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BE WARNED SPOILERS FOR THE LOKI SEASON 2 FINALE AHEAD

Summary: What if…you'd broken Frigga's memory spell without Loki? | Your search for your husband leads you to a peculiar void beyond the Nine Realms, to a place that vaguely resembles the Tree of Life that you'd only read about in historical texts.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: angst with no happy ending in sight; this is in the RTC universe so…themes of incest if you squint; Loki S2 finale spoilers; slight violence in the beginning [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: gonna repeat it again…Loki S2 finale spoilers ahead; no prior reading of RTC is required to suffer enjoy reading this story

"I will ask you one final time, you sadistic hedonist," you panted, taking a moment to lean on Stormbreaker while the eccentric tyrannical leader of Sakaar laid bleeding on the ground. One hand clutched his abdomen where you'd struck him, the other gingerly held his broken nose.

This wasn't something that you enjoyed doing, putting others through pain. But knowing Loki's history with this Grandmaster long before you two had met was easing your worry somehow that you were doing something reprehensible. There were pains that your beloved, even after all the time you'd known each other prior to your betrothal and marriage, were not quite ready to share with you.

His time in Sakaar was among those pains.

That knowledge alone was enough to get you to stop catching your breath, marching over to the Grandmaster and pinning him to the ground with the end of your battle axe's handle.

"Where is Loki?"

"Lady, I already told you back in the viewing box, I haven't seen your u--Agh!" You pressed Stormbreaker's handle harder against a tender spot on his shoulder, his body visibly showing signs of surrender before he started tapping on the floor. "Alright I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whined.

"Shall we try this again, then?" He did his best to nod his head, sighing heavily. "Where did you last see him?"

"I swear to you on my Champion's grave it's been millions of years for me here in Sakaar," he choked out, still audibly struggling to draw in his breath. "It was a time he didn't even know you yet. You probably hadn't even been born."

"So you truly bear no knowledge of my husband's whereabouts?"

"Your hus--I thought he was--"

"Mind your words, charlatan god." He let out another groan of pure agony as you pressed harder on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! I--I really don't know where he is, Your Highness, I don't--"

"Then what use are you to me," you said darkly, another corner of your soul feeling ass if the lights had gone out. Another dead end.

You took a dagger out with your free hand, the Grandmaster's pleas of mercy sounding muffled as they fell on your dulled ears. Nothing he had to say could spare him now; to you, he was no longer a lead, a well lit path that could perhaps point you to where Loki had been all this time.

Now he was simply a shadow of your husband's past. Something so dark that he didn't even dare let you know about it.

Despair began to seep into your veins, a single question overtaking all other remotely coherent thought. Would you ever find him? Would you ever get to apologize? To tell him how you felt? How you'd always felt?

Before you could strike, a loud crack resounded throughout the Grandmaster's suite, coming from a glowing green portal that appeared in the center of the room.

"I would probably take that call, if I were you," the Grandmaster quipped, exhaling a large sigh of relief when you removed the weight of Stormbreaker off of him as you stepped toward the portal. Once the threshold had begun to close after you stepped through, he let out a final sentiment. "Please say hello to your husband for me when you find him."

That was more than enough for you to decide throwing your dagger into the small opening that remained, hitting the smug anachronistic bastard on his uninjured shoulder.

Then the portal finally closed, leaving you in a place you couldn't quite describe. All you knew was that it felt like a place you should never have been allowed access to. A place that should be beyond you. Beyond anyone.

Winding, glowing vines surrounded you, each of them looked and sounded as if they were teeming with a life of its own. If you listened carefully you could hear voices. Your voices. Infinite iterations of them. But one rang clearer than every other in the entire space.

"Did I do something that angered the Norns so fiercely that they condemned me to love a man I could never have?"

"I know what it feels like to kiss him. To touch him. To be desired by him. And it's ripping me apart to know that I will never know that again."

"The people will look at this union and see it for what it is. Sinful. Shameful!"

You tried to block the memories out of your mind, of you begging your grandmother Queen Frigga to lock your memories away. Of arguing with your grandfather Odin and with your father Thor because they were signing your life away to marry Loki. Of the harsh words you spat at them all behind closed doors.

Of the day the lock on your mind finally broke, after finding your journals prior to the spell being cast chronicling how you'd fallen for the god despite your better judgment. The head-splitting agony of your memories reconciling and finding their place back in your mind.

An agony suffered in your lonesome while Loki was away on assignment.

You scrambled desperately to think of anything else, to follow along the path of the vines and hear something other than your own mistakes being echoed back at you. These desperate attempts made you realize that the vines converged in a structure that eerily resembled an image that you'd only learned about in your youth.

"Yggdrasil?" you whispered in awe, your feet bringing you closer still until you found a parting just large enough for one to squeeze through.

Once you'd finally freed yourself from the winding vines, all air left your lungs at the sight that greeted you. A golden throne at the heart of the tree. All the vines anchored to the man -- or God, rather -- seated in it.

Loki.

"You've left quite a trail of bodies in your wake throughout this quest of yours, little Princess," he spoke, not moving even a fraction from where he sat.

He gave you a soft smile, tears beginning to form in his eyes as he stared at you. As if he couldn't believe you were here with him.

"It's been too long, my darling wife."

You'd rehearsed time and time again throughout your search for your husband what you would say to him once you'd been reunited. You would tell him how wrong you were for how you behaved throughout your betrothal, your marriage. And you would abandon every shred of your pride and beg for his forgiveness. You would tell him you loved him, that you'd always loved him.

And that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

Yet somehow you could form none of those words. Instead you finally felt your body succumb to the tiredness brought about by the centuries you'd spent searching and laying waste to every imaginable corner of the Nine Realms and beyond for even the slightest shred of a clue as to where he could have been.

Instead you sunk to your knees, the tears streaming down your face as you stumbled over your words. "I remember everything. I had to find you. Tell you that I'm--"

"I know you are, my love. I watched you on the day the spell broke, the day you finally remembered. I wanted so desperately to come home to you. To not let you have to endure that pain alone."

"Why didn't you?" you blurted out, staring at all the vines he held in his hands. "What are all these?"

"Timelines," he answered you simply, giving you a minuscule shrug of his shoulders. "In every single one, there is an iteration of you and me. Some circumstances may differ, minor details. But at the heart of each of them, we live a life together. We find each other, fall in love. In some we even start a family."

"A family," you repeated breathlessly. The knowledge that each vine -- each timeline -- that was anchored to him held a variation of you and him, of your story, began to eat away at you, flooding you with guilt.

How wretched did you have to be that in your timeline you'd rejected him? Foolishly pushed him away with every mistake you made until finally it took you centuries to find him again?

"What happened?" you finally spoke after what felt like hours. "How did you get--"

"That is quite the long and harrowing tale, darling. In truth, it was a cavalcade of miscalculations and bad judgment calls, failed attempts of trying to save all these lives until I realized that the result would always stay the same if the equation contained the same variables."

"And what was that result?"

"Annihiliation," he answered you simply, giving you a misty eyed look. "Every single strand of time that I hold safe now would have been obliterated on sight. I know it. I've seen it. I've seen you disintegrate before me too many times than I wish to count. The device that once held them stable could no longer scale for an infinite number of possibilities, and letting countless timelines die in the name of the survival of a few was…unacceptable. The only thing that could carry a burden that great was--"

"A god," you finished, the words fighting you their entire way out, nearly choking you on the weight of them. The question that you wished to raise crippled you with its answer's implications. For you and your timeline specifically. "What happens if you let go?"

"It dies. Slowly. Drifts away until it eventually turns to ash." He began to make a motion, as if to approach you, until ultimately he decided against it. "This was the only way. It remains the only way. I must stay, and keep them safe. Watch our lives play out in derivatives of what ifs."

The selfish question that danced at the tip of your tongue plagued you with even more guilt. But what about my timeline? What about our life together? "There has to be another way," you grumbled, stubbornly shaking your head as if you were once again a toddler, refusing to accept the world for being what it was rather than what you wished it would be. "I could stay with you. I could stay and we can find a way together."

Your heart splintered watching him shake his head at you. "My beautiful headstrong wife," he breathed out, his tone filled with both fondness and heartbreak. "I can't in my good conscience let you abandon your life just so you could stay here with me. That would be too selfish, even for me. What would you have here?"

"You! I would have you. All these centuries I've spent in a desperate scramble to find you and tell you that I lo--" You found yourself completely choking on the words now, never having to articulate them before. "That I love you. That I've always loved you and I want us to start our lives together. I refuse to accept that after all this time I have to let you go. You can't make me."

"Asgard needs you, its future Queen."

"And I need you!" Your voice finally broke, sobs that you'd fought inside starting to bubble up. "It isn't fair that you hold all these different tellings of our story in your hands, but your story, yours and mine, ends in us apart. That you spend your days here, watching our life play out somewhere and somewhen else, and you're alone. Please don't send me away, husband," you began to beg. "Don't make me leave you. Let me stay."

He let out a sharp exhale, a tear escaping his eye, rolling down his cheek. "I've longed for the day I would hear you call me that," he sighed, a rueful smile gracing the handsome features that you were bereft of for centuries. "Truly I didn't think I would ever see you again, Y/N. My Y/N. I never thought that I would have you before me, and I hear those words you would only say in dreams with my own ears. Thank you, my dear heart. You have given me a gift in this quest of yours, in having a final moment with the woman I love…" More tears rolled down his cheeks when his smile widened before finishing his sentiment. "And the woman that loves me."

Your sobs filled the endless space, your body collapsing onto the ground as your grief overtook you. The notion of grieving for the living never seemed sensical to you until now. Now that the man, the god, you loved was calling this the last time you would ever see each other.

And you knew in your heart that with the power he wielded now, he could make that your reality without even lifting a finger. He could push you out of this void and back into any timeline of his choosing just as easily as he pulled you out of Sakaar.

The feel of familiar large hands pulling you up to your feet startled you, only having the briefest moment to look at your husband before he pulled you into a crushing embrace. You didn't think twice before wrapping your arms around him, holding him as close as you could and sobbing into his shoulder before realizing…

If his hands were on you, then why were the vines still in place?

"Loki," you sobbed. "Husband, please. No illusions."

"I can't hold you," he said, choking back his own sobs now. "I couldn't watch you break like this and do nothing." The duplicate he cast to hold you disappeared from your hold in a flash of green. "I've done it before against all my better judgment, I refuse to do it again."

"Then don't." Against your own better judgment, you stomped your foot, like a bratty child being told you had to go home. Which was almost precisely what this was. "If this is where you are and where you will remain, then this is where I wish to stay. With the god that owns my heart. With my husband." You blinked rapidly to expel the tears that blurred your vision before uttering the words that splintered at your heart even more. "I was made to be yours. You said that."

"And I yours," he finished, averting his gaze, letting his own tears drop to the fabric of his trousers. "In every timeline. We must take solace in knowing that among these infinite tales, one is ours. What could have been ours."

"What should be ours," you insisted. You made your way over to him, placing your hand on the side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the sight breaking your heart further. "Our story deserves its bliss-laden epilogue, too."

"Not at the cost of everyone else's. Deep down you know this to be true."

"That does not mean I accept it," you grumbled. "Let me stay."

"You know that I can't. I will not subject you to live out the rest of your days here. Without friends nor family, and only a husband that cannot even hold you as company."

"But at least you would have someone to hold you," you argued, throwing your arms around him and letting your tears flow once more. "I can't just leave you here all on your own. You can't make me." You knew that he damn right could.

"My love," he sighed, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. "I wish for you to live a long, and fulfilled life. You've lost so much time in your search for me only for it to end like this. I can give you those centuries back, as a final gift. Reverse the clock, undo the toll it took on you. Let this be the final token of my affection. My fealty. My undying vow."

"Let me keep my memories," you pleaded, already feeling that this would truly be your final moments with him. You did not need to turn your gaze to know that the portal leading back to Asgard was there, waiting for you. Perhaps he would simply nudge you through with his mind, knowing that you would refuse to leave. "Let me keep my remnants of you if that is all that I can leave this place with."

He nodded once. "Very well, little Princess. When you walk through the portal only the physical years will be stripped away. Live well, and remember always that I love you. My heart will only ever belong to you. Until the end of time."

"I love you," you choked out through your tears. "Husband." Your heart ached at the sight of his tears, not bothering to fight back the urge to kiss them away. "I will miss you desperately and always. In every step that I must take in this life without you."

"You will always have me by your side," he swore. "When you feel a presence you cannot see, in gentle breezes within a still room. I will always be there."

You continued to wipe his tears away, the god constantly kissing at your palms. Seemingly refusing to let you go, too.

"May I kiss you?" you asked, barely audibly, your voice unable to even completely form the words. "One last time?"

He gave you a small nod, and you leaned in to press your lips to his, trying to pour out your years of lost time and the future that you were doomed to lose in just a few short moments into that single kiss. You could feel that when he kissed you back, he did so with both all the love he'd never been able to give you before, and the love that he would never be able to bestow in the future.

It was a kiss of finality. A kiss of goodbye. A bittersweet final page in the story of you and Loki.

I love you more than words can ever say, his voice echoed in your mind. Goodbye, my love. My fated. My darling wife.

When you pulled away he was gone. And you'd been returned to your shared chambers back in Asgard. As he promised, the physical toll the centuries-long search had taken on your body were gone. No more scars from miscalculated skirmishes. No more bruises from Sakaar.

No more physical reminders of what you'd endured trying to reunite with the love your life.

All that remained were the memories of those years, and your time in his domain beyond the Realms.

"Goodbye, my darling husband. My love. My Loki," you whispered into the quiet of your marital chambers, sinking to your knees once more and letting out a shriek of pure agony, the sobs swiftly returning and wracking your entire body as you lay pathetically on the floor.

"Y/N??"

The sound of your mother Lady Sif's voice provided little comfort, but it felt like a familiar balm. "Mother," you said weakly, unmoving from your spot on the ground even as she rushed to you, cradling you in her lap.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" She stroked your hair while your tears soaked her sleep dress. You felt her wave someone over, and moments later you felt your grandmother Queen Frigga's presence in the room with you.

"I lost. I lost and I know not what to do now," you managed to say through your tears.

"What did you lose, Daughter?"

You'd briefly considered explaining your journey, from breaking the spell, to your journey through the centuries, to Loki's domain beyond the reach of space and time. To relay what had become of your husband.

Ultimately the words were beyond you due to your grief.

"Everything," you answered her, holding on to her tight as if you were a child again. This would be the only semblance of comfort you would have. "I lost everything."

A/N: I had to after that finale had me processing and feeling the big sad all day, I promise I'm working on 2 other stories based on the finale that have kinda better endings.

Also I sobbed throughout writing this entire thing, just for the record.

Now here's the song to add to the vibe:

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ooostarwarsfandom501st · 1 month

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Reunion

Hunter x Fem! Jedi reader

Summary: you reunite with your old squad after Order 66...

Warnings: Mild descriptions of injuries, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing, Order 66 mentions, I think Hunter deserves his own warning as well ;-)

Hey! This is my first small one-shot on Tumblr. I have been writing a few stories and other things in my life, but it is not something I've done in a while, so it's probably not my best. But please, feel free to leave a comment with some ideas for other one-shots etc. Enjoy!

Kallar.

Worst kriffing planet in your life! Not so much the planet itself, but more the traumatic events that happened there.

Before the war, you were a young Jedi Knight. Your old master, Plo Koon, had supervised most of your training, and you were thriving. At least, until the war came and you were thrown into a big pile of galactic bantha shit.

At first, you served with the 104th battalion along with your old master. You and Commander Wolffe worked well together and things were always a little bit easier, when you did it together.

But after a bit you grew more and more restless, not really having a feeling of being useful - at least, as much as you used to have. You tried pushing those ridiculous thoughts away, but that proved a lot harder than you thought.

Although you loved the Wolfpack who had all become your friends, despite the Jedi Code, you knew it was probably time to move on.

That's when Clone Force 99 came into the picture.

Those boys were everything you loved and longed to be. Diving headfirst into battle with a more or less reckless plan, but somehow always pulling it off. Sometimes, it honestly surprised you how well they worked, considering there were only 4 of them.

Crosshair was the most difficult one to connect with. He didn't really understand the need for a Jedi General, when him and his brothers had always worked alone. You did understand his point of view, but you weren't going anywhere. You loved this squad. It took many rotations, but after a rather difficult mission where you saved his life in a daring manner, he slowly began warming up to you.

Then came Tech. After you got over his ridiculously huge brain, you started paying more attention to his, as his brothers call them, 'info-dumping's' and it turned out that they were actually quite interesting. And when Tech realized that you were paying attention and sometimes even asking him questions, he always found you whenever he had something new to share about the planet you visited, or when you discovered an animal.

Wrecker was the easiest one to connect with. He was a giant with a heart of gold, always making you laugh until you couldn't breathe, always showing some new work out, and always having a blast with you, whenever you blew something up together. Being friends with Wrecker came as naturally as breathing.

And then Hunter.

The dark, mysterious, smoky and broody Sergeant of Clone Force 99. The first time you ever laid eyes one you, you were afraid your heart was giving out. Everything about him was captivating. His eyes telling but a million secrets, his voice sending shivers down your spine despite saying the most regular things, his majestic hair that you one time were allowed to braid because the temperature on Tatooine was unbearable Maker even his scent drove you crazy. When you learned about his enhanced abilities, you instantly knew that he must have heard your raping heart, but by the little smirk he send your way, he seemed to like it.

Although you cared deeply for all the boys, Echo as well when he joined the squad, Hunter was different. Your relationship wasn't labeled or anything. But it definitely wasn't platonic either. Not judging by the looks you always sent each other, or the way you always looked out for each other, touching each other in some small way like fingers brushing against each other, a hand on your back or on his arm. It was something much deeper. And you both knew it was so wrong. If you were caught, it would mean the end. But that didn't exactly stop you.

Not until Kallar.

When the troopers turned on you and Master Billaba, and you were the only one who got away, albeit with a nasty blaster shot to your shoulder, you turned and ran and you didn't look back once.

You heard the news. The Clones killed all the Jedi.

Your world was turned upside down. You thought about your old Master, about your old battalion, but mostly about Clone Force 99. If you faced them, you knew, you wouldn't be able to kill them.

So instead, you ran.

And for a while you hopped from planet to planet, earning credits by doing small jobs here and there. You hid everything. Your lightsaber was safely tucked away on you small ship, and instead you carried a blaster. You changed hair color, clothes and everything else you could, to change your appearance. You were constantly checking over your shoulder, afraid that the Empire would show up. Or worse, Hunter.

And then you met Phee. Completely random on the street, when you were running a job for some wealthy family. You were weary of her first, but then she showed you Pabu and now you owe her your life.

Life on Pabu was something else. Calm, warm, and everyone was so nice. And the best part of it, no one knew how you were. It was perfect.

As you were on your usual morning stroll, you got a comm from Phee, telling you to come to the square and meet her new friends. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and you were excited to see who Phee had met this time.

"Alright Phee, I'm here. Now who are..." you trailed off, freezing in your spot, when your eyes came in contact with the ship that had been your home many rotations ago.

Your brain was working overtime to find the best possible escape route, but it was too late. Four heads turned and starred at you, their eyes wide and mouths open.

"Y/N..." Wrecker was the first to open up, a smile spreading on his lips. But when he took a step forward, you took a step back on instinct and you saw the hurt flashing in his eyes.

"We... we thought, you were dead... is it really you?" He tried again, but you still said nothing.

"Uhh Y/N do you know them?" Phee was obviously confused

"Well obviously she must be rather cautios of us, given the circumstances in which we saw her last. But I believe she looks to be in good health" Albeit a surprised tone, Tech spoke up, adjusting his goggles.

It was too much for you. You were scarred, you couldn't look any of them in the eyes, especially not Hunter. So you turned and ran. Just like you did on Kallar.

Ignoring the calls from behind you.

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They couldn't believe their eyes, when they saw you. Hunter had been heartbroken that day on Kallar, and he never thought, he'd ever feel better. Then Omega showed up, and he suddenly had a new purpose in life. But when he saw her standing there on the square... he felt his world turn upside down again.

"Who was that?" Omega asked carefully, making Hunter look at her with soft eyes.

"An old friend who we thought had passed away" Hunter explained, not wanting to go into too much detail right away.

"You should talk to her" Echo nudged him, "We'll go with Omega"

Hunter shot his brother a grateful look and rushed after his cyare.

When he found you on the beach, his heart did a flip. You looked just a beautiful as the last time he saw you. You had changed, yes, but you were still you.

"Y/N please don't run away again" he begged, and when you turned around and finally met his eyes, you had tears in them.

"I- Hunter" was all you said. All you could manage to say. You still kept a small distance.

"I thought, I had lost you. When the regs starting shooting at you and Master Billaba... we are not with the Empire, cyare. I promise" his words were firm, but his voice were shaking.

Carefully, he took a step forward, and you stayed.

"Why did it happen?" You asked, having about a million questions.

"It's a long story, why don't you come back and I'll tell you everything?" he moved closer and closer until finally, he stood right in front of you.

You felt yourself breaking again, tears streaming down your face as you let Hunter embrace you.

"Oh Hunter..." you choked.

"Cyare... I missed you" he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I- I missed you too" you spoke, wiping your tears away after calming down.

For the first time you looked at him with love again, smiling softly at him. So much had happened. So much was lost. But now you had finally gained something again.

You didn't waist another second as your lips crashed against Hunter's, who let out a surprised groan, but quickly kissed you back, sneaking his arms around you as your lips moved in sync.

It was everything you and dreamed of for so long. It was perfect.

If possible, you pulled each other even closer and only pulled away to catch your breath, Hunter's forehead leaning against your own.

"Let's go back, I still have a million questions for you and the boys" you whispered, a pleasant smile on your face.

"On one condition" Hunter said, making you raise a brow at him. "No more hiding this. I love you, cyare. Will all my heart"

You didn't think it was possible, but your smile grew and you pecked his lips again.

"I love you too, Hunter. Now let's go back before Wrecker eats all the dinner"

And as you both laughed and bathed in the morning sun, you took his hand and for the first time since forever...

You were truly home.

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Okay, this is not my best work, but I still quite like it. Hope you all enjoyed as well <3 Again, feel very free to comment ideas for other one-shots etc. also, which characters you want to see. It can also be other clones or other Star Wars characters<3

Also - I probably wont be writing crazy smut, maybe spicy stuff but not full on crazy haha.

Bye <3

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coffeeandbatboys · 2 months

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Find me and don’t let go (Rex x Fem!Reader)

I was listening to Smart Iowa by Trousdale, and it made me think of this. I’m probably going to make a part 2

Warnings: angst, reunions, mentions of order 66, mentioned depression, happy ending, fluff, injury

It’s been 693 standard rotations since you fled Coruscant. You’d left everything behind when the troopers turned their guns on you. You were only a weapons officer, but standing up for your Jedi commander had labeled you a traitor.

Somehow, you ended up on Kintoni, a farming planet with rows of corn that went on as far as you could see. You’d gotten a cabin with a garden and adopted a little orphaned Tooka. This is where you stayed. You almost wished that your husband could see the life you’d built. It had been something you had talked about for “after the war”.

But the last time you’d seen him had been not long before order 66. He kissed you goodbye and left with Ahsoka.

You tried to contact him, but all you knew was that their Venator had crashed into a moon. You were devastated because the only thing that had kept you going through the war was Rex.

Footsteps sound from the porch, pulling you from your thoughts—followed by a groan and a frail knock.

Your Tooka growls, though it’s hardly threatening. You grab your blaster defensively, peering through the window. A cloaked figure is leaned against the doorframe, but 501st blue vambraces catch your eye.

It can’t be.

You throw the door open and…

There he is.

He’s bleeding, and his eyes are screwed shut in pain, but he’s alive. The blonde fuzz peeking out from beneath the hood tells you so.

“Rex?!?” You cry, reaching a shaking hand out to steady him.

He sways when his head snaps up. Upon seeing you, he falls to his knees and cries. You follow, hitting the ground and wrapping him up in your arms. You both cry.

“Mesh’la?” He chokes out. You nod into his shoulder, tears still flowing.

“You found me, Rex. I’m here.”

“Maker. Oh, Maker,” he cries “I thought you’d been killed and—“

You scoff, cutting him off. “I thought you were dead, love.”

He holds you tighter and cries into your chest.

“I’m right here, cyare.”

“I missed you.” You cried. “I almost couldn’t go on.”

Rex feels his heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Am I…” he hesitates. “Am I still your husband?”

The question makes you sob harder, but you pull away to cup his face.

“You’re the only man I have ever loved. Of course you’re still my husband.”

That’s the only confirmation he needs, catching your lips with his in a kiss you’ve waited nearly two years for. It’s followed by many desperate little kisses before you pull away, making up for lost time. He presses his forehead to yours, tears still slipping down both of your cheeks.

“Rex.” You cry. “I love you so much.”

He nods, wincing. “I love you more, Mesh’la.” He sucks in a breath and whimpers a little bit and you remember his injuries.

You pull away instantly, horrified that you could have forgot.

“Right, kriff. Here—“ he’s quite a bit larger than you, but you help him into the cabin and onto the chair that sits in the middle. You run to the ‘fresher and grab your med pack, returning to his side in record time.

He chuckles, noticing how flustered you are. You dab at the bruises and scratches on his face with the bacta gel, heart full of joy because he’s here. You don’t care how he got hurt or how he found you, because he came home to you. You couldn’t ask for anything more. He takes your hand to kiss your knuckles, and that’s when you know that everything is gonna be okay.

#star wars #captain Rex #Rex x female reader #captain rex x female reader #tcw Rex #tbb rex #rex x reader #the bad batch #the clone wars #Rex tbb #Rex tcw #captain rex x reader

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Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere

Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!

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“Father?”

“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.

“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.

Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”

You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.

Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.

You looked at him, confused.

“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”

Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”

He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”

“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.

“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”

“Even though it’s a bad career?”

“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”

You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”

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“I want to be a singer.”

Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.

“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.

“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.

“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.

Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.

“I think that is a respectable profession.”

At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.

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You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.

"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."

"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.

After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.

"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.

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You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.

"You did amazing!!"

"You're my new favorite singer."

"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."

"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."

"I knew you could do it."

"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."

Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.

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envy-of-the-apple · 1 year

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Yandere!Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

I haven’t written my man in soo longg. i claim to be an illumi stan but i only have like two fics for the guy. im so sorry illumi your dead fish eyes are the only eyes for me i swear. Highly inspired by this drabble made by flamingtrash. The way bestie writes illumi just lamenting just sends chills down my spine.

Target

(Warnings: Yandere, stalking, murder, more stalking, planning to murder, mentions of suicide)

Kill the husband, do whatever you want to the wife.

His mission is one of the simpler ones. He considers this busy work. His target is a regular civilian, a break from the numerous other assassins, hit-men, nen-users he typically was hired to do.

Still, Illumi takes his time, because every target deserves his vigilance, his dedication. It wouldn’t be right to just finish and go. He offers each life respect.

He remembers the reason why your husband has to die. Bribery, company theft, among many other things. The men who wanted him gone needed for him to disappear completely, not a trace of him left behind.

He has a feeling you wouldn’t go away just as easily.

It was a love marriage. You two met right after you graduated college, and it bloomed from there. Coffee dates, light night strolls, candlelight dinners. Domestic activities.

You loved your husband. Though Illumi isn’t intimate with the feeling, it’s clear to anyone who’s willing to watch. You’d been married for years, yet you still get so flustered at the mention of him. Twiddling thumbs, nervous laughter.

Your husband loves you too. Maybe just as much. He’s not as quick to show it. He’s close to inheriting the company from his father. He has a lot of work to do. It’s probably why he’s doing so many gray things. Your husband is stressed. He knows one day this will all catch up to him.

That day came when Illumi was handed 20 million jennies and a picture.

He watches because making it look like an accident is much harder to accomplish than it sounds. He considers pinning the blame on you, before he discards the thought. Insufficient.

But you really did love your husband. He isn’t usually so interested in his target’s marital affairs but he thinks he admires your loyalty. You’re so loving to him. Despite the busy lives you two lead, you manage to still think about him.

Like today, when you’re setting up the breakfast table. You place two bowls, despite the fact your husband’s still asleep in the bed you two share.

He’s been busy lately, constantly running from meeting to meeting. After a bit of scouting Illumi realizes that he’s only ever in two places: at the office, or in bed with you. Sometimes, just twice since Illumi has been observing, your husband crawls into a dark alley, filled with underdwellers, whispering about their latest schemes. He barely has time for breakfast.

A routine is being set in place. You make two plates, continuing to bustle away in the kitchen as you wait for him. He’ll leave in a hurry, as he always does, yelling out a ‘bye darling’ before slamming the door shut. You’ll come out of the kitchen a few minutes later to see the bowls untouched, and then you’ll frown. Like you always do.

And that worries Illumi because when your husband is gone and if you start putting together the pieces: always rushing everywhere, constantly being stressed, not eating breakfast anymore. He’d rather you be in the dark. He’d rather not waste his time killing you too. He wants you to play the part he set out to you; the heartbroken wife wondering how her husband could do this to himself when he was always so happy.

Today, Illumi decides to intervene when your husband leaves like that for the fifth day in a row. You hadn’t even realized the intruder when he casually steps into the dining room, too busy in the kitchen. He decides to dispose of your husband’s bowl in the bushes, where the stray cats can have their fill. It’s clean when Illumi drops the dish back to its place on the table.

You come out a few minutes later when Illumi safely retracts to his usual hiding spot. He watches you keenly, noting the perceived disappointment you have on your face like you’re already preparing yourself.

And then you stop, staring at the empty bowl.

A soft smile adorns your face. Your eyes crinkle.

You look so happy, as you sit down, eating your own breakfast. It confuses him, just how happy a small action made you.

It didn’t matter. This was good. If he kept this up, your husband’s demise would be a heartbroken tragedy, rather than suspected foul play. He shouldn’t be bothered by the details.

Days later, he still thinks about your smile.

He watches you more than he does his target.

Illumi can’t help himself. You’re so distracting. He doesn’t understand why. He should have been done with this mission weeks ago but he’s still here because he can’t understand you.

You’re normal by any standard. Completely average. You work a desk job, and come back home when you get off the clock. You have normal friends. You have a normal family. Nothing you do should surprise him.

But you do, nearly every day. He realizes you have these faces you show to others. Towards your co-workers, you’re polite and resigned. People who you’re closer to, family, close friends, your husband, you’re more sincere. You smile more. It’s fascinating to watch you switch depending on who you interact with.

It shouldn’t matter because everyone has different faces. Everyone does this, this is basic socialization in regard to his targets. You aren’t special.

Sometimes, Illumi catches himself wondering what face you would show him if you two ever met.

You’re so disgustingly normal as you sit in the living room of your house, watching a TV show he hardly cares about. You don’t seem to care either, more interested in babbling on the phone to your friend about some nonsense at work.

He should just kill you off too. It would be easier, less work on his part. It’s not like his clients care about what he does with you. You are an anomaly, but in the grand scheme of things, you are dispensable, irrelevant to his job. You won’t matter.

You shouldn’t matter.

You’re clumsy, it’s a common trait Illumi has noticed. You show your skill off almost every day. Take this moment, for instance, as you get up, you nearly drop your phone, catching it in the knick of time. You laugh to your friend about it in relief and Illumi thinks you wouldn’t be a good fit within his family. He strangely doesn’t mind your helplessness, however.

He catches himself again. He curses. He really should just kill you.

It’d be so easy to, it’s not like you made it hard. You don’t have any combat experience, you don’t even realize he’s there, right behind you, watching you work away in the kitchen as you continue to talk to your friend in utter obliviousness.

He’s close enough to smell your perfume.

When you turn, he’s back in his perch, onlooking the window. As usual, you don’t spot any evidence of the stranger being in your home, close enough to touch you. You continue stirring away a dish, still on the phone.

He really should just kill you.

Illumi thinks your friends serve their purpose.

Since he is unable to interrogate you, your friends do it for him. They get you drunk in the restaurant you three had booked weeks ago, tipsy on a strain of alcohol he’d barely consider strong. It’s enough to spill your deepest secrets he could never uncover himself. A childhood past files could never tell him.

Your friend makes a comment about how the kid version of you would probably be scandalized at how you turned out. A slurred laugh bubbles out of your lips. Illumi thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“You sound just like my husband,” You say with mirth. Your friend frowns.

“Speaking of him…are the two of you okay? He didn’t show up to the dinner party last week.” Your husband hadn’t. Instead, he’d left you alone while he went to go and make more blood money. You frown, like you’re remembering it too.

“Yeah,” You murmur, “He’s been busy lately. It’s something at work.”

“Has he been specific?” Another friend presses. You look pensive.

“Not really,” You respond. They frown at eachother, casting a knowing look.

“Stop,” You say, your voice losing all humor, “It’s not like that. You two think so lowly of him. He’s not that kind of man.” And it’s true. Your husband doesn’t cheat. He bribes and launders instead.

“He’s been…really tired lately. He sleeps like a rock all night, but in the morning it looks like he hadn’t even gotten a wink. His eye bags have eye bags.” You frown, taking another sip of your drink. “I always feel so guilty, like I should be doing something.”

“Have you tried speaking to him about it?” One asks.

You smile without mirth.

“He doesn’t talk to me. Sometimes-sometimes I feel like he really wants to, but is afraid to, which is so stupid. It’s like he doesn’t know that I’ll love him no matter what he does.”

Illumi believes you. He really does. He suddenly realizes that if your husband admitted everything he’s been doing right now; you’d forgive him, you’d accept him, you’d still love him.

You’re so loyal to him. Only him. Even when your husband doesn’t really deserve it, it was love. True love.

That’s why he was so drawn to you. He wanted a wife just like you. Hell, if he had a perfect wife, he’d launder, and bribe, and steal to keep you too.

He leaves after that. The mystery was solved. He could finally complete his mission.

He wastes no time getting to your home, getting to his target.

Killing the man was easy. Illumi barely breaks a sweat. Your husband is dead, and at his feet, within seconds.

Then he waits.

He waits for you to come home, he waits for you to see the scene. He decides that he’ll let you grieve for thirty seconds. Half a minute, before he breaks your neck, and then you’ll join your beloved.

He isn’t usually so gracious, but he feels indebted to you. He’s grateful that you showed him that something like this exists. Utter devotion. He wants someone like you in his life. Someone who will smile and laugh and be intertwined with him, forever.

He’ll pay it back by giving you time with your husband. It’s the least he can do.

The door clicks an hour later. He patiently waits. Waits for you to see your lover, waits for you to scream, waits for you to see him. He’ll give you thirty seconds. Just thirty seconds.

Forty-five seconds pass.

Your eyes meet his first.

You smile.

“Hey.”

You’re intoxicated. He can smell the wine from your lips as you stumble forward, lightly tripping on your heels. He’s close enough that you fall into him. He could have moved away, avoiding your clumsy body, letting you fall on a heap to the floor.

He’s never minded your clumsiness.

Illumi stays, gently pressing his fingertips into your shoulders, stabilizing you. You’re so soft under his touch. Delicate. He’s suddenly afraid a single move might snap you in half.

You laugh, and although your voice is heavy with alcohol, it’s so light and free. You look at him, really really look at him. Your eyes are glimmering and he’s wondering if the night sky itself was etched into your eyes.

“My hero,” You say so so lovingly and it clicks.

You think he’s your husband.

Why else would you be so happy? You can’t see him that well, not with your poor eyesight, an average human’s ability. Not when you’re so drunk off of the sweet wine he can practically taste from your lips.

You don’t see the dead body right at your feet. You just see Illumi.

Still, he doesn’t pull away. You don’t either, choosing to wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him closer. You’re so warm. You fit perfectly against his body.

If he presses himself any closer, if he brings his hand up, right by your neck, and squeezes just so slightly, he’d be able to feel all of you. The blood pumping in your veins, sending oxygen, nutrients, everything that keeps you here. You’re alive. You aren’t dead, not yet. That’s why you’re so warm, not a cold corpse.

He thinks he prefers you this way.

“Sorry I was so late,” You’re slurring your words, but he understands them anyway, “I hadn’t seen the girls in a while. Hope you’re not too mad.”

He doesn’t reply. You don’t seem to care, pressing up against him again. It feels so intimate, he’s not used to this. For once, in the many years he’s lived without doubt, he’s stuck.

You managed to do that to him. Disarm him. You are surely the most dangerous opponent he’s had to face.

You’re pulling away, a pout on your lips.

“I knew it, you are mad,” You sigh, “Is there any way you can forgive me? Maybe…”

You don’t finish your sentence, pressing up, messily pressing your warm lips to his. He’s kissed before, he’s not unnerved to the notion of touch, contact.

But he can taste the ambrosia on your tongue. It’s addictive.

“Sorry,” You whisper when you pull away. He doesn’t want you to. “I’m sorry.”

You’re looking at him again, and your eyes are simmering, smoldering with a feeling that looks so dirty. You’re looking at him with absolute adoration and he strangely feels like he’s about to break.

“You forgive me, right?”

He makes his decision when you intertwine your hand in his, leading him to your bedroom. He makes sure you avoid stepping over your husband, guiding you away from the body. You’re giggling in his arms, caressing his hands. His face.

Why would he give a fuck about having someone like you when he could just have you?

When you reach to turn on the bedroom light he’s quick to intervene, pinning you against the bed. Your intoxicated mind is eager to forget, clumsily reciprocating.

He reaffirms his decision when he bites your neck, hearing you moan and writhe beneath him.

He’ll keep you. After all, he’s worked so hard over these years. He deserves an award.

You’ll love him, the same way you loved your husband, the rotting corpse he hopes will burn somewhere far far away from you two.

And if you don’t. That’s okay too. Illumi has more than enough love to go around.

#dark content #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #Dark Illumi Zoldyck #yandere #x reader #stalking #murder #Illumi laments about killing you a lot #he's just shy i swear #hired gun #suicide mention #implied dubcon #delusion #yandere hxh

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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I request a villain tricking hero into falling in love with them. Pretty pls 🥺

“I know you think this is real,” the villain said. “But it’s not.”

The hero’s smile died.

“What do you mean?” they asked.

The back of their throat etched. They couldn’t breathe.

They felt like a kid with open knees. Like a student before taking a test. Like an adult getting into a fatal accident.

“I mean that I used you.” The villain had the audacity to look sympathetic. “You’re pliant, quick to manipulate. You trust people with ease. You’re very assailable.”

The hero swallowed.

Five minutes ago, everything had been fine, they didn’t understand…

“You don’t love me?” they asked. They felt the breakdown coming, how everything started to spin around them. That was why they were second-guessing everything. People like this, horrible people like this—

“I don’t love you.” The hero bit into the soft flesh of their mouth’s inside, hard enough to draw blood. They’d done it a million times before: it was an ancient habit they had learnt in their childhood. No one likes crying children. No one likes crying people.

Someone had told them these lines but they couldn’t remember who exactly had taught them not to cry.

“I suppose you used me for information?” the hero asked, trying to turn into an emotionless shell as so often. This time, it was harder than usual, though. They tried to restrain themselves. Don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry— “Or was it just for pleasure?”

“Information,” the villain said politely. “I could tell you how sorry I am but that won’t give you any comfort and — on top of that — it would be far from the truth.”

The villain talked to them as if they were talking about the weather. About sports. About anything else but this betrayal and all the pain that came with it.

“I understand,” the hero said. “You have your superiors and I have mine.”

“It was my idea. My plan. Yada, yada, yada…” The hero looked at them from across the kitchen table of the home they shared. It was a knife in the chest.

Controlling their tears got more difficult, so they fell silent, staring at the fridge. It took them a few long seconds to find the words.

“I suppose you’re telling me this because you got your information?” The villain took a sip of their coffee and the hero wanted to do the same with theirs until they realised that their mouth was full of blood.

“Yes. And you kept talking about marriage,” the villain said. “Legal stuff is difficult to wriggle out of.”

The knife pushed.

“I thought suggesting it was reasonable. A three year relationship is serious in my eyes.”

The villain looked at them.

“It wasn’t in mine.” And the knife twisted. Bleeding out didn’t sound that bad right now. God, what the hero would give to walk into the woods and never come out of them. Giving their body to the earth and finally ending all of this.

They had really thought they’d get the happy ending. They’d thought all the scars could heal. All the abuse and the mistreatment, the pain and discomfort, they had really thought all of this could be ending.

But maybe they didn’t deserve it.

“You’re a good actor,” the hero said. One silly part of their brain hoped the villain was lying. “I really thought dancing in the moonlight and talking about trauma or kissing on New Year’s Eve meant something.”

“What you deem important isn’t important to me. I don’t care about this relationship. I never did,” the villain said. The hero swallowed the blood and closed their eyes, taking in a deep and toxic feeling breath.

“I think that’s enough,” the hero said. “I understand.”

The villain didn’t get up from their seat.

“Good. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. I take half of the money in the shared bank account.” The villain downed the black coffee and looked, admittedly, shamefully satisfied with their actions.

“Did we ever have a chance?” the hero whispered. “In another life, in another time, do you think we could've been happy together?” The villain scrutinised them condescendingly.

“Never. You’re not good enough for me. Now, what should I make us for dinner, darling?”

#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #angst

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 2 months

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Hey! I feel like Ive been at this for a goddamn eternity so in an attempt to speed things up I shall read 3 chapters today, how exciting. Im motivating myself by telling me that Im gonna get to watch the 2007 Takarazuka Snow Troupe Production of Elisabeth when Im done, specifically my favorite song because. okay so, when I talk about watching any Takarazuka production of Elisabeth what I actually mean is, I have pretty much all the proshots and a bunch of english subtitle files, but theres not a subtitle file for every existing proshot, so for example, theres a subtitle file for the 1996 Star Troupe Production but not the 1996 Snow Troupe Production which isnt a big deal since the diaogue and lyrics are all the same, but you cant just put the Star subtitle file over the Snow video because itll be completely out of sync, so what I do is, I put the Star subtitles into my subtitle editor with the Snow video and I manually re-sync every line to create Snow subtitles, and while I do that Im effectively just watching my favorite musical over and over again except very slowly. So yeah, in case you were wondering what your favorite acotar complainer does for fun, now you know

Anyway, enough of my life, now its time for my liveblog, last time Feyre and Rhysand got ambushed by some of Hyberns soldiers and Rhys got shot atleast 7 times and kidnapped and tortured, but Feyre was fine and she saved him and she pulled all the arrows out of him and now hes probably gonna be perfectly fine. I know this isnt gonna affect him in any meaningful way, like his wings are gonna bd fine and his back isnt gonna hurt, but I do hope that he atleast suffers for the duration of the 3 chapters im gonna read because otherwise whats the point

Chapter 50

Rhysands wounds are only healing very slowly and hes got a fever, we're off to a good start

idk why but I really hate Feyre kissing him on the forehead. the narrative has not earned such a tender gesture

THE SURIEL 🎉🎉

Oh, i hadnt noticed this before but I like the alliteration we get with the german translation of Feyre Cursebreaker, Feyre Fluchbrecher. 10/10 very fun to say

its been ONE year since Feyre first came to Prythian, Sarah im begging you, please stop pointing out the passage of time youre activel making it harder for me to get invested in this stupid romange

They translate 'Mate' as 'Seelengefährte' ['Soulmate'] and oh, you have no idea how happy I am about that, this and the fact that they dont say male and female but just man and woman/masculine and feminine makes this series about a million times better, once again, thank you Alexandra Ernst

I dont understand why Feyre being Rhysands mate is such a big deal anyway, she didnt grow up in this culture, and pretty much all she has at this point is Tamlin's vague explanation of it being a bond that goes beyond marriage and the fact that his and Rhysand's parents, both infamously horrible couples, were mates

'"He is the most powerful High Lord to have ever walked the earth. You are... new. You were created by all seven High Lords. Different than anything that existed before you. Does that not make you the same? Equal?"' ewww i hate that. If this is supposed to be romantic somehow why would you make it all about power, why wouldnt the Suriel say smth like "You both suffered in the same ways. He is the is the only one to ever truly understand you"

But also. Rhysand and Feyre are not even the same though ? Like yeah, Rhys is powerful, but wasnt Feyre special because shes capital-m Made, which he is not? If the logic behind mates is the two people being 'the same' in some way, then Feyre should really be Amren's mate methinks

Im not gonna lie, Feyre angrily forcing Rhys to drink her blood is pretty hot

'Deep down I hated myself for speaking to him like this.' No girl dont hate yourself, this is the first time in over 600 pages Ive found the feysand dynamic even remotely compelling

'I stared at him, this Illyrian half-blood whose soul was bound to mine.' what the hell? Top Ten Feyre Archeron Racist Moments

This mf really told his cousin and his weird freaky eldritch creatures whose apartment he pays for that he and Feyre are mates before he told Feyre

I just zoned out thinking about a version of Feysand where Feyre is basically constantly telling Rhys stuff like 'youre just a burden' or whatever she said during that one argument because shes starting to figure out his weak spots the more time she spends with him and she wants to like, break him emotionally as revenge for UTM and Rhysand doesnt do anything about it because he just represses all his emotions and he cant just stop spending time with her because theyre mates and he feels like he needs to be close to her all the time. Idk, abusive relationships have been my favorite angst fanfic premise lately

Its so wild how Feyre is super angry with Rhys for keeping the mating bond from her when literally everyone else already knew and not only is he gonna do the exact same thing with the baby in acosf, Feyre is just gonna be fine with it then even though its arguably much much worse

Chapter 51

Okay so I guess Cassian, Azriel and Mor have just been hanging out in Rhysand's warcamp house, do they not have anything better to do

god i wish being all pathetic laying in the dirt was Rhysand's default state instead of him always being the manliest man to ever man

Oh, so I guess Mor used to get locked up in this cabin in the middle of nowhere whenever she 'misbehaved'. you would think she'd have more sympathy for Nesta in acosf but from everything ive seen.....

this chapter was extremely short

I completely forgot that this book was split into parts, i guess its The House of Mist time now

Chapter 52

god the anachronistic clothing in this series is gonna be the death of me, why is feyre always wearing leggings and a cremecolored swester istg

Full offense, but if the mating bond is soooooo much stronger than marriage, Rhysand should not have been earnestly worried about Feylin getting married

This part where Feyre is relieved because it turned out that her relationship with Tamlin was always doomed to fail because she had a soulmate is pretty interesting, but it also feels like complete bullshit for reasons that Im struggling to articulate

I would just like to reiterate that I am so relieved that they just call it soulmates in the german version, I cannot imagine how insufferable this must be to read in english

Feyre started painting again hoorayyyyyyy. i feel like this wouldve been more impactful if she wasnt constantly thinking about wanting to paint whatever she sees, but hey

I actually think this part where Mor comes in and just goes around complimenting all the stuff Feyre painted everywhere is quite nice, I think i would enjoy it more if this whole story wasnt pissing me off rn

waiiiiiit ive never seen people talk about Mor's mother even though shes apparently alive and well, whats their relationship? Whats her role at the CoN if Mor is supposed to be the queen of the Hewn City??

Mor being like "Rhysand gave me his permission to kill my abusers but I dont do it even though I have pretty much no reason not to, but Cassian and Azriel really want to do it and would do it without hesitation so maybe I'll let them do it" is somehow a perfect summary of SJM's shallow wannabe feminism

Feyre still barely understands the relationships between individual members of the inner circle but sure, theyre the family she never had

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti feysand #flames and darkness liveblog

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty three

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 12, 2018 los angeles, califonia calum

“What’s been the biggest shift in making this record versus the previous one?” Yet another interviewer asks us the same question it feels like we’ve answered a million times.

“Y’know, we’ve all grown a lot in our personal lives over the past few years,” Ashton says, and Michael and Luke nod along.

“For sure, I mean,” Michael pauses to laugh. “We’ve all fallen in love, some of these guys have gone through some heartbreak, but overall, we’re just a lot more grown up.”

Some heartbreak. Minimizing what I’m going through right now to those two words is almost a lie because of how inaccurate it is. Orion is worth far more than two words, and I know that everyone in this room would agree given the chance. \

“I’d say everything is almost the same, actually,” Ashton adds on. “Like we said, we’ve grown a lot, but our writing and recording is a similar process.”

“But, y’know, we’ve added a lot of fresh elements to this record, like with the keyboard. We’ve tried to take on a hint of an electronic sound, too,” Luke says.

“Yeah, so we haven’t actually changed anything, but just with the way life works and how we naturally progress as artists, the final product is so different, but the process isn’t.” Ashton finally wraps up the answer, and the interviewer seems quite happy with it.

“It’s nice to watch how both you and your music evolve over the years. You guys have been together for seven years now, and some of you have been friends for far longer. Do you find that your constant growth impacts your relationships with each other? Are you ever outgrowing one another and having to play catch up? How’s that dynamic?”

My mouth chooses to speak before I do. “Well, Johnny,” I say. I have no idea how I managed to remember that this man’s name is Johnny, but judging by his unphased expression, I think I got it right. “We outgrow each other when certain people withhold certain vital information from other people and let things blow up in their faces when they could’ve prevented it.”

Luke laughs loudly and awkwardly at my comment, nervously looking at each of our faces. “Calum’s such a jokester, aren’t you Cal?” He asks, smacking my back harder than necessary.

I plaster on a fake smile, sucking it up and correcting the course. “Yeah, I’m just joking. These guys never fail to be there for me. Our relationships are always strong, honestly often strengthened by the ways we evolve away from each other sometimes.”

When Ashton starts talking next, it takes a lot of self-control not to lunge at him.

“Yeah, there’s nothing that could come between us. These are my brothers, you know?”

I don’t have to look at him to know he’s looking at me.

My smile, still fake, widens. “Oh yeah, nothing could ever break these bonds.”

After the interview ends, I don’t bother thanking the host or crew. I take off my headset and set it on the table before walking quickly outside of the studio, pulling my pack of cigarettes and lighter from my back pocket. It feels like such bullshit to have to sit there and act like I’m happy.

“Cal, I know you guys are having issues,” Matt says, following me outside. He looks annoyed, as usual. “But you have to reign it in.”

I puff out smoke and laugh bitterly. “We’re more than ‘having issues’, Matt.”

Matt takes a few steps towards me so that his face is right by mine. “I’m canceling shows for you. I’m canceling interviews so you don’t have to plaster on a fake smile more than necessary. Fuck, I picked up your drunk ex-girlfriend at the beach for you. You’re pissed at Ash. I get it. But you have to get your shit together. This is your job. This is something you chose. Grow the hell up and be civil for the twenty fucking minutes you spend on air with him.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s also the hours on stage and rehearsing, riding in the tour bus. It’s not just twenty minutes at a time.”

Matt rips my cigarette out of my hand. “Hood, I really don’t care. Keep your personal life out of your professional one if you’re not able to be a mature adult when your feelings get hurt.”

“Excuse me, who the fuck are you, again? Oh, right, a man that I pay.”

“You know damn well you’re not going to fire me and find another manager that will take care of you guys the way I do.”

I hold back then, because he’s right. Matt is an exceptional manager and he’s been with us for years. I can’t imagine where we’d be without him. “Fine. I just won’t talk in any interviews and I won’t talk onstage. I can’t promise I won’t repeat the shit I just said, so it’s best if I just don’t talk.”

Matt sighs, and then he surprises me by hugging me. “That’s fine. You don’t talk much anyway.”

Reluctantly, I hug him back. The words that just came from both of us wouldn’t have ever suggested we’d be hugging now, but here we are.

“If I haven’t said it, Cal, I’m sorry. She was incredible, and I can’t imagine how you feel right now. None of us saw that coming.”

I appreciate that Matt isn’t saying anything negative about Orion. Everyone who knows her knows better than to badmouth her. She’s doing shitty things, but she’s not a shitty person. She’s still the best person I know, despite how much she’s hurting me. I’m still in shock most days.

I go to text her when I first wake up each morning, and then am painfully reminded that I can’t. I can’t even see what she’s doing because she removed me as a follower on Instagram. It takes a lot of self control not to text her throughout the day, awake and sober, just missing her badly. I hope she’s doing okay. I know I’m not.

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Performing in LA should be fun. Our friends and our friends who’ve become family all get to come. It’s our home field, basically. Backstage before the show, everyone was too happy.

They all took shots together, playing games of beer pong and just catching up after we’ve been away for a while. It makes me sick to my stomach, so I spend most of the time before the show outside with some of the crew, just smoking. Our crew knows me well enough to just leave me alone, smoking silently next to me for a while.

“There you are!” Roy’s voice suddenly sounds.

I smile at him. It’s a real smile. It’s nice to see him. “Hey, man.”

Roy grins, walking over and sitting next to me on the ground. “Just wanted to check in with you, see how you’re handling things.”

My bitter laugh, a sound I seem to be making a lot these days, falls from my mouth with a trail of smoke. “Like shit.”

He nods and stares at his hands. “I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but if I know anything about Orion, she’s gonna come around.”

I want to believe him, but I don’t know if I do. She was so determined to end things. It hurt to watch how badly it was hurting her to push me away. She needed to end things, for whatever reason she had for doing it. ‘Sparing’ me.

“Guess we’ll see in time.”

Roy sighs from beside me. “Your guys’ love was—is—so real, Cal. You can’t just shut that off.”

“She did it because she loves me. It’s fucked, but that’s why.”

The next thing I know, Roy’s practically giggling. It doesn’t make me laugh, but it does make me smile. His laugh makes me happier, somehow.

“Sorry, it’s not funny. That’s just, like, the most Orion thing I’ve ever heard.”

I smile, tears flooding my eyes. “Yeah, it really is.”

Roy and I hang out until Matt tells everyone it’s time to head to the stage. He gives me a hug and says he’s going to watch from VIP with the rest of our friends, and I join the rest of the band for our pre-show shots.

“5SOS on five?” Luke asks, handing each of us a shot glass.

“5SOS on five,” Mike confirms.

We count to five, yell ‘5SOS,’ hit our shots against each other’s, and then we gulp the burning tequila down. Everyone else has a chaser, but not me. I grab the tequila bottle and pour myself another, and another, and another.

After I’ve had four shots of tequila, I grab a beer from the fridge and my mic pack from its spot where it’s charging. The rest of the band doesn’t say anything but follows suit, and then we’re walking to the side of the stage.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” I mutter.

Luke throws a hand onto my shoulder and squeezes.

“If you need a break, just take it, okay?”

I nod and fight the tears that threaten to form. It’s our first show after the breakup, and I know I’ll be a mess if I think about it too much. Some songs are written for Orion, so those will hurt, but so will the ones written about breakups and heartbreak, which our fans joke is all we write about.

Ashton nods to us before he walks out to take his seat behind the drums. He bangs a brief rhythm, and then Mike walks out, his guitar slung over his neck. He waves to the crowd with a huge smile.

I put one foot in front of the other to make it to my spot, grabbing my bass from its stand. I walk up to my mic and nod at the crowd. The deafening screams have just been background noise this whole time, but now they’re accompanied by glaring stage lights.

When Luke walks out, the crowd goes crazier. He smiles as wide as Mike did, waving with both hands before he takes his spot, center stage.

On Ashton’s cue, we all start, and I curse the fact that our opener is a song that I have lead vocals on. I try to lose myself in the music, strumming the chords I’ve played a thousand times before, singing the words to the music I helped write but now feel like a foreign language as they blare through the speakers and the crowd sings along.

I’m able to operate on autopilot until we get to the brief section of our set that has a slower pace. Luke talks, and I drink a few long gulps from my can of beer. Once it’s empty, I hold the can up to a crew member, motioning that I’d like another.

“LA, we’re about to slow things down for a bit, but first I just want to introduce you to my brothers up here with me, in case this is your first 5SOS show.

“To my right, we’ve got the ever so talented Michael Clifford, the first one to join me in this lame ass band. To my left, we’ve got the stoic, beautiful bassist, and my best friend, Calum Hood. Behind me, our very sweaty drummer, Ashton Irwin!” The crowd roars with each introduction, and I just focus on the beer that a crew member trades out for my empty can. I crack it open and drink from it while I can.

“And we can’t forget, Luke Hemmings. Voice of an angel, our frontman, and the reason we’re a band in the first place!” Ashton takes over for him, and I don’t bother even trying to look at him. “Los Angeles, we hope you like this next one. This is Ghost of You.”

Michael starts playing before I can even get my bearings, and the words Luke sings cut deep as the whole entire room sings along.

If I can dream long enough,

You’d tell me I’d be just fine

I’ll be just fine

Every time I close my eyes, I have flashbacks of Orion. Smiling, laughing, running down a beach or telling me a joke on a walk somewhere in Europe. Happy, blissful, pure. My girl, before she fell apart, before her fucked up fate blew up her life and her dreams.

And I chase it down

With a shot of truth

The words ring too true to the shots I just took to drown out everything I’m feeling. I feel the tears falling fast down my face as I try to harmonize, but I give up and take a few steps back from my mic. Luke looks at me, holding his mic while he sings. He looks worried, so I have to look away from him.

I’m supposed to sing the second verse, but I know I can’t. As if they planned it, Michael sings it for me when he notices the look on my face.

Cleaning up today Found that old Zeppelin shirt You wore when you ran away And no one could feel your hurt

The fans go wild at Michael singing my verse. I can barely keep playing the few notes that I need to for this slow song, and thank god that they had a system in place for me inevitably being unable to sing my own verses.

All I can think about is Orion. She pushed everyone away. She pushed all of us away. She ran away from our home and is living in San Diego now. It hurt so badly to walk into our apartment last night when we got to LA to find it barren of her things. She’s gone.

The rest of the song is a blur, and I just play the bass off to the side of the stage, not even looking at the crowd. I just look at Luke and Michael and am grateful for them more than ever in this moment. I’m lucky to have bandmates like them who double as best friends.

When the song ends, Michael walks up to me with Luke in tow while the fans cheer.

“You good, Cal? We can take 5 if you need,” Mike says, reaching a hand out to rest on my arm.

I shake my head, even though I know the next song will be equally as painful, if not more so. “No. Let’s just get this over with.”

They both look at me with immense pity. I hate it. I walk back to my mic stand, determined to at least sing the first verse. We start Amnesia and I close my eyes, hoping that tears don’t fall while I sing.

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted I thought about our last kiss How it felt, the way you tasted And even though your frie—

I have to cut myself off as my voice cracks and I step back from the mic, letting Luke finish it off for me.

You’re doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

I step back up to my mic, needing to scream the last words of the prechorus.

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

I full on sob for the rest of the song, each of the lyrics hitting way too close to home. I don’t sing into the mic, but I sing to myself while I play and watch Luke and Michael sing the words to the crowd. For the most part, I face the back of the stage, toward Ashton, but ignore his very concerned glances toward me.

And the dreams you left behind, you didn’t need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape ‘Cause I’m not fine at all

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@5SOSUpdates: Cal barely sang tonight at the LA show. Luke & Mike picked up most of his solos and he cried during GOY and Amnesia </3

@5SOSFan4Ever: my heart broke piece by piece watching cal struggle to get through tonight’s show :( my poor bb

@CalumGirl: imagine having your worst heartbreak be on public display. sending so much love to you @calum5sos

@LetThemEatCake5SOS: does anyone know what actually happened betw cal and orion? they both don’t seem to be doing well and i loved them together.

@5SOSFan4Ever: Replying to @LetThemEatCake5SOS: yeah their friends are all still interacting. something seems wrong. makes me sad :’(

@CalumGirl: Replying to @LetThemEatCake5SOS: someone said orion has terminal cancer and that’s why they broke up. idk how true that is but if it’s true i am simply devastated

@OrilumStan: my babies broke up and both are struggling it is ROUGH out here just look how sad he was onstage. Image attached

@CashtonLover: Replying to @OrilumStan: has anyone seen/heard anything from orion? i know she’s always been private but i’m so nosy @OrilumStan: Replying to @CashtonLover: no, a few of her friends have posted stuff to their stories about respecting privacy tho. and like i get it but I WANNA KNOW

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#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #fanfiction #5sosfam #imagine #fanfic #michael clifford #calum 5sos #calum fanfic #calum fic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc

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i saw ur requests were open and i was so excited, i absolutely adore your work! can i request sabo and fem s/o who meet at a party and really hit it off but he never catches her name. so, he goes all across campus to find her? you can put your own twist on it i just thought of a small basis for it.

Warnings: none, just fluff

Word Count: 1140

I'm so happy that you like my stuff, it makes me really happy. The request kind of reminded me of Cinderella so, I made it kind of like that. Hope you like it.

Running around campus he swore it was a damned Cinderella story! Guy meets a pretty girl at a party, the two totally hit it off, but at the stroke of midnight, the princess runs off, leaving the guy with only a single clue as to who this mystery girl is and how to find her! Of course he hadn’t gotten your name, that would be too easy, that would be too damned convenient! Fuck, he hated college parties, this was just another reason to hate college parties. Too many people, too much alcohol, too many idiots, and now he’d met a mystery girl and couldn’t fucking find her! It wasn’t that he was anti-social or an introvert, it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a few drinks here and there, but college parties took it to a rather annoying extreme. Hell, just talking to you, he’d had to move away from all the deafening music! Was he glad he’d met you at the party? Sure, of course he was, but the parties in general were still a pain in the ass. He’d damn Ace to hell if it weren’t for the fact that he’d met you. It was always Ace who dragged him to parties. That wasn’t what mattered right now, though. What mattered right now was finding you. The beautiful, smart, funny, interesting girl he’d met at the party. Who knows, maybe he’d even get a happily ever after out of this. Okay, in all honesty, he didn’t believe in ‘happily ever after’, but he did believe in finding happiness. It was starting to feel impossible, running all over campus, asking people if they knew a girl who looked like you, desperately wishing he had a picture. Descriptions could only get a man so far. He couldn’t have gotten something, anything else to go off of. Your cell phone, a best friend’s name, hell even what dorm building you were in would be better than this! At least with a dorm building he wasn’t running all over campus. He might have to knock on a million doors, but it would be worth it to find you!

Sighing, you looked up at the sky. Of course you’d had to leave before you could get his name or number, that’s just how your life liked to play out. It’s not like you’d wanted to leave, but when your best friend needs you urgently because her long-time boyfriend broke up with her, there’s not much you can do but leave to comfort her. She’d apologized for pulling you away from the party but you’d told her it was just a dumb party; conveniently leaving out the part where you’d met a great guy. You didn’t want to make her feel worse than she already felt. Knowing her, she’d probably start sobbing harder and going on about pulling you away from a guy you got along with. Only for her to then start going on about how he’ll just leave you in the end! You knew it was just because she was hurting, that she wouldn’t have actually meant anything by it. Sitting under the tree, you sighed, you’d considered asking around about him, but you wouldn’t even know where to begin, the campus was huge! And you were searching for a ‘blond haired boy with a scar over his left eye’. Not exactly a whole lot to go off of, even if the scar was rather distinctive. Besides, maybe he was looking for you too, wouldn’t it be better to stay in one spot so he could find you rather than the both of you running all over campus to find each other? Knowing your luck, you’d probably run right past each other without realizing it! It wasn’t like this tree was even that hard to find, it was literally right in the middle of the main campus courtyard!

“Hey, this spot taken?” a voice asking, making you look up. A black-haired young man smiled at you. Sighing, you shook your head.

“Wish it was, but unfortunately I don’t know where Prince Charming happens to be.” you said with a small, sad smile.

“Well I know a lot of people around campus, what’s his name?” the young man asked, sitting down next to you.

“Couldn’t tell you. Didn’t manage to get it before my friend pulled me away with something urgent.” you said, huffing slightly.

“Well, you got a description? Like I said, I know a lot of people around here.” he said, still smiling.

“I don’t know what good it’ll do but he has blond hair, but the thing that most people probably remember is the scar over his left eye. I met him at a party last night but never got his name.” you said, looking at the young man in bewilderment when he started laughing.

“Holy shit, you mean you’re the mystery girl my brother met? He’s been searching all over for you! His name is Sabo. Let me give him a call.” the man said, pulling out his phone and calling your ‘Prince Charming’.

“Name’s Ace, by the way, so we don’t have another instance of not knowing each other’s names.” he said, still grinning.

“Y/n. So his name is Sabo?” you asked, head tilted to the side.

“Pretty sure. I don’t think there’s another guy on campus with a scar over his left eye. Actually, he’s right there.” Ace said, pointing to the same blond you’d met last night. You smiled, quickly getting up and hurrying over to him, a very large smile as he reached you.

“Hi, I’m Sabo.” he said, out of breath. He wanted you to know who he was so this wouldn’t ever happen again. You laughed, the sound making his smile widen.

“Your brother already told me. I’m Y/n, you look absolutely exhausted.” you stated, watching as he nodded, trying to catch his breath, his hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead.

“Been searching for you all day. This campus is huge.” he said between gasps for breath.

“Well then I should probably reward you for looking so hard for me.” you said, taking his hand and leading him over to the tree before sitting back down, making the blond sit down next to you before gently laying his head in your lap. Sabo smiled, closing his eyes as you stroked the top of his head, not quite wanting to run your fingers through his sweat covered hair. Ace smiled, getting up and leaving you and his brother to your sweet moment. The blond was asleep in no time, tired from having run all over the place searching for his ‘Cinderella’. Looking down at him, you smiled. You and your ‘prince’ had found each other and once he woke up, you’d get his phone number so you wouldn’t lose him again.

#one piece sabo #one piece #sabo the revolutionary x reader #sabo the revolutionary #chief of staff sabo x reader #chief of staff sabo #sabo x reader #fluff #one piece fluff

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(im lurker anon but im going to assign myself an emoji now)

THOSE PICTURES ARE SOOOO TELLING like tone it down boy. i havent stopped to watched any of their streams (i was a huge fan of minecraft when i was a kid but i havent played in ages and im not too interested in gaming) but they seem soooo sweet together :] i see their clips around here a lot and its always very nice! might watch some of their streams when i have the time

its so weird to know how people were mean to dream when he came out because it cant get any more vile than that. sexuality is a very personal thing and i think everybody should have their freedom to explore it in whichever way they feel most comfortable. being under the public eye at all times must make the experience so much harder :/ but glad hes feeling comfortable with his community to share his experiences and explore his queerness!! thats really really nice and im happy for him

also pls pls tell the rose quartz elephant story im so curious about it - 🌼

Hello hello hello!! Ur right he's always been uhmmm Like That like the fact that he looks the same when talking to him before and after seeing his face and it's always been so full of love and warmth and ohhhhh he loves that boy to death.

They are the sweetest, they have been friends together since 2016 and Dream said that he was 19 and cocky and studied the YouTube algorithm so he went to George who just finished college with a computer science degree and said "I'm going to blow up, come with me" and now three/four years later Dream has 31 million subscribers and George has 10 million and they live together and also with their other best friend Sapnap (who Dream met when he was 13 and Sapnap was 11 on a hunger games server, Sapnap said "type 123 for Skype team" and Dream responded "123" and they've been best friends since and call each other brother even if not through blood, they're very sweet and I love them). And they're dating and they're in love and they've made it and I'm so proud of them.

I strongly recommend watching their streams if u ever have the time!! And honestly I'd even recommend Dream's manhunt videos, they changed Minecraft YouTube community to what it is today and Dream edits them to be very cinematic and to tell a story. You don't really have to like or know anything abt Minecraft to enjoy them, they're just overall really fun and cool (the last one was February 2022 it's also one of my faves).

And yeah, Dream has always suffered a lot online because he was faceless for most of his career so it was easy for antis to be cruel bc they couldn't associate him as a person. And when he face revealed it had already been 3 years of dehumanizing him that it just kind of happened, he's somehow become the internet's scapegoat and my heart breaks for him. But thankfully he doesn't care that much and he's living his best life now that he can go outside for the first time in 3 years and enjoy life and experience it all again and this time with his boyfriend and brother

#kore.ask #🌼

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･☆*:ﾟ･☆ this fic can be treated as a stand-alone or part 2 of this fic!

P/S: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this… it might be cheesy but writing made me wanna cry bc I totally didn’t write this based on real life events.

He had fallen asleep. You excused yourself from bed and exited to the balcony. The hotel was beautiful, overlooking the dock and the ocean. Morning views were to die for. You took a seat on the white plastic chair that scrapped so deafeningly against the popcorn flooring.

The ocean night breeze became chilly the longer you stay seated. At first it was just nice to be alone, enjoying your company. Before you started uncontrollably sobbing into your silk bath robes. Unfortunately the glass didn’t proof sounds.

You were too lost in your own cries to notice the door creaking open. It wasn’t until his hand was place on your shoulder that you bolted from you seat.

“What are you doing out here?” you asked.

“What are you doing out here?” he repeated.

Right. You were the odd one here.

“Just… thinking,” you retorted, hoping he would just leave it alone after that and went back to bed.

He took a seat, the one right next to yours and faced you.

“About what?” Nanami asked.

“It really is nothing. Don’t worry.”

“How can I not worry when my girlfriend left our bed and cried on the balcony at this wee hour in the night?”

You pondered your answer. What were you supposed to say? How could saying that you thought about your ex after having sex with Nanami sound any good? Satoru had been heavy on your mind and your heart ever since the break up half a year ago, he left you, not the other way around. How cruel would it be to admit that you were still partly your ex’s.

“Are you still thinking about him?” Nanami started. His voice a bit shaken. You knew where this was going. It was unfair. To him, especially.

“Nanami, please don’t, I—,” you were defensive. Although what he said was not wrong.

“Y/n, it’s okay. I understand,” you didn’t expect him to. You wanted him to scream at you, to kick you out of that hotel room, which was in the middle of an island that was an hour ferry ride away from the mainland at 3am. But instead he was soft, softer than he had ever been. He sounded defeated, Nanami knew, sooner or later, this conversation was coming.

“No, Kento, it’s not okay. It’s not, at all. Don’t say that for my sake, you deserve better, someone who isn’t still hung up on their neglectful ex boyfriend. You can read me like a book and you understand me more than anyone ever had, I love you, but I don’t deserve you,” any restraint you had left was gone. You were crying even harder than before. He reached out to grab your hand. You held it like it was the last time you could hang on to him. It felt almost criminal to be able to touch him like this when you had emotionally betrayed him.

“Y/n, I am upset. But this is not your fault. If I’m not the person you want to be with, that is okay. I’m just so happy I got to chance to spend time with you, love on you, dote on you and make love with you. But all things must come to an end, if this is what you want, I have no choice but to let you go,” he was crying, too. The balcony was filled with uncontrollable sobs from both parties. Seeing him cry broke your heart into minuscule pieces that could never be put back together. Nanami Kento was weak for you, he was all that Gojo Satoru was not, or was unwilling to be. He loved you, in the best ways he knew how and it was millions of times more than you ever imagine.

“Kento, no, I love you, I love you,” you pleaded with him. No, more like you begged him, on your hands and knees and you begged him. You did love him, the love you had for him was the same for Satoru, maybe even more, but at least this time, someone could finally see it. You were kneeling before him, you buried your face in his lap and cried some more. His bathrobe was soaked with your saltine tears.

“Y/n, please get up, don’t do that. Let’s talk about it,” you didn’t know what you want. It was Nanami that you wanted but, Satoru always had invaded your mind. You were so stupid.

“No, Kento, don’t leave me,” you broke down.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n, so please get up, don’t do this,” he clawed at your arms to stand up and you did before you pulled you into his lap. He was so warm, so warm that the chilly ocean winds didn’t bother you anymore. You cling onto him, your arms wrapped tightly behind his nape and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, you didn’t want this to be the last time you were able to do so.

“Kento, don’t leave, don’t leave me, I don’t want you to go,” you sounded pathetic, yelping like a wounded puppy. In that moment of pleas and cries that you realized, it was Nanami. It had been him all along. The way he knew your coffee order to the tee and Satoru couldn’t even fold your clothes right. The way he accompanied you during your lunch breaks and Satoru couldn’t spare you even a minute of his time. The way he fucked you so lovingly and Satoru couldn’t even bother to let you cum. The way he took care of you after fucking you into next week and Satoru couldn’t even stay awake for long enough to wish you goodnight. It was Nanami, Nanami was your endgame. You were just too caught up with the past to appreciate it.

“Y/n, I love you just as much. If not more. I could hold you like this forever if I could, and I want to so badly, but I can’t hold you back from what you truly want,” his hold on you tightened, he was hurting, too. Nanami just loved you so much to hold you back.

“Kento, no, you’re the one I want. I’m stupid, I took you for granted. I don’t want to do that anymore, I just want you,” he felt right, you loved him, and he loved you.

“I love you, Y/n, I also don’t want you to go,” he kissed your temple. The kind of kiss that left you thinking about it for days.

“I don’t ever want to leave your side, Kento,” you stated. You were confident about this.

“I’m here for you, Y/n, you never have to be alone ever again,” his words were sincere. He rubbed the back of your head like he had made it his mission to prioritize your feelings over his own. His words were comforting, they were like a warm embrace. The hug that could rid all heartbreaks. You melted into him, giving yourself up to him like an offering at the altar. Nanami had been, and always will be the one to hold you like this. Not Satoru, not anyone, just him.

#💌hanaonesflowerworks #nanami please give me a chance #nanami kento headcanons #Nanami x you #Nanami Kento scenarios #jjk angst #jjk comfort #nanami kento angst #Nanami Kento comfort #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons

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Happy Louis’ birthday day! What does Louis mean to you?

thank u love!! 🫶

being that i don’t know him personally all i can speak to is the impact as an artist that he’s had on me, and getting to sort of watch him grow up while i grew up as well. so w that in mind i think i’ll just share some memories/what comes to mind when i think of him

• him being my fave from day one and getting so excited whenever we’d get some more louis solos as the 1d albums were released

• also on that note, when i was teenager i had a bestie who was also into 1d and she got us a 1d puzzle as a silly little thing to do while we were basically living together (lmao) and let me tell u his face was the first to get put together like my life depended on it and i just remember that so fondly and vividly

• the overwhelming feeling of pride when he first released just hold on, and that feeling only growing as he released solo albums and started touring. having seen him go from a lil 19yr old boy to a fully grown ass man who’s doing his own thing and doing it so well has been such a source of inspiration for me and i’m so so so proud of him

• similarly, having also lost a parent recently and trying to keep finding my own creative path, it amazes me that louis has been able to do everything he’s done in the last few years. like it seriously leaves me speechless thinking about it. and honestly i really needed someone to look up to that i know has been through their own version of the same thing, it’s helped keep me going these last few months and only makes me want to keep growing even tho it’s harder than it’s ever been before. again, words can’t fully describe how i fully feel about this tbh

• i’ve said this before a million times but seeing him live is an experience that will always be so dear to my heart. he brought such a sense of safety and community into that venue and even in the lineup waiting to get in. he seems to have this energy to him that allows others to feel safe to be themselves completely and also be kind and take care of one another, and that is exactly what i want to do w my life in my own way. i admire that about him so fucking much.

• also finding community through fandom surrounding him in particular has been both insane and amazing and i love my louie mutuals w all my heart <3

• i also can’t not talk about the amount of Gender he’s always been giving. lately he has been a really good person for me to look to fashion-wise as I’ve been carving out my own gender expression, and i may or may not use him as a reference when i get my hair cut now fhhdjsks

anyway. i’m endlessly grateful for him and his music and i hope that 32 is another great year for him 💙

#can rowyn answer a simple question without an essay-length response? no #i apologize 🫶#anyway thank uuuu hope ur doin well!#asks #louispositivityanon

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 1 year

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Two Alberts

Speaking of Albert Schweitzer, when I was kid watching Wyatt Earp on teevee I thought that he was the same guy as Albert Einstein....a white haired old grandfather guy who looked kind of what I thought God looked like. Because they were both grandfatherly types, I thought they were great guys like my grandfather and like our teevee grandfather Captain Kangaroo.

As I grew, I learned. As I learned, I differentiated. Thethe main difference between the three (four), the what's wrong with this picture is that Captain Kangaroo was a fictitious character who seemed real and Einstein and Schweitzer were real characters who seemed fictitious.

As for God....well.....you make up your own mind on that one.

Albert Einstein and Albert Schweitzer were both brilliant and accomplished individuals who made significant contributions to their respective fields. However, their lives and careers were quite different in several ways.

Albert Einstein was a theoretical physicist who developed the theory of relativity, which revolutionized our understanding of space and time. MMMMKKKKKAAAY. Revolutionizing space AND time is pretty God like who basically did the same thing millions of years before Einstein was born. God also made also made important contributions to the development of quantum mechanics and statistical mechanics which Einstein figured out millions of years afterwards. Einstein used all of this discovery to create the atomic bomb which God had already perfected in the Big Bang.

Einstein was born in Germany in 1879 and moved to the United States in 1933 to escape Nazi persecution. He continued to work in physics until his death in 1955. He was responsible for the subject that I hated the most when I was in high school. To this day, I don't know what the hell he's talking about which made me feel stupid for a large portion of my life. Einstein was known for his quirky personality, his love of music, and his political activism.

Albert Schweitzer, on the other hand, was a theologian, philosopher, and medical doctor who devoted his life to humanitarian work. He was kinda like God's shrink although lie a good shrink, he never told God what to do although he prayed quite a bit. He is best known for establishing a hospital in Gabon, Africa, where he treated patients and trained local medical staff which is pretty much what God would have done if he were a man living in Africa at the time.

Schweitzer was born in Germany in 1875 and studied theology and philosophy before obtaining a medical degree. He was also a musician and wrote extensively on ethics and the nature of civilization. Einstein dug the groove of Scweitzer's musical vibe. Schweitzer received the Nobel Peace Prize in 1952 for his humanitarian work.

In terms of their approach to life, Einstein was a secular humanist who placed great value on reason and scientific inquiry. God was sort of the same way other than he invented humans and left perfect reasoning out of the equation for shitz and giggles. The result being the cavalcade of blunders that we somehow turned into happy accidents that enabled humanity to make the kind of changes that have kept us surviving on the planet all the way up until today when we are working ever harder to destroy our selves and the planet having already killed or at least wounded God. Einstein believed that science had the potential to solve many of the world's problems and was politically active in promoting pacifism and civil rights. Schweitzer was deeply committed to Christian ethics and believed that serving others was the highest calling in life. He saw medicine as a means of alleviating suffering and promoting human dignity.

Overall, while both Albert Einstein and Albert Schweitzer were extraordinary individuals who made significant contributions to their respective fields, their lives and careers were quite different in terms of their focus and priorities.

Their paths crossed several times including a meeting in Berlin in 1930 when Schweitzer was visiting the city to give a lecture. Einstein had invited Schweitzer to his home, and the two men had a conversation that lasted several hours. The meeting was an important one, as both men were highly respected intellectuals and had much to figure out including space, time, medicine,Christ, Judaism, the atom, Africa, the big bang and the purpose of existence.

Schweitzer later described Einstein as "a simple, modest man, who knew how to listen attentively and without prejudice." The two men also corresponded with each other over the years, sharing their thoughts on a wide range of topics. Einstein's assistant Fritz Von Erich was the only person who heard some of the conversation as he checked to make sure that the conversants were comfortable. Twenty years later Von Erich was asked about his eecollection of the conversation. Von Erich used the Germanic word mizengraumoegentshvis which translates roughly into todays vernacular as WTF.

Albert Einstein admired Albert Schweitzer and the feeling was mutual. Einstein had great respect for Schweitzer's humanitarian work and considered him a personal hero. In a letter to Schweitzer in 1953, Einstein wrote: " Dude, you have truly succeeded in embodying the ideal of the scholar who serves. Your labors for humanity have earned you a unique place in the hearts of all good men. You are the bearer of a torch for a world of peace and dignity, a torch which illuminates and never burns." Immediately after sending the letter Einstein went to work on creating " a torch which illuminates and never burns", his work resulted in televison which in my house anyways is always on. The two men shared a commitment to peace and social justice, and their friendship was based on mutual admiration and respect.

Schweitzer had great respect for Einstein's contributions to science and his advocacy for peace and social justice. In his autobiography, Schweitzer wrote that he regarded Einstein as "one of the greatest minds of our time." The other great mind was Bunta, a Massai warrior chief who later collaborated with Mastin Thrust to discover dinosaurs 25,000 miles beneath the earth surface which became the plot line for the Last Dinosaur featuring Richard Boone as Matin Thrust.Schweitzer was particularly impressed by Einstein's work on relativity and quantum mechanics, which he saw as evidence of the power of reason and scientific inquiry. Like Einstein, Schweitzer believed that science and technology could be used for the betterment of humanity, and he saw Einstein as a fellow traveler in this quest. Overall, both Albert Einstein and Albert Schweitzer had a deep respect for each other's work and shared a commitment to using their talents and resources for the greater good.

The end result being Captain Kangaroo encouraging children to be peaceful, studious, curious and kind.

That was in 1954.

In 1955, Wyatt Earp showed up played by Hugh O'Brian, a follower of Albert Scweitzer who became a mentor for Thornton Krell who became a mentor for Ovid Warren Peats who is the host of a podcast called Thisaway Is Thatway.

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Mindbender - Leathernecks

I had just graduated from high school, and was enjoying a last summer in my family’s house before heading off for college. I’d spent the last several years of high school in the same place. Finally. You see, I’m a military brat. My dad is a Marine, so most of my life all I’ve known is moving from town to town, base to base. Just when I started to feel settled it was time to move again.

We’ve been everywhere, it seems. Bridgeport, California: one year. Okinawa, Japan: six months. Corpus Christi, Texas: two years. Nam Phong, Thailand: a year and a half. Kane'ohe Bay, Hawaii: one year (that particular one really sucked. NOT!). At one point we lived in New York City when dad worked for the Marine Corps Public Affairs Division. That was a particularly fun time for me because I got to see a lot of dad’s younger brother, Nate. He was a cop for the NYPD, and to me he was like the coolest guy on the planet. Some of the best times I’ve had growing up was when we lived in New York and I got to spend the whole weekend at Uncle Nate’s. He was big even back then. He worked out constantly, and he always talked about it real serious. I remember watching him working out in his basement and being fascinated by his muscles. Looking back on it, I know that was one of the things that planted the workout bug in me.

Unfortunately after two years we left New York and I didn’t see Uncle Nate again until about a year ago. Since I had seen him last, Uncle Nate had pushed himself even harder in the gym and he was now bodybuilder huge!

After New York there were a bunch of other moves we finally settled here at Marine Corps Base in Quantico, Virginia. We’ve been here for three years now and settled in enough that I’ve actually been able to make some friends. My best friend is Derrick Owens, D for short. I first met D because Mister Owens and my dad worked in the same department. They carpooled together, and since D and I went to the same high school and it was on their way, we’d ride with them and they’d drop us off.

D’s my age and my dad is forty-four, so I guess Mister Owens is about the same age as my dad. I don’t dare ask him though. He’s a real hard ass. Mister Owens’ first name is Kevin, but don’t ever let him catch you calling him that. D made that mistake in an argument he was having with him. Once. It’s always Mister Owens.

D and I became instant friends. We both like a lot of the same things, and have been practically inseparable since we first met. We’re so tight that we ended up applying to, and being accepted at the same college. We’ve even decided to rent an apartment off-campus and room together. I think we get our athleticism and love of working out from our dads. We’re both pretty built and we’re always either in the gym his dad set up in his basement or in the one my dad set up in mine. Years of hard military training and discipline have turned Mister Owens and my dad into solid slabs of Marine granite. D’s built just like his dad, 5’10”, about 175 or 180, dark chocolate skin, shaved head and face, and chiseled from head to toe. I’ve always secretly wondered about Mister Owens’ dick. I’ve seen D’s a million times in the locker room or at the urinal, so I can only imagine what Mister Owens’ is like. If it’s anything like D’s Mrs. Owens is one happy woman!

I, on the other hand, am not really that much like my dad in stature. We’re both built but I’m about 4 inches taller than my dad. I’m 6’2 and I weigh right at 225 where my dad, Sergeant Rick I like to call him in my head, is around 175. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes. My dad’s hair has been in that Marine “close to the scalp” regulation haircut for as long as I can remember. I like to keep mine nicely trimmed, but not that short. Unlike Mister Owens though, I know what my dad’s dick looks like. I’ve seen it a bunch of times and he’s definitely packin’ a nice one, about eight and half, thick, I’d say. Sometimes in the middle of the night when they think I’m probably asleep, I can hear him banging my mom. Let’s just say from the sound of things they’re still very much in love, if you get my drift. As for me, my cock is a nice, veiny nine incher. When I get hard it points straight north. Unlike my dad, though, I’m not much for sticking it in pussy.

Some nights I lie in bed listening to them fuck. In the darkness of the night I push the covers back and spread my legs. I close my eyes and imagine what Dad looks like. I can see his naked body, muscular, ripped, cut up. Eyes wide and empty with primal arousal. Body glistening with the sweat of sexual heat. A single bead of sweat running down the valley in the small of his back. Down into the crack between his bobbing, muscular ass cheeks, tickling his hole and driving him mad with horny fury. Fucking. Rhythmically driving his hard, thick Marine boner deeper. I spread my legs wider, one hand playing with a nipple, the other hand stroking my rod to the rhythm of dad’s fucking. He fucks harder. Deeper. I point my toes and flex my big, muscular quads. A wave of endorphins shoots through my body straight into my horny brain. My mind swirls. Dad’s Marine-forged muscles driving his cock faster and deeper. My hand pulling faster on my rock hard cock. Dad starts moaning and groaning louder. I love it when he doesn’t realize how loud he’s being. Not even worrying that the bed’s squeaking is telegraphing the nearness of his orgasm. The closeness of my orgasm matches his. So close now. His cock so deep. My cock so hard. Both of us ready to erupt. I run a hand across my face and stick fingers greedily in my mouth, the animal urges taking control of me. He’s cumming! “Yes, Dad!” I whisper as I shoot in unison with him, so hard I swear it makes a sound. But the sound is only in my horny, 18-year old head.

So, uhm, yea…now you know. I’m horny as hell for my Marine Corps dad. To be honest, even on nights when he’s not fucking my mom, I still beat off thinking about him. On those nights, though, it’s easier to think about him fucking me. An outlet for his hot, manly, muscled, Marine Corps horniness when mom says no. There’s no fucking way THAT’S ever going to happen, though. If he ever found out I think that he’d kick my ass from here to Pluto and back again. He’d punch me, then punch me again for making him hurt his hand!

I was thinking about how hard and deep he fucked my mom the night before when I was up in the attic the other afternoon getting one of dad’s footlockers to use for my college move. I was going to miss those middle of the night shows. As I was emptying the footlocker of some of dad’s stuff, I came across a really strange book: “Brainwashing & Interrogation: Science and Technique for Information Extraction.” When I opened the book, a picture fell out and fluttered to the floor. It was a picture of a Middle Eastern-looking guy in an orange jumpsuit sitting in a chair staring wide-eyed at the camera. The guy looked kind of empty and vacant. I gotta admit, seeing the guy’s eyes like that aroused me a little and started giving me a hard on for some reason. Crouching down on either side of the guy in the jumpsuit was my dad and D’s dad, Mister Owens! Both were smiling and giving a thumbs up at the camera, as if they were showing off some animal they’d bagged on a hunting trip. I turned the picture over and on the back was written, “Me and Kevin. Camp X-Ray, Guantanamo Bay, October 2010”. Dad and Mister Owens are some sort of interrogators running all over the place grilling prisoners? This just didn’t make any sense. My dad and Mister Owens work with high school guys who are new, incoming recruits.

Wait till I tell D about this! I stuffed the book in my backpack and headed for D’s house. As I rode the bus, I flipped through the book. According to the table of contents, there were lots of techniques. Water torture. Sound. Sensory Deprivation. Drugs. Religion. Repetition of Imagery. Hypnosis. Hypnosis? Like The Manchurian Candidate? I thought that was only movie stuff. Apparently our dads were into some serious shit!

D answered the door dripping wet wrapped only in a towel. The dark, ebony muscles looked even hotter wet!

“Dude. What are you doing?!” I asked looking him from head to toe and back again, a dumb look on my face.

“I was in the shower and you kept ringing the damn bell. I figured whoever it was at the door it must be important,” he said, water dripping off him, forming a puddle on the floor.

“Your mom and dad home?”

“No, why?”

“Good! Dude, have I got some shit to show you. Let’s go to your room. I don’t want your folks hearing any of this when they come home,” I said heading for the basement where D’s room was. I sat down in his desk chair and D sat on the bed. I handed him the book.

“So?” he said. Then I handed him the picture. “What the fuck?! Dude. Our dad’s are brainwashing people!” he said staring at the picture, mouth hanging open.

“I know, right?! You suppose they’re the ones that brainwashed the guy in the pic?” I asked.

“Well, he looks really out of it,” D said, still looking at the snapshot.

“I think they have him hypnotized. I was reading some of that chapter on the way over here. The way that guy is sitting looking all zoned out, it squares with the description of being under hypnosis. I skimmed some of the other chapters and he doesn’t look like someone who’s been exposed to those kinds of techniques.”

“What does it say about hypnosis that makes you think that?” D asked.

I opened the book to the section on hypnosis and started reading it to D. After a few pages on the application of hypnosis and its effectiveness in extracting information, the chapter gave a sample induction that I also read aloud. The induction was designed to take the listener into a very deep state of trance. There, the mind was in a state of heightened suggestibility and lowered resistance. I continued the induction part of the chapter, starting to lose myself in an eroticism about the whole thing I discovered creeping in as I read to D. The induction finished with a string of words joined together to form a nonsense sentence. The book told me that when the mind was in this state of relaxation, and words spoken in such a way, it confuses the listener’s mind and sends them into a deeper state of relaxation and openness. In the induction this was followed by a strong snap of the fingers and the word “SLEEP!” spoken with authority.

SNAP! “SLEEP!” I said, so into what I was reading that I didn’t realize I had snapped my fingers AND practically shouted the word. I looked up at D, feeling kinda dumb for shouting like I did. Sitting on the bed was D, muscles relaxed, head rolled, mouth hanging open, eyes tiny slits barely showing just a hint of pupil. Shit! I had accidentally hypnotized my best friend! Just by reading a chapter in a book! His hands were slumped at his sides, his legs had fallen open. And in between the ends of the towel wrapped around his waist that met in the front, D’s gorgeous black cock. Sticking straight up in the air, long, thick, veiny and hard as steel. D’s slumped body so relaxed contrasted by his cock so hard. Throbbing like it was searching for something. Bobbing as if it was waiting for something. Friend or not, it was a sight that was beautiful to behold.

As D sat in his relaxed, far away state I kept thinking about what the book said about the state of heightened suggestibility. I chewed on my lip as I debated. A chance like this would probably never come again. Who was going to know? Who was going to say anything? Certainly not me. And sure as hell not D. “D, can you hear me?” I asked cautiously.

“Yesss...” came the relaxed reply.

“That’s great, D. I want you to do something for me,” I said, still being cautious.

“Yesss...” my zonked out friend said again.

“Your cock is so hard, D. It’s so fucking stiff. It feels so fucking good. It would feel even better if you put your hand on it.” As I said those words, his hand moved up to grab his cock. As his hand wrapped around his stiff, black pole, he let out a very relaxed sigh and you could see his body flood with goose pimples. He jerked in a horny spasm.

“When you jack off at night, you have a favorite fantasy. I want you to go there now. Once you’re there, D, start stroking your cock. Make it real. Let yourself enjoy every bit of it.”

D’s cock started getting even harder. I didn’t think that was possible. As he stroked his cock, D kept letting out little groans, almost like whimpers. Whenever he did you could see the tingling fill his whole body. When it did he would spread and curl his toes, and his cock head would flare. The third time he did this, I said, “D. For right now that tingling you’re feeling will get even stronger. And it’s going to get even stronger because listening is so arousing. When you listen, you spread your toes, when you spread your toes you make the tingling increase. You can do that, can’t you, D?”

“Yessss.I candothat.” He started running his words together.

As I kept talking his toes kept spreading and he would arch his feet every now and then. “Every toe picks up my voice like a receiver, D. And the more of my voice you pick up with your toes, the more you get hypnotized. And the more you get hypnotized, the more you tingle. And the more you tingle, the harder your cock gets,” I said watching his toes going crazy. I was glued to watching his feet and seeing his toes taking him more into the relaxed, openness he had. My cock was way past hard at this point. I reached in my shorts and pulled it out and stroked as I watched D getting off on my voice and his toes. I slipped my shoes and socks off. I wanted to feel what he was feeling.

“D. In a moment, you’re going to feel my feet on the tops of yours. When you feel my feet on yours, you’re going to get really close to cumming. Do you understand?”

“YessIunderstand you,” he mumbled.

I was so close already, and sliding my feet on to the top of his was shoving me even closer. The heat of his skin on the cool soles of my feet. Feeling how relaxed he was. How limp he was. How focused he was, how in tune he was was driving me insane with a lust I had kept buried for D for so long now. “D. When I tell you to cum, I want feeling my feet and toes on yours to send over the edge and I want you to cum. You can do that, can’t you, D?”

“YesIcandothat,” he slobbered.

“D. I want you to cum now,” I said as I held my cum, waiting for D to shoot so I could shoot with him. He was beating his big dick furiously, and so was I. I could see his body and muscles were beginning to tense up, and so were mine. I curled my toes down onto the tops of his feet, and D curled his up to meet the soles of my feet. That sent me careening over the cliff. I couldn’t hold it any longer and I let my cum fly. As I did, D’s cum started erupting from the tip of his dark helmet head. In that infinite moment of release, our cums spurting in one glorious orgasm, my head swirled with clarity. I had accidentally hypnotized by best friend and gotten him to cum for me. I knew in that moment exactly what to do with my new-found knowledge and skill. And D was going to help me get it.

I knew the right moment would come. In the meantime I continued hypnotizing D, using him for practice, as often as I could and being patient. After reading further in the chapter, I found out that the nonsense sentence, snapping my fingers and saying “Sleep!” acted like a sort of trigger. I didn’t have to go through the whole induction. I could get D under almost immediately. So I spent my time getting D really deep and exploring it. Learning how to get someone deeper and more open. Implanting suggestions and commands, and having the subject follow those suggestions and commands willfully. After almost two weeks of hypnotizing D practically every day, my chance finally came. My mom was going on a little getaway with her sisters. Starting tomorrow it was going to be just me and dad in the house until Monday. Five whole days all to ourselves.

That next morning I was almost ready to explode as I watched Mom pull out of the driveway and head down the street. Ever since she announced her trip my head had been spinning. I had everything all planned out, all I needed was patience. And a healthy dose of courage.

That first day she was gone seemed to never end. Finally that night dad told me he was going to bed. I stayed up to watch some TV. I was practically counting the minutes. One hour became two. Two became three. I went down the hall to go to the bathroom at one point and I quietly poked my head into my mom and dad’s bedroom. Sergeant Rick was sleeping pretty heavily. He was snoring so loud you’d think the windows were going to break! Perfect. I continued on down to the bathroom to take a piss. It was pretty tough to pee with my cock so hard. I had to grab a hold of it and push it down, otherwise I would have been pissing up into the air! Even though dad was sleeping pretty deeply, I didn’t flush the stool. I didn’t want to take the chance of waking him from his slumber.

I made my way cautiously back to his room and paused in the doorway watching him sleep. He had stopped snoring and was lying on his back sleeping quietly. Seeing him there so peaceful, so vulnerable to what I was about to do made my cock stiff as a steel pipe. I crept into the bedroom so very, very quietly. The six or seven steps to the bed seemed to take an eternity. I paused for a moment beside the bed watching him sleep. Even at rest, his body was tight and ripped.

I stood there, lightly stroking my cock watching that meaty Marine chest going up and down so rhythmically. I opened my mouth, dry with nervousness and anticipation, and started my induction. I was careful to whisper, and not speak too loudly as not to wake him up.

“Dad? Can you hear me?”

Nothing. No response.

“Dad, I want you to do something for me. I want you to take a very deep breath. Fill up your lungs completely. Then let it out nice and slowly.”

I watched breathlessly as Dad did just exactly as I told him to do! Fuck that was hot.

“Now, Dad, I want you to take another deep breath, holding it in, and letting it out nice and slowly.”

He did exactly as I said.

“As you do, Dad, I want you to feel yourself starting to sleep even heavier. Even deeper. Feeling how good the bed feels. How good your body feels. How good it is to listen to your son’s voice. How good it feels with each breath you exhale to feel your son’s voice penetrating your head and relaxing you.

“Feel all the muscles of your body, Dad, being penetrated by my voice. Your son’s voice. With every breath you exhale. Making your entire body relaxed. Loose. Limp. Just like a rag doll. Feel the relaxation in your legs. All the muscles there. Relaxing. Moving all the way up into your waist.”

I hesitated slightly. This is where the rubber would meet the road. I took a deep breath myself and pushed forward.

“And into your ass. Your balls. Your big, strong Marine cock. Everything there, relaxing.”

It seemed to work. He didn’t wake up. The only thing that stirred was his cock. It started forming a tent under the sheet he was underneath.

“Falling deeper into MY voice. Your SON’S voice. Feeling it penetrate all the muscles of your back. Up your back. Rolling over your shoulders. Down deep into your chest. Relaxing all your muscles there.”

Dad’s cock was getting harder and harder the more I relaxed him. And the harder he got, the harder I got. It was difficult at some moments to keep my voice from quivering with the horny tension I felt building inside me, and to keep my hands off my own cock.

“Feel my voice, your son’s voice guiding you. Relaxing you. All the muscles of your upper arms. Your biceps. Your triceps. Your lower arms. All the way down to the very tips of your fingers. Everything from the neck down now, Dad. Limp. Loose. Relaxed. And with every breath you exhale, and every word you hear from your son’s voice you become that much more focused on my voice. Going that much deeper down. Feel it now, Dad, moving up your neck. The back of your head. Over your head. Down your forehead. Across your eyebrows. Relaxing all the muscles there. Feel the deep relaxation around your eyes. The muscles around your eyes. Relaxing. The muscles OF your eyes. Relaxing. Listen to my voice, Dad. Focus. With every breath you exhale your son’s voice penetrates and brainwashes your mind that much more. That much deeper.”

I continued my induction on my dad, taking him deeper and deeper down. I used the techniques I had learned from the book and practiced on D to get my dad to that ultra deep level. The book described it as the place where the mind was in complete surrender and compliance. Once I got him there, I let the trigger loose to mindfuck him even harder.

“Youalwaysknocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

Dad looked so peaceful and so relaxed. The head of his cock being teased by the fabric of the sheet made his already hard cock even harder. Right where the tip of the head touched the sheet, a wet spot had formed and was growing larger. My Marine father, now so deeply under my control, his son’s control, mind so fucked and filled with his son’s voice, had lost control of his Marine cock. Every time his cock bobbed and throbbed, turned on by the fabric rubbing his cock head, it leaked a huge glob of precum, soaking the sheet even more. I stepped to the edge of the bed, my own cock hard as granite in my hand, leaking precum just as much.

“Now dad, the next sensation you feel on the head of your cock is going to take you ten times deeper. Deeper into relaxation. Deeper into your son’s voice. Deeper into your son’s control.”

With that I leaned over and licked at the wet spot on the sheet. Tasting my dad’s precum on the sheet shot a ring of horny electricity from my head to my toes. The Marine’s salty precum instantly intoxicated me and shoved me further into heat. I triggered him again to get him even deeper and even more controlled. And again. And again. And again. Each time his cock throbbed and flared under the sheet even more. I slowly pulled the sheet back on my now completely mindfucked Marine dad, watching it caress every contour of his muscles. His cock sprung straight up in the air, head glistening with precum. I bent over, going as slowly as I could, making sure to enjoy every moment of what I had fantasized about for so long.

“Now Dad, in a moment your cock is going to get the most incredible pleasure it has ever felt. Ever. The more pleasure your cock feels, the deeper you’re going to go. Deeper into relaxation. Deeper into my voice. Your son’s voice. And deeper into my control.”

I wrapped my lips around my Marine father’s cock head and felt my body and mind sizzle with animal lust. I made my way down his hypnotized cock. Gobbling up inch after glorious, mindfucked inch. Up and down I went, feeling dad’s beautiful, stiff rod between my lips and down my throat. Working him into a frenzy. Bringing him closer and closer to the edge and then backing off. Over. And over. And over. Knowing all the while it was fucking his mind even harder. Even deeper. His will gone. His body responding in a raw ecstasy. His mind so empty. His cock so hard. His body so mine. I went all the way down on him one last time and tasted that Marine precum deep in my throat. I pulled back slowly, stood up and triggered him three more times.

“On your feet, soldier!” I barked.

“Sir! YES SIR!” Sergeant Rick said as he leapt from the bed as he’d been trained to do, saluted and stood at attention.

“From now on, Marine, whenever I give you a command, you will carry it out without question. Is that understood, jarhead?” I ordered.

“Sir! YES SIR!” Sergeant Rick said, eyes vacant and glazed, staring straight ahead.

“That cock’s still rock hard, I see, soldier,” I said to my brainwashed dad.

“Sir! YES SIR!” the Marine replied. His cock springing to attention as well.

As great as my father’s hypnotized Marine cock felt in my mouth, and as easy as it was to bring him to the edge with my lips and tongue, I knew what it was I really wanted. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, my knees right at the edge, ass up in the air. “Turn and face the bed, Marine!” I ordered.

“Sir! YES SIR!” Sergeant Rick responded turning to face the bed and my ass.

“Tell me what you see, soldier!” I barked.

“Sir! A muscle ass, SIR!”

I triggered him again. His cock jumped! “Very good. You have to have that ass, jarhead. You want to feel your powerful, stiff Marine cock inside that ass, your son’s ass, don’t you, soldier?”

“Sir! YES SIR!” a silvery strand of precum dripped its way slowly toward the floor from dad’s pulsing cock.

I triggered him yet again, violating his mind even deeper. Even harder. “Bring that Marine cock over here and put the head right against the hole, soldier. You will NOT stick it in until told to do so!” I ordered.

“Sir! YES SIR!” my leatherneck dad said walking his muscled body and swollen cock over to me. My mind raced with lust and naked greed. My dad. His muscles. His mind. His cock. All mine. Mine to control. Mine to use. He placed the head of his cock right at my hole, just as he had been instructed to do. It was warm and slick from all the precum. My ass was twitching in white hot heat, and my mind was swimming in blind, raw lust to feel my Marine Corps, jarhead, muscled, mindfucked, obedient leatherneck dad’s cock slide up inside my hungry fuckhole.

I triggered him again. Twice. Three times. I couldn’t help myself. Each time the head of dad’s cock flared and massaged my puckered hole, relaxing it, readying it for him. “Now, soldier, slide your horny fucking rod up my hole. Your son’s hole. Feel how tight it is. How warm it is. How wet it is. How controlling it is. Feel yourself surrendering all control to your son. Carry out your orders, Sergeant! And as you do, feelings and thoughts will well up inside you, and you will let those feelings and thoughts out. Is that understood, soldier?”

“S-s-sir! Y-Y-YESSSIR!” Dad and I gasped in unison as his cock head pierced my hole and slid inside. Fuck, his cock was thicker than it looked. His cock continued pushing deeper into me. It was so hard and I was so tight that I could feel every vein on his cock against the walls of my ass. The pain that initially needled my ass was now rocketing through my body as a deep, piercing pleasure. My own father’s cock, that thick Marine pole that I’ve jacked off listening to pounding my mom senseless for so long, was now almost all the way up my fucking ass! The horniness I felt was blinding.

“S-s-so fucking tight.” he moaned as he slid deeper into me.

“That’s right, dad. It’s so fucking tight. Now stick your fucking cock up your son’s ass deeper!” I directed as I triggered him again.

“Y-y-yes, son.” my mindfucked Marine dad replied as he shoved his cock deeper into me. Fucking me. His son. The thought of it flooded my mind with endorphins that opened my ass even more. I could feel dad’s cock hitting my prostate, sending shockwaves through my entire body. My head was spinning with pleasure feeling his cock hitting all my spots, driving me to the brink of insanity. I was in such bliss that when I opened my mouth to trigger him once more it was hard to get the words out. But when I did, I could tell that final trigger pushed him over the edge into mindless bliss and obedience to my voice and ass. Dad’s cock was so fucking deep in my ass I thought I was going to split open.

“Pound me. Pound me like you pound her. Fuck me, Rick! Fuck your son! Give me your cock, dad. Don’t hold back.” I ordered him, feeling his huge bull nuts slapping up against my ass. Fucking me with even more fury, I tightened and loosened my ass around dad’s cock and thrust my hips back to meet his. By the way he was fucking me, I could tell he was getting close. I started beating my own cock harder and faster to catch up to him. “You’re getting close, aren’t you dad?”

“Yesson.” the brainwashed voice responded.

“When I say ‘CUM!’, you cum dad. And when you do my ass will feel better than anything you’ve ever had your cock in. The feeling will overwhelm you and you’ll feel yourself explode. Deep. Deep inside your son. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yessson.”

“CUM!”

My good, mindless soldier began bucking furiously, so fucking deep in me. With one powerful, animal thrust inside me, I could feel my dad letting his hypnotized, controlled cum erupt all over my prostate. I could feel his white hot Marine seed hitting my prostate with a horny force that was fucking intoxicating. Coating it in his sticky, warm goo sent shivers through my body. Dammit that felt so fucking sweet. My prostate dripping with my dad’s spunk drove me over the edge. My cock started shooting cum uncontrollably all over the bed and my ass gripped his cock even harder. As dad drove his cock deeper, hitting my prostate even harder, he dumped another mindfucked load inside me. His steel hard boner was forcing another load out of me as well. Gripping hard on his cock with my ass muscles, I milked every last fucking drop of my father’s juice out of his stiff Marine Corps cock, leaving him entirely drained.

I gripped as hard as I could on dad’s pole and slowly backed off of it. Inch by brainwashed inch making its way back out my used fuckhole. It felt just as hot pulling out as it did going in. Every veiny inch was tickling all my spots as it pulled away. Finally the head of my mindfucked soldier dad’s cock was just at at the inside of my pucker. I tightened that ring of muscles as much as I could as the head pulled all the way out. The ridge on the back of his cock head felt so fucking sweet passing over that ring that my whole body shuddered. I could feel dad’s juice starting to drip out of my freshly fucked hole. It’s warm trickle running down that sensitive spot right between my ass and my balls. Dad’s brainwashed Marine Corps juice. Inside me. Trickling out of me. The sensations overwhelmed me. I let out a groan and I instantly became horny all over again. My cock sprang to attention with a hardness that ached.

“Attention, soldier. Eyes straight ahead!”

“Sir, YES SIR!” Dad said standing upright, glazed eyes far off in the distance.

“On the bed. On your back. NOW SOLDIER!”

“Sir, YES SIR!” the mindfucked Marine shouted.

“Legs in the air, soldier. Spread that ass. Show off that fuckhole!” I ordered.

“Sir, YES SIR!” he obeyed immediately.

There it was. Spread open in all its glory. My Marine Corps father’s brainwashed fuckhole. Ready. Waiting for further orders. I walked to the bed, my cock throbbing so hard I thought it was going to burst. I nuzzled the head right at the hole. The precum lubing my head and my soldier dad’s pucker.

“Look me in the eye, soldier!” I ordered my dad.

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

In one instant, one glorious, simultaneous millisecond of time that lasted an eternity, I triggered my father, he went even deeper, lost even more control and I shoved my cock straight up his ass. My college-bound cock buried balls-deep inside my mindfucked, Marine Corps father’s virgin fuckhole.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

He was so fucking vacant. His eyes so empty. His sweet Marine musclecunt gripped so fucking tight around my cock. And I just kept shoving it deeper, feeling dad’s body responding to the pleasure my cock was fucking into him.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

Again! The deeper I took him the better he fucking felt!

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

FUCK! “You have permission to speak freely, soldier!” I growled.

“Sir, YES SIR! Oh God…”

“Y-y-yeah, dad?” I said, pounding him even deeper.

“Fuck me, son. Stick your fucking cock up your Marine dad’s hole! Pound me, son. Pound me like I pound her. Bang this Marine Corps ass. Bang it good, son. Stick your fucking cock up in your dad!”

I triggered him again. God dammit he was deep! And it only made his grip on my cock that much sweeter. “Dirtier, now, dad. Talk like that cocky, jarhead fuck I know you are when you’re with your Marine Corps buddies.”

His eyes got wide and empty with lust. “Yeah, that’s right boy. Bang daddy’s Marine cunt. Stick that fuckin’ pole up my jarhead snatch. I know you lie in your bed at night son, legs spread, beatin’ your big fucking dick, listenin’ to me bangin’ your mom. And I fuckin’ know exactly what you’re thinkin’ when you beat that big meat of yours. You lie there dreamin’ this ass, don’t you, son? Well here it is, boy. Fuck it. Fuck it like a man. Fuck your big ass Marine dad like a man, son! Fill this soldier’s ass with your fuckin’ sweet spunk. C’mon, son! Don’t make love to it like some pussy, rape it! Rape my fuckin’ Marine Corps ass! All for God, Corps and country, son!”

Fuck! The dirtier he was got, the wider he was spreading his legs. The more he was curling then pointing his toes, sending those hot shockwaves that I knew all too well myself all through his body. I stared deep into his eyes, never leaving them, fucking him harder, deeper and faster. His ass like a fucking vise on my throbbing cock.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

I triggered him one last time. I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. I looked deep in his mindfucked eyes. My lips closed in on his the closer I got to cumming. “I love you, dad.” I said gasping for breath as I felt my cum reaching the head of my cock.

“I love you too, son.” Dad said, the vacant eyes suddenly becoming even more vacant. A horny pleading radiating out from deep in the empty of them. His strong Marine hands grabbed at my ass and pulled me even deeper. I put my lips on his and shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth. Our tongues danced in sexual frenzy. My dad so mindless and horny for his son’s cock and cum. His son so hungry to breed his Marine Corps father. There was a blinding instant where time stood still. I shot load after load deep inside my dad’s hungry Marine muscle cunt. His ass clamped around my cock and milked me completely dry. One load. Two loads. Three. A forth. All the while his eyes locked deeply on mine. His hands tightening their grip on my ass cheeks, driving my cum deeper into him. His own hard cock shooting loads in synch with mine. Father and son. One in mind. One in body. One in will. One in muscle. One in orgasm.

I pulled out of my father’s ass feeling it make one last hungry grip on my cock head, milking any last little drops of jism it could get. “Soldier! Look at this fucking mess! Is this how a Marine keeps his bunk?!” I barked at my dad.

“Sir, NO SIR!” my deeply hypnotized Marine father responded, standing at attention.

I got up in my dad’s face just like an angry drill sergeant. “Clean up this fucking mess, soldier! And after you do, clean yourself up. Do I make myself clear, jarhead?!”

“Sir, YES SIR!” my soldier barked in response, eyes so fucking glazed over, mind so empty, body so in union with my voice and will.

“Once you have cleaned up your mess, Marine, you will return to your bed. You will sleep deeply. You will wipe this from your conscious mind. You will keep this little incident locked away for safekeeping in your unconscious mind. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear. Soldier?!” I bellered at my brainwashed dad with the cadence of a drill instructor.

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“Now carry out your orders! DOUBLE TIME, SOLDIER!”

The following morning, I came down from my bedroom to the kitchen to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. And there was dad. Standing at the stove in his boxer shorts and tank top. His enormous back pushing the limits of the shirt. Big shoulders bulging. Arms strong and veiny. His quads were so big the legs of the boxer shorts barely fit around them, and the back of the boxers hugged that muscle ass perfectly. Staring at that ass and knowing that last night I fucked the shit out of that Marine hole started making me hard again. I moved to sit down at the kitchen table before he could see it, but then I thought, Fuck it. Let him get a good look at his son’s big morning boner. I walked up to the counter and stood next to dad, pouring myself some coffee. Cup full, I turned around and leaned back against counter. My cock thrust forward in my lounge pants making it look even bigger.

“Morning, Sergeant Rick,” I said, grinning a cocky, smart ass grin.

My dad’s eyes gaped in disbelief. “Son,” he said through gritted teeth, “if you ever disrespect me, AND the Corps like that again, I will personally see to it that you cry yourself to sleep like a little whimpery bitch each and every night for the remaining two months of your stay under my roof. Are we clear on this.”

It wasn’t a question.

I looked him straight in the eye.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

“Attention, soldier!” I barked. My dad sprung to immediate attention. “Now soldier, you will comply with MY orders” I said in my drill sergeant voice. “You like it when I call you Sergeant Rick. Awake or hypnotized, when you hear me and me alone call you Sergeant Rick, you’ll get hornier each time I say those words. My touch will arouse you. You will become fixated on my crotch. Your fixation will make you crave my cock. Do I make myself clear, soldier?!”

“Sir, YES SIR!”

After further instructing him that he will remain unaware of just having been hypnotized, I woke my dad up. “So, Sergeant Rick, how’d you sleep last night?” I said putting a hand on his shoulder. I could feel dad shudder.

“I slept like a dead one, son. How about you?” he quivered when I withdrew my hand and lightly stroked his bicep.

“Well Sergeant Rick, I didn’t get much sleep. I was up and down most of the night.” Dad already looked like he could cum. I backed off a bit. I didn’t want him cumming just yet. I sat down at the table and dad served up breakfast. All through our meal, I’d drop those magic words into the conversation and watch dad quiver. And as he did I’d adjust myself in my seat and spread my legs so my horny Marine could get a good look. The more I dropped “Sergeant Rick” into the conversation, the more dad squirmed in his chair. At one point I moved my foot over and put it on top of his. “What’s wrong, Sergeant Rick?”

“S-s-son. There’s s-s-something I need to say to you.”

“Sure, Sergeant Rick. What is it?”

“Son, your bulge looks so f-f-fucking HOT!” Dad stammered, his eyes never leaving my crotch.

I curled my toes on the top of his. Instinctively, he curled his up to graze the sole of my foot. “Thanks, Sergeant Rick. I’ve got a big cock, you know.”

“Oh, son! Show it to me. I’ve always wanted to see my son’s big cock!” my mindfucked dad blubbered.

I pulled my pants down and let my big dick bounce up into the air. My dad gasped. Without hesitating, he dropped to his knees and went straight for it. He cradled my nuts in his hand and licked both sides of my shaft. Down one side and then up the other. When he got to the top he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. Dad and I moaned in unison. “Oh, Sergeant Rick. Your son’s cock tastes so fucking good, doesn’t it?”

Dad gave me the best “Sir, YES SIR!” a mouthful of cock could give.

“That’s right Sergeant Rick. Suck your boy’s cock.” I put my hands on the back of his head and started fucking his mouth. “Suck it, jarhead.” Dad’s mouth opened wider and I shoved my dick all the way down his throat. Fuck. It was so wet. So warm. And so hungry. I’ve always admired my dad for so many reasons. Looking down at him working on my rock hard rod, I can add sucking cock to the list. I tightened my grip on the back of dad’s head, and starting fucking his mouth deeper and harder. Having my dad blow me at the breakfast table. Hot as hell. I could feel my body starting to tingle and my cum bubbling up out of my nuts. My dad’s lips gripped my cock even more and his head started bobbing up and down even faster, he could sense what was coming. As I was fucking dad’s mouth, he was totally working to make sure he got me off. I matched my fucking with his head going up and down. I fucked his mouth even deeper feeling myself coming so god damn close. One last stroke in my soldier dad’s mouth and I was shooting cum down his throat. When I started shooting, dad starting sucking even harder.

He was so fucking hungry for his boy’s cum. And I was obliging him in enormous, spurting globs. “Swallow it, soldier!” I ordered. Watching my father’s throat gulping down my sperm drove me nuts. I put my hand under his chin, raised his eyes to mine, and pressed my lips to his. Our tongues darted back and forth in each other’s mouths. I could taste the last traces of my own cum’s saltiness. “You’re such a good, soldier.” I said smiling and looking deep in my dad’s mindfucked eyes. “Now go clean yourself up. When you return, you will forget everything that just happened. Are we clear on this.”

It wasn’t a question.

My brainwashed soldier shook his head in the affirmative.

I watched my mindfucked Marine make his way down the hall to the bathroom. I pulled up my pants and went back to my breakfast. Damn. Dad sure does do a mean breakfast, I thought.

Later that morning, my cell phone rang. Dad picked it up off the table and handed it to me.

“Thanks, Sergeant Rick.” I said grazing my hand against his as I took the phone from him. My brainwashed dad’s eyes got wide and he shuddered with mindless delight.

It was D. “What you and your dad doing tonight?” he asked. He wanted to know if dad and I wanted to come over and grill out with him and his dad. My mind immediately kicked into overdrive.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

“Of course we’ll come over, D. That’ll be fun” I said. I went on to trigger him two more times, making sure he was good and deep and obedient before I filled his empty mind with instructions for the afternoon. “Do you understand, D?” I asked.

“Yesss…” D slurred.

“Now do as I’ve instructed you, D. My Marine and I will be there at eighteen hundred sharp.”

With that I hung up the phone, leaving my D in his mindless bliss.

I spent the remainder of the day taking it easy and getting ready for the barbeque at D’s. I was supposed to mow the lawn , but it was really hot. Sergeant Rick was more than eager to mow the lawn though. After mowing the lawn, he was just as eager to make me my lunch. Nothing tops off a really good lunch like a blowjob from your horny, brainwashed Marine dad. Around one thirty, I decided it was time to get down in the basement and hit the weights. I wanted time to have a nice, intense workout and really build up a good sweat, but still have time for a nap.

Sergeant Rick was more than happy to come downstairs and watch me work out. I made sure he understood that the more he watched me work out and the sweatier I got, the more horny he got. I didn’t want him cumming though, so all was allowed to do was edge. He could come as close to cumming as he wanted as he watched me work up a sweat, but he wasn’t allowed to cum. I wanted to have him really built up for this evening. I think it was just about the best workout I’d had in a long time.

I went upstairs after my workout and got in the shower. The water was really relaxing on my pumped up muscles, and Sergeant Rick did an great job of making sure I was good and clean. Having my dad washing my back for me was such a pleasure. I finished my shower, dried off, then climbed into bed for my nap. I was off to la la land in no time.

When I woke up, I dressed and came downstairs. Sergeant Rick was dressed in his utilities, just as he’d been instructed. “Soldier, are you ready for your evening’s exercises?” I bellered in my drill sergeant voice.

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“Salute when you say that, Marine!”

Dad’s hand and arm snapped to a perfect salute. “Sir, YES SIR!”

I called D to let him know we were on the way. Then I ordered my mindfucked Marine to proceed to the transport vehicle and drive us to the rendezvous point for the beginning the exercise. The ride to D’s house was done in silence, as per orders. The closer we got to D and Mr. Owens’ my heart’s thumping increased. I could feel my breathing getting that horny shallowness that I loved so much. But most wonderful of all, I could feel my cock snaking down the leg of my shorts. I looked over at dad and his crotch was full of hard, brainwashed cock. He hardly blinked the entire drive. So empty. So focused. So obedient. A soldier following orders. Without question. Without resistance. Without hesitation. It was driving me insane with a lust that tingled underneath my skin.

We pulled into the driveway, walked to the door and rang the bell. The door opened to reveal the completely naked, beautiful black, muscled body of my friend D. He stared blankly, not a me or my dad, but off in the distance, somewhere miles behind the back of my head. We walked in and D shut the door and turned back to face me and dad. D’s cock was sticking straight out and was glisteny from head to bush with lube. “Continue now, D.” I instructed.

“Yesss...” he gurgled.

D walked into the living room and bent over the back of the sofa was Mr. Owens, in his Marine blue dress uniform, pants down around his ankles, cheeks spread and hole lubed. D had been fucking him since I called him to let him know we were on our way. D didn’t even pause. He walked directly over to his father and walked his dick right up his ass. Mr. Owens didn’t wince or gasp. He kinda moaned/whined. “You love your son’s big dick up deep in you, don’t you Kevin?” D mouthed at his dad.

“Sir, YES SIR!” Mr. Owens barked as he saluted the wall in front of him. D shoved his mindless dick deeper. He continued fucking him with a deep, heavy rhythm. In and out. In and out. Mindlessly drilling. Over and over. Getting emptier with the more he fucked his dad. The rhythm was like a pump draining his mind. His cock swollen inside the hot black Marine ass. Watching D’s ass pushing back and forth, flexing his muscles, flaring his back, all while so fucking mindless started my cock leaking.

“Over the sofa, soldier! Right next to your girlfriend, there.” the drill sergeant in me bellered at my dad.

“Sir, YES SIR!” my dad said, dropping his pants, bending over the sofa and spreading his cheeks. My cock throbbed so hard I thought I would pass out from the shockwaves it sent through me. I walked my stiff pipe up to dad and nuzzled his pucker with the head of my cock. “Is this what you need, jarhead?!”

“Sir, YES SIR!”

I shoved my cock balls deep. My whole fucking cock. All the way in. In one sweet stroke. I pulled all the way, in another nice, slow stroke.

“THANK YOU SIR. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!”

All the way in in one stroke. All the way out in another. All the while, the hypnotized, hungry, greedy Marine ass was gripping me like a wet, warm, slithery vise.

“THANk YOU SIR. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!”

By the fourth time I did that, the request had been reduced to a whimper. As I continued to fuck my dad’s obedient Marine ass, and D had by now had matched my rhythm. We were like some parts in a machine. Performing our function. Over and over in perfect synch. I reached over, put my hand on D’s chin, turned D’s head toward mine, I stared as deep as I could into his vacant eyes.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him deep as fuck. I shoved my tongue down his throat and felt our tongues mingling in their heated lust. Twisting. Writhing. Probing. Searching. Finding. “Now, D,” I said pulling away. “You are going to put your cock in my dad. And I’m going to put mine in yours. You can do this for me, can’t you?”

“YessIcandothat...”

I switched with D. His enormous, black hypnotized muscle cock inside my dad. My blonde cock deep inside Mr. Owens. Kevin. I’d always thought it would be hot to see D’s cock inside my dad’s white ass. And for the longest time, I wanted to see my white cock inside Kevin’s ass. That cocky, son of a bitch’s ass getting boned by his son’s best friend. And I wasn’t disappointed. His ass was fucking slick and warm as hell. By the way he was gripping my cock, I could tell he was about as deep as my dad was. “Soldiers! Look at each other! Now kiss, Marines. And do it like you fucking mean it!” I hollered.

Seeing my dad kiss Mister Owens drove me absolutely fucking insane. Two muscular, horny, mindfucked Marines tonguing the hell out of each other, while they’re getting banged by each other’s sons. I grabbed D’s chin again and pulled him to me. I shoved my tongue down his throat as well. Hearing our dad’s moan and groan, the sloppy “wet lube” sound of our cocks fucking our dads, D’s and my tongue dancing in each other’s mouths, it was all swirling together, bringing me closer. Faster than I wanted it to, actually. I wanted to savor every moment of this first time we were all together, so I slowed my fucking. D matched my rhythm perfectly. The fuck sweat of all our bodies was beginning to mingle. All of us, slick and glisteny with it. The smell of the two sweaty, mindfucked Marines, one in his utilities, one is his dress blues, both with their pants around their ankles, releasing their greed and horniness into the air through every pore in their brain raped bodies. It was fucking intoxicating. I looked at D. He was so lost. So vacant. So fucking empty. As he pumped my dad with his long, fat cock, he was just staring blankly into nothing. Mouth slightly ajar in a naked, empty horniness that made his muscularity and emptiness look even hotter.

Kevin, Mr. Owens, started rocking up on the balls of his feet, arching his back and thrusting his ass back onto my cock. I could tell the more he got fucked, the more fucked he was. Now furiously making out with my dad and practically shoving his ass onto my cock. I knew right then he’d been broken. My best friend’s dad, my Marine fuck slave. I looked over and my dad was doing the exact same thing! And D was riding him deep as fuck. My dad. The mindless cock slave Marine. I ordered D to pull out of my dad, and for the two Marines to stand at attention.

If my dad was surrendering that deeply, and opening up to being that much of a brainwashed, cock slave Marine, I wanted to be the one fucking him. And likewise for D. If our dads were transforming into being cock horny and mindless Marine slaves, then they deserved the privilege of being tipped over into it by their own sons.

I ordered them both to strip, proceed into Mister Owens’ bedroom and onto their backs. I put dad’s ankles in my hands and slid my pole deep up inside him. D shoved his cock up his dad at the same time. I reached out to hold D’s left hand with my right. D reached his right hand out to hold his dad’s left hand. Kevin reached over and held Sergeant Rick’s left hand in his right, and dad reached his left hand to hold my left. The circle was now complete. Fathers completely surrendered to their sons and their cocks. All swirling in its mindfucked, brainwashed, horny, hypnotized glory. Dad and Kevin started bucking back to meet our thrusts in unison. D and I started pounding our dad’s even deeper. Fuck did his mindfucked, military ass feel good! It felt the kind of good when you just know you’re on the verge of losing any amount of control you may have left. You’re swirling right on the edge of it, wondering if you should dive right in to it, or back off and enjoy it a bit longer. Either way would feel incredible. In that instant, I’d never felt more connected to my dad. More love for my dad. More in control of my dad. D and I were so in synch fucking our dad’s that there was no way his nuts couldn’t be boiling with cum like mine were. I whispered a final instruction in D’s ear.

D’s eyes became even more vacant. “When I say ‘CUM’ you come, soldier! Do I make myself clear?” he bellered like a drill sergeant at his brain raped Marine dad.

“Sir, YES SIR.” Mister Owens said arching his back and ass even more.

I gave my father the same command, and I got the same response. I turned D’s face to mine, kissed him one last time, and said deeply into his blank slate of a mind, “1, 2, 3!”

We both snapped our heads round to lock our gazes on our Marine fathers. “CUM!” we ordered in unison.

“SIR! YES SIR!” they replied in unison, asses clamped down on our cocks in naked, desperate, mindfucked horniness. Their cum started shooting, spurting like like geysers, coating their muscular, ripped, Marine abs and chests in white hot spunk. D and I both leaned over and locked lips with our fathers. Almost as if we’d practiced our timing forever, D and I began shooting simultaneously. Drenching our Marine Corps fathers’ insides with our horny jism. One load. Two loads. Three. Four. FIVE! Brainwashing our fathers with our young, virile sperm. I could feel my dad’s moans and groans vibrating off his tongue and onto mine, and all throughout my mouth. His body quaking. His hands frantically groping me in his blinding heat for my cock. Wanting to savor every bit of his son on top of and inside him. My dad. My big, tough, Marine Corps dad. Full of his son’s seed. Ass trickling the overflow of his son’s warm juices. I looked over and could see that Kevin’s ass was dribbling his son’s cum as well. Like my dad and me, D and his dad remained lip locked. Both of us savoring every last drop that was being squeezed out of our shafts and into our jarhead dads. After what seemed like hours, D and I pulled out. I stood back and admired the scene. Our brainwashed soldier fathers forever bound to their sons by the young, gooey seed planted deep inside each of them. One of those sons, my best friend and future college roommate, was not only drained of his seed, but of his mind and will, also. Father and son. United as they were meant to be. In mind, body, and seed.

“Marines! Front and center!” I commanded. Our fathers snapped to attention. “I want this mess cleaned up, you leathernecks showered and clean, this boy cleaned and dressed accordingly,” I said pointing to D, “and the food grilling in exactly 30 minutes. Do I make myself CLEAR?!” my drill sergeant self ordered.

“Sir, YES SIR!” our fathers replied together.

“MOVE soldiers!” I bellered.

As they scampered to obey their orders, I headed for the basement to the shower the Owens’ had there. As I looked back at my three mindfucked men, my dad, Mister Owens and D marching down the hall toward the bathroom I grinned and thought to myself, And mom’s gonna be gone for another three days.

The following Monday dad was up early and was shaving when I walked in the bathroom. I stood leaning in the door in my boxer shorts watching, waiting for him to finish so I could piss. He was still damp from his shower. Little beads of water clinging to the crevices in his muscles. His nipples hard with morning sleepiness. A slight bulge under his towel

“Morning, Sergeant Rick,” I said. He squirmed in heat and his cock sprang up under his towel. I probably shouldn’t do that when dad’s holding a razor to his chin. “So, you’re off to work today, huh, Sergeant Rick?”

“Fuuck-k-k” he tried to mumble as he shook at the sound of my voice saying his magic words. “Y-y-yes, son!” I couldn’t tell if he was answering my question, or thanking me for the bliss. Did it really matter?

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

“Attention, soldier!” I commanded. Dad snapped to immediate attention. Standing to attention so fast caused his towel to unwrap and fall to the floor. My beautiful Marine dad. So fucking hypnotized, so mindfucked, standing stiff at attention, eyes vacant and distant, cock stiff as a board, sticking straight out.

“Now, Sergeant Rick,” I said wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking him lightly. Teasingly. “Tell your son what you’re REALLY doing with these recruits you meet with at your job. It’s more than just simple orientation, isn’t it?”

“These recruits are specially selected, SIR! They are selected to be trained as Marine interrogators, SIR! They are selected as they come into training while their minds are still fresh, uncluttered and open, SIR! Then Sergeant Owens and I instruct them in the various techniques of interrogation and information extraction, SIR!”

“Salute me when you say that, soldier!”

“Sir, YES SIR!” Dad’s hand snapped to his forehead in a perfect, rigid salute.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

“Do you use the book that was in your footlocker in the attic?” His cock flared in my hand. His balls began to draw up and tighten.

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“During your class today, you will conduct lessons from the hypnosis section of the book. You are going to hypnotize the entire class. Do I make myself clear?!” He was quivering on the verge of cumming.

“S-s-sir, YES SIR!”

“You are also going to hypnotize Sergeant Owens in the car on your way to work today. You will instruct him that as you begin hypnotizing the class under the disguise of conducting the day’s lesson, he will assist you without resistance or question. Is this clear, soldier?”

“Sir, YES SIR!”

I dropped down to my knees, grabbed his ass with my hands and swallowed him whole. He was so close that it took only two strokes of my mouth up and down his cock for him to start spurting his load down my throat. As he shot, I deep throated his hypnotized cock and felt the warm trickle of his Marine spunk down my gullet. Nothing like a father’s mindfucked jism down his son’s throat to start the day off right!

“Now, Marine,” I said standing back up. “I have one last instruction for you to carry out today during class.” I gave my brainwashed father his final instructions. “Now, complete your preparations for work and carry out my instructions.”

“Sir, YES SIR!”

The ride to work was a hot one, I’m sure. My zoned out dad driving along as if nothing was out of place, then BAM! Mister Owens, completely zonked out at my dad’s command. All his muscles, his mind, his cock, all under my dad’s control. My control. I was in the shower when I was thinking about it, the warm water trickling down my chest and abs, running down my cock, making it harder by the minute. I could see my dad’s eyes, so glassy and distant, the mindless bulge in his pants as he talked Mister Owens deeper.

“Take him deeper, dad.” I whispered to myself, rubbing my cock, my body leaning forward under the shower head’s water. The warm water running down my back. As dad was sliding Mister Owens deeper into his control, I could see Mister Owens’ big, strong, black muscles getting tighter and tighter as his mind slipped away more and more. And the more he slipped away, the more his pants filled with his hard cock.

“That’s right dad,” I said, my eyes closed, water washing me clean. “Take him!” My cock so hard imagining my brainwashed father doing my bidding. My commands enslaving him. Enslaving Mister Owens. Seeing them both get out of dad’s car, looking so normal as they walked to their office. No one they passed in the parking lot or hallways realizing how absolutely mindfucked they were. How much they were mine. Mine to use. Mine to control. Mine to manipulate like hot, muscled, Marine puppets.

Inside my dad’s office, Mister Owens would be standing naked, as I instructed him through my dad. My dad on his knees, sucking Mister Owens’ beautiful, black cock, deepening both their trances as he did. Mister Owens’ instructions being shoved deeper into his empty brain the more my dad sucked his cock.

“Deeper dad”, I whispered to myself as all three of us neared our orgasms. Mister Owens in my dad’s mouth. My dad’s own hard cock, throbbing, ready to shoot completely on its own, without the need of touch. And my own cock being brought closer by the images in my head and the shower water dancing down the shaft and tickling the head. Dad’s mouth was now bobbing up and down with horny fury on Mister Owens as we all came closer. Closer. The tingling that shot through my body right before I cum shooting from my nuts out into my entire body now, shoving me towards orgasm. Unable to make it stop. No need to make it stop. No desire to make it stop. Just an uncontrollable lust to give in and let it consume me like a beautiful, horny flame.

“Cum my beautiful Marine slaves. Cum!” I said shoving my ass forward, fucking my own hand, body tingling with the fire of orgasm, my mind swirling in mindless heat for my dad and Mister Owens to cum together with me. I saw them in my mind. Mister Owens shooting his mindfucked Marine spunk in my dad’s mouth, saluting into nothingness as he did. Into bliss. Into control. Into MY control. His orgasm deepening his programming. My dad’s cock throbbing, a will of its own. My will. Spewing its warm gooey Marineness all over his office floor. And my cum, exploding from my cock like a bullet from a gun, hitting the wall of the shower in front of me as I imagined the scene in my dad’s office. All three of us. One.

When my mindfucked father and Mister Owens entered the classroom, the room of fresh recruits, stood from their chair-desks and snapped to attention. Some of the recruits were fresh out of high school, having come directly to the Marine Corps. Other recruits were still in high school, being participants in the local high schools’ ROTC programs. Each recruit stood motionless awaiting their orders. Already they were learning. The class text book was the same book I had found in the attic, placed with perfect Marine precision on top of each desk.

“Good morning, recruits.” My dad and Mister Owens said almost simultaneously.

“Good morning, SIR!” The recruits replied and saluted in unison.

“Take your seats recruits and open text books to Chapter 8, “Hypnosis”.

The recruits opened their books and began following along as my brainwashed dad and Mister Owens took turns reading aloud. My dad had a video screen set up in front of the classroom. He showed the recruits various images that went along with the chapter. The kind of optical illusions that seemed to move on their own and flashing or pulsing lights with binaural sounds. All designed to demonstrate what they were being read, but also to begin covertly softening their minds and stiffen their cocks. When my dad came to the part of the chapter that was the actual induction, Mister Owens dimmed the lights and changed the image to a slowly rotating spiral. Slowly, one by one, the recruits stopped following along in the book, and started watching the spiral. Focusing more and more on the sound of my dad’s strong voice reading to them.

I instructed my dad to begin his induction on his class of recruits at exactly 9:15. I arrived right at 9:20 and slipped quietly into the back of the classroom. My beautifully brainwashed dad. Standing in his utilities beside the spiral. Motionless. Not even reading the induction from the book anymore. Just staring mindlessly out into nothing, reciting the induction by heart. Even from the back of the room I could see how much dad was being turned on by it all. I had told him before he left home that mindfucking the entire class would be so powerful that it would mindfuck him even more as well. Placing him more and more under my control. And as he prepared the room for reprogramming, he would also be brainwashing Mister Owens even more, too.

An entire room of fresh recruits. Their muscular bodies so motionless. Their cocks so stiff with the pleasure and acceptance. Their softened minds craving to listen. To obey. To submit. To accept reprogramming. All by my own brainwashed, Marine father. All for me. As the room was being hypnotized en masse, submitting as one to the induction, the spiral and my dad’s voice, each individual recruit was descending into his own personal state of mindfucked bliss, as well. Double penetration.

Jesse, a wrestler for one of the high schools across town, was sitting in the front row. Jesse had bleach blonde, short cropped hair. It looks really great with his blue eyes and tan muscles. A typical surfer boy. Jesse was feeling really great right now, it was obvious. His muscles appeared to be tensing and flexing, and his cock was snaking down his pant leg against his thigh. The warmness of his thigh and the throbbing of his cock in rhythm to the spiral was fucking Jesse’s mind deep and very hard. Jesse didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like, and he wondered if anyone else there was feeling it. As quickly as he thought that, he realized it didn’t matter. He just stop caring about it. About anything. The only thing that really mattered was opening up and letting go. The cadence of Sergeant Rick’s voice, deep, authoritative, sexy, drilling each word deep into his skull was seeing to that. Every word that Jesse heard sent a shiver of release and a feeling of wanting to obey. Needing to obey. His cock throbbed even harder. Whatever it was, Jesse loved it. He just let himself open up to it. It flooded his body and mind and carried him away.

Further back in the room was Chad. Chad was red-headed, green eyed, tall, and a natural athlete. He had played soccer in high school and was going to play for the Marines in the fall. As long as he could remember he had been doing as he was told. Either by his dad or some soccer coach. Chad learned at an early age the importance of doing as he was told. He wouldn’t be the soccer player he was if he hadn’t listened to coaches who knew how to shape and mold his talent into something great. In a way, Chad had spent his entire life being hypnotized. So listening to my dad’s voice and doing as he was being told wasn’t difficult. It was natural. He enjoyed it. Secretly, it turned Jesse on to obey an older, superior voice like Dad’s. Like every other pair of eyes in the room, Chad’s were blinkless as well. Different from the other recruits in the room, though, Chad had tears running down his cheeks. They were tears of joy. He had never had anyone’s authority this deep in his head before. For years he had fantasized, hoped and craved for one of his soccer coaches to speak to him this deeply. And now here he was, being overwhelmed by what utter bliss it was to have someone penetrate and fuck his head like this. Fucking it with orders in the way he’d been hungry to answer to for so long. The hard on Chad felt tightening his briefs was pure and utter joy. Just as he had always fantasized, his cock was taking on a life of its own. It was obeying its own set of orders it was receiving from my dad. And its orders, along with Sergeant Rick’s voice and the spiral, was to rape Chad’s mind to a depth even he had never imagined.

On the other side of the room way in the back I recognized this really shy geeky guy Eddy from my school. I was surprised to see him here, considering he was the kind that would get scared from his own shadow. I made my way to the back of the room. I wanted to get a better look at what was happening to this wallflower. Eddy was completely transfixed. I could see the reflection of the spiral in his coke bottle glasses. He had this frozen, mindless grin on his face. His legs were spread wide, and between them, even through the uniform’s pants I could see his cock pressing against his leg. It was by far one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen! This scrawny little nerd was packing a horse cock! Who would’ve guessed?! As Eddy was clearly enjoying the spiral, he started moaning and lightly humping the nothing, hands on each side of his chair holding his hips up in the air. He let out a gasp that almost sounded like relief as a huge dark spot started spreading out from his crotch. Who the fuck precums THAT much, I thought to myself. Then it hit me, it wasn’t precum, and it wasn’t cum. Eddy was pissing on himself! The dark warm stain had completely covered his crotch and was spreading down his pant legs. Surrendering control of his bladder was only making Eddy’s mindfucking more intense. The more he welcomed the warming wetness growing in his pants, the glassier and vacant his eyes got, and the more his moans and groans bubbled incoherently like some thoughtless animal.

I knew by now that everyone in the room was completely fucked and going deeper. Row after row of beautiful, horny, mindfucked Marine recruits. An entire room at my command. I instructed Mister Owens to go out into the hall and stand guard over this classroom’s door. No one was allowed to enter. More importantly, no one was allowed to leave.

“Sir, YES SIR!” Mister Owens replied, snapping to attention and saluting.

Once Mister Owens had secured the door to the room, I stood in front of the room and faced the rows of empty recruits. “Solidiers, Aaa-tten-TION!” I commanded in my drill sergeant voice. The young glassy-eyed, stiff dicked recruits jumped to their feet. “Recruits in odd numbered rows, completely strip, bend over and put your hands on your knees.”

My cock jumped at the sight. Every other row was lined with naked, midndfucked high school and just out of high school Marine recruits. Eyes blankly forward. Hands on their knees, asses naturally opened by their stance, ready to follow orders.

“All even numbered rows of recruits will drop their pants and move one row forward.”

FUCK! As the even rows pulled their pants down, cocks of every shape and size sprung out. From small to huge, skinny to thick, cut to uncut, they were are beautiful and every head was glistening with precum. And they were mine! All mine to control and use!

“Pants down and hands on your knees, Dad.” I whispered in my Marine father’s ear.

“Y-y-yes my son.” he responded in complete mindfucked serenity.

“Recruits from the even rows, you will now insert your cocks inside your fellow recruits asses!” I bellered.

“SIR, YES SIR!” came the collective response. As they shoved their mindfucked cocks up inside their fellow recruits, I shoved my dripping cock up inside my father’s brainwashed fuck hole. As we all slid inside, the room let out a collective gasp. Half the room in pleasure from being penetrated, the other half from penetrating.

“Recruits! Eyes forward on the spiral! You will not look away unless you are told to. Those of you fucking, you will continue to fuck and pleasure your fellow recruits. Those of you being fucked, you will continue to accept and pleasure your fellow reruits’ cocks. Do I make myself clear?!”

The room responded as one, “SIR, YES SIR!”

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! SLEEP!

I triggered the room. Once. Twice. Three times. Until each and every recruit was brainwashed to the point of no return. “You will concern yourself with three things and three things only. My voice, the spiral and fucking. Do you understand?”

“SIR YES SIR!” The brainless recruits shouted in unison, eyes becoming more vacant, asses opening wider, cocks fucking faster, minds being erased deeper. The room was thick with the aroma of mindless fucking, muscles, sweat and hypnosis. So thick it was intoxicating everyone without the need for commands. And fucking my dad’s hungry, mind raped ass in front of this young, hypnotized class of recruits was making my mind swirl with blinding horniness.

“Oh, Sergeant Rick,” dad’s ass throbbed with a hungry greed around my cock’s shaft and head as he quaked from head to toe. Was his ass built just perfectly for my cock, or was my cock perfectly built for his ass? DId it matter? His ass had a mind of its own, it seemed, and it began clutching my cock with a fury that was making my nuts boil with heat and cum. “Look at what you’ve done, Sergeant Rick. You’ve allowed your son to mindfuck your entire class. Those recruits are looking to you for guidance. Tell them, soldier!” I breathed in dad’s ear.

“Recruits, you will drop deeper into the spiral. You will function as a cohesive unit. You will listen to my son’s voice. You will do as he says. You will open your minds and your bodies to his will. You will be his good, horny Marine recruits.” Dad instructed his mindfucked class.

“SIR, YES SIR!” they responded.

“Oh, Sergeant Rick, you’re such a good daddy. You’ve made me a very happy son.” I said as I fucked him so hard I was practically raping him, looking out on a room full of young Marine flesh finding its collective rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building. “Tighten that fuck hole around your son’s cock, Sergeant!” I ordered.

Sir, YES SIR!” my Marine dad said as he clamped down on my cock. His ass felt so controlled, so smooth, so obedient I thought I was going to go through the roof!

“Recruits, tighten your fuck holes around your fellow recruits’ cocks!” I ordered the room.

“SIR, YES SIR!” They replied. Moans and groans from every recruit flooded the room.

“Open your fucking mind, dad! You need me in there so damn deep. You have absolutely no resistance. There is no part of your mind I can’t possess. There is no part of your mind you will not surrender to me.” My cock was aching with cum.

“Sir, YES SIR!” I felt dad’s ass quiver and loosen, allowing my cock deeper. FUCK!

“Open your fucking minds, recruits. You need me in there so damn deep. You have absolutely no resistance. There is no part of your mind I cannot possess. There is no part of your mind you will not surrender to me. Your cocks ache with cum.”

“SIR, YES SIR!” The room replied followed by the guttural sounds of military men in blinding primal heat.

I grabbed the control that regulated the spiral and increased its speed. “Eyes on the sprial, soldiers!” I ordered fighting not to cum in my dad.

“SIR, YESSSIR!” The recruits mouthed, the entire room spilling over into a primal, raw, collective, brainwashed rape.

I turned my dad sideways so that he could see the spiral, but I could still have a view of the room. “Give me everything Sergeant Rick! GIVE ME EVERYTHING!” I growled, my building orgasm passing the point of no return.

“Yes, my son. I give everything to you!” he whimpered, voice hitting high pitched gurgles as I raped him harder and deeper.

“CUM, RECRUITS!”

“SIR, YES SIR!” The room’s orgasm was so intense that it felt like a blast wave from a bomb hitting me in the face. It was so powerful that I swear to this day it made a noise. As the recruits were cumming, I was pumping load after load into my dad. His son’s hot, controlling seed deep inside his mind raped ass. His cock spurting his Marine jism like an out of control geyser. Every time he shot his ass clinched me tighter, pulling more cum from my swollen nuts. The recruits continued shooting in unison as well. Each orgasm followed by gasps of naked, mind-raped ecstasy. All eyes never leaving the spiral.

I slowly turned the spiral back down to its normal speed. As much as I didn’t want to, I eased my cock out of my dad. He had drained me completely dry. I turned to view my recruits.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! SLEEP!

“Aa-tten-TION!”

“Sir, YES SIR!” The naked recruits sprang to attention. Cocks still hard and dripping.

“Now soldiers, one last final order for you to follow.” I told their fried minds. I took great care to have them concentrate even deeper on the spiral and I triggered them two more times. I carefully explained my instructions, placing it deep in their unconscious minds as I dressed myself, and brought Mister Owens back inside. “Do you understand.”

It wasn’t a question.

The room of stiff cocks, used holes and empty minds saluted, “SIR, YES SIR!”

“Now my recruits, when you hear me snap my fingers, you will dress yourselves, take your seats, slowly wake up and resume class. You will have no memory of being under my control here today, but your unconscious mind will remember its instructions.”

“SNAP!”

I slipped out of the room and headed over to D’s.

*****

What I thought was going to be a long summer flew by. In the remaining two months before we left for college, I continued hypnotizing D as much as possible. Dad had been eager to give me the list of recruits from the class that day. I did my best to get through the list in my remaining two months at home, but I only got through M. When I came home now and then on weekends and at holidays I would pick up where I left off. I also continued hypnotizing and mindfucking my dad, as well. The last week I was home, Dad and I got very close. I programmed him so that as he was fucking my mother each night, his head would be filled with lust for the son he knew was listening in the other room, jacking his big, stiff dick. At 3.15 every morning, once my mother was in here post-coital slumber, my soldier dad was to come to my room and report for inspection. It was the perfect end to the summer and my life under his roof.

Before I left for college, I did give my dad, and in turn Mister Owens, one last order for them to carry out while I was away for the fall semester. Whenever dad and Mister Owens went out to recruit they would immediately drop very deep down into trance. Standing in front of a room of potential recruits makes them so fucking horny. Their cocks will be so fucking stiff, so turned on “knowing” they’re recruiting for me. After each recruiting session the horniness dad and Mister Owens feel will overwhelm them. By the time they get to my dad’s office, they’ll be blind with lust. It will rip their minds open, letting the mindfucked, mindless bliss consume them. It will only make them hornier to recruit, because recruiting makes them hornier. The infinite loop of horniness. Ensnared by their own passions. By their desire to please me. By their desire to serve me.

Fast forward to now. I’m here with D in our new place getting ready to start our college adventure. I didn’t feel much like unpacking any boxes, so I saw to it that D was more than eager to take on that duty. As I lounged on the sofa with my ice cold beer, watching D, sweaty and naked, eyes glazed and distant, cock hard and muscles pumped lifting yet another box, my phone rang. It was my dad.

“Heya, Sergeant Rick!” I said softly into my dad’s brain on the other end. “Yea, we’re getting all settled in. D and I are doing double time to get everything unpacked. Yea. Almost everything’s put away.”

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

“At attention, Marine! This Friday afternoon, you and Mister Owens are going to drive up to stay with me and D for the weekend. You will see to it that he understands this and obeys as you do. You will also bring that special device we talked about in our last chat. Failure is not an option, soldier! You will both report here at exactly thirteen hundred, and not a minute later. Are we clear on this.”

It wasn’t a question.

Continued in Takedown

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summary: in which it’s pouring outside and jungkook is craving s’mores.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: is this considered having an existential crisis ? mention of making out <3

note: we’re in the middle of summer but i waited for it to rain all week just to write this. because it only felt right shrugs. do i wish you’d read this while listening to rain sounds in the bg ? maybe.

as always lmk what you think :] mwah

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“we look like a movie poster for those indie romance movies right now.” jungkook utters quietly with a small smile, the kind that shows more in his eyes than his lips. “the kind that leaves you with an ache in your heart for days but it hurts so good because the movie felt too real and too dreamlike at the same time.”

hushed whispers floating in the cold, unlit living room. his voice loud enough for you to hear despite the clouds crying loudly up above the sky and over the roof over your heads. the clouds’ weeping is music for the gentle souls, after all.

you ought to chase his words around, hands clawing at the air and naked feet pattering against the carpeted floor, just to swallow and keep them safe in your heart. your little treasure chest that had to break a couple million times to accommodate more words. more memories. more love.

a kiss is pressed on the exposed skin of your right shoulder, the sleeve of your oversized shirt hung lower and lower the longer the fervent dancing of your lips with jungkook’s went on.

your legs around his waist. his hands holding your waist. your hands grasping at the loose shoulders of his grey shirt. his forehead leaning against yours. why do lovers hold on to each other as if there will be no tomorrow to come? at which point of loving does the subconscious and irrational fear of the world ending at any second start to surface? the thought of the humankind ceasing to exist has been stubbornly knocking on your skull these days. and to put it frankly, your only concern about it is not being able to kiss jungkook like this again.

“too real and too dreamlike.” you repeat his words. your fingers caress his face tenderly, index finger tracing the scar on his cheek. every bump and every dent give you the reassurance that you are not dreaming. you sigh a breath of relief. “that describes you perfectly.”

“nuh-uh,” he raises an eyebrow. “that was meant for you. you know, i find it hard to believe how lucky i am. that i can hold you like this.” he softly squeezes your hips to emphasize his point.

“there are moments when i realize that oh shit, i have the most beautiful person in the world in my life and i am in theirs. ah, just saying it out loud like this makes it even harder to believe. i’m so happy.” the expressions on his face are so endearing to you. the pout of his lips. the way his bambi eyes widen when he says certain words. when he closes them and tilts his head to the side with a bunny smile while saying that he’s happy.

“i get the same feeling very often, too. i think you can tell when it happens.” you chuckle, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“is it when you ask me if we can take a bath together just so i’d wash your hair?” he teases, having done exactly that the night before.

you groan, lightly hitting his chest. “you volunteer to do that!”

“but baby, that’s the point.” he jokingly slaps his hand on his forehead and shakes his head in fake disappointment.

“well you also asked me to shave your stubble this morning, so what’s your point?”

his laughter tickles your ears. it’s one of his rare laughs, louder and deeper than the usual. “the point is! we’re just as crazy for each other, baby!” he grabs your face to give you a smooch on the lips, the ‘mwah’ sound so clearly pronounced. it makes the two of you laugh that you almost cry.

god, how you wish you could’ve captured that moment to watch over and over again until you get sick of it. (the truth is you’d watch it forever if it was up to you because no way you’re ever getting sick of it, but for the sake of sounding sane, let’s pretend that you someday would.)

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you’re laying comfortably without saying anything, squished between jungkook and the couch. you believe the mutual love you have for the rain binds you two together. why else would you be tangled with each other while watching the heavy rain blur the giant window of your living room? the small potted plants sitting on the windowsill are watching with you in pure tranquility, you can tell.

can you believe the clouds have been carrying that much water all this time? it must’ve been hard. oh, the poor clouds.

you think about the soil of the earth. oh, how dearly welcoming they are of the shattered pieces of raindrops. they embrace them all oh so tight until they become one and inseparable. you adore how the soil turns shades darker when it gets wet; how the color gradually spreads; how they come to be more alive. so warm, so comforting to admire the nature like this. to know that they love as humans do makes you want to love much harder.

“i’m craving something, but i can’t put my finger on it.” jungkook is the first to speak after more than twenty minutes of only the sound of rain stimulating your ears.

“jeon?” you take a guess. eyes still focused on the raindrops racing down the glass.

“hmm, no.”

“kalguksu?”

“no.”

“sujebi? ramyeon?”

he heaves a sigh. “noooo.”

“drinks, maybe? makgeolli?”

“still no. but that sounds nice right now.”

you grow silent as you try to think of other food he would usually crave when it rains. moments later, you feel his teeth softly biting the fleshy part of your palm below the thumb. not again.

you look up to him, eyes blinking in disbelief. “jungkook, i hate to break this to you but . . . i’m not edible.”

he pulls away, face feigning innocence. “that doesn’t explain why you taste so sweet.” and bites again, letting his teeth sink a little deeper this time.

“that’s because i don’t.”

he pulls away again. “i’m the one who had you in my mouth. you can’t tell me otherwise.”

you roll your eyes and make a face. he is about to bite you again when it hits him. sweet. and soft. marshmallows? hmm, no- oh wait-

he dramatically gasps, leaning forward and leaving only a few inches of distance between your faces. “baby, s’mores. i’m craving s’mores.”

“what?” your eyebrows knit together, before a smile forms on your lips. “s’mores out of nowhere?”

“i want some so bad.” he whines, head falling back to the pillow in distress. it isn’t exactly advisable to drive in the pouring rain just to buy a bag of marshmallows. the pieces of wood in the backyard are most likely wet from the rain, too.

“okay, get up.” you order him, patting the side of his ass.

“do you need to pee? i’ll come with you.”

you look at him as if he just grew two heads. boys like tagging along to the bathroom too? okay. new information encoded.

you boop his nose, feeling very much endeared with your boyfriend. “i’ll make you s’mores, silly.“

“huh? how?”

“just get up and come with me in the kitchen.” you push him lightly, and the lower half of his body slowly slides down the couch until he’s sitting on his ass on the floor. you slide your feet into your fluffy slippers because the kitchen floor is cold. he watches your every movement, sitting there lost and confused.

“meanie!” he yells out before standing up to follow you to the kitchen, careful not to slip with his socks on. when he arrives, you’re already standing on a chair from the dinner table set, pulling out a large bag of marshmallows from the top cabinet.

he stands beside the chair as you chew on a marshmallow, clearly feeling very pleased with the sugar playing with your taste buds. you feed him a yellow one, which he accepts with a glare. you smile at him innocently, stuffing his mouth with another.

“you’ve been hiding this from me?” his voice comes out muffled, the mallows making his rosy cheeks look extra soft and puffy.

his accusation leaves you offended. “do you really think i’d hide something here? i’m smarter than that!”

“that’s the point! you know nobody opens the top cabinets. there’s nothing in there because you can’t reach.” you purse your lips to contain your giggles. his mouth full of mallows and his wild hand gestures make it impossible for you to take him seriously.

you click your tongue, hiding the bag on your back. “so do you want s’mores or not?”

“i want.” he answers right away, sounding almost sad. you pat his head as a silent way to say good boy before turning around and hopping down the chair.

jungkook follows you to the stove animatedly, and his face brightens up when he realizes what you’re about to do. “you’re using the stove as fire?!”

“what else would i use it for, dummy?” you turn it on at low setting, and then insert the stick on a marshmallow. you start to roast it over the small fire exactly how you would if you were out camping in the middle of nowhere.

“is this safe?”

“i’ve been doing it since i was eight. and i’m healthy and alive.” you blow out the fire that got caught on it. “say ahhh.” he obeys, closing his lips around the stick and pulling out the marshmallow. it immediately melts and the delicious taste he has been desperately craving goes off like fireworks in his mouth.

“i’ll bring the graham crackers and nutella.” he gives you another quick kiss on the lips before he moves around the kitchen looking for them. you taste the marshmallow when you lick your lips after.

“baby, bring the chair too, please?”

he comes back with the graham crackers and the jar of nutella sitting on the chair he is carrying. “where do i put this?” you move to the side and point to the space infront of the stove. he sets it down there before hopping on the counter hugging his beloved food. you, on the other hand, climbs on the chair and sits down squatting. you’re on the perfect level as the stove.

and you spend the afternoon like that, you roasting marshmallows while jungkook is waiting with a graham cracker between his teeth. he bites down on it and takes the marshmallow from your stick before licking the spoon of nutella.

you’re too preoccupied with making sure the marshmallow you give him won’t burn his tongue to notice the red hearts replacing your boyfriend’s irises. you make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper without even realizing it. how do you endlessly find ways to make him happy? it doesn’t matter how small or big your gestures are, because the fact that it comes so naturally to you is what he appreciates the most.

the rain hasn’t stopped. you watch it pour from the window that stretches all the way to the both sides of the wall (it was your special request. you love seeing nature while doing whatever is that you’re doing. curtains exist anyway). the golden bell tree in your backyard stands out in the dull ambiance looming over the town. you notice the low area on the right side of the garden is almost completely submerged in brown water.

“we need to buy more garden soil.” you remind your boyfriend.

he peeks outside the window and makes a noise of vexation. “we do. let’s fix it together next weekend.”

when he looks back, a roasted marshmallow is already waiting for him to be devoured. “you should have some too, my love.” he holds your wrist and guides it into your mouth, and then feeds you a piece of graham cracker he dipped in the nutella jar. you give him a pleased smile, munching on the sweet treat with sheer delight.

he smooths down your hair affectionately before reaching down to give a tender kiss to your cheek. “you have never done anything to me that was not good. i love you.” you lean against his touch, savoring his natural warmth. his words tug at your heartstrings until you feel your heart get stuck in your throat.

“i love you more.”

they say that the most beautiful memories from your life flash before your eyes moments before you die. and you just know this memory in particular would be one of them. you wish you could relive this one day - the overflowing sincerity of his voice, the warmth of his hand, the sweet scent of the dessert, the rain knocking on the roof and the windows. god, even the piece of marshmallow stuck between your lower gums and teeth, and the feeling of your ankles getting painfully numb from your position. you want it all. all over again. one more time. one last time.

jungkook offers you a bite of the first proper sandwich he made, and he pulls it away until the line of melted marshmallow caught between your lips breaks. along with it, your resolve snaps into ruins. tears slide down your cheeks one by one. unstoppable.

your sniffles catch his attention in no second. he drops the half eaten sandwich on the plate and hops down the counter. without any struggle, he carries you to replace your spot on the chair. he places you on his lap to hold you as close as possible.

“baby, baby wha-” he pauses for a second to turn off the stove. it would be really bad if your hair gets burnt.

“what’s wrong, hmm? talk to me, please.” he brushes away the strands of hair blocking your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“i’m just- i never believed i’d ever get to a point in my life where i’d feel this happy and content.” you bite your lower lip harshly in a futile attempt to stop your tears. you’re being too dramatic, you scold yourself internally. “and lately, i’ve been feeling like everything will slip between the gaps of my fingers soon. and i just really don’t want that to happen.”

jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach. you used to reject the idea of happiness in your life, but over time you’ve learned how to welcome it with open arms. he was right by your side when you were still learning how to break down the walls you built yourself. and he realizes that this time around, you’re terrified of losing the happiness that took you a long time to be allowed to have.

he says your name softly, breathing out a sigh. “i can’t promise you things like this or that will never happen, because life is complicated and unpredictable. i can only promise you myself. that you will always have me because i will always choose to stay. so let’s stay here, okay? let’s not think about the past or the future. let’s live in the today and savor every moment gifted to us. let’s say what we want to say. let’s do what we want to do. so that we only have good memories to keep and no regrets to dwell on.”

you nod your head repeatedly, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

“i want nothing more in the world than for you to be happy for a long, long time.” he tells you quietly, like a handwritten confession he’s been keeping in his pocket for years. he takes over wiping your tears, gingerly caressing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“you’ve been making me happy for a long, long time. i love you. i really do.” you swallow thickly, softly pushing his hands away.

he pouts. “i love you more. let me wipe away your tears.” but you push them away again.

“give me something to wipe my snot with first maybe.”

“ah, my baby is feeling better now. here, use my shirt.” he offers the bottom of his shirt with a wide grin, and you shoot him a glare. “what? don’t worry. i’ll do the laundry as the laundry fairy.”

you get on your feet and use the box of tissue sitting on the corner of the counter to blow your nose on instead. he follows you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder while you do your business. he hums a random love song, slowly swaying your bodies from side to side.

when his eyes stray outside, he sees that the backyard is getting flooded. yeah, i need to work on that as soon as possible.

“i want more s’mores.” you say after tossing the dirty tissues in the bin.

“i’ll make them for you, baby.” you feel his lips briefly press against the skin of your neck, before he tugs at your hand and hoists you up on the counter by the waist. you swing your feet back and forth in the air.

“i’ll start making dinner too. kalguksu?” he inquires, and you agree with his choice. he also craves it after all. he turns on both spots of the stove and gets to work, roasting marshmallows for you while he waits for the dish to cook.

“we’re not allowed to consume sugar in the next two weeks.” you gulp down a tall glass of cold water after telling jungkook that you’ve had enough.

he winces. “isn’t two weeks a bit too long?”

“thirteen days then.”

“ah, yes, thirteen. our lucky number. that should do.”

you narrow your eyes. him agreeing right away is suspicious . . .

“i’ll be hiding the marshmallows for real this time.”

his shoulders visibly drop. “twelve days?”

“no.”

a bolt of lightning rips through the grey sky, making the ground vibrate from its extremely loud scream. you flinch in fear and shock, your heart almost jumping out of your chest.

“you have angered the sugar gods!”

“jungkook, it’s not funny!”

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