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Mindbender - Leathernecks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your mom and dad home?”

“No, why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yesss...” came the relaxed reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YessIunderstand you,” he mumbled.

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

“YesIcandothat,” he slobbered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad? Can you hear me?”

Nothing. No response.

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

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

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

He did exactly as I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Youalwaysknocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

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

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

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

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

“On your feet, soldier!” I barked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir! A muscle ass, SIR!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yesson.” the brainwashed voice responded.

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

“Y-y-yessson.”

“CUM!”

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

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

“Attention, soldier. Eyes straight ahead!”

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

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

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!” he obeyed immediately.

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Sir, YES SIR! Oh God…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t a question.

I looked him straight in the eye.

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

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

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

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

“Sure, Sergeant Rick. What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t a question.

My brainwashed soldier shook his head in the affirmative.

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

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

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Yesss…” D slurred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

“Salute when you say that, Marine!”

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

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

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

“Yesss...” he gurgled.

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

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

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

“THANK YOU SIR. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!”

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

“THANk YOU SIR. MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?!”

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“YessIcandothat...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MOVE soldiers!” I bellered.

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

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

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

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

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

“Salute me when you say that, soldier!”

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

“S-s-sir, YES SIR!”

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

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

“Sir, YES SIR!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! SLEEP!

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

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

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

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

“SIR, YES SIR!” they responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“CUM, RECRUITS!”

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! SLEEP!

“Aa-tten-TION!”

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

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

It wasn’t a question.

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

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

“SNAP!”

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

*****

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

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

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

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

“Youalways knocksonthedoorbeforebuyingmilktostartthefireplace.” SNAP! “SLEEP!”

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

It wasn’t a question.

Continued in Takedown

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you come home drunk and both your siblings Harry and Gemma are home watching a movie

Ur mom Anne is asleep and you snuckrf out to a party and got drunk maybe, and you come and when Harry is like “YN? What r u doing?” And the first thing u say is “I’m not drunk” and just start rambling stuff

sibling!harry isn’t talked about often enough so here we go;

(this turned sad pretty quickly fyi….)

You were flat out drunk.

Pissed. Wankered. Plastered. Hammered. The whole combination of all of them together.

If someone were to ask you to spell your name you would reply with a bunch of letters that didn’t even exist in yours and you knew this because it had just happened.

“You’re so drunk.” Your best friend Hannah giggled, but their was a tone of concern behind her voice. She knew that you were a lightweight, but didn’t keep tabs on you the whole night to keep track of how many drinks you’d had. Turns out, too late, too many.

“No, i’m Y/N dummy!” Your words slurred as you stumbled over on the grass outside of the party you’d just been at.

It had been your good friends Will’s birthday party and it was all very exciting because it was the first big house party for people your age - in your school. Will’s house was massive, too, and it was the talk of the town. Unfortunately your stupid, annoying, over-protective older brother had told you no when you’d asked him if you could go. You’d gone to your mum first, the lovely Anne, and she’d said maybe, but once Harry had twisted his way into her head to describe everything the party wouldn’t be she’d said no.

Luckily for you, your bedroom window was right next to a huge tree - one that you could easily climb onto, up and down. So that’s what you’d done.

As soon as you’d arrived at Will’s you had a drink in your hand. Then another, and another and so on until the point you were at now - wasted. You had originally drunk so much out of spite of Harry, but you ended up trying to the point where you honestly didn’t even notice you were drinking alcohol.

“Y/N get up, c’mon. I need to get you home.” Hannah sighed, looking around to see if anyone was around to help.

“Noooo! Harry will be there and he’ll shout at me.”

“Why? Harry’s nothing but lovely.” Hannah had a not-so-secret secret crush on your brother - as did the whole of your town. And the country. And the world. It was hard living in the shadow of Harry Styles, but you did love him just not when he sucked the fun from the universe.

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You rolled your eyes and kept them shut, just wanting to go to sleep now and the grass seemed comfortable enough.

“You should be so lucky Y/N.” Hannah argued back.

“Sure doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

“You’re so ungrateful, do you know that?” Hannah scoffed, clearly pissed off with your whining antics, “You know what? You can walk yourself home.”

And with that you were left to the front grass, confused as to what you’d done wrong to make her so pissed off so quickly. You thought you were just sharing feelings and having a heart-to-heart, but clearly Hannah found offence to your words. No doubt she was pissed off at you for being a bitch about Harry, but that’s just the way it was. He was your brother. Your famous older brother who adorned the hearts of billions. Sometimes that’s all you ever feel like - ‘the sister of Harry Styles’ - to the point where you just wanted freedom and release. Sure, this was not the healthiest way for release but it did make you forget who you were just for the day. You often felt misunderstood and it was times like this when you could feel a little better.

“Fuck.” You sighed, knowing you’d just pissed off someone else in your life. Now, you’d have to get yourself home and confront your even more pissed off brother, sister and potentially mother. That’s if they were even up. Or if they cared enough.

You’d always felt left behind.

It was no doubt unintentional, but you felt like you were the least cared about in the family. Harry was the golden angel and could do no wrong and Gemma was just a responsible queen, according to mum. You, well… You were the “irresponsible and reckless” one of the bunch according to most media outlets and even your family. Maybe it was true? You never saw yourself as those things, but you could see how the sneaking out and drinking - and at a young age - could be seen as.

You picked yourself up off the floor, stumbling as your head started spinning fast. You felt sick, tired and cold and you hadn’t noticed your nose runny and eyes teary until now. You tugged the sleeves of your long t-shirt down, silently wishing you’d brought a jacket, and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

No charge. Great.

The walk home didn’t take too long, but completely wasted did not make it easy. You bumped into people and got cat-called by hideous and vile men. You felt unsafe, but you kept yourself together and attempted to get home as quickly as possible.

“Fucking pull yourself together.” You talked to yourself as you stood at the bottom of the tree, climbing it the best you could with a cloudy mind. The branches scratched your arms and your legs felt so fatigued, but you were honestly too exhausted to care anymore.

As you clambered through your window the last thing you expected was to see Harry laying on your bed.

“What the fuck!” You screamed from shock at him being there, stumbling over your own legs and falling onto the floor. Harry sat up immediately.

“What do you mean what the fuck? Y/N? What the fuck?” He threw the question back in your face, throwing his arms up in despair.

“Oh please, save your judgement Harry. I don’t need it today.” You gathered yourself from the floor and walked into your en suite bathroom, after switching on the light.

“Where were you huh?” He didn’t cut his questions.

“Out.” You mumbled, throwing cold water over your red and puffy face. Your hands were freezing and your head pounding, so the last thing you needed was Harry yelling at you at how much of a disappointment you were.

“Are you drunk?” He walked into the bathroom, clearly not understanding the meaning of personal space. “Are yo- are you crying?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Tears started welling up in your eyes again.

“What doesn’t matter? Being drunk, you crying, getting home late, sneaking out?”

“None of it!” You snapped, looking at him with so much sadness. “None of it matters. I- I don’t matter.” You sank down on the cold tiled floor, resting your back against the wall opposite the bath. The tears fell and stung you eyes. You embraced your legs with your arms after pulling your knees up to your chest.

Your whole body language screamed to Harry that you were not okay and he was upset for you.

“Y/N..” Your name came out soft and fragile from Harry’s mouth.

“I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” Harry sunk down against the wall next to you, not touching you but close enough for you to know he was there for you. He let you cry until you decided you were alone enough to let him comfort you. You brought your head up and let it rest on Harry’s shoulder, to which he responded by putting his head on top of yours.

“I’m just really tired Harry.” You whimpered, using your long sleeve to wipe your nose dry.

“Of what Y/N/N?”

“Being a nobody.”

“You’re not a nobo—”

“Harry I am—”

“No you’re not.” Harry ended the argument quickly, before continuing. “You’re not a nobody Y/N. You’re my sister and bestest friend in the whole world. I care and worry for you more than anyone. I love you more than anyone, just don’t tell Gem or mum that! I’ve never thought of you as anything but my favourite person and someone I can rely on for my happiness, and I apologise if i’ve taken that for granted recently.”

“It’s okay, thank you.”

“You’re my most important person and i’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but trust me, Y/N, when I say that drinking away your problems, and even rebelling, is not the way to make things better. It always makes it worse.” Harry spoke from personal experience.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I am too.” Harry sighed, kissing the side of your head. “Just worry about you too much to see that sometimes i’m holding you back.”

“I like that you worry about me, it makes me feel important.”

“That’s because you are. Most important person in my life.”

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knuckles-apr · 3 years

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Phantom Troupe road trip hcs

Im on a road trip myself right now. Guess which character is the most autobiographical. Or don’t, you probably don’t care. The characters I don’t care about aren’t here. This was written and posted on mobile, so format might be weird and I didn’t care to fix every mistake. Capitalization isn’t consistent.

**nsfw themes in hisoka’s blurb, it’s at the end and exaggerated for comedy**

Chrollo: Has to pee more than anyone else in the car. He refuses to do it on the side of the road, even though he’s endowed with the right equipment. When everyone yells at him that he just went, he’ll ignore the hate and stare straight ahead. Will insist that hisoka gets the front seat. “Machi, don’t be heartless, he gets carsick”

Feitan: he won’t eat any of his snacks until the drive back. He gets off on everyone else being jealous that he still has food. Gets a window seat with plenty of legroom, cause everyone knows it’s not worth an argument. He’s gonna be sour no matter what. He also is incredibly mean when stops have to be made. To normal people, getting mad at bathroom breaks seems like an incredibly hypocritical thing to do, as we all have to go at some point. But feitan is in no danger of having to pee any time soon. He’s extremely dehydrated. For some fucking reason, idk. In any case, you must decide what’s more important to you: not pissing yourself, or his good opinion.

Phinks: one of the drivers. He will fall asleep if he doesn’t have the bag of pretzels on the middle console at all times. Or at least that’s what he threatens. He’s the one farting, look no further. He and Shalnark are both super pumped to see some hum-dee-dum roadside attraction that no one could give a rat’s ass about. “Guys, come on, it’s the worlds first city in America to have a Hot Dog Mayor, and you’re really trying to rob yourselves of the chance to meet him?”

Shalnark: he’s got the mad libs and the Pringle’s. He also has a bunch of those huge bulky adapters to make sure his PSP and whole ass Wii U will be charged. He’s the one raising the mood in the car and defending chrollo even tho he knows it’s wack that the man pisses this much. His gas station candy choices are super weird; they all have some weird gimmick or overly complicated way to eat it, as well as several different components that double as choking hazards. I’m other words, he buys the “watermelon toilet bomb with a mystery flavor hidden in the bowl! Now in blue flavor!” He could have died on Everest’s summit and have less blue lips.

Shizuku: just does not understand mad libs

Shalnark: ok! I need a plural noun!

Shizuku: Easter Sunday!

Shalnark: ok anyone else

They purposely wait until she’s asleep to play mad libs. She also has to pee a lot, but she’s spared the embarrassment of having to ask every time since they’re already stopping for chrollo. Will unintentionally bring up a super controversial topic of conversation, and not bother to listen to the ensuing havoc. When the dust settles, the rest will realize she’s been asleep for the last hour and a half

Nobunaga: gets stuck with the middle seat every time. He only gets to drive when phinks needs a break. His phone is dead. He forgot his headphones. Uvo borrowed his neck pillow and won’t give it back. He just got a call; his VCR was repossessed. He gets up when they stop at a gas station, and finds out he was sitting on an open Milky Way. His kimono is ruined. His spirit is broken. His excitement to see Ol’ Faithful is the only thing keeping him sane. Wait until someone bothers to tell him they’re not going to Yellowstone

Machi: she gets the front seat every time. Everyone knows that. but somehow, Hisoka got it this time. She sits in the back with her lips as thin as her patience for hisoka’s aux privileges. Unfortunately for everyone, chrollo is a huge fan of They Might be Giants. The same songs are played over and over again the whole trip. Machi weeps as she has to fend for herself in the back against uvo and his aggressive sleep tendencies

Paku: is somehow thriving. Took a fulfilling nap, activated her credit card, and is finally getting around to listening to that album she’s been meaning to get to. This free time is her vacation. She packs light, isn’t any trouble, is quiet for most of the time and is happy to trade seats if someone’s throwing a fit. She’s the ideal travel partner.

Uvo: has a super comfortable neck pillow

Hisoka: He’s almost coming his pants thinking about how mad the rest of the troupe will be when he finally reveals that he left his luggage back home. He doesn’t even like They Might be Giants, he just knows how much machi hates them. He can feel her blood lust from the back and he can hardly contain his boner. Phinks, I say this as a friend, please make sure your pretzel grabbing hand doesn’t stray too far from home

#hxh headcanons #hxh #hunter x hunter #phantom troupe #hxh imagines #hxh chrollo #hisoka #phinks #feitan #shalnark #phantom troupe hcs

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saltybaltic · 3 years

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AYO YOU AMAZING WRITER YOU💖 Can you write an nsfw Natasha x reader sex pollen fic where r goes on a mission with everyone and is the only one that gets hit with the sex pollen and thinks nothing of it until they get back for the debrief and r starts feeling the effects during the meeting with the rest of the avengers in there like the fever and aches and is super turned on and humiliated and everyone is confused trying to figure out what’s wrong then Bruce says the only thing that can help is sex and she picks Nat to help her out? Something super smutty 😳

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - EXPOSURE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: On a mission you seem to be the only one who’s been hit with this air borne drug. Fortunately you have a great team mate to help you through it

Warnings: 18+ content, f/f sex, sex pollen so the usual dub-con for this trope

Words: 2345

You’d really thought nothing of it until you’d gotten off the quinjet. Even the whole journey home you had felt fine, brushing off everyone’s concern with a flick of the wrist as if it was nothing. You really had felt fine. The exposure to the gas back at the enemy base had been minimal, barely a few seconds, and after a brief once over by one of the SHIELD medics, you had been given the all clear that it was probably fine.

It wasn’t until you were walking towards the briefing room to have the post mission meeting that you started to feel anything unusual. Your skin was starting to itch with a burning hotness that was impossible to ignore. When you had parted ways with the team to quickly get changed out of your combat gear before the brief, you had treated yourself to a very cold shower but if anything it only seemed to have made you even more aware of how hot you were feeling. Washing at all was starting to feel like a total waste of time, your hands already clammy with sweat and the hair by your temples beginning to dampen and cling to the side of your head. Your brain felt fuzzy but at that same time it was like you were thinking with perfect clarity. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

Looking around the briefing room as you entered, it was as if you were wearing tinted glasses, everything not quite the way it should be and with a tinge of deep red or orange. You could feel every beat of your pulse against your skull, every hammer of your heart in your chest. Your throat felt dry yet you couldn’t stop running your tongue over your lips to prevent your mouth from watering.

It wasn’t until Natasha sat down beside you that it became apparent that something was very wrong. The smell hit you like a bus and it only intensified everything you were already feeling. It was like your senses had been dialled up threefold. You could take her all in as if it were carefully arranged layers just for you to enjoy; the coconut of her shampoo, the sweet smell of the lotion she’d applied after the shower, the laundry detergent on her fresh clothes, the smell of her perfume.

Maybe it wasn’t the most subtle reaction you could have had if you were hoping not to attract any attention, but jumping up from your seat so violently that your chair fell backwards with a loud crash certainly ensured that everyone’s eyes were now on you.

“Are you okay?” The concerned voice of Bruce from the other side of the room hit you but you could barely focus on what he was saying.

Standing up from her own seat to look at you more closely, Natasha cocked her head to the side as she examined your flushed skin, heavy breathing and blown out pupils. She turned back to the others in the room with a frown, “See, I told you she wasn’t alright.”

“But the medics checked her over.”

“Oh like they know everything.”

“Well they know more than you!”

“It was only a minor exposure and we don’t even know what it was.”

“She said she was feeling fine on the quinjet, I mean this could be something else.”

“Sure, it’s just a huge coincidence that she feels like this after being gassed.”

As the team descended into an argument, you couldn’t really hear what they were saying. Nor, did you care. You felt restless and fidgety, tapping your foot up and down against the ground as you rubbed at your forearms uncomfortably. Your jaw was clenched tight, tilting your head from side to side to work the muscles in your neck as you tried to get your breathing to return to normal. It felt like an adrenaline rush, that feeling that hits you just as the rollercoaster is about to go over the big drop. But it also felt like a hunger, a craving for something like you were a predator that needed to hunt. It was too hard to put your finger on it, too early in the stages of whatever you were feeling to identify it yet.

The sound of someone calling your name broke you from your thoughts, looking up at the rest of the occupants in the room to see them all watching you expectantly.

“What?”

Sitting down by a laptop at the head of the table, Bruce pushed his glasses up his nose as he tapped a few keys before looking up at you, “I’ll have to use the database we have to try and identify what you’ve been exposed to. But I need you to concentrate and answer a few questions okay?”

You nodded your head, closing your eyes momentarily as a wave of heat washed over your body and you tried to remained focused, “Sure, sure, sure let’s do it.”

“So this gas ... could you see it? Did it have a colour?”

It was so hard to focus on the question, your brain working at a million miles a minute but unable to make sense of whatever it was that you were thinking about, “Erm ... I don’t ... it was kind of ... like a greyish blue, I guess.”

“And a smell? Did it have a smell?”

“It was ... sweet. I suppose. Yeah ... but like ... a dessert or something. Like someone had lit a vanilla candle.”

The questions seemed to go on forever, with the occasional interjection from someone else as they tried to help with the answers. Each question narrowed the possibilities down further, Bruce carefully inputting the information into the computer. By the time he got to the bottom of it, you could barely think straight any more, your hands balling into fists as you tried to process the discussion that was taking place around you.

“That’s ridiculous, they don’t actually use that stuff.”

“Well obviously they do because here we are.”

“If they don’t use it then how is it in their files? We only have the information because we took it from them.”

“But there’s never actually been a case of it being used before.”

“Until now.”

“I mean just wanting to have a lot of sex doesn’t sound that bad, there are worse ways to spend an afternoon.”

“Tony! Can you be serious for one second.”

“It isn’t that simple. This is like a real urge. It can be quite uncomfortable for the subject they-“

“The subject?! She has a name you know.”

“But she’s not gonna do anything crazy right?”

“Well no she won’t do anything she wouldn’t usually want to do but the need will be off the charts. It can drive people crazy if they don’t get some sort of relief from it.”

Finally you couldn’t take any more, clearing your throat loudly to get their attention and gesturing towards the door, “Yeah so this is pretty awkward, little embarrassing, bit too intimate to be honest so I think I’m gonna take off.”

“Wait, you should go to the med bay.”

You interrupted Steve’s statement with a laugh, already making your way towards the door as you used all of your willpower to ignore the powerful surge of hormones and need coursing through your body, “What are they gonna do for me there exactly?”

“I dunno, some of those nurses are pretty cute.”

Despite the fact Tony’s joke earned him a disapproving look from almost everyone, you were actually grateful for it, laughing again as you took his words as your cue to escape and hastily left. You were halfway to your room when you heard the sound of feet hitting the ground behind you.

“Wait up.”

God even the sound of her voice was getting too much now.

“Nat. Please, I really really can’t be around you.”

Despite your statement, the red head fell into step just behind you and followed you down the corridor, “I wanted to make sure you got back alright.”

“And while I appreciate that, you’re way too hot to be this close to me.” your eyes fell closed at your words, the effects obviously starting to hit you stronger now as the confession fell freely from your lips. You never spoke to Natasha like this, you wouldn’t have dared on a normal day for fear she’d knock you to ground. Whatever you’d inhaled earlier that day didn’t seem to share your reservations as the arousal started to make itself known.

Natasha pursed her lips, not wanting to embarrass you as she was fairly certain you would never have normally said something like that to her. Certainly not so blasé. “It’s okay. I know this must be ... overwhelming.”

You snorted, “That’s one word for it. But seriously ... I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here.”

“Well I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone.”

Stopping outside your bedroom door, you looked back at the other woman and immediately had to close your eyes and turn your head away instead as a strong pang of arousal hit you, “Jesus.”

“What? Does it hurt?” the concern in Natasha’s voice was obvious, watching you carefully as your eyes bunched closed tighter and you pushed out a shaky breath.

Shaking your head frantically from side to side, you went to grab the door handle from behind the other woman, “It’s uncomfortable. It’s way too intense. I just wanna ... fuck ... I need to get inside ... I need ... I need you to move, please.”

The sensation of Natasha’s hands coming up to rest on your cheeks caused your breath to catch in your throat. It was almost too much, the feeling of her soft skin on yours was like electricity, a shiver travelling the length of your spine and a heavy drop hitting your stomach. One of her thumbs brushed over your cheek before she spoke, “Let me help you.”

When you opened your eyes to look at her, the feeling that came over you was like nothing you’d ever felt before. It was as if someone else had taken control of you, like you were watching from the sidelines as your body acted of it’s own accord. The moment your eyes had locked with Natasha’s, everything you’d been fighting to control took hold of you and in three brisk steps forward you had the other woman caged between the door and your body, one of your hands coming up to rest on the wood beside her head.

“Natasha.” You paused to wet your lips, ignoring the huskiness to your voice as you scrambled around in your head for the smallest ounce of restraint, “You really need to leave now before I do something I can’t take back.”

If you had been expecting any reaction from the other woman, what she actually did would have been somewhere at the bottom of your list. Over the year or so that you’d worked with Natasha you’d had a mostly professional relationship, though that wasn’t to say you weren’t friendly with one another. However the forwardness of her next move was new territory all together.

Moving her hands from your cheeks, she ran them slowly down to either side of your neck. You could do nothing but lean into the gesture, goosebumps rising and flesh searing at the feeling of her fingertips digging into you. You were so lost in the sensation of her touch that you hadn’t realised she’d leaned closer until her hot breath hit the shell of your ear and she spoke in a low whisper, “But just think how good it would feel if you let me help you.”

Her words actually pulled a growl from the back of your throat, the ever growing heat between your thighs magnifying significantly at her words, “Nat ... last warning.”

Instead of backing down, Natasha tilted her head enough that her lips could attach to the side of your neck before speaking again, “Stop fighting it, I know you want me.”

That was enough. You couldn’t have prevented it no matter what had tried to stop you, pushing the door open with one hand as the other gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. Practically falling through the door together, Natasha’s hands found your waist and all you could do was groan at the relief of the full body contact. Feeling the way her breasts pressed up against your chest, her tongue slipping into your mouth, her hands around your waist as yours slipped down to grope at her ass. God it was intoxicating and still you wanted more

If you had any control over the urges that were powering your body you’d probably have wanted to take your time. Your attraction to Natasha wasn’t something you were particularly ashamed of or desperate to hide. However you’d barely got as far as building up a friendship with the red head and so jumping straight into sex seemed like you were skipping a few important steps. Not to mention the fact that you were fairly certain this was not going to be a terribly slow or tender encounter. No. With the way you were already pulling her clothing from her body and tearing at your own, you both knew that this was something else all together.

Fortunately for both parties Natasha really didn’t mind. Of course after Bruce had explained the effects you would be feeling, what else would she be expecting really? But in the time the two of you had been working together she had come to care for you and the idea of you struggling alone wasn’t something she cared for. Also she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about you in a sexual way before, granted she never thought this would be how it happened.

In all your haste to get Natasha undressed you actually fumbled several times with the fastening of her bra, sure that you’d be embarrassed under normal circumstances but currently too frustrated and impatient to care. You were relieved when Natasha wordlessly reached around and undid the clasp herself, throwing the item across the room before wrapping her arms around your body to do the same with your clothing.

You could barely register what was happening as the two of you staggered backwards into your bedroom, barely managing not to trip over the clothing and shoes that you’d discarded on the way. You were too lost in her to bring yourself to care about being careful. Just kissing her was absolute heaven. Her tongue sliding over yours, lips working frantically together. You had expected Natasha to be a good kisser and maybe it was just the effects of what you had been exposed to but it was like a sparks were flying, a warm wave washing over your body and a pang of arousal with every soft moan from the red head that vibrated against your lips. The way she would occasionally suck your tongue more harshly into her mouth made you feel wobbly on your feet, and the sensation of her nipping your lower lip between her teeth had you desperate for more.

It didn’t take long for you to be pinned on the mattress beneath her, both naked now and lips still moulded together as she settled herself on top of you. Already you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against her thigh, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that had started to build. If anything you needed it more now, the arousal bordering on uncomfortable as you became acutely aware of just how wet you were against Natasha’s thigh.

The other woman didn’t need to be told, evidence of your arousal already coating her skin. She finally broke the kiss to lean down, but she had barely attached her lips to one of your nipples when you pulled her back up with a frantic shake of your head and a groan, “Please Nat, I can’t wait any longer, just fuck me already, please.”

You felt on the verge of crying you wanted it so bad, the whole experience completely foreign to you. It was bizarre to be overwhelmed with such a primal, animalistic need. Every time you found yourself in bed with a woman you enjoyed everything about it; lavishing her body with attention, the anticipation, the teasing, wanting to take her to the heights of pleasure over and over. This was nothing like that at all. You really just wanted to fuck. More than anything you wanted to come and you were fairly certain if you didn’t soon then it would be the death of you.

Nodding her head in understanding, Natasha pressed her lips to yours again as she propped herself up on one of her elbows, “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

You were so soaked by now her fingers slipped easily inside of you and all you could do was lie back and release a loud moan. You weren’t sure whether it was in relief or pleasure but either way you were certain that Natasha’s fingers had to be one of the most wonderful things you’d ever felt in your life. Just one thrust of her digits already had your fingers grabbing at the sheets below you, heels digging into the mattress and head thrown back against the pillow in bliss as finally, finally you were given what you had been craving.

“Good?” asked Natasha, her fingers having stilled inside of you almost immediately as she waited for some kind of signal from you that what she was doing was definitely what you wanted.

Nodding your head hurriedly, you brought her mouth down to meet yours again, mumbling frantically against her lips between kisses, “So fucking good ... keep going.”

Natasha grinned, happy to oblige as she started to move her hand again and picked up a steady pace. Almost immediately your hips were moving of their own accord to match her, grinding down against her fingers as she worked them inside of you. Every thrust was heaven, the woman above you seemingly knowing exactly what you needed as she began to push into you harder and faster with each stroke.

Everything about it was satisfying the urges that had been threatening to overwhelm you. The brush of her hardened nipples against your chest as she moved above you. The frantic pants for breath into your mouth between heated and messy kisses. The intensity of how she was watching you and the subtle smirk on her lips as she knew how much you were enjoying what she was doing. When her thumb came up to brush over your clit you wanted to be embarrassed at the groan of pleasure that rang out in the room but you were too far gone now to care.

All of it was perfect. She was perfect. You could feel your head getting foggy, that faint twitch to your limbs as the pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach. As you tightened around Natasha’s fingers you craved the release that you knew was so close. The way her eyes were locked on you almost made you melt under her gaze, the darkened green eyes and pink tinged cheeks making sure you definitely wanted to have your way with her after this.

You could feel it happening, allowing the sensation of your orgasm to consume you as it started to hit with another brush of your clit and a curl of Natasha’s fingers. A loud cry of her name echoed off the walls at the action, your teeth sinking into the side of her neck in a failed attempt to muffle the noise. You couldn’t catch your breath at the feeling of satisfaction that finally swept over your body, hands gripping at her shoulders and toes curling into the mattress as you relished the moment. Your thighs quivered slightly and you could feel your pussy clenching around Natasha’s fingers, the red head groaning in quiet appreciation at the sensation. It was exactly what you needed.

And just as her fingers were beginning to still, you could already feel the arousal rising again. The tingles of pleasure had barely subsided and you hadn’t even had a chance to catch your breath before you were hungry for more. Natasha seemed to notice it at the same time you did, not missing the way your eyes had clouded over with lust again.

You were filled with relief when you caught her smirking and her fingers started to slowly move again.

Yeah, Natasha was definitely the right person to help you with this problem.

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Ten Things We Hate About Trad Pub

Often when I say “I’ve started a small press; we publish the works of those who have trouble breaking into traditional publishing!” what people seem to hear is “me and a bunch of sad saps couldn’t sell our books in the Real World so we’ve made our own place with lower standards.” For those with minimal understanding of traditional publishing (trad pub), this reaction is perhaps understandable? But, truly, there are many things to hate about traditional publishing (and, don’t get me wrong - there are things to love about trad pub, too, but that’s not what this list is about) and it’s entirely reasonable for even highly accomplished authors to have no interest in running the gauntlet of genre restrictions, editorial control, hazing, long waits, and more, that make trad pub at best, um, challenging, and at worst, utterly inaccessible to many authors - even excellent ones.

Written in collaboration with @jhoomwrites, with input from @ramblingandpie, here is a list of ten things that we at Duck Prints Press detest about trad pub, why we hate it, and why/how we think things should be different!

(Needless to say, part of why we created Duck Prints Press was to...not do any of these things... so if you’re a writer looking for a publishing home, and you hate these things, too, and want to write with a Press that doesn’t do them...maybe come say hi?)

1. Work lengths dictated by genre and/or author experience.

Romance novels can’t be longer than 90,000 words or they won’t sell! New authors shouldn’t try to market a novel longer than 100,000 words!

A good story is a good story is a good story. Longer genre works give authors the chance to explore their themes and develop their plots. How often an author has been published shouldn’t put a cap on the length of their work.

2. Editors assert control of story events...except when they don’t.

If you don’t change this plot point, the book won’t market well. Oh, you’re a ten-time bestseller? Write whatever you want, even if it doesn’t make sense we know people will buy it.

Sometimes, a beta or an editor will point out that an aspect of a story doesn’t work - because it’s nonsensical, illogical, Deus ex Machina, etc. - and in those cases it’s of course reasonable for an editor to say, “This doesn’t work and we recommend changing it, for these reasons…” However, when that list of reasons begins and ends with, “...because it won’t sell…” that’s a problem, especially because this is so often applied as a double standard. We’ve all read bestsellers with major plot issues, but those authors get a “bye” because editors don’t want to exert to heavy a hand and risk a proven seller, but with a new, less experienced, or worse-selling author, the gloves come off (even though evidence suggests time and again that publishers’ ability to predict what will sell well is at best low and at worst nonexistent.)

3. A billion rejection letters as a required rite of passage (especially when the letters aren't helpful in pinpointing why a work has been rejected or how the author can improve).

Well, my first book was rejected by a hundred Presses before it was accepted! How many rejection letters did you get before you got a bite? What, only one or two? Oh…

How often one succeeds or fails to get published shouldn’t be treated as a form of hazing, and we all know that how often someone gets rejected or accepted has essentially no bearing on how good a writer they are. Plenty of schlock goes out into the world after being accepted on the first or second try...and so does plenty of good stuff! Likewise, plenty of schlock will get rejected 100 times but due to persistence, luck, circumstances, whatever, finally find a home, and plenty of good stuff will also get rejected 100 times before being publishing. Rejections (or lack there of) as a point of pride or as a means of judging others needs to die as a rite of passage among authors.

4. Query letters, for so many reasons.

Summarize all your hard work in a single page! Tell us who you’re like as an author and what books your story is like, so we can gauge how well it’ll sell based on two sentences about it! Format it exactly the way we say or we won’t even consider you!

For publishers, agents, and editors who have slush piles as tall as Mount Everest...we get it. There has to be a way to differentiate. We don’t blame you. Every creative writing class, NaNoWriMo pep talk, and college lit department combine to send out hundreds of thousands of people who think all they need to do to become the next Ernest Hemingway is string a sentence together. There has to be some way to sort through that pile...but God, can’t there be a better way than query letters? Especially since even with query letters being used it often takes months or years to hear back, and...

5. "Simultaneous submissions prohibited.”

No, we don’t know when we’ll get to your query, but we’ll throw it out instantly if you have the audacity to shop around while you wait for us.

The combination of “no simultaneous submissions” with the query letter bottleneck makes success slow and arduous. It disadvantages everyone who aims to write full-time but doesn’t have another income source (their own, or a parents’, or a spouse’s, or, or or). The result is that entire classes of people are edged out of publishing solely because the process, especially for writers early in their career, moves so glacially that people have to earn a living while they wait, and it’s so hard to, for example, work two jobs and raise a family and also somehow find the time to write. Especially considering that the standard advice for dealing with “no simultaneous submissions” is “just write something else while you wait!” ...the whole system screams privilege.

6. Genres are boxes that must be fit into and adhered to.

Your protagonist is 18? Then obviously your book is Young Adult. It doesn’t matter how smutty your book is, erotica books must have sex within the first three chapters, ideally in the first chapter. Sorry, we’re a fantasy publisher, if you have a technological element you don’t belong here…

While some genre boxes have been becoming more like mesh cages of late, with some flow of content allowed in and out, many remain stiff prisons that constrict the kinds of stories people can tell. Even basic cross-genre works often struggle to find a place, and there’s no reason for it beyond “if we can’t pigeon-hole a story, it’s harder to sell.” This edges out many innovative, creative works. It also disadvantages people who aren’t as familiar with genre rules. And don’t get me wrong - this isn’t an argument that, for example, the romance genre would be improved by opening up to stories that don’t have “happily ever afters.” Instead, it’s pointing out - there should also be a home for, say, a space opera with a side romance, an erotica scene, and a happily-for-now ending. Occasionally, works breakthrough, but for the most part stories that don’t conform never see the light of day (or, they do, but only after Point 2 - trad pub editors insist that the elements most “outside” the box be removed or revised).

7. The lines between romance and erotica are arbitrary, random, and hetero- and cis-normative.

This modern romance novel won’t sell if it doesn’t have an explicit sex scene, but God forbid you call a penis a penis. Oh, no, this is far too explicit, even though the book only has one mlm sex scene, this is erotica.

The difference between “romance” and “erotica” might not matter so much if not for the stigmas attached to erotica and the huge difference in marketability and audience. The difference between “romance” and “erotica” also might not matter so much if not for the fact that, so often, even incredibly raunchy stories that feature cis straight male/cis straight female sex scenes are shelved as romance, but the moment the sex is between people of the same gender, and/or a trans or genderqueer person is involved, and/or the relationship is polyamorous, and/or the characters involved are literally anything other than a cis straight male pleasuring a cis straight female in a “standard” way (cunnilingus welcome, pegging need not apply)...then the story is erotica. Two identical stories will get assigned different genres based on who the people having sex are, and also based on the “skill” of the author to use ludicrous euphemisms (instead of just...calling body parts what they’re called…), and it’s insane. Non-con can be a “romance” novel, even if it’s graphically described. “50 Shades of Gray” can sell millions of copies, even containing BDSM. But the word “vagina” gets used once...bam, erotica. (Seriously, the only standard that should matter is the Envelope Analogy).

8. Authors are expected to do a lot of their own legwork (eg advertising) but then don't reap the benefits.

Okay, so, you’re going to get an advance of $2,500 on this, your first novel, and a royalty rate of 5% if and only if your advance sells out...so you’d better get out there and market! Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a following? Guess you’re never selling out your advance…

Trad pub can generally be relied on to do some marketing - so this item is perhaps better seen as an indictment of more mid-sized Presses - but, basically, if an author has to do the majority of the work themselves, then why aren’t they getting paid more? What’s the actual benefit to going the large press/trad pub route if it’s not going to get the book into more hands? It’s especially strange that this continues to be a major issue when self-publishing (which also requires doing one’s own marketing) garners 60%+ royalty rates. Yes, the author doesn’t get an advance, and they don’t get the cache of ~well I was published by…~, but considering some Presses require parts of advances to get paid back if the initial run doesn’t sell out, and cache doesn’t put food on the table...pay models have really, really got to change.

9. Fanfiction writing doesn't count as writing experience

Hey there Basic White Dude, we see you’ve graduated summa cum laude from A Big Fancy Expensive School. Of course we’ll set you up to publish your first novel you haven’t actually quite finished writing yet. Oh, Fanperson, you’ve written 15 novels for your favorite fandom in the last 4 years? Get to the back of the line!

Do I really need to explain this? The only way to get better at writing is to write. Placing fanfiction on official trad pub “do not interact” lists is idiotic, especially considering many of the other items on this list. (They know how to engage readers! They have existing followings! They understand genre and tropes!) Being a fanfiction writer should absolutely be a marketable “I am a writer” skill. Nuff said. (To be clear, I’m not saying publishers should publish fanfiction, I’m saying that being a fanfiction writer is relevant and important experience that should be given weight when considering an author’s qualifications, similar to, say, publishing in a university’s quarterly.)

10. Tagging conventions (read: lack thereof).

Oh, did I trigger you? Hahahaha. Good luck with that.

We rate movies so that people can avoid content they don’t like. Same with TV shows and video games. Increasingly, those ratings aren’t just “R - adult audiences,” either; they contain information about the nature of the story elements that have led to the rating (“blood and gore,” “alcohol reference,” “cartoon violence,” “drug reference,” “sexual violence,” “use of tobacco,” and many, many more). So why is it that I can read a book and, without warning, be surprised by incest, rape, graphic violence, explicit language, glorification of drug and alcohol use, and so so much more? That it’s left to readers to look up spoilers to ensure that they’re not exposed to content that could be upsetting or inappropriate for their children or, or, or, is insane. So often, too, authors cling to “but we don’t want to give away our story,” as if video game makes and other media makers do want to give away their stories. This shouldn’t be about author egos or ~originality~ (as if that’s even a thing)...it should be about helping readers make informed purchasing decisions. It’s way, way past time that major market books include content warnings.

Thank you for joining us, this has been our extended rant about how frustrated we are with traditional publishing. Helpful? No. Cathartic? Most definitely yes. 🤣

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Relationship Firsts || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari (500 Followers Special)

500 Followers Special

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

Summary: How all the ‘firsts’ (first date, first kiss etc.) of your relationship happened

Word Count: 5.3k

Notes: All of the ‘first dates’ occur before they move into the dorms

A/n: I hit 500 followers a few days ago and I want to thank you guys so much, I really didn’t think I would even hit 100 in this amount of time and it means a lot. I didn’t really have any good ideas for what to do for it, so I just did this set of headcanons about all of the ‘firsts’, it was the best thing that I could think of. Again, thank you for all of the support! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

First Date

Your first date happened a few days after Izuku confessed his feelings for you, outside of U.A., after class, and you two exchanged numbers

He decided to go kind of classic and take you on a date to a cafe that you had mentioned you liked

To say he was nervous would be an understatement, he was terrified

What if he messed up and said something dumb? What if he got food all over his face and looked dumb? What if you didn’t like how he dressed?

He met you at your house and you two walked to the cafe together, the whole time you were going on about something, since Izuku wasn’t really saying much

He kept responding with nervous smiles, and short answers, and his face kept turning red

Just as he was about to open the door to the cafe, you stopped him to say something first

“I just wanted to tell you that you don’t have to be so nervous, I’m not going to judge you or anything.”

With that, you opened the door the cafe and held it open so that he could come in

Lunch at the cafe went pretty good, with your reassurance, Izuku was a little more confident and you two ended up having a good time, laughing and even making up your first inside joke together

He walked you home afterwards, where you asked him if he wanted to be your boyfriend, since he was obviously too nervous to ask you

First Kiss

If you think that there’s any way that Izuku is initiating the first kiss, then you are one hundred percent wrong, he’s way too nervous to do anything like that, he could barely even hold your hand without turning into a blushing mess

The two of you were on a stargazing date, and you two were sitting in a field, on a blanket, sitting up and pointing out constellations

Izuku was going on about the history of some constellation, and he just looked so cute rambling on about how it got its name, and some old tale about how it happened, and you decided that you wanted to kiss him, so you did

He sat there in shock for a minute, before coming to his senses and lightly kissing you back

His face was red as you pulled back and gave him a small smile, blushing slightly, before speaking again, “What was that you were saying about the stars?”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You were over at his dorm, late at night, and he was helping you study for a test

He took note of your tired expression, and the fact that you had yawned ten times in the past half hour, before deciding you two should call it quits for the night

“Okay, I think that’s enough, you can go back to your room, Y/n.”

“But I’m too tired to walk there,” you complained, moving from your spot on his floor, to his bed. You pulled the fluffy All Might blanket, that you had gotten for him a few weeks ago, over yourself before speaking again, “Can I stay the night here?”

“But, Y-Y/n, if we get caught-”

“We won’t, besides it’s not like we’re doing anything like that,” you replied, before pulling your arms from under the blanket and holding them out to Izuku, “Please?”

With a sigh, he shut your textbooks and sat them on his desk, he tried to hide his blush as he shut off the light and turned his lamp on, before crawling into bed with you

You immediately latched onto his midsection and buried your head in his chest

“Do you want the lamp off? Or are you scared of the dark? Are you too cold? Too hot? I can turn a fan on, or I have more blank-”

“Izuku, I’m fine, just go to sleep, baby.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to what he was saying to you

You two were in the kitchen, baking a cake for one of his friend’s birthdays, when you needed to leave to go to your door and grab something

“I’m going to go grab something, be right back,” you said, leaning in and leaving a kiss on Izuku’s cheek. He was rereading over the cake recipe on his phone, as you began walking away

“Okay, I love you,” he said, and you stopped dead in your tracks

You noticed he wasn’t freaking out and must not have realized what he had said, as you smiled to yourself, “I love you too, Izuku.”

He had picked up his juice box to get a drink and he almost spit the juice right back out at your words. He swallowed, before turning to you, eyes wide and face red

“You what!?”

First Anniversary

Izuku started planning for your one year anniversary probably two months in advance

He was planning on taking you to the cafe you went on your first date to, but he wanted to spend the whole day with you, so he had a bunch of other stuff planned

He made a list of all the places you two had your best memories at, before scheduling a whole day for you two to do stuff on

He told you in advance not to plan anything for the two of you to do, since he was planning a whole day, and at first, you objected, but you eventually agreed when he promised you that you could plan next years anniversary

The first thing he did was wake you up and the two of you made your favorite breakfast together, before getting ready for the day

He took you to a bunch of places where you two had good memories at, and then you went to the cafe for lunch, then spent the rest of the day doing other fun things that Izuku had planned

The night ended with you two in his dorm room, cuddling, right after you two gave your gifts

Since Izuku banned you from planning anything, you made up for it by getting him a bunch of All Might merch, a cute little collage with photos of you two on it, and a basket with his favorite candies

And he got you a few things that you’d been wanting, along with matching rings, they were simple bands but his was green, with your first name carved into it, and yours was f/c with Izuku’s first name carved into it

Katsuki Bakugou:

First Date

Your first date with Katsuki was sort of an accident

You had went out with the whole Bakusquad, but they all ending up ‘having something come up’ and they had to leave, leaving only you and Katsuki (You later found out that they set the whole thing up but that’s a story for another day)

You two ended up going to the arcade together, and Bakugou accidentally blurted out that he had feelings for you before you two went inside, so he decided to turn it into a date

You two spent the day playing games together, before he eventually convinced you to let him take you out for dinner that night

You two went to your favorite restaurant

During the date, the waiter ending up flirting with you the whole time, which pissed Katsuki off

He ended up going off on the waiter, and the manager ended up giving you your meals free after a huge argument (Katsuki doing a lot of the yelling)

During the whole ordeal, Katsuki ended up referring to you as his ‘significant other’ and you asked him about it afterwards

“Well, are you not? I like you, you like me, are we not dating?”

You were in fact, not dating, but you were dating twenty seconds later

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened during a little argument

It wasn’t too bad, and you weren’t really that mad, but you were still ranting to Katsuki about something he had done wrong and how ‘he better not do it again or you would beat his ass’

He ended up finding you going off on him, very attractive, since it was obvious that you really weren’t too mad about whatever he did

So, he leaned in and kissed your lips

You jumped in surprise, from the sudden feeling and impact of his lips on yours, but you got over it quickly and kissed him back

The kiss was kind of rough, and Katsuki really didn’t know what he was doing, but it wasn’t absolutely terrible

You two pulled away, and Katsuki smirked, “You’re hot when you threaten to kick my ass.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You hesitantly made your way down the hallway and towards Katsuki’s dorm room

You had a blanket draped over your shoulders as you knocked on the door and hoped that Katsuki would answer it for you

You had a nightmare and really didn’t want to be alone right then

You heard some fumbling inside, along with a string of curses, and then the light flicked on, before the door opened

“Why the hell-” Katsuki stopped, when he saw how upset you looked, “Woah, hey, what’s with that face? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” You asked, looking at him with pleading eyes

“Dumbass, you know I-”

“Please, Katsuki,” you begged and he sighed, putting away his soft and concerned voice, and opening the door before speaking

“Go lay down, I need to make sure nobody saw your dumb ass.”

You laid in his bed and patiently waited

“Everybody’s still asleep, you’re lucky,” Katsuki said, grabbing his pillow and going to sleep on the floor

“No, sleep beside me,” you said, and he was about to protest, but instead he sighed

“I’m too fucking tired for this shit.” He crawled in bed, beside you and pulled you up against him, making sure you were comfy, before closing his eyes and trying to get some sleep

First “I love you”

You said it first, while you were apologizing for starting a fight with him over something dumb

You had just had a bad day and snapped at him and yelled at him for no good reason

“Look, Katsuki, I’m really sorry, I just had a bad day. You know that I love you and I didn’t mean what I said, and-”

“What?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow, his cheeks were slightly tinted red, “You love me?”

“Shit,” you said, your eyes going wide when you realized what you had admitted, “Sorry, that was too soon and sudden and I-”

“Don’t be a dumbass, I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Your first anniversary was one of the only times that Katsuki had acted sweet and caring

You had stayed over the night before, so you woke up in his arms, and he cuddled with you for a while, before he finally let you go and get breakfast

You brought the food back to his dorm and you two ate together, before he made you get dressed, and you two went out

He took you to see a new movie that just came to theaters, and then you two got lunch, before going back to the dorms

When you got there, he let you get dressed in to comfier stuff, before the two of you binge watched your favorite show together

Katsuki wasn’t a huge fan of the show, so he complained every once and a while, but he didn’t totally refuse to watch it, but only because you wanted to watch it

But if you asked him why he still watched it, he would have claimed that you would have complained a ton if he didn’t watch it with you

Then for dinner, you two made a meal together and ate together, before going back to his dorm, where you two just hung out together for the rest of the day

For gifts, he got you some chocolates and a new outfit, and you got him a gift card that he can use anywhere, along with a framed photo of the two of you on a date somewhere (Katsuki wouldn’t admit it, but he keeps the photo of you two in his closet, because he doesn’t want somebody to accidentally break it, and he’ll take it out whenever he misses you)

Eijiro Kirishima:

First Date

For the first date, Kirishima took you to the zoo

As far as confessions, and asking you out went, he just pulled you aside after class and nervously admitted that he had a huge crush on you and wanted to take you on a date

You agreed, before you two exchanged numbers, and he told you that he would text you with all of the details and he did, later that night

When the day came, he met you outside of your house and you two walked to the zoo

He brought a backpack with tons of water, since it was hot out that day, along with snacks and lunch for you two, since the food at the zoo was pretty expensive (He asked you what snacks and food you liked prior to the day)

He also low key saved up his money for months to be able to take you on this date and pay for the whole thing, and he refuses to let you pay for anything because “It’s not manly to make your date pay for themselves”

He asks to take various pictures of you two throughout the day, because he wants memories, but if you don’t like photos he’s not going to make you feel bad for not wanting to take any (He’d like if you would take at least one with him tho)

You two ended up in the gift shop, where he insisted on buying you two some stuff, so you both ended up with matching shirts that had the zoo’s name on it, along with matching reusable water bottles, and he also bought you a plushie of your favorite zoo animal, as well as a little key chain with zoo’s name on it for himself

After you two got done at the zoo, he walked you home, and offered you the leftover snacks, before giving you a kiss on the cheek and offering to take you on another date

You two went on a few more dates, before he worked up the courage to ask you out

First Kiss

Your first kiss happened when the two of you were having a little date night in his dorm

Whenever you two had ‘at home’ date nights, you two normally just got takeout together, and did whatever you felt like doing, whether it was cuddling and watching something, or playing video/board games together, you two just did something that was easy, cheap, and fun to do

This particular night, the two of you had played some video games together (or if you’re not into video games, you just watched him play them, and you two talked while he played them), before you started watching Kirishima’s favorite movie, since you had watched your favorite, last date night

You were laying up against a pillow, and resting your legs over Kirishima’s lap, and you were beginning to fall asleep

Kirishima had been wanting to kiss you for a few days at that point, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or go too quickly for you, since you had only been dating for about three weeks at the time

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima spoke up, causing you to open your eyes slightly, before yawning

“Yeah, Kiri? What’s up?” You asked, obviously trying not to fall asleep

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, causing you to wake right up, your eyes went wide and your face began heating up, before you finally found your voice

“Sure, if you want to,” you replied, and he wasted no time in leaning in, he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, before finally kissing your lips

When you pulled away, you were both blushing, but Kirishima still pulled you to his chest and cuddled you, while continuing to watch the movie

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

Instead of you having a nightmare, like in Bakugou’s, Kirishima had a nightmare, about losing you

So, the first thing that he did when he woke up, was quietly (or try to, at least), run to your dorm room to check on you

He knocked three times, very quickly

If you’re a light sleeper, then you got up and let him in, but if you’re a heavy sleeper, he used the key you gave him to open your door and let himself in

Either way, somehow he ended up in your bed, with you gently comforting him and running your hands through his hair, trying to get him to calm down, since you were clearly doing just fine

“Shh, it’s okay, Eijiro. I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” you said, pressing your cheek up against his head, as he let out a few tears

He pulled away after a while, and apologized for bothering you (and wetting your night shirt)

You told him it was fine, before asking him if he wanted to stay the night with you

And there was no way in hell that he was refusing that offer, so he shut off your lamp for you, before cuddling up beside you and falling asleep with you

First “I love you”

He realized he loved you and he wanted his confession to be absolutely perfect

So, he took you out for dinner, before the two of you ended up, in a field, looking at the stars

“Hey, Y/n?” Kirishima hesitantly asked, causing you to look from the stars to your red haired boyfriend

“Yeah?” You replied and before he could say anything, you frowned and spoke again, “Is something wrong? You look nervous.”

“Oh, no,” he replied, giving you a reassuring smile, “I am nervous, but nothing’s wrong. Everything’s pretty good actually, but I have something to tell you.”

“Go ahead,” you said, wanting him to spit out whatever he needed to tell you. He took your hands in his own, before taking a deep breath

“I love you, Y/n, I have for a while now.”

You smiled, and leaned in, giving him a kiss before speaking again, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

Like the other boys, he wanted the first anniversary to go perfectly, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy with the day that he had planned so he asked you ahead of time if there was anything specific that you had been wanting to do

After telling him a few things, he added them to the list of activities he could plan for the day

He added most of what you had asked to do, but he put in a few surprises that you two hadn’t discussed as well

That day, he let you sleep in as long as you wanted, before taking you to get breakfast somewhere

After you two got done getting breakfast, he took you somewhere that you wanted to go for a few hours and then you two got lunch at a fast food restaurant

You ate the food as you walked to your next destination, which was the mall, and threw your wrappers away when you got there

After that, he took you to various shops that you wanted to go in, but he surprised you, by bringing you into Build-a-Bear with him

The two of you split up, and you each made each other a bear and each put your voice into them

After that, you two got dinner together, at where ever you wanted to go, you two went home and spent the rest of the night together

Along with whatever you two got at the mall, Kirishima got you a bottle of whatever perfume/cologne you wore, as well as some candy, and something that you had been wanting

You got Kirishima a new hoodie and a little handwritten note, because you knew he liked hand made stuff more than actual gifts

Shoto Todoroki:

First Date

He asked you out by just walking up to you after class ended and saying with the straightest face ever, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He was low key really nervous about your answer, and he had been since he realized his crush on you and he was thrilled that you said yes

He told you that he would pick you up that Friday around seven and to dress nice

So, that’s exactly what you did

He picked you up from your house, right on time, and you two went to a fancy restaurant together

He was dressed all fancy and you thought that he looked absolutely perfect in something other than his school uniform, even if it was just as formal

The two of you had a pretty good night, and he made sure that you liked the food and that it was good enough for you

If the food wasn’t good enough, and you didn’t like it, but you didn’t like speaking up about stuff like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to speak up for you and politely ask them to remake your food

This man tipped like one hundred dollars, and the waitress was like freaking out

Then you went home, where he said goodbye to you, before asking if you wanted to be his significant other

First Kiss

In the beginning, Todoroki was very awkward with physical affection, so your first kiss is probably going have to happen a few months into the relationship

You two were pretty open about physical affection at that point, and he had no problem admitting when he wanted your affection and he would even initiate it himself, at certain times

And Todoroki was the absolute cutest when he would ask for your affection

The the day that you had your first kiss, he was sitting on your bed, waiting for you to get back from your training session with one of your friends

You came in, and your boyfriend looked up from his phone, before immediately setting it down and holding his arms out to you, before saying one word, “Cuddles.”

“Sho, not right now, I need to go shower first. I’m all sweaty,” you replied, setting your water bottle down, and walking over to your dresser to get clean clothes out

Shoto stood up, and grabbed your wrist, ignoring your protests, knowing that you really didn’t mind, before dragging you over to your bed and forcing you to cuddle with him

“Now I’m going to have to wash my sheets,” you mumbled, accepting the affection. Shoto ignored the statement, and sighed in contentment

You thought he looked very cute, so you leaned up and kissed his lips, before pulling back and burying your face in his chest to avoid his surprised eyes on you

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

It happened one night when you two got back from a long day and neither of you felt like walking to your room, so you both just crashed on the couch

“Shouldn’t we go to our rooms?” Shoto asked, as you and him had been laying there for about five minutes

You two originally planned to just take a small rest there, before going to your rooms, but you two really didn’t feel like getting up

“No,” you replied, “We can just sleep here.”

“Okay,” Shoto replied, closing his eyes and going to go to sleep

The next morning the two of you woke up to various members of class 1-A snapping photos of you

First “I love you”

He’s very calm about it, and he doesn’t think that saying it’s a big deal

So, he said it the very moment that he realized he loved you

He realized it during a cuddle session, so he said it, “I love you.”

“What?” You asked, head shooting up from his chest to make sure that you had heard him right

“I love you.”

You tried to put down the internal feeling of freaking out, before speaking, “I love you too, Shoto.”

First Anniversary

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do for an anniversary, so he asked Midoriya for advice on what he was supposed to do

Midoriya just told him to take you on a date and get you a gift, so that’s exactly what Shoto did

He took you to the mall to have a ‘shopping date’ as he called it, and he bought you whatever you wanted

But he knew you wouldn’t get every single thing you wanted, because you didn’t want to waste his money

So, he started paying attention to everything that you looked at and your face when you saw the price tag

He knew if you were looking at the price tag, that you probably wanted it, but he only grabbed it to buy for you if you made a weird face when you saw the price tag, since he could tell that you only put it back because it cost too much

After your shopping trip, the two of you got lunch together, before going to the ice cream shop together and getting ice cream

After that, you two went back to the dorms and spent the rest of the day together

You made him soba for dinner, since you felt bad for spending so much of his money, even if he was alright with it

Then, after dinner, you two exchanged gifts

He gave you all the stuff you put back because it was too expensive as well as some type of expensive jewelry, and a card with a cute little note

And you got him a photo album of the two of you, since buying him a gift wouldn’t make much sense, since he could pretty much buy whatever he wanted

Denki Kaminari:

First Date

Denki flirted with you CONSTANTLY, before he finally asked you out an actual date

This was mostly due to the fact that you were always so sweet when he was flirting and sometimes you even flirted back, but he highly doubted that anybody could like him back, so he was scared that your whole flirting thing would go away once he asked you out

But after getting talked to by Kirishima, about how he should just tell you how he feels, Denki finally asked you out on a date

He was pretty surprised that you actually said yes, but he wasn’t complaining

You two ended up going to a movie together

During the movie, he kept ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand against yours whenever you put your hand into the popcorn bucket, and eventually towards the end of the movie, he actually held your hand, since it was obvious that you wouldn’t mind

After the movie was over, you two ended up going into the gaming store at your local mall and you guys looked at all of the stuff, but you didn’t end up buying anything, since you were both broke and could barely afford the movie (Even though he was broke, he insisted on buying the tickets, but he let you pay for the popcorn)

During your walk home, he admitted that he had a lot of fun, as well as admitted that he wanted you to be his significant other and he got really surprised when you actually said yes and said that you wanted to date him as well

First Kiss

Denki has no self control (unless you tell him to stop), so he’s probably going to kiss you pretty early on in the relationship

It wasn’t really anything special, you and Denki were on your second date

You two were in the park, just as it was getting dark, eating ice cream together as you watched the sunset

You were sitting side by side, when Denki spoke up

“You have something on your face.”

“Oh, do I?” You asked, going to grab some napkins from your bag, but you were interrupted by Denki smashing his lips up against yours

You made a sound of surprise, but you kissed him right back

He pulled away, licking his lips, and spoke again, “Got it.”

First Time Falling Asleep With Them

You two were in his dorm and you were waiting for him to finish playing his video games so that the two of you could cuddle, before you went back to your dorm

“Are you almost done, Denki?” You questioned, laying on your stomach on his bed, glancing over to see him still playing a game on his computer

“Yeah,” Denki replied, “You can just go back to your dorm for the night, if you want.”

“No, I want to cuddle,” you replied, with a yawn

“Okay, one more round,” Denki responded, going back to focusing on his computer screen

He finished the round and took off his head set, before turning to the bed, “Okay, I’m all-”

He paused when he saw you fast asleep, your head resting on his pillow

He smiled, before turning the light off and crawling into bed beside you, “Night, Y/n.”

First “I love you”

He said it first, but he was pretty nervous about saying it

Sure, he flirted with you and showed physical affection to you all the time, but he’s never admitted that he loved somebody before (unless they were family, of course)

He knew that he loved you for a while, he just had to work up the courage to say it to you

So, he would practice saying it to you after you fell asleep, which was sort of dumb on his part but he never thought that you would be awake when he said it

And you were just about to fall asleep in Denki’s arms when you heard him say, “I love you, Y/n. Goodnight.”

“What?” You asked, your eyes opening when you realized what he said, you felt him jump from behind you as you readjusted and turned to your other side, “What did you just say?”

“Um, I love you?” He asked, sounding unsure of himself

You smiled at his works, before leaning in and leaving a kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

First Anniversary

He planned probably like a week in advance what you two were going to do

He asked his friends for advice on what to do and one of them said that he should take you to see the movie that you saw on your first date, but obviously since it’s been a whole year it’s not in theaters anymore, so that wasn’t an option

Instead, he planned a whole day of you two just hanging out in his dorm and ordering take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner

The two of you exchanged gifts first thing in the morning

He got you some type of jewelry, some chocolates, and a new hoodie, and you got him a new (and expensive) video game that he wanted but didn’t have enough money to buy

Then you two just spent the rest of the day inside, doing whatever you felt like

You two ended up watching movies, T.V. shows, you two played video games for a while, cuddled, and just basically hung out

He also refused to let anybody interrupt the whole day, so if any of his friends knocked on his door, he told them that you two were having a day together, before slamming the door in their face

Finally, at the end of the day, you two cuddled up and recounted all of the memories of the past year, before finally, falling asleep next to each other

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(im so sorry i took so long.... i turned a drabble into a story... oops)

Johnny Suh had a reputation that was unmatched.

There was no other way to put it.

And a reputation like his left trails of tears.

A pool of tears that you were currently drowning in.

It was obvious Johnny was dangerous, perhaps that’s why you were drawn to him. While every single one of your instincts had you fighting and rejecting him, you were desperate for him all the more.

It was March 13th that you lost your first will.

“Y/N, right?”

You turned around to find a familiar face towering over you.

“Yeah.”

It was that stupid smile that had you.

“Hey, we have have Communications together. I was wondering if you wanted to do that project together?” He scratched the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. “I just know that you’re insanely smart so... Sorry, wait, that sounds like I’m just talking to you for your grades.”

You giggled nervously, a habit that you did when you were uncomfortable.

“Look, I just... do you? You know, wanna do the project together? I mean, I’m a pretty smooth talker so I can do the presentation. I get good grades too...”

Stupid smile.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. There’s actually a little party at my frat tonight, you maybe wanna come? Get to know each other before we drown in work?”

Fucking stupid smile.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” You blushed at the idea, cursing at yourself for being so obvious.

Parties weren’t really your thing.

But at the time Johnny Suh was.

Your ears were pounding because of the insanely loud level the music was at. You were actually shocked that no one had called the cops with a noise complaint, but the fact that they were on frat row made more sense.

“Y/N. You made it.” A arm was flung over your shoulder and, thankfully the lights were both dim and flashing enough that he couldn’t see the way that you blushed at the action.

“Yeah. Is it always this loud?” You asked, still not so comfortable with the atmosphere.

“What?” Johnny yelled, pointing at his ear, indicating that he couldn’t hear you. Of course he fucking couldn’t. Then he jerked his thumb to the right, nodding at the backyard, which was seemingly empty.

With his hand placed on your back, he guided you outside, your head already thanking him from the escape of noise pollution. It was far better outside of the house.

The two of you collapsed onto the swinging chair, sighing as you cleared your head.

“So parties aren’t really your thing?” Johnny leaned closer, noting the look of relief that you had donned the moment you exited.

“It’s not that I hate them... I’m just not a fan. I mean a bunch of sweaty, horny drunk people grinding on each other. I just like smaller things.” You explained, staring up at the dark sky, shivering slightly at the cool breeze.

“You didn’t have to come.” Johnny suddenly looked guilty, “I didn’t mean to force you into coming, I just... thought I’d invite you.”

You quickly backtracked, “No, you didn’t force me. If I didn’t want to come, I wouldn’t have.” You ignored the voice in the back of your head that begged to differ.

“Right.” He grinned, as if he could read your mind. “You’re not great at lying, but I’m gonna pretend that I believe you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Were you playing beer pong?” You asked suddenly, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

You laughed, looking away from him, “You have quite the reputation Mr. Suh, even someone like me knows the extent of your skills.”

Johnny smirked, liking how easy you were making it for him. “Is that so? Is that the only skill of mine you’ve heard about?”

You raised your eyebrows, hating the turn that your mind took. “W-what kind of other skills did you have in mind?” You stuttered out.

Suddenly it felt like you were caged in, his arms tense around your frame, causing you to lean back against the back of the swing.

“Tell me what you’ve heard.”

You averted your eyes, unable to take his heavy gaze. His eyes had turned dark, full of lust, and you tried desperately to forget the effect they were having on you.

As if sensing how uncomfortable you were getting, he backed off, dusting off some invisible dirt on his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, happy with a new challenge.

Things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought they were, but that’s what made it fun.

“No that’s so stupid. Are you kidding me? Robin could absolutely never beat Batman. Is that even a question?” Your hands were waving animately, far too much for an argument about fictional superheroes.

“Sure. I’m just saying that Robin could totally catch him off guard, like out of the blue, you know.” Johnny slurped on his drink shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t care.

“No. Absolutely not. First of all Robin doesn’t have the guts to do something like that and second of all Robin doesn’t have any powers. How on Earth would he beat him?”

“Umm... Batman doesn’t have powers either.” He made a duh face at you, which you chose to ignore.

“Yeah, well he’s got money, and that’s basically a super power.”

“Let’s be real, Batman isn’t even really a real superhero. He’s just a hero. Period.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes at the argument. “That’s a whole different story.”

“I’m just saying.” He sang back teasingly.

“And I’m just saying that this is stupid. How did we even get here?” You laughed, trying to remember how this conversation came about.

“Uh, you made the bold choice of saying that the Batman vs. Superman movie was shit. Very controversial by the way.” He frowned at the memory.

You let your bag fall heavily on the library table, earning you a few glares as studying students dug into their books.

You sent an apologetic look before sliding into your seat. “Let’s just get this presentation done. Our presentation date is the 23rd and I don’t even have a clue of what to write it on.”

“Well the topic is influencers that change your life. Do you have anyone in mind?”He asked, flipping through his notebook, which didn’t really have anything but drawings in them.

“Not really, is there anyone for you? I mean influencer is kind of vague isn’t it? We could pick like an athlete too, or a musician. Those are technically influencers right?”

He nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah. Influencers don’t even have to be famous do they? Like they can just be someone in your life that made a huge impact on you. Like your parents or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. But that’s kind of hard when you’re working in groups. Like you’re not gonna want to talk about my grandma, you know. Like you don’t even know her. It’s probably just easier to use a famous icon.”

“Okay, so who?” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it would give him inspiration.

“Hmmm... maybe we could do someone like Michael Jackson. Like he may not have affected us personally, but he affected the way that the music and performance was seen afterwards. That’s influential and life changing right?”

“I guess.” He cocked his head, “We could at least start with brainstorming ideas for him and then if we feel like it’s not working we can change it.”

“Cool. I guess we can start with that then.”

And you did. You spent every afternoon for the next week and half with each other in the library, and a little more outside of it.

“That one’s the big dipper.”

You grinned following his finger, but had more difficulty finding exactly what he saw.

“How do you know it’s not the little dipper?” You teased, squinting in to the dark, the scattered stars really just looking like paint splatters to you.

“Because that’s the little dipper.” He laughed, moving his index finger slightly to the right.

“Oh.”

Johnny leaned back into your space, smiling at you look of concentration quickly falling as you gave up.

“Where’s the North Star?” You asked turning to face him, but sucking in a harsh breath when you found your nose just centimeters from his.

Johnny lowered his voice, whispering and pointing without even turning away, “Right there, it’s the tail of the little dipper.”

It took more effort than you thought to pull away, eyes searching for it.

He leaned back, resting his body weight on his hands. “See it? It’s the brightest one.”

“No,” You pouted scooting forward, as if that would help you see it. “Oh, wait! I see it!”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he saw your face light up.

“Wow.” Suddenly your tone turned more mellow, still in awe. “I’ve always wanted to find the North Star.”

Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Why?”

“Well you know. They say if you get lost, just follow the North Star home.” You turned to face him, eyes sparkling with excitement, but the sound of your voice had gone quiet, almost somber. The smile on your face faded into a sad smile as you all but whispered your next words. “Now I can go home.”

Johnny frowned next to you, not liking the sudden turn in mood. He sat up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“What makes you think that you’re not home right now?” He mumbled on the top of your head, staring straight out in the dark.

“I don’t know. I can just feel it, you know? Like I’m just constantly uneasy.” You sighed, digging your face into his jacket. “I think I’ll be able to tell when I get there.”

There was something in Johnny’s chest that suddenly ached, and he felt a sharp drop in his stomach at the thought.

“Maybe you’ll only ever know once you’ve left home.” He muttered, “Then you’ll know that this is actually what it feels like, and it’s so much worse when you leave.”

You stilled against him for a moment before relaxing, mulling over the thought. “That’s so sad though. Why do we only know we’re happy once we’re sad?”

Johnny shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. Why does God make us hurt to only to help us heal?”

The sound of the wind passing through trees was the only thing that comforted you at the thought.

“I don’t want to have to heal, I don’t want to hurt in the first place.” You whisper out, feeling the most vulnerable you had in a long time.

“I’ll never hurt you.” He rubbed at your arms soothingly, feeling a lump in the back of his throat, but he pushed it away not liking the unfamiliar feeling.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

You let your eyes fall, enjoying just the silence and comfort of each other’s arms and minds.

You woke up wrapped in Johnny’s arms, although it was an unfamiliar feeling you welcomed it with open arms.

Lost in your thoughts for the time being you were suddenly reminded of the conversation you had a couple nights ago.

Was this home?

You had never felt so safe before and it scared you. But you weren’t one to run.

“Good morning.” Johnny mumbled out beside you, his morning voice raspy to the ear.

“Morning.” You whispered back, letting his arm flop over your waist.

“Do you like pancakes?” He asked, letting his eyes fall close again.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah. Taeyong makes some bomb ass pancakes.”

You giggled, “Yeah, I like pancakes. Especially bomb ass pancakes.”

But he didn’t move and it was only after you tapped him questioningly did he speak up. “Do you think he’ll bring them up if I yell loud enough?”

You smacked his chest. “Stop it. We should go down.”

“In a bit.” He answered, nose buried deep in the crevice of your neck.

A few minutes later you heard the clinking of kitchen tools from downstairs and you stirred. “Johnny?”

“Hmmm...”

“Johnny. Let’s go.”

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, but he let you out of his grasp anyways.

“Fine. I’ll meet you downstairs.” You paused as you passed by the mirror, eyes tracing over the marks on your neck that Johnny had left the night before. You blushed, realizing that you didn’t have anything to cover it up with, but quickly moved on, attempting to find your shorts that were discarded in the frenzy of last night.

“Check under the desk.” Johnny said, sitting up and watching you.

Sure enough that’s where they were, although you weren’t really sure how they managed to get there.

You shrugged on the last of your clothes, turning to find Johnny doing the same. It took him less than three steps to get to you, landing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Let’s go.”

Taeyong was undoubtedly the closest of Johnny’s frat brothers to you. He had this really calming and sweet aura about him that just made you want to be friends.

“Good morning Y/N. Blueberry or chocolate?” He asked grinning as he took his eyes off the pan for a second.

“Blueberry please.” You slid onto the bar across from him. “Do you need any help?”

Johnny rubbed your lower back comfortingly, “No, you don’t want to get in his way. That’s when he loses his temper.” He whispered the last bit to you, but Taeyong obviously heard it, sending a sharp glare at him.

“Only when there are incompetent people in my kitchen.” Taeyong muttered back.

Johnny ignored the comment, shaking his head at you, “I’ll have chocolate.”

“You’ll get what you get.” Taeyong piped at him, still not over Johnny’s teasing, who grinned in response.

Both of them knew that Johnny was getting chocolate, Taeyong was really bad at being mean.

“Where’s the others?” Johnny asked, sipping on a cup of coffee.

“At school, as they should be because they are college students.” Taeyong answered, sliding a plate towards you. “Enjoy.”

You thanked him and bit into a piece, almost moaning at the taste. “Damn, Johnny told me they were good but I didn’t think it would be this good.”

Johnny swiped a piece from your plate. “What are you talking about? I told you he made bomb ass pancakes.”

Taeyong slid a plate towards Johnny.

His grin widened. “Thank you. You’re my favorite Taeyong ever.”

“I’m the only Taeyong you know.” He put his hands on his hips. “I should be the favorite.”

Johnny sent a wink in his direction before stabbing a piece.

“So I was thinking, that little bakery next to the park, do you wanna go? They just opened and I’ve been dying to try it.” Johnny asked around a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.” You felt your stomach flutter, you were sure whether it was the pancakes or Johnny, but you had a pretty good guess.

“Sweet, we can swing by your place first if you want to get a change of clothes or something.”

You nodded, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“I’m glad that sounds good.” He teased you with a smile.

“Sorry, but it just sounds good. What else do you want me to say?” You pushed back, opting to add another piece into your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe-”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt your little flirt fest, but can you start that after I leave?” Taeyong asked, making a few pancakes for himself.

“Sorry.” You giggled, sending him a genuine apologetic look.

“I’m not sorry.” Johnny said, shrugging.

You smacked him lightly.

“I’ll take away pancake privileges for a month.” Taeyong quipped, focusing on flipping the pancake.

“Sorry.” Johnny mumbled out under his breath, not one to admit defeat easily.

You laughed at the sight of a pouty Johnny, enjoying the view for the time being.

Waiting for Johnny had become a routine, but honestly you didn’t really mind it. Hanging out on the couch, you had met and befriended quite a few of his frat brothers.

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch with Jungwoo, who was retelling a very interesting story about his trip to the grocery store last week that involved a cereal box and a banana. Although it was a bit of a reach, you nodded and smiled at the right times, not really following the order of events, or really the importance of them.

“What does the fact that you were wearing- and I quote - ‘an incredibly sick pair of joggers’ have anything to do with your story?” You asked, tilting your head in teasing confusion.

“Oh, it doesn’t. I just thought you should know.” He replied matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right. And I’m so better off now that I know.” You taunted him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Jungwoo shot you an annoyed, and yet hurt look, before finishing his story. “And that’s how Johnny found out he was allergic to shellfish.”

“Okay. What the fuck? I’m literally so confused.” You cut him off before he could recount his story again. “I don’t really need to hear it again though. Thanks.”

He whined before laying his legs over yours, giving up.

For a few moments, things were quiet as you checked the time. It had already been thirty minutes, where was he?

You rolled your head to the side, finally focusing on the whiteboard that had what scribbles of writing over it.

“What’s the tally for?” You asked, scrunching your nose at the whiteboard that was situated on the far wall of the room.

“Hmmm? The tally?” Jungwoo glanced around looking slightly nervous which had you even more curious. “It’s just a game.”

“Game? What game?” You laughed turning back to see the strikes adorning the board. “It looks like Johnny’s winning.”

“Uhh...” Again with the nervous glances.

You giggled, “You’re losing, aren’t you?” The spot under his name had the fewest tallies and you figured that’s why he was being so shy about it.

Jaehyun entered the room, seemingly in a very important conversation by the way that he was speaking animatedly.

“The game’s over on Friday and Johnny’s gonna win.”

“That’s so stupid. He hasn’t bagged any since Y/N, how is he still gonna win?” Yuta complained all but scowling at the floor, neither of them had yet to notice your presence.

You frowned at the mention of your name, not liking the term ‘bagging’ to be in such close proximity with your name.

“Oh, Mark has a new strike, looks like he finally got Claire into bed.” Yuta continued snorting, “Took him long enough.”

“Wait, what the fuck? How the hell did Taeyong get two strikes?” Jaehyun, squinted at the board.

Yuta snorted, “He had a threesome last night. Can you believe it? This close to the end? It’s like he’s actually trying to compete now.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You muttered, effectively catching their attention.

“Y/N.” Jaehyun breathed out, eyes wide and darting between you and Jungwoo who was obviously trying to get them to stop talking. “Hey... what’s up? When did you get here?”

“Ummm.... no. What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun cocked his head, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t panicking.

“No, I don’t want your bullshit. Just tell me what this game is.” You were using anger to hide your fear. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your head, a throbbing sensation that gave way to a sinking feeling of realization.

At that moment, when his eyes finally met yours. Not Jaehyun’s, not Yuta’s, but Johnny’s as he walked in the room with that fucking stupid smile you felt your last will got out the window. It was at that moment that everything came crashing down.

“Y/N, please can’t we just talk?” Johnny chased after you, begging you to turn around.

“You promised.”

Johnny’s heart dropped at your words, and his chest started closing in in fear. The burning feeling in his throat had him choking, panicking in belated realization.

It wasn’t just the words that you said, it was the way that you said it. So defeated, so broken. So betrayed.

“You promised that you wouldn’t hurt me. Do you remember that? Did you even mean that?” You felt the tears brimming, and you fought the best you could to keep them down. But your wobbling voice let him know.

“Of course I meant it.” He answered breathlessly. “You know me, I don’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“Do I? Do I know you?” You huffed out. “Because I really thought you were someone different.”

“No, I- I’m still me. I’m still Johnny. I just...”

“You just what? You just lied about our entire relationship? If it was even that, because I was just another tally to you wasn’t I? Just another tally on a stupid whiteboard for a stupid game.”

You choked back the tears that were burning in your throat, not bothering to wipe at the ones that managed to escape.

“You know what hurts the most? I actually thought you liked me. I actually thought that you meant all those things that you said to me.”

“I did mean it. I meant every single word, and I still do. Nothing was a lie, my feelings were real. Please just listen to me, I can explain.” He stepped closer, but you took a step back, keeping the distance.

“Explain what? I already heard everything for myself. What are you gonna say, that Jaehyun and Yuta were lying? Hmmm? That it wasn’t a game? That that’s not the reason that you approached me?”

“I...” He couldn’t find any words, because you were right. Every single word that you said was right. He struggled to catch his breath, panicking. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I love you. I need you. I can’t- I can’t imagine life without you.”

“That’s not enough.” You clenched your jaw, face going slack. It was as if you were losing the will to even be heartbroken over this.

“Please, I-I’ll do anything, what do you want me to do?” He begged, eye brows nearly touching as they furrowed.

“I don’t want anything from you, just stay away from me.” You mumbled out, avoiding his eyes.

“Baby, please.”

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m not yours, I never was.” You snapped at him, backing away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath and he wasn’t sure if it was meant for you or himself.

“So I’m kinda going rogue here. I know you already hate me, but try not to hate me anymore than you already do.”

Johnny didn’t look anywhere except for you.

The professor seemed to humor him, allowing one of his favorite students to continue with an amused smile on his face.

You on the other hand did not.

You stared at Johnny with a straight face, trying your best to not look flustered.

“The whole point of this assignment was to find someone that changed our lives. But my partner and I struggled to find someone. It’s not that we didn’t have great people around us, its not even that we don’t have people that we admired. It was because no one we came up with really seemed genuine to us. But I found someone. I finally found someone that I could trust, that I let in. But I did something really stupid and fucked it up- excuse my language.”

You watched him stand behind the podium, looking smaller than he ever did.

“You know, before I met you I didn’t think that my life needed changing. I thought I was doing just fine. But then I realized that I wasn’t. I was struggling to even feel normal, to feel like I was living for something. Y/N you helped me find home. Remember when I said that you only understand that you were already home until you lose it? Well I feel it now. And it feels like shit.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, a feeling in the back of your throat burning.

“Y/N. You’re the person who changed my life. And I don’t even deserve that. But I’m here, standing in front of you like a fool because I’m whining about losing the best thing that ever happened to me.”

For a moment you thought he was done, because the silence was deafening.

“Even if you sill hate me after this, I want you to know that you mean more to me than anything else. You are the person that changed my life. You are my person, and I want so badly to be yours.”

There was a beat of silence as he ended abruptly, taking a seat on the other side of the room, eyes still locked on you.

Your professor stood up with a clap. “Well, thank you Johnny for that... interesting presentation.” A wide smile was still on his face despite his word choice. “I guess we should end on that then. Second batch of presentations is on Friday, please be prepared.”

The students of your class stood, shuffling out the exit, voices murmuring to each other.

You sat on the bench outside your lecture hall, watching as Johnny made his way nervously to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him as he approached you, bottom lip wobbling against your will. Eventually you broke. “But you’re my idiot.”

Johnny felt a drop of relief in his stomach as he felt like his heart would burst.

“You’ve totally botched our presentation by the way. If we fail it it’s on you.” You shoved him away teasingly.

Johnny grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Well, I think we did better than you think. I think that things are gonna turn out just fine.”

(sorry, i was supposed to write a full angst, but i couldn’t help myself.)

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I’m sorry, but can I just go on a little rant about the Louis, clouis, and the Clem comic...?

I didn’t really talk about Louis in my overall review of the comic because I wanted that to be more contained to the content shown on the pages, Clementine’s relationship with AJ, and her as a character.... but the more I think about these comics and Louis, the more frustrated I become thinking about what Clementine abandoning everyone would do to him.

[... okay it’s not little anymore since I guess I can never just do anything simple when it comes to Louis, sorry my bad]

So, no surprise, we all know the comic’s bullshit by now. Clementine leaving everything and everyone behind because she’s not happy is dumb, AJ just letting her go is dumb, and Clem going to the mountains on crutches and a peg leg to find this so-called happiness is dumb.

Now that we’ve established it’s dumb, I wanna talk about Louis because I got a lot of built up feelings about how bullshit this storyline is with how Clementine would not only abandon AJ, but also abandon Louis.

Because let me tell you..... his heart would be broken beyond repair and I need to talk about why.

Sigh.... so.... muh boy.

Before he met Clementine, Louis was this laidback, irresponsible, but caring and musical person who kept his head down to avoid conflict and never looked at the future. He was the kind of person who took things one day at a time, saw survival as a day-to-day task, and said that the future doesn’t exist, there’s only today. You get the point, he was never too concerned with things because they always seemed to work out, and if they didn’t, then that sucks and that’s why we should appreciate every day while we have it.

Louis is shown to be charismatic and friendly, he spends his free time playing piano and card games, but no one really takes him seriously. Not even Marlon, his best friend for 8+ years. While he doesn’t seem to be on bad terms with anyone [including Aasim, they just act like people who disagree with the other’s point of view and have had the same argument many times, but that doesn’t mean they hate each other, y’know?] he also doesn’t appear super close with anyone outside of Marlon and possibly Violet, but even then.

Marlon’s shown to have little faith in him with the way he talks about if Louis will even show up to hunt. He has a controlling grip on Louis that’s prominent during the confrontation scene when he uses intimidation to try to convince Louis to not interfere. Oh, and there’s the fact that Marlon’s been lying to Louis for the past year about the twins and then continued to lie to his face about what really happened to Brody... which isn’t great when you consider how Louis was the only one who had blind faith in him as a leader and, according to Marlon, was the only one who couldn’t see how pathetic he always was.

Violet, while having a few more nicer moments with him than Marlon, still invalidates him and his feelings several times throughout the first half of the game which makes me wonder how close they ever were, or at least if Violet ever considered him a close friend to begin with. And no, a small monologue in the dorms doesn’t make everything better or confirm they were brotp the whole time... especially when once they’re on the boat, Louis might as well not exist because Violet can’t be bothered to acknowledge what happened to him or inquire about how he’s doing. I guess she just didn’t have time react while standing in her cell for several unbothered minutes-- no wait, it’s she already reacted off screen. Right. Good writing is good.

What I’m getting at here is that even though Louis is surrounded by people who he genuinely cares about, there is an argument to be made that he’s a lonely person. Hell, he’s aware of his loneliness when he says that no one hears past his music and jokes. I mean, how many nights do you think he spent by himself playing the piano because no one wanted to hear it? Are they like Violet and crack jokes about how he doesn’t have actual talent? Probably, given that someone literally carved “you suck at playing” onto the side of the damn piano.

Oh, and let’s touch on that backstory of his. Louis grew up wealthy with two parents who loved him and each other, and they gave him anything he wanted except singing lessons. Louis says he wanted to be a real musician. But I guess his father didn’t like that idea and told him no, with the [as Louis puts it] dumb dad lesson of, “You get to be happy, or you get to be rich, can’t be both.” ...which is interesting given that Louis and his family were stupid rich but also.... were they not happy? well, that doesn’t make sense because little Louis knew that if he broke up their marriage, they would be hurt.

So yeah, Louis was so upset that his father continually refused to let him take singing lessons that he broke into the man’s credit cards and faked an affair, which led to his parents divorcing... and then he spit his father’s words back in his face.

Then they dumped him at Ericson. And the walkers came.

There’s so much to unpack from the story he tells that it could be it’s own analysis, but basically.... Louis is aware of why what he did was fucked up, and he carries it with him every day.

He regrets what he did, chews himself out for being such a “vindictive fuckhead” [and the amount of force used in that line tells you a lot, like how it’s not the first time he’s chastised himself like this] and he admits that he doesn’t even know the person he’s talking about. Yet, he still sees himself as bad, saying that they [I assume the staff] told him and the other kids they’re bad people. I don’t doubt that Louis internalized that which played a huge role in the confidence and self-esteem issues he has during tfs.

Anyway, I’ll come back to this later, but when you take that amount of guilt and regret, and mix it with the fact that they dropped him off at this school that was supposed to make him better.... then the walkers came and those teachers, staff, and headmaster? Gone. Left a bunch of kids to fend for themselves, with the exception of Ms. Martin [but given how she looks when we find her I doubt she lasted that long] and I cannot imagine how horrifying that was for all of them. The dead are up eating people, and if you die you become one of them... and the people you thought you could rely on just fucking left you to die at this school.

Every kid in that school has trauma and abandonment issues from before and after the world went to shit, every last one, and Louis isn’t the exception here. Over the years, a lot of kids died and they’ve all seen horrible shit. They all knew they were never going to see their families again, and as far as we know, no one came to get their kids at the beginning. They had to find ways of coping while trying to survive, and all they had left was each other.

Louis copes with music and games and jokes. He’s built up this persona where it seems like he’s unaffected by the comments the others make, that the death and suffering he’s gone through is in the past, that he is confident and open to those around him.

But then Clementine and AJ show up, and Louis grows close with both of them. They had immediate chemistry upon first meeting, he was the one who looked after AJ since it seems like everyone else saw him as a little terror, and he went out of his way to be kind and make them comfortable.

When they go hunting with him, Louis and Clementine have a moment after taking care of the walker where they lower their guards a bit-- Louis gives her more in-depth reasons for his views of survival, and going off her expression, it gets to her and makes her think.... but they’ve know each other a day and he’s not quick to infodump his life story or let her in, so he cuts the conversation short.

Then we have the Marlon confrontation scene that I have gone over so many times in the past. I won’t dillydally with it too long but..... Clementine appeals to Louis, who curls in on himself because of the control Marlon has on him. He wants to help, and hell, he knows this is wrong but he’s so used to not getting involved that he gets defensive.... plus, he’s known Clementine for two days, and he’s known Marlon for 8+ years.... he wants to believe Marlon but you can tell he doesn’t want this, either. It takes Clementine talking to him to give him courage to stand between her and Marlon’s gun and it’s a lot.

AJ shoots Marlon and everything goes to shit, and Louis is a goddamn mess. His best friend was murderer right in front of him, so add that to the trauma list, and he’s overwhelmed with all these feelings that again.... they keep getting invalidated by Violet because “Marlon was a liar and murderer, therefore you shouldn’t feel bad about his death. Get over yourself, Louis, you can be such a shithead sometimes.”

Oh yeah Vi, I guess he should care more about two people he’s known for a total of two days rather than for the safety of the people [including you] he’s grown up with and cared about for 8+ years.... makes sense.

So yeah, little to no support during this time. Alone again.

And just because I have to make this clear so no one gets a hair up their ass-- both Louis and Violet are wrong here. Kicking them out isn’t the solution, but neither is acting like AJ was right to commit murder just because it was Marlon.

But plots gotta plot, so they get voted out and you can see that Louis is conflicted about the whole thing. He wants them gone, but at the same time, he knows what kicking them out means. You can see it on his face that he’s not okay with kicking them out. He’s hurting when he’s there in the dorms telling them how the vote went... he literally doesn’t know what else to do. He just knows that everything hurts, Clem and AJ caused it, and he wants the pain to stop. He even tries to justify it to himself by figuring that they’ve done this before so they’ll be fine. Not a great thing to say, Lou.

Anyway, we know the story, Clem and AJ come back and Louis once again sees the consequences of acting out of pain.... AJ is shot because Louis was hurt and he made a bad decision that he’s gotta live with.... something that he’s done before, and this affirms to him that he’s bad. He wishes he could take it back, and goes as far as to admit that to Clementine during the archery scene.

By the way, credit to him for his apology to her. It’s rare in these games that Clem gets a genuine apology from someone who hurt her and doesn’t turn around to repeat the hurtful behavior, y’know? Plus, I can think of plenty of characters who owed Clem an apology in the past or if they did apologize, it was half-assed.

You can feel how conflicted he is with this whole thing-- learning who Marlon really was and what he did, feeling something for Clementine before everything went down and not knowing how to handle those feelings afterward, caring about AJ and understanding why he thought shooting was the best choice but still hurting that his friend is dead....

And the thing is.... Louis forgives her for so much, as she does him, and through all of that bullshit, they manage to develop that strong connection that turns romantic. Louis lets himself be fully vulnerable with her and is honest about his feelings, how she listened when no one else did and seeing him for more than just the persona he put on.

This works on Clementine’s side, too. Clementine has been through her own fair share of bullshit-- trauma, abandonment, loss, injury, you name it. She’s made mistakes, done terrible things, and has been in enough groups to know that romance usually ends in heartbreak.... and yet, she’s willing to open herself up to Louis and admit she feels a lot for him.

Is it a little rushed? Yep. Could it have been handled better? Of course, most things this season could’ve, but what we got was pretty good.

So Clementine and Louis are romantically involved now, the raiders attack, and she saves him... and boy does Louis feel guilty about that one, too. He feels bad enough that he questions why she would pick him because he can’t fathom his life being worth saving over another’s. He doesn’t see himself as useful, and even though Clementine is literally his girlfriend at this point, his self-esteem is so all over the place that he can’t understand why she would have him at her side.

And when Clementine tells him that he’s too important to her, he’s too baffled to even give a response. He looks at her in disbelief like he wasn’t expecting her to say that. But this shows that at the beginning of their relationship, he still doubts himself, and through her working with him, he begins to build up that strength in himself.

He becomes brave enough to share what got him sent to the school with her, and he plays Don’t Be Afraid for everyone at the party and like.... for once, everyone is listening to him. Really listening to him. They’re not talking shit about his musical skills, they’re not ignoring him or the feelings he’s putting into the song, they’re sitting there with him and I just..... if you watch him, you can see that his eyes get pretty glossy throughout the song. The moment meant something to everyone.

There’s also the fact that Clementine asked him to come with her and AJ onto the boat, and to be the one in charge of the bomb... that’s a huge responsibly and he feels the pressure of that. He starts to panic a bit about if he can do it, because what if he fucks up? What if he gets them caught and makes everything worse? What if something happens to Clementine and he can’t do anything about it?

She’s there to reassure him that she believes in him, and that he can do this. They’re going to get everyone back, and he needs to focus... then he asks her to slap him which why would you? that’s dumb, so Clementine smooches him instead and like.... he physically relaxes into her because he’s comfortable and trusts her in this situation.

Also, he loves her and cares about this mission enough to cover himself and his fancy jacket in walker guts.... sure, he complains while doing so but how else is he gonna cope with rubbing rotten guts on himself to blend in with a herd of walkers?

Skipping ahead so that we’re not here all day, I wanna talk about the walk back to the school because it’s one of the most important clouis moments in the game and a huge reason that solidifies why the comic is bullshit.

Louis went off on his own to go out and find them. He didn’t know where they would be, he just knew that he had to go out and find them after making sure everyone was okay back at the school because he couldn’t bare the thought that he had lost them. And the way the AJ gets so excited to see him? and the group hug??

At this point, Louis has grown so much as a character. With Clementine by his side to support him, he’s grown stronger and more reliable. Remember how he never thought about the future? Well, now he is because his relationship with Clementine has given him a reason to long for a future. He talks about building this imaginary house with her, one he knows they can’t physically build... but it’s his way of saying we can build a home together, that he wants a future with her and AJ and everyone else. It’s such a personal conversation that flows so easy between them. Louis is more comfortable talking to her about things from his past, which is something he didn’t want to do back in ep1.

He confides in her how he’s feeling after he shot and killed Dorian, he tells her that having a home means protecting it and I just.... it’s so good, okay? And from Clementine’s side, you can feel how at ease she is with him, too. Just the way she smiles at him as they’re walking? like he’s the cutest thing and she’s so happy to have him with her?

But then we gotta deal with Minerva’s crazy ass on the bridge and well, AJ shoots Tenn and Louis is having flashbacks to Marlon and it’s not great. That’s a whole thing, and he ends up separated from them while escaping.

We don’t get to see Louis’ reaction to Clementine getting bit and losing her leg since I guess that puts a damper on the overly happy ending. But, going off of what we know about him and what I’ve explained [which isn’t even all of it, this isn’t a full Louis character analysis. if it was, it would be much longer and in multiple parts... believe it or not, I’m trying to not make this too long and only sorta failing...] we can get an idea of how he would react.

Um, to say he was upset is an understatement.

Because remember, he had no time to think and climbed over the fence, thinking he could get them to climb over and they could get away, but it didn’t work. He ended up leaving them in order to save himself since walkers were closing in on him.

But you know that he’d blame himself for the bite. A lot of, “if I had just stayed” and “I should’ve climbed back over, I should’ve stayed with you.” I’m sure there were points where it looked like Clem wouldn’t make it and I can’t imagine how much hurt he went through watching her suffer and heal from losing a leg like that.

Not only that, but knowing that AJ was the one to do it? And him thinking about what Clem’s death would do to AJ after all this? There isn’t a doubt in my mind that Louis would take care of AJ if she died. He cares about AJ, and he loves Clementine, so he be there for both of them, even if he’s still hurting from Tenn’s death.

However, Clementine didn’t die. She survived the bite and amputation, and when we flashforward, she and Louis are still happily together. Louis is right there next to her at dinner, and he’s the one to help her with her crutches. He’s there to go over future plans to meet the traveling caravan, and Clementine wants him to be the one to go.

Oh, and Louis once again forgives AJ for shooting Tenn, claiming that he understands that AJ saw something that he couldn’t. Like with Marlon, he’s not happy Tenn’s dead but he can see why AJ did it to save his life.

I just..... happy ending. Clementine and Louis are together and she’s truly happy to have found a home for her and AJ with him at Ericson.

....But then the comic thought it would be fun to say “nah.”

The comic isn’t canon, I’m still insulted that it would ever consider itself as such, but even so I can’t help but feel so frustrated about how this would destroy Louis.

He finally found someone he would consider his best friend, not just his girlfriend. She saw past that funny man persona and he trusted her enough to let her past this wall he built around himself. He let himself become vulnerable around her, he named his song after her. Their initials are carved into his piano with a heart surrounding them. He loved her.

Clementine left him feeling loved, something he probably hasn’t truly felt since he was a little boy with his parents before their divorce. She loved him even after hearing his past because she knew that wasn’t him anymore, and she helped him build the confidence he needed to step up. Because of Clementine, Louis wants to enjoy every day while also looking at the future. He isn’t lonely anymore, he has her and AJ. He’s truly happy.

So to tell me that Louis would wake up one morning only to have AJ tell him that Clementine’s gone, she’ been planning an escape without telling anyone because she wasn’t happy...? I’m sorry, but if you think that wouldn’t leave Louis absolutely devastated, then you know nothing about him as a character.

This idea is just.... look, Louis is perceptive. That’s a big part of his character, he’s perceptive of those around him. If Clementine was showing signs of being unhappy or depression, he would see it. He would notice a change. He would be able to tell if something was off, and he would ask her about it. Louis is the type of person to ask you what you need. What can he do to help? What do you need to feel better? And if you don’t know, it’s okay, he’ll help you figure it out in any way possible.

Plus, the comic suggests that there are times where she went off on her own but came back [probably doing her escape prep ugh] and you expect me to believe that Louis wouldn’t notice that or wonder what she’s doing? Wouldn’t sense that something’s going on?

After she’s gone, he’s going to blame himself for not being enough. He couldn’t make her happy and he was a fool to think he ever could. AJ lost the only family he’s known since he was born because Louis couldn’t help her, couldn’t do anything to stop her from leaving.

And for him to realize that she didn’t love him? Clementine, the girl he thought the world of because of how strong and confident and in-charge she was, because she saw him for who he was..... she left him, abandoned him... and she couldn’t even be bothered with a goodbye.... that says that she didn’t care all that much about him in the end.

You KNOW that he would think he had this coming, too. How could the universe allow him to fall in love and be happy with someone who loved him back after what he did to his parents? He would feel so heartbroken that he would see this as some sort of karma for breaking up his parents happy marriage as a kid years before he ever met Clementine and before the apocalypse.

I fucking can’t.... I don’t have the words to fully explain how much I hate this. Louis wouldn’t be okay afterward, and I doubt he’d ever fully recover. I wasn’t joking when I mentioned before that Louis would stop playing piano. How could he sit there and play when I he can see is their initials and remember the night she confessed to him? When he named his song after her? Clementine left and took the music with her because Louis wouldn’t have it in him... something that he used to cope would be ruined and that’s just.... it’s fucking awful.

Not only that, but now he has AJ who I assume is hurting just as much [though the comics inaccurately assume he would just let Clem go sooo... yeah] and he would be the only one Louis would really talk to about it, but then again.... what if AJ doesn’t wanna talk about it? What if AJ starts to act out and things just become terrible and Louis is just too overwhelmed?

I just.... UGH. That’s how I feel. UGH.

Clementine from the comic? Not her. She would never fucking do this to Louis, AJ, or anyone else at Ericson, and you would know that if you played the tfs.

Sigh.... sorry, I just needed to get this all out. I haven’t seen anyone talk about how Clem leaving would affect Louis and I’ve gotten some asks/come across some posts about Louis that have left me incredibly annoyed.... well, I was annoyed before because of the comics, so my annoyances with those things were only heightened. So yeah... I wanted to talk about Louis’ character in hopes of explaining why he would be so hurt if this comic was canon.

Which it’s not. So it’s fine.

How are we all feelin’ at this point, by the way? I know I’m not the only one still annoyed with the comic, so I hope y’all are doin’ okay. Hope you’re stayin’ chill and thinking about your faves to help cope with this mess hahaha

#twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg clouis #twdg aj #twdg marlon #twdg violet #clouis #twdg #sometimes i just need to talk about louis okay #one day i'll do a full character analysis that goes over everything #but today isn't that day #long post

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