#i was using the first drawing to figure out how i wanted to make a set of dungarees

[feeder86]

Bossed

Ben huffed as he slouched in his desk chair, gazing at the computer screen. The numbers hadn’t changed but there may still have been some elusive way in which he could process them in order to make the sales figures look less dire than they actually were. He just needed to find it; otherwise, his neck could be on the line. The downward trend had been a worrying phenomenon ever since he’d joined the company almost 12 months ago, and he hadn’t been in the least bit surprised when their boss, Elise, lost her job over it all last week.

Reaching for one of the doughnuts from the box he’d picked up from the store across the street, Ben mulled over the problem, sucking his fingers and thumbs before reaching in for a second.

“Okay, listen up people!” came the call of Rob, the overly perky middle manager, making his usual trip to their office space as the day was drawing to a close. “I want to introduce you to someone,” he announced, motioning towards the tall, strapping older man in his late thirties. “This is Elijah. He’s the company’s new hire and we’re super lucky to have him,” he gushed; sucking up in his trademark style. “He’s taking over from Elise and has lots of incredible ideas about how he’s going to turn things around here!” He began retreating, already starting a round of applause that he expected everyone else to join in with.

With a decent amount of conformists now standing, Elijah stepped forwards and smiled with false modesty. “Thank you,” he nodded, quietly shushing them by gently motioning his hands for them to stop clapping. “I’m very excited to be here,” he began, revealing a slight Germanic accent that made him appear ever so slightly harsher. His body was strong and athletic, not a hair out of place; carrying himself with power and composure. “From what I have seen here today, there are clearly the building blocks of a potentially very strong team.”

Ben listened in, reaching for another doughnut. Sure, Elijah looked the part, but how long could he really survive on this sinking ship?

“Excuse me?” Elijah called out, looking directly at Ben. “Are you just going to sit there eating your doughnuts whilst your new boss addresses you for the first time?” he asked patronisingly, looking around at the others as if in disbelief at Ben’s rudeness.

Ben froze in shock as everyone turned to look at him, still in his desk chair with a half eaten doughnut clutched in his hand.

“Put it down,” Elias nodded at the doughnut, as if Ben was the rudest person he had ever met. “Manners cost nothing!”

Ben did as he was told, rising to his feet like everyone else and brushing the sugar off his chest. He suddenly had the feeling that he was back in school all over again.

Elijah’s warm greeting appeared to have been abandoned and he huffed as if he had suddenly been put in the foulest of moods. “This is exactly the sort of thing I dislike. You all have to realise that how you conduct yourselves in the office has a huge impact. We’re going to have clients coming in and out of here all day long.” Still his eyes were fixed on Ben. “What age are you, boy?” he asked directly.

Ben stuttered a little, feeling a bead of sweat running down his back. “I’m twenty three, sir,” he replied.

Elijah shook his head as if he was disgusted. “Twenty three and you were just slouching there in your desk chair eating an entire box of doughnuts whilst your boss was in the room talking to you. You think that’s appropriate?”

“No, sir,” Ben shot back, feeling that he could be fired at any second.

“So you’ve put on a little weight over the holidays?” the man taunted next, not pausing for Ben to respond. “You know how I can tell? That shirt of yours is too tight around your stomach. Do you think the rest of us want to see that?” he asked.

“No, sir!” Ben stated at once, swallowing hard. He knew he was up ten pounds or so since the start of December, but he hadn’t seen the point in buying larger shirts when, in all likelihood, he’d naturally drop most of it within a few weeks.

“Is this the type of look we want our clients to associate us with?” Elijah asked the staff collectively, motioning from afar towards Ben’s chubby form squeezed into an ill-fitting shirt.

“No,” they all replied, shaking their heads as if each once was keen not to be placed in the firing line next.

Ben could feel the blood pumping to his face. He’d been as skinny as a rake when he started college at eighteen, but he’d gradually thickened up from that tall, slender drainpipe-like boy of 145lbs, to the altogether softer look he had developed now at 190lbs. He’d started to get a little paunch by his second year, spurred on by the cheap, processed foods that made up the majority of his diet. He’d always imagined himself losing it eventually, but the right time had just never seemed to materialise. He’d packed on an extra inch around his waist every year since then, with even his nipples starting to grow softer and more pointed in the last six months.

Elijah stared at him hard. Ben remembered thinking that this could go either way and, in that moment, he imagined himself carrying a cardboard box of his things out of the office for the last time should Elijah choose to make an example of him there and then. What better way to begin a new regime than firing someone within the first few minutes? 

“I want you in a shirt that actually fits tomorrow,” Elijah finally told him, taking a quick glance at the rest of him. “Pants too,” he nodded.

“Yes, sir!” Ben nodded gratefully, straightening up and sucking his stomach in; sighing with relief as  Elijah at last moved on to continue his speech.

Ben grumbled to himself as he saw the money debited from his account for the new work clothes he had been forced to purchase earlier that month. It had been a hard slog to pay day now that Elijah was in charge. Ben felt as though he was constantly under the microscope with Elijah installing software that allowed him to see what was on his screen at all times. 

“I want it put over there,” Elijah instructed the maintenance guys as he pointed to the vending machine that had always been behind Ben’s desk. With a headset on, the man probably assumed that Ben couldn’t hear him as he chuckled and told them that he needed to get it away from ‘that chubby one.’

Inwardly, Ben shouted expletives at the top of his voice, despite knowing better than to react. Six people had already left or been fired so far; even Rob, the master at sucking up to the bosses, had been given his marching orders. In their places, new recruits, more suited to Elijah’s style of management, began to trickle in. The familiar atmosphere had changed. That warm family-like environment had been ripped away. It was unnerving and stressful. Even the vending machine's new location, despite being further away, meant that it was now directly in Ben’s eyeline, making him obsess even more than usual for a quick sugar hit when things were getting tough.

At only 190lbs, Ben was far from being the chubbiest guy who worked there. However, it was the fact that his soft physique was combined with such a youthful age that Elijah seemed to find so intolerable. “I was starting my first business at twenty three,” he’d lectured Ben one afternoon after seeing him returning from a fast food place. “I wasn’t sitting around, stuffing my face with all this rubbish!”

Ben listened, hating every single thing about his new boss. Despite the initial boost Elijah’s harsh criticisms had given him to set up a gym subscription, Ben had actually found his energy completely drained after a day at work. The gym was only across the street, yet it was also where Elijah himself often frequented. Whilst there, Ben could sense the man’s eyes upon him as he sniggered with similarly muscular friends in a way that Ben couldn’t help feeling was directed at him. After only three sessions, he stopped going entirely. His work role had changed under the new system, with Ben practically chained to his desk chair from the moment he arrived at 8.55am each morning. Just like the fifteen pounds he’d gained during his final college exams, Ben’s old stress eating habits were coming back to bite him. He knew he’d put on more weight and, even worse, his boss knew it as well. Ben had tried to confide his frustrations about Elijah’s comments to his cousin who lived close by, however she merely brushed them aside, agreeing entirely with the anecdotes of Elijah’s observations and simply stating that ‘the truth hurts sometimes’.

Often, Ben’s dislike of his boss would manifest in the most peculiar and even counter-productive ways. Only last week he had seen a giant celebration cake on sale and he had gorged upon it all that very night, taking satisfaction in imagining how disgusted Elijah would be. “Fuck him!” Ben had shouted aloud, unbuckling the top button of his pants as he sipped on some chocolate milk to fully round off the experience.

Ben had never had a double chin before. However, it was becoming more and more apparent each time he shaved that the entire shape of his face had begun altering. He’d recently taken a picture of his body for someone he had been flirting with on an app, immediately getting blocked straight afterwards. He couldn’t blame them. He looked awkward and dumpy with his fat stomach popping out. Perhaps it didn’t help that most of his friends here in the city were so large and overweight; enjoying video games and the occasional board game nights, rather than anything active. Instead of focusing on his habits, Ben decided that it was actually his job that was contributing most to his expanding waistline. As such, he began to seriously look for a role in another company. He applied, finding he was rejected time and time again due to what he suspected was a very mediocre reference from Elijah.

With the annual charity fundraiser in December, Ben’s workload increased even more dramatically than the year before. There were so many elements to it and red tape to get through. He knew he would be stuck at the office for at least a couple of hours after everyone else. If only Elijah had left at the same time, Ben felt like everything could have run a lot smoother. He’d had a plan in his head for some time, knowing that he could corrupt the software on Elijah’s computer to disrupt the man’s ability to simply pop up on his screen like he regularly enjoyed doing. If Ben was successful, he’d be a hero amongst the staff by the time morning came around again.

Just before half six, the detestable man finally headed out, dressed and prepared for his usual workout at the gym across the street. He made a snarky comment about the carb-loaded snacks Ben had bought for himself as he continued trying to catch up. Some things never changed.

“This is just between you and me,” Ben winked at Mary who was pottering around cleaning up the office space. 

Mary grinned back at him, having listened to many woes about Elijah’s management style from the others who had stayed late or quit over the last year. “I know nothing!” she laughed, fully prepared to close her eyes and ears to everything that was about to take place.

The system login on Elijah’s computer was easily overcome. The boss had boasted to Ben weeks earlier that he used the remarkable time from his last marathon run as his password; a time that he had repeated to Ben over and over again as he saw him popping backwards and forwards to the vending machine.

And just like that, Ben was in. Elijah’s whole computer opened up to him like a picture book. In fact, it hadn’t even been shut down correctly. There were so many pages and tabs open all at once. But, what was that? Ben had to go back, caught by the most striking image.

“Everything okay, dear?” asked Mary, popping her head inside the office.

“YES! Fine!” Ben exclaimed, eyes wide and startled. He  couldn’t begin to explain what he had just seen, even if he had tried.

A couple of weeks later, Ben was enjoying that blissful period between Christmas and New Year when he didn’t have to think in the slightest about work. He sat around a table with his housemates, Gray and Eddie, alongside their friend Joe; all equally as nerdy as each other, engrossed in a complex board game, surrounded by the tastiest sweet and savory snacks.

“Did you guys know that there are some folks who are really into larger guys?” Ben asked the three others; all of them significantly larger and heavier than himself. 

“Of course there are,” chuckled Gray, looking at Ben like he was simple.

“No…” Ben clarified, trying to rephrase what he was saying. “I mean… did you know that there are some people who really get off to the whole weight gain thing; seeing someone going from slim to really, really fat?”

“Oh, like a feeder, you mean?” Eddie asked him. “Yeah, I’ve had a few girls approach me on dating apps who were into that,” he nodded knowledgeably.

“And me,” Joe agreed. “They get off on wanting to feed you.”

Ben looked at the pair of them, both large and round, weighing no less than 350 lbs each. “And what did you say to them?”

“Depends on how hot they are,” Gray shrugged, chuckling as both Joe and Eddie fully agreed with him. “Why? Have you come across one?” he asked curiously. “You’ve definitely packed on a good few pounds this year,” he chuckled, looking daringly at the others, like he had just said something they had all wanted to mention for weeks.

“You’re getting tits like mine,” Gray laughed, reaching his hand out to poke the softer chest.

“Shut up!” Ben laughed back, snapping away the hands that reached out to him. “I’m not that…” he began, before deciding to refocus the conversation. “It’s just this guy in work,” he began. “He’s vile. I thought he found my weight completely repulsive but… now I think he could actually be into it. Not me, specifically,” he clarified. “But, bigger guys in general.”

“Your first chubby chaser!” laughed Gray, throwing back his beer.

“Yeah,” chuckled Joe, seeming genuinely pleased for Ben. “Chasers are pretty rare!”

Ben shook his head. They’d all seriously misunderstood the point he was trying to make. However, he was at least pleased that he had some friends with some experience in this area. He’d felt like he was going insane for a couple of days after he had seen the pictures of the enormously obese guys on Elijah’s computer screen. Some of them would make even Gray look slender. Then he’d gasped in surprise as he’d read the kinky chat log his boss had been having as he encouraged an already very obese guy from another state to stuff himself with the pizzas; pizzas that Elijah had apparently ordered online and sent over himself. “Like I said…” he mumbled to the other guys. “I hate the guy’s guts. I’d never go there with him. It’s just… interesting.” 

Discovering Elijah’s kinky preferences could not have come at a worse time for Ben. The revelation had sent him into a period of complete thoughtlessness about his eating as he was utterly determined to enjoy himself over the holidays with his large housemates. More dessert? Why not? Another beer? Sure! Ben looked at himself in the mirror, having stepped on the scales to discover that he had gained no less than twenty pounds in a single month. He hadn’t even known that such a gain was even possible. However, it was all there, clearly visible on his 260lb body: the advanced swathe of belly fat that had rounded out into a pot belly, with nipples sagging and resting above. His love handles felt intrusive as they pushed out from the sides and gis glutes and thighs appeared as if they had been pumped with blubber. Even at 6’2, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was a fat guy now. His jawline was non-existent and his double chin had been commented on by several family members on Christmas Day itself. The work pants were tight; far too tight. His shirt clung unflatteringly around his stomach, straining the buttons like it wanted to highlight to everyone just how much more of a gut he had on him this year; the collar almost choking him.

Ben huffed as he further investigated his reflection in the mirror; that shocking side profile with his protrusive stomach and widened rear, exaggerated even more by the tightness of the fabric. His tie would need to be extra long today to try and mask the straining of the buttons. He was turning into a fat fucking monster, he thought, grumbling to himself as he rubbed the arching shape of his stomach.

All he needed to do was make it through to lunchtime, Ben thought, parking his butt down on his desk chair. Then he could head out and buy a shirt that could help him blend in better, and some pants that didn’t make him panic each time he took a longer stride.

“Is Annie in today?” Ben asked aloud to his colleagues as he saw the empty chair.

“We just assumed that you’d eaten her,” came Elijah’s sarcastic tone, suddenly springing up from nowhere and walking across the room towards the main office.

A rolling chuckle sounded around the office, like the boss had just said exactly what they were all thinking. So, everyone had noticed his extra weight then? And he’d been trying so hard to suck it all in as well. He rolled his eyes, knowing that there was so much he could say about Elijah to embarrass him in return. He wondered what everyone would think if he told them all about the things he’d found on Elijah’s computer. Perhaps he would have told them all already, but for the email threatening immediate dismissal to the unknown culprit the day after Ben’s devious computer hack, once the sabotage had been discovered.

Sitting at his desk, Ben's stomach was rumbling and growling. For two whole weeks he had been eating and drinking whatever and whenever he wanted. Now, forced back into the mundane, lunchtime couldn’t come fast enough. Given that he’d fooled no one with his techniques to try and mask the extra pounds, Ben treated himself to one of the giant burritos from the place down the street. His shirt buttons straining, he could see the glances he was getting. Perhaps he should have been more embarrassed, but his mind was still whirring, wondering how many other people were actually secretly into this fat bellied look. Was that person staring because they thought he was gross? Or was it because they wanted to rip his shirt off and see the glorious gut that was under construction? He gasped in realisation as he thought about his Uncle Leon and Aunt Pam over in Detroit. Uncle Leon had been so lean and muscular when he’d got married, yet he’d rapidly packed on an incredible amount of fat in the following years. So much so that he’d had to give up his job in construction and skinny Aunt Pam had been working two jobs for years in order to support them both. So why was it that everyone in the family still hated Aunt Pam? They all knew about this sort of stuff, didn’t they? They knew that Aunt Pam liked him larger and had most likely enabled him to his easily 500lb state. There were others too: his friend Tom from school, with his giant mother and slender father who was always constantly bringing treats home for his wife. What about Bob and Helen in his old neighborhoo? Bob was the only super obese guy in town to be dating a former beauty queen, ten years younger than him.

Ben’s burrito was gone in a flash as he chewed and mulled over everything. His sweet tooth was driving him crazy and he popped next door to the doughnut place to pick up some treats as well as a large bottle of soda to take back into the office with him. It was only when he made it back to his desk that he’d remembered his intention to pick up a new shirt. He shrugged, noting that there were only four hours left until the end of the day anyway.

“Listen up, people!” Elijah called out. He looked at Ben, frowning at the little stain of burrito filling that had landed on his shirt over the lunch period. “How did you miss that giant mouth of yours?” he grumbled, clearly unimpressed by Ben's unprofessional presentation. “You’ve clearly had plenty of practice getting stuff in there.”

Again, there was a little rolling chuckle amongst the staff. Every month there were more and more new faces as Elijah gradually replaced the old staff with people who were more suited to him.

“Annie’s handed in her notice and won’t be returning,” the boss explained calmly, despite the immediate groans of frustration from everyone else. “I know it’s tough when this happens, but we’re all going to have to pick up the slack. Especially you, Ben,” he nodded. “You’re the only one who’s dealt with her contacts before she left. They're going to be some late nights for the next three weeks until we can hire someone to replace her.”

Ben looked around at everyone else. Was he really the only one who could deal with Annie’s clients? Why did this have to fall to him?

“It’s time to prove yourself,” Elijah nodded. “I know you’re desperate to get to the gym this evening, but that’ll have to wait,” he teased, unable to resist having another joke at Ben’s expense.

Ben rolled his eyes. It wasn’t fair. Still, the overtime would come in handy if he was going to take a vacation that summer, he thought to himself, always keen for a silver lining. He just hoped that Elijah wouldn’t be working later each night as well.

“So, how come I haven’t received an application from you for Annie’s position?” Elijah asked a few weeks later, popping back to the office late to send a few more emails. Dressed in his workout gear, Ben could never help himself from admiring the dedication it must have taken for the guy to build such large, strong arms. The tight compression shirt displayed the fullness of his pecs, lacking even an ounce of fat around his waist and allowing the stomach muscles to really pop out.

Ben shrugged at his boss’ question. “Because I’m not really qualified for it,” he answered simply.

“And yet, you’ve been doing the job, as well as your own, since the start of January,” Elijah shot back.

“That’s only because you reject every application that’s been sent in for the role.”

“Well, maybe I’m holding out for the right person,” Elijah smiled, almost flirtatiously. He looked around at the take out boxes on Ben’s table. Although Ben described his workload as ‘stressful’ at the moment, in reality, it was simply just time consuming. So what if he treated himself to something tasty as he sat at his desk each evening? And what did it matter if all he wanted to do in his sparse downtime was sit on his butt and play video games? Even so, to an image conscious Elijah, the sight of it all still seemed to cause him much amusement. “Apply for the job,” he stated candidly, starting to tidy up Ben’s take out containers and give him more room on his desk without a single snarky comment. “I think you may be pleasantly surprised.”

Ben did as he was told, reasoning that a position, such as Annie's old job, could actually launch him on a proper career. Whilst he was earning a good amount of overtime at the moment, the added income each month could help him save for his own place. With Elijah’s admission that he was happy to promote him, Ben suddenly felt like he had at last entered the guy’s inner circle of those deemed ‘worthy’. Under Elijah, status was granted not by job title, but by how much favor you carried with the boss.

It was exactly the reason why Carol stood beaming beside her new desk chair the following week. “Elijah ordered it for me because of all the back problems I’ve been having,” she boasted, knowing that there were few others that their boss would willingly blow company funds on like this. 

Starved of any other entertainment, one by one, the others in their office space lined up to have a go at sitting in the smart, innovative desk chair, until Ben was the only one still sitting disinterestedly at his own desk. He huffed, knowing that it would be the polite thing to at least try the chair and complement Carol on her good fortune. He lined up his rear, surprised that everyone in the office still seemed so interested. He’d known instantly that he was in trouble, given how tightly the firm arms of the chair had brushed against his hips as he carelessly dropped his entire body weight into it. He could tell by how tightly his love handles were pressed against the sides that he was thoroughly wedged into it.

“It’s nice,” Ben mumbled, trying not to show his surprise at how far back the chair had tipped now his weight was inside it. He turned and swivelled himself, hoping that the performance may be enough to satisfy everyone, shifting their attention to other things before he had to try and climb out of the damn thing. 

However, that was all before Elijah came out, resting his large hands on his strong hips and gazing down at Ben with a bemused expression; a quiet grinning as if he sensed the whirring panic in Ben’s brain as he tried to think about how to get out. “Ben, could I see you for a second?” he called out whilst everyone was still looking.

“Sure,” Ben nodded.”I’ll be there in a second,” he replied casually, already suspecting that Eliah’s timing was anything but coincidental.

“No,” Elijah shot back sternly, folding his arms. “I need to see you right now,” he beamed, perching himself on a desk as if ready for a show.

Ben knew he’d have to get himself out as quickly and undramatically as possible. He placed the palms of his hands on the end of the armrests, shifting his body weight as straight as possible. He shuffled his feet, giving himself as wide a stance as he could, then paused for a moment, summoning all the energy needed to haul his body upwards. Three… two… one…

To everyone else in the room, all they heard was a loud, unattractive and unintentional grunt coming from Ben. They saw the fat boy straining to lift himself upwards, held back by the obvious wedging of his rear against the sides. Led by their boss, the laughter from those around him was almost instantaneous. Someone came closer to try and help, although Elijah quickly told them to retreat, too busy enjoying the spectacle himself. 

His face pumped with blood, Ben lowered himself again, bouncing back up with even greater force. This time, the entire chair came up with him, despite still being stuck around his wider rear. He wriggled his hips and tried to push the chair back. Finally, he could feel some progress, if all far too slowly. His legs were burning, holding himself up in this strange half bent position.

At last, the chair slipped away, clattering to the floor and tipping over onto its side. Carol immediately picked it back up, checking it over for damage as she frowned in annoyance. Ben tucked his shirt back in tidily and straightened his tie, trying his best to ignore the ongoing laughter. He stepped over to Eliah. “Are we going into your office?” he asked, trying to ignore them all.

Eliah continued laughing. “No, buddy. I was just fucking with you,” he replied, as if Ben had been the dumbest person alive to have believed his false urgency to see him in the first place. “Just get that report to me by six,” he stated, turning and walking back, despite his ongoing laughter.

Sitting back down at his own desk, Ben grumbled to himself. What the hell was he doing putting up with this shit? He should just quit and find a job where he wasn’t treated like this just because he was obese. He looked up and saw Elijah still laughing in his office. That was the moment the revelation struck him. Perhaps Carol’s new chair had never been about correcting her posture. Perhaps it had always been intended as a trap for Ben. Had Ben just played perfectly into his boss’ hands? 

Back at home, Gray was dating a new girl, shifting the dynamic in the share-house considerably. Ben and Eddie’s jaws had dropped when they’d seen her; Marie, the stunning blonde girl with such a tight waist and big chest. The pairing with Gray couldn’t have been any more mismatched. Likewise, Eddie’s jealousy couldn’t have been more obvious, biting back at Gray whenever he tried to impart some dating advice on him so that he could one day be as blissfully happy as he was.

“Why does Gray suddenly believe he’s the universe’s gift to women?” Eddie grumbled. “It’s not like Marie is going to stick with a guy like him for long.”

Ben mumbled awkwardly. “I’m not so sure, y’know. She seems pretty serious about him. I heard them discussing pretty much everything: houses, marriage… the lot.”

Eddie huffed. “It’s just not fair, is it?” he complained. “Gray gets to live out his perfect life, whilst fatties like us remain permanently single.”

Ben bit his tongue, resisting the urge to call out Eddie for lumping him in the same category as him. Sure, he’d put on a lot of weight, but he wasn’t in the same league as Eddie, Gray, or even Joe. Yes, he had quite a gut on him now. And, yeah, maybe his chest was pretty flabby since he’d crossed three hundred pounds. But, he still was still pretty skinny compared to the others. Wasn’t he? The more Ben looked at himself in the mirror and assessed the situation, the less he seemed to believe in the differences between his own shape and that of the other guys. His problem had become his sheer width. As much as his stomach appeared to be pushing firmly outwards in one direction, his chunky butt seemed to be swelling outwards in the opposite direction. There was so much fat resting around his neck; his jawline completely swallowed. The cheeks of his face had puffed and broadened to such an extent that he actually found it hard to see his old self hidden underneath it all.

Whilst the promotion at work had granted him many benefits, Ben found the guaranteed extra income made his impulses harder to contain. Take out could arrive at ten in the evening; those premium doughnuts were hardly going to make a dent on his bank balance. But with so many bad habits ingrained in him now, Ben struggled to imagine anyone willing to put up with him in a romantic relationship. He didn’t really want to be active and go out an awful lot. The warmer late Spring days brought him annoyance and impatience as he sweated lethargically in his new office. Although he knew he shouldn’t, he kept a drawer full of candy and snacks, failing every single attempt of his to eat more healthily in the last two years. What difference was there between his own lifestyle and that of Joe or Eddie? Maybe this was something he wouldn’t ever be able to stop, even if he tried.

Being higher up the food chain at work gave Ben a new perspective on how well Elijah had turned the company around in under two years. From losing money each week, to acquiring multi million dollar contracts on a monthly basis, Elijah’s record was as perfect as could be. However, despite his success, there was always something about the guy that meant Ben couldn’t help feeling sorry for him. Perhaps it was the fact that work seemed to consume so much of his life. Being a workaholic was fine if the person enjoyed it but, at times, it didn’t always seem like Elijah did.

“Don’t tell anyone this,” Elijah confided in Ben one evening after everyone else had left. “I’ve been offered a job elsewhere,” he whispered, as if, even now, he had to keep it under wraps. He wouldn’t say where, nor give away much more information other than the fact that the pay increase was to be life-changing.

“But, what would we do without you here?” Ben asked. He’d disliked Elijah as a boss for so much of his time here that he’d never actually considered how awful it would be trying to manage things without him.

“I imagine they’d give the role to Keira,” Elijah pondered.

“Oh, not Keira!” Ben groaned, already picturing the disordered chaos that would inevitably ensue.

“Or, you could come with me?” Elijah suggested next. “I could easily get you on-board. I couldn’t guarantee you the salary you have now; at least, not right away. But, once you’re in, there are so many more opportunities for you there.”

“You want to take me with you?” Ben asked, dumbfounded by the idea that Elijah would want such a thing.

“Of course. You’re the best we’ve got here!” Elijah beamed.

Ben frowned, knowing that not to be true in the slightest. The whole thing didn’t make any sense. Had he secretly been Elijah’s favorite this entire time?

As negotiation between Elijah and his potential new company got more intense, the man seemed to become more intent on getting Ben to make a decision about coming with him. In some ways, the pressure felt unfair and it almost seemed to Ben as if Elijah was quite prepared to turn down the offer were he to refuse to move with him.

“You seem a bit distracted,” Gray nodded to Ben as the pair of them stacked a few boxes ready for Gray’s moving out day tomorrow. With Gray and Marie moving in together, Joe was soon to take the room, saving them all from having to advertise the space. Helping Gray pack up had been a good distraction for Ben, as well as quite lucrative, inheriting plenty of clothes items from the back of Gray’s closet that the guy had outgrown months before. “Is everything okay at work?” Gray probed further, having always been the most intuitive of all the larger guys Ben lived with.

Ben sighed, explaining the entire situation.

“You know, Marie used to come into my workplace pretty much every day,” Gray began afterwards. “She’d make excuse after excuse for her being there but, in the end, it was me who had to ask her out.”

“What’s this got to do with anything?” Ben asked, chuckling at the sudden change of subject.

“What I mean is…” Gray sighed, rolling his eyes. “I remember what you told us about your boss. Sometimes, chasers are no different to the rest of us. Sometimes everyone needs a little help asking for what they really want.”

All at once, Ben knew exactly what he needed to do. He felt confident as he strode into Elijah’s office the next day. The blinds had been drawn and Elijah pulled him in as if he wanted to discuss a top secret bank heist that must not be overheard. “Well, what’s your decision?” he asked, as if every second counted.

Sighing, Ben took a seat, looking up at the handsome guy earnestly. “I’m staying here,” he explained simply, cutting Elijah off the moment the man burst into his sales pitch, trying to convince him once more. “Listen, you don’t need me!” he smiled. “You’re going to be awesome.”

“But you’re the best I’ve got!” Elijah countered. 

“I’m average at best!” Ben laughed. !And you know it!” He could see Elijah trying to redouble his efforts to counter his remark, yet he continued, talking over Elijah as he began to speak. “I’m just a chubby, overfed, under-exercised, nerdy accountant. And… I think I’m also the guy you’ve secretly had a crush on for quite some time…”

Elijah immediately halted trying to speak over him. The man’s eyes widened. He started mumbling, immediately flustered. “I… I’m…” he tried, looking like he had been outmanoeuvred for the first time in his life. “How did you know?” he finally asked.

“I didn’t,” Ben laughed. “That was the problem. I just thought you were being an asshole most of the time! You’re actually not that good when it comes to approaching people you’re genuinely attracted to, are you?”

Elijah shook his head.

“If I came with you, you’d still be my boss and we could never explore whatever this could be between us,” Ben reasoned. “Whereas, if you hand in your notice today… Well, you and I could be out for dinner this evening, with no nasty fallout from HR.”

With a beaming smile, Elijah was soon announcing his departure to the entire office. Ben was sitting, slouched in his own office, picking at a couple of doughnuts and not really paying attention to what was going on outside. He was hardly going to go out there, pretending to be surprised. Besides, it was fairly common knowledge that he didn’t even really like Elijah, which made it even more bizarre when he was sitting across from the man at a very fancy restaurant only a few short hours later. It was so obvious when someone really was making an effort on a date; Elijah received top marks for his charming manner and attentiveness. He thoroughly deserved the kiss he was granted during the cab ride back to his place.

“You’ll know he’s definitely a chaser when you get to kiss him for the first time,” Gray had warned him. “If he’s anything like Marie, his hands will go straight to your belly!”

Ben had found the idea strangely arousing when Gray had said that. However, it was nothing compared to how horny he felt with Elijah’s hands exploring his body with a lust Ben had never before experienced. Arousal leached from every pore of the guy’s body and, when they went inside Elijah’s apartment, Ben felt like he was almost being worshipped. Even so, nothing was ever rushed. The build up was always perfect; the crescendo, always sublime. Despite the stunning physique of Elijah, it always felt as though it was Ben’s rounded, bloated form that was the star attraction. After a couple of weeks, Elijah was permitted to fuck him properly for the first time. Each thrust into Ben’s hefty rear seemed to give the man absolute pleasure. Nothing was ever done hastily, even as Elijah moaned softly and breathed steadily, as if trying to hold back an orgasm that he could summon at any moment. 

Of course Ben continued to pack on weight once he’d got together with Elijah. It was yet another thing that Gray had warned him about when dating a chaser. Elijah was kinky, without a doubt. He took pleasure in taking a can of whipped cream into the bedroom with them and encouraging Ben to lick it all off his muscular body at any opportunity. It wasn’t unusual for them to deplete an entire can in almost no time at all. 

However, just like Marie and Gray, Ben’s relationship with Elijah seemed equally as controversial. Despite the almost fifteen year age gap, folks just couldn’t seem to wrap their heads around why a man as stunning and successful as Elijah was so captivated by such a fat man as Ben; the looks and stares only getting worse as Ben’s weight continued to climb; his body getting more expansive and jigglier; fat building upon already well established fat. Perhaps it didn’t help how ‘touch’ was always Elijah's best love language when they were out and about. Ben was well used to having the man’s large hand attached to his wide rear, or cupping a bulge of back fat. It was obvious how distasteful some appeared to find it; especially some of Elijah’s more refined friends. Not that it ever stopped him. Elijah was simply being himself for the first time in his life.

“She’s a real kinky little thing, y’know,” Elijah had chuckled one evening after Gray and Marie had left, not long after Ben had moved in with his lover.

Ben, who had spent most of the night discussing video games with Gray in the lounge, had almost forgotten that Elijah would have had so much time to get to know the pretty little thing that had ensnared his best friend so completely. “Oh, yeah?” he smirked, feeling like he knew so much more about what it was like to date a chaser these days. “Gray’s certainly looking a lot heftier these days.”

“He sure is! But he’s all belly. Unlike you with that big, cute butt…” Elijah grinned, swooping in for a kiss. “But there’s plenty more to come if you listen to Marie! Gray is going all out for her, trying to get his weight up before their wedding.”

Ben laughed. He’d always assumed that Marie had driven Gray’s ongoing weight gain but, now that Elijah had said it, the amount that Gray had been gorging on the snacks that evening seemed to make perfect sense. “No wonder I feel so full!” Ben laughed, rubbing his bloated stomach. He’d always been easily influenced by those around him and, if he could pinpoint the moment his weight truly began to run away from him, it had been when he’d moved in with the larger guys, Gray and Eddie; being surrounded by such frequent overeating and carefree attitudes towards food. Just like tonight, watching someone else eating so much always made Ben feel naturally hungrier himself. “So, does that mean you were telling Marie how much weight I’ve packed on since we started dating?” he asked, knowing that such questions always brought out the kinky, teasing side of Elijah that Ben had always found rather unattractive; that was, until they had started dating and it’d become funnier, more laid back and always tinged with kinkiness.

“Of course I did,” Elijah smiled back, his hands exploring the pounds and pounds of pure lard that had made Ben’s stomach so large and spherical since he had broken four hundred pounds. “And I told her about your plans to cut down your hours at work,” the man continued to explain, unbuttoning Ben’s shirt to unleash the enormous torso that he got so much pleasure from. His hands grabbed underneath and bounced the giant belly that had amassed. “I think she’s quite jealous of how well I’m doing with my big boy!” he teased.

Ben chuckled back, enjoying the attention. Dating a chaser had been quite a learning curve for him, but the more he had leaned into it, the more pleasure he had gained from it. He’d wanted Elijah to be open about his kinks, which had simultaneously opened up a whole new world to Ben. There were so many people out there getting enjoyment from this. He’d asked Elijah to use his contacts in these communities to find girls for his friends, Joe and Eddie. On the whole, he’d been pleased to see his friends so happy, despite how rapidly Joe’s secretly kinky girlfriend had swollen up the guy’s face and butt to the point where some people no longer recognised him. Similarly, Elijah delighted in having any of the guys over at their place, splashing his cash by ordering mountains of take out for them all and simultaneously messaging their girlfriends to quietly update them on how well they’d all eaten.

“What’s my calorie count tonight?” Ben asked, seeing the pure lust in his lover’s eyes.

“I counted about five thousand since Marie and Gray arrived at six o’clock,” Elijah speedily replied, full of admiration for him.

“Shit! No way?” Ben chuckled back, rubbing his tight stomach. “I didn’t even notice I was eating that much.”

“You never have,” Elijah smiled wickedly.”I saw that greedy appetite and knew there’d never be anyone I’d want more than you!” He wrapped his arms around Ben’s hips, rubbing the broad glutes. “You’re perfect!”

Ben accepted the sweet kiss from his lover. He could already feel Elijah’s hardness rubbing against him, just as it always did whenever the guy had watched him eat so much in one go. Despite all the dirty dishes, they were heading into the bedroom; clothes rapidly disappearing. “Go on, then!” Ben chuckled, already knowing exactly what horny Elijah wanted to ask him. 

The man beamed, bounding away briefly and returning with a fresh can of whipped cream. He lay himself down on the bed, squirting furiously around his hardness.

Ben licked his lips, gazing down at the beautiful physique of his lover; kind, sporty, intelligent and successful. He couldn’t have found anyone better. As for this kinky streak of his… Well, that was something Ben would never want to be without. It was the part of Elijah that Ben had come to love more than any other. Despite his own monstrous, growing form, Ben knew that there would never be anyone Elijah craved more. 

He was, and always would be, Elijah’s dream boy.

[girlyhornywriter]

Pushing her buttons...

Imagine having a button you could press that magically makes you fatter, by like +1 pound. That'd be neat, right? I wonder where you would draw the line and finally stop pressing it.

I mean, the first dozen presses would just be so you can test if it's actually working. One or two probably wouldn't feel like much, but by the time you hit the double-digits of extra pounds gained, you'd probably feel the extra tightness in your pants. Maybe your shirt would ride up a little bit because your belly and tits have grown a little bigger, but it wouldn't be anything *crazy*. Even after 12 presses, you'd still basically feel the same. Maybe your balance would be a little off with the extra weight, but nothing you can't deal with. If you put a hand on your midriff, you'd notice it bulging out more, and that it's softer and fleshier than you're used to, but all in a good way.

Being realistic though, you wouldn't stop there, would you? You've dreamed of stuff like this. An opportunity to make yourself *so* much fatter is just too tempting for you to pass up. Maybe you'd try to resist the temptation for a while, but we both know you'd fold under the pressure and start pressing it again. Fast.

You'd get undressed and stand in front of a mirror so you could watch your figure swell with dozens of extra pounds of soft, pale blubber. You'd hold your belly in one hand while you press the button with the other. Press after press, you feel it push out just a little bit further. It'd feel softer and softer in your hands as your gut grows heavier and jigglier.

Now you're thirty pounds heavier than you started, and you're *really* starting to notice the results now. Your belly hangs over your thighs quite a lot further than you remember, and your ass is looking so fat when you get a good look at yourself from the side. Stopping now crosses your mind, but you quickly dismiss it; your tits might be bigger, but they're not really big enough yet, and you're still only at "BBW" size anyway. You can handle some more pressing.

Click by click, you feel yourself growing heavier. Your belly has gotten so big and blubbery that it starts to fold into two thick rolls, giving you a definite double-belly that you can't wait to show off to your girlfriend when she gets home. In the meantime though, you keep pressing the button. You've lost track of the exact number at this point, but you think you're somewhere around 60 pounds heavier than when you started (it's actually closer to 80). You look at your doughy belly and thighs being groped by your hand in the mirror, and notice how much pudgier and softer your hand is starting to look. Nothing is immune to the weight you're piling on, and that just makes you even hornier. You resume clicking it.

Another thirty pounds make their way onto your figure when you stop again, this time because your gaze drifted upwards towards your face. Your cheeks look so much fuller now, giving your face a decidedly rounder shape. Your double-chin is much more pronounced than it used to be; your jawline is completely buried under a thick layer of chubbiness at this point, and you can't help but smile about it. It feels so good to be so much more... *plush*.

You tell yourself that you'll give yourself twenty more presses, then you'll quit. But once you get there, you decide... maybe just a few more. So you press it *another* ten times. Then you notice how close your breasts are to touching when you're sitting down, and can't help but want to see them finally become big enough to rub against each other as you walk. So you keep pressing it. Not really paying attention to the number any more, just to your breasts, as they get heavier and softer and rounder with every click.

Finally, it happens.

Not your breasts touching, like you were waiting for. The chair you were sitting on breaks instead. You hadn't heard it creaking as your fat ass grew ever fatter and heavier with every click of the button. It just hadn't crossed your mind that your furniture had already been struggling against your mass before you got this button. Now though, it had finally given up...

You decided this was your sign to call it quits - you should dust yourself off and think yourself lucky that you didn't do something stupid and make yourself absolutely massive. You drag yourself up onto your feet with a lot more difficulty than you expected, then push the shattered remains of the chair aside with your foot. You check your ass and thighs for any damage, but aside from the massive amount of extra cellulite now occupying them, and the angry red stretchmarks that have suddenly become even more omnipresent across your body, you seem to be fine. You look down for the button, but can't see it anywhere among the debris. You look around the room, when you finally spot it.

Your girlfriend is in the doorway, holding it in her hand.

"I like what you've done to yourself, babe" she says with a smile, her gaze travelling up and down your now much fatter figure, eyeing your new curves and rolls with glee. She licks her lips. "I wonder how you got so big, so fast, princess... Could it be this, maybe?" She presses the button.

Maybe you could have denied the effect the button had just had on you, if it wasn't for the fact that at that moment, the panties you had been wearing finally gave up, shredded by your immense girth with an audible rip and leaving you exposed to your girlfriend in more ways than one. The smile on her face broadens.

"I think I get the picture... Well, shall we see what this thing can do?" She starts clicking the button as fast as her fingers are capable of. Ten pounds, twenty pounds, thirty pounds, you feel your body swelling with the extra mass second by second as she starts to giggle. You try to run towards her, but you're far too fat now to move so quickly, so all you can do is waddle gracelessly towards her as she easily evaded your attempts to grab the button from her hand. You reach the doorway and look down at your expanding body, in awe at just how much of the weight seems to be going straight to your belly rolls. Your thickening paunch slaps against your thickened thighs as you keep trying to pursue your mischievous girlfriend. She escapes into the living room, and you follow her, your steps growing heavier with every click that echoes through your ears.

By the time you corner her in front of the couch, the click count must be at 250 by now, and you're feeling every ounce of the blubber she has poured onto your body. You're exhausted and breathless from trying to catch her, and she can see you're close to collapsing. She speeds up the pace of her clicking, holding the button high above her head where you have no hope of reaching it. You make one final lunge, hoping to swipe it from her hand before you're too fat to stand...

But you miss.

You lose your balance and stumble towards the couch, where you drop heavily onto the straining frame. Your ass takes up far more of space than you're used to and you sink deep into the soft cushions, hearing creak as it settles under your immense bulk. Your girlfriend stands over you, victorious.

"I think that couch had a max weight rating of 800 lbs, didn't it? Shall we test that?"

As much as you struggle against your own fattened figure, you can't haul your fat ass and gut off of the couch. You're just too heavy, and only getting heavier as she presses the button over and over and over again. Your thighs press together even as you try to spread them as wide as possible; your belly fills your entire lap and just keeps spilling out further and further over the edge of the couch; and your tits keep swelling too, easily exceeding G-cups in size with no signs of stopping.

Eventually, inevitably, the couch gives way to your blubber-laden body. You sink down even further as the couch breaks right down the middle, leaving you in a V-shaped dip, helplessly trapped by your hundreds of new pounds of fat and cellulite. Your hands grope your thick rolls of flab and you feel a strange mix of horror and arousal at how soft and jiggly you are now, *all over*.

Your girlfriend looks very pleased with herself.

"I hope you're comfy, big girl, because you're not going to be doing much walking from now on. I was always hoping I could get you to fatten up for me, to turn you into my stay-at-home piggy, too fat to do anything but make herself even fatter. It was always just a pipe dream, but apparently, dreams really *do* come true...

"I'll let you stay like this until I can find us a bed that can handle the massive whale of a girl like you've become. Once I've got you settled there though, I'm going to give this thing a couple hundred more clicks.

"You'll be so helpless and useless, but don't worry, princess. I'll make sure you know how much I love every single inch of you."

[withahappyrefrain]

oooh let's do can you kiss it better with bob

"Love?" When Bob entered your shared home, he received no response. Even more alarming, the lights were turned off.

"My love? You okay?" Bob knew you had gotten home, recalling the text you sent him about leaving work early. He had a strong feeling you were experiencing a headache, hence why he stopped by the store to pick up your tried and true favorites: dark chocolate, salmon, and avocados. The plan was to make you dinner, but first Bob had to locate you.

Rather than raising his voice, he sat the groceries down and quietly moved about the house. He found you in the bedroom and the sight nearly broke Bob's heart.

The lights were off, but he could make out your figure, curled into a ball on the shared bed. An ice pack rested against your forehead and you just looked absolutely miserable.

"Hey there," he kneeled down, placing his hand gently on your shoulder, "Migraine?"

Your eyelashes fluttered open, a small smile forming at the sight of your partner, "No. Just a headache."

Considering how frequently you used to get migraines until Bob forced you to the doctor, he could deal with just a headache. Although he hated seeing you in any type of pain.

"Want me to get the massage gun?" Bob asked before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

"No," you whimpered, taking his hands into yours. Slowly, you guided them to your breasts, "Need your help."

Oh.

That kind of help.

Moving quickly, Bob reached over to the mini fridge in your bedroom, grabbing an ice pack. Joining you on the bed, he maneuvered himself and your body so that his back was resting against the headboard and yours was against his broad chest. Placing the ice pack in the crook of his neck, he gently lured your head back. The ice pressed against the back of your skull brought instant relief.

"Want me t'make ya feel better?" He murmured, voice soothing. You nodded, curling into him as his fingers skimmed across your breasts, trailing down your stomach until he reached your center.

You nodded, turning your head so his lips were now against your jawline. Skimming over the fabric of your panties, Bob found your clit with ease, gently applying pressure at first.

But then a small moan of his name fell from your lips. His other free hand grabbed at your chest, delighted to find you weren't wearing a bra. He alternated between your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as his other hand pushed your panties to the side.

His touch was electric, calloused fingers drawing circles on your clit.

"How ya s'wet already, baby?" Bob knew the answer. And he wouldn't punish you if you couldn't respond. He guided your head back, ensuring the back of your skull was rested against the ice pad.

The cold temperature sent instant relief to your head, "W-wanted ya all day. Was gonna put on that nightie and surprise ya but I-"

Bob gently shushed, not wanting you to overexert yourself, "Don't worry. I got ya."

His fingers dipped down to your entrance, circling once, twice, before sliding inside. His thumb remains at your throbbing clit, drawing circles as his fingers find the spot that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

Your back arches at his touch, so much that he has to wrap his free arm around your waist, keeping your body anchored to his.

Little moans and whimpers of his name begin falling out of your mouth, in rapid succession. Bob's lips remain pressed to your temple, as gentle encouragements are whispered against your skin..

"That's it. I gotcha. I gotcha. Just let go, 'kay? Been workin' so hard, my sweet girl. Just lemme take care of ya, alright?"

His voice is a comfort, a relief. It's low and rich. Deep, so deep and pulling you in. As relief floods your body, you find your hips jerking up to meet his fingers.

"Oh sweetie, you're close, aren't ya?" God, his tone. Condescension lace his words, but there's love mixed in with it. The dichotomy is puzzling, but also very fitting for Bob.

"Y-yeah," he increases the pace of his fingers, and it sets you off; a broken moan filling the room, hips jerking erratically.

"That's it, make a mess on my fingers. After that, I'll kiss it better, 'kay?"

Your hand gripped his forearm, clinging on as you came undone on his hand. Bob was far from done with you. The orgasm had brought relief to your head, but he was thorough.

[angel-of-the-moons]

The Bird and The Worm

Steven Grant x Shy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really, some fluff. Overprotective Birb Dad Khonshu, activate!

A/N: Alright since y'all loved this post so much I had to do something with it, and given that it's Valentine's Day and I am, as usual, chronically single, I figured I would share the delulu with our sweet little nerd. It's short, I know. But my chest is hurting and I am thinking of going to the ER later lol (I also recommend listening to Owl City's "The Bird and The Worm" it's a cute song!)

You had been in a very good mood, today, Khonshu had noticed. Humming to yourself, giggling a bit louder than usual at something on your phone. He watched as you practically bounced around your flat.

"I take it something has happened, little bird?" Khonshu hummed, a humored scoff coming from his chest. You continued to buzz around, even reaching for your seldomly-used makeup kit you only used for special work parties or for fun--and the latter was rare.

He leaned against the wall, to remain out of your way, amusement tickling something deep within him. Indeed, you were like a busy little bee, buzzing around her hive.

"Oh!" You finally chirp out a response, beaming happily up at him. "I... Um... Well, I um, got a date!"

That surprised him.

You were a wallflower; a shy, little thing that had beautiful and bright colors that stood out; especially amongst his dwindling followers. Not keen on being the center of attention, you preferred to dance on the coattails of most social situations.

And you had never been out on a date before, let alone asked out by anyone.

"And who is your date?" Khonshu asked, tipping his head to the side as you began to apply your facial primer. Makeup trends definitely changed from how they used to do them back in his day...

"Oh, he's so sweet! Some guy knocked into me while I was out today; knocked my smoothie all over the floor and didn't even apologize." You huff, recalling that rude dude, "Then he showed up and snapped at him! He even paid for me to get a new one, even though I said he didn't have to..."

You remembered how heartbroken you felt--you had been looking forward to your favorite smoothie all day. Work sucked and those little pick-me-ups always boosted your mood and energy when you needed them.

"And after that we sat down and started talking--we have a lot in common." You giggled, carefully dripping foundation on your face before beginning to blend it. "He seemed hesitant at first, when he asked me out, tonight... But he finally got all the words out and, well, I d'nno... It felt right to finally say yes to someone?"

"Hmm." He hummed, thinking hard. You didn't normally warm up to people, and to see you so excited for something... he was happy for you. His shy little bird opening up her wings a little.

"And you are not concerned this man was putting up a front?" He asked dubiously, his own mind drawing conclusions.

"...No. I really didn't get that vibe from him." You replied thoughtfully, looking down at your bronzers and highlighters; trying to think of what kind of look you wanted to go for. Something to match your little turtleneck dress, surely. And well, it was Valentine's Day, so.... You went with some neutral shades. Blush was light and pink; your eyeshadows a mix of red and pink, too.

"...I see." Khonshu murmured, his head tipping to the other side.

"But we're going to meet up for dinner tonight. I hope it all goes well..." Your voice had fallen a little bit; the melancholy tone slipping into your voice a little saddening. You had spent many of these holidays alone--never having anyone to spend them with.

So... Well. There was no harm in letting you have this date, letting you go out and try to have fun with this mystery man of yours.

But you were downright silly to think Khonshu would just up and let you go to an undisclosed location without him shadowing you to make sure your were safe.

He had intended to follow you to make sure your date was what you had claimed he was--not some secret serial killer or someone who had a history of some form of violence towards another person.

But this... was so much worse.

Oh, he was steaming.

Fuming, toxic--an inferno of rage and disgust when he sat down with you at your little table.

The setting was a little roo intimate for his tastes; warm, soft candlelight, round-table booths where two could sit undeniably closer than most would deem normal--tucked in the back where few prying eyes would see.

Well. Save for him, anyways.

But what made him the most angry wasn't even how close you two were sitting; or even how he made you laugh.

It was the fact your date was Steven-fucking-Grant. The biggest thorn in his side since Marc had begun work under him as his Avatar. Even bigger than Marc's challenging and anti-authoritative attitude towards his will.

He was glad the man was no threat, but he hated the fact that naturally, your shy and quiet-natured soul had been drawn to Steven. The man was, by his own tally, a whiney, soft-hearted little cretin.

Always looking on the verge of a panic attack or a sobbing fit, his very soul radiated something that pissed Khonshu off.

And so... Khonshu decided that he could not let this be. Not his little bird. Not on his watch.

You needed to be kept safe--and being involved with Steven or any of the others meant you could be put in harm's way. Even moreso just than being a follower of his.

At least worshipping him can be done in private. Here you are, in public, with the worm. Instead of devouring him, like a bird should, you commiserated and laughed with him.

And so, he spent the rest of the evening trying to ruin your date; if only to keep you safe. Yes, yes. He had to keep you safe. And away from Steven. Especially Steven.

...Mostly Steven.

When Steven held out the little flower he'd gotten for you, Khonshu made the candle flame flare up and catch the head on fire--making the both of you panic just for him to dunk it in the pitcher of water at your table.

But all that did was make you worry, taking his hands to check them over for burns, handing your napkin from your lap to dry his hands.

He spilled the glass of wine on Steven's crisp and neatly-pressed shirt. All that did was make you giggle at Steven's apology for being "clumsy", and you leaned over with some napkins to try and dab away the red stain on the fabric.

The waiter had dropped your food order, spilling your pasta in your own lap and covering your legs with the sauce and noodles. (Oh, he felt bad for that one.)

But once again, fate was conspiring against him. Steven had all but tripped over himself in an effort to try and flag down the staff for a towel to help clean you off (but maintaining a respectful touch as he did so).

At all the "funny" coincidences of the evening, Steven managed to convince you to let him walk you home.

Khonshu had had enough.

He pushed Steven into a dirty puddle in the sidewalk, splattering your nice shoes with grime and muck, his curls plastered to his head with gross water as he was left sputtering in confusion.

So... naturally, you ripped off your jacket when you pulled him up, and wiped his face with it; offering to take him back to your apartment to clean up.

The night turning out "perfect" for you two had him wanting to smash his skull open on a brick wall.

"Don't mean t' take up your couch, love." Steven murmured into his warm cup of tea. You had so generously offered to wash his clothes for him and let him shower--even giving him permission to use your special shampoos and soaps!--and then told him, since his laundry was dirty... He could have the couch and you two could split the vegan-friendly chocolates he brought for you while his clothes were washing.

"It's okay." You reply, wiping the last bits of your makeup from your face; already having slipped into some cute pajamas with kitty cats on them, your shirt had the slogan "Nap time is the purr-fect time!" on it. You sat next to him, cradling your cup of tea in your hands, the faint sound of your washer humming along in the background.

"Whole bloody evening's been a mess, hasn't it?" He smiled apologetically. "I didn't mean to come home with you--that is! Uh! I mean..." He rubbed the back of his neck and couched nervously, a hint of pink on his cheeks, "Well, I didn't want to impose, y'know? Or seem like some creepy weirdo who tries to stalk girls home, yeah?"

Steven was wearing a pair of your largest pj pants, and an old sports jersey, wrapped up in one of your fuzzy bathrobes. He looked the farthest thing away from a "creep". He had been a perfect gentleman all evening!

"It's okay." You smile warmly at him, setting your mug down next to his on the coffee table in font of you, reaching for your TV remote.

As you both settled in on your couch for a silly rom-com movie that had popped up in your recommended list on Netflix, Khonshu was almost vibrating from the sheer rage he felt--he was certain he would snap his staff with how hard he had been gripping it.

He was even more enraged when, after you had both become so engrossed with the movie you had let your time slip away; that you had offered to let Steven stay the fucking night. And even moreso that he accepted.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, cuddling on your couch--Khonshu hated the fact that you two just seemed... so... Ugh! Perfect for each other! No matter what he had done tonight--somehow you inevitably wound up in his arms; snuggled up and sleeping peacefully.

Well... it was better than the more intimate alternative--but still!

The bird wound up cuddling with the worm. His little bird.

As your chests rose and fell with calm, even breathing; Steven snuggled so tightly against you that his arm was draped over your waist and his nose was in the crook of your neck, Khonshu glowered.

He wondered if he let himself get hit by a car, would it kill him?

It was better than watching his sweet, innocent little bird fall for one of the most deceptively innocent creatures on Earth.

Yes you were happy, but come on...

Why did it have to be his Avatar?!

[binomech]

I keep thinking about the simplicity and kindness with which Severance treats grief, and death. That you can express your pain in a million different ways but ultimately, what it always amounts to is: This person was alive, and I loved them, and now they aren't, and I still love them. Love is the only thing pulling us forward, even as it forces us to look back.

There's a few quotes from the show under the cut. There's not much else to this post, just like there isn't much else to someone you love dying. It hurts, and you miss them. It will always hurt a little bit, and that's okay. That's what remembering does.

Ms. Casey about Mark Scout:

Your outie can parallel park in less than 20 seconds. Your outie can roller-skate with grace. Your outie pays all of his gas and electric bills within three business days. Your outie listens to music while shaving, but not while showering. Your outie prefers two scoops of ice cream in a serving, but they must be the same flavor. Your outie once captured a butterfly.

Mark Scout about Gemma:

My wife was extraordinary. My wife was allergic to nutmeg. And when she sneezed, she always sneezed twice. My wife liked other people's dogs. My wife thought cardigans looked ridiculous. I loved all these things about her... Equally.

Dylan and Irving about Burt:

Irving: The last time I was happy was when all I knew was MDR. When I was good at my job and not trying to be happy. I'm going to leave, Dylan. Dylan: It is not leaving. So stop fucking calling it that. I know, you want... I know... Just fucking try. Irving: You're a good friend, Dylan. (...) I wanted you to know before I left. Dylan: Okay. Well, you're not. You... No. Stop it. Stop it. Listen to me. Look, I'm sorry that outie Burt has a hot husband or whatever. But he is not the point. Innie Burt is the guy you fell for, and I know because I encouraged the courtship. Irving: I... I want it to be over. I want the pain to be over. If he's gone and I'm gone... Dylan: Stop saying that. Irving: ...then somehow, we'll be together. Dylan: He wouldn't want that. Irving: How do you know? Dylan: Because I don't want that. Because I would be sad, and I would be less productive, and I'm really good at what I do here, whatever it is. And you're part of what makes me good at it. So please, do not go. Irving: Dylan... I'm your favorite perk. Dylan: Don't bring them into this. All I'm saying is, if Burt was still here, he would be telling you to stick around and figure out what the fuck this is.

Felicia and Irving about Burt:

Irving: I can't... My God, he was... he was fearless! Felicia: I worked with Burt for six years. And I only ever saw him scared of one thing: He spent two hours on his hair the first time he went to visit you. Irving: Really? I should... I should show you something. I'd draw [one portrait of him] every day I couldn't see him. My numbers went down, but I didn't even care.

Dylan about Irving:

It's hard to pinpoint a favorite Irving story. For the least fun guy in the world, he was really fun. He put the "dick" in contradiction. One time, he was pissed at me for watering down the toner, so he put toner in my water cup. He stopped me before I drank it, though. He just wanted to make a point, not harm me physically. But I did accidentally take a sip of it later, 'cause I forgot he said that. He asked me for help with something near the end, and I didn't listen. And in his final moments, he would have been totally justified in telling me to suck my own fuck. But he didn't. He was awesome, and I miss him.

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

E.G.OBLAST 6: SATANIC PANIC! [Scattering Scarlet Gossypium - Sanguine Desire - Asymmetrical Inertia - Wingbeat - Binds - Heaven - Corundrum - Corundrum Pt 2]

RAAAAGH ANOTHER E.G.OBLAST DELUGE.

Gave Satan an E.G.O of each Sin Affinity, because he's literally the Devil himself and embodies every Sin (three from pre-Limbus, three from Limbus, and one Manifested) lmao. In order: Wrath, Lust, Sloth, Gluttony, Gloom, Pride, Envy, and Envy (though technically also every other Sin Affinity).

If you want to read more about each piece, please look under the cut, because this is getting long enough as-is lmao. Also make sure to full-view considering how big these are.

Also finally made a proper tag for E.G.OBLAST so you can search it on my blog lmao. The tag is just E.G.OBLAST.

I hope you like it!

Wrath (Limbus E.G.O)

None of the currently-existing Wrath-affinity E.G.Os really fit Satan... so I had to pick an Abno that doesn't have an E.G.O yet and figure out something for that. Ended up picking Drenched Gossypium due to it having themes around being dyed the color red (from blood) and having Wrath-affinity attacks (along with Lust and Gluttony). I'm calling this E.G.O Scattering Scarlet Gossypium (named after the Gossy's "Scattering Red-stained Gossypium" attack).

It seems to have themes based around nostalgia, formality, and courtesy (as seen with its Mirror Dungeon event), so I gave him some (western) formal clothes: Dress shirt, waistcoat, poofy boa, gloves, fancy shoes, and tie (the tie is covered by his big-ass chin lmao).

Also, about his hooves: The style of hooves he has is ambiguous due to their color blending into his legs, so I'm giving him two-toed hooves similarly to the demon forms of our protagonists in the final fight 83.

Awakening - Haah, can’t you be a bit more… endearing? I can give your face some cute little red blush. Come here.

Corrosion - No! You cannot possibly be so insincere! I can see it! Must you be so selfish? So greedy? Must I TAKE IT MYSELF?

Lust (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Redraw/redesign of one of the MS Paint doodles from my first E.G.OBLAST post, of Satan with Sanguine Desire. Replaced his wings with the metal claws, and based the shape of the metal claws off of the legs of his chasing spider form in his boss fight.

Again, Sanguine Desire for Satan is basically a given lmao. They're both obsessed with a single-minded desire to be the prettiest reddest things. His ass is Corroding the second he gets anywhere near those shoes, let alone uses the E.G.O lmao.

Awakening - This gorgeous, glimmering red… No, you can’t have them! But your blood will make them even prettier…!

Corrosion - Red, red, RED! RED, RED, RED, REDDER, REDDER, EVER MORE RED! GIVE IT TO ME, ALL OF IT!

Sloth (Limbus E.G.O)

Sloth was also a bit of a difficult choice for him. None of the Sloth-affinity E.G.Os really fit him heavily, but I ended up going with Asymmetrical Inertia (Clockwork-Time-Roly-Poly). Made the Awakening more bottom-heavy with all of the metal crap on his tail, while his Corrosion is top-heavy with a massive head. Never in proper balance, always teetering on the edge of collapsing over...

Based his quotes off of Heathcliff's quotes for it, considering that Heath is the only user of this E.G.O so far.

Also, side note:

I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING MACHINERY I HATE DRAWING M

Awakening - Who are you calling “slow”? I’m just taking my time… to wind up the most magnificent, perfect hit!

Corrosion - G…G-Grab me! Don’t leave me hanging! I can’t… stay… up…!

Gluttony (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Chose Wingbeat (Fairy Festival) for his Gluttony E.G.O. They're both based around "royalty" and having royal "servants", with Satan having his moles and the Fairy Queen having its fairies (and Fairy Masses post-starvation), so I decided to give Satan little mole-fairies (and Mole Fairy Masses). I replaced his little devil tail with the pre-starvation Fairy Festival's chunky tail, and also replaced the big fairy wings with those of a Fairy Fly to fit with Satan having dinky little devil wings by default.

The Fairy Queen repeatedly mentions wanting its fairies to bring it meat, so I referenced that for the quotes.

Awakening - No thrashing, now… Moles… Seize them for me!

Corrosion - Mo…M-M-... My fairies… Don’t leave me! Meat, I need meat… unspoiled, clean, soft, tender… a glistening RED!

Gloom (Limbus E.G.O)

Binds is one of those "Multi-Affinity" E.G.Os, with different Sin Affinities across multiple users of the E.G.Os (others being Sunshower, Dimension Shredder, Holiday, and Cavernous Wailing). With its themes about the burden of leadership (and one of the other Affinities the E.G.O has being Pride), I felt the Gloom version (Heath's version) would fit. Yes, his crown is being held over his head by wrappings between the horns lmao.

Awakening - All I find on this throne… is disrespect.

Corrosion - Written upon these strands, every single one… mockery, inadequacy… failure…! Release me! RELEASE ME!

Pride (Pre-Limbus E.G.O)

Decided to choose Heaven (the Burrowing Heaven) for his Pride E.G.O. I chose it because the Burrowing Heaven's "thing" is that it desires eyes on it. It "lives within your gaze" and the reason you can blink while looking at it is because it will "tolerate such a brief moment of disruption". And in Ruina, one of the lines found in its fight mentions the sight being "breathtaking". All eyes on him... Sounds prideful, doesn't it?

Gave the E.G.O weapon-styled spear an eye to fit with the Abno's theme and match with his final boss hammer having an eye on it. I also had some fun making his facial expression, wanted it to be unnerving >8}

Awakening - Breathtaking, aren’t I?

Corrosion - Is this what you wanted to see? Those dry, burning eyes… ANSWER ME!

Envy (Distortion + Manifested)

He pulled a Dongrang and Distorted first before un-Distorting and manifesting his own E.G.O. Manifest E.G.O out of Spite™.

I am calling the Distorted form "Fuschine Iridescence", with the Distortion Code "IN-???-06" (as for danger rating... "WAW-09", possibly? He is the literal Devil, after all, his Distorted form is bound to be dangerous), with the middle digits being unknown due to not being from/in The City and in turn not belonging to any District. This Distortion has siphons at the ends of its feet and stinger, which it uses to drain blood from its victims (and can be seen in the magenta-glass bulbs in its legs).

For the E.G.O, I am naming it "Corundrum", a combination of the words "corundum" (the crystal that includes gems like ruby and sapphire, along with variants of sapphire such as the pink-orange padparadscha) and "conundrum" (which Satan is notorious for instigating), with the gem-theming coming from the fact that he rules over Hell, which is commonly underground and generally conflated with the Underworld, the domain of precious stones and metals. Large gemstones grow out of his back to replace his wings and tail, which he can summon "hard-light" constructs from, along with his hooves, horns, and crown becoming the same material with the same ability. His weapon (which in his "base" form is a pick-axe)'s head and end-caps are also made of the same material with the same ability. The "gimmick" of this E.G.O is that it switched between multiple Sin Affinity forms, each with a different gemstone (color and shape), weapon, and "style" of hard-light constructs, similarly to how the Envy Peccatulum take the forms of your Sinner IDs with their own various Sin Affinities. You'll see those forms very soon 83.

Had a lot of fun drawing the E.G.O form's huge voluptuous ass lmao.

Distortion - I can't stand you! You and all of your selfishness! Hoarding all of your... all of your precious redness! Just... give it to me!

Manifestation - ...No. I, the Devil himself, cannot stay in such a... miserable, unsightly state! Just what did she do to me? I will not be led astray by some... some... some conniving, sweet-talking, red-eyed HARPY!

Design info:

Distortion - I based this form's design off of his "spider" form he uses to chase you in one of his final boss fight phases (along with directly color-picking from the sprites).

Manifestation - The flowing fabric over his shoulders is meant to resemble the shape of his spaded tail he has when not using the E.G.O.

Corundrum Forms

Eight forms in total, with Envy being doubled up due to there being a non-mono-Envy and an amped-up mono-Envy version.

Base: Envy, Rainbow Obsidian, free-form electricity that can mimic his other constructs, pick-axe.

Hemorrhagic Sinew: Lust, Amber, large hands/arms, axe.

Gilded Bulwark: Sloth, Citrine, large hooved raptorial arms used as shields, spear/pike.

Bottomless Gullet: Gluttony, Emerald, fairy fly wings and a tail-mouth, pitchfork.

Crushing Current: Gloom, Malachite, tentacles, harpoon.

King's-Eye View: Pride, Pentagonite, large wings and a spaded tail, sword.

Brewing Sparks: Mono-Envy, Sugilite, similar to his base form's electric constructs but much more volatile and unstable, enhanced pick-axe.

Boiling Plasma: Wrath, Padparadscha, flowing/melting flames and super-heated plasma, hammer.

Design/Choice notes (prepare for a LAWT of text):

- The muted purple color for his base form's attire is color-picked from the lighting/outlines used for the black-colored parts of his in-game sprites. The shape of the Rainbow Obsidian on his back and at the ends of his weapon are also meant to resemble his horn shape. I chose Rainbow Obsidian because it has pieces of every color, fitting for a design with the gimmick of having powers from other color-coded forms and Envy's Peccatulum being mimics/doppelgangers.

- I chose Amber for Lust due to its general orange color and having a "lifeblood" connotation, as amber is derived from plants in response to injury similar to blood clotting. The gem material itself has pieces of bugs/other material within it, and is shaped like a heart due to one of the common connotations of "lust". I also chose an axe for the weapon to match with his non-Manifested Lust E.G.O being Sanguine Desire.

- I chose Citrine for Sloth entirely because of its color, though I gave it a "diamond" shape because it is close to a "sturdy" triangle. The weapon is a simple "blade on the end of a long stick" because Sloth isn't exactly known for being "complicated" and this form would rather play defensively.

- I originally chose Malachite for Gluttony and Turquoise for Gloom, but eventually changed Gluttony to Emerald (because of their shared green color) and Gloom to Malachite. The light constructs are meant to resemble his wings when using WIngbeat, and the end of his tail is meant to be a combination of a bell (like Ring-A-Ding, who is associated with Gluttony) with Freako Dragon's tusks (because Greed, which Freako is associated with, would be Gluttony in the PMverse). This form's weapon is a pitchfork due to it both being associated with the Devil and being a farming implement (that isn't a scythe).

- I chose Malachite for Gloom because of its bluish-green color and association with water. Gloom is associated with water, and Malachite is notorious for leeching toxins into water. The shared water association is also why I made its light construct tentacles and its weapon a harpoon.

- I chose Pentagonite for Pride due to their shared blue color, and the Devil in popular media (including AB's version of Satan) is often associated with pentagrams, so I thought a gem named after its five-fold symmetry would fit. This association with pop-culture's image of the Devil is also why I made the light constructs a spaded tail and large pair of leathery wings. Its weapon being a sword matches with the symbol used for Pride in Limbus.

- Brewing Sparks is basically an "amped-up" version of the base form, both in being mono-Envy and in its weapon being an enhanced version of the pick-axe. Sugilite was chosen entirely for its purple color, and the gem shape I chose is meant to resemble a bolt of electricity (which is commonly associated with Envy in Lumbus). This is both the only form that changes his horn shape and also has "jutting" back crystals.

- He was not able to attain his desired "redness" even when channeling the red-hot Sin of Wrath. The gem I chose, Padparadscha, is famous for its hybrid pink-orange color, similarly to this Satan being associated with magenta and yellow. It is also the only gem that has "floating" parts (the middle circle found in the gems on his weapon floats). This is the only form without white, instead replaced with a light yellow, and is the only form with a multi-colored light construct. The light constructs do not even quite resemble proper fire, instead an amorphous boiling plasma that flows from like water. His weapon resemble the weapon he uses in the first phase of his boss fight, being a hammer to try and copy Anton's techniques like clutching and slingshotting. So close, yet so far...

- The eyes of all of the forms (outside of base) have pupils colored like their associated gem. Wrath has no black sclerae, instead having banded eyes of pink and yellow, with the eye of his hammer being colored in an inverted version of his band pattern.

[ahhhmelia]

Hey guyssss

I extremely want to see a fanart / fanfic where Jayce and Viktor go to a hot spring or salty sea as a form of therapy for Viktor’s back and leg and as a bonding experience (maybe even fluffy romantic tension or sensuality). I might draw this myself but chances are it’ll take me a while to get around to it so, hopefully I’ll inspire someone with the idea instead/first 🤪

Picture this ✋🤚:

Viktor likes to reminisce on the night he and Jayce met. How when everything went right and they figured out how to activate the hexgem, he felt on top of the world. The joy of their victory compounded by the physical relief of weightlessness on his troubled body.

He’d like to feel that way again, the weightlessness, and tells Jayce as much in passing one day.

Jayce holds on to that tidbit and makes a plan :)

The day the Hexgates are finally up and running, Jayce suggests they take a vacation to celebrate. “Just for a week, then we’ll get right back to inventing”, he assures his partner.

They use the Hexgates to go somewhere known for its rejuvenating salty mineral springs or lakes or whatever. If Viktor catches on, he doesn’t mention it.

Though he certainly enjoys himself.

It feels even better than the first time, at least physically. Probably because he’s in more pain these days so there’s more relief to be had, but the point still stands.

Jayce notices and is incredibly proud of himself and they go to a different spring every day of their short vacation and secretly buys like a crate of bath minerals and salts to take home and gift to Viktor slowly over every birthday and holiday he can use as an excuse to give him things and Viktor DEFINITELY catches on and is weirded out but extremely endeared at the same time and enjoys his baths A LOT :D

I CANT I CANT I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE THIS MUCH IT JUST SPILLED OUT BUT CAN SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE THIS TO ME IN FULL LENGTH OR PICTURE FORM I NEED IT

YOU CAN USE ANY OF MY WORDS THAT YOU WANT OR NONE OF THEM I DONT CARE JUST TAG ME SO I CAN SEE IT

THANK YOU FOR READING

[fyxestroll]

Could I ask for some fluff with Guilleman?

pairing: roboute guilliman x reader (fem.)

warnings: none

notes: im so sorry this took so long 😭😭😭 writing roboute is such a challenge for me im so sorry 😭

Roboute is hiding something.

That was nothing new, secrets go hand in hand with being Lord Regent of the Imperium. Close to his heart as you may be there were just things he couldn’t tell.

But this time time it’s different.

This time it involves you and oddly enough he’s hiding it terribly. Roboute could plan entire campaigns behind your back without you ever knowing so quite frankly this is out of character and—

“You are not allowed inside.”

—Ridiculous. He even got Cato into this!

“Sicarious, it’s–you know what never mind.” You make a move to side-step the Astartes but are easily blocked.

“By the order of Lord Guilliman,” he reiterates, “You are not allowed inside.” In all honesty, he looks ridiculous wearing full armor—including the helmet. You’d think he was guarding some ancient relic or important vantage point but no, Cato Sicarius, commander of the Victrix Guard, Knight Champion of Mcragge, Grand Duke of Talasar and High Suzurain of Ultramar is guarding the kitchen of all places.

It was far too late into the night for these shenanigans. You just wanted a glass of water and apparently, the kitchen has been cordoned off for reasons unknown.

Clang! cursing beyond the door.

Throne! What is going on inside?!

You look up at Cato, staring him down through the glowing red visors of his helmet. “Let me in.” 

“No.”

“Cato.” You huff, hand reaching for your weapon. It did not have to come to this, it should not have come to this.

“Lady.” But he leaves you no choice, remaining steadfast in his foolish task.

“Let. Me. In.”

“For the last time, by the orders–” In a flash of movement, terrifyingly quick by baseline standards, slightly fast—but terrifying all the same to astartes you draw your slipper and hit the side of his thigh. It bounces off the ceremite but it does damage nonetheless.

Cato hisses and shirks back like a wounded animal. The first hit is always a warning, and he knows that if he doesn’t back off, he will be worse off, so with a final glare, he opens the door and lets you in.

As you take in the kitchen's state, the smugness of besting the Victrix Guard commander is short-lived.

The serfs who worked the area were gone, kicked out hours ago when the kitchen was commandeered. Going by the silhouettes of pots that were scattered in a—somehow, organised manner along the stations someone has been here for a while.

The scent of burnt sugar hangs in the air.

“Roboute?” You call out and the hulking figure hunched over a counter slowly turns around. 

“D-dear!” He turns around, stumbling as he does so. Even under minimal lighting, you could see how he shuffles when nervous.  “Why are you awake at this hour?” 

It looks like he’s holding something up from behind.

“I was thirsty,” You answer, approaching the Primarch, “I ordered a servant to fetch me some water only to find out the kitchen had been…commandeered.” Attempting to see what he’s holding you lean forward and get a quick glimpse of a bowl before he lifts it above his head. You infer, that from how he holds it in his palm, it’s simply a large bowl designed for baselines. It’s the sort that the serfs use to prepare nutrient paste.

Figuring, you won’t get anywhere near the truth you decide to switch tactics.“Robu,” you start with a sing-song voice as you trace a finger on his thigh. “Did you expect me to go into the  kitchen tonight?”  

“No,” He shivers ever so slightly under your touch before clearing his throat, “It was a precaution.” 

“So, why did he—under your orders, try to stop me?”

“It’s–I–” He pauses, thinking about the best response before settling with the truth. “I was making something…”

Seriously? That’s it? All this secrecy because your husband decided to try a new hobby? Hah! Like that’s all there is to it.

“And…” you probe, voice sickly sweet, “What is that something?” Roboute gulps and you knew he’d fold any moment now. He mutters something in a timbre beyond the hearing range of a normal baseline.

“What?”

He hesitates, and cringes before finally lowering the bowl he held above your head. “Custard tarts Your favorite.” Roboute repeats, presenting the bowl to you. An expression of surprise makes its way to your face as you catch a whiff of a sweet milky scent that confirms his earlier statement.

“Why?” is all you could say in response.

Your husband stiffens, “To make it up to you.”

“For what?” You can’t recall anything he’s done to make you upset.

“For lost time.”

You could only look at him fondly before gesturing for him to kneel to which he complies. It wasn’t every day you’d see a Primarch kneel, to others at least but not to you, “Roboute, come here,” you cup his cheeks, “I know who I married and I knew what I was getting to when I did.” 

His brows furrow torn between your comfort and the thousand other things running through his mind. You couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his cheek, “And I know that on most days the Imperium will take priority-" He opens his mouth to counter but you shush him before he can continue. “We…we won’t ever be a normal couple.”

He looks down, guilty, “but I don’t care about that, I never did.”

“Why?” Roboute asks voice low and vulnerable.

“Because, we can’t lose time we don’t have, silly. You make time for me even when the Imperium demands every waking moment from you.” Lesser men have struggled with much less and despite the lonely hours of the night you know he tries, he always does. “That’s enough for me, my love.”

A large hand places itself on your back, “It shouldn’t be.”

“It shouldn’t be,” you agree, leaning your forehead against his “but it is what it is.” Life is cruel like that. It gave you your other half and it steals him still. How many nights have you spent alone? How many times could you do nothing but watch as he bore the crushing weight of the Imperium alone? 

You’ve lost count a long time ago.

But this, the warmth of Roboute’s, and the signs of effort littered in this kitchen remind you that despite that, he loves you.

 He loves you.

That is enough.

And it seems your beloved Robu had only just realised that now. 

You envelop him in a deep embrace, whispering sweet nothings. Soon, warm tears wet your back and leave your nightgown soaked when you pull away.

You don’t point it out.

“We will have better days, my love,” you promise, “but for now…I think we should clean up.”

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[humming-fly]

Happy to report I have finally started listening to Malevolent and to no one's surprise I am already obsessed (I'm almost done with s2 atm please don't send me spoilers yet sdlkfj)

I'll skip over my usual formality of having one normal art post before diving into shitposts let's not waste anyone's time here

[paper-possum-party-pal]

I’ve decided to draw a bunch of people’s Narrators starting with @betrootsoup’s Narrator!

Don’t mind my sona, they’re just a curious fella!

I’m a sucker for split faced designs and love the outfit that @betrootsoup chose for their Narrator! I really hope I did the design justice!

Closeups

And to everyone else out there, watch out!

Your Narrator’s might be next

[theythemmer]

was gonna draw sister daniel smoking and oomf was like ok consider This

so i had to draw it obviously

[journey-to-the-attic]

i meant to post this yesterday and just completely forgot - here's the full version of the cover i made for the wattpad port, by the way!! (i know cross-post is the technically correct term but port is just a fun word to say/type. i don't need to explain myself here)

[vynnyal]

Actually you know what, I'm gonna post this. Check it out, I'm fiddling with this PMV. Spoils the whole game ofc. And the name of the song is pure imagination by Fiona Apple!

Also I'm apparently a big fan of drawing moon laying down 😂 total count including scrapped drawings is 5 (technically 6)

[kingpains]

got to see the @narcissistcookbook in dallas, thoroughly enjoyed it