#and my dad 7 inches taller

[television-overload]

X-Files fic author: *describes Mulder's discomfort on an airplane because of his 6' frame*

Me: *is 6 feet tall* "So true."

#i chuckle when people call him gigantic or any superlative about his height #my mom is 3 inches taller than him #and my dad 7 inches taller #he'd be among the short ones in my family 😂 #my 10 year old sister has already surpassed 5 ft #fox mulder #txf #x files

[missing2socks]

My Miguel O’Hara Headcanons! (18+)

fem!reader, 18+

CW: descriptive talk of kinks & body stuffs, pure smut and lewdness, sex, more sex, and my darker hcs at the bottom.

You’ve been warned :-)

Oh Miguel where can I even begin

Tall, strong, and handsome. In his younger days he’s buff and muscled, peak physique with dark brown hair and a smooth complexion. Thick brown hair slicked back, every chiseled part of his face visible to everyone around him.

When he’s an older dilf he’s got a little bit of a dad bod, still buff but he’s still got it. Hair still slicked back and dark brown eyes that could melt your heart.

Sure he’s stoic and comes off as crabby and rude but we don’t care :3

I never see any tomboy representation so I like to imagine his type is a strong willed tomboyish type of woman. Does it matter how she looks? No! But me personally I like to think he loves women with short hair, an attitude, and boyish mannerisms.

It doesn’t matter how tall you are— he’s always taller. You could be petite or curvy and he’ll still toss you over his shoulder and make you beat at his back to put you down.

Now into the NSFW 😏

Miguel, the thick man he is, has a fat cock— just difficult to stretch to his size. It’s not impossible but somehow it feels impossible when it’s stuffed in those guts mmmhhhh and it goes so deep it’s delicious

His dick stands proud at 7 and a half inches long, and is thick like a mf. I like to imagine he’s uncut and it’s slightly darker than the rest of his body. Thick veins that you can trace with your fingers or your tongue, his cock swollen and slightly redder at the tip than the rest of the member. Tilts downwards for the best gspot stimulation and slightly tilting towards the left…

Don’t think his sack won’t do anything because when he has you bent over in doggy the way those nuts hit the clit is so !!!

In bed he’s dominant and mean, having you helpless in his arms while he makes you a whining, whimpering mess under him. Soft dom, only a hard dom when he’s had a bad day at work or is pent up and angry.

He will fuck anywhere, anytime, and he has a ridiculous amount of energy. It’s actually unfair how he can go round after round without getting exhausted. Both of your sweaty bodies laying on the bed, you’re sore and used and you feel him stiffen and slowly push back into you, kissing you to hush your whines as he quickly picks up the pace again.

Predator/prey dynamic 😋 as a vampire he loves marking you up and leaving hickeys and love bites everywhere visible and invisible. He’s yours and you’re his, his precious little mami.

Service dom 100% AND a praise kink that drives you wild. Showers you with praises as he bullies his thick cock into your pussy. He loves to make your orgasm, never having the heart to deny you the pleasure of cumming for and on him.

“Mi nena, you’re doing so good taking it all, mm, t’so good amor,”

“Give me one more, baby, jus’ one more cariño, don’t cry just let me use this perfect pussy tonight…”

Breeding kink. Round after round of rough fucking and he’s still not done— being his universe’s spiderman gives him an unfair amount of stamina during sex— filling you over and over with his seed until you’re slightly bloated and dazed.

And when you get pregnant he’s all over you, showering you with love and affection for the baby in your belly. And he has a deep carnal desire to fuck you deep and sensually while you’re swollen with his child, his mouth latched onto your leaky, milk-engorged tits.

My Darker Headcanons below!

CW: somno, CNC(?), free use, more edgy fantasy but not necessarily dead dove do not eat (idk)

Turn back now, you have been warned

I fantasized that Miguel just wants to take reader captive & use them as a toy, to fuck senseless even if they’re whining and protesting and clawing at his back it’s just so hotttt

You’ll beg and whine and plead for him to go easy, take a break, and he shuts you up with passionate, sloppy kisses before he cums deep inside you. So deep, you’d think he’s trying to get as much of it as possible directly into your womb.

And he’ll fuck a baby into you trust me, he’ll be so happy that he can’t help but give you more after the birth of your first baby, just a few more, he loves stuffing his loads into you and seeing you slowly grow his baby.

Definitely into the free use kink or even somno…

When he comes home from a rough day of being spiderman, he sees your soft sleeping body in one of his shirts and he can’t help but nestle behind you, pulling his half-chub cock out and lazily dragging it between your folds. You wake up to the feeling of him pushing his fat cock inside you, and he covers your mouth before you can make any noises.

He’ll sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck, groaning as he hears your soft muffled cries, stretching you around his girth and slowly rutting inside those slick walls.

Or for free use maybe you’re spiderwoman from a different universe and he sees you and he can’t help but feel horny and aroused seeing you in your spidersuit but you love being bratty and misbehaving… also goes back to the predator/prey dynamic

He’ll track you down and corner you in a dark alleyway, throwing your small body on the ground, tearing off your suit and having his way with you, rutting into you and forcing you all the way down on his cock while his claws dig into your skin. Your helpless moans and cries go unheard as he groans filthy words in your ears, snarling at you to shut up and take it.

And when he’s done he’ll leave you to pick yourself up, of course after giving you feverish kisses and love bites to your neck to remind you that you’re his and only his. But he’ll leave you, pussy swollen and his cum gushing and pooling between your legs, thighs twitching and body trembling from the orgasms he ripped from you.

Oh but I’d still give him a bit fat sloppy kiss :-)

#miguel ohara #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara smut #miguel smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara noncon #miguel o’hara headcanon #miguel headcanons

[multifariousqueer]

Miles G and Miles Morales Headcannons: Twin Edition

For reference: miles g will be called Milo

A/n: AHHHH ITS GOOD TO BE BACK BABES!!! Ik new fics And pt.2’s are Coming soon, works been a killer and I’ve been going through stuff but it’s good to be back writing for my boys. Requests are closed but opening up soon 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Warnings: none

Miles Morales:

Is like 4 inches taller but makes it feel like 4 feet

Nicer and a bit more approachable

Loves being in pictures and making funny faces

Dog person

Can’t cook for shit but tries so hard for his mom

They have their own little dates and things

His side of the room is a mess

I feel like he played an instrument in the past when he was a kid

Maybe Piano or guitar

He’s a loner by default but he would have more friends if he wasn’t so busy being Spider-Man

He def takes pictures of sunsets from the tips of buildings

Used to color code outfits with Milo but stopped when they were 12

Same with baths but they were 7 for that

His side of the room is disgusting. Like shit is crawling

There’s a single chair with all of his stuff on it

He brings Ganke over sometimes but Ganke took a stronger liking to Milo bc he’s chill

“Yeah man idk if i can come. Is Milo gonna be there?”

Milo doesn’t give a shit but secretly loves Gankes company

They chill and play video games

Miles is also better at video games than Milo

Whenever he gets stuck on a level, he hands the controller to him

He’s more affectionate than Milo

Will draw you and touch you more

Very smart but he has his moments

Definitely more book smart then Street smart

Doesn’t know basic things and code within the streets so sometimes Milo has to help him

Overall, he’s a sunflower child and we love him 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Milo Morales

Was def born First but is shorter than Miles and Miles makes fun of him for it

Plays basketball with Uncle Aaron sometimes and he’s pretty good at it

Played the violin or cello at some point in his life

“Don’t forget im older than you” “im sorry is someone speaking?”

Is more violent than Miles but it’s because he’s the Prowler

Takes more time for him to warm up to you but once he does, he’s stuck on you for life

Will spoil you with Gifts

Speaking of… him and Miles get into it regularly over it, when they fight physically they sometimes slip and use their real names

He’s a mamas boy FR. This man loves his mama

Will make fun of Miles for being a no sabes kid

Sometimes, him and Rio will speak in Spanish in front of Miles and he’ll just stare at them hoping to recognize a word

“Hey you said cabròn, i heard that!”

He’s more of a cat person then Miles

Yells at Miles for creasing his Jordan’s

“Nah homie, you gotta apologize to the J’s they didn’t deserve that”

Is a loner by choice whereas Miles is a loner by default

This man hasn’t smiled in YEARSSS

He hangs out with Uncle Aaron more than his dad

He seems like his side of the room would be cleaner than Miles

“Milo! Have you seen my- Oh Nevermind! I found it” “yeah”

Has an rbf but once you get to know him, hes kinda nice

Takes the pictures in the family

Learned to cook from his mom and regularly cooks with her while speaking Spanish

It’s so freaking cute oml. Like if there’s music playing, he will spin her to the music and everything and they will laugh

He’s not a snowbunny lol. He’s down with the brown

He seems like he wears 100 million cologne

Smells better and is more put together than Miles

Overall, he’s more razor sharp

More nonchalant

Definitely is a tad bit jealous that Miles is apart of a spider society

#mcu fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales headcannons #miles x reader #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman #across the spiderverse spoilers #milo morales #earth 42 miles #miles 42 #miles morales fanfiction #miles!prowler #miles!spiderman #miles g #miles morales prowler #miles g morales #prowler miles #spiderman into the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider verse #across the spiderverse fanart #marvel #i love them #for you #earth 42 #earth42!miles #spiderverse

[mxiaogod]

— 12. [LURIDO] QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I’m back, kind of, but I’m heavily troubled so I will be writing. I hope you lot are still here.

"hi guys im back. my dad got prosecuted last week because of potential embezzlement, but no worries because he's been proven not guilty! we're homeless now tho but i can still write for you guys on my phone, here's a new update! thank you for your patienceI"

— You move with grace, your back straightened and your red bottoms matching the plush red carpet you're walking down, your black dress flowing behind you as you rake your blood-painted nails over your hair. Walking inside this institution felt suffocating, like claws piercing your lungs.

You look at her, your irises expanding, as she sits with her legs apart, a cigarette in one hand and the other swirling the ice in her old fashioned.

"What the fuck, Quanxi?" You inquire, your gaze fixed on her as if she didn't originate from this world. You'd awoken to an envelope, an invitation to Quanxi's club in her side of town, the one she used to dominate, or still did in this case. You were perplexed, your mind nebulous as you tried to process her, the woman you contemn, reviled. 

 “I thought you died”

 “I did.”

She stares back, she looks different, older and more matured. Her body was built and slim, her aura didn’t change, she was still the same Quanxi you despised, the one you had tried to kill many times, in her sleep, during car rides, you tried everything to stop her reign, but you knew, deep down that the only reason this city was balanced was because of the two of you, like yin and yang.

"You look fine," she rasped, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. "No, you don't understand, you're dead, I saw, I saw how you died," you recalled as plain as day, it was the memory that haunted your mind at night, waking you up gasping with your cheeks wet with tears, you didn't like how it felt, you suffered every night, for 7 years.

"I see you're still the same, aggravating, galling girl, certain things never change, do they darling?" " She mutters, your breath caught in your throat, you didn't like how you felt, what you're feeling, but then again, you never liked how you felt, never truly liked how you felt yourself wanting to be consumed by her, the woman you were supposed to detest growing up, you were adversaries.

But deep down you knew, and you were fully aware, that there was no resisting Quanxi; you tried many times but you, perturbing her, trying to assassinate her, sabotage her business, you tell yourself it was a game of chess you were both playing, that you were closer to checkmate, but it was all to get her attention, you wanted her to snap first because you couldn't accept that you were the weaker one, it was difficult straying away from the nature you were born in, enemies, that what you both are.

You get lost in your surge of thoughts, never noticing that Quanxi was now in front of you, standing in all her glory as if she hadn't been battered to death while you sat and watched behind the screen, with your gut wrenching. “Hey, come back to me.” Her tone is hard and venomous.

You turn to face her, she is a few inches taller than you, and you attempt not to be scared. "I see, honey, are you guilty?" Are you concerned that you went too far with your games? Are you afraid I'll bite you back? " She coos, her tone condescending.

"You know, I didn't peg you as a stupid girl; do you think I'm that stupid?" You think I don't see that the games you're playing are simply a way to grab my attention?" She looks at you, her brown eyes rigid and domineering.

"How wonderful, I'm delighted to hear you haven't lost your touch, although you did lose an eye" you mockingly examine the eye patch. Your silly games made her purse her lips. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes.

Her face morphed with irritation, a beautiful one, the one she always wore for you. "I admit, you're pretty good, too good if you ask me. I fucking hate you so much, you know that? Every time I stare at you, your face, your eyes, my fucking blood boils. Everything you do is despicable to me because I can't do anything about it. I can't touch you, I can't fuck you." She says, her tone below a whisper. “Because that would be defying our nature, no?” She speaks, as she runs a finger down your cheek, you revel in it and try your hardest not to lean into it. “I think of you everytime, when I drive, when I shower, and when I spread my legs at night, I think of you and your wrong sent messages of your body clad in lingerie, the voice messages of you moaning, you can’t keep using wrong send as an excuse darling, it’s getting really old. You plague me and I hate you for it, you’re everything I hate in a person, yet you’re the only person who can make me cum the hardest, and you haven’t even laid a single finger on me” You gasp, a tiny one that didn’t go unnoticed by Quanxi, your lips gaping as she runs her thumb on your bottom lip. “Your name is the one I scream at night, when I reach my quim, does that make you happy, pretty girl?”

Your tongue darts out a tiny bit, tasting the tip of her thumb. You bite your bottom as you give her an ensnaring smile, “The smile on your face tells me you feel the same.” Your smile drops, “Oh no honey, I think you look ravishing when you smile.” She murmurs with mischief. “You do?” You ask.

“Yeah” she said, sickeningly sweet as it morphs into a harsh expression. “it makes me want to slap it off your face.” You head whips to the side, a gasp leaving your lips, but you face her with another smile otherwise. “You irritate me so much it makes me want to bend you over this table.”

She slid her boots on the glass center table, ridding it of drugs and whatever liquor it contained as she grabbed both of your arms and locked them behind your back. You fell to the table with a thud and a tiny moan slipping between your plush lips.

She drags down the zipper of your dress, ripping it off you and leaving you in your lace set and your garter belt. She playfully snaps it on your thighs and you fight back the sound your throat makes. Her lithe but calloused hands wrapped around your throat as she lifted half of your body up off the cold glass table. “Let it out, Il mio amore.” You gasped audibly, chest heaving up and down as the heat in your lower stomach sets a painfully, tantalizing arousal in your body. She traces her finger along the curve of your spine, your back automatically arching beautifully for her. “Così carino, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mutters for herself.

Quanxi didn’t waste time, finger dragging the pads of your bra down, revealing your chest to her. She pinch and tugs, and you can’t help mumble noises appreciation. She works on your underwear, quickly pulling it down, taking strings of your arousal with it. She bites her lip as your wetness webs against the plush of your inner thighs. “Look at that, all for me?” She asks. “All f’ you” your voice is so little, so submissive. 

You hear her zipping her pants down, and a cold, bulbous tip teasingly hit ever so lightly at your clit. You whine and try to inch away from the coldness, but Quanxi holds your hips tightly, fingers bruising against your satin skin. “No running away mama, s’ okay” She cooes, her tone still harsh, motivated by hatred. 

“Lascia che ti veda.” Her voice laced with her thick Italian accent, as she flips you over the table, she grabs her belt and loops it around your arms and pinning them above your head. “You want it?” She asks, “Yes I do, I do-”

“Tell me how much.” 

“So bad, please, wan’ it so bad.” You cant your hips as you try and slide down on her dick.

She smiles, a genuine one as she slides your hips down, dick entering you easily by how wet you are. Your moans and the squelches of your pussy echoes around the dimly lit room. “Così stretta piccola, posso sentirti” Her hot breath ghosting the shell of your ears as she trusts her hips against yours.

Translation : So tight baby, I can feel you.

You don't understand Italian, but you've always found it sexual when Quanxi said it, her accent was thick and compelling, you've never found a language so enticing, you loved it when it was spoken through Quanxi's sinful lips.

“Una figa così carina, tutta nuda per me.” Her breathing wavers along with the stuttering of her hips. Your pussy sounded so sinful, the dulcet moans and grunts of the both of you filled the room while a muffled sensual music playing on the speakers.

Translation : Such a pretty pussy, all bare for me.

“Fuck Quanxi, so good- so good, ugh!” You mutter through the pleasure, drool runs on the side of your mouth, eyes watered with pleasure as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood.

She grabs a handful of your hair and it only adds to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling, so euphoric, and it feels so Quanxi, like Quanxi. She cursed through your veins, consuming your brain whole.

“M’ cumming! Please!” You beg, your hips thrusting on their own as Quanxi eyes you through your desperation, she was in awe, you were so beautiful, you could make the devil himself repent for his sins. You were so sinful, so filthy, lurido.

"Conosco il mio amore, lo so, come on, cum for me," she says next your head, her words dragging, and you do, your body quivering, your thighs shaking by her hips, and she loved every second of it, enjoyed every second of consuming you. You kneel for her, allowing her to absorb the very heart of you, the untouchable you, knowing that you reigned yet she reigned over you.

Translation : I know, I know my love

She drags the ice from her long-forgotten drink and running it down the expanse of your torso, the ice melting against your body heat, the remains dropping to your very core, intensifying your climax. You scream and stammer as you let the bliss wash over you.

You calm down after a while, Quanxi lying on top of you, basking in your presence. She keeps track of your every breath, matching the closing of her lips, in and out. The air smelled like sex, sin, filthy, so filthy. You heave, every breath for a thought racing through your mind, you feel like drowning, shirt drenched in vomit and tears remembering how you watched, your doing, torturing the both of you, you remember drowning, porcelain tub rimmed with water, fingers pinched at your nose, and there would always be hands grabbing you out, pulling you up like the waves of the waters that tested you.

You breath in sequence, each heave you made for her she returned, in and out. Tears reamed your eyes, you breath in and out, rough hands caressing the skin of your nape, Those rough hands that were your medication, your heart-song and your light, for that is what you deemed as love. the only other born in the same flame as you, together you are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

You breath each other like oxygen, for love ever safe and sound, love so murky that tested dirty waters, love so defiant of nature. “Sono tornato per te, sempre per te, amore."

"My ruin, my downfall."

#quanxi #quanxi x reader #quanxi smut #csm #csm smut #quanxi gay lord #I'd do anything for this woman god #quanxi x fem reader #This is not proof read my eyes are about to close #goodnight yall #this is totally not fueled by love is a bitch by two feet #art by @/slimee33 on twt. #man idek

[billthedrake]

This story is a follow up to The Hard Part. I figured it was time for a romantic story.

PARADISE

I won't say the country, but it was a remote, non-touristy tropical place that had developed a low-key "anything goes" reputation for gay vacationers. Underaged shit wasn't tolerated, but the beaches were long and largely private, and word was you could be naked or even have sex on the beach, and it wasn't a big deal.

Dad had a real excited grin on the prop plane ride over and on the jeep ride to the thatch bungalow. The guy who ran it gave us the run down on the basics. Limited hot water in the solar-powered heater, mosquito netting that was a must at night, a fridge stocked with the basics. Breakfast would be dropped off each morning at 7. Any issues just ring him on his cell phone. His English was broken but good, and he concluded his rehearsed speech with a smile.

"Most of all, the one rule here is have fun, guys," he grinned with a knowing expression before he bowed out and left me and Dad alone. I wasn't sure if people here were really laid back or if they just knew where the money came from.

Any way, it made me feel like I came to the right place, especially as I stepped out onto the back verandah and saw the water lapping the shore about eighty yards from our place for the next week.

"Glad we came?" Dad growled softly in my ear as his lips brushed against my lobe and his hands gently gripped my sides. I had resisted the vacation idea. It was winter break at school, and I had completed my last water polo season, which had ended my four years at USC on a high of a championship win. My parents were divorced now, and it was all complicated. But I had a plan to split my time between Mom and Dad this year - Mom's for Christmas and the week after down here with Dad.

"Mmm.. yeah," I replied as I backed into his embrace and even without looking, I knew he'd unbuttoned his oxford stripe dress shirt. Dad had a casual side but lately had leaned into that Brooks Brothers professional look, even on the weekends. I shuddered to think that would probably be me in twenty or thirty years.

I could tell Dad was horny as he pulled me tight against his warm body and ran his hands underneath my T-shirt, touching me for the first time in nearly two months.

"I almost forget how big you've gotten," he said. At 6'4", I was three inches taller than my father, but by now I'd pretty much matched his muscular build. I think we were both adjusting mentally to that development.

"I think you may have preferred me leaner," I said in a half tease.

Dad's fingers traced up my shaved-smooth abs, and up to my chest. "You kidding?" Dad grunted. "You're my top dog, Matty..."

"God, Dad," I hissed, my dick surging. We'd actually cut back on that talk the last few times. Dad was going through a lot emotionally with the divorce. The visits to LA were less frequent, and we were back more to weekly dad-son phone calls rather than constant texting. It had pained me to see, but I had only myself to blame.

Dad sensed my excitement. "A whole week, son... just us..." he grunted. Now that we were alone, it was like Dad felt liberated in the possibility we had to verbalize what had been hushed in our furtive sessions before. His hands were undoing my shorts.

"We gonna fuck like bunnies, Dad?" I hissed. His words, his touch, were driving me crazy.

I heard a chuckle behind me and Dad gave a gentle pat to my abs. My shorts fell to the floor and Dad was already peeling down my briefs. My erection felt great in his smooth warm hands. "I think someone's been a horny boy away at college," he growled.

I had. I was closeted, still, and maybe would stay that way. But I had fooled around with a professor. He couldn't hold a candle to Dad, but the secret sex was hot. Maybe I was too addicted to the secrecy.

I started thrusting in and out of my father's fist, seeing my sizable tool push out past his curled thick fingers. Dad looked over my shoulder to watch, too.

Finally he withrdrew his hand and stepped back. When I turned I saw his beautiful blond chest fur, now streaked with silver, and all that daddy muscle. Dad was just past the 5-0 mark now and handsome as fuck. Not overly big, but a man's body, simply and quietly masculine. With a smile he walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers, then undid his shorts.

"Wanna take our time today, Matt?" Dad said in a soft voice.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice croaking in lust. "I do."

We got fully naked and got on top of the cotton sheets together. We could feel the humid tropical breeze blow over our bodies as he scooted closer, our hands surprisingly tentative as they reached out to touch one another.

"It's been a while," I said as my fingers traced Dad's mid section. I don't know if it was the stress of his divorce or just work kept him busy, but my father had put on some weight around his middle. Not too much, but the love handles were fuller and there was a hint of a belly. I loved his body, the way it was before, and the way it was now.

"Yeah, it has," Dad sighed. "I guess I needed a little break... doesn't mean I didn't dream of this, a lot."

I felt deeply emotional at that point. "You don't have to explain, Dad," I said. And I eased forward to kiss my father, softly. I wasn't gonna push him on this trip. I was the one who'd put it out there first, the idea of being boyfriends, and I knew that may have been partly responsible for my parents' divorce.

The carefree naughtiness Dad had when we started our affair was gone now, but that didn't make the lust or attraction between us die down. Dad kissed me back, just as softly, and ran his hand over my lats, silently appreciating my fuller muscle. He shifted his body a little and like that our cocks were pressing against one another. Father to son, erection to erection, and nothing between us. It's hokey, maybe, but at that moment, I thought Dad and I were saying the things that need to be saying through our hard dicks.

I've never been a frot guy. The friction doesn't actually work for me in a pleasant way, much less in a manner to get me off. But that afternoon was the closest I'd get to it. Dad and I clung to one another, hands pawing and gripping and caressing each other's bodies as we made out and humped each other. Like we were making up for lost time. In a way we were.

Dad started kissing up along the side of my neck, muttering in his deep soft growl as he did. "God, son, this is so incredible... YOU feel so incredible."

He pulled back and looked into my eyes. We were on our sides but Dad was angled a little more on top. "Can I show you what I've been dreaming about doing to you the last few months?" he asked playfully.

"God, yeah," I laughed, feeling my hardon surge against his hip.

He bit his lip and made a show of raising my arm and pressing my wrist up against the pillow next to my head. Then he dove down and started licking and kissing my arm pit. I'd kept my upper body and legs shaved for water polo, and my underarm was completely smooth. Now that my final season was over, I'd actually looked forward to growing in my body hair for a change. But for now, Dad feasted on my smooth skin, giving my pit one last soft lick before moving over to my chest and nipple.

"Damn, Dad..." I sighed, almost laughing from half-ticklish sensations. But he kept his slow exploration, taking his time back and forth between my two nipples, then tracing his tongue over the ridges of my abs. I kept my lower abdomen shaved, but I was proud of my full light brown bush. Dad kind of nuzzled his nose through my pubes before his latched his mouth along the sides of my shaft.

I was enjoying the slow approach but was glad Dad wasn't trying to be too much a tease. He lifted my prick and took me into his mouth. The blowjob was soft and gentle and could have made me cum if he'd gone at it any harder. For now, I rose the crest of that ultimate pleasure, my toes curling down some as my body shook involuntarily.

Dad chuckled as he pulled off. "You're worked up," he observed, holding my prick up and just looking at it directly and lovingly.

"You have no idea, Dad," I said. "Ever since you suggested this trip."

My father's blue eyes looked up at me. Love and a lot of lust. "Guess I made the right call, then," he said. For all the emotional messiness of the last year, it was like we knew we needed this closeness.

"Guess you did," I smirked.

Dad's fingers relinquished my cock and ran along my upper thighs, savoring their smoothness. "Do I still get to show you what I've been fantasizing about?" he asked.

I nodded. "Please." I was so horny, and I could have cum real quick if I had a hand or mouth on my dick working me. But the build up was even better.

"Lift your legs, Matt," Dad urged softly.

"Fuck," I said, having an idea what was coming. For all of our times together, Dad had never actually rimmed me. It was the other way around, me as Top Dog, and maybe he thought I'd object to having my hole licked.

I didn't and certainly not now. I pulled back my thighs and held my knees toward my chest. Dad had a close and direct view of my lightly furred pucker.

"Goddamn," he hissed. And he leaned in to start licking me.

Dad wasn't the first guy to rim me but he was only the second. Maybe it was psychological, but I didn't think I enjoyed having my hole eaten. I was wrong. In that resort bungalow, I leaned back and let my father make love to my ass. French kissing it, and then exploring deeper with his soft, talented tongue. My dick was dripping the whole time.

That rim job probably lasted five minutes but it felt like a glorious eternity.

Dad had been in control but now seemed super horny and impetuous. "My turn," he hissed and I watched as he let my legs down and turned to face away from me, scooting back toward my face. My hands touched his strong thighs. I might have had the more athletic build, but Dad was solid, and his muscle had the advantage of his age and years of activity. The glutes flexed some at my touch, then Dad leaned forward, which pulled his buns apart.

I dove in. I loved eating Dad out and I was particularly worked up then. My father moaned out loud, almost grunted even, as my tongue circled around his pucker and started fluttering against his entrance.

"Eat my ass, son," he hissed. And then, as I ate him, he leaned forward more, nudging my legs back up. Turns out Dad wasn't done eating my hole, either. Fine with me. I pulled my legs back to let him at it again, and like that we settled into our first rim 69.

I knew then that we'd be doing this a lot more. It was like an electrical circuit flowed between us. The more I licked, the more I felt the sensations along my own hole. So I licked more, urging Dad to follow suit.

Maybe it got too much for him. maybe he just wanted my cock. Because Dad finally pulled out of my trench and leaned up to start licking my cock. I grunted into his ass, and grunted louder when my father bucked his rump back against my face. I thought he was trying to get me in deeper into his hole, and maybe he was, but I realized the new position was to take my cock into his mouth.

No slow approach now, Dad was going in for the kill. Steady, controlled suck motions up and down on my hard as nails prick.

I moaned against into the cheeks that practically smothered my face and gave up my cum. Right into Dad's cocksucking mouth. It was a surprisingly intense orgasm, and I rode it out, stopping my full on ass licking and just enjoying Dad's spit-wet hairy cheeks pressed against my face as he milked my load out.

My father finally got off of his perch and climbed off the bed, his own prick beet red in excitement. He searched his bag for some lube and squirted some on his prick.

"Think you can rim me some more?" he asked in a plea.

I nodded, then watched Dad return to the position he had before.

"Lie back, son," he urged, clearly horny and ready to shoot. I did as instructed and my father sat his butt on my face. It wasn't the optimal position for a skilled rim job but there was something very hot about having my face covered with my father's ass. I licked wildly at his trench while he stroked frantically.

"Fuck!" he growled and I felt the hot sperm shoot in thick ropes over my chest and abs. Dad was clearly backed up and I loved feeling his jizz rain down on me.

He was all smiles when he finally pulled off and maneuevered himself to a sit beside my supine body.

"Thanks for that, Matt," he said with a grin as he patted my upper arm gently. "That was incredible."

"Fuck yeah, it was," I laughed, finally leaning up and wiping the spit from my face. "Wasn't expecting that for our first day."

Dad smiled. God, he looked so sexy then. "I wanted to try something new."

I ran my fingers up his furry thighs, more in a lazy caress than a tease. "I hope we try some a lot more new stuff this week," I said.

Dad nodded and leaned down for a soft kiss. Then when he pulled out he had an playful smile. "Looks like I made a mess of you, buddy."

I looked down at my torso and had to laugh. Dad had really painted my whole upper body with his sperm, which was now liquifying on my smooth muscle. "Jesus, Dad, how long were you holding that load in?"

"A solid week," he admitted, sheepishly. "Wanted to be ready for our vacation."

"Damn," I hissed, then got up to rinse off before the cum ran all off my body and onto the sheets.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Dad was looking through the fridge that was set up to the side of our room. He was naked and even though I'd just cum, it was hard not to be turned on by his middle-aged body. So much like mine, yet a total contrast, too.

Dad looked up. "There were some sandwiches here and a bottle of wine," he said. "What do you say we just enjoy that as our dinner here?"

"Yeah, sounds awesome," I said as I stepped over to the door and looked out onto the beach. "We certainly got an incredible view."

Dad pulled out the wine bottle and found the opener. "Gonna put any clothes on, Matty?" he chuckled.

I reached down and tugged at my soft genitals. "Nah... no one's gonna see us, Dad.... come on."

I could see the cautious side of him debating in his own mind. Guess which side won out. "All right," he conceded.

It was a strangely romantic meal, me and Dad out on the verandah, sipping wine and just enjoying being there, naked and free.

"Sorry I had to step back last year, Matty," Dad said at last, as our conversation veered from light hearted to serious.

"Dad..." I objected. "You don't have to explain yourself." I sighed. "It's complicated."

"It is," my father agreed. "And I do have to explain myself. I called you my boyfriend two years ago, and I meant it... only it was one thing to imagine divorce, but the reality is harder than you can ever imagine, son."

I gave a grimace and nodded. "Yeah, it hit me hard in a weird way. I mean, I wanted that... you know, fantasized about it happening, but then it hit me that it's my own parents getting a divorce... I don't know..."

Dad sighed. "I sometimes worry I made a mistake..."

I stopped on. "Come on, Dad. If it wasn't me, it would be another guy." I paused. "Sorry to be blunt." I realized there was this tricky line where I wasn't sure whether I could talk to Dad as a parent, lover, or friend.

"Yeah, probably," he admitted, his face softening some. "I did have a couple other experiences with men. Honest truth, they can't hold a candle to my Top Dog."

"Fuck!" I hissed.

"What?" Dad asked, concerned he'd said the wrong thing.

I chuckled. "You just gave me a boner, that's all."

Dad scooted back and looked down. "I'll be damned." He took another appreciative look at my erection then leaned back in his chair. "Things were... complicated... with your mother and me. But I never felt her desire me that much, son. Ever."

"Dad," I said. "I've been thinking... maybe we shouldn't rush things. I mean, we have time right? You're divorced and I'm a single young dude. Let's just enjoy that, OK?"

Dad seemed relieved by my words and he gave a big smile. "Sounds amazing, buddy," he said. He nodded down at my lap. "Need me to take care of that boner for you, Top Dog?"

I grinned. Just hearing him say those words made my dick twitch. Probably always would. But I shook my head. "Later. We got all night. All week even. I want you keyed up for it, too."

****

It was our first full day in Paradise, and we'd come in from the beach, already frying in the midday son. I wasn't sure if we were going to wait for sex, but after I took a quick rinse in the shower, Dad slipped down a pair of trunks and let his meaty dong out.

I slipped on some shorts while Dad stepped into the bathroom. He was taking some time, and when I realized he was prepping himself, I slipped my shorts back off. We he came out, freshly showered, I was in bed and rock hard. Dad grinned, tossing aside the towel and showing off his amazing body and a dick that was firming up by the second.

"We didn't get around to fucking yesterday," he said playfully as he got up onto the bed, too.

"No, sir, we didnt," I replied. Dad and I never had a formal relationship and I never called him sir, but at that moment it felt right, even if in a playful way.

Our bodies felt warm as we connected in an incestuous embrace. Slowly, we made out. It felt wonderful. It's funny: in the weeks leading up to this trip, I imagined all sorts of hard athletic sex, but now I was getting into the slowness of our sex.

I mimicked Dad from last night and started kissing all over his body. It hadn't been a particular urge of fantasy of mine, but the act was powerful and a turn on. My rim job was soft and measured, gently licking my father's pucker in contrast to the fevered munching of the night before.

When I got out the lube, Dad looked up at me with a look that was horny but very loving. "I dont need a lot of fingering today, Matty... I'm pretty horny for it," he said.

The contrast between his clear lust and his calm demeanor drove me wild. I slicked up my cock and applied some lube to his ring, then scooted up as he put a pillow under the small of his back to raise his ass up to the right level.

"Unnnfff... that's it, buddy. Nice and slow."

I was pressing in with some pressure to breach the ring but going as gradually as I could. I felt dad's natural defenses pull back and pretty soon let me inside him. The man's insides were hot and wet and incredible. I missed this. "Fuck, Dad," I hissed.

"Back in the saddle, right, Matty?" Dad growled.

My dick started bottoming out inside his ass. It was tight but not too tight and I got off on how it welcomed me back inside. "Fuck, yeah, Dad. I missed this."

"Missed this, too, son," Dad hissed and ran his hands up and down my flank. His legs were wrapped around me and we took advantage of the classic missionary position to kiss deeply.

I slow pumped him just like that, our bodies clinging to one another. Dad actually whimpered while I dicked him and instead of finding that passive or feminine or anything it turned me the fuck on. I put more power to my thrusts, not going fast but maximizing the depth of my fuck.

When I pulled off the kiss, Dad was clearly right on the edge of that path to orgasm. "I love you, son," he grunted.

"Love you too, dad." We'd had that conversation about taking it slow this week, but we weren't saying anything we hadn't said before.

My words made dad's eyes open wide in excitement. It was a romantic vibe but sexual too. "I love my son's cock fucking me," he grunted.

We didn't always or even usually bring up the taboo aspect of the incest during sex itself. But it never failed to fire me up. "God, I love fucking my father's ass."

I paused my fuck for a second. I didn't want to, but I needed to get the lube and squirt some on my father's cock. I tossed the bottle to the side and resumed that deep thrust. "Go for it, Dad. Cum on your son's cock..."

"Oh yeah," he hissed, stroking now as we fucked. "I'm so fucking close...."

"Yeah," I urged. "Top Dog's gonna get your there, sir. Gonna fuck a load out of those dad balls."

I could see Dad's eyes on me, not just my face but all of me. Taking in my hunky water polo body. Strong and muscular for 22. That gaze made me feel like even more of a stud, as I threw all of my poise and power into dicking Dad across the finish line.

"Fuck!" he cried, and I was grateful for the seclusion of this bungalow. Dad could be a moaner in sex sometimes, but this was the loudest I'd seen him. His whole body tensed up and he raised his hips up higher, mostly withdrawing off my dick as his cock jerked and a few heavy streaks of cum shot out. Not as crazy a load as the previous night, but it was an amazing sight.

I gave a few urgent thrusts, eager to get my nut before it all became too much for Dad. Sometimes when I feel that time pressure, I can't come right away, but I was so worked up, it was no issue at all now. I grunted and then started having one of those orgasms that made me grateful to be a top with a receptive ass to fuck. It was the kind of orgasm that feels like it's not gonna come and then when it does feels like it's not gonna end.

We kissed and embraced and felt the stickiness of dad's load between our warm bodies.

***

I'd learn that sex, particularly intense sex, usually tires Dad out.

It probably didn't take ten minutes before Dad was dozing off. More than dozing - dead asleep, snoring in the soft queen bed as the tropical breeze blew in.

I loved being with him as he slept, but I'm not much of a napper. And after reflecting on the mindblowing hotness of this illicit getaway, I figured it was weird to just watch my father sleep.

I quietly rifled through my stuff and put on a pair of running shorts. I'd be taking a break from lifting that week, but figured I could get in some cardio. Particularly since some clouds were coming in, and the afternoon sun waning in intensity.

Jogging in sand is its own challenge, but you get used to it after a bit. Plus, it was the most amazing view imaginable. Turquoise water, palm trees, lapping water against the shore. All to myself. I was in awe most of the time.

As I jogged I thought about the story Dad and I had rehearsed. I mean, no one knew we were related. So I was just a college kid having a fling with his professor. It was easier for me to tell a half truth than a lie. We had practiced our fictitious names and our backstory. But who knows if we'd even have to use it. So far we'd not seen a single soul since arriving.

Then, just as I was about to turn around, I saw a guy lying on the beach ahead of me. Then as I wiped the sweat out of my eyes, I saw it was two men. Tanned, good bodies, and naked. And I'd stumbled on them just as I saw one of them, a younger brown haired guy, lean over and start blowing the older guy.

My heart stopped in horniness. I so wanted to watch, these guys were just beautiful. But I felt bad for invading their privacy, so I turned around and made my way back.

I told Dad when I got back. He had woken up and was looking amazing in his nakedness.

"I just saw two guys on the beach having sex," I laughed as I gulped down some water.

"Out here?" Dad asked, incredulous, his furry, naked body propped against the pillow.

I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. Running in the humidity is a bitch. "No, further down. Older guy and younger guy, like us."

"Maybe not exactly like us," Dad leered. I was loving seeing my father's naughty side come out on this trip so far.

"Yeah, probably not," I laughed.

"Is that something you wanna do, Matt?" my father said, more than a little concern in his eye. He had an uptight, cautious side. Which I guess was a good thing given our incestuous affair. "Fucking out in the open?"

"They weren't fucking, the young guy was blowing the older guy," I corrected.

"Still... that's pretty wild." Dad said simply. "It's a little out of my comfort zone."

"Maybe mine, too," I admitted. "But it would be hot to try."

I slipped off my jogging sorts and jock strap, letting my dick swing free. I wasn't chubbed, but it felt good to expose myself to Dad.

It was like he was reading my mind. "It's incredible being naked with each other, isn't it?"

I nodded, feeling a strange excitement that was sexual but not about having sex at that moment. It was funny in my mind, I thought we'd be fucking nonstop all week, but now that we were here, I had to acknowledge that our sexual endurance had some pretty clear limits. That was cool, too, it just made me focus on Dad in a different way.

Dad took in a full view of my body. "I hate to see you cover up that beautiful body, son, but what do you say we go into town and grab some dinner?"

****

I showered up and got dressed - just a pair of cotton shorts, a T-shirt and flip flops. This was the most I would wear all week. The rental came with beat up bicycles that Dad and I rode down the dirt road. "Town" was something between a hamlet and a real town. But there were a few restaurants, even more bars, and a lot of tourists. Not all of them were gay, but maybe half were. Couples, mostly. It wasn't the nightlife or circuit kind of scene.

Normally, I didn't drink a ton. But it was vacation, and with the heat, the tropical fruit drinks went down easy. I had a good buzz by the time Dad and I had dinner.

He seemed like he had something on his mind as we had a drink at the bar after our meal. "Matty.... I've had three very difficult decisions in my life. Fooling around with you that first time. Divorcing your mom. And asking you to come down here."

"Dad..." I started to object. Everything sexual was off the charts hot between me and my father, but it was still tough to talk about the ramifications. About what the fuck we were doing. I didn't want to spoil the fun with reality.

"All of them were the best decisions I've ever made." I think the drinks were starting to let his inhibitions down, too. "Listen, bud... I know this is just some fun time, and last thing I'd ever want to do is get in the way of you going off to live your life."

This was getting heady, quick. Was Dad saying what I thought he was saying?

Just then a man appeared beside Dad. "Are these seats free?" he asked. The accent was European, but the English was flawless. He was about 55 and very tanned. Handsome, silver hair that was just starting to thin but which he kept trimmed short on the sides. Besides him was a much younger man, maybe a few years older than me, dark haired, thinner and good looking.

Dad blushed as our heart-to-heart conversation was quickly interrupted. I thought for a second he'd say no, but instead he gestured to the seats. "Help yourself," he said.

The couple talked among themselves at first until they got their drink. Then the Daddy struck up a conversation.

"You guys from the States?"

"Yep. Ohio," Dad answered using the script we'd created for ourselves for the week. "You?" Dad could be moody and withdrawn sometimes, but he was great at small talk, with acquaintances and strangers alike. It's one of those skills honed with his job, I realized, as well as the country club set my parents traveled in before Dad came out.

"Germany," he answered. "We come here every year."

"I can see why," I said. "It's fricking amazing."

"Your first time here?" the younger man asked. His English was even smoother, and had more of a British accent, probably from his education.

"Yeah," I said.

"But we'll probably be back."

We talked - about travel, about intergenerational couples, about soccer of all things. Then Walter, the older man, got a sly look on his face. Turning to me, he said. "I should admit I saw you today, Matt. On the beach."

I think I blushed. "That was you? Sorry, man, I didn't realize what was going on till it was too late."

"Wait, these are the guys?" Dad asked, turning from me to the couple.

"You told him," the man chuckled. Then leaning back and putting his arm on Karl's shoulder he smiled. "Yeah, me and Karl love the freedom here. Hope it didn't freak you out."

I shook my head. "No, not at all. Just..."

Dad chimed in. "I think you may have given us an idea or two of how to spend the week."

"Glad we could help," Walter grinned.

"You guys are a cute couple." It was Karl and his directness caught me off guard.

"You, too," I said truthfully,

"There aren't many of us," Walter said.

"Many what?" I could sense my Dad nervous for the first time. Like something was going wrong with the script.

"Intergenerational couples," Walter replied. "You know, daddy-son couples." He looked around. "Though you'll find a good number here."

"Matt and I are still working things out," Dad said. "We're not out or anything back home."

"It's tough," Walter said. "We still don't tell everyone... but we did get married last year."

"Yeah?" I said. I don't know why this surprised me.

Karl lifted his hand to show off a simple gold band, and I could see a matching one on his partner's left hand.

"Congratulations," my dad said.

"Thanks," Walter said. "It can be tough being in an unconventional couple but here we get to be ourselves, right boy?" he nudged Karl's elbow.

Karl laughed and smiled. "Fuck yeah, Daddy."

That hit me hard and turned me on, too.

"Listen, we're heading back but maybe you guys want to come over for dinner tomorrow? A little company would be nice. No pressure."

I looked at Dad and he nodded then turned to the guys. "It'd be our pleasure."

***

Dad and I were a little tipsy when we got back. We stripped down and made out in bed and pretty soon I was feeling up my father's erection. It was a sensation and powerful feel I'd never get sick of. Holding the dick that made me.

"Feels nice, Matty..." Dad hissed. "Only I'm probably too spent from earlier. I think you fucked every bit of cum from my balls."

I laughed then reached down to cup those testicles. "That's OK, Dad," I said. "All right if we fool around a little though? We can get off tomorrow..."

Dad nodded and we spent the next twenty minutes making out and feeling each other up. We started swapping blow jobs. Soft, slow exploratory dick sucking. Dad, then me, then trading places again. I thought of moving around to a 69, but I loved that position between my father's legs, working his hard dick lovingly.

Then it clicked for him, taking us both by surprise. Dad's fingers drew tighter on my neck and his body tensed. Turns out he had some cum left in the tanks after all. And he was spurting it into my sucking mouth.

***

The German guys' bungalow was a little nicer than ours but pretty similar in style. I guess they'd ordered some dinner brought there, because after Walter ushered us in and led us to the back verandah, we saw a big spread set out with some chilled wine.

Walter was casually dressed with an unbuttoned linen shirt that showed off his lightly hairy chest and a pair of cotton shorts. Karl wore less, just a pair of swim trunks.

"I feel over dressed," Dad chuckled as he walked over to shake the young man's hand in greeting.

"Hope you don't mind," Karl grinned. "We normally don't even bother with clothes."

"My son and I have a little exhibitionist streak, if I'm honest," Walter grinned.

That gave Dad and me some pause. Dad especially. He blushed some but tried to play it cool. "To each his own," he said. I saw Walter try to read his face, then mine. I knew something was up. But Walter didn't press it, instead he got up and poured us some wine.

"To new friends," he toasted.

"To new friends," I said in return.

"Prost!" Karl toasted.

We made small talk, and over dinner chatted mostly more about the island and some of the activities you could do, even if it wasn't set up with as much as other resorts. And Dad asked them about their city back in Germany.

Dad and I gave a censored, half-fictionalized version of the truth. Me a college senior, Dad a divorced man in Ohio. The food was good, though I was still getting used to the cuisine.

We were in a relaxed mood as the sunset became night and the low lights on the verandah made the tropical evening seem perfect.

"You think you'll come back?" Karl asked.

Dad looked over at me, a playful glint in his eye. After the sun and the heat of the day, he was getting tipsy from the wine. I had to savor just how incredibly handsome my father was in vacation mode. "Yeah, we're definitely thinking about it," he said, verbally asking for some confirmation of the mood he was feeling. "It's a magical place."

"It is," Karl chimed in. "Father and I love coming every year."

I was definitely feeling a vibe now. Dad was too.

"So... he ventured... the father-son thing... is that a kink thing... you know, roleplay?" His tone was cautious but inquisitive and respectful.

Walter grinned. "Would it bother you if it wasn't just roleplay?" he asked.

Dad shook his head and quietly responded. "No." Looking over at me I realized Dad was getting turned on. "Don't think it would bother Matt either."

"It wouldn't," I assured the other couple.

Karl scooted up to Walter, running his hands along the older man's shoulder. "The family resemblance is hard to deny, isn't it?" he asked impishly. "But people don't expect it to be a possibility."

"Fuck," Dad whispered softly. Then more aloud: "You two are a beautiful couple," he said, with surprising directness.

Walter looked between me and Dad. "You men are, too."

I gulped. Dad did too. But he reached over on the wicker sofa where we were seated and placed his arm on my shoulder. His touch made me break out in goosebumps. "I gotta say...." Dad sighed. "I didn't expect this turn of events."

"We can change the subject," Walter offered.

"It's good to be able to talk about it," I piped in. I don't think I'd realized till then how bottled up it had all between me and Dad. The sneaking around was hot and all but it somehow felt lonely too.

"Happy to," the other father said. "But we're going to follow your lead how much you want to talk about."

Dad looked at me. "What do you think Matt?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied softly. It felt like we were taking a chance, but I knew we wouldn't have another opportunity.

Dad gave me a quick peck then turned back to the other guys, pulling me close. "Matt's my son. We're dating."

Karl smiled. So did Walter. "What does dating mean for you guys?" the older man asked. "Just fucking?"

I shook my head. "We fuck," I said aloud, getting off on the transgression of verbalizing the forbidden. "But Dad's my boyfriend."

That made Walter smile. "For us, the romance is hotter than the sex. Or at least it's connected. Isn't that right son?" he said, patting Karl's bare leg.

"Jah, Papa" the son answered, sliping back into German.

The two leaned in and kissed softly, for longer than Dad and I had. Karl had a big grin on his face when he pulled back. "Dad's a great kisser," he said, returning to English.

I felt flush with heat of excitement. I was getting turned on, both from the voyeurism and from the open embrace of the incest idea.

Dad spoke up. "Matt is too. My boyfriend learned some moves in college," he chuckled playfully. I had to chalk some of Dad's relaxed mood to the wine, because he was definitely more uptight than this normally. But I think he too grasped the rarity of the situation and decided to go with the flow.

Walter leaned back in his seat and smiled at us. "How long have you too been together?" he asked. I could tell he was feeling flush with excitement, too.

"A little over three years," Dad answered. "Though we only talked about the boyfriend thing a year and a half ago."

"We've been involved longer," Walter said. "But like I said last night, we got married last year."

I had half forgotten about their professed wedded status until then. "How the fuck does that work?" I blurted out.

The men laughed, which made me glad I hadn't offended them.

"Would it hold up in a court of law back in Germany?" Walter said. "No. But it's a real marriage. They don't ask for many documents here. Karl and I have a license... and of course the rings," he added flashing his ring finger to display the band. "That's real enough for us."

"God, guys," Dad chimed in. "I have so many questions."

"Feel free to ask them," Walter replied. I could tell he was glad to share his and Karl's experience with us.

So for the next hour that's what he did. We listened to the process of applying for a license in the country and what the civil ceremony was like. We asked how they managed being a couple back home, how to deal with people's expectations and give excuses for living together.

"I won't lie, mates," Karl finally said. "There are some challenges. But nothing beats actually living with your own father as his husband. It's just incredible."

My breath was getting short. Something about the idea felt unreal but very appealing to me at that moment.

***

A half hour later, as we bid good night and thanked them for the hospitality, I could tell it was on Dad's mind too. The heaviness of that idea. We walked along in silence on the quiet deserted back road to our cabana.

"It's an insane idea, Matt," Dad finally said, breaking the silence.

"It is," I replied.

He looked over at me, his older more experienced face somehow seeming nervous and youthful then. "We can't rush into something like that."

"God Dad!" I hissed.

His face scrunched into a look of concern. "Did I say the wrong thing, Matt?"

I shook my head and dropped my voice to a whisper. "You gave me a hardon."

Dad looked down and sure enough saw my shorts tented up, beyond being able to hide it.

"That's my Top Dog," he grinned.

I felt a warmth come over me, and I decided to say the next words. "Would I still be your Top Dog if you did me?"

I let the words hang in the humid air and saw Dad's lips curl up into a faint smile at the corner. His response was measured. "You know you would, Matty," he said, reaching over to rub his hand along my lower back as we walked. "But is that something you want to try?"

I didn't answer him directly because I wasn't sure of the answer myself. Not 100%. "You like it, right, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded. "I do," he replied. "But mostly because you're the one doing me. It's hard to explain."

I mulled it over. I didn't say anything at first, then spoke. "I wanna try it, Dad. I need to know what it feels like."

I expected my father to object or try to talk me out of it. Instead he gave a gentle grin and let out a throaty whisper. "It's gonna be so hot, Matty... I promise." I knew then how much he wanted this. And a part of me felt bad for holding out this long.

Thankfully, we didn't have a long walk back to our bungalow. It was a still quiet night, and I remember the sound and feel of the ceiling fan as we methodically stripped down. Dad's body was tanned from the week, and the coloring made his gray temples stand out more.

"God, you're really fucking handsome, Dad," I hissed, just I peeled down my shorts and let my hardened dick free.

Dad followed suit. It never ceased to turn me on how similar my cock was to his and yet how his looked different. Fuller, meatier somehow. Older.

His skin was warm as he stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss. Sometimes Dad urged me to go slower and softer with the kissing but at that moment he was right at my vibe... horny as fuck.

He growled in my mouth as he pulled back and patted my bare ass. "Why don't you get ready, son?" he asked. "I usually do a couple extra gos at it," he added.

I nodded and went into the bathroom, where Dad's portable enema kit was. I won't lie, this part felt weird at first, since I'd never used one. But I remembered the thrill I always have whenever he prepares himself for me, and I wondered if he felt the same.

I rinsed off and when I came out finally, I felt the thrill of my father's greedy eyes on me. His erection hadn't flagged one bit and I saw that dad cock jerk off his hairy belly.

"I can't believe we're about to do this," he said quietly, his brown eyes roaming all over my naked body. My own dick was jerking back to hardness, quickly.

"That makes two of us," I joked.

He patted the back next to him and I climbed on.

His kiss now was even more possessive, rougher even, as he pawed at me and rolled on top of me. The change of script thrilled me, actually, as did the feeling of his muscular, middle aged body on top of mine.

"I love you, Matt," he said as he raised his body above me, looking down with lust and affection.

"Love you, too, Dad," I replied, automatically. Then less automatically, I added, "Cliff."

That made his nostrils flare and a grunt emerge from deep in his lungs. It was the first time I'd used his first name since the divorce. I was taking a chance using it now, after all our talk of going slow, but after this evening's conversation, it felt right.

He leaned down and kissed my upper chest. A couple of soft pecs against my smooth muscle. "My baby boy," he sighed, and I felt his cock just against my thigh. He made his way down, kissing me and giving a few stray licks. I craved for him to take my dick into his mouth and just start sucking me, but I was also glad he held off, giving my nuts a lick before making his way down my inner thigh.

When he nudged my legs, I didn't need it spelled out. I lifted them up and pulled them back. I was vulnerable now, and open, my ass hole on full display for my father. '

He actually leered as he looked intently at my it, then looked up into my eyes. "I'm serious about what I said earlier, Matt... you'll always be my Top Dog."

Those words hit me deep. There was so much going on between us. The complication of being father and son, yet lovers. The realization that dominance and submission were flip sides of the same coin for us. About penetration, but not about it either.

"I want you to be Top Dog tonight, Cliff," I hissed.

Dad dove in. If my first rim job from Dad the other day was eye-openingly hot, this one felt particularly intense. Dad munched at my ring, and that gentle tickling sensation of his tongue switched into something else in me. Pleasure, but almost a tingling need. Particularly once my father's tongue drilled deeper.

I pulled my legs apart wider and gave Dad full rein of my hole. "Eat me out, Cliff," I grunted. Now relishing the first name basis. "Get your boyfriend's hole ready."

"Fuck, son," he grunted as he pulled back and wiped his chin before resting his thumb at my ring and pressing into its now relaxed state. "I gotta fuck you."

I hissed, feeling nervous and yet wanting it and feeding off the transgression of the whole thing. "Is my father gonna take my cherry?"

Dad nodded, like he was afraid he was gonna break the spell if he spoke. I watched him grab the lube and copy my actions from so many times before. I knew Dad had fooled around with a couple of other guys before we started our affair. But surprisingly, we didn't talk a lot about our sexual histories.

As Dad's fingers pressed into me, a second lubed one going in along the first, I shuddered to realized we'd have to talk about our sexual pasts, like boyfriends eventually do.

"Damn, Matty," Dad growled. "You're opening right up." I could sense the surprise in his voice and maybe a little disbelief that I was cherry.

"My father is really good at this," I shot back.

Dad leaned up on his knees, his paternal hardon throbbing as he drizzled lube on it. "You know," he said, stroking the slickness along his length. "Before we started, I would sometimes jerk off fantasizing about this," he said, taking a second to add some lube to my own prick. "I felt guilty as hell," he added with a smirk as he set down the lube again.

Those words hit me deep. I'd relaxed my legs some so they wouldn't cramp, but Dad was silently instructing me to place them on his shoulders before he leaned in and reached down to guide his cock. Not into me, but pressing against my vulnerable pucker.

"Did I get your cherry, Cliff?" I asked. Riding the knife's egde between sex talk and boyfriend talk. I'd never had the guts to ask Dad that the first time I fucked him. I was asking him now.

He shook his head. "No, Matt. That would have been hot though." He stared down into my face. "Too much?" he asked. Already he was pushing forward against my guarded entrance.

"Feels weird," I laughed nervously.

"It's gonna," he explained. In the back of my head I realized this was some fucked up version of the father-son birds-and-bees talk. My dad explaining how sex works. "Just focus on how much you want your dad to fuck you."

There was something crude and direct about that, and it made my hole unclench. There was a sting and a fullness as my father's cock bore into me.

"God yes, son," Dad cried.

My hands clenched at his arms, and I stifled my own cry. It didn't hurt exactly but it was the shock more than anything that caught me off guard. My mind wanting it, but my body resisting.

"I got ya baby boy," Dad hissed. "Your daddy's got ya."

"Fuck, Dad," I whimpered. I felt vulnerable and a little helpless and, yeah, that was messing with my jock ego some. But Dad was being my Rock at that moment. The man I could be vulnerable with. My insides unclenched and I felt myself being filled more steadily and deeply. This time, it felt amazing.

"Shit," I hissed, my talon grip turning into caresses of my father's strong arms.

"Yeah, Matty...? Feeling good?" He knew, but also was confirming.

"Feeling great, Cliff," I grunted. "Dad."

"That conversation... those guys tonight..." Dad said as he bottomed out. "That got you worked up, didn't it?"

Oh fuck, Dad knew how to take me to that emotional place, all right. I nodded and felt my cock surge back to full rigidity. The harder my dick got the more it interacted with the buzzing of my prostate. Now I knew what Dad loved about bottoming.

"I don't wanna cross any lines, Dad," I replied.

Dad flashed a grin then his face got stone-cold serious before he leaned down to claim another kiss. We made out some, as best we could in that position as my father's dick started its slow pump of my hole.

When he leaned back he got into a steadier rhythm, and at a better angle to hit my spot. "I don't wanna cross any lines, either, son," Dad grunted as he held onto my outer legs and started fucking more steadily. "But hearing them talk about marriage got me pretty fucking worked up."

I watched in excitement and amusement as Dad fucked me. He was closer to cumming than even I realized and I could see the telltale look I'd seen dozens of times before on him. "Fuck me, Cliff!" I urged. "Fuck your boyfriend."

"You're my son," Dad grunted, sweat forming on his body now as his muscles clenched in rhythm. The thrusts were faster and heavier but not too rough. I was getting my cherry popped in the best way possible. "I'm fucking my own son," he cried, louder.

"God yeah, Dad!" I cried. I was stroking my cock now, and getting closer.

"My hot stud virgin son." It was wild to see my button-down, sometimes uptight dad let loose during sex. He was going all in now.

"Not virgin any more," I shot back.

That did. Dad's face turned red and he humped me excitedly with a few rapid strokes and then he was cumming, deep and hard. "God fucking DAMN!" he roared, glad to be able to let loose. I felt it, the impact of his deep thrust, and I knew he was seeding me good and hard.

The fuck had been kind of quick and overwhelming in its novel physical sensations. But I know realized the thrill that I finally had taken a man's cock and it was my father's. And my first cum, too. As I stroked, a wicked thought occurred to me that Dad's would be the only cum ever to enter me. Something about that fantasy, or maybe reality, had my own sperm jetting out of my cock, surprising me in the suddenness of my own orgasm.

"Let it out, Matty," Dad hissed, now coming down from his own high but thrilled to watch me cum.

I love fucking men. So I can't say this was a better cum than inside a man's hole, but it felt different and wonderful in that unique way. I got it now, what made men want this. My cum lasted longer than any I'd ever had.

I was exhausted when Dad finally pulled out and let my legs rest back down on the bed. "Good?" he asked me as he lazily stroked my abs and chest. Again, knowing it was but confirming. Checking in.

I nodded. "Jesus, Dad," I sighed. Words couldn't capture everything I was feeling and thinking, so I didn't try.

I shut my eyes and caught my breath and heard Dad get up to go to the bathroom. When he returned he was wiping down my cum-covered body with a damp wash rag. It was a simple gesture and felt surprisingly intimate.

"Thank you for that, son," Dad sighed. "If nothing else this week, I'll remember that."

I leaned up. Loving the fact of being naked in bed with Dad. "It was a gift to me, too, Cliff. For real."

We kissed, soft this time, and I could tell our cocks were jerking in that uncomfortable in between state, not ready to go soft but not able to enjoy sexual stimulation either.

Dad patted my shoulder when we broke the kiss. "Sorry if I went to far with the marriage talk."

My heart fluttered. "I don't know what to say, Dad," I sighed as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "I just... I know you just got out of a divoce and it's just all impossible anyway."

"It is," Dad chimed in, grounding me in reality. Grounding us in reality. "But if we wanna get carried away by the fantasy... just this week, you know..." he stopped mid sentence. Feeling me out.

"I wanna," I replied. "But you gotta tell me when I'm going too far."

"Same... it goes the other way, too," Dad said. He plopped down on the bed next to me, cuddling up to me some. "I love you Top Dog."

"Love you, too, Cliff.... Babe," I added, tossing out a term of affection that felt new and maybe a little awkward to us with my father. "So much."

[cocogum]

i refuse to believe Killua won’t be taller than Gon in the future.

Like my guy obviously has his dad’s genes so if that dude is freaking 6 ft 4, u bet ur ass Killua would also be around that same height later on.

SO THERE’S NO WAY GON WOULD EVEN BE AROUND THAT. green boi over here’s gonna be 5 ft 4 at least and i’m being generous here since his dad’s 5 ft 3. 

Leorio, being so tall, is gonna have to become at least 6 ft instead of 6 ft 3 as time goes by since heights usually varies and changes overtime.

The only one who’d never grow an inch in this damn group is Kurapika. Arachnophobic blondie’s height is 5 ft 7 and i don’t freaking see it but okay. Since his height completely caught me off guard (i was NOT expecting him to be 5 FT FREAKING 7), i feel like even if he’ll still grow a bit, nobody would even notice it so it’d be more fitting if he never grew some inches in the future.

i can actually see their heights turning out like this and i’m in love with the concept. 

like imagine if the four of them all reunite together in their twenties and Leorio would immediately roast the shit out of Killua for being the tallest of the group now.

omg the irony would be so good.

#hxh #hunterxhunter #hunter x hunter #hxh killua zoldyck #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #killua #anime #manga #hxh heights #hxh headcanons #hxh hdcs #hxh gon #hxh gon freecss #gon #gon freecss #hxh leorio #hxh leorio paladiknight #leorio #leorio paladiknight #hxh kurapika #kurapika #zoldyck #zoldyck genes are on a whole other level #hxh imagines

[carrickbender]

Sunday 7-

I had 2 drs appointments on Friday, one of which was a CT that was supposed to help figure out why I have so much pain in my right testicle(TMI). It saw nothing, so now we get to keep guessing. Boss told me to "take weekend off", but was doing the morning orders/teams call every day between 5-7, trying to fix stuff and do reconciliations. Glad they trust me with this, but wanna give a 'high five' to my imposter syndrome telling me im gonna get fired any day.

- had to take Henry to urgent care on Saturday, and it turns out he has the start of pneumonia. Wanna give a big shout out to the ARNP who told me she really thought he should just 'ride it out' after 10 days of awful coughing and that their kids 'were still in it after a month'. Yeah, the PA said there was no way he wasn't leaving without antibiotics. Made me feel like an asshole parent... he's on day 2, and already more of himself.

- I went back up there today for me, and I have pretty severe bronchitis. He put me on a different antibiotic, more steroids, refilled my inhaler, and actually listened to me. I mean, I appreciated his care and actual concern. Fun situation: while I was there, a tree fell across the powerlines and tripped off most of town, so they had to go to back-up generators. There was a hall full of people, in a brown out, that the staff were managing like pros. Seriously, we are lucky to have that place.

-after today, I have 4 payments left on my car. 4. I think we will wait till June, and then it's 4 door vehicle time. The lunabug is getting taller, and we want to go see my dad/stepmom in Eastern Wa in something that has space. Everybody and their dog has sent me one of those damn, "interested in a new car loan? It's OK to check your rate, and won't hurt your credit" messages and as soon as my credit union chimes in, I'm sure we'll have something to talk about.

- speaking of something to not talk about, I learned a new term and joined a subredit today called 'dead bedrooms', and yeah, checks out completely. I don't have a therapist yet, so it's not a bad sorce of info or me trying to figure out what I have messed up(apparently, yet again).

- so I had to stop at Walmart(yay for small business destruction by a corporate giant!) for meds/a few groceries and this dingus in an f250 with a WA st license plate celebrating wrestling decided he needed to back into a compact space that was in front of me. He almost hit the first car on the way in(who had to stop and back up), but then he literally backed his 'not a farm truck but a penis extension' into the compact space in front of me, and thanks to me backing up knowing he would have been sticking out if I didn't, he took 3 feet of my spot and his hitch was literally 4 inches from hitting my car. In my space. And that entitled piece of shit didn't even look to see how close he was, he just walked away like he was the king of backing up. Look, I have no problem with wrestlers, but the only one who matters in my life is John Irving, and I think he would have been sensitive enough not to be a shit bird like that! (Part 1 of 2 rant)

- I wanted to share a thought or 2 about something I've seen going about on here for a little bit, because I think i need to say avfew things:

I love that I have so many people I follow here who take stances for the poor, marginalized, POC, and other underrepresented communities-not just in a perfunctory way of saying 'I support you'; but quite a few of you are actually involved in helping bring about change and strengthening communities by being unselfish hands that help heal hearts- you inspire me to be a better person, really. As a person of faith, I see you doing the work that many faith leaders of old spoke of when they talked of when they said, "serve as you have been served, and love as you have been loved"- and seeing that faith in action, it has made me read more about liberation theology and revisit the works of the Rt Rev Bishop Desmond Tutu, Dietrich Bonhoffer, and Dr Martin Luther King jr(and of the later, 'Why I oppose the war in Vietnam' is just as relevant now as it was then). I thank you all for this inspiration and work.

But what I have really come to realize about myself is that I am a person of privilege. I am a white CISmale, straight, accessed a good education at a young age, had a huge extended family that helped raise me when my mom had me at 17, have never had to worry about my gender causing me to be looked at differently, have a good job(for now), have access to clean water, don't live in a food desert, and save for the fact that I understood discrimination at a very young age thanks to my last name, I know that I have lived a mostly privileged life.

But there is one privilege I will never take for granted, and that's voting. And yes, I don't always vote my conscience because at heart, I am a democratic Socialist. But I always vote in my local and state house election because it is in places like your local school board or your city council where you can stop the spread of groups like 'Moms for Liberty' or any of the other neo-fascist organizations that seek to change education or change for the worse how cities deal with their population experiencing homelessness. If I stay home from these elections, I feel like I'm spitting on my great grandmother's grave(whose name I found on the voting roll of the first year that women could vote in Basin, Montana). I feel like I'm not being a good parent or a community member for sticking up for my sons right(or other kids rights) to read books in the school library that have a rainbow(let alone letting kids see representation for non-traditional families that are just the same as everybody else!). So please, if you're feeling crappy about the election, this right here is the biggest way to affect change if you don't know where to start or affirm.there is something you can do to really make a difference. Don't see enough representation of POC on your city council, especially in multi-ethnic communities? Hear a trans voice that would make for a great representative for all people? Fill in those boxes, act locally, and get those folks elected! It works if you work it!

I hear a lot of voices talking about Joe Biden these days, and I feel numb and angry about a lot of things that have been done in our names too: I hate HATE what is happening in Gaza(PBUT); I hate our support of Saudi Arabia and the proxy war in Yemen; Our jaunts in Zaire and Jordan; I hate that we are no closer to universal Healthcare, but I understand that that road and others lead through a Republican congress. I love that child poverty is declining, but programmes that were designed to make this a reality are sunsetting. We have a barbaric and truly archaic policy on immigration, and every time(that's not hyperbole, either), every goddamn time a good bill has been proposed to deal with the issue, the bill has been met by the xenophobic forces on the right and their deep pockets fueling the media and it is destroyed out of fear. And let's not forget student debt forgiveness, the continued dismantling of public education by states like Texas and Florida, Our goal of dismantling of the prison industrial complex, the protection of reproductive healthcare, and the dire need for nationwide police reform.

Yes, our laundry list is long, but it is full of necessary things that need to change or be codified in order for a great change to happen for generations and the continuatonof this great experiment called the U.S.A.

And for all of this and more, I ask: where are the leaders of our generation on this? Where are the ghosts of John Lewis, of Paul Wellstone, and of Shirley Chisholm? Thankfully, our leaders and the ghostsbof their forebearers are there- they are doing their best, and thankfully we(those of us on the progressive side) are represented by POC women who will go to the mat for these issues and more, being inspired by those who came before them. But the more that I think about it, it's time that we offer an ultimatum: we'll give you our voting block, Joe. We'll help bring along the majority of the 9 million new voters who are coming of age this year, so you will have a supermajority with which you can put forth truly transformative legislation. Sure, you'll get us- for now. But if it's businesses as usual, if we are not knocking over the tables of the money changers, and if we are not investing more in programmes of social uplift than we are for the military industrial complex, then we strike. Not in 2028, as one of my absolute favourite people on here suggest, but in 2026, in early summer. Because it is people like me, those of us who have know privilege and continue to know it, who are finally waking up to the truth that we need to do the work. We need to do the heavy lifting. I'm willing to make that offer, and I hope I'm not alone, because there either needs to be a change in the way our political system operates, or we walk away and start our own political entity. I hope I'm not alone in the way I feel, and I hope that we can all make the proposition. We have the leaders, we have the people, now it's about courage. It's time.

But for today, if you can pull the lever for democrats nationally, I totally get it. But consider what I said about voting locally, and in local races and elect people who represent your values. It matters.

- ok, rant over: if you made it this far, know that I love you all and I hope this week brings good things for you. Remember what Pete Seeger always said: "Take it easy, but take it". Much love yall!

#me #this is my life #exhausted #singer songwriter #henry adam #washington state #in repair #democratic socialism #radical feminist safe #POC safe #we are one in the spirit of reform #time to dream it up again #Spotify

[my-shields-are-down]

Jeans 👖

#one word prompt #Chenford one shot

REMEMBER: a one word prompt gets you a Chenford one-shot.

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“Don’t do it! Dad - do not do it! You DO NOT want to go in there right now. She’s kind of having a break down.” Tim stared down at his 16 year old daughter Diana, crossing his arms and widening his stance to match hers.

His baby girl who used to host tea parties with the neighbors’ dogs and her chinchillas, who used to rest her head on his shoulder when he read her bed time stories and explained the world to her, who now stood a few inches taller than her mom, with her thick wavy blond hair and her mom’s chocolate eyes brimming with mirth and laughter behind her, well his really, most intimidating TO scowl. She was gorgeous and kind and stubborn and cranky and if the rumors supplied by her younger brother were to be believed, she was secretly dating Angela’s son Mateo and she was by far, the most popular girl in school.

Diana was blocking his entrance into his and Lucy’s bedroom suite.

“I am not having a break-down!” came Lucy’s muted and slightly muffled voice from somewhere inside their bedroom.

“You know I can just pick you up and move you out of the way, right?”

“Oh really? Pff. Maybe when I was 7 and small for my age, you could grab me by my ankles and hold me upside down while telling me I was turning into a bat! I’m not gonna fall for that now!”

Tim looked down at her bare ankles and purple toenails as if considering doing that again. His back yelling at him internally to please, do not do that again.

Diana laughingly yelled back into the room, “he’s breaking through my defenses Mom! You might want to put some clothes on!”

Tim’s heart had started bursting at her laughter, because it was musical and happy like her mom and his mom, but then his eyes got big, and turned black with desire at the thought of Lucy unclothed less than 50 feet away.

Diana watched the shift in her Dad. Watching him shine love and affection down on her before shifting to something, deep, and feral, and fierce. She really enjoyed watching her Dad love her Mom. Yeah sure the PDA was over the top sometimes, but her parents without words had shown their kids that, deep, all-consuming love, affection and respect were possible and attainable. And worth it.

Then, with cat-like reflexes, Tim reaches forward and steps into a hug with Diana, wrapping his long arms around her, holding her close. Then before she could sink into the hug, he blows a raspberry on her neck and tickles her on her sides having effectively boxed her in with little wiggle room. Diana shrieks with laughter and instead of fighting like usual, tries the reflexive dead weight trick Aunt Nyla had shown her last week, sliding effortlessly out of his grasp to the ground before crab-crawling away and popping up again. “I’m immune to your tricks old man!”

Tim nods and points back at her with a huge grin while silently thanking both Angels and Nyla for suggesting the self-defense classes for Diana.

He then turns and enters his sanctuary - the part of the house where he feels the most at peace and at home because Lucy is here. Even after all these years, she makes his heart pound, his pulse race, and drives him crazy with desire. She’s his home in this building - their home.

“Luce - where are you love?”

“In here and yeah, I kind of am having a break-down.”

Tim pivots and heads to their walk in-closet to find Lucy sprawled on the floor in a navy blue t-shirt bra and boy short panties, one arm covering her eyes, and what looks like every pair of jeans they own strewn around her. She had been looking for something jeans related but now lay on the floor quietly crying.

Tim quickly lies down beside her and kisses her clavicle, right below where his very first Valentines Day gift still hangs around her neck. He’s given her quite a lot of jewelry over the years, but this simple gold circle on its delicate gold chain is worn almost every day since she got them.

“Honey, what’s with the jeans explosion? Aren’t you supposed to be at some garden party somewhere?”

“Yes, TJ’s school fundraiser garden party. I was there, wearing my favorite sunflower dress the one I always wear on Mother’s Day. But I was sent home for not wearing the ‘approved attire’ - jeans, a white top and a stupid garden hat covered in flowers. Apparently, I looked better than the hostess so she sent me home to change. That group clearly is still living in junior high. Ugh. It’s not my fault she’s a mean, angry, fat cow, that only fits into elastic-waisted jeans.”

“So then I get home, come up here and angrily start putting on jeans. And none of them fit! Not even my default safety jeans. The last time this happened I was pregnant with TJ. So I called the doctor to find out if that was even possible and she said no, it’s more likely due to the beginning of menopause. Then I started spiraling, thinking I’m turning into a blob who can only wear elastic wasted jeans. I understood Marjorie’s anger and then the tears came and they won’t stop. Your sexy wife is turning into a blob!”

Tim grabs Lucy and rolls them so she is laying on top of him, her head resting on his chest, and wraps his arms around her while kissing her temple. He holds her to him, lightly stroking her back, letting her cry it out. Over the years, they’ve mastered reading each other and silently communicating the kind of love and support needed in any situation. Right now Lucy needs quiet comfort.

When her breathing finally evens out and her tears stop flowing, Tim kisses her temple and says, “What did your Mom look like at your age? Your grandmothers? I don’t think I’ve ever seen elastic-waisted pants on any female in your family going back generations. Your DNA - your genes- are not programmed that way.

Which kind of is a bummer for me, because belt free, zipper free jeans? Hell yeah! A faster, easier way to get you naked? Sign. Me. Up! Why haven’t you been wearing those from the get go?

By now that’s hours, days, possibly weeks of extra naked time we missed out on because your jeans didn’t have an elastic waist band. I’m gonna sue for restitution - money, so I can take my honey on a multi-month, around-the-world-trip! A naked-time world tour, if you will.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“What I am, is stupidly, madly, deeply and completely head-over-heels in love with you. You could lose all your limbs and be a head and torso in a box and I would still be in love with you.”

“Oh god. We never should have watched that awful movie. A ‘Boxing Helena’ reference is not making me feel more attractive.”

“Ooh, but you know what will? My sex-on-a-stick husband romancing me tonight, on our back deck with candles, and fresh flowers, and something yummy on the grill. You can wear your khaki shorts and one of your snap shirts, and I can wear my sunflower dress. And you can unwrap me later.”

Tim immediately sits them both up, leans forward and kisses her silly. He is getting lucky tonight! (Well, really, he’d been lucky for a very long time).

“Diana! Grab your brothers and go to the Evers compound for the rest of the weekend- your mom and I need some time alone!”

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #tim x lucy #one word prompt #jeans #one word prompt = chenford one shot #andrea writes #i'm in chenford withdrawal #things that are awesome

[youngveinsworld]

quotes from a recap of the young veins' show at the beat kitchen in chicago on 10 april 2010

I went to the first ever Young Veins concert in Chicago April 10th, and let me tell you- along with only one other day, it was THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. It was so amazing beyond belief. I still can't believe it was real.

they are a small band right now so they were playing a tiny club. There was a room about the size of half a school gymnasium, the stage was 3 ft off the ground, and there was no backstage. The band had to walk past the crowd, no barrier, to get on stage.

The doors opened at 7 but we got there at around 5. My dad got in line (yes, I brought my dad, this is a bar, you know) and Lillie (my friend) and I walked further to see what was going on by the alley. All of a sudden my eyes landed on a sight so ultraviolet that my lungs shriveled into the size of my ears. My knees turned into noodles. My heart started beating as if it were afraid of the dark and wanted to bust violently out of my chest cavity. I felt like I was going to poop, throw up, and faint at the same time. I saw Ryan Ross loading things out of a trailer 20 feet away from me. I kinda blacked out for a moment. Lillie had to hit me in the arm to get me to say anything. I seriously have butterflies right now just remembering it. He was wearing his soldier-looking jacket, some striped pants, blues brothers sun glasses, a yellow shirt, and his pointy shoes. Then out of nowhere I see a guy with the same hair but in a maroon shirt and pants- Jon Walker was pushing some amps into the staff entrance. And then I saw Nick White and Andy Soukal and Nick Murray. All I could say was "Wha......?????" I seriously couldn't comprehend that my idols that I've loved for 2 and a half years were standing right by me. I needed a moment.

After I cooled down, standing by my tree, I took out my blank CD case (I was going to have the band sign the black case and then when June 8th comes around, I'd put the CD and the jacket in that case). I started small. I was going to ask Nick White, the newest member and pianist, to sign the case first. He started to walk from the trailer to the door and I called out, "Nick?" and he stopped and turned, kind of suprised, I guess not a lot of people were able to recognize him yet. I asked, "Would you be willing to sign this for me? I'm going to put the album in it when it comes out." and he was like, "Sure, sure.". He signed, said thanks for coming, and went back to his buisness. I forgot to take a picture (god damn it). But that's okay, he was nice.

Okay, one down, 4 to go. Next I saw Andy, the bassist, and called out his name. Again, kind of not expected. I asked if he would sign my case and take a picture with me. He said he could only stop for a miinute and I said, "Oh, yea, sure.". He signed my case and Lillie took our picture and he, also, was on his way.

Ryan and Jon were busy setting things up inside so they weren't coming out for a while but I DID see Nick Murray come out. I called his name and asked if he could sign my CD case and he said, "Um, sure, just give me five minutes?". So a couple trips later, he, himself came back to us and said, "You wanted to see me right?" and I was like, "Yea, I wanted to know if you could sign this and take a picture, I'm going to put the album in it." and he said, "The album?" and I said, "Yea, you know, Take a Vacation." and he was like, "Ohhh, yea." 

Finally I had the courage to talk Jon (My courage was also fueled by the fear that he wouldn't come out again). He was so handsome and like and inch taller than me (and I'm 5'7), and thinner than I expected, and he was just Jon Walker. He walked past us and I said, "Jon?" and he came over and I asked him to sign the case and take a pic ect. And then I said, "So is Ryan being sneeky? I haven't seen him in a while." (p.s. I'm a creeper). He giggled and said, "Yea, well, Ryan's always sneeky." and I just said, "Haha, yea." and he thanked us for coming out and went on his way.

Finally Ryan came out again. I HAD to talk to him. He walked past and I said, "Ryan?" and he was like, "Hi.". I asked him to sign my CD case and stuff. He was kinda busy so after a picture and a very breif amount of small talk about being excited and thanks for coming out and stuff he was on his way. I imagined him taller, but he WAS thin, now I can believe it. They, for some reason translate not as thin in pictures, I guess because it's 2D.

I saw Cassie (Jon's GF, duh) walk in the building and Jon came out to say hi to several friends of his that came to the show (cuz, duh, he lives in Chicago). Cassie was so cute. She looked so nice and sweet and her little summer dress and boots were adorable. She had Starbucks which I later saw Jon share with her. He also looked through her bag for something and that made me go "Awwwwww" barely quite enough to not be stared at.

So we finally got in and we saw the merch and I told my dad to buy me one of everything of The Young Veins' and ran off to get a place (later we found out that Nick Murray was helping sell the merch and he sold my dad the shirts). Jon was at a booth in the bar having a pre-show-drink with his friends and Cassie which was so amazing and Ryan came into the stage room to check out the crowd and mingle a little bit.

The Young Veins came on and got their equipment ready and fixed their sound and stuff for 10 minutes. 10 minutes I got to watch Ryan Ross and Jon Walker from 2 feet away, just doing exactly what they were born to do. I was so happy.....

They went through their set, Jon sang two songs. I ruined the audio on all of my videos because I was singing out of tune AGAIN (this happens to me EVERY concert).

After their set I remembered a picture that I drew for them a while back that I left in the car that I HAD to get. We left even before Foxy could get in the room and got the picture. I would've kicked myself if I didn't give it to them.

I grabbed my photo and went back to my tree and watched and waited for The Young Veins. They were packing their stuff up. Ryan and Jon started talking with different fans and I was going to give it to them but then I saw Nick Murray. This crazy drunk guy was talking to him about the most random shit and I realized my life's destiny- Save Nick Murray From the Crazy Drunk Guy. Nick was looking very awkward and scared. He tried inching away but tried to stay nice at the same time, this was getting him nowhere. We walked up to them and I said, "Excuse me." The drunk guy and his drunk girlfriend moved aside and we talked to Nick and I finally handed the picture to him and said, "I drew this for the band and I just wanted to give this to you guys." Nick was like, "Cool, cool. This is yours" and I was like, "Yea *confused*, wait, what do you mean?" and he said (OH MY GOSH) "Oh, well, I've seen this before, it's cool." and then I remembered that I sent all the members the picture on Twitter, he read my comment and liked my picture. I'm getting warm and flushed just thinking about it. How cool is that? We talked to him a little more and let him go to mingle with the rest of the fans that left before Foxy (because honestly, I already SAW his mustache and so I don't really need to be blinded by it's magnificence again).

I'm adding this to my "Best Day Ever" list. I have two best days ever, neither better than the other. But this has to be my favourite concert that I've ever been to. LOVE LOVE LOVE. That's all can say.

– from this blog post by Michele

#nick murray #cassie walker #young veins #the young veins #tyv #ryan ross #jon walker #spring2010 #10042010 #offstage #with fans #recap

[worldsfromhoney]

I’ve been so much on the fence about this that i think i consulted three servers i’m in and had a very reasonable breakdown during an intense convo with one of my best friends.

BEHOLD this is the result of my externalised inner struggle

🥁🥁🥁🥁 *drumroll* 🥁🥁🥁🥁

WiP intro: Imposter Syndrome

A What Shouldn’t Have Been Written short story.

Ok ima face it: idk what to do here so i’ll just wing it and i hope it’s enough 😵‍💫

Status

Will finish the first draft by 10/06

Posting date: 10/09

WiP tags

#wip: imposter syndrome

#wip: wshbw

#oc: del bonnaire

#oc: jo bonnaire

#oc: conn

#oc: mrs. bonnaire

What it on

A horror short story where society has found a way to let people change their skin—literally. And Del Bonnaire has had his eye on a particular one for years. With a dying mother and a grieving dad, what can stop him?

Genres/Themes

horror/thriller

suspense

sci-fi

family

morality and ethics

NOTE: there’s a hella more tags and warnings but they’re available on Inkitt and Wattpad so please look before you read!

Characters

Those who matter anyway ✌️But! They all show up! They all matter!

Del Bonnaire

A daddy’s boy is what Del puts in every social profile he has. And that’s exactly what he is. Recently graduated from university and turned 22 years old. He’s delayed his coming-of-age ‘changing’ for 7 years and has batted away the legal notices. An inch taller than his rugby player of a father, with a lean form (genetics, darling, he’ll say), and rare green-hued eyes—he’s a catch for the skin centre. But there’s a reason he’s delayed and the time has finally come.

Jo Bonnaire

Del’s father and [redacted]. Despite being a sports boy throughout his entire life, barring from going professional, he doesn’t like being put to the spotlight. A devoted husband who attends to his wife’s every want and need, even to the point of predicting it. Very sticky though, as his rugby lads would comment. Recently turned 40 as he got Del early in life. Comes from old money and works as a behind-the-scenes philanthropist. He seems normal enough… right?

Mrs. Bonnaire

Del’s mother and [redacted], and Jo’s wife and [redacted]. She’s a pretty isolated person and neighbours gossip it’s because she got sickly after her first husband’s death. An utter miracle that someone like Jo had taken her in, they’ll also say. No one’s seen much of her family than her father who was seen rowing with Jo one night and never came back. Past schoolmates say she was very different in the past—a political activist against the ‘skin change movement’. Where’s that woman now?

Conn

Del’s childhood best friend. He and his aunt are the Bonnaire’s closest neighbours. Rather than him keeping Del, it’s more of the way around with how others see him always being comforted and apologising after a fight. Like a puppy whining after a particularly slick kitten, the other kids say. Handsome enough in his own right—brunette, grey eyes, dimple—but overshadowed by Del’s dark, tall, and handsome vibe. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind much of what Del does anymore.

Dr. Katz

The doctor assigned to Mrs. Bonnaire’s case. One of the most renowned doctors in the hospital and the only one willing to take on the case. Not because of its queerness or impossibility but because of the two Bonnaires who stand guard day and night. You’re just imagining it, the charmed nurses reassure her, but she isn’t buying it. In the end, she’s right not to.

Snippet

NOTE: the snippet here is from the first draft which is crap so you will be reading crap 🥰

I think I give him an answer but it gets lost as a muffled mumble in his shirt. I’m not ready to let go. There’s a beating heart and a chest that rises and falls properly with no help so near that I don’t want to let go.

…and that’s all for now!

#writeblr #wip intro #wip: imposter syndrome #oc: del bonnaire #oc: jo bonnaire #oc: mrs. bonnaire #oc: conn #horror #scifi #short story

[raggstorice]

Happy 4:15 in the morning. I'm doing flash headcanons for Sexuality. (Authors Note: took a break and made breakfast potatoes. It's now 7:00 am and I have my father's love.)

Warning: Lack of Heterosexuality

I may or may not be high so; here we go:

Heartslabyul:

Riddle: he's bi. He insists he's straight but he's lying to himself. You'll get it one day sweetie. Leans more to guys.

Ace: BI. BISEXUAL DISASTER. This man experienced bi panic when he saw Epel and Deuce in a room together. (He thought Epel was a chick...) Also. Acesexual. (get it. Asexual? Acesexual? I'm a comedian.)

Deuce: Gay. His mother is supportive.

Cater: unlabeled. He hates labeling anything about himself. If asked will say he's gay but if you get to know him he'll be honest.

Trey: Pansexual. It's the vibes. Nothing else needs to be said.

Savanaclaw:

Leona: Gay. Would never want a women. Don't be mistaken he greatly respects women he's just not attracted to them. At all.

Jack: Pan. Another man that drinks his respect women juice.

Ruggie: acesexual demi romantic. You have to know him first.

Octavinelle:

Azul: Questioning... He knows he likes men... he's working on it. Just tells people he's gay while he figures it out.

Jade: Gay. Pulls women though. He's polite in rejecting them.

Floyd: Unlabeled. Ask him to give him a label and he'll flip you off.

Scarabia:

Kalim: Asexual Panromantic. The sweetest.

Jamil: Bi. Pulls everyone.

Pomefiore:

Vil: Queer. He's something?

Rook: again. Gay. I don't think this needs to be explained.

Epel: questioning

Ignihyde:

Idia: Gay. He doesn't really care though. he just knows.

Ortho: Ortho doesn't know yet. Idia explained LGBTQ stuff to Ortho (since a lot of people on campus are queer) but Ortho really young so he doesn't really think about it. (Also. Robot)

Diasomnia:

Malleus: He's clearly gay but Lilia hadn't given him the talk.

Silver: I would say Malleus's applies to Silver but Silver is Bi.

Sebek: Internalized Homophobia. It's okay for other people to be gay just not him. Anyways Gay.

Lilia: The original gay. All gays evolved from him.

Staff:

Crowley: Aroace. 'Ew romance' (he says that everytime he catches students making out in odd places)

Crewel: Gay. And extremely supportive.

Trein: Y'know what. I'm going to be brave here. Token straight. Ally.

Vargas: Bi. Incredibly Bi.

Sam: Gay. Gay black man. (Authors Note: met a black gay once during an open dance thing and he hyped me up the entire time. He had the coolest pride baseball jacket thing? It has a rainbow on it. Dee if you're out there I love you <3.)

Other:

Lucius: A... Cat?

Neige: Pansexual. He has the pan colours.

Che'nya: A... Gay Cat?

Najma: that is a LESBIAN. Probably the most similar character to me! So she's a lesbian.

Marja: Ally! You go grandma!

Cheka: Cheka doesn't know much about gay people... He asked dad but he just said 'Oh yeah. Leona's gay!' Cheka doesn't know what that means.

Authors Note: According to the wiki; Neige is taller than Vil. NEIGE IS 6,3. let that sink in. 6,3. That's not possible. That's a fucking lie. These guys are SKYSCRAPERS. Anyways in the wiki it also says that Vil wears 13 CENTIMETER HEELS? That's like. 5-6 inches. Which is probably why Vil looks taller than Neige in the story...

#riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #lilia vanrouge #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam #twst lucius #najma viper #neige leblanche #chenya

[romanarose]

Take Your Time Masterlist

Beautiful moodboard by my dearest @welcometostayingawake thank you for always supporting this universe <3

Frankie Morales x Fem!OC (Jana Fernandez) Summary: 6 months into sobriety, Frankie is still struggling, and understandably so. After a near-relapse, he calls Jana, his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter for help when he hurts himself. Ridden with guilt, Frankie tries to push everyone away by picking fights and not answering calls, convinced he is a grenade doomed to hurt anyone in his proximity. Can Jana work with the guys to get through to him? Can Jana convince him he in worthy of her love, and the unconditional adoration of their daughter?

General Warnings for whole fic, heed individual chapter warnings: Addiction, self-harm, self-hatred, drinking, smut

Unknown number of chapters at this point but:

Chapter 1: Francisco calls Jana late one night, trying not to relapse. She comes to him, finding him in a deeper emergency than she anticipated.

Chapter 2: The next day, Jana and Frankie deal with the fall out of the night before, and Frankie begins spiraling.

Chapter 3: Frankie gives up, but those around him don’t.

Chapter 4: Frankie talks to Rosie, apologizing for not being the dad he wanted to be; flashbacks to Frankie leaving for Colombia.

Chapter 5: All flashbacks to periods of time in Frankie and Jana’s relationship; meeting, Frankie’s relationship with Jana’s family, and finding out they were having a baby.

Chapter 6: Jana and Frankie decide the time is right.

Bonus Chapter: Learning to let go

Chapter 7: Frankie feels insecure, but Jana is always there for him. Laci and Santi take a big step

Takes place after Leather and Lace, but not at all necessary to read before this one.

Spotify playlist

OC'S

Jana Fernandez: Frankie's "lady" he referred to in the movie. Jana and Frankie met in the Army during Jana's brief stint to pay for college, where Santiago introduced them. Jana comes from a loving family, and doesn't take shit; including from Santi. Her and Frankie fell into addiction, but Jana got sober shortly before becoming pregnant with her and Frankie's baby, Rosie. Jana is someone who will always call others out on their behavior (often Santi) but is a powerful ally to have, and a loyal friend. This is shown by the fact despite breaking up, Jana has always remained on Frankie's side. Jana has thick, curly hair, medium dark skin, and is, in Santiago's words ''only half an inch taller" than him, hence her calling him ''Santito". Frankie absolutely has had to measure them. Multiple times.

Fatima Rosa-Maria Morales Fernandez (Rosie, Rose, Rosa): Named after Santi's sister, a surrogate mother to Frankie, who died of an overdose, Rosie is the 2-year-old child of Frankie and Jana. She's starting to talk, her favorite words are mama and daddy (and shit, but that's Uncle Benny's fault). Rosie adores her aunts and uncles, and is damn near spoiled by her godfather, Santi, and both Miller brothers. Santi's girlfriend, Laci, often watches Rosie if Jana and Frankie are both busy, and the two bonded immediately when Laci came into the guy's lives. Rosie's hair takes very much after her maternal grandfather and is very thick and dark. She is a giggly and happy baby, and the light of her mother and father's eyes. Frankie wants, more than anything, to protect his Rosa from himself and his past.

Lacina Dumas (Laci): Santiago's girlfriend, who he is absolutely head over heals in love with. The pair are a frequent source of groans from the guys, being disgustingly in love. She is besties with Benny Miller, but has become friends with Jana, and is part of the reason Jana has been seeing more of Frankie these days. Laci comes from a very traumatic background, which you can read about (as well as her and Santi's journey of love) in Leather and Lace, which is why Santi is so protective of her. Laci is emotionally fragile, and prone to not talking, or having non-verbal episodes if her anxiety is high enough. Outside of where she volunteers, she needs to have someone who trusts with her out in public. She had medium, straight, blonde hair, and is very petite and short. Laci is a gentle soul. She has battled addiction in her previous life, so she's been a support to Frankie during this time.

Alice McCartney: Benny's girlfriend, introduced in chapter 6. Alice had long, wavy, sandy brown hair, and struggles to fit into the group's dynamic, as well as understanding everyone. Alice is suspicious of Laci, and makes a bad first impression on Jana, making things difficult from the get-go. Alice is curious and has no filter, saying what she thinks and asking the many questions she has.

Any and all art, collages, anything like that that any of you make will go here, as if anyone write's stories within this universe!

Hope you all enjoy!!

#TF RomanaVerse #Take Your Time fic #Frankie Morales #frankie morales fic #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #frakie morales hurt comfort #frankie morales #triple frontier fanfic #pedro pascal #Santi and Laci #Leather and Laci universe

[wrenreid]

Off Limits

content warnings: mentions of violence

Part Ten

Spencer’s eyes are little widened as well. I glance over at him for just a second before being too embarrassed by my rambles to keep facing his direction.

“I-I’m so sorry, I just talked your ear off,” I say with a slight laugh, feeling awkward as hell. Not having passed second base is not something that I’ve ever been particularly ashamed of, but it also isn’t something I would just tell someone out of the blue. Especially not him. I don’t know why, but that was kind of something I didn’t want him to know.

“No, you’re okay,” Spencer says, his voice a little awkward as well. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The question shocks me because a part of me was expecting him to say something about the confession I’d given. Most guys his age would think it’s weird that I’m 21 years old and haven’t had sex yet. But then again Spencer Reid is not most guys. Perhaps he doesn’t care. It’s not like it affects him anyway.

“I’m okay. Really,” I tell him with yet another hesitant nod. I am fine. I just feel a little icky with what happened.

“How would ice cream make you feel?” He asks with a little grin.

“Let’s see,” I think, tapping my chin. “45% better.”

“Not a bad percentage,” Spencer says as he starts the drive to Baskin Robins. “What if I bought you two scoops?”

“60% better,” I chuckle softly, my cheeks pink.

“Over half. I’ll take it.”

We reach our destination, and once my feet hit the gravel of the parking lot, I regret wearing these heels. I groan. “Never wearing these again.”

Spencer opens the back door, grabbing something. I stand beside the car, my arms wrapped around myself from the chilled air.

“Here,” he says, handing me high tops and his jacket.

“You brought my converse?” I ask, my eyebrows raising along with the corners of my lips.

“Your shoes looked uncomfortable when you left.”

Puddle. I am once again a puddle on the ground.

I put his jacket on and zip it halfway. It covers most of my dress since he’s a good 7 or 8 inches taller than me. I toss my heels on the floor of his car then slip into my black high tops.

“You’re an angel, Spencer Reid,” I smile and walk with him into the ice cream shop.

After we order, we sit at a booth in the corner of the restaurant and eat our ice cream. His is mint chocolate chip. I smile to myself as he eats it because I remember Dad buying mint chip just for Spencer whenever he’d have the team over.

I eat my cookie dough with that smile staying on my face.

“What?” My eyebrows pinch together as I meet her brown eyed gaze.

“What?”

“You’re smiling,” I say.

“Wasn’t that the whole goal with the ice cream?” She ask with a soft chuckle.

“It was,” I nod. “But you’re staring at me with a smile and not saying anything. It’s making me think there’s something wrong with my face.”

Jace laughs a little and shakes her head. “No, no. There’s definitely not something wrong with your face. Like at all.”

“Then…?” I question, head tilting.

“I’m just happy you picked me up,” she says softly.

A smile creeps up onto my face just seeing her grin. “I’m happy I picked you up too. I have been craving mint chocolate chip.”

Jade gasps dramatically. “Is that all this is to you?” She can’t help but smile instead of pretending to be mad.

“Absolutely not,” I grin.

Something is coming over me, and it’s making me feel more and more guilty. This is not a good idea, us hanging out. But right now, she needs someone, and I’m glad to be the one here.

I wish I could talk to the guy who made her feel like shit. Perhaps I’d arrest him just to scare the shit out of him. Make him regret ever even kissing her, especially touching her. I feel a sort of resentment for this random nobody that I haven’t felt for anyone in a long time.

All I want in this moment is to keep making her smile. I have this unruly need to keep that adorable grin on her face until her cheeks are tired and she physically can’t smile anymore. I need to make her happy.

Thinking back, I think I’ve always had that urge when I’m around her. To keep her smile on her face. I used to tell her random facts and jokes that either made her smile nervously because I said something stupidly silly or smile because I purposely sought out a sentence that would have that affect on her.

Even before I hardly recognized her as anything other than Hotch’s daughter, I wanted to make her smile, hear her laugh.

And now that’s she’s no longer this nervous 17 year old, it’s more satisfying to hear it. Before, it was just me wanting someone to like me outside of the team. Someone to be my friend and not just because it could benefit them. Now, I want to make her laugh because the sight is beautiful.

Oh shit.

We finish our ice cream, or all that we can of it, then head back to my car. On the drive back to her place, I let her pick whatever music she wants.

As she sings along, I can’t help but glance over at her once in a while, a smile on my face.

“What is this even saying?” I laugh softly, trying to keep my eyes off the road.

“I’m not entirely sure,” she laughs as well. “Something about sex I presume.”

She’s probably not wrong. Most of today’s music is about sex, but hearing her say the word seems so strange, so wrong now that I know… that she hasn’t… had it.

I don’t know why I care. I don’t, really. But I’m thinking about it.

That sounds wrong, I’m not thinking about it. I’m thinking about how she hasn’t had it. I’m more than sure she’s had plenty of guys lined up at her door. She’s gorgeous. And smart. And funny. And a sort of kind that you don’t see too often.

“Hey,” she waves her hand over my line of vision. “You still in there, Spence?” Jade chuckles softly then leans back into her seat.

“Yeah, sorry. Just trying to listen intently to this song. It’s definitely about sex,” I force a gentle laugh.

I don’t even want to say the word in front of her. As if the mere thought of the act will taint her innocence. Like a flower being plucked from the garden. She deserves to stay in the garden where she belongs, where she couldn’t get hurt, where her beauty would continue flourish.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. You’re definitely a better version of a knight,” Jade grins.

“I don’t know. Horses and swords are pretty damn cool,” I say, my lips matching hers.

“True. Step up your game next time.”

“Hopefully there won’t be a next time,” I say, my smile fading.

“Right. No more douchebags. Hopefully.”

She starts to take off my jacket but I shake my head. “Keep it. It’s cold.”

Jade nods, hugging her arms around themselves. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I say back.

I make sure she’s inside the building before I drive off.

Hotch got home and I was leaving their place just before she called me. Luckily, he was too busy getting Jack back to sleep to notice my worried face and rush to grab her sneakers before heading out the door.

A soft sigh releases from my lips as I drive back to my place.

eleven

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[jamiesfootball]

For the Unpublished ask game thing:

7 (Jamie), 15, and - bc I am always greedy - 10. (Let's if I remember the numbers right this time!)

7. What are your plans for -character-? (Jamie)

One of the funner aspects of oh god, you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) is that we are completely bound to Roy's pov and therefore have to experience alongside him the agonies of Figuring Out What Jamie Heard When You Said What You Thought Were Normal Words.

But ultimately my plan is to get him to cut off contact with his dad.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

The scene where Jamie tells Keeley about what's been going on with his dad, and he admits that a part of why he hadn't wanted her to know before was because it is one thing if Ted tells him that something is the right thing to do. Ted tells him things all the time that don't make sense to Jamie right away, or he gets them wrong. But Keeley doesn't do that -- Keeley is always really, really good about explaining things in a way that's easy for Jamie understand. And Keeley is such a good person, and one of his favorite people in the world, and he knows if she tells him to do something, she's probably right.

He really really didn't want her to tell him that he should forgive his dad. Hearing it from Ted was bad enough; hearing it from Keeley might've killed him.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

A small pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew who it was, of course. Not only because the only other person in the house was much taller -- even on the street he'd know her. He knew her at every height, from ten-inch heels to barefoot in the morning. After a while he felt her face turn against his shirt. Keeley whispered, "Thank you for taking care of him." He couldn't begin to explain how it wasn't ever a choice. He settled for putting one of his hands over hers as they waited for the tea to cool.

#roy kent #keeley jones #jamie tartt #ask game #ask box is always open #oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) #writing snippet

[bloodybreakupscene]

Hello😊! Can you write a Finney Blake fanfic x male reader who has magical/wound-healing kisses? I know it doesn't make sense but I dreamed about it so much lol🤒💗. The male reader saved him from his bullies and he heals Finney's wounds with a magical kiss! The reader loves helping people and he helps Finney so much. And later Finney discovers that the reader was new in town and already enrolled in his school. So Finney wanted to get noticed again for the mals reader and he also gets hurt and is persecuted too much- and the reader and he know each other since they are both on the baseball field and the reader is popular! So the following days Finney finds himself having an intense crush on the reader and needs the reader's attention 24/7 and his kisses that heal any wound and pain🥺🥺💗. The reader is a year older than Finney and a few inches taller. The reader is sweet and pure, kind and empathetic and everyone enjoys his presence. Finney was so in love that he felt sick having feelings for another boy, it made him feel bad but he loved being with the reader so much that he didn't care. The 70's were shit >;(

-> 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! !

finney blake x male! reader (he/him)

-> finney has a crush on you and tries to deal with it

-> BI FINNEY TRUTHER FR!!! finney lowkey had a thing for bruce in this thing too LMAO who wouldn't tho 😘😘 not really exactly like the request so i'm really sorry AB that :( but expect sum more fics after this!! i promise i'm working on some. i also did my japanese homework while writing this so that's kinda silly 🤗🤗

you and finney were best friends, it was common knowledge at this point. you hung out at almost all hours of the day and one was never seen without the other. with the few years you've been friends, finn might've caught feelings. he honestly couldn't help it, you were so kind and sweet it was almost too much sometimes. you always helped him with subjects he didn't understand well, you comforted both him AND gwen after fights with their dad, and you even patched him up after he got beat up again and again by moose and his friends.

you helped him gain confidence for things he wanted to do but was too scared and nervous to try, like for example you convinced him to sign up for baseball and you even helped him pick out a bat and glove. you were a nice addition to his life in a small town, he's been here his whole life, nothing new or interesting ever came, until you moved next door. you caught him staring at the moving truck and waved before walking back in, presumably to unpack your things. ever since you've been hanging every weekend, which turned into everyday.

basically, finn likes you a lot, you've helped him so much and he just wants to be with you, all the time.

you were on your way out of school and waited for finney outside the building. you waved to the people watching passed, a few girls giggling as you waved at them which caused you to chuckle nervously back. as the day passed finney didn't show up, not really thinking much about it you began walking home. as you rounded a fence you noticed finney getting chased by three bullies. you recognized them and ran after them.

the three dudes standing over finney eventually ran off noticing you speed-walking towards them. sitting down to finn's level, you looked at the bruises and small scrapes he got, probably from tripping.

"finney are you okay?" you asked, sitting right next to him.

he shook his head as he buried himself into his knees, shielding his head with his arms. you held his left arm and clasped his hand within yours. without thinking much you absentmindedly held his hand towards your cheek. he raised his head from his solemn pose and his arm went limp as you looked around for something more interesting to gaze upon. this gesture obviously didn't mean much to you, but it meant everything for him.

while lingering on the thought on his way home, his mind was interrupted by gwen running up behind him.

"hey! you didn't see me walking up to you?" she scoffed, now walking next to finney.

"no, i didn't, i was thinking of, stuff, y'know?"

"stuff? oh—, i know who it is."

"what? what do you mean?"

"it's (y/n) isn't it." she said in an "as a matter of fact" manner. "ooo, (y/n) yes i'll carry those books for you, i'll even jump off a cliff for you!" she teased finney, based on the fact that when you visited their home she found finney carrying your bag despite you saying he didn't have to.

"don't be too loud! what if he's around?" finney states nervously, looking around.

"finney please, he's not going to just jump out of anywhere, besides he wouldn't notice if you had a crush on him unless you confessed directly."

"i guess, but i don't know, let's just get inside."

"no, i'm going to susie's today, only for a little bit though, i'll see you later finney!"

"alright."

hours passed and it was now time for finney's baseball game. he felt extra nervous this time because he was going against bruce. now, before he realized he had a crush on you, he thought bruce was extremely attractive and now that he thinks about it, bruce was way out of his league. but the reason he was so nervous is that you were here, and so was bruce, which means you'll see bruce as well. finney doesn't think he'll be able to handle you having a crush on someone.

trying to ignore the disgusting anxiety he felt in his chest, he continued to play. he was doing pretty good until bruce hit a home run and the last ball he pitched. it was inevitable but he still felt like throwing his stomach on the floor and running away. he dejectedly walked outside the field and almost screamed when you hugged him from behind congratulating him on playing.

"finney!! you did so good!" you held him in your arms, putting your chin on his shoulder.

"oh, thanks (y/n)." he said, attempting to sound as happy as possible despite him losing.

"are you mad you lost? it's not a big deal, besides it's bruce he plays really good." you giggled, letting go of finney, now face to face with him.

"hey! you!" speaking of bruce; finn thought as he approached the two of you.

"man, your arm is mint. you almost had me there haha!" he said, slightly out of breath.

"oh yeah, thanks, you were good as well, because you know, you won."

"and, you're (y/n) right? i think we have the same science period." he recalled, now facing you instead of finney. finney was already annoyed about losing in front of you but now bruce is trying to—i don't know? ask you out? he doesn't really know but he knew he was jealous about it.

"mhm, you sit a few seats in front of me i think." you said before looking down to your hand to see finney holding it. you laughed to yourself and ended your conversation with bruce.

you and finney sat down upon the sidewalk in front of your house, not speaking, no one saying a thing. as you were staring at the ground, he was staring at you, deep in thought. while he was staring into space, his head was crowded. he liked you; a lot, he began to realize. he’s never liked someone so much before, i mean, there was donna who he had a crush on for a while, but while with her there was this thought in the back of his head; the thought being you, to do things with you. then there was bruce, however he’s pretty sure that was just admiration.

“finney? what’s with you lately? are you good?” you asked, fed up, but also concerned because of his behavior.

“i, i don’t know, i’m fine.”

“no, you’re not, now tell me what the hell’s the matter with you.”

:i, um.” now or never finney, “i like you, a lot. your hair, smile, personality, the way you help me when i don’t deserve it, the fact that you’ve never judged me, when you comfort gwen, when you comfort ME. i just, really like you.” his tone of voice contradicting his feelings.

“was—is that it?” you looked agape.

“um, i guess, yeah.”

“i like you too. i just didn’t know if you liked me back.” you laughed at the end of your sentence.

finney chuckled, “so, are we like, dating? i don’t really know how this works.”

you laughed at his dorky expression and leaned in to kiss him.

“I guess we are.”

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This sexy man is gonna get a post today deal with it.

Jesse head cannons 💙🩵💙🩵💙🩵

Jesse is known for being the oldest so I think he'd be 30-31 or so. Got his license at 17 and he's been driving ever since which is good because Aaron T drives a little crazy which scares him.

When he was dating his ex girlfriend he was always trying to make her happy and that didn't go well she ended up dumping him when he kept talking about the band so after he became famous she wanted him back only for him to shame her in front millions of people by recording the whole thing.

He's 6'0. My dude got taller when he was 18 and boom 💥 6'0 which make sense since his dad is 6'1 and his younger brother is 5'9 tall height runs on his dad's side.

He likes sweet things but tries not to buy so many but when Ruby is on her period he buys her sweets that she likes to eat. He also has a huge soft spot for her and spoils her from time to time.

He Robaire are the parents of the group and I stand by this 100%!!🤣

Jesse once dated a plus size girl after his ex but she was insecure and he got picked on for dating her so much she broke it off with him now that he's dating Ruby who's plus size he tells her everyday how beautiful she is and how much he loves her unconditionally something he didn't do as much with his last plus size girlfriend.

He's great at boxing and fighting In general his dad was in the army before retiring to become a police officer and his mom teaches self defense for all ages ago genders. With that note Ruby doesn't have to worry about being harassed anywhere because Jesse always around her 24/7.

He is a great cook he , Robaire, and Aaron Z can cook good but when Ruby cooks he loves it and will hide food because he doesn't want anyone to eat it. He will definitely drag Aaron T and Tae young out because their cooking isn't so good the last time he had Aaron T cooking the smoke alarm went off 🤣✋🏾.

NSFW!!(do not 🚫 read if you are uncomfortable)

He's 10 inches long and thick 🤤.

Loves to go rough and only will be gentle if he making love or it's make up sex.

Has a daddy and breeding kink plus spanking, gagging, bound. He loves Speeding up and slowing down when he or one of his partners are close to orgasm he also does it to tease.

Loves it when Ruby calls him daddy it turns a switch on in him that only she sees it's like he becomes a different person when she saids and does things to turn him on.

The things he say:

"Mm baby girl your so sexy when your a mess under me."

"You like it when daddy's deep inside your guts babygirl?"

"Your so tight baby and you feel so good baby girl."

"Your so wet and warm for me princess."

"That's it baby moan/ scream for me."

"Moan for daddy princess"

"You taste so good baby girl so sweet."

"Keep going baby ride daddy until you cum babygirl."

"I'm not done with you yet babe bend over for me."

"Your taking me so well princess."

"Your ass is soft and fluffy and pretty baby."

"Daddy's almost there baby let's cum together."

"I love it when you moan and scream my name princess."

"Hold on to daddy tight baby girl."

"Who's my good girl?"

"Your such a good slut for me princess."

"You like it when daddy rails you princess?"

"Daddy loves you princess."

His nicknames for her:

Daddy's princess

Princess

Baby

Babe

Babygirl

Peaches

Slut

Naughty girl

Kitten

Angel

Darling

That's all guys!! If you have head cannons or requests then don't forget to ask!!

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