looking a bit embarrassed at your praise. Before you can say anything else, he continues, his voice slightly husky with emotion, “I think you’re so beautiful, every part of you, I love all your luscious curves, and I have since the moment I first saw you.”

“Do you know what I told myself as I was getting ready tonight?” you say, “I told myself that when it comes to my appearance, your opinion is the only one that matters tonight. That man was a real jerk, but he doesn’t matter. You think I’m beautiful, and that’s all that counts tonight.”

“I like that,” he smiles at you, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek and jaw, “I’d like you to think that every night.” His eyes look down at your lips and then back up to find your eyes. “Can I kiss you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about all night, really since we first met.”

“Yes, please,” you just barely breathe out the words and his lips are on yours. Boil’s kiss starts off so soft and sweet, his lips moving lightly over yours as he pulls you into his embrace. A soft little moan sneaks out of your mouth, and Boil answers it by deepening the kiss, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips seeking entrance. When you grant it, you hear him groan in satisfaction as he holds you tightly to him, brushing his tongue over yours in a passionate kiss.

Boil holds you close to him as he kisses you, one hand at your waist while the other is on your upper back. His hands are itching to explore more, but you are in public and he doesn’t want to push his luck. Gently he breaks the kiss before he can get too carried away. When he looks at your pretty face, he thinks you look luminous with stars in your eyes as you gaze back at him so happy and content that it makes him smile even more.

“That was the best first kiss I’ve ever had,” you tell him, “In fact this is the best first date I’ve ever had.”

“Even with that awful guy?” Boil asks, surprised but relieved that you think so.

“That guy was an ass, but without him, I might not know how great of a man you really are, Boil,” you explain.

“Well, for our second date let’s skip the comedian,” he replies with that lopsided smile of his.

“You’re already planning our second date?” you ask with mock surprise.

“Sweetheart, I’m planning our second, third, fourth, fifth, hell, all the dates you’ll let me have.” His face is all lit up with the idea of a future with you.

“You can have all the dates you want, my handsome hero,” you answer him, “As long as I’m with you, the one that matters.”

Thank you for reading! Click here if you want the smutty part 2!

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