#profile: Warren

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Character Voice Tag Game II

Been tagged by @space-writes for this one! thanks 😁

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Tagging @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest, @oh-no-another-idea, @sleepy-night-child, and open tag! Your line is "That's not my problem."

My characters' line this time is "That was your last warning." FUN! 🤩

Darkspace Portent/WASTE—

Warren: "I'm telling you to knock it the fuck off...!" he yells, slamming a palm into the bulkhead. Thrive: "I'm going to grace you with one warning," he murmurs, his eyes flashing ominously, his voice rough with forewarning. "There will not be another." Guetry: He throws his hands up into the air. "I'm not gonna tell you again, motherfucker!" SCOT/Scotty/Scot: "That...does not seem wise. You're unlikely to be told again." Oren: "Listen to me real carefully, 'cause I'm not saying it again." Mercury: "Listen...and open your ears, 'cause this is important..." He nocks an arrow, unhurried, his amber eyes catching the neon glow of his bow as they lift from the positioning of his fingers. "...What I just did there was your last warning." Jasper: "Enough. I'm not saying it again."

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scars😽

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Warren William, 1930s

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likes/reblogs appreciated <3

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Profiles in Villainy

Brother Zevon

In the post-apocalyptic realm of Thunder the Barbarian, Zevon had been a powerful werewolf who led a pack of wolfmen known as the Brotherhood of The Night.  He could take on a human appearance in the light of day and transform at will into a wolfman after dark.  Furthermore, Zevon had the ability to transform others into werewolves simply by touching them.  Once transformed into a werewolf, such individuals would also become entirely subservient to Zevon’s will.  

As Brother Zevon continued to add new members to his pack, his power grew and his hunting ground expanded.  Soon he took over a territory that had previously belonged to the evil wizard known as Infernus.

Wishing to be rid of the Brotherhood of the Night so to reclaim his territory, Infernus sought out Thundarr the Barbarian and his allies Ariel the Sorceress and Ookla the Mott.  The wizard tricked Thundarr into believing he was kindly and that his interests in defeating Zevon and his pack were strictly benevolent.  Thundarr was tricked once more when, in his human guise, Zevon convinced the barbarian that it was actually Infernus who was the true threat.  

Zevon almost won out, having transformed Infernos as well as Princess Ariel into werewolves.  Yet Thundarr saved the day when he threw Zevon into a magical pool that had the effect of undoing lycanthropy.  The entirety of Zevon’s pack were restored to their human selves.  Whereas Zevon himself transformed into a large, gray wolf... thus indicating that he had never been human in the first place and was actually a wolf with the powers to transform into a man.  With his powers gone, Zevon ran off into the night.    

The name ‘Zevon’ is a homage to musician, Warren Zevon, whose most renowned hit is the song ‘Werewolves Of London.’  Actor Keye Luke provided the voice for the werewolf, first appearing in the seventh episode of the first season of Thundarr the Barbarian, airing on November 15th, 1980.

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Artfight! :D

Ive been on vacation but im home now and can tag in!

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Laubach (he/him)

This fellow is one of my older dragons at about 5 years! While there were definitely a larger selection of genes than the first couple of years on the site, Laubach definitely strays closer towards the aesthetics of the early days.

His lore information is under the cut - it got away from me a bit.

Laubach is a Lightning born Skydancer who spends most of his time wandering the Wastes. While it's a perilous place to travel, let alone live, Laubach can be found wandering the desert even during the height of the dry season. He regularly ventures close to the Warrens, stopping in for a social visit and to restock on any supplies that he may be unable to gather out in the field by himself.

As he spends so much time roaming a dangerous portion of the desert alone, Laubach is a skilled warrior and tracker. He's resourceful, able to find food sources within the seemingly barren sands, and capable of beating back most of the monsters that make the Wastes their home. In a stroke of luck for the denizens of the Warrens, he functions as a fabulous early warning system, frequently able to alert the clan to potentially dangerous monsters roaming uncomfortably closer to the clan's held territory.

Despite his preference for a vast quantity of alone time, if Laubach encounters fresh tracks from sentient creatures, he regularly follows them to check on the well being of those who left them. After all, many become lost within the Shifting Expanse, meeting their end in the sprawling desert. Should Laubach ever come across those that are still well enough to be helped, he will happily share what supplies he has, and then help the weary travelers back to the nearest settlement.

During the wet season, this well intending act frequently ends with dragons unexpectedly finding themselves within the middle of a Serthis clan's current camp. While many of the clans that dwell within the Wastes during the more hospitable part of the year are accustomed to this behavior, not all of the draconic travelers have had much, if any, contact with members of the beastclans.

While the citizens of the Warrens are always happy to see a familiar face, Laubach always makes sure to bring something along with him when he stops by. His visits are regular enough that no merchant living within the system of tunnels and caverns would ever charge him coin for his supplies, but in return Laubach offers what scraps he can pry from the desert's grasp. On occaision, these finds end up being more interesting and valuable than he nor any other could have ever expected.

Like most dragons, Laubach has a smaller humanoid form at his disposal. Despite his chosen lifestyle away from civilization, he has still honed his magic and has put enough care into practicing his transformation that it eliminates nearly all of the outwardly draconic traits. This usually leaves him with no traits reminiscent of his true Skydancer form, though on some occasions a pair of antenna or a frill of feathers around his face may still remain.

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Arkham Asylum - Character Profiles: Part Four

Two-Face

Jack Ryder

Scarface

Prometheus

Maxie Zeus

Hush

The Great White Shark

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Character Voice Tag Game

Thank you @ashen-crest for the tag!

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

Tagging @drippingmoon, @sleepy-night-child, @pertinax--loculos, @drabbleitout, @druidx, and anyone who may want to participate ✨ Your line is "That's easy!"

My characters' line is "Say that to my face." I've chosen to only use characters from my two most established projects as I'm more attuned to their voices at the moment.

Partners/St. Guess—

Reagan: "Try again." Ben: "You think you got the chutzpah to say that within haymaker distance, pal?!" Mickey: He gives a slow, shark-like smile and beckons with a finger. Tod: "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Darkspace Portent—

Thrive: "Would you like a chance to correct yourself?" he asks, eyes glittering dangerously. Warren: "Sorry, what the fuck is up?" Guetry: "C'mere and say that with your whole chest."

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Can you tell me more about Mortis I think he's silly and neat :>

OH this made me realise that last time I got an ask about Mortis he was still a paranormal investigator pff

But he's an exorcist now so heads up!!

Idk how much I've talked about him here but I'll give you a few details about him!!

OKAY SO YES He is Catholic, was raised as such, but is very very open-minded about different beliefs and religions!! Loves to learn about them

He is heavily interested in not only religions but cults,, so,, he may or may not be actively researching the local cult,, For more reasons than simple interest,,

His attacker (that took his eye) was a cult member. HINT they are one of my OCs :)

PRIOR to 'the incident' Mortis was like,, a pretty scrawny guy? But after the event he made an effort to get stronger to avoid the same thing happening again

Mortis is on the run from authorities,, for several reasons,, For one he is running an illegal business and actively avoids taxes, plus he constantly breaks into and trespasses on private property, abandoned buildings, etc. He even goes out to graveyards to investigate 'paranormal activity' (demons)

GUHH I feel like I'm not good at,, rambling,, I feel like I work better with questions,, but like,, I hope I said something interesting and worthwhile about my boy :3

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Forgot that I was the coolest kid in Deviant Art 4 years ago.

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I feel like disappointment in Biden is baffling to me because he was always a disappointment. He was the asshole who got to ride to power on the coattails of a better man. He told bizarre and repeated lies (despite getting caught at it and his team telling him not to) about having a Welsh coal miner dad when he did not and he stole that story from actual Welsh people. I read a profile of him years back that pointed this out and told the story of the time he straight up ignored good advice from an expert not to plant a certain kind of tree too close together and flew a bunch of them out to plant, at night because he was just too fucking excited about it, and they all died. He’s not a smart man! He’s charismatic ish and lacks principles and as far as I can tell doesn’t really care about abortion rights or a lot of things we’d consider pretty critical to preserving freedom. I sincerely thought he couldn’t become President because there were so many obviously better candidates in the pool. I underestimated the sexism and antisemitism in American politics, and when he became the candidate in 2020 I gritted my teeth and voted for him because the alternative was a man who is not only an idiot but also profoundly dangerous. Trump is not ha-ha crazy, he’s Mussolini crazy. He is not dangerous because he’s stupid, although that doesn’t help; he’s dangerous because he does not care about anyone except himself under any circumstances and if that means he lets the far right push us straight into forced birth for white women and sterilization for women of color he’s going to do that. If that means conversion therapy for queers and death penalty for homosexual acts he’s going to do that. He has literally no limits. If he gets back into power, a whole lot of people are going to die, again. It’s not a hypothetical because it happened the first time and he’s only going to get worse.

I am not, never have been, and never will be a fan of Biden. To pretend that he and Trump are in any way equivalent is wrong at best and another goddamn Russian psy-op at worst. To pretend that a third party candidacy is viable in the US is to completely ignore every election of your lifetime and your parents’ lifetimes, and to further ignore the lesson of Ross Perot.

You cannot save Palestinians by not voting for Biden in November; the best you can do is chip away at his margin, and the worst you can do is see Trump elected so he can decide to do the worst possible thing in ever circumstance. Biden has Palestinian blood on his hands and watching this when we could have had Bernie or Elizabeth Warren instead is maddening. (I would have preferred Hillary to Trump, but I don’t think she’d be any different than Biden here. They’re both old-school politicians.)

I hate everything about this, and I hate that saying “maybe don’t put the man who literally said he would kill his political enemies in power” is seen as supporting genocide. It’s acknowledging reality. Joe Biden as a person can eat rocks for all I care. I was kind of hoping he’d die sooner in his term so we’d have time to get used to and then vote for President Harris. (Remember when the line was “she’s a cop, don’t vote for her”? Funny how there’s always a reason not to vote for a woman or a person of color or someone you just “don’t like” and can’t put a finger on why except she “seems angry.” Oh does she. How would she not? When Michelle fucking Obama, the picture of grace , STILL got called angry for having the nerve to be a Black woman with an opinion? When Hillary Clinton lost to a man with no political experience to her decades and who openly discussed sexually assaulting women? Would you have voted for President Harris? Or would you let Trump win again because you don’t LIKE her personally and she’s made decisions and statements you disagree with?)

Biden has both less power than his critics give him credit for and more power than his fans give him credit for. He needs to do more to pressure Israel and although it’s a delicate diplomatic situation I’d rather see us fuck up our diplomatic relationship with Israel than watch more Palestinians get murdered for things like “wanting to eat” and “existing.” The line has been crossed, and he doesn’t see it. Because he wasn’t the best person for the job. Because they didn’t get elected, because of sexism/antisemitism/racism. Hell, I have no idea what bootlicker Pete Buttegieg would have done here, but I’d have given him a try. But no. We got Biden and we’re stuck with this reality where you can be as leftist as you want and still have to look at the situation and decide whether you’re comfortable contributing to a Trump victory through inaction. I want socialism—I want every single person on Earth to have clean drinking water, enough safe food, shelter, medical care, and education—and I’m going to vote for Biden, pissy as it makes me, because the only actual alternative is so, so much worse, for me personally as both a woman and a queer, and for everyone in America and the rest of the world who Trump would find reasons to hurt. What do you think the man who openly and repeatedly praises dictators is going to do when those dictators massacre their own people? Yes, we need to care about this genocide now. We also need to care about all of the other people who are at real risk, both at home and abroad. Would a Trump government agree to fund military intervention in Haiti without insisting on it being a colonial exercise in power? Would a Trump government roll back the restrictions on discriminating against transgender patients in healthcare? How would Trump respond if Orban started dragging people into the streets and shooting them en masse? How would Trump respond if China finally went for it and invaded Taiwan? There are more lives at stake here than mine or yours or even those of the Palestinians, who have deserved better for literally decades and are being mass killed in ways that should result in immediate sanctions, a war crimes trial, and the execution of Netanyahu.

The world deserves better from you than complicity in a Trump victory.

[immortalmrwavell]

Proof of Possession

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

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

(Part 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

———

(Part 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Believe me now boy? —

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

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

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

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

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

— I told you I could take over bodies! —

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Believe me now?” Mike smirked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

“…”

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

“…Yeah.” Danny admitted with a blush.

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

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

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

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

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

[arcadiabaytornado]

Max Caulfield is an unreliable narrator. The game provides many examples of Max saying/thinking something that isn't particularly true, such as Max swearing up and down that she's a loner who might as well be invisible to her classmates.

We see a lot of evidence to dispute this idea. While she might not have as many friends as someone like Dana does, she's only been at Blackwell for a month, and she's already made three friends. We see in texts that Max and Kate have gotten tea together a few times, and it's implied that she hangs out with Warren during science class. She also seems to friends with Dana, though we get less details about that relationship.

Most of her other classmates know who she is as well. They address her by name, and most of them speak to her like this isn't their first conversation. They may not know her well, sure, but Max a has only been at Blackwell a month. The fact that so many people are familiar with her show that she's not nearly as much of an invisible loner as she thinks she is.

There's a few other things that back this up: A: Max has 81 friends on her social media profile. That's a pretty big number. B: Max has made an arch enemy in Victoria after only being at school for a few weeks. C: She's left an impression on Stella and Taylor even though it's said that she's never really spoke to either of them before the events of the game.

Max is an unreliable narrator. She's a good example someone who has a perspective of themselves that necessarily translate into reality, and she's also a good example that we're often much harsher on ourselves than other people are. She thinks no notices her, but most of Blackwell seem to think of her fondly. It's a good reminder that people don't get themselves from a 3rd person view, and if we did, there's a good chance a lot of the negative perceptions we have about ourselves would look differently in another light.

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

Warnings: None! It’s purely fluff! (Semi-Established relationship)

Daniel • Jay • Jace • Vasco • Eli • Warren • Olly • Jake • Lineman •

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 🝮 He was tired from... Actually, you’re not sure. He’s always tired by the time we swings by your place.

🝮 You could tell his eyelids were getting heavy. He tried stifling his yawns as best as he could… but…

🝮 His cheek made contact with your shoulder, first. Warm, and, despite appearances, pudgy. 🝮 Your fingers brushed back his swoop of bangs.

🝮 He stirred, mumbling an apology.

🝮 You insisted it was fine, but eased him into your bed anyways. It wasn’t comfortable on the futon.

🝮 Your head hit your pillow about an hour later. Sleep was crawling at the corners of your mind. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness. 🝮 And then there’s Daniel.

🝮 It was subconscious. An accident. (Since he sleeps on— himself— all the time.)

🝮 Suddenly you felt the warmth of his mochi cheeks… on your chest?!

🝮 🚩🚩🚩

🝮🚨🚨🚨

🝮 *Panic screams*

🝮 A ton of heat rushes to your face. You’re not sure what to do…!

🝮 You look down at his sleeping features. The glow of the night light cascading pink warmth against his profile… his bangs that fall in just the right way. It makes you wanna melt.

🝮 He relaxes into your body; and soon your pulse steadies. 🝮 He insists; it was unintentional.

𝐉𝐚𝐲

🝮 You can tell that he’s getting just a little frustrated with the design-portion of your exams.

🝮 It’s your second year in the Fashion course. You and Jay are currently struggling to invent any whimsical outfit ideas for your mid-term assignment.

🝮 You see his head lower closer to his desk as he rips out yet another page from his sketchpad.

🝮 “Is it the anatomy again? Or the actual clothes?”

🝮 He glances back at you, a frown molded onto his lips.

🝮 One nod of the head confirms your suspicions.

🝮 You set down your pencil.

🝮 “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna get burn-out if you don’t…” you warn firmly

🝮 Despite the rapid shakes of his head, you drag him up from his seat and onto the couch.

🝮 Cross-legged, huddled in the corner of the sofa, you force your partner upright. 🝮 Your hands curl into his taught muscles. He flinches upon the contact, recoiling slightly. You rub more gently. 🝮 You smile as you watch Jay slowly melt into your massage. His head droops forward, his back muscles relieved of their tension.

🝮 And then… the faux-blonde began slowly reclining onto your smaller form.

🝮 His head lay against your chest gently, pinning you to the arm of the sofa.

🝮 What could you do but watch his chest heave rhythmically up and down? It distracted you from admiring his aristocratically sculpted features; including but not limited to his tempting lips, defined collar bone, and tiny nose

🝮 You swore, you saw on “sleeping beauty’s” seemingly blank face, the tiniest smirk etch into the corners of his mouth

🝮 Jay shook his head when you accused him of being awake… but you were both well aware of the truth.

🝮 He was tired. But it was semi-intentional

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

🝮 It doesn’t matter if he’s an intellectual genius… or a kid detective… or any of that crap.

🝮 Jace Park, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting you to be “touch starved.” 🝮 He wasn’t entirely convinced he knew what that meant…

🝮 But here he was, playing a good boyfriend like the hopeless romantic he was. 🝮 And there you were… sprawled out on his bed, running your fingers through his hair while his head rested on your chest.

🝮 He faced away from you… towards your mix-matched socks. His cheek warmer than usual against your fully-clothed chest.

🝮 Your fingers released his hair for a moment to tease his ears

🝮 You feel the weight on your chest heat up increasingly, so you stop, a hint of a smirk toying at your lips

🝮 “What’d you mean by touch starved?” Jace asks finally, glancing up at you with no-nonsense interest.

🝮 You look away sheepishly, once again tugging on his hair to distract yourself

🝮 “I dunno. I just felt kinda… like I hadn’t been touched in a while.” 🝮 Jace releases a hum that you can feel vibrate his entire being. It makes your heart pound a little faster.

🝮 He’d probably fall asleep like that; lying on your chest. But of course, only per your request. He’s much too good embarrassed for those sorts of scandalous things.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 Everything about this man is heavy. 🝮 His entire physique screams “I weigh over 200 lbs.”

🝮 So you’re a little scared. You’re scared of what he’s capable of.

🝮 You’re scared of what he could do to you- intentional or not. 🝮 Vasco is Vasco. And no matter how much they insist… St. Bernard’s aren’t meant to be lap dogs.

🝮 You want to deny him the opportunity…

🝮 But you feel a surge of trust when you look into his eyes.

🝮 He looks calm at the moment. Mature. His eyes are dark, and yet they hold their docile gentleness that assures you he isn’t in his “predator” mode.

🝮 He asks again, softly:

🝮 “Can I listen to your heart?”

🝮 You release a sigh, nodding your head without much hesitation. You’ve made up your mind, after all.

🝮 Vasco is about to bend down, but you stop him.

🝮 “Let’s just lay on my bed…” you murmur quietly. It’s a real struggle to battle off your growing blush

🝮 So that’s how you ended up pressed against your pillow, legs intertwined with his, your fingers laced together and laid across his broad shoulders.

🝮 Vasco was listening to your heart for a good long while, glancing up at you with wide and innocent puppy-eyes

🝮 You smoothed back his hair just in time to see his eyes flutter shut

🝮 Vasco wasn’t that heavy…

🝮 His cheek felt feather-light against your chest- his body hardly applying any pressure onto yours.

🝮 You sign heavily, rubbing his back with your hands. He’ll keep up the intense plank until he wakes up. You know that.

🝮 He falls asleep on your chest really quickly. He’ll ask permission before though! 🥺

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 You’re both really tired.

🝮 Eli’s eyes have dark rings beneath them. He’s still smiling- even if it looks Barbie-level plastic at this point. His hair is all rumpled, too.

🝮 You pull down the covers and begin crawling into bed: “Is her fever down?”

🝮 Eli nods, sliding next to you lethargically

🝮 You’re too tired to even blush, nodding your head as he draped his leg around your frame

🝮 You wrap your arm around his shoulders, egging him closer to you

🝮 And soon, his warm breath is tousling against your shirt. He’s completely out of it…

🝮 You let your eyes shut.

🝮 You absorb in the feeling of Eli laying on top of you, legs straddling your side, cheek melting into your chest, his hair tickling your chin.

🝮 You stay like that for a long time, both just resting your eyes.

🝮 When you feel Eli’s face heating up, even when he’s deep in sleep, you have to promise yourself not to groan when he wakes up

🝮 The start of a fever, for Eli, means that he has trouble falling asleep. 🝮 Especially since Yenna is already sick…

🝮 It also means that now, you’ve become his personal pillow.

🝮 His favorite pillow.

🝮 It’s very intentional; but it’s something both of you initiate, so…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You force his head forward.

🝮 Sitting on the couch, your legs draped around his shoulders; you’re attempting to style the mighty Warren Chae’s hair

🝮 Your hands comb through his dark black strands of hair, gel smearing across the roots of his hair.

🝮 It smells like hair product; which he hates; but you tell him that he has to look nice today, and you won’t let him leave without looking a little different

🝮 Finally, with all his moaning about how painful it is, you give up

🝮 “Fine. Get up here on the couch is you have to…” you mutter vehemently, glaring at him

🝮 Warren is fine.

🝮 The-Diva-Warren-Chae is not.

🝮 “(My) Butt hurts.”

🝮 “You poor thing,” you deadpan

🝮 You’re well aware that he isn’t fond of fixing up his appearance. And you’re also aware that sitting on hard concrete isn’t exactly comfortable.

🝮 You spread out your legs further to accommodate his hips. Your hands reach up for his hair, once again swishing it back with more elegance than it usually has.

🝮 As you continue to swoop his hair back, tugging gently at the roots, you start to feel the weight of his back in between your legs.

🝮 And slowly… Warren slips downward.

🝮 The back of his head rests against your chest; pressed close to your pathetically pounding heart.

🝮 You sputter, shaking his shoulders lightly.

🝮 He hums in reply. “Let me sleep…”

🝮 You sigh. Your hands entangle into his hair, and you rest your chin against his head.

🝮 He fell asleep. It was probably an accident… right?

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 Olly was concentrating, you noticed.

🝮 There was a slight change in his posture; a decline in his usual chaotic-energy that always filled the room

🝮 He leaned forward onto his knees, cupping his cheek with his hand and draping the other across his thighs.

🝮 First, you had tried to ignore it. He was staring at your side profile, wordlessly, with a neutral expression.

🝮 You knew it was wrong... But compared to his fake smiles- you preferred his serious face. Just... Not when it was directed at you.

🝮 You turned to him tentatively, quirking a brow. “What is it now?”

🝮 His expression doesn’t change. He just mumbles: “Nothing.”

🝮 And then just as you turn away: “Lay down.”

🝮 You turn abruptly to him, puzzlement washing over your features.

🝮 “How many pills did you have—?” “Can you just do it already?-!”

🝮 Olly rises, shrugging off his jacket and pushing you onto the sofa.

🝮 Son of a…

🝮 For a feeling moment you think he’s going to take advantage of you. Or hurt you. Or do something that’ll negatively affect you for the rest of your-

🝮 And then his head falls onto your chest.

🝮 👁👄👁

🝮🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

🝮 “What’re you doing?” You ask

🝮 His knees are on the ground, shoulders hunched over you, and face relaxing on your chest.

🝮 He turns towards you, taking a moment to burry into your chest face-down, before returning your gaze. 180°.

🝮 “What’s it look like?” He asks excitedly-

🝮 When he’s this close you can very distinctly see the inked star (✵) next to his eye, and the freckles that hide on the bridge of his nose.

🝮 You just sigh, shoving his head to the other side.

🝮 You lay there for about… half an hour? And when your body starts to cramp up, and you want to move…

🝮 You realize that Big Daddy, Olly Wang, is asleep.

🝮 He had initiated it. But it did feel… comfortable.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 “Mr. Butt?” 🝮 “Mrs. Boobs?”

🝮 “Oh shut up!”

🝮 You don’t quite remember how this happened… only that now that you were both in this position, neither of you had the intention of leaving.

🝮 Jake Kim had very soft hair. You knew that already… you had cut it for him on numerous occasions.

🝮 You had asked about it, and Jake had said you could touch it.

🝮 But now here he was, teasing you just as relentlessly as you were teasing him.

🝮 With your fingers entangled in his hair, your faces a breath apart from each other, you were certain that whatever move you made would have to really throw him off.

🝮 “…Look (Y/N)… I appreciate the gesture and all… but now you’re kinda pulling on my—”

🝮 Think? There isn’t any time to think.

🝮 You flop backwards onto the armchair, and Jake falls with you.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get more comfortable. Jake, forgetting his previous discomfort, slides his hips into the side of the oversized chair, spooning your frame and smashing it into the other arm.

🝮 Strings of conversation murmur through the room without much point. You both have one goal, it would seem.

🝮 As much as Jake would rather be in your position, he complies to the situation he’s in.

🝮 Gradually the two of you melt together, Jake’s cheek resting against your chest.

🝮 He feels warm, and slightly heavy. Your fingers awkwardly retract from his hair in order to trace his side profile.

🝮 Seeing as your banter has died out, and you both feel somewhat comfortable, it’s only natural that Jerry finds you asleep in that very position.

🝮 It was a gradual process that both of you partook in. Afterwards, Jake didn’t tease you about it, and you both only mentioned it on occasion.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 He’s just a little bit tired, he says.

🝮 You can tell, just by looking at him, that that’s a load of ␈

🝮 Soon you’re gesturing him into your bed, even if it does kill you that his sneakers are still on.

🝮 You help him shrug off his jacket, despite him insisting he can handle it on his own.

🝮 “You say that, but you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

🝮 And collapse he did.

🝮 You heard him flop down onto your pillows, and gave him a few minutes or so to fall asleep.

🝮 Now it was your turn, and since you were quite confident he was unconscious, it didn’t bother you at all to strip naked and get into your sleeping wear in front of him.

🝮 Him: ➖👄➖ 💤

🝮 You’d never tell him what he “missed out” on, because truly he didn’t miss anything that would really impress him-

🝮 You crawl beside him, tucking your legs under the covers.

🝮 First you wrap your arm around his neck.

🝮 Bless him for being a side sleeper. 😩

🝮 He’s out cold. Really cold.

🝮 Cradling his head and moving it onto your chest isn’t a problem. He complies easily.

🝮 You’ve always wanted to sleep with him like this. Without him at night, you turn on all three nightlights and cradle your pillow until morning.

🝮 But now that Lineman’s with you, you can sleep.

🝮 You initiated it, of course, but in the morning the only one with regrets is you for not doing it sooner.

🝮 (Also he thinks this is a sign that you wanna start something so you gotta push him off of you to go to school)

Part 2. Ft Gun, Goo, James/DG, Vinjin, Johan, Zack? Anyone?