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The Younger Kind Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on his second date with Amanda. She's beautiful, sweet, and so into him. But you're on his mind like always and he needs to do something to finally get you out of his head and out of his system. He has an all too willing participant.

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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On Saturday evening, Bradley was getting ready for his second date with Amanda. He had been steadily beating himself up since you left on Friday morning. He could tell you were upset with him. Honestly, he was upset with himself. Kissing you while he was drunk had been bad. Seriously some college fuckboy shit. Probably worse than the guys your own age, because he should know better. Because he was so much older than you.

And then he had kept you here all night, basically hijacking you when he should have sent you home. Instead, he had taken you to his bed.

But now, the joke was on him, because his entire fucking room smelled like you. When he had tried to fall asleep on Friday night, his pillow smelled like a field of wildflowers. And then all he could picture were your glossy lips, pouting with a bright red Skittle perched between them.

His dick was rock hard after that, and it had been almost painful how badly he needed to masturbate to the thought of you at midnight, his face buried in his pillow.

But that was yesterday. Now he was fresh out of the shower, where he had masturbated again, this time thinking about you in those cutoff denim shorts you had. At least now he was considerably less wound up as he let Noah play on his bed while he picked out something to wear to this film festival with Amanda.

Amanda. Yes. Now she seemed like a safe bet. She checked off all of his boxes, and she was definitely giving off the vibe that she was into him. She had even been the one to initiate plans for the second date.

"Should daddy wear this on his date tonight?" he asked Noah who was playing with some stuffed animals. He held up jeans and another Hawaiian print shirt.

"For the babysitter?" he asked, perking up.

Bradley swallowed hard. He wished. "No, bub. You get to hang out with your babysitter. I'm going to watch some movies with another woman."

Noah turned back to his stuffed panda and said, "Stay home and play with us. And eat ants on logs."

Bradley dropped the clothing onto his bed and ran his hands over his face. He stood there in his underwear for a minute, taking deep breaths.

"Noah, I'm going out with this lady so that hopefully you can meet her one day, okay?"

He listened to his son mispronounce your name. "I thought she was your favorite."

Bradley groaned, yanking on his jeans. "She is, bub. That's the problem."

He heard you let yourself in and call out his name.

"Bradley? Noah? I'm here."

Noah slid off the bed and ran out of the room as soon as he heard your voice. Bradley also felt like running into the living room to give you a hug. Instead he finished getting dressed and ran his fingers through his hair to make it look better. But when he made his way to the living room and spotted you holding Noah, wearing those cutoff shorts and a tank top, Bradley thought maybe he should have jerked off again.

"Hi," you whispered to him, trying to keep your expression neutral. Bradley wasn't sure if you were still upset with him because he had kissed you, but he did promise not to let it happen again. He would also wake you up if you ever dozed off on the couch again.

"Princess." The name was out of his mouth before he could take it back, and he watched your expression change. Now you looked pleased with yourself as you set Noah down.

"You look nice," you told him. "For your second date."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I have you to thank for that, since you fixed my app for me."

Bradley watched your face fall a little bit. "That must be it," you agreed. "Where are you going?" you asked as you pulled some coloring books out of your bag and held them out for Noah.

"A film festival. In Balboa Park," Bradley replied. He watched Noah select the dog themed book and plop down right on the living room floor with it.

You ruffled Noah's hair and handed him a box of crayons, and Bradley was once again aching for you.

"A film festival? Sounds right up your alley," you told him. You chewed on your lip for a beat before you added, "Maybe you should take your pajama pants and some popcorn."

Bradley could picture cuddling with you and feeding you popcorn in this room so easily, he needed to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Nah, I'd miss my own couch too much," he promised you.

"Ah, I see. Maybe for your third date then? You might need your couch?"

No.

He thought it so quickly. Almost said it out loud. Because he honestly could not picture bringing Amanda here after a third date.

Instead he said, "We'll see."

You nodded before you sat on the floor next to Noah. "Well, have fun."

Bradley cleared his throat. "If the two of you need your crowns, Noah's is on his dresser. And yours is on my bedpost."

Your eyes popped up to meet his, and your lips parted. He had hung it there again after you moved it before you left for your class yesterday. It was where it belonged.

"Thanks," you whispered.

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As soon as Bradley left, you could feel your body sagging. You watched Noah color while you took a minute to catch your breath. A second date wasn't the most serious thing in the world, but you needed to get over him now. Before it got any worse. Because even if not with Amanda, there would eventually be a third date, and a fourth, and a sleepover, and a relationship.

You felt sick now.

"Can you color that dog green?" Noah asked, looking at you with his sweet face and handing you a crayon. "What's wrong?" he asked, climbing into your lap and mispronouncing your name.

"Nothing is wrong, Noah. I get to color with you and make you dinner."

He settled back onto the floor and said, "I wanted daddy to stay here tonight."

You sighed. "That would have been nice." You wondered what this woman looked like. She must have been pretty. Most of the women you saw messaging had pretty profile photos. They all looked like real adults, too. Women who had established careers, and maybe kids of their own. The kind of woman Bradley was looking for.

"Are you hungry?" you asked Noah. "Want me to make you some spaghetti?"

You tried your best not to let your thoughts stray to Bradley, but when you opened the refrigerator to get some milk out for Noah, you saw that Bradley had purchased two more bottles of the French vanilla coffee creamer. You knew he must have preferred hazelnut, but he seemed to have switched to your favorite flavor.

You slammed the door shut hard enough that Noah jumped in his seat. "Sorry," you whispered, kissing the top of his head and pouring him some milk. "Okay, time for spaghetti."

Apparently Bradley liked you well enough to keep you coming back to babysit, but not enough that he would kiss you again when he wasn't drunk and rambling about how pretty he thought you were.

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Amanda was snuggled up against Bradley on the picnic blanket she had brought. He was already sitting awkwardly as it was, and now his back was starting to hurt as she was pressing her body along his arm. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his bicep, and he wasn't sure what he should do about it.

"Mind if I lay back?" he asked, feeling like this date was not going as well as dinner had two nights ago.

"Sounds good," Amanda practically purred, planting her palm against his chest and pushing Bradley back. When he propped his arm behind his head, he was still able to see the gigantic screen that had been set up in the park, but soon Amanda was laying on his chest, blocking the view.

"Oh, okay," he whispered, and she smiled, resting her chin on his chest.

"I mean, we weren't really watching it anyway, right?" Amanda asked, and a really adorable smile lit up her face as she licked her lips. She was pretty. And now she was scooting up along his body, her dress pulling a bit, exposing more of the tops of her breasts.

Bradley swallowed hard, and then her lips were on his. She pushed her fingers into his hair, but it kind of tickled more than anything, and Bradley was barely returning the kiss. It wasn't bad, but he also had no problem keeping both hands tucked underneath his head.

Amanda moaned softly, and he supposed it would have been enough to get him going, but now he was thinking about how his bed still smelled like you. When he tried to go to sleep later, he was probably going to get hard again. Harder than Amanda would be able to get him with her mouth on him.

Bradley pulled back a tiny bit, and thankfully his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Gotta check that, sorry," he muttered, unlocking his phone to see that you had sent him an image. He opened it with a pounding heart and clumsy fingers, revealing a photo of Noah in his crown, writing DADDY on a sheet of yellow construction paper.

Bradley just wanted to be at home.

"Everything okay?" Amanda asked, sounding a little impatient.

"Uh, yeah. One second," he mumbled, sending you a text back.

Are you wearing your crown too?

Almost instantly you wrote back to him, and Bradley was excited to see another photo of you in your crown. But he didn't get one.

Babysitter: No. I'm not feeling like much of a princess tonight. Enjoy your date.

Bradley sat up again, not sure why that bothered him so much.

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing," he insisted, and then she was touching him again, her lips gliding along his neck.

"Good," she whispered, running her hand along his arm and lacing her fingers with his. And then thankfully the credits started rolling, and everyone on the neighboring blankets started to stand up.

"Movie's over," Bradley said like a straight up dunce, getting to his feet and pulling Amanda up as well. He checked his phone again. It was almost 10:30 and you hadn't said anything else to him.

"Oh, well, it's early. How about we go get dessert or coffee?" Amanda asked, insisting on keeping her fingers linked with his. "Or.... I could show you my place?"

Bradley just grunted. "I need to get back to my babysitter."

"Right," Amanda replied. "Walk me to my car?"

Bradley nodded, and managed to get her in her car only after she kissed him and rubbed herself against the front of his body. She moaned into his mouth, and Bradley honestly didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him. She was perfect, and she was clearly keen on fucking him.

He broke away, and when he was about to tell her good night, she said, "Call me and we can set up another date." But he just nodded and started to head for his Bronco.

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After you gave Noah a bath and got him changed into pajamas, you and he shared a snack.

"Can you teach my dad how to make the ants on the logs?" he asked as you carried him to his bed.

You chuckled. "I can try, Noah, but I don't know if he could even handle doing that much in the kitchen."

Noah sighed and snuggled in with his stuffed animals. "The food is better with you here," he said with a yawn, and you rubbed his back until he was sleeping.

Then you went about your routine of picking up toys, cleaning the kitchen, and getting some food prepared for the boys. Because even if it broke your heart to know that Bradley didn't want you, there was just no way you could leave him and Noah hanging. You started by making more carrot sticks for them, and then you moved on to a few dinners before curling up on the couch with your textbooks and some Skittles.

Bradley's date must have been going well. It was pretty late, and you were trying not to think about it. You had clinicals coming up, and you needed to study. You made it about thirty minutes into your reading by the time you thought you heard Bradley pulling into the driveway. And when he rushed inside you looked up at him, just as you popped an orange Skittle into your mouth.

"Princess," he muttered, smiling softly at you.

"Bradley."

"Why aren't you wearing your crown?" he asked, closing the door behind him, but never taking his eyes off you.

You laughed, popping two yellow Skittles between your lips as you closed up your book and put it in your bag. "Why aren't you still on your date?"

"I asked you first," he insisted, and you rolled your eyes.

"I just felt more like a peasant than a princess. That's all. Now, why are you home already?"

Bradley's brow was scrunched as he sat down right in the middle of the couch, his leg rubbing yours as you immediately stood. He looked up at you, saying, "I'm not really sure." He eyed you up and down where you stood in front of him, like you were on display for his eyes only. "And you're no peasant."

His gaze was making you feel warm as you ate the last Skittle and dropped the wrapper into your bag. "I guess you're the peasant. No Skittles for you tonight," you told him. But he just responded by licking his lips.

"I don't deserve any," he told you, and you watched his huge hands as they slowly rubbed up and down his thighs. You thought about climbing in his lap, kissing him and letting him get a taste of the candy after all.

Instead you told him, "You'll let me know when you're going on your third date, and I'll come over to stay with Noah." And then you hoisted your bag up higher on your shoulder.

"I don't think there's going to be a third date," he told you, his voice so deep now, it reminded you of when you heard him in the kitchen early yesterday morning.

"Oh." You weren't sure what to think about that. You'd psyched yourself up all night long, gotten used to the fact that this Amanda woman was going to be getting to sleep in his bed with him, unlike you. And now, maybe that wasn't actually the case. "What's the problem? She tell you she hates salad dressing?"

He shook his head. "Worse. She was pretty and nice and funny, but I didn't want to touch her."

"That's a shame," you whispered, remembering exactly how his hands and his kisses felt. "Well. You know how to reach me." Bradley was staring at your lips as you turned to leave, and you pulled the door closed behind you without another glance at him.

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Bradley was about to beg you to stay. You were the same, still funny, witty and sharp as a tack, but he could tell you were irritated with him. He wanted to get you back to joking around in the kitchen with him. He wanted to kiss you again, push you up against his furniture. While he was sober, so you knew he meant it.

But you were turning to leave, and he wasn't sure when you'd be back, because he didn't have any more dates planned. And he couldn't make himself want Amanda, no matter how hard he tried.

Just as he was about to suggest you stay and have a beer with him, you were turning to leave without gracing him with another glimpse of your pretty face.

"Fuck," he groaned as the door closed behind you. "You fucking idiot," he growled, picturing those Skittles brushing against your lips before you crunched on them. He rubbed his hand along his dick through his jeans. He was hard and getting harder now, and that's when he caught sight of your hoodie on the couch next to him.

Bradley grabbed it and buried his face in it, inhaling the wildflower smell and stroking himself again. "Princess," he grunted, running his nose along the fabric. "Oh, fuck."

He unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down, knowing there was only one way he was going to get a little bit of relief, short of enjoying your body right now. With one more deep inhale, Bradley let his hand glide down his abs, ready to pull his jeans down. He groaned your name this time. And then the front door opened again.

"I forgot my hoodie- Oh!" you gasped, eyes wide as you took in the sight before you. Bradley had his hand close to his cock, and your shirt was balled up in his fist, near his nose.

He was hoping you'd just turn around and leave again, pretend you didn't see any of this. He was completely mortified as he dropped your hoodie to try to cover his open zipper and his underwear from your view. At least he hadn't pulled himself out yet.

But instead of leaving, you pushed the door closed, with you firmly inside his house. You took a delicate step toward him, nibbling on your lip with your eyes trained on his.

"Were you saying my name?" you asked softly, taking another step in his direction. He was so mesmerized by your body, with your bare legs on display, he started nodding before he could stop himself.

"Yeah, Princess," he groaned, and he knew his cheeks must be bright red.

He watched you reach up and touch your neck. "Shouldn't you be moaning Amanda's name?" you whispered, and Bradley was treated to the sight of you pressing your fingertips to your lips.

He just shook his head, and now you were standing right in front of him, so close he could touch you. You knew now. He was certain you knew exactly what you were doing to him. There was no turning back.

"No, Princess. Amanda doesn't make me hard like you do."

"You were thinking about me?"

Bradley nodded. "That's the problem. I can't stop thinking about you." He couldn't believe he said that. He was going to die of mortification.

But you whimpered, and Bradley was bucking up against nothing as your eyes dropped to his barely concealed erection.

You bent at the waist, resting both of your palms on his knees, and Bradley was treated to a nice view down your shirt. You licked your lips, and he was about to lean forward and kiss you as you said, "I can help you with that. If you want."

Then you slowly pulled your hoodie off of his lap and glanced down. Bradley's cock was hard and huge, aching as you were touching him now. Before he could answer, he watched you sink down to your knees and settle in between his splayed legs. You were rubbing his thighs through his jeans, and his heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might pass out.

Your voice was so soft and sweet. "Do you want me to?"

The only thing Bradley wanted was for you to take care of this for him. For him to be able to feel your hands on his body. He groaned as you ran your fingers up and over his cock, squeezing him through his jeans.

"Oh, yeah, Princess. Please."

And then you were guiding his jeans and underwear down until he was springing to attention, finally free from the tight fabric.

Your glossy lips were parted, and your eyes were wide as you reached for him, wrapping one hand gently around his length. You stroked him once, and Bradley almost shot up off the couch, it felt so good.

Then you kissed his tip, swiping his precum away with your tongue, and Bradley was leaning forward and tipping your chin up to meet his eyes.

"Princess," he groaned, running his thumb along your lips. "You done this before?" He wanted you so badly, but he couldn't stand the thought of this being your first foray into oral sex. He was simply too far gone for something so delicate.

You parted your lips and licked his thumb with a smirk. "Yeah. Once or twice, Bradley." Your tone was sarcastic, and he throbbed in your hand. "I am in college, you know. I'll take excellent care of you, I promise," you whispered, kissing his tip again while you kept eye contact with him.

"Yeah," he grunted. "That's what I'm afraid of." He stroked your cheek, watching your every move intently. When your perfect lips parted and wrapped around his cock, Bradley ran both of his hands through his hair before fisting them at his sides. You were barely sucking on him, just the tip, but it felt so fucking good he was already panting.

When your tongue popped out to swirl around him, he tipped his head back and groaned. "Princess," he hissed, his cock leaping in your hand as you let your thumb trail down his full length to his balls. "Goddamn it."

He watched you smirk and open your mouth wider, taking as much of him as you could. You bobbed on his length, pushing him deep enough that you were starting to gag. And that was it; Bradley's hands flew to your face, stroking your cheeks softly with his fingers before pushing back along your hair.

You watched his face as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder. "Oh, fuck," he growled, neck and shoulders straining against the urge to fuck your face until he came. He didn't want to do that, not right now, because this slow agony you were putting him through was fucking fantastic.

When you slowly dragged your lips back to his tip and popped him out of your mouth, Bradley was treated to the sight of your wide eyes and your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. You looked so fucking innocent. So young. So filthy with your tongue laving along the underside of his cock, keeping him nice and wet.

Then you moaned softly, and Bradley hissed your name.

You eyes met his with a soft, hazy look as you ran the tip of your nose down to his balls. "God, you're so big," you whispered, kissing him there. "Are all Daddys this big?" you asked him.

Bradley pulled gently on your hair, tipping your head back to look at him, keeping you steady with his other hand on your neck. The softest sound escaped your parted lips as he leaned forward a bit. "Call me Daddy again."

Your lip trembled as you nodded with Bradley's hand tight around a fistful of your hair. "Okay. Daddy."

His primal moan filled the living room, as he watched you rub your cheek against the angry, red head of his cock.

Then your perfect lips were on him again, your tongue treating him to sensations he couldn't ever remember feeling. He tried to keep his hands gentle on your face and hair, but you felt too good. He found himself guiding you a little slower, needing to make this last as long as physically possible.

You took him until you gagged again, and Bradley was seeing stars. "You're so fucking good, Princess," he groaned, but that just seemed to egg you on as you went harder. Bradley watched you take him impossibly deeper, feeling the rub of your throat along his tip. He could feel himself moving against your throat where his hand was now gripping you, and he just gaped at you, mouth hanging wide open as you licked and sucked.

When you released him again, you used both hands to stroke him as you kissed the tip. "Do you like this, Daddy?"

Bradley's eyes were practically rolling back in his head. "Oh yeah," he grunted, thrusting up into your palm as you tickled and squeezed his balls in one small hand.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" you asked him, eyes glittering as you kitten licked along his cock. He was throbbing in time with your little licks and kisses, and he leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

"God, baby. So bad," he grunted, pushing you down gently with his palm on the back of your head. He saw you grin and heard you giggle, and he couldn't get enough. When you parted your lips for him, you guided him toward your plush tongue, tapping him against you there. Then you wrapped your mouth around him once more, and Bradley knew he wasn't going to last long.

The obscene, wet sounds. Your soft moans. The vibrations along his dick. You were bobbing hard and fast now as he chanted Princess.... Princess!

You took him so deep, he could feel your lip and you saliva on his tightening balls as you sucked him hard. He knew his fingers were digging into your scalp, and you were squeezing his hip now. When your gaze met his, Bradley really felt his control slipping.

"No, no, no," he whispered, wanting this to last forever. It was so good. You were too good at this. And he would be lying to himself if he said your pretty, innocent looking face wasn't making him even harder for you.

You must have been able to tell he was close when you wrapped one hand around the base of him. You swirled your tongue while you jerked your mouth around him with such finesse, Bradley couldn't believe you were only twenty four. "So fucking good," he groaned. "God damn it!"

And then you took him like a champ, all of his thrusts hit the back of your throat, but you barely flinched, keeping your gaze on his. Your eyes were watering now, and you whimpered as he filled your mouth and throat up with his hot cum.

It had been so long since he had been with a woman, but he didn't think he'd ever had an orgasm that lasted this long. He was still groaning, fingers gentle at the back of your head as you swallowed him down. Then you came back for more, slowly gliding your mouth back down his length before popping him out again.

He whispered, "Princess. Fuck," as he watched you lick up the additional beads of cum that you coaxed out of him. And then Bradley was spent, sitting back against the couch in a daze. He stroked his fingers along your cheek and chin, caressing you as you continued to lovingly kiss and lick his cock as he started to grow soft in your hands.

"You okay, Daddy?" you asked him, wiping up some of his cum from the corner of your lips.

"Princess," he whispered as you nuzzled against his hand. "You learned a lot in college, huh?"

You just giggled, and reached your finger out to his lips. Bradley opened his mouth for you, and licked up his own cum, loving the look in your half lidded eyes. He watched you lick your finger after he was done with it, and then you stood up. He thought about asking you to stay with him, but instead he just sat there with his cock hanging out and watched you pull on your hoodie.

"Let me know when you need me again," you told him with a smirk before leaning down and kissing his forehead. Then you left again without another word.

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Bradley got his dick wet with the babysitter. Bye, Amanda. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

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billthedrake · 4 months

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCOL (CHAPTER TWO)

The next day, Dad and I had a lazy Saturday. I usually woke up early, but I slept like a log especially after dad's insatiable appetite after being under. I woke up and saw I was in bed alone. I stretched and made my way downstairs. I was wearing only boxer briefs when I came to the kitchen and saw dad making a whole breakfast spread, "Morning, bud. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Morning dad, what time did you wake up?"

"I've been up for a while. Woke up so refreshed." He smiled and gave me a kiss before asking me again, "Drink?"

"Uh, I'll have some orange juice."

"Okay bud, sit down, I'll get it for you."

Dad was very happy this morning. He was wearing an old baseball tee and shorts that were being eaten by his ass. I was spent from last night but seeing the sex god in this kitchen making me breakfast was giving me a second wind.

"Here you go son. What do you say we have a nice cookout today? Weather should be good; we can put some steaks on the grill and have some beers."

"Sure dad, but you are in the sun all day, I thought you would want to spend some time in the A/C."

"Well, we could do something else if you want." He smirked as he saw my hardon.

I reached down and tugged at my loose shorts, playfully showing off my endowment to Dad, but also pinching the base a little bit to tame the beast.

"It'll probably be better if I wait." I said.

"Waiting isn't your strong suit, buddy," Dad smirked.

"Nah it isn't," I admitted. I was about to ask whose fault that was but I reflected at how great my father was. I was the luckiest guy in the world. "So... cookout?" I asked. I knew if we stayed in that kitchen, I'd be initiating sex. And last Saturday we didn't leave the house till after noon...

Dad went to get dressed to run his errands to the grocery store. I offered to hit the hardware store for charcoal and some other stuff we needed. Surprisingly, bagged ice is cheaper there, too, so Dad asked me to get a bag or two so we could set up the cooler for the beer.

I was in and out of the big box store pretty quick. I don't know if it was the hypnosis, but I was in a weird mood that morning. Almost giddy with excitement of seeing if Dad was gonna put out for me later, really put out. Maybe I had some misgivings, too. I mean, Dad had brought up the hypnosis route and found the Company, but maybe I was too excited by the idea of reprogramming my loving father.

As I tossed the stuff in the back seat and as I started the car, I wondered about maybe my approach with fucking Dad was wrong. Maybe it wasn't just mental. Hypnosis was one thing, but he would need to get used to having something in his hole.

I took a little detour home, to where one of the adult sex stores was. Hopefully the ice wouldn't melt too much. I'd only been to this store a couple of times, the first time when I turned 18 and a buddy dared me to go as some sort of stupid high school ritual. The other was soon after that, when I heard a rumor you could get a no-strings blowjob in one of the booths. I went in, but chickened out.

Now, I went in and made a beeline for the vibrators and butt plugs. I was not a small fry and Dad would need some practice, even if he was under when I used the toys on him.

I found a beginner sized dildo and picked up an enema bag. I looked for a smaller sized butt plug. Even the smallest looked like it might be a challenge for a newbie at bottoming, but I picked it up too. With a naughty thought I eyed one of the bigger plugs. It would take a hell of a lot of hypnosis to get my tight virgin father to fit that inside him. But the idea turned me on like mad so I bought it too.

I made my purchases and headed back home. Dad was already putting away the groceries in the kitchen, as I went upstairs with my toys and hid them until I needed them.

I'd barely stashed them in the back of my sweaters in the closet when Dad walked into our bedroom. "I'm gonna hit the gym, Kyle," he said, peeling off that baseball shirt. God, here comes my hardon again. But Dad seemed oblivious to that as he went to root through his drawer for his workout gear. "I'll fire up the grill when I get back, OK?"

"Yeah, Dad," I said.

He grabbed his stuff and then paused to look at me. Maybe he wasn't so oblivious to my excitement after all. With a grin he sauntered over and stepped up to me, leaning forward to kiss me gently. It was hot, a lot of soft tongue as Dad and I made out in our bedroom.

His free hand was on my flank, feeling up my muscle beneath my T-shirt. "Nice, son," he grinned. "I can tell you've been hitting the gym too, buddy," he smirked. I worked out during my lunch hour at a corporate gym near my office. I usually enjoyed taking Saturday off.

"Gotta keep up with my old man," I smirked back. I reached down to undo my shorts, but Dad stopped me.

"Save it, buddy... it'll be worth your while, I promise." With that, dad pulled my shorts up and gave me a parting kiss, “Try to keep your hand away from that dick.” He said as he left the room. I did not know it was possible but I was even harder at that comment.

***

The food smelled great as dad sat next to me to let the meat cook on the grill. He had continued to wear the same workout clothes except for the sweaty shirt. He was showing off a good pump, I'd say, his perky nipples saluted me and his calves looked exceptionally delectable. If I was not so hungry, I probably would have tackled him as soon as he walked through the door.

"So how do you feel about the hypnosis, son?" Dad asked as he took a sip of his beer and sat next to me.

"I was hesitant at first but if it makes you happy, Dad, I'm game but, how about you? Did you feel different when you were under?" I asked. I kept putting the old man under and never even thought of asking if it was enjoyable.

"Not just me, son. Remember what you told me, if we're both not into it, we don't have to do it." He held his gaze on mine, "But I will be honest, if it'll help us... me... I want it."

I nodded and smiled at him. He reached and patted my thigh before answering the second half of my question.

"And to answer your question, I didn't feel anything. It felt like I fell asleep and when I ‘woke up' I felt refreshed. I hope it can help me to be able to give you what you want but if not, it's helping me to feel relaxed at least."

"Did you remember what you did when the man from the Company put you under?"

"No. We were talking and then he was telling me we were done. Whatever I did, I don't think it was embarrassing but I did feel good afterwards."

We ate, we tanned, and we had some more beers. It was a nice relaxed way to spend the weekend. Dad worked hard and in my own white collar way, I worked hard too. It was nice to lie in the backyard and think about nothing.

I had my eyes closed and tried to keep everything out of my mind. I just heard the sizzling of the grill, dad whistling, the light chirping of the birds. Suddenly, I began to think about the hypnosis and started throwing wood. It was a hot idea, having my dad do anything I wanted, bend over, and let me rim him or ask me to fuck him as matter-of-factly as he did when providing me with his oral services. I was maybe hoping it was a one session kind of deal and then Dad would be lifting his legs for me. Yet, he'd put off sex, even more than normal. I wondered if he needed more reinforcement or if I needed to expedite the process.

The more I thought about it, the more I decided I'd put him under again and take dad back to the white hallway. As soon as we went inside, I was determined I'd be putting him under again. I wanted to get in his ass but didn't want to do it prematurely. As I went through the motions of helping him clean and put away things, I was formulating a script in my mind of what I was going to say and do. I had to think of the Protocol the Company provided, and how reinforcement could help tap into Dad's inner psyche.

"That was great." Dad said as we were putting away the last of the leftovers in containers. I admired his hairy frame now that he had gotten a tan on his chest and back. A shame he didn't go shirtless at work, I'm sure he'd get more contracts showing his body off and he'd had an overall tan.

"You are the grill master, dad."

"You flatter me buddy." Dad rubbed my shoulder, as he stepped by me. I watched him walk down the hall, and even as he was out of my sight, the sound of the door closing suggested to me he was taking a piss.

It seemed the perfect chance to catch him unaware. That approach seemed to work the first time and if he was easily put under then, it should be no issue now. I put the food away as quickly as I could and then I walked down the hall to wait outside the bathroom for him to come out. I heard the flushing of the toilet followed by the start of dad washing his hands and whistling as he cleaned up.

"Hey buddy... you gotta go...?" Dad began as he opened the door but at the sound of me saying “power down” he stopped mid-sentence. He went from animated to emotionless in one swoop. His face was drained of emotion, his arms fell to his sides, and he looked past me, as though there was a point behind me, he needed to concentrate on.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Relaxed..." Was dad's monotone response.

"Remember what I told you about Kyle?"

Dad nodded and said "Yes..."

"Repeat to me what you learned about Kyle and what you need to do."

"Kyle does the fucking, to show him I love him, I have to let go and give him what he wants..." He responded. Once again, I smiled, "What does he want?"

"To fuck me." Dad responded, determined. As he finished his thought, I saw how he began to breathe a bit faster, and his cock began to swell up. The shorts he was wearing were flimsy and nothing hid what was happening down there.

"That's right. When this finally happens, you will give him happiness and he, in turn, will bring you pleasure. Your son will be happy, and you want to make your son happy right?"

"That's all I want, my boy to be happy." He was more determined with his response.

"Extend your hands and hold on to me, we are going back to the door in the white hallway." He extended his hands and I reached with mine. I held on, feeling the dampness on his skin.

"Walk with me as I count to five. Once I reach five, we'll be at the door."

"One... we're walking down the corridor," I slowly walked us to the bedroom where I had stashed the toys I would be needing, "Two... you are feeling relaxed and calm knowing your son will never cause you pain or hurt you," I passed a couple of framed pictures of us at a camping trip and from both of my graduations, "Three... you are closer to the door, remembering what you saw there, getting you excited..." At the threshold of the bedroom, I said, "Four... the door is at arm's reach, you want to open the door, right?"

"Yes, I want to open the door." Dad responded a bit breathlessly.

"Good... five, reach for the doorknob and open the door. What do you see?" I let go of his hand momentarily and saw him reach to the imaginary door to open it.

"I'm in bed with my boy... He is on top of me, getting ready to fuck me... My son looks happy..." Dad began to smile warmly as he saw the scene.

"He is very happy, but you can't bottom for him yet, why?" I caressed his hand.

"Men don't get fucked." Again, determined. I knew we would need to work on this now if we were going to get anywhere.

"Look at yourself, Brian. You are a man. Look at your muscles, your hairy torso, strong legs, are you not a man?"

"Yes, I'm a man."

"Keep looking at the scene in front of you, is your son inside you, fucking you, making you feel good?"

"God... yes, he is fucking me, making me feel pleasure." He tightened his grip on my hand and his breathing increased. He wanted to be able to give his boy this, the pleasure that he would experience was secondary at this point. All he wanted was to be a good daddy and take care of his boy's needs. He wanted what he saw.

"And as he is doing this... are you changing at all?" I asked, looking at dad's face to see if there was any resistance to what I was inferring.

Dad looked confused at this. I continued to caress his hand and pushed on, "Did you become less of a man?"

Again, confusion, his brow creased as he thought of it. I answered for him, "No you didn't. Look, Kyle is still fucking you, bringing you pleasure. He is fucking a man, not a woman. Say it, Kyle fucks men."

"Kyle fucks men..."

"Again, with conviction."

"Kyle fucks men." I moved his hand to my cock, and I moved my free hand to his, "Hold Kyle's cock and ask him who he fucks."

Dad looked at me as though trying to look through a fog and asked, "Who do you fuck?", his hand lightly gripping my cock like he did when he was ready to give me a handjob. I fished out his cock and began to match his grip and stroking motions as I answered.

"I fuck men, dad, not women, just men. Hairy, muscular, masculine men. Men that work construction, that have a tan from being in the sun working hard, muscles from moving heavy things all day." I said this as I stroked him.

"God, son..." he whispered to himself.

"Brian, who is getting fucked on the bed?" I asked, getting a thrill calling him by his name.

"I am..."

"Are you a man?"

"Yes..."

"So, say it, I'm a man that gets fucked."

Dad's voice was direct and unwavering. A pure expression of his unconscious. "Men don't get fucked."

Jesus Christ. Back to square one.

I let go of his dick and thought for a second. What would the Protocol suggest? I don't even remember where the idea came from, but I remembered something about triangulation. Shifting the focus. "Brian.... Listen carefully to my voice.”

Dad looked at me with unwavering concentration.

"You are past the white door now... where only my voice matters."

"Your voice."

I felt his grip on my cock get tighter, now playing with it, then stroking it. Fuck, this felt good.

"When you are awake, Brian, and you worry about not being a man, you can listen to my voice and it'll relax you, helping you let go for your son."

I spread my legs and let Dad openly stroke me. The more I talked the more eagerly he tugged at my dick. "You know what that voice will be telling you?"

He shook his head no. Like an eager student studying for a test. Aww God, his hand felt amazing. This man, even under, only had one mission and it was to bring me pleasure. I had to bite my lip and take a deep breath before I continued because I didn't want to shoot yet, I needed to see this through.

"That voice will be telling you that anytime you don't feel like a man, to think instead about Kyle. Your son—" God, Dad's hand was driving me crazy. I wasn't normally a hand job guy, but this head fuck was messing with mine in its own way. "—and how manly he is." I finished my train of thought in a raspy voice.

"Yes, Kyle is a man." Dad responded determined, proud even. The same way he would when bragging to his buddies about me for something.

"Good," I said. "And because Kyle is a man, you do not have to worry about yourself. Just listen to that voice...Dad." My breath was getting shorter. I reached out and began stroking Dad's cock as he did mine.

"What does that voice say, Dad?" I stopped calling him by his name and reverted back to ‘Dad.' I wanted him badly and calling him Brian, while naughty at first, was not as personable as ‘Dad.' The man raised me, taught me so much. Now it was my turn to return the favor, as it were, and teach him new things. Things that would bring him pleasure.

"That voice is saying Kyle is a man." He was sweating a bit, his nipples were perky and his cock throbbed in my hand.

"What do men do?"

"Men fuck.”

"What is going to help you be able to be your son's bottom daddy?” I was stroking dad hard, and he was too, we were both lost in the moment. I don't even know when it was the last time, I called dad ‘daddy' but I had just said it and if I was not in the edge of shooting, I was when dad responded.

"Listen to the voice... allow Kyle to make me his bottom daddy." The combination of seeing dad zonked out, his words and his hand on my cock, I shot my load, some of it landing on his hand and floor. Dad, in turn, shot all over my hand. Like father like son, both shooting our loads at the idea that I needed to fuck him, and he was going to allow me to.

We were both breathing hard and as we both caught our breath, I looked at dad and with some clarity instructed him to close the door. Dad used his free hand and simulated closing the imaginary door. I continued, "You are a man that gets fucked, keep that in mind. You still can't bottom for Kyle, but you want to, desperately. You want to get pleasure, you want to make Kyle happy, but you need to prepare for it. You will ask Kyle to help you. It'll be scary but put your trust in your son, he loves you, he is here for you, he is going to make sure everything you do for him, is returned with pleasure tenfold."

"I trust my son." No hesitation at all. That made me really happy that dad have trust in me.

"And he trusts you. He loves you very much." I kissed his cheek and felt the stubble, it was the weekend he hadn't shaved since Friday.

Dad smiled and continued to stroke my spent cock, bringing it back to life, "Once you come out of this state of relaxation, at some point tonight you will ask your son to help you. You will ask him what you need to do, what can you do to get ready. You will only feel pleasure once it happens. This pleasure will make you feel comfortable getting played with and fucked by your son, Kyle. Understood?"

"Yes... I want that... I want Kyle to play with me..."

"He wants to play with you too. Now, you are going to wake up when I count to three. When you wake, you will not realize you were under but will retain all instructions and suggestions. You will also not find it weird that we are here covered in cum. You will find it hot and want to shower off the remnants of it before we head downstairs, and watch T.V. Understood?"

"I understand."

"Good, let's wake up. One... Two... Three..."

Life came back to dad's eyes, and he smiled when he saw the mess we had made, "Shame I didn't get that load in my mouth but can't cry over spilled milk, right buddy?"

I smiled and he closed the gap and gave me a kiss, "Let's hit the showers, son." I nodded and followed him as he dragged me to the bathroom without letting go of my cock.

We showered, made out under the running water, and then saw a bit of T.V. before we called it a night. As we were getting ready for bed, dad looked at me intently, "I love you so much, buddy."

"I love you too dad." I smiled and threw a pillow at him. He caught it and then stroked it a bit, almost as if he was arming himself with courage.

"I really want to give you everything I can, son. I'm a man and I shouldn't be scared to ask for help so here it is.” He took a deep breath, “Help me."

"Dad, anything you need, you know I'm here for you." I responded. I sat on the edge of the bed and dad came to my side and sat next to me.

"I want to be your bottom and I need to know how to do that. I don't know if hypnosis will help but in case it does, I need to prepare myself... but I don't know what I should even do first." He sounded determined but innocent all at once. I bit my lip as he said that, damn, I was once again throwing wood.

I moved a bit, trying to hide what was growing between my legs and at first, I was not sure if dad noticed but he definitely did when he got up and used my name, "Come on Kyle, I need your help. Tell me what I need to do to prep for when I finally give it up." He sounded annoyed that I would choose his vulnerable moment to be a horndog.

"Sorry dad...” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my crotch, “You need to clean yourself out and then practice. It's not much to it. Here..." I got up, covering my crotch making dad more annoyed.

“Take the pillow off, I already know you're horny,” he growled softly.

I blushed and nodded and went to get the toys. I pretended to take a while to look for them as though they were there for a long time and brought out the enema bag, "Here you go dad, this is an enema bag, you use this to clean yourself out."

"So...I fill this with water and then..." He mimed it not wanting to say it, blushing as I nodded my head.

"I can help you if that would—"

"I'll do it alone buddy. We may shower together but I draw the line with you watching me shit out poop water."

"Alright, I'll be here dad. Take your time, it's not a race."

"How long do I do it for?" He asked as he walked towards the bathroom.

"Until the water you push out is clear."

Dad was gone for a while. My cock deflated as soon as he left. Dad's mere presence had that effect on me. He could be standing perfectly still and I'd want to jump his bones. As he cleaned himself, I ended up working on emails and getting them scheduled to be sent out Monday morning. I even folded some laundry as he stayed in the bathroom. I didn't hear much other than the occasional flushing. After a little over half an hour, I heard the toilet flush again and dad come back to the room as I was putting away some clothes.

"If we were to do the deed, I'd have to do that every time?" He was red and sweating. God only knows what he did in that bathroom, but I didn't think it would take that long.

"We can get a bidet and a proper douche, you know, to be cleaner down there." I smiled at dad.

"Fuck, buddy... I have never been in the bathroom this long ever but honestly, I never felt so clean." I couldn't deny my need to be with dad. I grabbed the folded clothes still on the bed and put them on the chair in the corner of the room and ran towards dad. He held me and we began to make out. He held me tight, his shirtless frame on my clothed one. He pulled the shirt off and I began to play with his hairy chest.

As the kisses became more needy, my hands began traveling slowly down towards his ass, something he would not let me do before. The man had his hangups and one of those things was not getting near his hole. I kissed, sucked, touched, caressed and loved every part of my dad's body but his ass... that was something I wanted to explore at length but never could.

"Son..." He began as my hand caressed his ass.

"Dad please, I won't go in, I just want to touch it." I said, going back to kissing him deeply. Dad moaned into my mouth and let me explore. Fuck, that furry ass was making me bone something bad. Dad slowly lowered my shorts and began to play with my cock, "Fat executive cock..." he hissed.

We were both enthralled by what we loved on each other's bodies. I scooted up in bed and let Dad suck my dick some. I had to urge him to go slow at times and finally pulled him off. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, though I could read Dad's desire to get off that way. He loved having my dick in his mouth and loved swallowing my cum.

I got back down so we were face to face, naked in bed together. But as I got on top of him, almost a classic missionary position, I felt Dad's body jerk and shiver beneath mine. Like he got a cold spell.

"You OK, Dad?" I asked.

He nodded, gulping. "Yeah, son... it's just... fuck!"

He got another shiver. I realized it was the hypnotic suggestion, giving him that excitement when I was on top of him. I humped his cock and we made out. Dad was moaning into my mouth and clutching at my back and then my arms. Pulling me in, wanting nothing more than my weight on top of his.

"You're such a fucking stud, son," he whispered as we finally broke that kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Dad was vulnerable and yet totally alive. Turned on. Fuck, this was gonna happen. Maybe I wouldn't even need the toys.

I kissed my way down, feeling my father shiver as I enjoyed the feel of his fur and his aged brawn. I went further, pushing Dad's legs back. That didn't get resistance but almost immediately his hand was on my head, stopping me.

"Can't son," he said. Not apologetic. Like, freaked out just from the fact I was gonna rim him.

Goddamnit.

"Power down," I said.

Dad's body relaxed, almost to the point of going limp. I even had to hold his legs in place, splayed back. I could see his squeaky clean pucker. Maybe this wasn't the Protocol, but I wasn't gonna waste a clean dad hole like this. Not after dreaming about it all day.

"When you were awake, how did you feel Brian?"

"Horny... then nervous."

"I understand... but, I'm going to share a secret with you that'll make the nerves fade away. You want that, right? You can speak freely”

“Yes, I don't want to be nervous for my boy.” I smiled. It must be hard for him. A man that has lived so long with this notion and wanting to get rid of it, knowing that it'll be a pleasure for him and his lover but unable to.

“Can you keep a secret?" I whispered, looking up from his hole. Damn, I wish I didn't have to do this right now. I was ready to rock his world. Nevertheless, I persisted.

"Yes." His voice was quiet, obedient, determined.

Damn, I was rock hard. This whole thing with dad recharged me in a way that I was ready to shoot again if dad helped me out. "You are a special man, Brian. Some men only have one pleasure spot. Their cocks. You have four."

"Four?" he said, a bit surprised with a hint of confusion.

"Yes, four. You've already found two. Your cock, and the back of your throat." I reached and caressed his cock a bit.

Dad's dick surged hard again when he felt my hand and my voice, the words and their meanings sinking in.

"You like when Kyle tickles the spot in your throat, don't you Brian?"

"I do," Dad answered.

"It's pure pleasure for you."

"Yes," he said.

I ran my fingers along his leg hair as I scooted in. Dropping my voice to an even more suggestive register, I continued, "You have a spot like that deep inside you, Brian. Deep in your ass."

His face grew questioning, but he nodded.

"So deep only your son can reach it. Kyle is the only man who has the key to unlock that spot for you."

"Kyle is a man." No hesitation.

Fuck, my cock just spurted some pre on to dad's furry belly.

"You know why he has that key?"

"Because Kyle loves me." His smile grew with his response. I loved this man.

"Yes, Kyle loves you and he wants you to feel that intense pleasure deep inside you."

"I am a lucky father."

"You are a lucky man, Brian. Because you have one more pleasure spot. Your asshole craves stimulation."

"Stimulation."

"You want Kyle to make that spot feel good, too."

"Yes."

We'd see if this works.

"Ok Brian, continue to listen to my voice. I am going to count to three. You will not realize you were under, but you will continue to follow all suggestions and instructions while you were in this state. Once you wake, you'll feel alive and happy and allow your boy do what he wants, you trust him. You want this. Understood?”

“I understand.”

“Let's wake up, handsome. One... two... three...”

Dad's body tensed beneath mine and he let out a breath. It took him a half second to refocus, but he smirked at me.

"You're hard as a rock, buddy," Without missing a beat he responded as though he hadn't been under.

I nodded. "You get me that way, Dad." I attacked his chest again with my lips then started the process of kissing lower. We'd see if this worked. I slowly got to his cock, kissing it before I went lower.

Dad was hesitant, I could feel his body stiffen but then I pulled his legs back again and he let me.

I saw my prize, that beautiful daddy hole winking at me, inviting me to love it. God, I wanted that more than anything, to show how good my tongue could feel in there... before something bigger went in.

"Son please..." He whispered. He knew it was going to happen and was nervous.

"I'm here dad, please trust me, let me make you feel good just like you make me feel good."

"I trust you son... I trust you completely." He bit his lip before reaching for his legs and raising them on his own.

"Aww fuck, dad..." I said and before he changed his mind, I dove into his ass and began to kiss it. I was in heaven, after so many years, I was rimming him, and it was amazing.

"My fucking God!" Dad cried. Unprepared for the sensations, he let out a moan and spread his legs wider. "Kyle! Buddy!"

"Yeah? Like your son eating this ass?" I asked as I pulled back to look up his furry beef and into his handsome face.

"I think so..." He opened his eyes, then watched as I dipped back in again to lick his entrance. "Yeah... that's it.... I love it, son. Keep going, eat your dad's ass, buddy."

"Thank you, dad, thank you," I muttered into his hole. I responded enthusiastically and began to really eat him out. Dad was moaning, his nipples were hard, his cock throbbing. The man had denied himself this feeling for too long, and I was happy and lucky to be the one giving him this pleasure.

"Eat me out, son, God your tongue is slithering in there." He was now bucking his hole against my face, almost riding my mouth. I still didn't know how much of this was the hypnotic suggestion or his body naturally feeling good from my hitting his spot but either way, I was not going to question it. Right now, I was going to enjoy myself and really give dad the full experience.

I moaned and nodded, really pushing my tongue into that nice, clean hole, wiggling it around before retreating to tease the pucker.

"My executive stud," Dad grunted, "Showing his dad how good it is to have him playing with his ass."

‘His ass,' fuck that made me double my efforts before I reached for his cock and began to play with it.

"Yeah buddy, play with it, that ass is yours, all yours stud. Fuck, you got me so hard, son." Goddamn, my father was contracting his abs and thrusting that vulnerable cherry hole up against my munching mouth. This was out of control in the best way.

Thank you, Tech Bro, I was getting everything I ever wanted. Never would Dad have let me do this before, and now he was encouraging me to play with his amazing dad hole. This guy at the Company knew what he was doing, and Dad and I were proof of it. I would recommend the service to however many people I could and leave a great Google review.

My man was now a moaning mess, sweating profusely, his nipples hard, his cock dripping precum, I wanted to concentrate on his pleasure and not mine. My cock would explode in my shorts for all I care if it meant that dad would love this enough to let me play in there whenever I wanted.

I pushed my tongue deeper in there as I felt his hole begin to open and suck on my tongue.

"I'm on the edge, buddy... ready to cum for my executive stud... shoot for my boy..." That was hot, I got off his ass and crawled until I was on top of him, "I love you dad, so damn much."

"I want to shoot my load for you, I want to give you my load, buddy."

"Shoot for your son, dad, shoot for your man." I kissed him again. He didn't object to tasting my lips fresh from his ass. I slipped Dad some tongue before pulling back. I wanted to rim him more.

Going back to his ass, I doubled my efforts, just as my hand gripped his cock as I began to stroke him.

"Give me that load, dad, shoot for your stud, show him what a good dad you are."

"Fuck son, fuck, fuck, eat me out.... You're working my spot, son," Dad grunted.

I nodded and increased the speed of my strokes. A combination of my tongue work and my hand on his cock, Dad moaned and then I felt his cock expand and shoot his load. I continued to stroke until I felt dad's hand on mine.

"Fuck, son...fuck..." He was shaking. I kissed his ass one last time before I let him lower his legs. Scooting up, I lay next to him, my cock hard as steel. We were both catching our breath. Dad had his arm over his eyes, like he was recovering from a marathon.

"Fuck..."

"How do you feel dad?" I asked as I laid my hand on his chest. His hairy chest was damp from the sweat, and I could feel his heart beating hard.

"Damn..." He responded before he laughed, "That was... amazing. So intense, I never... All I can say is.... fuck..."

I smiled and grabbed his head. He lifted his arm and looked at me, "Was it everything you hoped for?" He asked in a sultry voice.

"And more, dad, c'mere." He smiled and we kissed. We stayed kissing until he realized I had not shot, "You didn't cum?" He asked concerned.

"This was about your pleasure dad." I responded honestly.

"I'm such a lucky bastard. Let's get in the shower, son, I'll take care of you there."

***

Before bed, I pulled out the dildo I'd purchased.

"What's this?" He asked, chuckling, nervous as he saw me bring the thing out of the packaging.

"You washed yourself, now, we need to train your ass to get used to having something up there."

I was undeterred and I looked at him before saying, "Trust me, dad."

He bit his lip and nodded, "How do you want me?"

It was difficult but after rimming him again, to calm his nerves though it was more for me, I lubed him up and ran the dildo along his ass lips.

"Oh!" he grunted. I grinned and gave him a determined look as I ran the toy over his sensitive spot. The more I ran it over his ring, the more he seemed into it, and I watched him get a boner again. I took the cue to push it in. It wasn't too big, but it was enough.

"Easy son, I'm cherry back there." He urged, reaching down to grip my forearm. Dad has a strong grip.

I nodded and concentrated on just the inner part of his sphincter, eventually working an inch in and out, giving my old man time to get used to it. All in all, we both worked to get this next step completed. A compromise between my desire to see Dad penetrated and his desire to focus on the pleasures in his anus itself. We would both get a good night's sleep after our efforts this evening.

I was getting hard, and I stroked my cock in one hand while I used the other to diddle his hole.

Dad let out a grunt and another inch of that fake cock slid inside him. The suddenness tripped my wires.

"Fuck!" I gasped as a load shot out. Since Dad had sucked me off an hour before, it wasn't the heaviest cum, but it was bigger than I expected.

I thanked him with a kiss and pulled out the dildo, laying it on the nightstand.

"That was incredible, Dad," I muttered as he pulled my body to his, “I'm glad bud... and it was good for me too.” We fell asleep soon after, dad holding me in his arms.

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minisugakoobies · 7 months

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Okay hear me out

Husband = Jungkook, high school sweetheart

Boyfriend = Glasses M I N G I

First of all, if that woman is reading this, GET 👏 A 👏 DIVORCE 👏! Keep that silver fox!!

Anyway…. thoughts under the cut because they get a little smutty… (minors go away!)

I'm imagining this a little differently from that tiktok story. Jungkook and OC are high school sweethearts for sure. JK was the star athlete of the school, went to college on scholarship, but got injured and had to stop playing before graduation. Fell into a job at OC's dad's company - her dad wasn't the boss but he pulled strings. They've been married for 10 years now, right out of college, still no kids but JK keeps telling her "one day." Their life is comfortable, their sex life steady (quality over quantity), and OC feels pretty content.

But JK is not. He tells her he's been feeling stuck lately. Frustrated that he couldn't turn his natural talent into a high-earning sports career. His company's been bought out by another and he just discovered that in a few weeks when the merger is complete, his boss will be replaced by one of their guys, some young buck fresh out of business school, and JK's angry he's been passed over. JK tells her he needs something new in his life, something to make him feel young again, and says he wants to open up their marriage. She goes along with it, so in love with him even though she feels hurt, thinking she's not enough for him. He finds a girlfriend within days. Starts spending all his time with her. OC cries and cries for the first few weeks, until she talks to her best friend Jimin, who reminds her that she deserves happiness too. She says she doesn't know how and he tells her to be brave and go find it.

She tries the dating apps but all she finds are creeps or scammers so she deletes and decides to just go out to a bar and see what happens. It's been literal years since she went out by herself and she's nervous, not expecting to really meet anyone right away, but just wanting to check out the scene. She decides to go downtown, to a bar tucked away between a few hotels, orders one drink, two, is playing with the ice in the third when a man takes the empty seat beside her. He's tall, broad, a few years younger than she is, wearing glasses and a suit, tie loosened around his neck. He looks exhausted, wearily orders a double. He and the bartender strike up a little conversation when he asks where's a good place to get some late night fried chicken. Bartender says sorry, I'm a vegan, and walks away. OC doesn't know what prompts her to speak up, but she leans over and names a restaurant. It's a place she and JK order from frequently. Younger guy looks her up and down and smiles for the first time since he sat down. She feels the stirrings of butterflies that lain dormant for years as he asks her name. Says he's Mingi. He just got off a plane, in town for a few days for work, and is starving. She's suddenly hungry, too.

They talk a little, and she mentions that the chicken place is only a few blocks away, so they go for a walk. At the restaurant, she's impressed by his ability to eat so much. JK's still fit, but he's not built like this man. He's funny, and nice, this other man. Asks her questions about herself. It's been ages since someone wanted to hear about her. He tells her about traveling for work and how he's just accepted a new position that will hopefully be more of a stationary position and not require him to log so many miles. After they're finished, he asks her if she'll have another drink with him - he's jet-lagged from his flight, doesn't want to go to sleep just yet. "The longer I stay awake, the better I'll adjust to the time zone." She knows she'll just be going home to an empty house, so she agrees, and goes back with him to his hotel.

As her glass goes from full to half-empty, her nerves return. There's a tension in the air now between them. She wonders if he's going to invite her up to his room. She realizes she wants him to. She decides to be brave, and brushes his arm to get his attention.

"Are you starting to feel a little sleepy?"

He glances at her hand, where it rests on his arm, and nods.

"I don't think drinking is the solution, then." She shifts closer to him, runs her fingers along his tie. "Maybe there's something else I can do to help keep you… up."

She giggles as he splays a large hand on her back, practically pushing her out of the bar and into the elevator. As soon as the doors close he's on her, pressing her into the mirrored wall, lips and hands drawn to her like magnets. Her head spins from the rush of arousal that suddenly rolls through her. When they reach his room, Mingi kicks the door closed, then grabs under her thighs, lifting her into the air. She's not the same girl she was when she and JK started dating - it's been a very long time since anyone was able to lift her like that. He carries her into the bedroom, gently lays her on the bed, and drops to his knees.

His mouth pulls an orgasm from her, then his fingers pull another one, before he even undresses. He's HUGE. And dripping with excitement. She's dizzy from the heady combination of her climaxes and the feeling of being desired again. She offers to go down on him but he basically says "if I don't fuck you I might die" and, well, why would she argue with that. It's so different from when she and JK fuck. Mingi doesn't know her body, but he's full of boundless energy and so eager to learn. He doesn't make her cum the first time, folding her legs to her chest as he pounds away, unable to stop himself from reaching his own end in desperation first. But he makes it up the second time, after he's had a moment to rest, pulling her into his lap and bouncing her on his cock until she falls apart around him.

In the morning, he asks for her number, if it's ok to see her again while he's in town. She agrees, and for the next few days, she's happier than she's been in months. Maybe years - maybe what she thought was "content" was just "numb." And now she feels again.

It's not until he's leaving again, to return to his hometown and pack up his life for his move for his new position, that he tells her the name of his company. Her eyes widen with recognition. Mingi asks her if she'd like to see him again when he comes back in a few weeks' time. Of course she says yes.

Suddenly, she can't wait for JK to meet his new boss.

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Me: I'm gonna answer this quick Also me: One hour later… 🙈

Um… tagging @kiestrokes @chans-room @yeontan-my-love just for the heck of it (you can yell at me to stop, I can handle it)

#jeon jungkook #mingi #ateez smut #ateez #lovely moots #minttangerines #asks

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the-fiction-witch · 11 months

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Cuddles

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept 'Feel Better?'

I sat leant against the log watching the fire burning bright most people still partying away, when I saw someone approach. I smiled as I saw her in her little black boots with high muddy socks, little Jean shorts and her long blue hoodie her hair up in a plait to keep it out of he Mr face even if loose hairs were sticking to her skin in some places she had her sleaves down far past her hands as she came over.

"Hi love, what's up?" I asked given she didn't look very happy she seemed kinda sad she meerly opened her arms so I chuckled set my moonshine down and offered my arms which she happily crawled into nuzzling her nose into my neck, her head into my shoulder, her hands into my hoodie pocket, her legs up close to her chest as she sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms slowly and gently not wanting to trap her too fast giving her some soothing rubs on the back and leg "hey it's okay, what's wrong love?" I whispered she took my hand pulling it closer to really squeeze around her until my hand rested on her lower stomach i could tell she was more bloated then usual and I could almost feel her cramps and stomach churns "oh dear. Always around bonfire isn't it" I sighed and she nods "awww it's okay, cuddle up as much as you need to."

"But what if-"

"I don't care if you bleed on me. You need cuddles." I told her "when did you last have painkillers?"

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday!"

"Clients being stingy with them" she pouts

"Well the box came up today hopefully he'll be able to give you some more before bed time." I told her stroking her hair "when did you last drink something?" But no answer came "I take it you've barely drank anything all day?" And she sheepishly nods "y/n. Your cramps are only going to get worse if you're dehydrated. And I know you've been crying from pain which will make you even more dehydrated. So come on hydrate" I told her offering her some moonshine but as usual she turned her nose up "hydrate. Or no cuddles." I warn and she begrudgingly had some sips even if her face turned sour, she always hated moonshine."there that'll help, would squeeze help or is that going to make your tummy worse?'

"Squeeze please" she smiled squeezing my chest so I happily squeezed her as tight as I could rocking us both from side to side a little

"I'm sorry you have to feel this way love. I wish I could help."

"You do help. You help a lot newt" she says "can I?"

"Of course" I laughed and she began poking me, pinching me, giving me small playful punches, just getting the pain and the anger out on me I didn't mind I know it helps her I can't imagine the horrific sensation of your insides ripping themselves out and cramping up to force things out. Honestly that's the kinda stuff I have nightmares about. And I know Clint's low on pain meds as he hadn't been giving me as many lately either. So I don't mind getting maybe a small bruise from her poking and pinching me if it takes her mind off her pain. I could tell after a while she was getting very tried as her eyes went heavy and her pokes has stopped, so I readjusted her a little so she could lay with her head on my chest I was gentle as I stroked her hair and moved my hand under her hoodie to stroke her stomach making sure to be soft and gentle with her and given her growing smile I think it helped and hearing her happy little joyful moans made me smile so much knowing she was cosy and comfy "that feel better love?" I asked and she nods "good. You wanna go to bed?" I asked and she nods sleepily "you want a cosy night?" I ask and she excitedly nods "okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could to get up and lift her up with me so I could carry her with her still nuzzled into my chest, I carried her across the glade making sure not to jolt her around till we reached her little hut near the walls corner I let her down and she went for a shower, given she's our only girl she had her own out here. And while she was gone I made her little mattress up with blankets and pillows making sure I climbed in to keep it warm for her, when she got back in her small shirt and panties she climbed into the bed with me and bundled herself close again I wrapped the covers around us both pulling her close tucking her in. I gave her back a rub and soothed her aching tummy, I made sure she had some water before bed and tucked her in tight "There, that feel better love?"

"Ummm humm" she nods

"You all cosy?"

"Very cosy"

"Good, now you sleep tight, you know where I am if you need me." I told her

"I do, goodnight newt"

"Goodnight y/n" I smiled giving her forehead a small kiss then I gave her nose a small kiss which turned her bright red across her cheeks I couldn't help but smile looking at her all bundled up and cosy she's so cute I couldn't help myself almost regardless of my fears I leant down and kissed her lips they were so soft, so sweet and smooth she happily kissed back and for a while the only movement between us was our lips till I pulled back nervously "I uhh sorry I uhh"

She giggled and gave my lips another kiss "goodnight newt" she smiled

"Goodnight love" I cooed making sure she was cosy before I got up and headed to her door

"Newt?"

"What is it love?" I asked turning back to her bed and she had opened her arms "really?"

"Cuddles"

"Okay," I smiled jumping back in bed with her to cuddle her close "So long as I don't get in trouble again"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take"

"Are you now?"

"Very much. For cuddles" she smiled nuzzling close

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fioreofthemarch · 11 months

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Finding Her - Chapter 5

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]

Purah Pointer: This time of year is commonly referred to in Hylian nomenclature as Summer Rising. Savvy travellers will avoid Eldin or Gerudo at this time of year due to extreme temperatures.

Log date: 20:25. 6th month, 1st day 104AC Location: Lindor’s Brow Cave, Hyrule Ridge Weather: Warm. Showers easing.

Circling back to Lookout Landing, then onto Eldin. Ran into Impa again on my way out of Rito Village. She said there was another geoglyph in Eldin Canyon. Plus there will be something troubling the Gorons, no doubt. Going to go straight there. Don't want to get distracted.

Spent all my rupees on a full Snowquill set for Winter so sleeping in this cave instead of the nearby stables. It's surprisingly warm. There are brightblooms on every wall and the brightcap mushrooms growing here don't taste too bad. Bought some goat butter in Rito Village so throwing together a mushroom risotto -- it's glowing, which is hopefully a good sign.

Wondering if there were always caves here. Probably has something to do with the Upheaval. Since it happened everything is just a little different. Things aren't quite where I remember. Places aren't quite what they were. Old friends are on new paths, while others just aren’t around these days. There's something that can't be described happening to Hyrule. A change, a mystical kind, that can't be named.

Case in point — there was a large, magical frog in this cave. It was bright blue, had half a dozen eyes and long feathery antlers, and looked nothing like any frog that could or should exist. Was setting up my bedroll and cooking pot when it jumped into view. Acted by instinct and shot it with an arrow. But then it… exploded? And dropped something shiny. And somehow none of that was a surprise.

A photograph of a bubbul gem — a six-pointed crystal that is a cross between a snowflake and a fern. It is held up for the camera with and is no bigger than a rupee. It glows softly.

Caption: What am I meant to do with this?

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Log date: 11:00. 6th month, 3rd day 104AC Location: Nihcayam Lightroot, the Depths Weather: Not Applicable

Might have gone off course. Josha wanted me to investigate more of the statues down in the Depths and I thought, sure. I've survived Gloom before. I’ve done a couple dozen Shrines of Light so I’m feeling stronger. And Josha is what, seven? If they're letting a kid oversee research into the Depths, it can't be that bad.

Wrong. It is bad. It's dark, the air is sticky (somehow), my arm is cramping up from throwing so many brightbloom seeds and the monsters down here hit a lot harder. One so much as throws a rock at me and I can feel my blood turning to stone. (Gotta thank Tulin for his avatar next time I'm in Hebra, it has gotten me out of a few scrapes now).

There's a Lightroot in the distance. Just need to survive long enough to reach it. Whatever it is that Josha is looking for down here, it can’t be far.

A photograph taken from the underside of a Lightroot, its sturdy vines wrapping around the central orange tuba and rising up towards the surface above.

Caption: Where there is dark there must be light.

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Incoming transmission… Processing… Transmission received. Downloading information packet and installing to the Purah Pad. Please stand by.

Message Medallion activated.

Connection established.

12:09 JSH| Link, can you see this message? Link, it's Josha. There should be a prompt on the Purah Pad for you to respond. Sorry if this is sudden. Link?

12:13 LNK| What is this

12:14 JSH| Oh good you're alive! This is the Message Medallion, it's still a prototype. Goggles came up with it. Don't tell him about this, okay?

12:14 LNK| Okay Why

12:16 JSH| He doesn't know I'm borrowing it. It's still volatile. We can't talk long. In the alpha stage of the project, it caused the Purah Pad to explode 85% of the time.

12:18 JSH| Link? Are you still there?

12:20 LNK| Yes Afraid to type

12:21 JSH| It's not going to explode now, silly. In the beta stage, Goggles got the explosion rate down to 45%.

12:21 LNK| Great

12:22 JSH| You're probably wondering why I borrowed it to contact you.

12:22 LNK| Yes

12:24 JSH| Okay. So we've just discovered that Sundelions, those strange flowers that grow near sky rubble, have a cooling effect on Gloom. When applied topically they seem to completely negate its effects. No one was brave enough to try and go down to the Depths to tell you, but I thought you should know. I swiped the Message Medallion while Goggles wasn’t looking. Have you seen any Gloom yet?

12:24 LNK| No none at all

12:25 JSH| Wow, really? Goggles said the Depths is covered in it, and that I’m not allowed down there for at least another ten years. Or until I get my doctorate, whichever comes first. But maybe this will change his mind!

12:25 LNK| I am kidding 12:28 LNK| Sorry

12:30 JSH| It's okay, it’s fine! I'll just have to work extra hard! I really appreciate you doing this for me, Swordsman. It'll cut a year off my thesis at least!

12:31 LNK| Anytime You are doing great All the best researchers break the rules

12:33 JSH| Really? Do you have a source?

12:33 LNK| What

12:33 JSH| Dr. Purah says everything needs to be backed up by a source.

12:34 LNK| It is my opinion

12:35 JSH| Oh, well in that case I agree! Anyway, looks like time's up. Goggles is done with his cryptic crossword, so I gotta go. I have to disconnect the Medallion too, sorry. Remember Link, sundelions!

Connection terminated.

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Log date: 14:15. 6th month, 3rd day 104AC. Location: Great Abandoned Central Mine, The Depths Weather: Not applicable

Just going to sit here a while and catch my breath. Wasn't expecting to find at the end of Josha's long line of statues a madman and his horseless Zonai carriage. But I did, because somehow Master Kohga is back.

The years since we last fought have done more for his theatrics than his combat skills. Tempted to chase him to the very edge of this damned place and drive him away for good, but… can't get distracted. Gotta get to Eldin. Gotta find the next geoglyph, gotta find Zelda.

The Steward Construct here is making me some crystalised charges while I rest and finish this Sunny Veggie Porridge I made. I'll have enough charges for a whole new battery soon. Maybe it's time to dig more into the Zonai tech. Kohga made some impressive (and deadly) creations. Could do the same. Make myself some kind of self-powered cart, or a glider for exploring the sky islands, or a sentry turret to take out bokoblins. Or even a trebuchet.

No. Can't get distracted. Eldin tomorrow. Going to take my horse and not turn off the road for anything alive or dead.

A photograph of Master Kohga on an oversized Zonai-powered automobile, with spikes on the front. The vehicle is advancing on the camera at a brusque but non-fatal speed. Master Kohga is visible from behind the control stick and appears to be waving a fist.

Caption: Portrait of a dork.

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Log date: 17:50. 6th month, 5th day 104AC Location: Woodland Stables, Eldin Weather: Warm, clear skies.

Goddess preserve me. I've been here a day and a half. And in that time I have:

Ferried some musicians to the Great Fairy Tera

Proofread Penn’s article about it (not sure what he wanted — underlined some bits at random)

Helped Kilton with his brother Koltin, who for some reason wants to EAT the bubbul gems I've been finding

Promised the stable owner to get a photograph of some hot springs for advertising

Explored three shrines and two caves (still don't have enough rupees for a bed)

Put down a boss Bokoblin

Put up a sign with Addison

I'm no nearer Eldin or the next geoglyph than I was the day I left Rito Village. Everyone everywhere needs help and everything everywhere is calling out to be explored. But it's nice. To feel needed. To discover new things. Despite the detours I have to admit, maybe I'm not having the worst time. Hold fast, Zelda. The road back to you might wind a little, but I'm going to get there, by Hylia I swear it.

A photograph of a group of Hylians sitting around a fire; musicians, stable workers, even a tall white Rito, his flying mask worn around his neck to reveal small but inquisitive eyes and a long cheery beak. The next photograph is of Link, smiling and sitting at the fire too, a bowl of stew in hand. In the corner of the photograph, the camera lens appears to be partially obscured by a blurry white feather.

Caption: As close to home as any can be.

#totk #legend of zelda fanfiction #tloz #tears of the kingdom #zelink #tloz fanfiction #my writing #finding her #sorry to post this unbelievably late #ch 6 tomorrow lol

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thank you so much for the meta you wrote about kim's fight in yok's bar, i feel like i really needed to read that the news today about jeff satur leaving BOC ;_; if you don't mind, some words of comfort would be really appreciated

You're very much welcome bby, I'm happy to have provided you with something to cheer you up~ For what it's worth, I only recently got into KinnPorsche (3 months ago), so I have more metas (and fics!) I wanna write for KimChay!

As for Jeff leaving BOC, please don't let it get to you too much, my dear. He's leaving to do bigger and better things, yknow? Endings and partings are always hard, but it doesn't mean there's no hope for the future. Jeff and Barcode are still friends, they still have Wuju Bakery together, they have an event coming up this week XD, and even when they move on after Wuju Bakery, KimChay and the AlienBaker will still be here.

Personally for me, I still have hope for a season 2 of KinnPorsche. The story is far from over, and BOC/Pond knows that it's too big of a series to just let it end on one season. But if they ultimately leave it at that, then that's okay too (I'll accept that in due time). If we ever do get a season 2 however, I hope sincerely that Jeff will be willing to take on the role of Kim once more; same for Barcode and Porchay.

Having said this, KinnPorsche is definitely a series that can benefit from a time skip, lol Both within the narrative and in real time. This series has so much emotional baggage attached to it that tbh, I'm very much relieved the WT is finally over. This way, hopefully the emotional roller coaster of RL drama with the BOC actors can die down.

Like for reals, I've only been in this fandom 3 months, and I feel like it's already aged me 5 years, what with the Build/Poi drama, the drama from last year that I'm only finding out about now, Jeff's news today, etc. LOL

As fans, we can finally let KinnPorsche simmer in our heads and just engage with the story and the characters, yknow? We need this time to just let ourselves enjoy the story AWAY from the general spotlight and without the pressure of having to keep up with news or latest developments with the actors and all those other melons dfhkfefehfjks

So get some rest, dear nonnie, wherever you may be! Log off if you have to, go ahead and cry as much as you want to let it all out. It's not the end of the world, and tomorrow will be a new day.

#kinnporsche #kimchay #jeffbarcode #anon asks #you'll be okay nonnie #it's just the shock of the news is all #tomorrow will be better

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itsbenedict · 6 months

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get star seeker sequel adventure thing up and running and through the first case

get datasouls combat toy complete up to the first miniboss combat

catch up on TFJ recap logs

become an accredited AWS Certified Solutions Architect and get that raise my boss has been talking about for ages

get an adjustable standing desk and under-desk elliptical thingy, and otherwise get an ergonomic workstation set up

fix the light situation in the bathroom

get through The Sekimeiya and really go to town on that mystery until it’s solved

also finally play Disco Elysium

finish TFTBN character portraits

get a beatrice portrait for my poster wall

run some TPIVW games

badger the condo association landlady until she does something about the junk clogging up that basement storage room i’m supposed to own, and clean unused bulky stuff out of my house

clearly this waitlist thing isn’t working out so take some steps to see an actual doctor for the first time in like three years (and maybe get a cancer screening, or do something about that closed sinus)

get through the remaining 7 WaniKani levels

My objective for October was to catch up on recaps and get through the big update for phase 3 of the first Justice/Arcana case.

I didn't accomplish that!

I didn't accomplish that because I set that objective for myself the day before This Shit Happened. Since then, I've been scrambling like crazy to put out fire after fire at this company as it tries to break away from a shared services environment and get all its products working on a separate infrastructure, which has been a fucking nightmare of working like 10-hour days for the whole month. I get done dealing with this stuff and I'm fried, with no energy to do anything after work. It's a waking nightmare and it's gone on for like a month.

The nightmare isn't over yet- things are still not okay at work, there's a bunch of products that have no devs working on them, a bunch of things that are going to break unless I find clever workarounds to substitute for their dependencies, and like half a dozen random bureaucrats who've chosen right now to stick their nose in and demand we do everything differently to conform to the way things are done at the parent company which we are- hypothetically- financially and operationally completely distinct from otherwise they're not allowed to count as a nonprofit. It's incredibly annoying and we have no actual management because the Interim Technology Director they brought on only cares about switching over the phone system and sales+marketing software and shit and has no plan for or interest in what to do about our actual products. No leadership means I just have to pick priorities myself based on how much trouble I'll be in if shit breaks, a quality that hopefully correlates with how much random people are panicking at me about it.

There has been... progress. Some things have been sorted out, and I've mostly handed off my LMS work for the old company (I wrote like 28 pages of documentation for this crap), and I've gotten a better picture of what's on fire and some ideas for how to put it out. But this is... probably going to continue through November, and I have a sneaking suspicion that when our Transition Services Agreement expires in December a lot of unexpected shit is going to break and we're going to be in panic mode again.

(On the plus side, I did negotiate for that raise my old boss couldn't get me, so that does technically cross something off my list for this month.)

So... I'm definitely not getting everything done this year. It's a shame, but... I mean, I did come up with fourteen new years' resolutions and followed through on most of them, which isn't nothing- and the failure is a result of an Unexpected Massive Life Change that was basically out of my control, so I can't feel too down on myself about it.

To reorient my remaining tasks, which I still want to shoot for by the end of the year...

I want to get the next big J/A update out, still. Once that's out it's a straight shot to the finish.

I want to do, like, four or five more TFJ recaps and get through the Dead Jane sub-arc.

I want to play and solve The Sekimeiya (probably going to try to do that this month, for November).

I'm giving up on...

completely catching up on recap logs, which I learned was a substantially bigger task than I planned for

running TPIVW games, which- in addition to Scheduling Adults Being Hard, I also can't really put out the call for it while I still have this thing unresolved with Snake, who... eesh, that relationship has severely deteriorated and I don't know how to fix it and trying to run games with him in the group like nothing happened would Not Work, and I can't just kick him from that without making it a flashpoint of things getting even worse. It's maybe a solvable problem but I can't dedicate mental energy to it while everything else is still this crazy.

finishing case 1 of J/A entirely- there'll still need to be a run of updates once all the evidence is on the table, and a climax which'll take a bunch of additional art. Confident I can get through it in early 2024 and launch case 2 sometime that same year, though.

#sc accountability

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how to start running as a easily winded person in their early twenties and not ruin they fuckin knees? im asking because you make running seem fun and i would like to try but im afraid of injury and like, inevitable, horrible running posture

hello!!! sorry to have taken a hot second on this!! first off thank u so much!!! i do genuinely love running and i think it is a lot of fun - it's my favorite way to be outside and i love accomplishing little tasks of which distance is one - and I'm really happy that it makes u like to try!!!

I've been a bit lucky - my only serious running injury has been IT band syndrome, which rarely bothers me anymore - but I also think (hopefully) that I am doing some things right! I will do my best to answer your question and also link to a few other resources at the end because I do only have my own experience to go off of. I started running in the sixth grade when I was eleven and I didn't realize I loved it until the first time I ran eight miles, when I was eighteen - it can take a little time! Hopefully this will be at least a little useful for you!!! Okay, under the cut!

Getting started running

My main advice is: running should suck as little as possible! Run consistently, and set things up to enjoy them as much as possible (run slow, run comfortable, and so on!). But here are some more concrete bullet points...

Set a reasonable goal (something to work towards). For me, this is usually a race - a 5k is a great starting point! It gives you a set time frame to run in, and something to celebrate at the end. There's usually a lot of 5ks throughout the summer and in my experience, they're not too expensive, so if something comes up in your training, you can always find another one - or just a fun one (I've always wanted to do a mud run. or one of those color runs?)! I also love accomplishing all the little goals within running - a mile down, ten minutes to go - and the big ones of races.

Accountability (workout log, a friend/running group to meet, someone to talk to about it, etc). I'm most likely to work out consistently on my own if there's someone else in my life also working out (whether running or lifting or something else) and I can feel like I need to stay on track to keep up with them. For me, this can be the hardest part!!!! I also use a training log (just a spreadsheet usually) when training for races. I use my watch to keep track of my mileage when I'm not training for anything - I just like to have that record. I'm at the moment a very solo runner, partially by preference (a long solo run is joy to me), partially by circumstance (I live in the middle of nowhere!), so I guess my methods are more attuned to that, but if you do have someone to run with, even occasionally, that is probably the No1 thing that serves as accountability - you're showing up together!

Be lenient on yourself but stay STICK TO IT. This is the biggest thing when you're just starting out. You have to find the balance of getting out and running regularly, but being kind to yourself. There are a lot of different methods here - there's the run/walk method which I've heard is great for building stamina (some people swear by it!), or running for a certain about of time instead of distance. My go-to recommendation is probably setting the days of the week you're going to run, and sticking to those days with a mileage goal but walking if you need to (being flexible about the distance if need be as well)! The important thing is that you're setting a routine that you can stick to, and that means making it suck as little as possible - and if you're in pain that's not just soreness, REST!!!! The threshold of sucking is up to you (some runs, your body will just feel bad, and that decreases with time), but if it's bad enough that it might mess with the routine, walk until you feel better, and so on. I'll be honest - the first several weeks of running can be rough. But once you start to build your base a little and things get easier, the moments of joy get easier and easier to find, and it's easier to keep to a routine. Just keep getting out there!

Do not worry about speed. This might just be me, but I do not care about speed on my daily runs. Most people (including me sometimes!) try to run way too fast, especially at first. Speed will come. You have to try and run slow and comfortable first - run easy!!! The general saying is if you can't hold at least a brief conversation while running... Slow down!

Take care of your body. You have to take care of yourself well to feel good running. The big ones are eating regular meals, drinking enough water, and resting when you need it. People make a big fuss about what it means to eat as a runner, but like. Intuitive eating. Run father, you're going to be hungrier. I often have a light snack before I run and always eat afterwards (of course this depends on when you're running - I usually run between work and dinner and I don't have a very sensitive stomach). Drinking water - I personally struggle with this one - but like, do what you gotta so you drink water (I do those like squeeze drink mixes and a lot of seltzer). Resting is big as well!!! Sleep, obv, but also taking proper rest days. It's a balance!

Find fun in the run! Can I be cheesier or what.... For me, fun is somewhere with green space - I LOVE rails-to-trails corridors especially. A familiar neighborhood is always good, or a neighborhood with fun houses or buildings to look at. I'm always trying to find little treats in my runs - this weekend, I saw goats! Birds are always a win. I also like trying new routes, or setting mini achievable goals like "sprint the last block to my house," things like that! Any run can be a great one.

Enjoy the process! Like I said at the top, running should suck as little as possible. I also genuinely like, love running. Even if you don't - which I think a lot of people don't - you can find little joys in it, even in just the accomplishment of having done a mile or two! Find the things that make you feel good :)

Injury and Posture

See the previous section but I'm not kidding: take care of your body!!!!!!! Eat, drink, sleep, etc!

Get real running shoes. Its an investment but there's a reason it's an industry. For me, getting the right shoes helped a lot with knee trouble in high school. Having comfortable shoes (for you - that could mean minimalist or maximalist) makes running more comfortable.... and that's what I swear by! if u don't believe me take it from my previously non-runner college friend who has been running lately:

Okay actually the best things to do to prevent injury are like exercises and strength training that build muscles like your hips, core, etc. Some ppl love yoga (not me!) and that can help prevent muscle imbalances as well. idk tbh i wouldn't worry about this too much at the beginning either because for me it's basically impossible to get myself to do any of this without a workout buddy. if you want to hear what I do sporadically, I'm happy to tell you, but also just like... Don't put too much on your plate at the beginning and don't worry about it (unless it would make u less worried to start with do them in which absolutely make it part of your routine!!!)

your body knows what it's doing. idk i like truly know nothing about posture - the three big pieces of advice I've gotten in my life are like 1) keep your arms at a 90-degree angle and like... Move them only forward and back, minimizing lateral motion 2) pretend you are holding a feather between your middle finger and thumb (this is to prevent clenching your fists) and 3) I have a tendency to hunch up my shoulders, so I always got told to relax my shoulders. Honestly, don't worry about it too much? There are a few articles about maintaining posture, but studies like this one show - your body will figure it out.

Pay attention to what your body is telling you. It can sometimes be hard to tell bad pain from soreness or otherwise random pain (I'm pretty sure everyone gets random occasional aches and pains). Basically, if something feels bad, take it easy - that can mean different things, like taking an extra off day or cross-training like bicycling or swimming. Sharp pain is usually bad. If there's a recurring niggling pain for say, two weeks, that's also cause for concern.

Stretching/foam rolling can be good. Okay I rarely stretch so I am NOT a good person to talk to about this but either dynamic stretches like high knees or static stretching can help prevent injury. This just depends on who you are and knowing your body - some people love it, some people (me) do not really do it....

Fluctuation in how you feel while running is normal. One week, I'll run a distance and it'll feel great. The next, it might feel like garbage. That's all part of the process.

Don't increase weekly mileage by more than 10% per week. I'm... Not great at following this one, but basically, once you start running, if you're running 15 miles, don't run more than 17 the next week, and so on. It's basically about making sure you are able to recover from the increased strain.

I've been lucky enough not to be super injury prone person so there are probably a few things I'm missing, but those are my broad strokes.

Other resources

I really like this New York Times piece on starting to run. They lay out a version of the run-walk method and talk about how to put together a training plan.

Runners World publishes a LOT of stuff I wouldn't recommend looking twice at but I generally like to look at their (free) running plans. For some reason, their UK running plans are free but the US ones cost money, so just add UK to your search. I'm not sure how their 5k training plan is (I personally prefer mileage over time) but I usually put together my training plans off their longer stuff.

For the US, I use runningintheusa to browse races, but I don't know about other places, sorry :(

Brendan Leonard is a ultramarathon-running internet cartoonist and funnyman and I really like his approach towards running. He's included in this Washington Post article about starting to run when you hate running. I think I was introduced to him this Outside mag interview. But mostly, he makes cartoons, some of which are lovely, like this one about the M trail (even I, who has done it, thinks he's a bit crazy for this) or.... well, here's some of his own favorites from 2020. They make me smile.

If you have any questions anon or want to chat about anything... as you can see I love to talk!!! I would be honored to hear about your journey :) Regardless, I had a lot of fun writing this and maybe went a little overboard!!!

If I remember anything else (and I'm sure I've forgotten something), I'll tack it on here, but this seems like enough! If anyone wants to add on, hit me!!

#Ask #Tetrapod runs #An essay??? A tetrapod essay??? You would not be suprised

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Life is an Ocean

I was bored and Karl is underrated so here we go. based off a song. My first work, I'm doing my best. This is my current hyper-fixation so just deal with it. I'm sure the story is all over the place but it's just for fun :)

Song Inspiration: CVS by Winnetka Bowling League

CW: car crash, cursing, anxiety, panic attack (let me know if I missed something)

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(6.8k words)

It has been raining for a whole week, borderline storming. Valerie and her brother were cooped up in the house and getting bored of it.

"Dude, I'm fucking bored. I wanna go somewhere," she said her thoughts aloud. Her brother gave her a look that said she was an idiot.

"Where would we go? It's dark as hell outside and pouring rain," he replied.

And so Valerie convinced him to get ice cream in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain. It would just be something fun to do.

It started out fun. They got to a nearby ice cream place. After they finished eating they danced in the rain and laughed at how silly this all was. It was cold, but they didn't care because they were having the time of their lives together.

Valerie was driving them back home, when the rain got heavier. Taking a sharper turn than she meant to, the car started to hydroplane. As the car ran right into the side of the road, she tried her best to hit the brakes but the car wouldn't stop going. She doesn't quite remember anything that happened next. She just remembers hearing the sirens and calling out for her brother. She also remembers the first thing that happened, when she woke up in the hospital.

Valerie's parents were there when she woke up, asleep in what looked like uncomfortable positions in the hospital chairs. She looked over towards them to ask what happened. She sat up leaning on her wrists, forcing her to cry out in pain and fall back into a lying position. The sudden noise awoke her parents. They had very mournful looks on their faces when they finally looked at her.

"Valerie, you're okay," her father sighed in relief. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He hugged her tightly, cautious of her injuries

"What happened? Why do my wrists hurt like hell? Where's Trev?" She asked without taking a breath.

"Honey, you were in a car crash with your brother. The nerves in your wrist and hands were severely damaged during the crash. The doctors said that it will take a lot of practice and time for your hands to go back to normal," her mother sobbed out.

Valerie felt like her mother was purposely avoiding the topic of her brother.

“Where’s Trev? Is he alright?” she softly cried. She had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“He didn’t make it honey,” her father cried. The family sat together and mourned their loss together.

- A couple of years later -

Valerie's POV

I turned on my computer and logged onto Minecraft. The familiar and comforting logo lighting up my screen. The feral boys wanted to do a simple speed-run with me, but I know them well. They most likely modded it with weird shit and wanted to see my reaction to it. That is usually how a feral boys + GamerMouse video goes. Them being . . . themselves and me, just dealing with it. I swear I'm their mother or something.

My hand slightly shook as I logged into discord. It's been a while since that terrible day and my hands still don't feel like they're doing any better than before. I wasn't in the best mood today because earlier, I dropped a glass cup and it shattered, making a mess in my kitchen. The glass wasn't really worth much but I just get so frustrated with myself when I’m not doing as well as I want. Hopefully, the feral boys can bring my mood up.

It looked like Karl, Sapnap, and George were already in the vc so I quickly joined them. I made sure to lower my headphones' volume expecting to hear screaming.

"Sup losers," I said in the peppiest voice I could.

"AAH! O-M-G, IS THAT A GAMER GIRL" Someone screamed. Judging by the accent, it had to be George.

"Nice to see you too, Gogy. Where's Dream and Quackity, when are we streaming?" I asked.

"Both of them said that they'll join in a little bit. We can wait in the server," Sapnap replied to me. "We were just teasing Karl about this girl that he likes."

"Whatever Sap, at least I don't have to third wheel green and blue over there," Karl nervously laughed out.

"Awww, don't make fun of DNF. They have some pretty good fan-fiction. I definitely ship it," I said. Just then, Dream happened to join the call so of course, I started singing for them, "Sometimes, all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June. Heatwaves been faking me out, can't make you happier now."

Everyone started cracking up at my terrible singing, instantly bringing a smile to my face.

"How in character of you Mouse? You know, you should stream reading fanfiction made for you. I'm sure there are lots of interesting pairings," he laughed out. I rolled my eyes knowing he was commenting on an old stream I did about a year ago. It was very weird to see people shipping me with pretty much every guy in the SMP. It was intriguing, to say the least.

"Whatever Dream. I would have you know that my fans are exceptional authors," I exclaimed.

Slamming on my desk excitedly I asked, "Now, who's going to stream cuz I'm ready for whatever you guys have planned for me"

- Skip towards the end of the stream -

"Damn it," I cursed my screen as it told me I died for what felt like the hundredth time. "I freaking fell off the stupid end tower again. It's my stupid hands, they're doing it again."

The whole stream, my hands had been acting up at the worst times making me die a lot. I've fallen in lava and fallen from high places because I couldn't hold the shift button and I've absolutely sucked at most pvp today, except one match with Karl but I know he was going easy on me. I was in a foul mood, but I tried not to show it because Quackity was streaming.

"It's okay lil GamerMouse," Karl softy replied. He knew how frustrated I get with my hands so he usually makes a point to make sure I know that it's okay and to not feel bad. "We could practice pvp a bit later if you feel up to it?"

"Maybe. I still haven't had dinner yet so it would be after I eat," I chuckled out. I had forgotten to eat before the stream and I was getting really hungry.

"Chat is freaking out. Half of them are calling you a simp and the other half are saying how sweet you are," Quackity told us in his high voice. The whole stream, Quackity's chat was commenting on Karl and me. Lots of shipping was happening.

"Oh shut up. Karl's just an amazing person who knows how to treat a lady. Do you know how to treat a lady, Quackity?" I laughed out loud. During his streams, I love picking on Quackity. It's just so much fun.

"I'll have you know, I'm a gentleman," Quackity scoffed.

"I'll believe it when I see it, 'Guys, please! I'm a gentleman I promise' " George mocked. All of us burst into laughter.

"Okay, I think I'm going to end the stream here guys," Quackity barely got out through the laughing and did his outro.

Once the stream ended we hung for a couple of minutes in the vc before everyone left until it was just me and Karl.

"Just let me know when you want to practice, okay Val. You can also tell me if something is wrong," Karl told me comfortingly. He was always just so sweet and had so much patience with me.

"I'm fine, I just dropped a glass earlier and I guess it's still bothering me. I can’t stop thinking about how I won't be able to do MCC this year," I replied solemnly. I was really hoping my hands would be getting better so I could join all my friends in MCC but it didn't look feasible this year.

"Well then, we can just practice more. I promise, we will do parkour practice every day together until you become the best Minecraft player this world has ever had," Karl said enthusiastically. He seemed very excited to help me out.

"It's okay Karl. I think I'm just going to go to bed early tonight or work on that 1000 piece puzzle I still haven't finished," I tried to joke but Karl knew me well enough to know I didn't feel better. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay talk to you later, Val," he replied.

I left the call and shut down my computer. My head is just so full of thoughts, I need to just relax and stop thinking about everything.

Lately, the more I talk and hang out with Karl, the more I feel something I can't explain for him and I don't know how I feel about that. I've been best friends with him since I joined the SMP, thanks to Sapnap, but I can’t help but wish it was more. Especially when he is so sweet to me, how could I not want him to be mine.

As I was walking into my bedroom the doorbell rang. I was very surprised when I opened the door, to see Karl standing there with a bag of Taco Bell in hand.

"I brought my favorite lady her favorite food," he smiled at me. Speak of the devil, or more like an angel. Did he just call me his favorite lady and did he really drive all the way to Taco Bell for me?

"Is that a chicken quesadilla?" I asked like a little gremlin.

"It most definitely is! It's all for you because I already ate," he replied, handing me the food. "I knew you were hungry and you only live like 20 minutes away, so I thought I would grab you some food.”

Okay, catching feelings makes sense now. Who wouldn't catch feelings for a guy who brought them food when they were hungry?

He grabbed me a plate from the kitchen and made himself comfy on my couch. He was in some khakis and a comfortable-looking beige sweater while I was in some sweats and a t-shirt that I'm pretty sure I stole from him.

"What kind of music do you feel like listening to today?" Karl asked while he was scrolling through his phone. "Corpse has a new song, we can play that and then just let Spotify roll with that.

"Sounds good to me! I heard the song earlier this week and I've had it on repeat," I replied.

I sat down on the couch and started to pig out on my food. I didn't realize how hungry I actually was.

The next couple of hours were kind of chill. We sat and listened to music while just chatting.

"Were you still going to do that stream tomorrow? What were you planning on doing?" Karl asked. By now I had my head on his shoulder and we were cuddling. Platonically, of course. We've always cuddled but now that I've developed these stupid feelings, it feels kind of weird, but It doesn't matter because I love it. "Didn't you want us to join you?"

"Yeah, I was planning on doing a chill stream. I was hoping I could get you, boys, to join me since my chat loves the feral boys. I also asked Niki to join and she said that she would love to," I replied excitedly. I haven't had the chance to stream with her in a long time. "How does a Q&A stream sound, or is that not creative enough? I wanted something lowkey."

"I think it will be fun. I'll definitely be there," Karl smiled at me. He checked the time. "Dang, it's a lot later than I thought. I'm going to head out. I will see you tomorrow in your stream, okay?"

"I'll see you then. Goodnight and drive safely Karl," I softly spoke to him as he left. Today, I realized that he is the most important person in my life and these feelings were only magnified.

"Hello everyone and welcome to today's stream. Today I was thinking of doing a Q&A and I have a bunch of my friends to make it a lot more fun." I laughed out. I was feeling really good so streaming looked very easy today. "I have the beautiful Niki Nihachu, and then a couple of random guys I picked up off the side of the road earlier."

"Well dang, didn't know you loved us that much. You hear that boys we got an upgrade from 'the dumpster' to 'the side of the road'," George sarcastically replied to me. "Come on, shout us out. You know you want to."

I rolled my eyes at him and flipped him off, "I have a brit, snapmap, a duck, a green blob, and Karl Jacobs!" I could hear all the guys talking over each other about their nicknames and giving me nicknames while Niki and I just laughed at them.

"I'm a brit too, Valerie," Niki exclaimed through her laughter.

"Yeah but you're a pretty brit," I winked at her. We were cracking up, "You're in my top 5 of British people!"

"I'll take it," she replied. I could tell that the chat was already enjoying the stream.

"Okay everyone, I'm going to open up donations and you guys can send in your questions," I told the camera. I could already see some starting to load in.

[note: the _underscore_ is the questions being read by the dono voice]

_Hello GamerMouse, I really love your content. It never fails to make me laugh. I was wondering if you were single <3_

This made me laugh, my fans were always asking if I was single but it didn't really bother me too much, "Sadly the answer to that question is, yes I am single. Have been for a little while." I could see chat filling up with people saying how I was too pretty to be single and other stuff like that.

"Yo, she's single boys, who got dibs?" Quackity exclaimed at us. "I bet Karl gets first dibs, he lives the closest to her."

The boys started to tease Karl and chat was just egging them on. I started to blush a little but I hoped no one paid enough attention. Little did I know, Karl was watching my reactions and definitely saw me blush at the accusations.

_If you had to date any smp member, who would it be? also please say hi to my sister katie, she adores you :)_

"Oooh, answer the question mousy. Whom do you pick?" Dream asked.

"Firstly, Hello Katie, I'm glad you like my content. Secondly, I am not answering that," I laughed out.

"Aww, she's blushing!" Sapnap screamed, immaturely. "She definitely likes someone."

_hi I was wondering how you came up with your name_

Thankful for the new subject I answered sweetly, "I'm glad you asked cuz not many people know. I got my name GamerMouse because all of my friends are taller than me and I was always teased for being so short. Getting called short, and sometimes even small, turned into being called a little mouse. Then I just got creative and added Gamer in front of it. Fun fact: My original name was going to be Anonamouse because I was planning on being a faceless streamer."

_height check :)_

"She is definitely 4'11" guys," Quackity teased.

"Haha, so funny Alex," I said monotonously.

“She’s 5 foot 1,” Karl replied.

The boys immediately started to tease Karl about his knowledge of you but he just waved them off.

The stream was going well for a bit until the next set of questions came.

_why did you start playing Minecraft and how did you get into the smp? are you going to be in mcc this year_

"Sad to say that I won't be competing this year. As most of you know, my hands are damaged and not very steady at all. I had been friends with Sapnap for a while, and he helped me find video games that I liked so I could practice my hand-eye coordination. I enjoyed Minecraft the most so I played that a lot and soon Sap asked Dream if I could join the SMP and then here I am. I owe it to Sapnap for how far I have come these past couple of years," I replied.

I could hear some of the boys giving fake tears and sniffles to my little speech. A good thing too, because I could feel myself tearing up a little and I needed to laugh.

_How did you damage your hands?_

My face dropped but I tried to play it off so no one saw, "I damaged my hands in a, uh, car crash with my brother a few years back."

I immediately regretted mentioning my brother because I knew chat was going to go crazy at the new information. The chat was filling up with people saying they didn't know I had a brother, and asking where he was, and if he would be a guest to one of my streams.

"Guys, I'm really sorry but my brother won't be in, uh, any of my streams or videos," I said probably a little too quickly. I could feel myself start to panic. I didn't want to say the wrong thing while I was live with thousands of people watching.

I heard my phone ding a couple of times and I would bet it's texts from Niki or Karl because they knew how sensitive I was about the topic of my brother. I started to panic, even more, when people started asking me why my brother wouldn't be joining any upcoming uploads.

I tried to tell them as calmly as I could, without crying, "My brother passed away in the crash. . . the passenger airbag malfunctioned."

As I said that, the chat seemed to slow down and I held my breath. I could feel my heart in my throat. I knew that there are a million different things that people could say about it and I didn't want to have to deal with it live.

There was an influx of messages saying they were sorry for my loss and lots of kind words. I could feel a wave of relief at all the really kind messages. Apparently, my fans were a lot more considerate than I thought they would be.

But the next donation I would get would send me in a downward spiral. I know most people aren't evil, but some really just wanna watch you burn.

_if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?_

Everyone in the VC froze. No one knew what to do or say. How does someone respond to a comment like that?

It felt like time had frozen and the world was quiet. It didn't take me long to feel like I was suffocating so I did the outro as best and quickly as possible, ended the stream, and left the vc as quickly as I could.

I heard my phone ding with text messages but I couldn't move. I was a deer in headlights in front of my monitor. The next thing I knew, I was running into my bathroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.

Karl's POV

"if you were the one driving, does that mean you killed him?" I heard the dono voice say.

There is absolutely no way that someone said that. At first, I thought that I misheard it but when I realized how silent it was, I knew that it actually happened.

Before I knew it, Val did her outro and the Stream ended. GamerMouse left the call.

"Oh, shit," Sapnap exclaimed in shock. "Did that just happen? Did Val leave? What's wrong with that person?"

"It says that Val isn't in the call anymore," I heard Niki sigh. "That was a shitty thing for that person to say, she's very sensitive about that topic. I think I'll call her to see if she's alright."

"Wait, don't worry about it Niki," I replied quickly. "I'm going to go to her house right now. If I know her well enough, she might be having a panic attack right now and she wouldn't answer her phone."

I left the call before I received an answer and ran straight to the door and grabbed my keys. I got into my car and headed straight to her house. Thankfully, she lives really close.

The whole drive I couldn't stop thinking about how livid I am that that person had the audacity to say that to her. I felt bad enough that the topic of her brother came up while she was streaming, but for someone to actually blame her for something like that. I just needed to make sure she was okay.

That's all I've been thinking about lately. That she was okay. I've always wanted her to be okay and happy but for some reason, this felt different. I wanted to protect her. Protect her from haters on the internet, or protect her from her own thoughts that she sometimes succumbs to.

I arrived at her house in no time. I didn't even bother parking in her driveway, instead, parking in front of it very crookedly. I ran to the front porch, pulled out the spare key she gave me, and let myself in.

"Valerie," I softly called out, hoping I didn't scare her. "Where are you?"

She didn't respond but I think I heard shuffling from her room so I headed there first. As I passed by her computer room, I noticed that her computer was completely shut off. I made it to her room and found her curled up on the floor next to her bed. “Val, it’s Karl. Can you hear me?”

She didn’t say anything but when she looked up at me, she relaxed at the sight of me. It hurt me to see her like this. All I wanted to do was hold her close and whisper sweet nothings to her, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Val, I need you to do something for me okay? Just look at me,” I softly voiced. She slowly looked at me while taking her shallow breaths. She nodded at me, so slight that if I wasn’t studying her, I would have missed it. “Just follow my breathing and listen to me.”

“Can you name 5 things that you see right now?” I calmly asked her. I could see her staring at my abdomen, watching me breath and trying to copy it.

“I see. . . you. . . my comforter. . . the clock. . . my laundry. . . and the door,” she stuttered out.

I could tell she was doing her best to calm herself down and it seemed to be working slowly but surely. “You’re doing amazing, can you tell me 4 things that you feel?”

“I can feel the carpet. . . my phone in my pocket. . .the wall behind me. . . the hood on my jacket.”

Every second that passed just reminded me of how strong I thought she was and how much I admire her. “What about 3 things that you can hear?”

“My ceiling fan, the ticking of the clock, and your voice.”

She was doing better already. “Now what about 2 things that you can smell?”

“I can smell the candle on my nightstand and the cologne that you always wear.”

I blushed at the fact that she knew this cologne was my favorite but now was definitely not the time to dwell on that. “Lastly, can you tell me 1 thing you taste?”

“I can taste the chocolate I ate during the stream,” she softly spoke. Her breathing was pretty even by now and she seemed to be calming down.

“Wanna move to the bed, I can pick you up?” I asked her. She couldn’t possibly be comfortable where she was sitting.

She looked up at me and nodded slightly. I carried her to her bed and laid down with her. She laid her head on my chest, falling into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you so much, Karl. Thank you for everything you do for me,” she whispered. I just pulled her in closer to me in response. It was this moment that gave me the realization that I was in love with her. I wanted her to be mine, to protect her. She was the one I wanted and I just knew that I had it bad for my little mouse.

A week or so after Dono incident -

I woke up feeling better than I have in a while. I didn’t have any kind of plans except that I might stream later and knowing Karl, it’s likely he’ll be over here at some point. Maybe he could join the stream.

I was grabbing a cup of coffee when the front door opened. The only person with a key was Karl so I wasn’t worried about it. I yelled out for him, “I just bought some more Monsters for you, a couple should be in the fridge. If not, check the cabinet.”

As soon as he came into the kitchen he gave me a big hug before going straight for the fridge. He looked really cute today. He was smiling really hard like he was excited to see me. This made me flush a deep red but I turned around, hoping he wouldn’t see, “What’s got you all giggly? It’s too early in the morning for that.”

“Nothing in particular, just happy to see you!” he exclaimed. “What do you wanna do today?”

“Would you be down to do a stream with me? I don’t really know what we will do, though,” I asked him. I adored streaming with Karl, even if it was just an excuse for me to hang out with him. He always manages to bring this full of life energy that always puts me in an amazing mood.

He took a seat at my kitchen table, looking around my place presumably for a stream idea. His smile grew as he looked at me, “What if we did a cooking stream?”

“Can we bake instead? I found this really good looking banana bread recipe that I want to try,” I exclaimed. He immediately agreed to this idea and we started to prepare my kitchen for the stream.

We had to set up a camera that would be in a good position to see us as well as the whole kitchen. As Karl went to go buy any groceries that we would need, I cleaned my kitchen because it was a mess.

I could tell that Karl was excited to do this stream. I couldn’t tell if he was just excited because cooking streams are always fun, or if he was just excited to be doing it with me. I’m hoping it’s at least the former.

“I’m back, can you come help me bring the stuff in?” Karl called out for me. I immediately went to go help and saw the entire back seat was filled with groceries.

“We’re only making banana bread, what’s the rest of this for?” I giggled.

“Well I got excited, and went a little overboard. We can have dinner together tonight, if that’s alright with you?” He seemed nervous and maybe even insecure as he asked this, but he was shyly smiling at me.

“Of course!” How could I say no to him? I could feel that I was blushing so I decided to distract myself with other preparations for the stream.

- Skip to stream -

“Hey guys, it’s Gamermouse and I have a special guest for today’s stream!” I pointed to the side of the kitchen that Karl entered through. He put on a huge smile for the camera. I could just feel the excitement coming from not only Karl and I, but the viewers as well. There were lots of comments shipping us, just excited to see us in the same room, as well as excitement for today’s stream.

Every time I went live this week, I’ve been paranoid that I was going to be receiving a lot of attention for my freak out with the incident, but it seemed that most people moved on from it, or at least were courteous to not talk a lot about it. I have seen fans defending me about it on Twitter though, which warms my heart. Karl also reminds me that if something happens, he’s there to comfort me.

“We thought it would be a lot of fun if we did some baking. I saw a recipe for some banana bread I’ve been meaning to make so I’m basically holding Karl hostage making him bake with me,” I tried to say seriously but I couldn’t contain my laughter.

“I’d do anything with you, you wouldn’t need to hold me hostage,” he whined at me. I blushed but tried not to read too into this comment. There’s no way that he means that, it’s just for the content.

Remembering that I’m live with thousands of people watching, I start getting the ingredients together.

- after the stream -

The stream went really well. Dream, George, and Sapnap ended up joining the stream later and made fun of us for burning the bread. Karl and I got into a miniature food fight that the boys just egged on. Right now it was just Karl and I, cleaning up our mess in the kitchen.

“That was a really fun stream,” Karl mentioned. I hummed. That was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, and half the time I would forget that I was even live. It just felt like Karl and I were just baking together. It was so domestic, sending butterflies through my stomach.

“It definitely was. We should do it again even if we aren’t streaming,” I shyly replied to him. He immediately agreed to do it again with me. We soon had our planned dinner together before he went home.

This whole day was amazing. Karl seemed different but in a good way. He seemed very confident and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he flirted with me more than once today. I was constantly a blushing mess.

As I was laying in bed, I logged onto Twitter as I usually do. There were so many tweets about Karl and I, most of them shipping us. There were so many people talking about how cute we looked together. This didn’t help the already growing feelings for the fluffy-headed gamer boy.

Soon enough I was scrolling through pictures and clips that people posted and I couldn’t stop the smile from growing on my face. Someone managed to clip a moment that I didn’t even know happened.

It was towards the middle of the stream when Karl and I were having our food fight. Karl and I were both giggling at the mess that we just made. I was facing Karl, attempting to get some of the flour out of my hair. He was staring at me and you could see him, not so subtly, look me up and down and smile. This was the kind of smile you gave someone you adored, someone that you admire, you love.

I couldn’t believe that this was a real clip, that this actually happened. I didn’t mind at all, though. I saved the clip to my phone before falling asleep, thoughts of Karl on repeat in my mind.

-Next day-

“Hey Val, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Karl mentioned.

I quickly turned my head towards him. I wasn’t expecting that, and my head was running through everything he could possibly say, “What’s up?”

“Well I was thinking that we could have a meet up. I was hoping that Nick and Alex would be available to come up here,” he said excitedly. It looks like he’s been thinking about this for a while. I even would bet that he already has stuff planned for us to do, streams included.

“That sounds like a lot of fun. All of you could stay here, at my place. One of them can stay in the spare bedroom. My streaming room also has a futon that the other one could use,” I started to ramble. He was smiling at me the entire time I was talking, admiring me. I blushed under his gaze.

“I’ll go call them right now to see if they’re down. Be right back, cutie,” Karl rushed before he went to my office to call Nick and Alex.

Now I was out of breath. Did he actually call me “cutie”? He’s been like this pretty much since the cooking stream. He’s been, what I think, is very flirtatious. I keep thinking that I’m hearing him wrong or that the little touches were just accidents. That they didn’t mean anything. But it’s been happening too often for me to be crazy. It’s driving me crazy.

Karl quickly came back with the most adorable smile on his face, “They were both able to come. They both got tickets to get here on Thursday and they’ll be here for a week.”

“Then I better get the place ready for them. Maybe some snacks too,” I said as I was getting up. I grabbed my keys and put my shoes on, “Wanna come to CVS with me? It’s just around the corner so we can just walk there.”

He quickly nodded and put his shoes on too. We started our walk together, falling into comfortable conversation. By the time we got to the cvs, I was in an amazing mood. Spending time with Karl just does that for me.

We got a bunch of random snacks. We didn’t know what the boys would want so we just decided to get a bit of everything. We decided to split up so Karl and I ended up having separate piles of candy and chips we were going to buy. We went to check out together, though.

“Find everything okay?” the woman smiled at Karl. There was something about her that I already didn’t like. I didn’t know what it was because she seemed nice enough.

“Yes, thank you. We are having our friends over so we wanted to spoil them with food,” Karl replied happily.

The woman kept scanning his items while she talked, more like flirting, “What a sweet friend you are? They’re lucky to have you.”

“Oh um, thank you. I’m lucky to have them,” Karl replied. I could tell that Karl was getting a little awkward. It looked like he didn’t know how to reply to her flirtatiousness. I tried not to read too much into the fact he wasn’t flirting back at her.

The entire conversation between Karl and the woman, who we finally learned her name was Vivian, was not only making me uncomfortable, but it was making me jealous. I didn’t like this person flirting with Karl at all but there wasn’t anything that I could do. Karl wasn’t mine to be jealous over. Vivian was finally done scanning our stuff, “Here is your receipt, as well as my number so you can call me later.”

“Oh, thank you. It was nice to meet you,” Karl quickly replied before grabbing our stuff and leaving. I was in a way more lousy mood than I was when we first got here and I didn’t talk at all on the way home. I felt bad for Karl, it’s not like he did anything wrong. I was just in a bad mood.

Skip to the day we had to pick up Nick and Alex. I was definitely feeling better than I was a few days ago, but Karl was smart enough to know that something was up with me. Of course, he knew something was wrong with me, he’s basically my best friend. Thankfully, he didn’t ask about it because I wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

We had about an hour until Nick’s plane would land and then another 45 minutes before Alex’s flight landed. We still wanted to go to the airport pretty early so we could get a good parking spot. We were currently just sitting in Karl’s car waiting.

“Val, are you okay?” Karl finally asked me. I was dreading this. I love the fact that he cares enough about me to ask but I don’t know what to say because there was no way that I would lie to my best friend.

“I’m okay,” I smiled at him. He obviously didn’t believe it for a second. I was starting to feel guilty about this.

“Come on Valerie! I’m not oblivious, I can tell that something has been bothering you for a few days. Why won’t you tell me what it is?” He sounded slightly annoyed with me, but I was annoyed with myself too. He rarely used my full name.

“I just can’t tell you, Karl. I’m fine, please don’t worry about it,” I huffed out.

“But I’m worried about you, Val. you mean alot to me and it hurts to see you not your usually bubbly self,” Karl said to me. He wasn’t yelling at me, but his voice was intense. I didn't know what to do except spill my secrets to him.

“I’m sorry, Karl. The past couple of days have just had me thinking about everything. It started when we went to CVS,” I confided in him. He was watching me intently. The care in his eyes was too intense so I had to look away from him.

“When the cashier was flirting with you, I was extremely jealous. She reminded me of the fact that you are my best friend and nothing more. I was reminded that I had no right to be jealous because you aren’t mine. This whole week, I’ve been thinking about all of this and that’s why my mood is so poor. It’s because I’m in love with my best friend, when I shouldn’t be,” I rambled out. I was talking pretty fast so I don’t even know if he picked up all of that.

He was staring at me, smiling softly. I didn’t understand why he was smiling like that at me.

“So let me get this straight. You,” he pointed at me, “were grumpy this whole week because a cashier was flirting with me,” he pointed at himself.

The way he said it, I realized how stupid it sounded, “I know how stupid this sounds, I just-”

He interrupted me with a finger over my mouth, “Well, if you were paying attention that day, you would have noticed that I threw away her number. I threw it away because the only pretty girl’s number that I need is already on my phone, under the contact of ‘Mouse.’”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he actually say that my number was the only girl’s number that he wanted? Did he also call me pretty? All I could do was stare back at him. I could have sworn that his face was moving closer to mine. All I could do was hold my breath.

“May I kiss you, beautiful?” He asked me. I couldn’t speak so I just nodded my head.

And to say that we kissed, would be an understatement. He put his hands on my face, holding me in place. He leaned in and immediately, I felt like I was on fire.

His kiss was contradictory. He was passionate, like I was a drink of water in the desert but he was also soft, like I was a beautiful piece of glass that he didn’t want to break. The butterflies in my stomach that I always have when I’m with him, we’re fluttering around threatening to come out.

“You’re beautiful, and there isn’t anyone that I love more than you. You are so much more than just my best friend. You are my entire world,” he whispered to me. I started to tear up a little at his confession but he just wiped my tears away and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Now, let’s go wait for Nick to get here,” we got out the car and he immediately grabbed my hand to hold. We both made our way inside the airport with huge smiles on our faces, hand in hand.

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