#they may or may not work side by side in the future...

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE

My son Braden brought in a couple of beers - I'd been cutting back and was on a fitness kick, but this felt like a special occasion. But as he set them down on the side table he knelt down in front of the couch, his thick muscle filling out his black T-shirt and jeans.

I had a good idea what was going to happen. "Um, Brade... this is supposed to be YOUR homecoming," I said.

My son looked up at me. He had a killer smile, and some gorgeous looks he'd partly inherited from his mother, fair haired, ruddy complected, cute dimples. The square jaw, roman nose, and brown eyes were mine, though.

"It is, Dad," he said. God, somehow his voice had gotten deeper during his deployment. "I've been thinking about this for months." His hands reached forward and undid my belt then the button of my khakis.

"You sure, buddy?" I asked. We'd moved past the furtive, guilty phase, but this was incest, and I was always looking for a way to put the breaks on things with Braden.

"Sure, I'm sure, Dad." His fingers skill fully peeled down my briefs and pulled out my growing dong. I topped out at 7 and a half inches, and very thick. Braden had almost a carbon copy of my dick, just a smidge shorter, only I'd left his foreskin on. But he wasn't concerned about pulling out his own meat. Instead, he examined my heft and pulled it toward him. "Sit back and let me take care of you."

And like that my hunky Marine son started to give me a slow, loving blowjob.

***

I've made mistakes in life, God knows, but Braden wasn't one of them. Even if he was the result an unplanned pregnancy - wouldn't you know... my swimmers did the job the first time I got laid at 16. I did the right thing in marrying Susan, and we were a good team, at first. Me working full time even as I got my econ degree in college. And me somehow fitting in my CFA studying in between work and child care.

Susan and I made it work, until it didn't. There was no love and no sex, just a partnership in raising our kid. Braden was 8 when we divorced. The only bad part was seeing my son go through that, and visiting with him only on custody weekends and holidays.

He rebelled in his teen years. Brade was good at sports, or more accurate to say that's all he cared about. He refused to take school seriously, and the more I got on his case the more he actively resisted doing homework. Susan, god bless her, tried everything from punishment to incentives, but Braden was a solid C kid who failed sophomore English and had to do summer school.

I was pissed as hell and tried to give him a tough love lecture. Tell him he was going to fuck up his future if he didn't take school seriously. That was the first and last time Braden talked back to me. Calling me a dumb prick and a controlling asshole who wanted to be a parent only when I was in the mood to be. I was enraged, but I held it in.

After that, it was like something shifted. Brade never became a star student, but he apologized to me. He opened up about his emotions, and we talked through them. I assured him I'd be better about being there for him. I could be a workaholic and that was my way of dealing with divorce and realizing I was mostly gay. I finally told Braden that his dad was a homosexual and may at some point date another man. No time soon. I wasn't sure what I expected but my surly jock son clasped in me in a tight hug. "Me, too, Dad," he said. When he pulled back he was tearing up some. "I haven't told anyone," he said. "Don't have the guts."

That was an emotional connection with my son that I wasn't expecting.

I still had a demanding job but I made an effort to see all of Brade's football games and to catch some of his practices too. And then, in Spring, catching wrestling meets.

I'd been frustrated that my son was growing into a man very much the opposite of me. Then I came to love him for who he was. Custody visits stopped feeling like an obligation for him, and something he looked forward to.

Our first kiss just happened. Maybe there was a little sexual tension there, but Braden and I were hanging out and eye contact grew and a spark happened between us. I leaned in just a little. Braden leaned in the rest of the way. He was nervous, and so was I. But our lust took over. The forbidden aspect made us insanely horned for each other.

We made out and groped each other and stripped our clothes off. Right there in the living room, Braden made a beeline for my hard cock.

"God, I've dreamed of this, Dad," he whispered as he wrapped his fingers around the base and pulled it to his lips. "So much."

"Buddy...!" I urged in a tone that let him know he didn't have to do this. But that I wanted it.

It felt great. That was an understatement. It was the mind fuck of incest and the fantasy of seeing my jock son service me - all come to life. I wasn't Brade's first cock, I could tell, but he was still green. Innocent in his way.

I warned him I was about to cum. He sucked harder and moaned. I watched my hunky son take my load and swallow every drop.

I could taste my cum in our kiss when he finally pulled off and I gripped his neck to pull him in toward me.

"Let me do you, Sport," I urged. I was very much in the receiving is better than giving category when it came to sex, and it turns out there was a good supply of men on Grindr who were happy with that arrangement. But Brade deserved some recip head from his Dad.

That dick was a challenge, and I blushed at how much easier Braden had sucked my big cock than I was doing him. But it didn't matter. I loved the taste of him and the knowledge I had my own son's dick in my mouth. Pushing into my throat with each bob.

Brade went wild. He came buckets. I did my best.

As I finally pulled off and licked around his foreskin the best I could without overstimulating him, I heard him say simply and softly. "Thank you, Dad."

***

I took Braden's cherry the night before he shipped out to Basic Training. He didn't ask me to, and I didn't ask him if he wanted it. I just started rimming him, licking and feasting on his nearly hairless hole before I reached for the lube. As I locked eyes on him and slid one finger in and out, then two, then three, I knew Brade was ready. I wanted him so bad just then, but more than that I wanted to connect with him in the most intimate way before he went away.

Lord knows I'd lectured him about using protection. Even if Braden was the light of my life, I didn't want him facing an early pregnancy like I did as a teen. So I sheathed up my thick piece of dad meat before I slowly entered him.

I could tell it stung, maybe a lot, but Brade was a trooper. Holding on to me. Feeling up the chest muscle he loved. Focusing on the act he'd dreamed of. Pretty soon, he was feeling it, the pleasure of bottoming. It's something I'd tried only a couple of times before I realized I enjoyed topping a lot more. But Braden was getting very into it. His insides opened for me and his whole body seemed to receive the fuck, his thick athletic legs pulled back, his angelic face pleading with me as much as his deepening jock voice. "Fuck me, Dad!" he said aloud into private space of the master bedroom.

My hips began pumping for real. I'd never been so hard or so much in a sexual frenzy. I wanted this first time to last, but I knew it couldn't, not with how worked up I was and how quickly Braden was approaching orgasm. His 7-incher throbbed and jutted off his crunched abs, leaking like crazy, then quivering like his voice.

"Dad!" he hissed, his eyes widening in disbelief. I was gonna get my Brade across the finish line to a hands-free cum.

I powered the last strokes with that goal.

My son's grip on my body grew tighter, an eagle talon's grip, and his voice climbed to a high whimper.

It was a glorious sight watching that teen cock shoot unaided, all over his body. I could smell the fresh scent of sperm and see the light of the lamp make the white splotches stand out more on his still largely smooth body.

I'm the kind of guy who can't cum with a condom on. But I came inside one while I fucked my son. The sensation and physical thrill was incredible, but mostly it was the idea that Braden was fully a man now.

He loved watching me nut, and I could see a big smile sweep across his face, and a laugh came out of him. He was riding some major sex endorphins, too.

"Way to go, Dad!" he enthusiasm.

"Buddy..." I started. "Goddamn..." I reached down and held on to the rubber as I extracted my dick from my son's ass. No longer vice tight I thought lewdly as I watched my condom-sheathed head clear the breach, a heavy reservoir of cum at the end. Fucking Brade had inspired one of my healthier cum loads.

My son's eyes were on that bulbous tip. "Let me drink that, at least," he urged.

Jesus.

I nodded and scooted up in the bed, waving my still turgid dick in front of him. "Serve yourself, Sport."

His fingers peeled at the rubber and gingerly tugged it off. He brought it to his lips and up ended, taking the semen into his mouth like a shooter. Braden moaned excitedly as he swirled my cum in his mouth before swallowing it. That alone was enough to keep me rock hard.

Wide eyed, my son then discarded the spent condom and then turned back to take me into his mouth.

"You're too good to me, Sport," I hissed.

***

I told myself it was sex. Fooling around of the naughtiest kind. My own goddamn kid. The only thing that kept me from feeling completely guilty is that Braden wanted sex even more than I did. Anytime he came home we found ways to get it on nonstop. Long slow sessions at night. Him giving me road head. Us sneaking into a bathroom stall for a quickie. I got a big box of Trojans and learned to carry a couple on me at all times.

We had our first date night. And the next homecoming our first argument. We were still the odd couple, and Braden resented when I asked him what he wanted to do with his life after the Marines.

"You're just mad I didn't clear enlisting with you first," he said bitterly.

"Come on, Brade," he said. But he was right.

I was in the doghouse the next couple of nights, sleeping on the couch. Part of me resented the fact I was exiled from my bedroom, but the fact I considered it mine instead of ours - after all the ways Braden had given his body to me, after all the pleasure we'd had together - was part of the problem.

I apologized. A real apology, not a Bill half-assed apology. I told him I was in love with him.

My big tough Marine son melted at that. He got off of the kitchen stool and met me in a bear hug. "God, Dad. I love you so much. For real." My son didn't show emotion a lot but he was better at it than me. I hugged back.

Then we kissed. A real lover's kiss. A boyfriend's kiss. Soft, sensual. I didn't want that kiss to end, but it did.

"I'm gonna miss you bad, tough guy," I said, running my fingers along his square jaw.

"I'll miss you, too, Dad," Braden said. "A lot." His hand reached down to cup my crotch. I hardened up under his touch.

He gave a soft laugh. "You must think I'm some kind of nympho."

"I think you're perfect, son." I ran my fingers along his T-shirt, eager to feel the hard flesh beneath. "And I'm grateful for every way you make me happy."

Brade smiled but just took in the words. He looked down at my sweats, which were filling out big time with dad meat, getting harder by the second. "I'd so love to suck you off right now, Dad."

"Why don't you?" I asked, my voice croaking. I was getting very turned on now.

Braden's brown eyes looked up into mine. "Cause it's been three goddamn days since you're fucked me, that's why."

We kissed, harder this time, and began stripping one another. I wanted this to be romantic, a slow screw in the master king-sized bed I'd been exiled from. Braden wanted to be bent over the kitchen table and taken like a whore with just a little cooking oil for lube.

We did it Brade's way.

It was hot, crazy hot, and we'd gotten carried away. In my mind I knew we were fucking without protection. And given how much in heat my Marine son was, there was a good chance he was ovulating. But it felt so good being inside him raw. Intimate with my boy like this. My big hunky, muscled boy, taking my dick and asking for more. Calling me Dad as I railed him.

My Dad brain won out. I pulled out just before I came. I only had to give two tugs and I was firing out one of my biggest loads, all over his muscled back. Brade tried to wiggle his way back onto my but I held him apart. My son was definitely in full fertile heat.

I pulled him up and kissed his neck as he went for his cum, my own semen cementing his back to my chest as I growled how fucking hot incest was. How I wanted to fuck my son every single day. I got a little rough in my fantasy talk. Not only did Braden not mind, the scenario I was describing got him to shoot big. I loved feeling him orgasm as I held his body. Not seeing his face but knowing the intensity of his cum from the way his muscle tensed and shook.

We came down from the sex high and laughed at how carried away we'd gotten. I patted his chest and nuzzled my face against him. "All right young man," I said in a voice that was playful even as I meant every word. "You're going on the pill."

***

It was super hard to see him go off again. He had another year on his enlistment contract. I stayed off Grindr and all the apps. No hookups, no dates. Partly it was my desire to be faithful and monogamous with my son. None could compare to my Branden anyway.

My son made a show of pulling out his birth control pills when he was home next, setting him on the counter.

"I've been taking them, Dad," he said proudly.

I laughed, stepping up to him. "You didn't think I'd trust you?"

He shook his head in a way that maybe I didn't trust him enough. "You know I'm crazy about you, sir, but you got some control issues."

"Just wait till you're a father," I said.

Brade got a serious look on his face. "You won't let me be one." His hand was now reaching down to cup my crotch. I'd learned to go commando whenever Braden was home, with just some shorts or sweats that could come off easily. So my son was now feeling a very hard piece of dad dick through some flimsy gym shorts.

My heart pounded. It had never occurred to me that Braden would want to get pregnant, especially that he'd want to be knocked up with MY kid.

"You think about that, buddy?" I asked, looking into his hunky-adorable face and his soulful brown eyes. God, I was so crushed out on my own son.

"All the fuckin' time, Dad," he replied. His fingers now slipped beneath the elastic band of my shorts to make contact with my hardon. The touch of his fingers was electric.

He looked down briefly then back up at me. "I know you're gonna lecture me about responsibility and being ready for parenthood."

"Probably, yeah," I replied. This idea was so crazy, and I needed to put the breaks on it. But my dick sure liked it. And Braden could tell.

"You like the idea, though," he said. He was now frigging my dick as our eyes locked.

"I almost didn't pull out before..." I said with a croak in my voice, getting majorly turned on. "When we barebacked."

Our kiss was intense. And I heard Brade undoing his jeans and could tell he was shucking them down as he moaned into my mouth. He was crazy turned on when he pulled back, breathing heavy. "I wish you hadn't," he said with a half apology, then turned around. Between high school sports and Marine conditioning and plenty of leg day time at the gym, Braden had an incredible ass. Round, meaty, mostly smooth except for a dusting of light brown hair that got thicker in the crack. I'm not a religious man, but some god had given me a gift.

Instantly, my hand was on his buns, feeling up that warm muscle.

"I lubed up, Dad," I heard his masculine voice say.

I ran my finger into his crevice. Even before I got to his pucker, I felt the telltale viscous stickiness. It would be our first time with petroleum jelly. Turns out it wouldn't be the last.

I scooted up. I craved to have more foreplay time with Brade, but this wasn't the time. I lined up my prick into the tacky gel and rubbed it around his hole with my cock head.

"You took your pill today?" I asked. I wanted confirmation before entering him bare. But I also wanted to hold onto that idea of knocking him up.

"Yessir," he hissed. He was backing up some, trying to get me into him. He wanted this.

I reached around and held his body. Even through the T-shirt Braden's chest was hard and warm.

"And if you hadn't... would you stop me from being inside you, like this?" God, I was getting carried away by the fantasy. Particularly as I pushed in, about a half inch of raw dad cock.

"No, sir," Braden replied. Then "Fuck yes!" as I breached him all the way. A homecoming fuck that felt more intense than the ones before. Almost more intense than taking his cherry.

It was awkward fucking standing up. I was a couple inches taller than Brade. But bent my knees a little, and Brade leaned over to brace himself on the wall as I pounded him.

"Love ya, Sport..." I said as I fucked faster and deeper. Maybe it was in my head, but Braden's ass had never felt so good.

"Love you, too, Dad. So fucking much." His voice was needy now.

The words were what I needed to hear as I pounded us both to a heavy climax.

It took me a minute of the afterglow to realize Brade was crying.

"What is, buddy?" I asked with concerned. Jesus, if I'd gone too hard on the boy, I wouldn't forgive myself.

I could hear a laugh come through. "Just happy is all.. fuck! Sorry..."

I pulled him back against me tighter. My dick had slipped out and it all felt very lewd now that the act was done with. It only added to the emotional roller coaster we were both on. "Nothing to be sorry about. Let it out, Sport.... Guess it's pretty intense dating your old man," I said empathetically.

Braden nodded. "Pretty much," he said. "It's fucked up, right?"

I thought for a second. I mean, objectively it was. And yet... "Inside this house, inside these walls, it's not fucked up, Brade. It's what's meant to be, OK?"

He turned and looked at me with an emotional openness that melted me. I wasn't good at this stuff. Relationship stuff, emotional stuff. But I knew I could assure my son in this moment.

We kissed. Softly, like boyfriends.

Then we cleaned up and talked, for hours.

***

Braden was done with the active duty part of his contract and was living with me. Full time, day in, day out. It took some getting used to. I maybe had a loner thing going on, and it was hard to shift from the Dad role to the boyfriend role. And the honeymoon period of homecoming sex quickly wore off.

It came to a head one evening. I had to work late, later than normal, even. Brade had a dinner ready for me and plated it for us.

I was still preoccupied with work, though I gave a quick thanks before digging in.

Braden picked at his food but was sulking. Finally, he set down his fork. "I guess workaholic Dad is back now," he grumbled.

I felt both chastised and pissed off. "Forgive me for making a living, Son."

"It's all you think about."

"That's not true," I said sternly.

Braden shook his head and went back to eating. Maybe he was right, but he was acting like a sullen teen again, goddamnit. And here I was the father who didn't know how quite to handle that.

I did make a point of thanking him again for the dinner and of doing the dishes. "Go kick back, Son," I urged in my best contrite voice. Braden didn't even reply but just got up and left the room. I guess it was silent treatment time.

I'd dried the last of the dished when Brade came in.

"Sorry, Dad," he said.

I turned toward him. "Oh buddy... it's me who should be sorry. You do all this work, and I come home late."

I set down the dish towel and stepped toward him. He was stepping up to me, too. Our mouths met, hungry. This was gonna be me and Brade's first time having make up sex.

"Bedroom?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dad."

We were like kids jumping into a lake, rapidly stripping off our clothes and hopping on to the bed we now shared. His body felt amazing. I mean it always did but I craved the contact now. My hunky 23 year old stud in bed with me, his hardon battling mine as I started to roll him over.

Only he stopped me. "Let me ride you, Dad. Please."

"Pretty please?" I teased.

"Pretty please, sir. I wanna ride your cock."

This was a fun change of pace, my lying back and having Braden lube up my thick cock before straddling me. The penetration was quick, too quick for my son, and he had to rise up before trying again. The second time was a charm and I watched my hunky stud sink down on my bone.

I pumped up into him, but position equally allowed Brade to use his hips to work up and down my dick. It was magnificent, like a slow steady milking motion.

"Fuck, Son... so good, buddy."

"Yeah?" he asked with a smile. "I want it to be so good for you, Dad."

"You have no idea, Sport."

That increased his determination to ride me up and down. "I took my pill today... but if I didn't..." he said with a lust-filled voice.

I grunted. The idea was hitting me hard. We'd indulged some of this talk, but it was coming back even harder than before. "I'd feel a fertile ass riding me," I answered.

Braden had to let go of his cock to keep from coming. "God, Dad... this turns you on too."

"Damn straight it does, Sport. Fucking you... knocking you up..."

Even without stroking, Brade was getting close to cumming. "It's my biggest fantasy, Dad. Having an incest baby with you."

That tripped my trigger before I expected. I was fucking up into my son, but it was the mental shock as much as the physical sensation making me shoot a heavy series of cum shots into my son's bowels.

I could sense Brade was imagining it fertilizing him. His voice quivered and his body flushed pink. And I watched his dick shoot out its thick cum as he bounced up and down hard onto my still spurting prick.

"FUCK!" he gasped.

I patted his thigh. This was intense sex, for sure, and I was starting to return to normal. "Yeah," I said.

Braden eased off and slid down next to me, meeting me in a hot kiss.

After we made out he lay his head on my chest. Like that night I took his cherry. Before he shipped off. Life has a way of coming full circle.

His voice now seemed tentative. "Dad... you know I wouldn't do that, right? Stop taking the pills without your permission?"

I patted his back muscle. "I know, buddy. It's just talk... something to get us going."

"Yeah," he said. "Only if you ever decided it was right..." he said softly.

"I know, buddy. We'll talk about it, OK?"

"OK."

***

Like moths to a flame, we couldn't avoid getting deeper into the pregnancy talk. It spiced up our time in the bedroom, then became our fixation during sex. No longer occasional, it became every single time that me and Brade talked about having kids. Me impregnating him, us imagining his body being transformed by our kid.

I occasionally opened the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom to check that Braden was still taking his pills. I felt bad that I didn't 100 percent trust him.

We tried to mix it up. Braden gave me more blow jobs. He became an expert at edging me, and that felt new and exciting.

My son and I found our rhythm as a couple. Braden got used to my long work hours, and I did my best to make weekends about us. Brade would the first to point out that I wasn't good at romance, but Sundays were Brade Day, when he'd choose what we'd do. I was a big saver when it came to money, but I learned to relax a little. For Brade Day, I'd buy tickets for to catch a baseball game or go see the nearby city football team's home game.

Sometimes for Brade Day, he'd choose to do something I wanted, which was usually playing golf. I'd object, but he insisted that relationships weren't one-way things.

That stuck with me. I'd run through it all in my head why Braden and I couldn't have kids, why we shouldn't have kids. Incest was one thing, but having a child together was another. And the practical side of my personality was persistent. I knew raising a kid would cost money. I had it, but I wasn't sure what job or career Braden had in mind for his future. If we'd be on the same page in our parenting.

OK, my idle thoughts were no longer idle.

It was fun surprising my son. It was Sunday morning, Brade Day, and it took him a while to notice. Even after his cup of coffee he was still groggy.

"Um, Dad," he asked as he walked back into the kitchen. "Have you seen my pills?"

I nodded, with my best poker face. "Yeah, Sport. I threw them in the trash."

He was processing what I was saying. "You're joking."

I shook my head. "Nope. You can feel free to fish them out, if you like."

"Oh fuck," he hissed.

This was like make up sex on steroids. Me and Braden embracing in a bear hug and then a hot kiss. Then fucking on the kitchen floor.

I'd have felt bad if we'd conceived our son like that, but even lost in my fantasy I knew it would be a couple of weeks until Braden was fertile.

But it was decided now: we were gonna have a kid together.

[livingformintyoongi]

Valentine's Day Special Event

To celebrate this February 14th I have decided to make a small event for all of you!!! The rules are simple, you will go through four stations where you must put together your request as follows: First station - member: Choose the member you want the request from (only one!) Second station - gender: Choose a phrase you want to appear in the request (maximum 3!) Third station -AU Fourth station - Trope The event will be open until February 28th and requests will be published in order starting in March (those containing NSFW content may take longer than others).

If you want to participate or use this there is no problem, you can use it!!! (Although credit would be appreciated 🙂‍↕️) Special thanks to the creators of the prompts: @dumplingsjinson @me-writes-prompts and @nightprompts <3

➤ Choose your partner;

⁠❥ Kim Seokjin

⁠❥ Min Yoongi

⁠❥ Jung Hoseok

⁠❥ Kim Namjoon

⁠❥ Park Jimin

⁠❥ Kim Taehyung

⁠❥ Jeon Jungkook

➤ Choose your chocolate savor;

❥ Dark Chocolate (Smut):

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❥ Chocolate (Angst):

"It's not you...it's me. I can't stop loving you."

"If I knew loving someone would hurt so much, I still would've loved you."

"I'm tired of being the only one who loves you. I need you to love yourself first."

"This is not the version of you I fell in love with. And honestly, I've forgotten the real you."

"Is it so hard to believe I've stopped loving you?"

"I can't live without you. I can't love without you. I need you, by my side, always did and always will." "You'll be okay. I know you will."

"It's not okay to just leave me here, after telling me you love me back." "We can't- we'll never be together."

"So you choose them over me? After all we've been through together, you choose them?"

"I'm forbidden to love you. I'm forbidden to be with you. So, what am I to do if not fall on my knees and beg for you to stay?"

"It's truly funny...how you can't choose who you want to be in love with. I didn't choose to be in love with you. It just happened, and I wish it didn't."

Walking in rain to their house just to find that they're no longer there.

"You can't go. You cannot leave me here. You promised we'll be together forever."

Playing the song they always sang together to, and just crying.

"It'll never be the same between us. We'll never be the same."

"Your silence speaks more than you ever have. And, I'm not sure why it took so long for me to notice."

"You've drifted so far away from my side that I can no longer reach for your hand and guide you back to me."

"I can no longer recognize you. And that's not even the saddest part. It's the fact that you no longer make any attempt to make me understand you."

❥ White Chocolate (Fluff):

“I see such a vivid picture of us in the future, and it’s looking so amazing.” 

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit.” 

“You make me a better person, love, and I hope you know most of this character development is because of you.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re tired. Go to sleep; I’ll still be here in the morning.” 

“I’m yours in this eternity, and in any and every other eternities which may lay ahead of us. I’ll always find my way back to you, no matter what.”

“Everyday I fall for you all over again and I find that to be pretty neat.”

“We don’t need a ring on my finger for us to know I’m yours forever.” 

“I gave you one hundred and one reasons to walk away, yet you never did. Why?” “Because I love you. It’s really that simple.”

“Remember when we first met here?” “Yeah, of course. That was the day when you spilled coffee on me and apologised profusely but all I could think about was how gorgeous you are and how great it would have been to get your number.”

“It’s always been you, and it will always be you. Please never forget that.”

“You make me feel all soft and mushy inside.” “That is a good thing, right?” “Of course! You melt me, love.”

“You’re an idiot.” “Well, at least I’m your idiot, right?”

“You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?”

“Stop back-hugging me while I’m trying to cook! You’re distracting me,”

“C’mere and rest next to me. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

“You feeling any better?” “So much better now that you’re here. I love you".

“You always manage to make me feel like I’m worth it.” “That’s because you are worth it. You’ll always be worth it in my eyes.”

➤ Choose your bouquet;

❥ Tulip: College AU

❥ Rose: Royalty AU

❥ Lavender: CEO AU

❥ Jasmine: Artist AU

❥ Marigold: Celebrity AU

❥ Hyacinth: Coworkers AU

❥ Lotus: Florist AU

❥ Lily: Bad Boy AU

❥ Cherry Blossom: Coffee Shop AU

➤ Choose your date;

❥ Drive-in-movie: Second Chance

❥ Night Walk: Arranged Marriage

❥ Picnic Date: Friends To Lovers

❥ Bowling: Enemies To Lovers

❥ Karaoke Night: Roomates

❥ Dance Night: Established Relationship

❥ Amusement Parks: Body Swap

❥ Museum: Only One Bed

[yourwonderful-lover]

Good things are coming for you!

Pick a card 1,2,3.

Do not scroll until you pick your picture 👀

"Good things are not always about material things, but rather about how we are grateful for the small good things that happen to us." -yourwonderful-lover

1. Pile one

For those of you who choose pile one, I see that there is someone who sees great potential in you. This person thinks that you meet their criteria, this is related to work and love. If you apply for a job, there is hope that you will get the opportunity to be accepted on the condition that the skills you have are needed by the workplace. So this card seems to indicate that you will get a clear decision from someone regarding something formal and finally you get it. In terms of love, there is someone who has no romantic side and tends to be cold and quietly watching you, this person is thinking about offering you a relationship. My advice is to take it slow and avoid rushing or forcing anything. This person is very thoughtful and tends to weigh things carefully. Even if they feel something from you, they will still take their time to reflect and consider it deeply.

2. Pile two

For those of you who choose the second pile, maybe you are in conflict and tension with someone. It could also be that you can successfully avoid a heated conflict against someone or something. Oh, this card seems very heavy, whatever you face later, try to behave well from now on so that bad things don't happen to you. I will give you a quote as a reminder "if we do good then there will be thousands of good things that will come to us" if there are people who have cheated on you believe me they will also get the same reward for their actions

3. Pile three

For those of you who choose pile three, you may be busy working and busy improving yourself and organizing your life to be even better. believe that there is no effort in vain or failure if you are sure and never give up, the Universe wants you to get what you deserve. but sometimes don't forget to be responsible for the risks of the decisions that have been taken, you try to be as flexible as possible so that what you do gets satisfactory results. focus on each in your own way, trusting yourself and knowing what you're doing. I truly believe you can do it!

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[karanseraph]

It goes back to the voters, though, right?

Like, I know people were saying this last year after the election: I can't believe so many Americans voted against their own self interest

But, a bunch did.

And even if that percent wasn't the majority of everyone, or the majority of all registered voters, the situation and turn-out was such that it was enough to result in our current situation. (Where there's no "mandate", but they keep repeating there is.)

And so, understandably, now, a lot of people who didn't vote for that, or didn't vote, or regret how they voted are now stressed and frustrated in their own ways.

And I don't know what to do to make any future votes we may have better. My Congresswoman and two Senators happen to be Democrats and have been making some statements about what is going on. But Republican majorities, even if narrow still exist.

Yet, in my own household there is an enjoyer of a certain news channel who is an apologist for anything Trump and Republicans do, no matter what I say. One of those "I don't like him personally, but..." Just steadfastly convinced that somehow Republicans were the way to go.

And I have tried for years to argue against this and it does not work. I will just be seen as a hysterical girl or indoctrinated. I talk about Project 2025 "Oh, he said that's not his". I talk about the recent "buyout" of federal employees being an attempt to evade unemployment payments and labor policies, "lots of people think it's a good idea".I say something is seems wrong or unjust, "That's the way the world works."

There's people who for whatever reason can't process that society is what we make it at any given time. We can change it. But we have to want to and then do the work. We need a certain number (I don't know the percent) to tip change in a given direction.

I mean in 2020 we rapidly made sweeping societal changes and showed remote work could work for a lot of people (not everyone) and maybe it was better for the environment, but ever since there's been those who want to go back to the way things were before. Get everyone back in an office. Saying think of all the businesses like restaurants and shops that are near workplaces that will go out of business.

Well, those shops could be located closer to where people actually live where we could walk to them.

Anyway, that's my rant.

(But PS, extra side-rant, this person in my household will tell anecdotes about how back in the day in their industry it was rare to hire women as engineers, but he told those co-workers, that no he seriously did want them to consider the resumes of the women and not just pretend. So, it was all a great thing when he could be the good one and let these resumes be considered or to go do recruiting at universities, but now he can defend people who say DEI is a bad thing with all the insinuation that it's like saying "straight white men need not apply" when really it's saying "No, seriously, everyone can apply". (and then, yanno, have their resume read by a bot for some ghost position.))

[meiluu]

Soft and Gentle

Zayne/ Reader(MC)

Zayne pushes himself too far, and you his valiant hunter the woman who he loves with ever fiber of his being is now fusing over his fever. Maybe being sick isn't all that bad... Not Edited

Having just sat down on his couch, Zayne lets out an exhausted sigh fingers reaching up to take of his tie. Head pounding, he throws an arm over his eyes as he lays down onto the soft cushions. And from there he slips into a much needed nap. Though it seems like it only last for but a moment when he is woken up but gentle fingers cupping the side of his jaw. A familiar voice rings through his head, its you. It takes him much longer to come to his sense than usual and when he finally comes to he can hear the worry within your voice, "Zayne you're really warm, do you feel okay?"

Slowly rising from the couch, he brushes your hands away. "I'm probably just tired." Zayne moves to get up from the couch only to halt in his motions when he sees your angry pout. "Nope you sit right there, I'm getting the thermometer if you aren't running a fever I'll let you get up." And with that you quickly turn towards the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, Zayne wants to insist that he truly is fine but he feels so weak and tired that he just sinks right back into the couch. A few moments pass before he feels your hands upon him again and your muffled words. "You're running a fever Zayne." He can picture the sad pout upon your face, opening on of his eyes he finds that to be true. "come on lets get you cleaned up and in bed as soon as possible."

And with those words you are leading him into your shared bathroom, leaving only to come back with a clean pair of pajamas for the both of you. Turning on the tub you let it fill before you help Zayne to take off his clothes. Although any other time you would be flushed from head to toe at your daring moves, but now in its place is a level of intimacy that only you can share with each other. Finally free from his work clothes and in the tub you help him to wash his body and hair. Fingers gently massaging into his scalp, letting the cool water rinse him of the soap while also hopefully quelling some of his fever.

Smelling no longer of antiseptic and papers instead smelling like his favorite soap that has a soft fragrance of jasmine flowers. Grabbing a fluffy white towel you help to quickly dry off Zayne, letting him brush his teeth while you hand him his clothes. With him finally dressed, he heads towards the bedroom sinking heavily into the plush comforter and mattress. Mind drifting off as the sound of you taking a shower lulls him into near unconsciousness. Zayne is again woken up by your familiar hands on his face, "Take this it'll bring down your fever." a quietness falls around you both after Zayne swallows the pills, one that it broken with his tired voice. "I'm sorry." there's a barely noticeable pout upon his lips.

"Zayne there' no need to apologize, everyone gets sick."

"I just-" he lets out a sigh before continuing, "I'm not used to being taken care of like this, the last time was when I was a child."

a soft bout of laughter leaves you, "Zayne I will always be here to take care of you especially when you are sick, just like how you always care for me when I'm hurt or sick. You don't need to go this on your own anymore, you have me now." You reach your hand up, carding through his soft onyx hair. Zayne reaches a scarred hand up to yours cradling it to his face, then bringing it down to his lip to give your palm a chaste but loving kiss. "Thank you, my love"

a.n. I may or may not of had a very vivid dream about helping Zayne while he was sick... (also I've been playing this game for over a year now and I am so in love with it, all the characters hold a special place in my heart. Will definitely be writing for all the boys in the future, I actually have a few ideas I'm writing at the moment.) hopefully you guys like this little drabble :)

...sorry about not posting in literally 6 months, college has been crazy and I've been having the worst writing funk. But I am slowly getting back into my normal rhythm and have begun writing again!

[luvingarisu]

Hallloooooo can you please write about yaba or banda with a s/o (genderneutural) that is very clingy like they would be at their side 24/7 always hand holding or sitting on their lap oh and can they possibly already know eachother before the borderland they were in separate places when they transported to the borderlands so their s/o is terrified to leave them alone again (the angst potential for banda lol) thank you!

this one was lowkey hard to write icl😭

♡ yaba

♡ you were an intern in his office, a good few years younger than he was, but god he couldn’t help himself.

♡ you were sweet, obedient, still learning to navigate the big working world, and he saw you all the time, when you were bring him the printed documents he sent you off to get, fetching his americanos, and when you knocked on his office door, updating him on a change in the day’s schedule.

♡ and against his will, he found himself being a little more lenient with you, letting you stay on your break a little longer, pretending to not notice that you had returned five minutes late, being more forgiving when you fucked up printing copies, and people in the office definitely noticed.

♡ he’s typically stoic, analytical, a workaholic honestly, but he couldn’t help but be so worried about you when everything happened.

♡ he saw you again in the jack of hearts game, raising his brows when he saw you, still dressed in your work clothes, shrinking into a cold wall as you fiddled with the cold, uncomfortable collar around your neck.

♡ casually, he walked up to you, hands in pockets like always, soon taking one out and placing a hand on your shoulder, calling your name, admittedly more sternly than he intended, like you had made a mistake when drafting an important email back in work.

♡ but poor little you, scared and alone, were happy to see him nonetheless.

♡ as for the clinginess, he never reciprocates much despite enjoying the attention, and he absolutely won’t tell you off for it

♡ the most he’ll do is keep a hand on your waist or the small of your back

♡ perhaps standing a little too close as he whispers strategies in your ear before the next round, touching your neck and lingering longer than needs be as he checks for your suit

♡ in future games, or during your days off, he even finds himself patting his lap, inviting you to sit.

♡ you make him unusually warm even though he absolutely will not show it.

♡ when you sit on his lap, a large hand comes to rest on your thigh or knee, rubbing slightly whilst he focuses on the task at hand, whatever it may be

♡ honestly the only time i imagine him initiating genuine affection is when you’re both in danger, pulling you by your waist close to him, practically dragging you out of harms way, or hugging you when your scared, one of his big, rough hands pushing your head to his chest, keeping you close.

♡ all in all, very stoic, still very calculated, he won’t be outwardly warm and cutesy, but he’s ready to protect and comfort you which is big for him.

♡ banda

♡ i can’t imagine a situation in which you would know banda in a pre-borderlands world, honestly you were probably just his prison psychiatrist, someone he was forced to be with.

♡ he was indifferent towards seeing you, you were professional, curt, and plain usually, and feelings of affection don’t develop easily for him obviously. to him, you were a person he was forced to see, nothing more

♡ but seeing you now, meek, trying to hide your fear, and doing a terrible job at it, made him raise a brow, and a smirk tugged at his lip slightly. it was odd, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t at least a little amused.

♡ you weren’t affectionate immediately, despite wanting to jump to the closest person for comfort, as you knew everything.

♡ being his psychiatrist, you knew his darkest transgressions and misdeeds, his plain expression and blunt delivery of those thoughts serving as a testament to his sociopathic tendencies.

♡ but, one day you couldn’t help it

♡ god you were so scared, you clutched his arm, holding it close to your chest before you could register you were doing so.

♡ he didn’t love it

♡ but he absolutely did relish in the feeling of having someone he previously had to submit to in a way cower before him so easily

♡ i honestly don’t think he’d be down for lap sitting

♡ he only initiates affection or accepts it when you’re frightened simply because he enjoys seeing you in such a state

♡ he doesn’t love you, he doesn’t respect you, he looks down on you

♡ a once so put together person suddenly needing him.

[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 15: Two Cadets, One Skirata, And A Bad Batch Is Out!

art by @littletroggo (adorableness on canvas)

Summary:

Hunter's actions may have consequences for the future, but he has to deal with the ones in the past first. Kal Skirata is wary of the clone but goes along with the plan anyway, and Echo and Fives realize that they may have just been adopted by the crazy guy from the future who just gunned down one of their least favorite people. They aren't not happy about it... In the meantime Crosshair, Wrecker, Ninety-Nine, and Tech are picking apart the relic in an attempt to find a way home. When they all meet back up, explanations come due for both sides.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

Behind him, one of the twins cleared their throat and Hunter could tell before he turned around that it was Echo. Now that he had clocked his brother's slightly different scent and signature, it was as simple as breathing to differentiate him in the data his enhancements steadily fed to his brain. It was soothing, too, in a way – the sergeant no longer felt like he was reaching out for something he couldn’t find, like there was a gaping hole in his awareness where a concrete presence usually existed, staying close and secure no matter the stress around him.

“So you’re…not a trainer?” Little Echo looked unsure, but it didn’t feel like he was frightened. Fives was gaping at Hunter, his jaw hinged open and his brown eyes so wide they looked like they might pop out of his head, but he too looked more awed than afraid.

Hunter was relieved to know that he hadn’t scared the cadets, but he hadn’t honestly expected them to show much sorrow over the death of one of the Kaminoans. For one thing, they had likely only known Sol by name and not through any close interaction, and no clone was ever really attached to the longnecks anyway – for another, this one in particular had just threatened them, and having someone other than their batchmates stand up for them was probably more of a shock than violence at this point in their training.

“No. I’m a clone,” he confirmed. With his hands now free, the tracker reached up and slid his helmet off. Out of habit he shook his head to let his hair fluff out of the flat mat the bucket restricted it to, and watched Echo’s jaw fall open like his twins as the cadet recognized, even past his skull tattoo and slight difference in features, the face of a clone. “Just like you.”

Something lit up in the boy’s eyes – Hunter was not going to get used to seeing those eyes in a kid’s face anytime soon – but before the sergeant could identify the emotion Fives was already jumping in.

“You’re awesome!” the cadet blurted. 

In spite of everything going on at the moment, Hunter grinned like an idiot.

Fives took a few running strides and grabbed Hunter’s hand. The sergeant nearly started in confusion at the sudden behavior change, then relaxed when he realized the cadet was just looking at his armor. 

Fives pulled his arm this way and that to inspect his vibroblade and the vambrace where it was sheathed. “I want one of these, Echo!” he called back to his brother eagerly. “Look!”

Skirata snorted in the background. Echo rolled his eyes and Hunter almost laughed out loud. That hadn’t changed either – though Crosshair might be a little annoyed to find out that he wasn’t the only one who got the you’re now dead to me eye-roll, as he called it. Echo may have perfected it on the sniper but Fives must have been vod zero.

Echo followed Fives over but was a little more reserved, eyeing the dead scientist carefully. “So, he’s really dead?” 

“Yeah,” Hunter assured him. “No heartbeat, no real nerve activity.” He felt Skirata’s gaze sharpen and fix on him, and looked up to lock eyes with the other man, keeping his face unreadable but his posture defiant and tense, ready for action. 

“What?” he all but growled. He didn’t like being picked apart, even if was just visually. 

The Mandalorian let the silence hang in the air for a moment before he answered. “I’ve heard the rumors about you,” he began evenly. He seemed to be taking stock of Hunter, analyzing him with just a cursory glance and the quickdraw judgment of a man accustomed to making split-second decisions. “If you’re the same 9901 I’m thinkin’ about.”

Hunter felt curiosity pricking at his brows, raising one higher than the other. “I am.” He didn’t care if the trainer knew. He had already heard it once and he had just watched him kill a Kaminoan. 

Skirata eyed him more skeptically. “Didn’t think you’d be this old yet.”

That was a question Hunter wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’m not, usually,” he finally said. “It’s…complicated.”

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[technically-human]

Charles vs Charles

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are has once again commissioned me for the Reverse Verse, and this is only part 1, so expect more comics soon!

[platoapproved]

iwtv ships + book quotes

[turtleblogatlast]

You think Future Leo, Future Hypno, and Future Warren ever give each other that look of “oof accidentally had a hand in starting the apocalypse lmao” Solidarity?

[mariosecretsanta]

I am going to be so real with all of you I am probably not getting assignments out tomorrow like I had hoped as I have to finish a research paper and finish and print a book. At the LATEST I will be getting assignments out on Thursday. Which is later than I wanted but I hope this is acceptable.

[crypticvirago]

I had SO wanted to write something short and sweet, a few years or so post the ending of Wounding, for Christmas as a token of appreciation for everyone that read Wounding. But this holiday season at my job has been royally kicking my ass and the only thing I've been able to do is daydream about it

[unproduciblesmackdown]

has happened plenty around iconis goings on but what an all-timer

[runawaymarbles]

at this point i am simply uninterested in any opinion on a hot-button political topic that treats human beings as a mass of meaningless hypotheticals

[fettery-fetterie]

I'm just kinda thinking over what could it been had things gone just. Just every so slightly better

Had some fundamentals been challenged further

Had the right words be spoken

Had they didn't go all in

It's just so sad, because I ultimately do see them working on the right scenarios, but they're all just...fantasy, a fleeting dream, the unreachable

Oughhhh I love them so much. They're so doomed

[ourceliumnetwork]

finally tackled the absolute mountain of laundry in various states of cleanliness around my room. now all of it is sorted and put into its respective zones of "away".