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meowm30w180 · 11 months ago

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A Useless closet

The mysterious woman picks you up by the back of your shirt collar of your school uniform, lifting you to your feet. Your hitching breath still audibly noticeable as she dusts the slight dust off your thighs as if you're her personal property.

"...your very obedient, aren’t you?".

"..h-huh..?"

"Be a good girl and behave yourself and stay here until I come back. if you run, I'll make sure to hunt you down.. Understand?"

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when your friends are currently being butchered like mere insects, you cower inside an old junk closet silently praying to any god out there to hide your presence from whatever is out there causing this terror.

Sadly, God ignores your begs and somebody senses you inside the closet. Your heart pounds at the antagonizing slow sly steps striding your way as you await your fate.

Though what awaits you outside that door is nothing in your wildest dreams could have ever imagined...

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A useless closet

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School hours go by pretty fast when everything is so bland. It's the same every day, same classes, same people, same food, same routine, and you prefer to keep it simple that way.

Though, it's hard to stay simple when everyone is jumping up and down raving about the ChainsawMan church. Personally, you don't want any part in it. you like chainsaw man but you're not gonna bow down to the guy and praise him... that's like some cult stuff.

damn its almost 3:00pm its almost time to g-

"HEY Y/N!!"

your knocked out of your thoughts by the high-pitched voice of one of your not so fond of friends.

*God all she does it talk about chainsaw man can't she get the hint that I don't care?*

"Oh... hi Kohana. what do you want?

"Well like, me Saiko and Muri were wondering your opinions on Chainsaw Man??"

yea who would have guessed what she wanted was about chainsaw man...

"I mean I guess he's not that bad..."

"What are you even talking about OF COURSE hes not bad hes literally THE chainsaw man, anyways we wanted to bring you with us to join the ChainsawMan Church!!"

"no"

"wha-?"

"I'm not joining the ChainsawMan Church, don't they force you to marry some random guy??"

"Yea but only if it's a hot guy obv"

"..."

"COME ONNNN both Saiko and Muri are waiting outside for us lets hurry up and go already"

"Who said I'm joinin-"

*As you try to protest, she grabs your hand, practically dragging you out of your seat to join her and your other chainsaw man fanatic friends outside

you could have denied them anytime, with every step they took to the ChainsawMan Church you could have walked away anytime but you continued to walk with them. Maybe it's because they're the only people that give your life a little bit more spark, so everything isn't so boring every day. Or maybe it's because you simply do NOT want to lose your only friend group. Even if they are kind of annoying, at least you technically fit into somebody's life.

you rant on about why you're still walking with them and eventually arrive at the ChainsawMan Church.

unsurprisingly, its filled with a multiple of other people from your school and some random other teens your age, and of course you're among them as well.

Chatting about chainsaw man and mingling with the other chainsaw man fanatics, you find yourself wandering about the chainsaw man church alone. surprisingly decently empty, you expected for there to be at least more people around, but you find yourself alone on the 2nd floor, how did they manage to get this ENTIRE building to themselves??

man, its hella boring here, what do they even do all da-

SOMEBODY HELP U-

"What the hell?!"

screaming, the sounds of the people you just had small talk with, their screams ringing through the halls of the hallway you're in, is it a devil? isn't it their job to kill it? what the hell is going on??

AAUGG-

screams abruptly being cut off by something.

are they... are they dying??

aren't your friends out there?? why are you even asking that of course they are. what the hell is happening down there??

the screams continue and then continue to be cut off, and the reality of the situation is starting to sink in. Theres some shit going on down there, and your definitely not stupid enough to go down there and find out.

ducking into a dusty old junk closet to escape the messed-up horrors down there might just be the better option, even if you now cramped and uncomfortable in this tiny little room with a bunch of chainsaw man cutouts.

the halls no longer become empty as people run up the stairs scrambling into the halls from downstairs pushing each other around to get anywhere BUT the stairs.

the panic in their faces sends shivers down your spine.. this is defiantly getting to you..

you see Kohana among the crowd, about to open the closet to call her over, a swift movement brushes through the crowd, everyone goes silent.

you don't know what exactly happened but you lose the confidence to open the door, you back up into the chainsaw man cutouts..

not knowing what happened you sink into the corner your mind wandering all over the walls. but the liquid seeping under the door silences all your questions..

your heart practically stops as you see the crimson red leak under the door with the dim light making the horrific color glossen under the crack of the door,

your breath hitched and it feels like your being chocked by your own fear.. and the god awful silence is killing you. you've never been this scared in your entire life and your praying your fear doesn't make your weak "hiding spot" known

*Tap Tap Tap*

"..."

a slow sly pace striding over to the closet

you try to stop breathing, but the hitch in your breath is still there making it impossible to keep quiet entirely.

you feel like a bug being squashed under the pressure of a boot, should you run? that's out of the question, your too petrified to even move like your frozen in time. the steps getting closer and closer making your heart beat faster and faster enough to give you a heart attack and practically die before you even get the chance to see your soon to be killer, the one that will slaughter you without a second thought, *why are they taking their sweet time to kill me?? are they playing with me like pray??*

all you can do is curl into the corner and await your fate as the footsteps eventually stop, casting a shadow on the glossy liquid under the door making it dull.

you can't accept this fate, but theres absolutely nothing you can do but cower and silently cry and hic like a little baby...

*creeeek...*

"..."

why are they just standing there...?

the door opens, but your too busy cowering into your knees to look up and see, not that your confident to even look up at them anyways...

the unknown person finally moves forward towards you, tracking the liquid further into the room, the person pays no mind to it. positioning themselves in front of you reaching out their hand to grasp the back of your shirt collar of your uniform. lifting you to your feet with no struggle, lightly brushing the dust from your thigh and moving the hair from your face to see your puffy eyes and rosey tear stained cheeks as you hic in their grasp, giving not only them but you the slight view of looking at their face.

"look at me, sweetheart.."

is that...? is that a woman's voice...?

slowly looking up at the voice you lock eyes with the most beautiful woman you have ever met up close in person. firm jaw structure, silver silk hair, milky skin,.. *is this really my murderer?*

the sweet name she called you made your heart flutter, and then that sweet feeling turned into guilt for getting flustered from the person that killed over 50 students including your friends, your friends.. if she killed your friends what makes you so special, why are you of all people getting the special treatment...?

"your very obedient, aren’t you.."

"...h-huh..?"

"be a good girl and stay here until I fetch you, don't run, I'll make sure to hunt you down, I will catch you..., understand?"

"..."

"answer"

*who does this woman think she is?? you think I'm just gonna listen to you after you butchered my friends and practically traumatize me?? Don't even fucking play with me you insane bitch.*

"...yes ma'am"

"good girl"

...I'm such a wimp...

*timeskip 30 mins later*

this is insane it feels like its been hours you've been cowering inside this closet, is that woman even coming back?? you don't even know her name, not like you care you just wanna go home... its not like you have any friends anymore anyways. this woman has the audacity to try to sweet talk you and order you around?? this is bullshi-

*tap tap tap*

*gulp*

*creeek*

the door opens, revealing the same woman as earlier, the same menacing aura illuminating from her lean body

"I assumed you ran, I was getting ready to go hunting. Good girl..."

she coos to you as she slowly strides to you and picks you up the same way she did earlier like a little ragdoll.

"..."

"hm.. what's your name, sweetheart?"

"...Y/N..."

"Hm"

The woman didn't say anything as she continued to inspect you, lightly brushing her slim fingers through your hair. You find yourself a little bit more comforted in this so far horrible day by the contact, but then remember who caused it.

This woman is too confusing to you, what does she even want with you..?

"What do you want with me..?"

"..."

"Do you want money?? I don't have any money just please let me go.. I swear on my life I won't tell anyone who you are just please let me go I'm begging you.."

"..."

Gripping the wrists that hold you up in the air, the woman sets you down allowing you to stand on your own. However with the dismay of getting your shoes sticky from the gruesome liquid that still invades the floor.

Her 6'1 body towering over you even more, she bends down and lowers her head to get a better view of your face.

"What I want?"

"Yes... tell me"

The woman lowers her gaze towards you and steps closer, you try to back away but a firm iron grip is placed on your shoulder, the other sets itself on her hip.

"I want you"

"What..?"

You don't understand, what is she getting at here,

"I want you, to be my woman"

"What are you talking about..?"

"I think you already know"

"..."

You can't help but wonder what her goal is, and why she picked you of all people, because you were cowering away in a closet and let your friends be butchered? The guilt is eating you alive and then this woman wants you to be hers? After what she's done to your friends? She's just some sick weirdo"

"What if.. I deny"

"This isn't a request, it's an order"

With saying that, she crouches down and scoops you up swinging you over her shoulder as if you weighed absolutely nothing, you slightly squirm in her grip too scared to do anything else.

The woman walks out of the closet and your greeted with a scene that you could have never been prepared for..

Bodies, upon bodies, upon bodies, of headless students that all from together to make a blood pool on the once hard wood floor of the building, the white on their uniforms are no longer visibl-

"..HRrgEh"

You feel like your about to throw up... your stomach drops to the lowest pit of your stomach as you see the gut wrenching head of Kohana, your friend.. lying decapitated in a pool of blood. You might have disliked her a little bit but you would never wish this upon her, or anybody, especially Kohana...

Your disgust is directed to the person your being held captive by and you soon start to pry yourself out of her grip, your not some obedient little wimp

The woman grips your thigh with a death grip, nails digging onto your thigh and tears threatening to break from yours eyes.

"Behave"

you start to silently cry, even though it doesn't sound too quiet, how could you be quiet in a situation like this.. the "quiet" cries progressively turn into ugly cries as you wish this was all a dream, the nails that dig into your thigh should have woken you like a pinch but your still here in this nightmare..

"weehhh.. pleasee *hic* just kill me *hic* already..."

You beg and sob uncontrollably in the grasp of the woman still walking through the bodies of the mangled corpses.. your vision blurred with tears and the last thing you see is the bloody footprints left behind on the floor as your carried away to an unknown destination.

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Guilty pleasure

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Ouch..

Groggily moaning, your eyes sore, you peak your eyes open from your slumber and stare up at the ceiling. Recalling the horrid things your brain imagined while you were sleeping, you wonder how your brain could have thought up something so bizarre...

"Fuck.. that was a messed up dream.."

You prepare to get up, to go wash up and getting ready for school...

"...?"

This isn't your room

"..what the fuck??"

You don't know how you didn't realize it before, maybe because you were half asleep but this is NOT your room, was your nightmare really not a nightmare..? Is Kohana really dead? And that woman?

That woman...

Is this her room? And did she strip you??

Standing in only bra and underwear, your mind racing with all the thoughts running through your head on the things she wants from you.. rape?, death?, god your so scared right now especially since your half naked and none of your cloths are in sight.

Feeling exposed (even if your alone) and defeated, you retreat back into the fluffy white blankets of the bed. now that your realizing it, it's really comfy.. squirming in the sheets like a cat, you feel slightly guilty feeling this much comfort in the sheets of a murderer

That murderer.. you almost forgot about her, who knows when she's gonna come back into the room. If she catches you up she might do something to you...

You shuffle out from the sheets and sit up on the bed, and notice the window over the bed frame. You eagerly crawl to it, finding your escape route. Only realizing after looking down 8 stories of floors of an apartment building down to the busy streets...

"Damn"

The hope slightly dies inside you, but you still have other options. You might be able to sneak out of here and run out the door. In order to that though... you need cloths. You would prefer your own cloths but that's out of the question, unless you somehow find them.

scavenging through the closet of the bedroom looking for something to cover up your lewd body. It doesn't help much, all of the cloths are bigger than you by far compared to your smaller frame, that woman practically towered over you in the close-

*tap* *tap* *tap*

"?!"

You hear the distant sound of footsteps approaching the door as your currently face first inside her closet wardrobe. as you scramble out shutting the door behind you, you dive into the bed where you were before you woke up. Maybe, hopefully if you pretend to sleep, then she'll leave you alone and you have more time to prepare your escape plan

Positioning yourself the way you awoke, she might not notice you were even awake. Your not stupid.

You shut your eyes and pray she just walks out after seeing your still slumbering

*creeek*

"..."

The woman walks up to you without a sound and stands over your half naked body. lighting pushing the hair out of your face and presses her thumb on your bottom lip, ever so slightly spreading your lips apart from each other gently

What is she doing..?

The woman bends down, her lips glazing atop your lips, soon began touching. Closing the distance between you two as her soft lips lightly pressed against your own.

It felt like this moment lasted forever and before you knew it she was stepping away, leaving the room as silent as she came in, shutting the door behind her.

Your eyes shot open as soon as the door shuts, contemplating what the hell just happened.

Your stunned, you don't even have anything to say, it all happened so fast, too fast.

You sit up on the bed, your cut bangs falling back in your face as you began trying to shimmy of the be-

"Hey"

"!!?"

The woman, standing against the wall looking down at you with the door closed behind her.

Turns out, the woman shutting the door behind her, was actually shutting her self inside. standing next to the door, the woman probably figured your fake sleeping and decided to catch you in the act, and it worked... you never would have guessed a stunt being pulled like that, you never would have guessed the stunts she's been pulling all day.

You can imagine the face you made when you were caught red handed in your act, she probably knows what your up to as well, trying to leave.

You both stare at each other in patronizing silence until the white haired woman breaks the tension and walks back over to you, her eyes never breaking apart from yours

Your too scared to even breath as you stare up at the woman, and now in a lightened room, your now able to peek out all of her features.

Jesus.. And shes practically a Greek God..

Her thin silver hair glistening in the sun beams passing through the window making it shine like silk. skin pale with the sun beams hitting her skin making it a warm milky tone, suiting her well. you can just imagine how smooth it must feel. Though, the sun beams never making contact with her dark dim eyes, err- "eye"..

a black eyepatch shields her right eye from view, you wonder what happened. Though the eyepatch makes her all the more more intriguing by the minute.

The thoughts surrounding this woman makes you forget the fact that your both still staring at each other, snapping back to reality once u feel her eyes cut into you.

You blush as you feel her slim fingers slip up your neck to gently cress your chin, tilting your head even more upwards,

"...mm-ma'am.."

The woman doesn't respond as you struggle to push your words out. you don't understand these feeling you have towards this woman, you don't even know what she wants with you let alone her name..

"Be my woman"

"M-Ma'am..?"

"I want you to be my woman"

"...ngh.."

You never been good at accepting confessions.. or at least you figured it wouldn't be as easy since nobody has ever done it to you. though, can this really be considered a confession...? And she's a woman, girls can't date girls can they?? How would that even work??

You don't know what to say, or at least you don't know what to say to not piss her off, considering what she did back at the church.

This is too much confrontation... it's like when your teacher asks you to partner up with the people you don't even know.. and you desperately try to come up with a reason to slip out of the class and show up at the end of the hour and miss the entire assignment.

Coming up with the excuse your most familiar with to get out of confrontation.. you push the words out of your mouth and hopefully it ends the tension between the two of you.

"...I-I have to use the bathroom"

"..."

"Come here"

"Huh-"

The woman swoops you into her arms and Carries you out the bedroom into a hallway, there isn't much scenery though at the end of the hall you catch some glimpses of some plants decorating the room they sit in, you would have never guessed a woman like her would be into keeping plants, it's cute...

the woman opens another door revealing a tidy bathroom, it's just your average bathroom. Bar of soap on the counter top next to the faucet, a toilet, a shower, typical bathroom necessities.

She places you onto the ground allowing you to stand by yourself, and also allowing the cold air around you to brush against your lewd body, making you cover yourself out of shame and embarrassment.. you almost forgot that you were practically nude due to her body heat from her carrying you keeping you warm, it was nice...

The woman must have noticed your reflexes as she begins to shut the door before sliding a couple words in before she leaves

"I took your cloths because there was blood on them, and now there stained. I'll give you one of my sweaters."

Finally shutting the door on her way out, you blush from the fact the you'd be wearing one of her clothing items..

Your sitting in the bathroom, though usually you have your phone. And since you don't, all your mind can do is think, think about your complex feeling towards that woman..

You feel hot, heat rising up to your face as you think about the way she bridal style carried you just now, how she threw you over her shoulders back at the church, how you want her to touch you again..

A woman you haven't even known for an hour just massacred a group of teens, and here you are sitting in her bathroom wishing for her touch again. Her strong lean figure that pressed against you.

It's too hot in this bathroom...

You walk out the bathroom, and notice the front door in the living room. This is an apartment complex, there's sure enough a neighbor across from this apartment. You could run to the neighbors and beg them for help as you explain how you been kidnapped by some lunatic.

Or at least, that could have happened. as you stand in the bedroom of your capture you spot the owner of the room sitting on the bed, gaze directing its way towards you as you enter.

"..."

"...it's hot"

You stand in place as you lightly pant and fan yourself, she watches you

You stare at her and silently beg to pull out some kind of fan, you both stare at each other until her eyes move downwards

You feel something wet run down your leg...

...

You now know why it's "hot"

You shy away and cover your legs, still silently whimpering, like a shameful dog.

The woman beckons you over to her, your too ashamed to move as the sticky fluid slowly gushes from your undergarments.

The woman stands and walked over too you as she grabs your chin and forces it upwards so to look at her only.

"Strip"

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Under pressure

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"Strip"

"H-huh..?"

The woman grips your shoulders in a dominating manner and glares at you with her dark eyes

"Strip down"

Your currently backed into a corner while dripping from your legs onto the maroon carpet as this woman is demanding that you embarrass yourself even more than you already are. your so embarrassed in fact, that you couldn't even bring yourself to answer with your voice, all you can do is look down and shake your head..

The woman, displeased, moves her hands from your shoulders around to your back. Unbuckling your bra

"?!"

You gasp as you hold your bra cups to your chest in attempt to prevent her from doing anything else.

"Move your hands for me"

"..."

Your hands sink to your side in defeat... you feel so humiliated as she continues to strip you out of your bra. Sliding the straps off of your shoulders as you start to slightly tear up. Your (sadly) small boobs spring out as she removes the bra cups from your boobs.

"Good girl"

The woman praises you as she tosses the bra onto the carpet, now feeling around to your small breasts. Kneading your boobs that barely fit in her palm, She pinches your nipples, making your nipples harden and now sensitive to the touch. The contact making your back slightly arch as little grunts threatening to escaping your lips

Giving one last squeeze to your breasts, slowly, her hands move down your waist to your hips. She crouches down and her face inches away from your clothed pussy

The wetness seeping through the fabric of your panties, as you shiver from the cold hands of the woman griping your hips. Until her thumb brushes your clit from the fabric, you jolt from the contact and squeeze your legs together.

"Ngh...!"

Your breath picks up from the sudden contact, panting as you look down at her. The woman looks up at you, catching you looking at her and now making eye contact. You immediately look up, avoiding eye contact.

Your thigh gap still exposing your crotch, the woman continues to tease your soaking pussy through your underwear. Rubbing her thumb on your clit through the wet fabric of your panties.

Two fingers pull down the front of your panties, peaking at the wet lips that you tried to avoid being seen to no avail. Her thumbs sneak under your pantie lining and began to pull down on them. Pulling down the fabric just enough for them to slide down your legs and pool around your ankles onto the floor.

You are now completely naked, and at the complete mercy of the white haired woman whose tongue is inching its way to your throbbing clit

Without warning, the woman wraps her lips around your sensitive clit, making a shameful moan you tried to cover with your lips

"MmmMmfp-!"

She edges your clit with her tongue, swiping her wet tongue across your soaked lips. Licking up every trace like a hound dog. She firmly holds your ass with her hands deepening her face further into you as she holds you in place

She pulls your ass further to her making your knees bend, you feel yourself about to give out as you balance yourself against the wall as she continues to suck away.

The more she fondles her tongue on your clit, the more you feel yourself spilling over the edge. You lightly buckle your hips forward into her face, she pulls back, licking her lips as she releases her hands from you ass that gripped to your flesh, leaving little nail marks

You wasn't able to cum since she stopped tongue playing your clit. but the way she hungrily stairs you down, you think she has more plans of exploring you inside and out.

She stands up and swiftly grabs you by the waist and carries you back to the bed, still extra soak, your small boobs slightly jiggle from the sudden movement,

She then sits down on the bed, still clothed, and wraps her hands around your waist and pulls you to her

"Come here, pretty girl"

You blush and look down to where she wants you to sit. She rubs her knee, pulling your hips towards her as your slit glazes her kneecap.

You shyly sit yourself onto her thigh

Your arms squeeze her suit as support as she holds your back as her other hands moves towards your ass and rubs your cheek.

Now, straddling her thigh, Your already sensitive clit makes contact with the fabric of her suit pants, and you jolt from the contact.

You try to sit up to avoid the contact but was denied by the sudden hands on your hips shoving you even harder down onto her thigh, making you lightly moan out.

"Ngh!"

The woman moves your hips back and forth on your thighs, driving you crazy from all the pressure on your clit. Wet streaks covered the woman's thighs under you as you quiver from the contact of her cold hands forcefully rubbing you back and force against her. your little body vs. Her big strong hands are no match and all you can do is take it.

The heat starts to boil inside you and your dirty urges start to seep out from pure lust for more, roughly gripping at her shirt as your soft moans become more louder with each passing minute on her thigh, until the woman suddenly stops.

Though, you don't

Now, you yourself are rubbing your wet slit sloppily all over her thigh with eager pleasure, and the woman looks pleased. Looking down at you intensely as you bury your face into her chest.

"Good girl"

The woman moves your chin up to look up at her as you continue riding her thigh, and rubs your forehead in approval motions, praising you as your needy little pussy dirties up her thigh with your juices.

The woman brings your chin up higher as your pussy struggles to stay in touch with her thigh, she also lowers her head and your lips make contact. Her lips roughly taking yours into a deep kiss as she begins slipping her tongue into your mouth. Now tonguing each other, your tongues wrap around each other as you bounce up and down on her thigh. It's so hot, too hot..

The woman breaks the kiss and stares at you deeply

"Cum for me baby"

You begin riding faster, your riding becomes sloppy and more rough as your climax approaches. Now riding as fast as you can, you cum all over her thigh, as the liquids drowse her thigh dripping onto the carpet.

Your tired and sweaty to feel embarrassment and fall backwards, only before the woman catches you before you completely fall off her thigh.

Picking you up and laying you down onto the soft sheets. About to drowsy off, as you hear the sound of the unzipping of a pant fly and unbuttoning on cloths then hitting the ground in your half conscious state.

The woman opens her side drawer and rummages through it, pulling out something.

You hear the *click* sound and the rustling of something, before the woman crawls into the bed and hangs over you.

You too tired to react as she lifts your legs and spreads them apart, laying them to the side of her hips. You never would have expected what she pulled out of that drawer was, until she inserted the tip inside of you, your eyes shoot open to see the identity of the foreign object.

"WA?"

A big, black dildo strapped to the now naked woman is slowly inserting itself into your pussy

"W-wait! Slower! It's too big!"

"You'll fit"

The dildo continues pushing its way inside you as it stops, now gently pumping in and out of your slot.

"Ngh mmffma'am.. gentle.." you pled

You being too dry is no issue, due to you already dripping all over the place, your hole happily obliges to the strap on pumping in and out your needy pussy.

The woman continues to pump the strap on in and out of you eventually increasing the pace of the movement making you pant and breathless, it's hot, and hard to breath from how much our panting and moaning.

"Ungh, uck, *hic* nghh-ma'am!"

"Breath baby"

The woman cups your cheeks as she continues to fuck your tight pussy as you both stare into each others eyes,

"Can you take it all for me baby? Hm? Can you go deeper?"

"Y-yes mmmma'amm, ngh, I can take it ms.."

"Good girl, you can take it"

The woman plunged deeper inside you, sinking into your hole as your pussy takes it in with no problem

"Ngh! A- S-Slow down!"

The woman rams into you at a merciless pace, as the sound of wet gushing sounds and your loud guilty moans fill the room

Your brain feels like it's starting to melt as you try to drift away from reality as your head tilts back. But rough hands grasp hold of your head, forcing your to look back at her

"Look at me, pretty girl"

You comply, looking at her with pleading eyes, eyes pleading for more as she rams into you at a sloppy pace as you feel yourself spilling over the edge

"Cum for me sweetheart"

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not without the loudest shameful moan you had let out as you hit your climax and cum, messing the bed in your wetness

"Huugghh.. hugh.. hughh.."

"Pretty girl, you did so well"

She strokes your hair, pushing it out of your face, u feel fuzzy. But too tired to care.

She rustles around the room, cleaning up the toys, cleaning up blankets, and came back with a towel to clean up your messy legs, spreading them apart and gently rubbing it over your pampered slot. Then throwing it onto the floor while still keeping her eye set onto you. The only thing on her mind is you

Even tho she didn't get too much action on her own body, your pleasure is her pleasure. Seeing you look up at her embarrassed and lustful for only her turns her on like nothing else

"Ngh.."

The woman, still naked, climbs into bed and wraps her arm around you in a sort of head lock position, but a gentle one, while another pulls you closer as she spoons your limp body.

"Mmh, miss..?" You say, sloppily, drooling from the need to sleep

"Hm"

"Whats.. what's your name..?"

...

"Quanxi"

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First writing😭 hope it’s good

#quanxi x reader #quanxi #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader

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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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death and reader but death is in his reaper form? Just some fluffy protective stuff. Love your work! :)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: By the gods this request made me borderline feral. I LOVE big monsters having soft spots for their little humans. Also Death's reaper form is super... cool looking. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Summary: When Death reverts to his Reaper form when something goes to attack you, you then realize that you're stuck with this form until he manages to calm down.

Relationships: Death/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Monster/human fluff, Time to nuzzle the Reaper

Word Count: 1918

Death looks over at you; The pale, sickly green glow of the various torches illuminating your skin, and sighs.

He regrets bringing you here, with every fiber of his being. The Realm of the Dead isn't for humans, it isn't for anything alive. Hell, even he isn't technically supposed to be here. He just holds the door, throws souls through. Figuratively speaking.

But humans and their ever all-encompassing curiosity will always seem to work against their better judgement. Your, better judgement.

Death looks back over, and notices you now staring at an old pot.

A burial urn, most likely. Why you find it so fascinating he could never guess. When you bend over to pick up a gold coin off the ground just in front of it is when he decides to interject- and stop you before you can pop the lid on some angry spirit and make this realm just a bit worse off.

"I never took you for a thief,"

He says, coming closer and grasping your wrist gently. The coin stays between your fingers as you look up at him.

"I wasn't taking it, I just wanted to see what was on it." Death squeezes your wrist in a way that forces you to relinquish the coin, and it drops into his other palm. He lets it fall to the floor and it bounces three times, each with a quieter tink.

"To these souls, that is stealing. Now quit touching every single thing in sight. We have a tomb to find." Hand dropping from your wrist, Death turns from you and begins walking away, having stopped you from whatever potentially dangerous thing you'd been fiddling with.

He still regrets taking you here even as you grasp his fingers, so you can attempt to keep up; Or slow his gait down.

But Death admits within his own mind, he doesn't dislike the company. Dust and Despair don't exactly provide the most interesting commentary, and your positive attitude is not unpleasant change to the dread and nihilism he's used to facing throughout the realms. He wouldn't be so apposed to you joining him, if this place wasn't constantly seeking to rend your soul from your body at every possible moment.

"For someone who's all 'I don't care what anyone thinks',"

You make a mocking tone of his voice when you refer to him, and Death glances down at you from the corner of his eye with a fair amount of disapproval. "You sure do love being all rules when I'm around."

Death does it to keep you safe, though he always finds his tongue tied whenever he tries to say that out loud. The only time he has, it came out as him being annoyed you always get into trouble, and he'd hated the way it made your face fall slightly. He'd spend the next while being softer to you just to make up for that slip up.

You let go of his hand, speeding up your pace just slightly in order to take a look around before the Horsemen has a chance to stop you from doing so.

"Back here."

You're not far away from him at all, maybe ten paces or so, looking over your shoulder. Your hand brushes against the wall as you curiously look at something you have no idea what to call.

"I'm barely away from you. Can I not look at anything?"

Humans and their encompassing curiosity, and their stubbornness.

You step closer to look at whatever has caught your interest, before you suddenly hear something.

Death reacts to it faster than you possibly can, instantly pulling Harvester off his back and forming it into it's long, single bladed form, and rushing towards you. You don't quite register what's happening as it passes by so quick, but you still step back to as he nearly slams right into you.

Once his body is blocking yours and whatever is coming has been cut off from making it's presumed way towards you, he moves forward to try and run his scythe right through it.

When you catch sight of it from around Death's arm, it's easy to see that it's a Lich, as he'd once called them. You scramble backwards out of the fray, wisely staying close to Death, but not enough so that you'll get hit by the back swing of a weapon. You know Death himself would never slip up that way, but you doubt the undead resident has the same overall care about your well-being. If anything, it seems to want to kill you outright, if the way it tries to swerve around Death towards you is any indication.

But the Reaper continues fighting with the Lich, slicing his blade through it's ghostly mockery of flesh. He makes sure to keep himself firmly inbetween you and it, knocking it onto the floor and sending the end of his scythe directly through it's chest. It lets out a ghasty wail as it struggles and grips the weapon to free itself from Death's pin, and you scurry backwards as it attempts to move again.

Perhaps you stirred something in your retreat, or maybe it was there the entire time and only now had decided to strike, but in his tunnel focus on the main threat Death hadn't noticed in his tunnel focus that there was a second and Lich, coming from behind you just as you hear Harvester get torn from the first Lich's chest and it's wail sharply ends as it's finally destroyed.

You yell for him when you turn around and see it, tripping over your own feet as the Lich comes right for you; Since Death had taken his brother's pistol back awhile ago, you have not a thing to defend yourself from it.

An arm instinctively raises up to protect yourself, but instead of getting hit, you see the glint of a massive reaper's scythe split the massive lich in twain. It lasts nowhere near as long as the previous one, and is torn asunder in moments. It barely had time to react, let alone try and attack you.

However, it feels that Harvester- or maybe the hands holding it- seem different than usual.

Following the trail up the pole you reach Death holding it; Or more accurately, The Reaper.

He yanks the curved blade of the scythe out from the creature's chest cavity, letting flop to the ground without so much as a whimper. It fades to dust with little fanfare shortly after. The blade however is still clean, not coated with blood like whenever he's fighting demons or angels.

You glance upwards towards his face, seeing the hood obscuring it all under a haze of void black. You can just barely see the outline of his face with what little hazy green torchlight is around.

It seems in his sudden fury over your being almost harmed or at worst killed he'd toppled over the edge, shedding the form you're most used to and becoming, this.

His head jerks around in fast, rapid motions, looking around for any other threats; As Harvester remains firmly lodged in his grip. You look around as well and when you don't spot a thing, you turn your focus to the Reaper.

"Hey... Death,"

This form seems to not have any sort of real mouth to speak with, the pallid skull lacking the ability to do so. He still looks at you with interest, watching as you speak with an almost uncomfortable amount of intensity.

"I'm fine, and there's nothing else to kill, so there isn't anything to worry about now."

You hesitantly reach for one of his hands, his fingers long and thin wrapped around the scythe's pole. The Reaper doesn't stop you, and you hear the shifting of fabric and clinking of metal as he watches you. But before you can touch his hand he moves to hoist Harvester onto his back, freeing them.

Those long, talon-like fingers reach for you and it takes a good bit of effort not to flinch away, and they brush over your body and even your hair; Slowly, and soft as if enjoying the sensation. Every time you think he's going to stop and pull away, he only shifts and continues to do what you only describe as petting. You can't think of a word that fits better, but also doesn't sound as demeaning.

It's odd, however. You never would've thought this version of Death would be so, touchy feely.

As if you weren't already confused enough, you hear an odd rattling noise come from him as you watch. If you had to describe it, you would use words like pleased rumble, or perhaps even purr.

He gets closer to you while he does it, the frayed edges of his long robe brushing against your skin and clothes. Both of his bony hands cup your jaw at one point, a bit rough but clearly trying to be gentle- and you look up at him in awe of the tenderness this creature, this other part of his soul, is showing you.

This is only the second time you've seen his Reaper form; The first had been when you were safely far out of the way of any conflict. He had regressed back to normal quickly denying you more than a few short glimpses, wherein now he seems quite firmly stuck.

You know that it's Death in there, so any fear you have stays firmly lodged in your throat before you swallow it down.

"You, did a good job back there. But I think the more talkative Death might want to come back now."

More talkative might be a bit of a hopeful statement. It is Death you are talking about.

The Reaper lets out an odd noise and one of his thumbs brushes over your lip, pulling it slightly wonky. You don't know if it's the sound of his breathing or bones beneath his cloak shifting, as you hear a soft rattling sound as he watches you.

You know this being is dangerous, but knowing that it's simply another part of Death manages to quell some of the fear in you.

When you move to take a step backwards the Reaper's grip quickly tightens and he makes a noise, covering any minute amount of space you might've moved. Then even more, and you can't help but gasp as his hooded face quickly dives in-

And begins nuzzling the side of your face.

Your hands grip handfuls of his tattered cloak, squeaking at the cold feeling of his bone and hood against your cheek.

Is this even really Death? The amount of outward affection in this motion alone makes you wonder. Perhaps him being in this form makes him more unabashed, almost more primal in some sort of way. It's not as if you're going to complain, hearing that odd purr-like noise rumble against your skin.

"Alright, since it doesn't seem like normal Death is gonna be back for a bit, can I at least sit down?"

The Reaper makes a noise almost like a hum, which you can neither discern if it's positive or negative. Either way, when you actually move to attempt to sit, the Reaper tightens his grip again. So you aren't going anywhere it seems, and must accept your fate as The Reaper's newfound comfort plushie as you lean your head back against his own pale skull.

Death will certainly love to hear about this when he's back to normal, for sure.

#darksiders x reader #darksiders death x reader #darksiders death x you #Darksiders/Reader #Darksiders Death/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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kattythingz · 10 months ago

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I need Ed meeting Black Canary. She's a badass, she's emotionally intelligent, she can never meet Teacher or General Armstrong (he's still terrified of that particular team up), she's also the one in charge of his new the kids' training

So. I did what you asked, technically. The prompt... got away from me a little. For 2.7k.

Don't hate me too much haha

YJ x FMA Pt. 7

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍 Pt. 3 🩵 Pt. 4 💙 Pt. 5 🧡 Pt. 6 💛

Robin zetaed into the mission room that afternoon just in time to glimpse Kaldur hitting the training ground.

Robin’s eyebrows shot up as Kaldur gave an actual noise at the impact—a rarity in sparring, considering his literally tougher skin—and didn’t rise immediately. Ed walked the short distance toward Kaldur’s sitting-up form, dressed in his high-neck shirt from yesterday and clearly borrowed pants from Ling, extending a friendly grin and a hand to Kaldur.

Kaldur accepted both with a smile, and Ed hauled him up without a sweat.

“You still good?” he asked amusedly.

“I am only just starting,” Kaldur said, then chuckled. “Although, if all your tosses carry such force, then I think I might owe Ling an apology now for laughing at him yesterday.”

Ling exaggerated a gasp in the peanut gallery outside the training circle, a familiar red hoodie draped over his arm, and Ed let out a snort. “Nah, Ling had that one coming for weeks. Anyway, you took that impact pretty well, considering I’ve used the same force on a suit of armor for four years straight.” He eyed Kaldur curiously. “Is your skin tough, by any chance?”

Kaldur blinked at the easy, and accurate, assessment. “Yes, it is. Did you figure that out just from tossing me?”

“Well, not really,” Ed hummed. “Your skin’s got a bit of a shine to it in the right lighting. It reminded me a little of shark scales—which, I guess is pretty cliche, huh?”

He laughed at Kaldur’s politely deadpan expression, but it wasn’t from any place of mockery; Robin didn’t think anything about this guy was disingenuous. That, and Ling’s brighter eyes at the sound spoke really gross volumes.

“A little,” Kaldur admitted, “but I take no offense to that.”

“Cool, cool. Tell me if I ever do put my foot in my mouth, though, yeah? I don’t wanna go around pissing off the wrong guys and all.”

Ling choked on air out of nowhere, coughing frantically into his hand when Ed whipped toward him with narrowed eyes.

“You got something to say, babe?” Ed asked, and Ling sweat-dropped.

“O-Of course not. Just a bit of inhaled dust. As you were.”

Robin stifled his own laugh at the sight much better than Ling—unlike Wally, who hastily scrambled to slap a hand over his own escaped chortle. Robin stopped next to his best friend with a cheery elbow to his side, grinning when Wally released his silence upon impact. He shot Robin a glare, in tandem with Ed’s eyes darting to Wally as well.

Unfortunately, before Robin could witness a double murder, Kaldur cleared his throat, saying, “I have been meaning to ask, Ed.”

Ed humphed before turning to Kaldur, to Ling and Wally’s laughable relief. “What?”

He said it a little irately, but Robin was starting to think that was maybe the guy’s default setting and nothing to take personally. So, another Superboy, basically. They all had more than enough experience with that.

“You mentioned earlier before you grabbed me, ‘too low,’” Kaldur said. “But I was using the same angle that I usually do with Robin as my partner. Black Canary has already advised me on my technique there, and she would have told me if I was slipping in our previous training…”

He trailed off near the end, sounding uncharacteristically insecure, probably because he thought Black Canary was holding back some sort of disappointment in him.

Which was stupid, Robin thought, considering Kaldur was practically their best at hand-to-hand.

Ed must’ve realized something similar, either about Kaldur’s character or his skill, as he softened with a grin suddenly.

“It wasn’t your angle, technically,” Ed said. “It’s more, you didn’t put enough push into the strike. You mentioned sparring with Robin—I’m guessing he moves around a lot and never stays in one place?”

He glanced over at Robin as though for confirmation, a keen intelligence in that single look, and Robin hoped his startled nerves didn’t show at being mentalized so easily. He pulled a smirk before anyone could notice him wavering and said, “You got it!”

“Right.” Robin let out an imperceptible exhale when Ed dismissed him for Kaldur in the next breath. “So, your problem was exactly that. You kept expecting me to bounce out of the way, but I stood my ground every time, and it threw you off.”

Wally was definitely staring at Robin in his periphery, but he ignored him in favor of focusing on Kaldur’s reaction to the words. He furrowed his brow, considering, before his eyes widened.

“Oh, I see,” he said. “So, next time, I would need to anchor my strikes more?”

Ed chuckled. “A little more to it than that. It’s a matter of quicker adaptability, I think—”

“So, what’s with the impromptu lesson, anyway?” Robin leaned into Wally to whisper, while Ed imparted Black Canary-level advice onto Kaldur. “I didn’t realize you were so excited to get your ass handed to you outside of training.”

“Shut up, dude,” Wally whispered back, annoyed. “That is so not what happens. And, I’m not the one who suggested this. It was Artemis who asked; blame her.”

“Hey! Nobody forced you to watch,” Artemis retorted. “You can go back to losing at video games if you really want to. Some of us actually want to learn a thing or two.”

Artemis had a point, obviously, but… It was weird. That she’d prompted this.

Was Artemis gauging Ed too? Bruce had made it clear to Robin the other day that the League had little reason, for now, to be wary of Ed—but that was the thing. There was always a “for now” attached to these things until they had concrete assurance.

Robin was more into the hands-off approach, personally. Ed seemed like a fun guy, and Ling trusted him with his literal future in marriage, so Robin didn’t think there was anything shady to uncover about him, per se. But this was also the second time that same group of bad guys, led by the same head scientist, had gone and kidnapped someone from the same other world. And they didn’t even have a name for this organization yet. The circumstances warranted a smidgen of caution, at the very least.

That being said.

“Oh, oh! If Kaldur’s had his turn now, can I go next?”

Ed and Kaldur turned their heads to him, both frowning with their own suspicion and surprise respectively.

“I don’t trust that tone,” Ed said carefully, which caused Ling to snort.

Robin grinned, taking the compliment generously. “You mean you aren’t curious how our styles match up in a fight?”

Artemis made an interested noise next to him. “Actually, now that you mention it…”

“I’d be willing to bet on something like that!” Wally chimed in, munching on an energy bar. “Ten bucks says Rob loses for once.”

Ed’s eyes lit at the apparent challenge now. “For once?”

“Robin is the best among us in hand-to-hand combat, thus far,” Kaldur filled in for Ed. He eased out of position in favor of holding a contemplative hand to his chin. “It… would be interesting to witness the match-up. If you wouldn’t mind, that is, Ed.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, don’t bother asking me—”

“I don’t mind,” Ed interrupted Robin with an outright smirk, and Robin could already feel the action itching under his skin, begging to say bet. “But if you do—”

“You are so on!” Robin laughed before launching himself onto the training circle.

“Alright! Give us a show, wonder boy!” Wally cheered, which came in insulting tandem with Ling’s cheerier, “Remember he’s still a child, Ed!”

Kaldur gave Robin his own smirk as he passed, bidding him good luck before dropping between Megan and Superboy, and with only the entire team’s respect for him on the line, Robin wasted no time getting into stance.

“On three?” Ed said.

“Only if you need the countdown.”

Ed’s grin sharpened an edge, and that was all the warning Robin let linger before taking the first lunge.

He nearly took the first bruise too when the zeta tube speaker blared out of the blue.

Recognized: Black Canary, one-three.

Robin staggered on his recovery landing only because Ed pulled away so abruptly. Robin almost stared at that bizarre reaction, but the zeta tube announcing Batman’s arrival next gave him his own pause.

Black Canary and Batman strode in, the former raising an eyebrow at the sight of the busy training ground.

“I see you’ve already taken over my half of classes,” she said. “I haven’t even told the team yet.”

Robin had several questions already. Among them why Ed stuttered in response to the teasing, “Oh, no, this wasn’t—I haven’t taken over anything yet, this was just—”

“I’m kidding, Ed,” she stopped him with a laugh. Her smile softened when he straightened to meet her gaze when she was close enough. “I wouldn’t have minded if you did start today. As long as it gets the team training on time.”

“R-Right.” Ed’s cheeks went pink, and he rubbed the side of his neck. “Obviously. But I’ll still be sure to ask next time.”

Black Canary looked amused at that, and it took Robin a second to realize—

“If you say so.”

Ed was intimidated.

It was almost too insane to be true, and it reflected in all of Robin’s teammates when he shared a bewildered glance with them. Ed talked back at the Batman without batting an eye, but he held himself practically on his toes around Black Canary? Talk about doing things backward; that made zero sense.

It made perfect sense to Ling, at least, who gave a light-hearted greeting to Black Canary as he hopped onto the circle.

“I see you two have already met!” Ling said, and there was something in the subtle widening of his grin and in Ed’s hasty glare at him that Robin was so poking later.

“Woah, back up a second there,” Wally interjected, stumbling onto the circle too, prompting the rest of the team to follow. “What haven’t you told us yet? And what does Ed have to do with it?”

“Ed’s going to take over half your combat training starting after your next misson,” Batman made his voice known on that dramatic note. Robin was sure that was a smirk trying to tug Batman’s lips. “You’ll be splitting your time between him and Black Canary, to make the most of your training.”

“Really? That’s great!” Megan beamed, to Superboy’s noticeable disgruntlement. He crossed his arms and humphed. Although, he didn’t grumble like Robin expected. So that was probably a good sign for warming up to Ed.

Ling shared Megan’s excitement on a softer heat, expression nakedly fond as he said to Ed, “Yes, very great. And undoubtedly not your idea?”

“It was my idea, actually,” Ed snarked, turning his nose and earning goopier eyes from Ling for the motion. “It’s called equivalent exchange, not free-loading and mooching off other people’s resources.”

“Is that not the same thing twice?”

“The hell it is—!”

“Alright, settle down, everyone,” Black Canary said, coolly, though the laugh was well-hidden in her voice. “We didn’t come here just to give this news. Batman has a new mission for you. And a question for Ed.”

Everyone started at the words and, like a switch flipped, they turned their serious attention to Batman. Ed sobered too, saying, “For me?”

“Yes.” Batman pulled up an immediately familiar map on a holographic screen. Robin narrowed his eyes, already wondering—

“The Watchtower detected an immense power surge in the Bialyan Desert.” Batman zoomed in the map to the desert in question. “Spectral analysis revealed elements that are non-terrestrial in origin. However, given recent revelations with the team’s last mission, we now have reason to believe these signals might be otherworldly as well. We adjusted our readings with that in mind to align more with previous power surges of your variety”—he looked pointedly at Ed and Ling—“and came up with something like a pictionary.”

Ed caught on instantly. “A circle, you mean?!”

Batman nodded. “This is what it looks like.”

Robin wasn’t sure what he was looking at for a second. The circle resembled nothing of the one that had summoned Ed and Ling here. It was much simpler, with less tiny symbols scrawled between the circles and the triangle in the middle. Honestly, Robin’s first stupid thought had been—

“The Illuminati?” Wally choked out, laughing. “Are you serious?”

“The whatnow?” Megan said, in adorable tandem with Superboy’s confusion.

“The Illuminati! It’s—well, it’s a little hard to explain if you’re not even familiar with internet culture, but—”

“No.”

Everything stopped at Ed’s whisper, suddenly.

Robin whirled around with the rest of the team, and he was sure his eyes weren’t the only ones to widen at the stark horror contorting Ed’s features.

Ling’s own expression crumpled in comparison, bleeding concern in his call of, “Ed? What is it?”

“This is what your signals showed?” Ed bowled right over his fiance’s attempt at comfort, staggering forward. “This? Are you sure?”

“We triple-checked it,” Batman said, and the set line of his lips deepened when Ed paled. “I guess I don’t have to ask if it’s familiar. What does it mean?”

“It’s—”

Ed barely got out the word before swallowing it heavily. His hands were shaking, Robin noted with alarm, and his eyes looked like they couldn’t stray from the circle, no matter how hard his breathing shuddered.

He shook his head vehemently. “It doesn’t matter. Because this shouldn’t be here. Al and I made sure of it ourselves—”

“Ed, you’re not making any sense,” Ling intervened gently, taking one of Ed’s tremulous hands. Weary eyes darted to Ling, and finally settled a little. “Explain it to me, at least. What is that circle?”

The atmosphere pulled with Ed’s tentative inhale. And exhale.

Even Superboy was poised to react to… something, a rare concern pinching his brow when Ed sucked in a proper breath at last, if only to whisper.

“It’s a transmutation base. One of Tucker’s—the one he used to…”

Matching horror dawned on Ling. “Are you certain?”

“I think I’d remember that damn circle painted on his walls in red with Nina—!”

“Sunshine, take another breath. It’s alright.” Ed let out a jagged breath at Ling’s thumb soothing the back of his hand. He ducked his head, making a better effort to steady himself, and Ling released his own short sigh of relief. He glanced around the group with some pain before murmuring to Ed, “Do you want me to explain all that to them? Or can you?”

“No, I…” Inhale. Exhale. Ed raised his chin. “I can do it.”

He kept one hand in Ling’s as he twisted to face Batman. He carefully didn’t face the rest of the team, nor Black Canary, curiously. “That circle alone couldn’t have emitted that surge you were talking about. It’s less of a complete circle, and more of a tweaked base to implement into a larger reaction. And this one… has been tweaked to merge living things.”

Robin tensed at the weighty delivery. Ed hadn’t said it, but he didn’t need to. His seconds-ago reaction spelled it out: they were talking about humans here.

Batman shared the same thinking, as he intoned, “All living things?”

“Theoretically, yes.” Ed clenched his jaw. “Realistically, you’d probably only get concrete results with small animals. Like I said, it’s… stronger, as an amplifier.”

“I see.”

Batman pursed his lips. Minutely as always, but… more obvious than usual too. This wasn’t an easy implication to swallow for anyone.

Superboy was especially affected as he squeezed his fists, and Megan shot him a worried look. She didn’t risk comforting him yet, but Robin had a feeling she’d be trying to later.

“What does this mean for our mission, Batman?” Kaldur was the one to pose the question on the team’s minds.

“Nothing, for now,” Batman said. “Your mission remains to find out the source of whatever caused that power surge, whatever its nature. If it turns out our same mystery organization is involved, and in Bialya no less, we’ll consider the impacts then.”

The team put on their game faces and nodded, but Ed remained despondent in the corner of Robin’s vision, and Ling’s sympathetic eyes stayed on him too.

Robin pretended not to notice Black Canary setting a hand on Ed’s shoulder as the team got ready for their mission. And nobody asked what she’d whispered to him.

That had been spelled out too.

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#fullmetal alchemist #fma #young justice #edling #edward elric #ling yao #dick grayson #kaldur'ahm #wally west #dinah lance #bruce wayne #yj x fma #crossover #fanfiction #my fic #katmail #don't ask me where the angst came from #I swear this was gonna be silly. I swear #crystalizedirongoblin

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dagnab · 2 months ago

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(ey hotpocket anon here)

may've infospiraled leading up to what i wanted to ask so feel free to ignore/only read the question. enjoyed your reponse on Viktor/the writing regardless!

but yeah big agree on the issue starting in season 1 and the larger foreign threat cop out almost being inevitable when the villains can't be allowed to be right/systems allowed to change.

like even as someone who only knows league through the osmosis grapevine, even i knew riot has a track record of centrist writing. so not sure what i was expecting lol, guess i hoped they'd have a little more tact/not be so brazen (cough black jinxer seeing an enforcer be nice to an old lady ONE time and goes to bat/dies for Piltover in an enforcer uniform)??? /head in my hands

like i love a good tragedy but season 2...wasn't that. heck it wasn't even bittersweet imo, just kinda depressing, masquerading as aspirational/realistic.

like of course this is where stuff goes when the writers believe systems are inherently good and fault lies with individuals. soon as Piltover was about to """grant""" Zaun independence and that gets ruined by an ~undesirable~ knew we were cooked. machine herald Viktor would've required a more grounded/nuanced approach they couldn't just ramp/scale with minimal effort. which isn't to excuse where the writing falters badly but can't say i'm shocked.

if they "had" to go the purple route, wish they'd at least leaned into the hextech as technical process all the way through. interfacing with power unfathomably large/complex is interesting but boiling down to big power always bad is kinda boring, esp for a narrative that believes power int the right hands is fine. it would've been more interesting for it to function like a system/character to be understood rather than a godly power (that can only really be wielded by the chosen/doom everyone for wanting a better world).

anyway unfortunately now i'm desperate to read some rewrites cause these characters are too interesting to leave ending like that. but god i do not wanna wade through the racism/ableism.

like Sky and Isha getting dusted/used by the narrative like that was just foul??? in 2024?? give me Jayce and Heimerdinger actually apologizing for their complicity, doing more to right it than just dying (what can i say as a Silco fan—i wanna see characters live/FIGHT for the cause). did Viktor, a highly visible disabled character have to becoming specifically a eugenicist to have a villain arc all while his autonomy over his own actions is in question? that seems...particularly insensitive at this moment in history. did Vi have to become a cop and be down to gas her people that quick after years of daily beatings? and the fact that everything Viktor ever did was for nothing, that the best possible outcome he could hope for across EVERY UNIVERSE/TIMELINE is to not die alone/die while comforting someone who still doesn't fully understand him (yes i'm a Jayce speech hater, as gorgeous/touching as the visuals are). and uh maybe a dictator facing consequences that don't involve disability as "punishment"?

which is all to say,—QUESTION—in an ideal world, what story beats would you've like to see for Viktor/the show?

i'm chomping at the bit to read read/imagine rewrites that do better by the characters/themes.

Hotpocket anon ily and I owe you an apology this ask has been fermenting in my inbox for like a week now because I've been stewing on complaints and ideas so hard.

It's gotten to the point where my post was getting way too long sooo uhhhhhh I just started writing a full machine herald rewrite fic. I'll link it when tha first chapter is out 😌

#i'm in so deep. it's just time #ALSO I HARD AGREE WITH EVERYTHING U MENTIONED!!#extremely real and true and correct #arcane critical

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ask-cockanaya-repository · 9 months ago

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Kyle and Ash

An old and unfinished rp involving two guys hooking up after a concert. One had a huge dick, the other has two dicks.

(Do also note I've done no, like, proofreading or checks to make sure things are good.)

[7/9/2015 10:05:58 PM] [REDACTED]: The whole crowd going wild around him, Ash smiles as his favorite song comes on, arms going into the air. Bopping his head to the beat, he checks his phone for the time quickly before closing his eyes and really getting into it, whole body bouncing a bit in excitement. Something about the bassline in Pesticide really got him going.

[7/9/2015 11:18:14 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Petrichor might not have been his favorite band but damn if they didn't play their hearts out in concert. The faintest of smirks creeps onto Kyle's face as he bobs his head and body, acting much more subdued than most everyone else around him. Of course that's cause he was saving his energy for the finale and because he didn't like to express himself that much. God were they good though.

[12:16:54 AM] [REDACTED]: As Pesticide peters out Ash checks his phone again. With a nod he looks around himself and starts texting as he makes his way to the left side of the stadium. Not ten seconds after he gets started though does he bump into somebody because he's not paying attention. Shit! He nearly catches his phone three times before it drops into the mud and he groans. Picking it out, he looks up at the person who acted as his obstacle. S-sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Um. He wipes his phone off on his cargo shorts and stows it away. You alright?

[12:26:26 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle's eyes open as he's bumped into, nearly falling over just from the unexpected bump. It takes him a good few seconds to readjust himself so he's standing fine, having nearly fallen over due to some certain attributes. Before responding he raises a hand and flips his hair to the other side of his face. "Yeah. It's no problem, man. It's cool. I tend to get lost in the song myself. Helps forget about other stuff you know?"

[12:32:41 AM] [REDACTED]: I guess. I mean, I'm enjoying the music, but I have a lot of other stuff on my mind still. He argues with himself between staying and going, and decides it would be rude to jet at ths point. But Petrichor is my favorite band, so I'm definitely gonna have a good time tonight. They were only a few songs into the concert, and Petrichor always did three or more encores, so. Assuming I don't lose my hearing. It's so loud!

[12:59:23 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Ha! That's what you get for coming to a concert. There always loud. S'why I said it's easy to forget cause it basically knocks everything else out of your head. At least for me anyway." Kyle gives a little shrug and puts both his hands into his jeans' pockets, which if Ash followed them he'd probably get a nice view of the obscene bulge in Kyle's pants. It took a few moments for him to say anything again, wondering if he should actually talk for once instead of just brooding. "So. What's up then that you can't focus on the earsplitters?" He nodded towards the huge speaker systems that were up on stage.

[1:18:08 AM] [REDACTED]: D'ya mind if I say it's personal?… Don't worry, it's nothing bad, I just can't get it outta my head After some post Pesticide technical difficulties, they finally start into Fertilizer. Nice. Heh, I guess they're hitting both ends of the scale tonight. I figured Weed Killer would be next. It begins to dawn on him that a large portion of their songs were just named after vaguely hardcore sounding plant things. Oh no, did Robbie get a new guitar? I liked the black one!

[1:22:40 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Nah that's fine. Ain't gonna pry. People gotta have their secrets." At Ash's words Kyle turned to look at the stage, a small frown forming. "Oh man. That fucking sucks, dude. Guess the other one bit the dust. Oh well. Least he got a new one so they can still do the concerts." With a sigh Kyle pulled one hand from his pants to check on his phone, eyes squinting from the light as he checked to see if anyone had sent him anything since he hadn't checked his phone since he got in here. "You come with anybody?"

[1:26:08 AM] [REDACTED]: Nnnnope. I had a friend who was interested but she said she'd rather just hear about it afterwards. He instinctually checks his own phone as well, and catches the time on the still partially muddy screen. Shit! Sorrry, I gotta go to the bathroom! Umm!! Looking back and forth between Kyle and the bathroom area with a conflicted look, he finally makes a decision. He begins rushing off in the same direction as before, except he doesn't bump into anybody this time. Catch you later maybe!

[1:31:42 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just stares at him as he runs away, wondering briefly if he should follow or not. The first thing that comes to mind is that they wouldn't exactly be able to see each other later given, well, they didn't even share names. With a sigh he walks quickly to the bathrooms and leisurely steps inside. Thankfully this place had actual bathrooms rather than a bunch of porta potties. Kyle thinks for a moment to call out for the guy he just met but figures it would probably be better to just wait. At least the bathroom was empty except for him.

[1:38:23 AM] [REDACTED]: There's a tapping from inside one of the stalls, fingernails against the wall between it and the other stall. No shoes are visible from beneath the door, so they must be hiding up on the toilet or something. A little bit of crude writing on the door says "Other stall for a good time from 9:00 to 10:00" with a short list of dates below it, all ccoincedentally coinciding with concerts, including today.

[1:49:06 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: 'Oh so that's why he needed to bolt.' thinks Kyle, the faintest of smirks coming onto his face. He doesn't get long to think to himself though as he hears what sounds like someone making their way into the bathroom. Without thinking about it much he slips himself into the stall beside the person he was just talking to before. He sits there for a few seconds and luckily it seems he was mistaken about someone else coming in. With a sigh of relief he leans back on the toilet, taking out his phone to check the time with the ones on the stall. [1:56:47 AM] [REDACTED]: As soon as Kyle sits down, two fingers beckon him over through the hole between stalls, nails covered in glittery red nail polish. Before pulling back through the hole, they point up at the words "FREE ORAL, $5 ANAL" in all caps just above. It sounds a little odd, but a rather sultry female voice says "Interested?" [2:00:16 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: The voice confused Kyle for a second, for a moment wondering if the person he met had just magicked their way out of the bathroom. He put his phone away and rubbed at his chin. "Yeah. I think I'll bit. Free oral sounds too good a deal to pass up." Of course he was nervous about doing this, wondering exactly how the person in the other stall would react to him so he just sat for the moment and waited for a reply.

[2:04:24 AM] [REDACTED]: It sounds like somebody in that stall squeaked very quietly, but not the person speaking. "Then I'm gonna need you to unzip, bad boy." There are a couple of clicking noises like a phone typing, moments later the woman "Ahh"s quietly, but says nothing more, almost like she's stifling a laugh.

[2:09:52 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Alright then. You ever been with any big guy's before?" To show that he wasn't just trying to talk to them he goes through the process of taking off his pants, chains gingling and zipper sliding before a few small noises as his pants hit the ground. He figures it would be better to do this soft since he didn't trust sticking his hard cock through the stall. Liable to poke someone's eye out. So for now he just flops his foot long softie between his hands.

[2:17:13 AM] [REDACTED]: Nothing comes to the hole, so it's impossible to tell if they even see his display. Am I about to? Forgive me if I'm cautious, but I don't want you seeing any part of my face if I can help it. Don't want to be known as the bathroom slut, right? She giggles like she does this all the time and is perfectly relaxed, and like she's not kneeling in a stall offering sexual services.

[2:20:02 AM | Edited 2:20:35 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Yeah I'd say you were about to." He stands up and turns to face the hole, another faint smirk on his face. First blowjob he'll have had in months. Of course he quickly realizes the problem when he pushes his soft tip against the hole and it doesn't immediately slide in. "If I can fit the thing." With a bit of work and spit he manages to get his shaft through in one push, shivering as his tip slaps against the cold stall wall. Here's hoping no one freaked out.

[2:26:43 AM | Edited 2:27:59 AM] [REDACTED]: HOLY SHIT Ash immediately bursts out, causing the woman to sound distressed. "Asha? What happened? Are you okay?" After a little bit of scrabbling he yells I WILL CALL YOU BACK and loudly hangs up his phone. UH. Y-yo- th-this- that, that uh. I… The stall Ash was in loudly bursts open and his sneakers squeak on the floor as he walks out of it. ……………. Please zip up before coming out.

[2:32:36 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: And there was the reaction he was expecting, sighing a bit as he pulls his shaft from the wall. It took a bit of effort and time to stuff it all back into his pants but he manages, frowning a bit as he opens up the stall door, putting his hands back in his pockets as he steps out. At least realizing that it was the person he was talking to before did alleviate his mood a bit. He thought for a moment about saying something but figured it'd just make things more awkward.

[2:41:42 AM] [REDACTED]: So. That was surprising. Ash is blushing hard, but has the courage to make proper eye contact. We should probably… Introduce properly? He extends his hand for a shake. I normally give strangers a fake name, but since you heard it already, I'm Asha, Ash for short. In the properly lit restroom it's easier to tell his right hand is the one with the red nail polish, and the other is in his pocket, probably clutching his phone. He's got black cargo shorts above what must be fishnet stockings, but they go all the way up his legs and disappear into his shorts. His crop top has four big cartoony skulls on a black backdrop, so it could be a Four Skulls t-shirt originally but their logo is pretty indistinct and the "FOUR SKULLS" would be on the part that was hacked off to expose his smooth midriff, with a red belly button piercing. He's even wearing a teeny bit of makeup

[2:46:49 AM | Edited 2:49:13 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "I'll say. Name's Kyle." He reahces out and shakes Ash's hand, occasionally glancing down to look at his outfit. Kyle was dressed mostly in black: black pants, shoes, and hoodie. Even his ear piercings were black though his shirt had white stripes on it. And of course there was that obscene bulge in his pants. No wonder he usually spends time in dark places. "I'm guessing that's the private stuff you mentioned before right? I mean. If it ain't sorry for bringing it up again. Just curious is all. Nice makeup by the by."

[3:11:55 AM] [REDACTED]: HAH! Yes, yes, that was the er. Private. Thing. He coughs a little, whether from nervousness or an actual cough it's hard to tell. Somebody else barges into the bathroom and looks quizzically into the empty stall Ash was just in. You just missed her dude, but she said she might be back. He looks a little displeased but walks out anways. Thank you, on the makeup thing. I had help. His eyes stand out as dark blue, the same shade as the sapphires in his single crescent moon earing. Um, so yeah. This is what I was planning on doing for the middle portion of the show.

[3:17:53 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just nodded in response, nearly jumping out of his skin when the other guy came in. "Ah. I gotcha. At least you're doing it over some of their not as good songs. I hope I'm not messing with your business at all. Course seeing as it was free you don't get paid much do you?" He was starting to be a bit more talkative now, both from getting to know Ash and because of nervousness. Plus that minor fondling of his schlong and the promise of a blowjob was starting to get him hard.

[3:32:24 AM] [REDACTED]: I have no idea what my income would be from this, it was my first try. I figured I might be able to pay off the ticket at least, since I got it cheap. Although I should have brought condoms too… He gets lost in thought for a few seconds. A-anyways! I don't know if I want to go back now, you sorta broke my confidence. Either way, do you… want my number? I dunno if you'll be interested in somebody who's had the dicks of other strangers in him but it might be cool to just… hang out, or chat or something?

[3:36:04 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Hey I ain't gonna judge you for doing it. Gonna help out a little though before you give me your number." Kyle reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet, pulling out a twenty and handing it to Ash. "Here. Was gonna buy a t-shirt or some shit but I'm sure I'll have a friend who's gonna see another Petrichor concert during this tour so it's no biggie."

[3:42:26 AM] [REDACTED]: Oh! He seems reluctant to take it but eventually stuffs it into his own wallet with a smile. Thanks a ton! I'm gonna head back in and see if I get any takers for the remaining A phone is checked fifty minutes. Here. Spying Kyle's phone, he takes it and punches his number into a fresh contact, leaving the name field blank for him to fill out. Now if you don't mind I have a fairly embarassing phone call to make.

[3:45:40 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Don't sweat it. We'll talk after the show. If that's alright I mean. If not then later or something." He gives a little shrug as he writes Ash into the contact field. He sends a text to check and see if everything's in order, nodding when he hears Ash's phone vibrate. "Alright well. Good luck? Not sure what to say really. If it makes you feel better you're probably not gonna get anyone half as big as me in there." He nods to the stall before stepping out of the bathroom, a faint smile on his face as he, for once, happily listens to the music.

[4:03:23 AM] [REDACTED]: Aint that a shame! He yells at Kyle's back while he leaves, then starts to dial his friend again. --- A little under an hour later Ash steps out of the bathroom feeling a little used, scanning the top of the crowd to see if he could spot his new acquaintance, with his phone to his ear, no longer on speakerphone. Yes, you'll get a cut! And here I thought you were helping out of the kindness of your heart. Hehe, yeah, that was a little dirty, but you seem to have come out fine. Op, music's picking back up, see you Tuesday! The first notes of Acid Rain make him feel like he has amazing timing, as it's the first of three songs they always do to finish off a show before the encores. Ah well, if he couldn't find Kyle they did say they'd meet up later. He turns to the stage and starts to get back into the guitar and that silky smooth voice. If only the singer had come into the bathroom he muses.

[4:14:50 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Once again Kyle had gotten into that trance like state he gets into when he listens to his favorite musics. In the back of his mind he figures maybe he should look for Ash but wonders what would be the point. They'd be meeting after the show anyway. Plus this gives them both a chance to enjoy the music before they spend some time together or whatever the hell was going to happen.

[4:40:04 AM] [REDACTED]: *After four (four!!) consecutive encores, the place starts to clear out, revealing tons of trash and puddles of spilled drink, as well as a few wallets and phones and such from the people who got too drunk to notice they even dropped something. Grinning pretty wide from the show, Ash leans against the sign for the place and sends Kyle a brief text, just in case they didn't see each other as they passed by.

[4:42:17 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle looked at his phone as he neared the exit, a small smirk on his face. Seems Ash got out just in time to enjoy the end of the show. He passes out of the gate and sees his new friend leaned up against the sign, raising a hand to wave at him before placing it back into his pants. "Hey. So. How was the night? If you don't mind my asking."

[4:49:46 AM] [REDACTED]: Ah, uh. *He holds up six five dollar bills* I guess leaving it up for a while in advance really helped. Can't believe how quick most people are, almost takes the fun out of it. He clears his throat. So uh, sorry for freaking out at you earlier? I doubt you can blame me, but it was just SUPER surprising. He decides to omit the fact that his friend was interested in meeting Kyle, because she'd totally steal him for herself Anyways, since we both went alone I figured it wouldn't hurt to get a bite to eat together, right?

[4:52:38 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Nah I'm used to that react by now. Even from people who act like they wanna see it at first but then they freak out when I show 'em. And sure. Food sounds good." He gave a little nod and leaned on the sign next to Ash, taking out his phone to check the time again. "You got somewhere good to go? If not I think I might know a place or two. Course it's nothing fancy but it's good."

[4:56:47 AM] [REDACTED]: Only fast food places, so no. Me and Ab stopped going for food so people would stop thinking we were a couple so I never learned any places with real food. Since there's only one way to go anyways, he pushes himself up and starts moving slowly So what other bands do you like? Petrichor's my fave. Did I already say that?

[5:01:33 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Ha. Was gonna suggest that myself. Don't think anywhere else is open anyway." He trudges behind Ash which ends up giving him a nice view of his ass, a small smirk creeping onto his face. Despite his usually somber attitude he's really tempted to mess with Ash and squeeze his ass. "I got a few but we can talk about those over food. Or at least after we get somewhere a bit more comfortable. You got a car or are we taking the bus? Former might let me into a few of the other bands you like. See if I know any of them."

[2:09:53 PM] [REDACTED]: Actually I walked because I live so close, but yeah, I drive. It's like eleven at night so there's minimal traffic, Ash crossing the street quickly despite caution, then heading left towards the nearest group of houses.

[2:20:03 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle followed quickly behind him, hands always in his pockets, probably trying to keep his phone and wallet from falling out. "Ah. Yeah I took the bus. It's cheaper than asking to borrow one of my parents' cars. S'why I brought that twenty I gave you. Was hoping I had some change left over for the bus from the shirt."

[[2:56:43 PM] [REDACTED]: So you gifted it to an aspiring prostitute you had just met instead? Prudent spending decisions there Kyle. He laughed. Not aspiring anymore I suppose. That's a weird thought. Ash's rather unassuming house is just at the end of the street on the corner, with a sort of old (and not in the cool way) car sitting in the driveway with a few stickers on the back window, next to cars obviously belonging to parental figures.

[3:04:31 PM | Edited 3:05:32 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "I doubt the t-shirts were less than twenty dollars anyway. Should've brought a fifty instead but oh well." He gives a little shrug as he walks up Ash's driveway with him, glancing at the car and the house. For a moment he felt he should say something about the two but figured it'd be better just to stay quiet or to talk about something different. "So. We're going in the car, not your house, right? Figure I should ask since you're folks look like they're home and I doubt you wanna take me inside."

[4:31:29 PM] [REDACTED]: Why wouldn't I? You seem nice enough. And it's not like my dad's gonna say "What's up with that boy's package??" Snickering, he nears the car. Although he might if he knew I was inclined to partners of my gender in the first place. Which he will ~never know~ The car is unlocked and he slips in the driver side

[4:37:39 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Well you never know. Being this big you kinda get a quite a few people interested. None of 'em stick around though." With another shrug he steps into the car, getting in the passenger's seat. Maybe it might've been more polite to sit in the back but he figured it wouldn't matter. Of course he had to sit with his legs apart though, massive bulge reaching over halfway down his thighs.

[5:20:38 PM] [REDACTED]: You prefer McDogal's or Burger Emperor? I'd say Patty's is better but that's a little too far away.Once the car starts up they pull out and head toward the more dense part of town,where the most businesses are. Howdo you ever get comfortable with that thing? The bulge itself almost looks bigger than your actual package was.

[5:22:50 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just faintly smirks and shrugs, moving one hand to pat the bulge in his pants. "It looks bigger cause there's more there. I didn't stuff my nuts through. And it can be a hassle but when you had it this long you get used to it." It takes him a moment to remember that there was a question about food too, merely shrugging his shoulders. "Either's fine really. Fast food's fast food."

[5:36:36 PM] [REDACTED]: Hah, more or less, but McDogal's has better fries. It's a fairly short drive at this time of night, and they can park right by the door. Uh. I wonder if it's okay to go in wearing this? He realizes how revealing his outfit is and contemplates changing his shirt before shrugging and heading inside.

[5:41:23 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: After looking over Ash for a second before shrugging as well, stepping inside behind his friend. "Nah. I doubt they'll end up focusing too much on that. There's bound to be other people from the concert who stopped in." As he walks in he's surprised to see there's not anyone really inside save for the cashiers. The two cute cashiers as it were. Guess everyone took the drive through.

[5:48:59 PM] [REDACTED]: Hey, uh. He glances the menu over quickly despite knowing what he wants Ten piece nugget, medium drink, small fries, please. He looks over at Kyle since it's his turn to order. I can pay, by the way.

[5:53:15 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "You sure? Well. Alright. If you say so." Kyle steps up a bit closer to the counter to look over the menu. "And what would you… like, sir?" He glances down at the cashier as they stutter, noticing the line of sight and faintly smirking. "Same thing I guess. If that's okay, dude." He turns to look at Ash to make sure if it was.

[6:02:09 PM] [REDACTED]: Yeah, we're good. Since it's cheap here, he just pulls out some of the money he made earlier and hands it over. Hey, you paying attention? He snaps his fingers in front of the boy's face. It's a little rude to stare at my friend when I'm talking to you.

[7/10/2015 5:04:15 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It takes the cashier a few seconds to respond, shaking his head a bit and nodding. "Right. Sorry about that, sir." He nonchalantly takes it and rings everything up, eyes still glancing over at that obscene bulge. "Will, um, that be all." The woman cashier next to him would usually reprimand him for being distracted but she couldn't help but stare either.

[7/10/2015 5:39:20 PM | Edited 5:39:30 PM] [REDACTED]: Yes, thank you very much. This is said a little sarcastically. They get their receipt and pick a table, but due to the vacancy it doesn't take long for their food, which Asha retrieves and sits down with. So. Favorite bands? Munch

[7/10/2015 5:57:11 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Huh? Oh." Seems Kyle was lost in thought, probably about teasing the cashiers more. "Well Petrichor of course. Hoggtonn or however the hell you say that. The one with the boar skull." As he thinks he eats a few of his chicken nuggets and fries, occasionally glancing over back at the cashiers.

[7/10/2015 6:01:14 PM | Edited 6:01:21 PM] [REDACTED]: Hoggtonn's alright, but their vocal focused side project, Piggtonn? Way better. Ash's chicken doesn't last long at all, truly a professional at gobbling meat. He eats his fries peculiarly, placing each one on his tongue and sucking it in lazily. It's not on purpose, but it seems an awful lot like he's teasing Kyle with his soft lips. Opinion on Endoskeleton?

[7/10/2015 6:04:42 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Only heard a few songs but they seem pretty good. Maybe not a fave but good enough." His eyes start to wander over to Ash as he eats, gulping down a bit of soda as he looks. Honestly eating like that didn't surprise him but it was having a "negative" effect on his crotch. He could already feel blood starting to pump back into his shaft. At least it was a lengthy process. "Uh, Obsidiean is pretty good. You hear of them before?"

[8:12:29 PM | Edited 8:12:40 PM] [REDACTED]: Well of course, but they haven't been active for like five years. Hopefully they'll have a reunion or comeback tour soon, Like Four Skulls just did. He points at his shirt, confirming that it was indeed from that band. Didn't get to go, but my friend got me the shirt, so that was cool. Sluuurp. Man, we listen to a LOT of music.

[8:16:27 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle gulped a bit as he kept watching him slurp up fries. At least this place didn't sell hotdogs. "Yeah. Who doesn't though? It's an alright thing to do." He gave a little shrug and spread his legs slightly wider, needing to get more room for his pulsing schlong. Not to mention it was starting to be a bother keeping his nuts all smushed. "So. Where to after this?"

[8:28:02 PM] [REDACTED]: Pursing his lips to suck on his straw, he drinks half of his soda at once, cheeks pulling in from suction. Ahhh. Well, I have a place I think you'll like, since you don't want to met my folks. It's just outside of town, if that's fine with you. *He's already nearly finished with his food, so they might leave in just a moment.

[8:31:10 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "I never said I didn't want to meet 'em. Just figured you might not wanna walk in with me." Watching his cheeks puff up made his already unruly libido get that much worse, imagining it being his cum bulging his cheeks. He spread his legs even farther apart as his shaft started to snake a bit down his leg, the bulge in his pants becoming even thicker and more obscene. "If you want me to end up scaring your ma and pa with my dick then I'm fine with seeing them."

[9:02:58 PM] [REDACTED]: Nah, they'd be in bed now. And I don't wanna risk waking them. *He dumps his trash and signals for Kyle to follow him out, remaining food or not. Eating must be allowed in his car.* What in heck made that happen? He non specifically gestures at Kyle's crotch

[7/10/2015 9:05:54 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle quickly eats the rest of the chicken nuggets he had, holding onto the fry bag and drink. "Ah that makes sense. Oh. Uh." He awkwardly looks down at his crotch but doesn't end up covering his slowly growing bulge. Both the cashiers are of course staring as he walks out of the store with Ash. "D'you know how you eat fries and suck on soda? Yeah. Kinda was making me a little. You know."

[9:25:04 PM | Edited 9:25:06 PM] [REDACTED]: I… I don't. I had no idea I was a sexy eater. Weird. Ash turns around before allowing himself to bite his lip. DAMN that boy was big. This could hurt, what he had planned. When they get back in he starts it quickly and starts pulling out of the lot. So what do you do besides the whole music thing?

[9:28:27 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: As Kyle got in the car he realized he still needed to spread his legs incredibly wide to fit his growing cock and huge nuts which, considering Ash's car, wasn't exactly comfortable. "It's probably more just. Pent up sexual tension or some shit. And I kinda just. I don't know. Music and hanging out with friends I guess." He gulps as he looks down at his pants, wondering if he could ask Ash about if it'd be okay to try and not be so cramped as it were.

[9:34:11 PM | Edited 9:34:22 PM] [REDACTED]: You okay? You look like you're sorta gonna explode. I'll try to make the drive short. He makes some minor mirror adjustments and tightens his seatbelt. You should probably get bigger pants. Or wear skirts or something. He chuckles.

[9:37:02 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Probably. But jeans like this fit my style better and I don't think I can pull off a skirt. Speaking of mind if I undo my zipper? It's feeling really cramped." He glances over at Ash for a moment before awkwardly eating a few fries so as not to explain. Plus he just wanted some salty, potatoey goodness.

[9:59:05 PM] [REDACTED]: Ah, sure, I don't care. I'll try not to look, so I don't run us off the road. Would you mind getting the little bag out of the glove box for me? Should be the only thing in there except like, a map maybe. They're already nearing the edge of town, must be something pretty close

[10:02:32 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Sure. No problem, dude. Thanks." With one hand Kyle opens up the glove box and searches around while his other stays on his zipper. It doesn't take long to find the bag though that map was getting in the way. He reaches over and puts it on Ash's lap before tending to his own lap, unzipping his pants and pushing his one hand inside with a sigh. Biting his bottom lip he manages to bend and tug his cock out of his jeans, the heavy dong slapping against his leg, nearly reaching past his knee and drooping a bit. "Man does that feel a lot better."

[10:23:26 PM] [REDACTED]: Yeah I bet. He doesn't look, wanting to stay calm while behind the wheel. They start to drive up a hill, reaching the top a few minutes later, on a cliff. Heeere it is! From here they could see the place the concert had taken place, and were definitely close enough to have heard music, were it playing. This is the closest I ever got to a concert before tonight. It's a nice view, and it's pretty private. He shuts off the car, not wanting to waste gas, and gets out.

[10:26:36 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Wow. Damn impressive." It takes a little while for Kyle to get off what with him having to shove his cock back into his pants. At least for the moment it seems to have stopped growing but he knew it wasn't going to be long. He closes the door and puts his hands in his pockets, walking up beside Ash and keeping pace for the most part. "So this your friend's place? I'm just guessin'. Heard you talking to someone on the phone back in the bathroom at the concert."

[10:30:36 PM] [REDACTED]: Nope, it's just a cliff. She uh, was the one who encouraged me to go through with the glory hole thing. She encourages me to do a lot of stuff I wouldn't otherwise, and it usually works out. She's pretty cool. He quirks an eyebrow at Kyle I mean, I know I said it was private, but thanks for zipping up. Now. Unzip. He points at Kyle's dick. We have unfinished business.

[11:16:05 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just lets out a little chuckle as his hands move to his zipper. "If I'd have known I needed it out I wouldn't have bothered putting it away." With a smirk he unzips and starts the process of fishing out his monstrous schlong, this time pulling out his balls along with it. "So. How's it look?" It was hanging down past his knee and pulsing gently with two softballs hanging behind it in a hairless sack. He gives it a little flex which causes his nuts to pull up briefly before sagging again.

[11:28:34 PM] [REDACTED]: His breath catches in his throat, making a quiet "hhh" sound. Bigger, is how it looks. I suppose you were completely soft before, huh. He gulps, then pulls a stick of lipstick out of the bag, which appears to be mostly the makeup he used. After applying the ruby red to his lips, making him instantly look loads more feminine, he nears Kyle. But I suppose you /did/ sign up for the free oral, and I'm not one to go back on my offers.

[11:54:22 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just smirks a bit and nods, reaching a hand down to readjust his balls. "Yeah. I'm sporting a semi right about now." His cock flexes again as Ash puts on lipstick and he moves the hand on his balls up to his dick, gently stroking it as Ash gets closer. "Good to hear. I'm surprised you still wanna go through with it though. Most people just freak out and run." He momentarily wonders if maybe he should get his phone out for a light source but figures if Ash needs one he'll use his own phone.

[12:13:29 AM] [REDACTED]: Asha lowers himself to his knees and secures his left hand around the base of Kyle's shaft. Ah, I uh, thought about it, but I was way too curious to let you slip by unblown. And maybe Ab had suggested he do so as well, but he doesn't say that. His right hand comes up to cradle the huge testes swinging below his objective. How about you leave this to me then? He's refering to Kyle's hand on his own shaft.

[12:29:08 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: A sharp gasp comes from Kyle as Ash's hand wraps around the base of his shaft or at least tries to. "Ah. Well. Congrats on being so brave. And thanks too." Kyle moves both his hands back to their positions in his pants pockets but not before gently brushing at Ash's hair with one of them and flashing a brief smile. "Good luck." Kyle's cock pulsed and throbbed against Asha's hand, still steadily getting longer and thicker, balls pulling up every so often as well.

[12:45:02 AM] [REDACTED]: Fucking hell. Wish I had gotten one of those Evil Dragon toys or whatever they're called. Ash continually rolled the balls in his hand, trying to be gentle with them. His hand started to slide up Kyle's shaft sort of slowly, getting a good feel for it, as his inner fear of it grows a little. But he's already breathing hot and heavy on it, can't turn back now. Ever gotten this thing inside somebody? Leaning forward, his lips plant a few light pecks on and near the base

[12:59:04 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Uh, twice I think. Got really drunk with some friends and they had brought over two of their friends. Brother and sister I think. They were really, really tall." As he reminisces his dick starts to move more horizontally than before but doesn't go too far before being pulled down by its own weight. As Ash's hands slide over it and he kisses the base it still gains more inches but luckily for him seems to be slowing down. "Oh yeah, dude. Just like that."

[1:06:41 AM] [REDACTED]: Well, nice to know it's possible. And that sounds kinky. Shoulda got their numbers. He opens his mouth and starts to slather saliva on the one side of the shaft, his hand speeding up a little closer to the tip. Jeez, if I had tried this earlier you would have gotten stuck! What were you thinking? Before Kyle answers Ash drags his tongue up along the bottom of the shaft

[7/11/2015 1:11:59 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just gives a little shrug and takes one hand out of his pants, reaching up to fix his own hair before fixing Ash's. "I honestly really wasn't. Not often you get someone saying they'll suck your dick for free." Another sharp gasp comes from Kyle as Ash's tongue slides along the bottom of his shaft, a small shiver going down his spine as his cock seems to start rising once more. "Mm fuck, dude. You really are good at this. I do have their numbers by the way but they said that unless they got as drunk as they did that night they aren't gonna try. Both their asses were sore next morning unsurprisingly."

[1:20:56 AM] [REDACTED]: Heh, yeah, well as luck would have it, I love sucking dick, so here we are. With another smooch on the bottom, he drags his tongue up up up all the way to the tip, having to slide his legs back a little to properly readjust his position, otherwise he'd be at a really odd uncomfortable angle. He plants his lips calmly around just the very tip of the tip itself, and swabs his tongue on it a little bit before pulling off and focusing his tongue just below the head. Both hands now come together near the base of the cock to stroke it in tandem, since one alone can't do the whole job. Fucking hell.

[1:49:19 AM | Edited 1:51:50 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just groaned gently as his shaft was slathered by Ash's tongue, inadvertantly bucking forward a few times. Luckily he stops by the time Ash gets to the end otherwise he'd probably push him over. An even deepr groan comes from him as Ash's lips cover part of his tip. his hand moving to hold onto his head. "Fuck yeah is that a good thing. God that feels so fucking good. Just, uhn, tell me if it's too much to handle." His hips start to gently buck once more but he doesn't do much other than that, knowing that it would probably take a bit before Ash could take him.

[2:08:18 AM] [REDACTED]: Like it's even possible that it's not too much. Mmph He puts the tip back into his mouth and starts to bob his head back and forth just the teeniest bit, not making much progress but coating the tip very thickly in saliva. It's hard to see much, or he'd look up at Kyle's face to see how this is affecting him.

[2:36:01 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: It was hard not to show pleasure on his face right now given this is the first time he's had a blowjob in ages. It was amazing he was even lasting this long, his hips still gently rocking, trying to stuff more of his thick crown into Ash's mouth. "Oh you say that now. Still got a bit more to grow, dude." True enough his dick pulsed and swelled in Ash's grasp, getting even longer and thicker. One wonders how Kyle hid his boners during school.

[2:46:34 AM] [REDACTED]: Pbbblth Ash pulls off for a moment. I know it's difficult, but no forcing please? You're trying to stuff a log into my mouth, forcing it won't be fun for me. He flashes his phone on his stern face for emphasis before letting him get a glimpse of Ash cupping his lips over the tip again, and then the phone going into sleep again. Mmph Ash's lips near the tip, about to encapsulate it in his mouth, lipstick getting smeared along the way.

[3:10:20 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Sorry 'bout that. Really trying not to but. God is your mouth great, dude. And the makeup still looks nice." He stops moving his hips now, his balls ceasing to swing a second or so later. Since he couldn't do much other than just enjoy the blowjob, which he was doing very, very much, he moves one of his hands to rub at the back of Ash's head, running his fingers through his hair. Kyle's cockhead swells with blood for a brief moment as the other boy hits a very sensitive spot on his schlong, making Kyle gasp again.

[3:14:35 AM] [REDACTED]: Scrunching his eyes, Asha finally gets the whole head in his mouth, grunting through it a little. Apparently still not needing to stop for breath, he bobs his head calmly just behind the ridge of the tip, trying to get his jaw used to the stretching. His hands come off of Kyle's shaft and one goes to the boy's hip for support while the other returns to his balls, warm grip cupping one of them.

[3:18:07 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle's grip briefly tightens on Ash's hair before he just goes slack, throwing his head back and moaning. A small bead of pre-cum starts to well at his tip though small for him meant it would probably completely coat Ash's tongue. "Oh fuck yeah." The feeling of hand on his balls and his hip make him remember that this was a wet dream or anything. Someone was actually giving him a blowjob and doing very well at it.

[3:24:09 AM] [REDACTED]: He quirks an eyebrow at how into this Kyle already was, just from the tip even. In the back of his mouth he tastes something salty and mentally grimaces. Instead of focusing on that though, he dives forward and stuffs another small portion of cock into his mouth, tip now pressing hard against the entrance to his throat. He's having a really difficult time trying not to scrape his teeth against Kyle, but it's working out so far.

[3:29:02 AM | Edited 3:42:34 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle himself is pretty impressed at the fact Ash's teeth weren't touching, figuring that if he did feel them, well, it's hard to blame Ash. Kyle's cock is ludicrously huge. As a bit more of the shaft slips inside of Ash's mouth Kyle lets out another deep moan and gasp, hand shakily running through Ash's hair. As he twitched a bit another salvo of pre-cum spurted onto Ash's tongue, another pleased sigh escaping Kyle's lips.

[3:48:05 AM] [REDACTED]: With a loud grunt, the slut is forced to pull off, gasping for air. Pah… Do me a favor? Start eating pineapples. Make this way better. It takes a few moments to catch his breath but once he does he goes back on the attack, popping the tip in with far less effort,and with a hard press the very end of Kyle's shaft pops into Asha's throat, who chokes a little but manages not to gag yet, eyes screwed tight once again.

[3:50:51 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "If this is gonna be a regular thing then no prob." He smirks down at Ash while his cock throbs in the air, thick head glistening in the moonlight. As soon as Ash goes back to stuffing his cock down his throat Kyle's back to moaning and panting. "Fuck, man. Keep going but, mm, don't hurt yourself any." His hand continued to gently play with Ash's hair as beads of pre-cum started to pump out a little more frequently now.

[4:01:17 AM] [REDACTED]: Ash just thinks "We'll see" as he starts to take more cock in his mouth, jaw stretched to the point of soreness, but less sore than you'd expect considering how ridiculously thick it is. Re-angling himself allows him to take it better so he doesn't have to bend the actual shaft too much as it goes down his throat, bulging it out so cartoonishly far. Mnh. Ugg, gugd.

[4:18:29 AM | Edited 4:19:01 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Mm. Yeah, man. Just like that. Fuck. It's been so long." By now Kyle's words were coming out slightly slurred from how aroused he was feeling, pre-cum spurting constantly from his engorged tip now. At least it was going down Ash's throat instead of his tongue. An idea flashes through his mind and he quickly takes out his phone, using it as a light to show Ash just how much dick he's taken and of course how big Kyle is. "Doing, mm, good so far. Better than most of the other people who tried."

[6:31:19 PM] [REDACTED]: Ash is stunned to realize that despite having about as much in him as a normal dick could provide, he's still only about a fourth of the way done. He considers the fact that he's largely adjusted to the girth now and shoves his head forward, several inches sliding into the extremely tight passage of his throat. He finally gags once or twice but powers through it and is able to sit there with ten inches of thick meat in his mouth.

[8:28:11 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: For a brief moment Kyle thinks about possibly taking a picture of Ash with his mouth, wanting to savor the memory personally but feeling that would be rude. For now he just holds it up above his shaft, watching in awe as Ash slams his head forward and takes a good deal more. A heavy moan came from Kyle and it's amazing he didn't drop his phone, body going slack as his hand briefly tightens in Ash's hair. "Holy fuck is this nice. I'll, guh, return the favor later. If you want me. I gotta pay you back somehow for this."

[8:47:34 PM] [REDACTED]: Now with both hands on his customer's hips, Ash pulls himself through the resistance his body gives him unil he's fully halfway, and the bulge in his throat passes down past his neck entirely, with just a little more than a foot of cock jammed into his craw. His eyes have watered up a little but he opens his eyes, looks up at Kyle, and winks while flashing the V sign like they do in Japan. The perfect photo opp.

[8:53:01 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Oh now he was just teasing. With a faint smirk Kyle manages to quickly snap a picture of Ash, hoping he didn't blind him with the flash. After that he realizes that it's getting hard to actually concentrate on holding the phone up for light so puts it away, groaning heavily as a thick gob of pre-cum fires into Ash's gullet. His other hand though stays in place on his new bud's hair, gently running through it and occasionally grasping it.

[9:45:11 PM] [REDACTED]: Although it takes some leg movement, Asha starts to properly fellate Kyle at just around the middle mark, managing to get several inches pumping in and out of him, each square inch of its surface dragging across the inside of his soft throat. It's at this point that Ash starts to make noise, with little satisfied "Mph"s and "Ngh"s, the grunts you expect to hear during a normal blowjob.

[9:53:20 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle's entire body goes slack as Ash starts to properly suck him off, moving the hand not caressing Ash's hair to run through his own, deep moans coming from him. "Oh fuck, dude. You're doing this, ahn, even quicker than those two from a year back. Major props." Kyle flashes a brief thumbs up down at Ash before getting back to fixing his own hair. After wards his hand goes down to give a few squeezes and tugs to his balls, a shot of pre-cum spurting out at every movement.

[10:13:10 PM] [REDACTED]: He tries to resist, thinking Kyle might be close, but eventually he pulls off for air, feeling each thick inch as it slides out of him, until the very tip finally hits open air again, splattering a little spit on the ground. Ash's face is completely red, his eyes are a little watery, and his chin is slathered with his own spit, of which a single strand still connects them. There's alsoa fair bit of lipstick smearing around his lips, for good reason. He pants to catch his breath. Huh… huh… hoo! That thing… is fuckin' filling. Buh.

[10:21:07 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just stares for a moment to make sure Ash wasn't going to pass out or anything before smirking a bit and even letting out a little chuckle. "Yeah. So I've heard. You really are doing like. Great though. Can't stress that enough. Just pull off whenever you need to breathe." Kyle's dick throbs and pulses in the moonlight, a thick stream of pre-cum dribbling from the tip though it was hard to tell given all the saliva sliding off his shaft. To show Ash how good he's doing he raises up his shaft with one hands and takes out his phone with the other, shining it on it to show where he stopped. "Wow. About halfway in one go."

[10:29:38 PM] [REDACTED]: I'm pretty good at holding my breath. I can go four minutes if I try really hard. Ash feels pretty good about his progress, having put on the lipstick for exactly that reason. Breath finally caught, he takes his tongue and languidly slurps up the underside from about where he managed, smoothly transitioning into suckling the tip when he reaches it. After a little bit of licking he dives forward, slamming almost all of what he had before right back in, bulging his throat obscenely. Again he gags a few times, but only because he went so quickly. Once used to it again he starts bobbing forward instead of backwards, very slowly progressing towards the base.

[10:34:24 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "And you use that skill for sucking dick. Can't say I blame you. Woulda probably done the same thing." Before he can talk about anything else Ash is already back to servicing his schlong, a shiver going down his spine. But before he can even get used to that half of his cock is stuffed down the boys throat, eyes briefly rolling into the back of his head as an especially copious shot of pre-cum spurts into Ash's belly. "E-easy, dude. Give me a warning first. Didn't get to catch my breath." With heavy breaths he puts both his hands on Ash's head but doesn't push or pull any, merely rubbing his scalp still.

[11:03:04 PM] [REDACTED]: Inch after inch is forcibly stuffed further and further into Ash's mouth, who loudly grunts through each one. Getting tantalizingly close, Asha tightens his grip on Kyle's hips and slams forward hard, the last six inches slipping right in as his plush lips press against his partner's crotch. He gags for at least twenty seconds, but once he fully relaxes he's no worse for wear, and groans loudly against the thick pole filling his insides. Calmly, he removes his hands and uses them to massage one of Kyle's balls each, hoping he'd cum with Asha like this, calmly deepthroating a veritable totem pole of penis.

[11:10:12 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It was hard not to let out a sharp gasp in surprise, eyes rolling back as Ash slams down the last quarter of cock. Kyle's grip tightens on the other boy's hair as his shaft starts to swell up in his mouth, balls tensing up as it seems he was indeed going to cum. With a deep, guttural groan Kyle starts to unload down Ash's throat, Ash probably able to feel as each thick salvo is deposited directly into his stomach. Hell he might be able to feel them going through Kyle's urethra with how powerful each one was. Good thing Ash could hold his breath.

[11:18:46 PM] [REDACTED]: The oral slut's eyes roll back a little as he feels something hot and sticky in his stomach, suddenly feeling like he ate a little too much. He groans loudly, which transfers into a full moan, vibrating around Kyle's shaft. Tongue trapped, over half his torso speared on man meat, Asha just sits there and lets his new acquaintance cum deep inside him, face still firmly pressed into Kyle's crotch. God is that a good feeling.

[11:22:27 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle couldn't do much else right now other than hold onto Asha's hair and cum down his throat, his balls still flexing and tensing. Seems he had quite a bit of pent up juice in there which isn't surprising at all. Spurt after spurt shoot into Ash's belly which soon enough starts to have a little bulge to it and Kyla still didn't seem done. He does manage to finally speak though, his words coming out slurred. "Oh fuck yeah, Ash. Take that fucking nut. Goddamn."

[11:48:59 PM] [REDACTED]: Each shot pumped into him makes him feel a little warmer, eyes still rolled back. By the time Kyle finishes it feels like he's eaten most of a thanksgiving dinner, whole stomach brimming with sperm. Once Ash's absolutely certain he's gotten the last of it, he grunts and starts to pull himself off, which takes like half of a minute in and of itself. The noise upon de-sheath is a loud wet pop, and a sudden intake of air. Guh! Gah, hah, hah. That was powerful. god damn. He starts reaching for his phone. Enjoy yourself?~ Mind lighting it up for me? He pats the side of the monster to illustrate what "it" was.

[11:56:18 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It took a good half a minute or so for Kyle to respond, still groaning gently as he bathed in the afterglow. When he comes to he just gives a weak nod to Ash and takes out his phone, lighting up his whole cock. It was absolutely covered in spit and lipstick markings from Ash as well as a few drips of cum still coming out of the tip. "Holy fuck was that. Jesus. Can't even talk straight, man. That blowjob was too fucking good." Regardless of how intense it was Kyle's dick was still hard and throbbing which at least made for good picture taking.

[12:00:17 AM] [REDACTED]: Asha does just that, thankful that phone cameras prefer landscape to portrait. Once his phone clicks, Ash giggles and typs something up. Can I get a fucking, like, high five, or something, for taking that whole thing? He holds up his hand to recieve his high five. And do you mind if I send this to Abby? I wanna make her proud.

[12:04:15 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just smirks down at Ash and give him a pretty languid highfive, body still going through orgasmic throes. "Fuck sure, dude. I'm proud of you right now. And I really wanna know what she's gotta say about this whole thing." He sort of gestures to his dick and Ash before moving his hand to his balls. As he waits he tugs and pulls at his sack skin gently, letting out a deep sigh after a few seconds.

[12:09:57 AM] [REDACTED]: Grinning, he finishes typing "See that lipstick? All me." And sends it off to Ab. Like twenty seconds later he gets a response which makes him burst out laughing. She just said "holy shit" in all caps. He gets another one. Ghehe, "teach me, master. Also, bring me dat cawk." spelled c-a-w-k. He sticks his tongue out at Kyle. You're gonna like Abby. Amused, he stands and fires off one last text before stowing his phone away again.

[12:14:33 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Probably. If you sent her the pic and she ain't running I'd say that's good so far. She didn't freak right?" He smirks a bit and seems to have mostly calmed down now though his shaft still does twitch every so often. Not to mention it still looked hard as when they start, just now it was covered in slobber and lipstick.

[12:32:55 AM] [REDACTED]: She probably did, but in the good way. Snickering, he clambers onto his trunk. Remember what you said about paying me back? With a little bit of finaggling he lies down on his back, head hanging off the side of his car Well, you can pay me back by fucking my throat, please. And don't you worry about getting me off, I can take care of myself.He doesn't know how visible it is, but he makes a "come on" gesture with both hands.

[12:38:07 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just sort of stares for a moment before walking over in front of Ash, scratching his head. "Uh. Well. If you're sure about it. I've never done something like this before so. Like. Do something if I mess up?" After speaking he rests his schlong right on Ash's shoulder, waiting for him to talk. Plus it let him get a good view of how deep he'd be going into Ash's body, Kyle subconsciously licking his lips as he looks.

[12:42:42 AM] [REDACTED]: As long as you give me enough time to breathe every couple of minutes, we'll be perfectly fine. Get rough if you want.~… Er, without hitting. Not that kind of rough. Come on! To show his impatience, he opens wide with his tongue out, or at least as wide as he can get without Kyle stretching him further. Aaaa…

[1:36:05 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Man I wouldn't ever think of hitting. Except like this." With a smirk he pulls back a bit and lifts up his shaft, lightly slapping it against Ash's face. But before the other boy can say anything in response he pushes the tip against his mouth, groaning as it starts to slide in. It doesn't take long before Kyle's pushing into then past Ash's throat, a deep groan coming from him the entire time. "Don't think I'd ever get tired of this holy shit."

[3:15:08 AM] [REDACTED]: A shiver rolls down Ash's body as he's entered from the mouth, grunting lustily around it. The clouds move out from in front of the full moon and make it much easier to see Kyle's tip stretch the hell out of his poor throat. Mnh!~ *He really sounds like he's enjoying this, almost as much as Kyle. Almost. If he could talk he'd probably be egging him on.

[3:42:52 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle's almost a little sad he started to slip his shaft into Ash's mouth so soon, having wanted to hear a quip or something from him. Ah well. There'll be talking after they're done provided Ash's throat isn't too sore. Briefly he gets the idea to text him and talk while they were doing this but figures it was too silly. Plus Kyle doubts he could concentrate enough to type, especially as Ash's throat nears halfway down Kyle's shaft, heavy groans coming from him as he rests his hands on Ash's head.

[4:06:49 AM] [REDACTED]: *Considering he was already warmed up to the whole thing, Ash had sort of hoped it would just get shoved in, but it was fine to be apprehensive in Kyle's position, considering he might not have ever had the opportunity to be in this sort of position before, where he controls the pace and the partner doesn't stand to be hurt.*

[12:58:44 PM | Edited 1:01:43 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It doesn't take much longer before Kyle's feeling Ash's lips against his crotch, letting out a small moan and holding tighter onto his hair. "Gonna start moving, dude. Just wanted to warn ya." He flashes a brief and small smile down at Ash even if he can't see it before starting to gently thrust into his mouth. Of course given his length he, at most, only gets a foot out before thrusting it back in, balls lightly slapping against Ash's face. "Holy fuck, man. God. Throat's so fucking wonderful."

[2:01:36 PM] [REDACTED]: The balls slapping him is just sort of humorous, especially since they're fairly soft. Asha gulps (to little effect) and enjoys the feeling of being used so blatantly as a living onahole for a dick he's surprised doesn't go right through him. If it had another foot, maybe. One hand moves to his throat so he can actually feel the repeated bulging of it as Kyle thrusts, which is incredibly erotic, even considering the situation.

[2:07:32 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle, figuring that Ash is mostly acclimated to his shaft, starts to move his hips a bit faster, balls slapping into his face with a bit more force. As Asha's hand presses against his own throat to touch at the obscene bulge travelling down into his stomach Kyle lets out a heavy groan as a few thick shots of pre-cum fire into Ash's gullet. "Oh fuck, dude. That's. Wow. Incredible. Give me a warning when you need to breathe alright?"

[4:47:54 PM] [REDACTED]: Ohhh yeah, that's the good stuff. Ash's body scrunches up a little in pleasure, hips partially raising off the trunk of the car and toes digging into the soles of his shoes. He even appreciates the smell of ball sweat as Kyle starts to get into it. Luckily he could go another minute or two without air, to get Kyle comfortable with a little more speed still.

[5:19:21 PM | Edited 5:19:30 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Deep moans and huffs come from Kyle as he pulls his hips back and forth, steadily getting quicker and quicker but luckily not fast enough to bruise Ash's face with his balls. That would be awkward and definitely not cool. After another minute or so of happily pounding away at his friend's throat, moaning and grunting all the while, Kyle manages to slowly pry his fat schlong from Ash's maw, spit coating the entire thing. As he waits for Ash to catch his breath he lightly slaps it against his chin as well as briefly stroke it. "Mm. Ready again, Ash?"

[9:23:51 PM] [REDACTED]: Ash's eyes roll back gently as Kyle finallly hits a good speed, feeling every thrust as they go in and out, and just sort of amused and turned on by the balls hitting him. When it's dislodged he gasps and pants, although he appears to be mostly fine. Mn, I can feel that thing in my fucking guts. He doesn't seem displeased by this Ready and waiting, big boy!~ He's clearly pitching a tent, but he said to let him handle himself.

[9:38:24 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle bites his lip before rubbing his cockhead against Ash's lips, teasing him a bit while also trying to get his own bearings. He was amazed he was doing this well with someone so eager all things considered. After a few seconds of prodding Ash's mouth and occasionally slipping it inside to bulge out his cheek Kyle pushes himself inwards once more, reaching the hilt in just a few seconds. "Mm. Getting a lot better at this, dude. Hope I'm not like. Stretching your throat out too much."

[1:34:35 AM] [REDACTED]: Stop teasing mMPH! He gets exactly what he wants mid sentence, and would laugh if he could. With his big meaty pacifier back he returns to his enthusiastic state of scarfing it down without complaint. One hand sneaks over to his groin and unzips, finagling a little until his dicks flop out of his panties and into the open air. In the dark it's a little hard to see both of them, but they're certainly there, and absolutely rock hard. He must be REALLY enjoying this.

[5:42:44 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Now it was Kyle's turn to be impressed, leaning a bit over Ash to get a closer look at his cock or rathers cocks. "Holy hell. Didn't think that sort of shit was possible. Wow." His hips kept pounding away at Ash's mouth as Kyle stared at his thick shafts, seemingly getting harder inside of Ash's throat. It seemed there was more pre-cum firing from his dick as well though that was less noticeable what with him being buried to the hilt with Ash's red lips mashing against his crotch.

[3:00:26 PM] [REDACTED]: Ash's body tenses up once again, back arching as his cocks twitch and bounce, and finally spew cum all over his belly. He moans like a whore while instinctually his hips attempt to roll upwards a little bit, not relenting until his load is spent and most of his muscles relax. In the afterglow Ash reaches down and lazily stroke his dicks, ocassionally firing off a weak remnant shot.

[6:41:12 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just kind of stood there and slowed his thrusting down so he could get a better look at what the hell he was seeing. It didn't take him long before he reached over a hand to touch one of the twin cocks but he didn't do much more than that, remembering what Ash had said. So to get back to work as it were he pulled himself back until his head nearly popped from Ash's throat before slamming his entire length back down his gullet, pounding his throat rapidly and moaning.

[1:27:31 AM] [REDACTED]: Something akin to a grunt comes from Asha, and his back arches a little, but not as much as when he came. As he stops shooting off, he takes his hand away from his package and returns to simply lying there and enjoying the feeling of being used like a giant cocksleeve, an occupation he wouldn't mind, he notes mentally. Cumming must have taken a bit out of him, because he actually pats Kyle's arm firmly a few times to try and signal that he needs air.

[1:30:10 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: It took Kyle a bit to notice the pats on his arm what with how light they were but once he notices he lets out a grunt. "Oh shit. Sorry." He practically jumps back and yanks all of his shaft out about as quickly as he could, thick strings of saliva connecting between his shaft and Ash's mouth. "So. Seems I ain't the only impressive one, huh?" His dick twitches excitedly above Ash's face as a river of pre-cum billows from the tip, landing on the boy's chest.

[1:35:50 AM] [REDACTED]: After some intense panting, Ash tries to compose himself. Blugh, not that impressive. I prefer not using them anyways. Try not to get any of that on my clothes, will you? In an attempt to keep his crop top mostly clean he pulls it up, revealing his left nipple piercing as it glints in the moonlight. Probably should have taken this off. He does so now, since he's mentioned it. You're doing great though, that was a fucking spectacular orgasm.

[1:45:35 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Whoops. Hard not to when I'm all coated in spit though ain't it?" He helps with taking off Ash's shirt and gives a faint smirk at his nipple piercing, reaching a hand over to prod at it. Meanwhile his cock still throbs and drools onto Ash's chest, Kyle's eyes trailing back down to Ash's thick schlongs. "And dude I'm pretty sure having two dicks is impressive. Glad you're enjoying too. Was worried I'd like. Broke you or something." Every so often while he was talking he grinded his dick against the side of Ash's chin and face.

[1:56:03 AM] [REDACTED]: No, augh. He chuckles lightly at the cock against his face, reacting to it much like you would a dog licking you. Yeah, I /love/ getting my throat fucked, just one of my weird things. Not that I don't love anal just as much. You planning on getting back in there? I figured you wanted to finish in me again before we were done. He says this with a mix of humor and impatience

[2:00:04 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Hearing the mention of anal made Kyle's dick twitch powerfully, nearly smacking him in the chest. With a smirk he looks down at Ash and starts to stroke his shaft with both hands. "Did you mean get back in your mouth or your ass? Figure I'm lubed up enough for it by now. If you wanted to try." He was probably pressing his luck with this so he angles his hips so that when Ash answered he'd be able to just slide all the way down his throat again.

[2:02:32 AM] [REDACTED]: Back in sort of implies I meant somewhere you already were, yah? He sticks his tongue out, then opens wide enthusiastically, ready for the glorious stretching feeling only Kyle's tower of meat could provide. He contemplates the idea of anal as they start again, figuring it was probably possible, since butts are much more accomodating than mouths in the first place. And he has lube in the car.

[2:04:44 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "True yeah. Figured I'd ask first though." After he said that his hips bucked forward, slamming his whole schlong down Ash's throat. Rather than mess around this time he decided staying on a hillside all night would probably be annoying so he starts to fuck Ash's throat hard and fast, balls slapping against his face and probably leaving little sweat marks. Watching the bulge from his dick slide down Ash's body was definitely helping him near orgasm. It shouldn't be much longer before he cums again.

[2:28:49 AM | Edited 2:29:10 AM] [REDACTED]: *Oh god, that is *nice. Ash feels so heavenly and full, and those balls, he has to keep his eyes closed but they roll back under his eyelids. anyways. He has a miniature gasm, only firing off a few weak shots but getting a little body ripple anyways. As Kyle nears his climax, Ash hopes he'll grab hold and hilt hard, like in porn. Something hot about it.

[2:41:12 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle grunts and moans as he keeps slamming down Ash's throat, starting to pant heavily with his shaft bucking inside. "Gonna fucking bust again, Ash. Hope you're ready." Not that he could really stop if he wasn't, Kyle groaning as he grabs onto Ash's head. He pulls him forward a bit and makes single inch thrusts before gasping as he starts to unload in Ash's gullet, Ash probably able to feel Kyle's nuts clenching against his face. Even while cumming though he still continued to thrust infrequently, still grunting and panting.

[2:45:40 AM] [REDACTED]: Toes are curled as a massive load is forcibly (concentually, but still) deposited about as deep inside of Ash as it could be, bypassing everything before the stomach and filling his belly with a blissful warmth. He zones out for a bit and lets the pleasure wash over him before he slowly drifts back into it, although Kyle is still not quite finished. Yeah, he's definitely a keeper.

[2:49:31 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Most of the orgasm passes like a pleasurable blur for Kyle as well, this one feeling much more intense than his previous one. As he nearly finishes up he ends up bucking his hips against Ash's face, fingers shaking on his chin as the last little bit is deposited in his belly. As he slowly pulls his schlong from Ash's throat he notices said belly, now having swelled up big enough to no doubt be impossible to hide easily. His dick pops from Ash's mouth followed by a wave of saliva and cum, Kyle's cock drooping quite a bit and seeming a bit softer. "Fuck me. That was. God."

[2:56:04 AM] [REDACTED]: Ash tries to stem what loss he can, just because openly leaking isn't perfectly pleasant, so he closes his mouth and gulps hard. After groaning in delight he stretches, cracks his neck, and flips over onto his knees with a huge goofy grin on his face. That was fucking phenominal, K. Apparently still in the mood, he swings his feet over the side of the car and then drops to his knees again, attacking Kyle's cock with his tongue, getting every square inch of the underside until his face is buried in Kyle's balls and he's sucking on bits of scrotum. He's only down there for a few seconds though, until he pulls up and starts to lick and suckle around the base of the shaft instead, left hand coming up to stroke the upper half of the shaft. So. You think you can manage a round three?

[3:01:34 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Even though his shaft was a bit softer than before it immediately starts to fill out again, throbbing and pulsing against Ash's tongue. All Kyle can do is just stand there and not let his legs buckle underneath him, panting gently. When Ash's tongue and mouth latch onto his balls he lets out a deep moan, testicles flexing up for a moment before sagging down again. One hand goes to hold onto the back of Ash's head as he works, Kyle just nodding a bit at his words. "Yeah. Pretty sure I can. Got a lot of pent up jizz. I did say it's been months remember." His dick starts to leak pre-cum profusely once more, making a little puddle behind Ash's ass.

[3:05:19 AM] [REDACTED]: Alright, weeeell. Reluctantly he stands up. I suppose you did pay for four anal sessions. Which I'd say just /barely/ covers this monster here. He pats the top of the cock standing proud next to him. So how's about you fill me from the other end to round out the night, then we crash at my place once we've gotten it out of our system? Because he knows Kyle's answer already, he saunters over and reaches in through his window to get his bottle of lube out of the bag in the back seat.

[3:08:21 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Lube too? I'd say there's enough spit on here to work." Though he does think again after he said that, remembering the copious amounts of lube he's had to use before even after sloppy blowjobs. "Actually. Yeah. Just to be safe." As Ash bends over to get the lube he decides to tease him a bit, reaching a hand over to grope his decently plump rear, kneading it in his hands. "I'd grind against you but I don't wanna ruin these shorts."

[3:13:37 AM] [REDACTED]: Pff, thanks. And honestly, spit is /terrible/ lube. It dries up right away, especially with friction. This stuff is water based, so it'll still be coating your dick, and most of my bowels, even once we finish. Not bothering to make a ceremony of it, Ash completely fills his hand with the lubricant and begins slathering it up and down Kyle's dong. It's a little slimy and sticky, but it definitely feels like it can get the job done, as Asha's hand goes from rubbing to sliding as it's applied. Of course, he has to employ his other hand as well to ensure total coverage.

[1:19:33 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh I figured but you lubed this thing up with enough spit I thought for a second it might work." He pulls one hand back to pat the side of his schlong while the other continued to grope Ash's ass. It didn't take much longer before Ash was putting his hands along Kyle's dick, slathering it in lube. Given he can't do much of anything while he's getting worked on he just strokes Asha's hair, letting out a small moan every so often as a spurt of pre-cum fires from his shaft. "I'm really hoping this works. And that I don't break your ass."

[8:21:32 PM] [REDACTED]: Well, if you do, you'll just have to take responsibility and plug it up from time to time, huh? But yeah, let's hope I'm fine. Once it's particularly lube-y Ash finally lets his shorts fall to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and then takes off his shoes. Luckily it's just rock up here, so he doesn't have to worry about muddy feet. His ass is revealed to be, while not ridiculous like Kyle's asset, pretty rounded and plump, nothing like most dude butts. Those cargo shorts must have been barely baggy enough to not show that. He puts some lube in the same palm as before and slathers a fair amount in his crack and even slips two lubed fingers in to make absolutely sure he's coated. He pats his own ass in satisfaction. So, how do you want me? On my back? Bent over? On my stomach? In the car or on the car, just not on the ground.

[8:29:03 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle faintly licked his lips as he saw Ash's modest bubble butt pop out of his shorts, a hard throb going through his shaft and ending with a gob of pre-cum splattering onto the ground. "Guess I got no objections to that. Uh. Whatever position you think would work best. You are the one getting fucked after all." His dick continued to throb as Ash fingered his ass, more pre-cum hitting the stony ground. "Think we should maybe like. Work on stretching you out a bit more first? Unless you're already. uh, loose enough. Well. Doubt you'll be loose enough for this at first." Kyle emphasized by grabbing his base and waving his cock a bit, moonlight glinting off the surface every so often.

[8:36:11 PM] [REDACTED]: You're worried about my butt, which people can do amazing things with, but not my almost completely inelastic mouth? He quirks an eyebrow in amusement I'll be fine if we're slow to start. Not like the tip's flat, right? Hmm. Mulling over positions in his head, Ash finally walks around the back of his car and bands over it, palms on the trunk. Checking the height of his ass in this position, he nods and looks at Kyle expectantly

[8:40:39 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Well you managed to fit it right? Guess it is a bit silly to worry. This ass should be fine." As he says that he walks up behind Ash and gropes his cheeks with both hands, faintly smirking. A few seconds after he wedges his shaft in between the two ass cheeks and starts to gently grind against him, pre-cum dripping onto him every so often. Kyle doesn't continue that for long, figuring Ash wants to get with the fucking which he of course wanted to as well. With a lick of his lips he pulls back, one hand on Ash's ass to pull his cheek, the other on his shaft to line it up. "Ready?"

[12:32:24 AM] [REDACTED]: Eyep! His own hand comes back to spread the other cheek, even though it probably won't help much. The anticipation and nervousness is intense, building in his chest. It would surely be over once it poked inside, but until then the only course of action was to simply look that dick up and down while biting his lip. Just remember, slow and gentle.

[5:21:06 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "I gotcha. Don't worry. You'll probably be tight enough for me to stop in my tracks." With a lick of his lips he starts to push forward, biting his lip after a few seconds of prodding. For a moment he's worried it won't go in and so pushes just a bit harder. That seems to do the trick as soon enough he feels Ash's asshole spreading along his cockhead, a few sharp gasps coming from Kyle. "Holy shit are you tight." It doesn't take much longer before the entire head is literally popped into Ash's rear, Kyle standing and trying to keep his bearings.

[9:11:55 PM] [REDACTED]: Aa-AAh-h! Ash grits his teeth a little as he's pressed into painfully. Hold there for a little while. Shit, I thought I'd get to use the head to warm up to more thickness over time, not all at once. Hhhooo. He chuckles. His arms shake a little, but thirty seconds later he seems alright. H-ha, okay, keep going. Doesn't hurt anymore.

[9:13:54 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just grits his teeth and sits there, hand holding onto Ash's ass. He wasn't sure if he could move if he wanted either,feeling his legs shaking a bit. Hell he was amazed he'd already blown two loads into Ash without passing out or getting lightheaded. Must be the adrenaline. At Ash's request he starts to gently push forward again, slowly but surely fitting another inch or so into his incredibly tight ass.

[9:20:04 PM] [REDACTED]: Ooo-h-h. Ash's shoulders shudder a little as his arms slide close together and his knees come inward, putting him in an extremely girly pose. The length doesn't seem to be a problem so far, so until the shaft gets a little thicker he goes in pretty easy. Getting his depths probed keeps Asha hard as a rock, sort of tempted to push back against Kyle if he wasn't afraid of hurting himself.

[9:35:00 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Fuck. So tight." Kyle continues to grit his teeth as he slowly pushes himself forward, resisting the urges to flex his cock due to bloodflow. He moves the hand that was on his shaft to Ash's ass as he figures it won't be needed on his cock anymore. It was a straight line from now on for the most part. He kneads and squeezes the pliable rump as he watches his shaft slide deeper inside Ash, less than half a foot inside yet.

[11:44:41 PM] [REDACTED]: Ash subconsciously extends his feet to tiptoe, pushing his ass back very lightly, which he also does subconsciously, slightly accelerating how quickly Kyle goes in. Once nine inches are in him they seem to hit a wall. Ash sticks his tongue out and rotates his shapely hips at an odd angle until suddely he slides back another inch and a half with a yelp. Thhhhere we go. Sh-hould be smoothish sailing from here.

[11:48:12 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: For the most part Kyle just focused on not hurting Ash or his wonderful ass and moving forward at a snail's pace, appropriate given how slimy his shaft looked with all that lube on it. As Ash moves his hips Kyle moans and gasps as another bit slides in. With a nod he started to push a bit harder than before, getting a whole foot inside in just a few more minutes. "H-half way down. Fuck. How you holdin' up? My legs are feelin' like, guh, jelly."

[11:52:45 PM] [REDACTED]: "I sorta wanna lie here and take it, but I gotta prop myself up. He picks up his drooped head and looks over his shoulder, eyes having watered a little. If you're in halfway, you can probably get the rest. Should be the thickest part, right? He clenches around the anal invader, suddenly feeling very tight around him and gasping quietly. I bet you can do it~

[11:56:18 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh I'm sure the rest can fit in. Probably. Just don't wanna hurt you." However he still does push forward, gasping as Ash's asshole squelches around his thick shaft. Deciding to test Ash a bit and because he was getting a bit impatient himself he thrusts forward a bit, gasping as another two inches slide into the boy's overstuffed ass. Kyle just sits there for a moment, letting them both get used to it, before thrusting again, getting in another inch. "Smooth, hnn, sailing."

[12:00:58 AM] [REDACTED]: Aahn!~ Asha moans in a rather high pitched girly voice, back arching upward, arms having to extend fully to still be able to support himself. Th-that feels really good. Like, it hasn't hurt at all since you got the first quarter in, so please, fill me. He moans like a girl again, then speaks in a rather girly pitch. Fuck me, big boy!

[12:05:31 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just gnaws on his bottom lip as Ash talks, his shaft throbbing and flexing inside of his hole. He figures if it was feeling good then why not go the rest of the way? With a grunt he bucks his hips forward and slams in more of his dick, looking down with weary eyes to see there was just a quarter left. "Not much more." His hips continue to thrust and buck because most of his shaft was still inside and he was desperate to get off. An inch or so went in each time he moved so it wouldn't take much longer until his hips slapped into Asha's.

[12:11:46 AM] [REDACTED]: Lips curled in, Ash rears his hips up until finally he can slam them backwards, his ass cheeks pressing into Kyle's groin. The tip hits a sweet spot once the whole massive thing is in, making Ash perform a rather embarassing "O" face while moaning. With a short bite of his bottom lip he stands, pressing his flat back against Kyle's chest, then gets a rather sly look, despite being rather shaky. S-so, was it worth the price of admission?

[12:15:22 AM | Edited 12:15:44 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: With a smirk Kyle just leans in and makes out with Ash, holding onto him so he didn't fall over and to feel the bulge in his guts. He pulls off and gives another smirk, standing still to get used to the sensation. "Oh definitely. Would go again." As he speaks he tries to start thrusting up into Asha's ass but finds it's a bit hard to do. So instead he moves a hand down to Ash's hips and slowly pulls him up about an inch or so before letting him back down, repeating the process a few times so he gets used to it.

[12:20:31 AM] [REDACTED]: Mmph? Ash is startled by the kiss, no longer feeling sly, and it's a little weird. But it's not unpleasant, so he lets it happen and waits for Kyle to pull away. Well, now I've kissed a boy on the mouth instead of just his privates. Hm. He grunts as he's pressed into, bending back over so he's easier to thrust into. He lightly grinds his ass against the groin behind him while he waits to really get into this.

[12:23:06 AM | Edited 12:26:20 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh. You've, uh, never kissed a guy before? Shit." Kyle starts to blush brightly as he just sits there awkwardly for a moment before starting to thrust gently into Ash's ass. "Sorry 'bout that. Shoulda asked first." Rather than dwell on it though he starts to move his hips a bit more forcefully each time, soon enough dragging out six inches of his shaft with each thrust and watching it squelch back in, Ash's asshole wrapped tightly around his cock.

[12:35:51 AM | Edited 12:36:05 AM] [REDACTED]: W-well you're tw-ho-hoo ffFF Shoulders arching upward and elbows bending together, Asha clenches hard as he climaxes, spraying thin spurts of jizz all over his car. He comes down from it a moment later with a blissful groan, rather enjoying the cock slamming deep into him and the large sack patting against his own rather crowded ballsack. Now descending onto his elbows for additional support, he eventually musters the composure to talk again. Yeah, you're two glorious feet deep into my ass, so I'm not gonna sweat a single kiss. Heck, with my pretty face, I don't blame you~

[12:41:29 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Well. Still. Feel a bit awkward I guess. But if you ain't got a problem with it." He punctuates his sentence by slamming his hips forward, balls audibly slapping against Ash's thighs and nuts. "Then I ain't gonna sweat it." With a small chuckle he starts to get into a rhythm, starting off slow but rapidly gaining speed. At first he's only pulling out half a foot as before but soon enough takes out more and more, soon enough reaching halfway again with each of his thrusts. "God. Surprised I haven't already busted inside this wonderful ass."

[12:48:57 AM] [REDACTED]: That is a little odd. It not good enough for you? He obviously teases. Each nerve ending in the lower half of his digestive system is tingling and shooting off sparks of wonderful pleasure, Ash falling in love with the feeling all over every time Kyle bottoms out. Realizing he only has his fishnets on at this point, he reaches up to fiddle with his unpierced nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

[12:52:36 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Through pants and grunts Kyle manages to speak, crotch slapping against Ash's "No it's definitely good enough. Way better than good. Fuck~." He trills the end of the word as he bottoms out again, pulling Ash a bit closer to get even deeper inside of him. Of course he goes right back to his powerful thrusts afterwards, feeling his balls start to tense up. "Gonna cum soon~. Guessing you want it inside right? Bloat up that gut of yours some more."

[1:00:46 AM | Edited 1:00:56 AM] [REDACTED]: I have towels- nng! In the trunk, so if you want to nut on my back or something, by all means. Either way would be sort of hot. And it'd be easier to move. But I'll be more likely to digest it by the morning. He ever so /subtly/ hints that maybe Kyle should pull out when he finishes. And yet. But, I mean. I don't think the belly thing is hot. But being cummed inside of… /REALLY/ fucking hot. So. Your choice. Gritting his teeth, Ash grinds his plump rump against Kyle for the moment that they're in contact.

[1:04:09 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle grits his teeth and keeps eagerly pounding away at Asha's rear, panting every so often. "Think I'm gonna, hnng, try for a bit of both. Think I got enough saved up still." Ash could probably tell that given the heavy blows Kyle's nuts were giving him. His cock throbs and pulses excitedly inside of Ash's ass, showing it shouldn't be too much longer until he starts to cum.

[1:35:17 AM] [REDACTED]: I-if you say so, stud. Said in his girlier voice, he makes the cutest little noises as he's fucked, little "ah~"s and moans. Except for the sudden Sh-shit! Oohhhhnng As he cums again, putting him briefly one orgasm ahead of Kyle as his hips rock a little and he splatters the vehicle once again.

[1:38:57 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: It doesn't take much longer after Ash's orgasm for Kyle to feel his own start, grunting as he slams balls deep into Asha's rear. His shaft swells up thicker and pulses along with his balls as he pushes air through his teeth, the first powerful shot firing through his shaft and hitting Ash's insides. He stood there for a few seconds, bucking occasionally, as he fired a few salvos into Ash. Soon enough though he yanks his shaft out and starts to rapidly stroke it with both hands as it partially lays on Ash's ass, more spurts of thick jizz splattering onto his skin.

[1:43:12 AM] [REDACTED]: Oh god. He breathes heavily as the warmth blossoms in his midriff again, although this time it's cut partially short as it starts to splash all over his back, the thick blanket of cum certainly warming him for a few fleeting seconds after each shot hits him. As Kyle cums Asha grinds his ass crack on Kyle's shaft to try and help it be good for him, feeling a little bad that he didn't get to do all of it inside.

[1:47:27 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle continues to grit his teeth as Ash grinds against him, moaning out as an especially powerful shot splatters onto Ash's back. Rapidly Kyle manages to pull his shaft back down and place a few inches into that inviting pucker, shooting the last few shots into Ash's butt. After he's finished he sits there for a moment before sighing and sliding sideways, laying on his back on the trunk of the car, arms partially outstretched. "Holy fuck was that great." His breathing was heavy and his shaft seems to not be throbbing as powerfully as after the first two orgasms.

[2:01:05 AM] [REDACTED]: God damn dude. Best random hookup ever. He lets himself slump down onto his chest, feeling rather fatigued. Quietly he reaches back and feels the intense gape of his asshole, anus still spread nearly as wide as Kyle's shaft, getting Asha hard again rather quickly. Still, he eventually stands with a "hup" and makes his way over to his pants to retrieve his keys, actively leaking cum onto the ground as he goes. Ohhh god that's a weird feeling. Nnnn.

[2:04:11 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Through heavy breathing he manages to talk, dick still throbbing gently in the cool night air. "Yeah. I'll say. Good weird or bad weird? I can always stuff your butt again if you need me to." Kyle chuckles faintly and moves one hand down to stroke his much droopier shaft while the other goes to straighten his balls. Seems it was slowly softening up.

[2:07:13 AM] [REDACTED]: Neither, really, just weird. And I don't think I could drive us back tonight if I got another one of those. Look at how fucking wobbly my legs are. They're visibly shaking, and when he lifts his hand for demonstration it's rocking back and forth powerfully. Returning to the trunk, he gently shoos Kyle to standing and pulls out two fresh white towels, then shuts it again, tossing one too his friend. About a minute later the towel is slimy as he finishes wiping himself and the car clean of spooge.

[2:10:39 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle does much the same though mostly just for his cock. He does help with cleaning the trunk though since it was mostly his mess, swiping his hand along it once they were done. With a smirk he turns to Ash and starts to leisurely stuff his wilting cock back into his pants, letting out a pleased sigh as he zips them up, bulge nearly down to his knee still. He gives it a pat and smiles at Asha. "Thanks for the great time, dude. Now where we headed off to? Crashing at that friend of your's place?"

[2:19:42 AM | Edited 2:19:47 AM] [REDACTED]: Nah, we can go to my place, Abby lives like 30 minutes from here. I'll get up before you and tell my parents you're a friend of hers, they'll probably assume you're a porn actor and not question the bulge. It's all good. He starts to shimmy his shorts back on, pausing before he covers his ass and pulling his underwear back down to present it to Kyle, including the gape that was his handiwork, and slaps his own ass cheek with a giggle. Get one last look! Once he returns to being fully clothed he makes his way back towards the driver side of the car. You didn't wanna drive, did you?

[2:23:32 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Right, right. I'll try to hide it a bit while we're there." Kyle just smirks a bit as Ash presents his ass and gape to him, moving forward a bit to slap his ass as well. As they get closer to the car he shrugs and moves more towards the driver's side. "If your ass and legs are too messed up I can take the wheel sure. You'll just have to give me directions. Kind of wasn't paying much attention on account of the whole situation you know?"

[2:35:06 AM] [REDACTED]: I'll be fine. The drive is as short as before, although it seems a little longer for Ash as he is constantly distracted by the feeling of his rear. When they pull up Ash leads them in and up the stairs, to his room where Kyle is directed to sleep on the couch. Most of the bands they talked about earlier have a poster somewhere in the room, as well as some video game paraphenalia that imply Ash has been to conventions before. You a heavy sleeper? I sort of uh, moan, a little, in my sleep.

[1:22:47 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just blinks for a moment before sitting on the couch, stretching a bit as he lays down. "Heavy enough. With you moaning in your sleep surprised your folks haven't found out about stuff like this." With a yawn he leisurely takes off his hoodie and tosses it onto the floor next to him, followed soon after by his pants. "Gonna warn you I some times get morning wood. Course I figure I might not get it this time since this bad boy's been worked." He chuckles as he reaches a hand down to poke the bulge in his boxers.

[4:34:24 PM] [REDACTED]: I've been doing it since before puberty, dude. Has nothing to do with sex. Despite a lot of other things he does also being inadvertantly sexy. Sluttery must have been his destiny. After turning in for the night it turns out the moans aren't that loud, but unmistakebly sexual sounding. In the morning, Asha's not in the room right when Kyle wakes up, but pokes in soon afterward. Hey, they wanna meet, and I quote, "Abigail's deviant friend." That's you, buddy.

[4:38:09 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: With a groan Kyle tosses a bit on the couch he was sleeping on before slowly standing up. Of course he's sporting morning wood which is pointing straight at Ash as Kyle rubs his eyes. "Your folks you mean right? Got it. I'll be down…" His eyes open up as he says that, seeing his wood and sighing. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Hope I remember how to hide this thing like back in school."

[4:48:56 PM] [REDACTED]: Alright, I'll tell 'em you're coming. He heads back down to the living room and tells the two beautiful women he calls parents that Kyle has to take care of morning breath and bed hair, and they nod patiently.

[4:52:37 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It takes a few minutes but Kyle finally manages to calm his dick down and get it back into his pants, tucked back a bit to make the bulge look a bit less obscene though there was no arguing it was still huge. He breathes in heavily as he steps out of Ash's room and down the stairs, nearly doing a double take at seeing the two ladies there. Guess those comments about Ash's dad last night weren't true in the slightest. "Uh, hey. Sorry I had to crash here. Hope you two didn't mind."

[4:56:39 PM] [REDACTED]: The brown haired one blows on her hot coffee and smiles. "No trouble at all." Followed by the blond one with [Ooh, he's cute. Did you two have a good time last night?] With a wink at each of them, prompting Asha to stammer a little and turn red. Wh-what do you mean by that?? [Sorry, I was trying to ask if he's a good fuck, dear.] Brunette mom rolls her eyes with a smirk as she takes a sip while Ash flounders.

[5:02:00 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just smirks a bit and steps all the way down the stairs now, going to lean against the wall but figuring it'd be rude to do that. "Nah me and him didn't do anything to explicit. Just like. Credentials and stuff for Abby. No biggie really." He gave a little shrug and looked over at Ash, hoping that what he said would work. Ash did mention his parents had no idea about his proclivities so he figured it be better not to end up spilling the beans on that.

[5:13:21 PM] [REDACTED]: Right, credentials. [Of course.] Ash clams up and lets his arms fall to his sides, both parents looking at him increasingly knowingly. I-I mean that's really weird and gross that you think I'd like. I mean. He gestures open handed at Kyle With him? I mean, with a boy? Not, him, there's no problem with him, intrinsically, he's just- "Honey. You used to draw hearts around cute band members in your notebooks regardless of gender, and you wear fishnets and a crop top in public. How do you think we don't know what you get up to?… Oh shit, gotta get to work, be gentle with them dear." She smooches the blonde woman on the cheek before finishing her coffee and rushing out. [So, Kyle, right? You didn't break our poor boy did you? Hehe.] Ash is as red as red gets right now.

[5:18:09 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Shit. Seems they already had figured out. He wonders if he should just come clean since it would save Ash some embarrassment down the road. With a heavy sigh he just shrugs a bit and gestures back to Ash, arms landing against his sides. "Well. I mean. He's up ain't he? It was mostly me, uh, hitting on him anyway. When we were at the concert I mean. Then we hung out and stuff went from there." He gave another shrug and put his hands in his pockets, turning to look at Ash to see how he was doing. He really hopes he didn't just ruin something there.

[5:25:06 PM] [REDACTED]: [Well, I hope you had fun.] Daaaad! He harumphs. She smiles warmly, then stands to make her prominent crotch bulge visible. Not as much as Kyle's it would seem, but respectable. [Just don't do it too loudly in the house, I heard enough of your moaning when I used to have to put you to sleep.] DAD. She snickers, rustling Asha's hair, before walking out of the room and yelling back at them. [What do you have planned for today?] …We were gonna go visit Ab. [Ahh, makes sense. Use protection.] She pokes back in to say [There are some condoms in the bathroom, but I can't imagine Abby doesn't have some.] Uuuuugh gross!

[5:28:41 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just awkwardly nods to her as she stands up, blushing a bit from seeing her bulge. He ends up staring a bit as she walks out and just stands there, letting Asha and his dad talk to each other before sliding closer to Ash to whisper. "Uh, sorry if I just let something out of the bag. It seemed like they knew already so. You know. Figured I shouldn't lie about it." He resists an urge to make a comment to Ash about the blonde haired woman's bulge as that would probably make things more awkward.

[5:36:37 PM] [REDACTED]: Yyyeah, it's a little SUPER EMBARASSING to have them casually bring it up. He yells the one part for his dad to hear. But I guess I don't… hide it well. He looks down at his slutty clothing and several sexy piercings. Definitely not a lady killer. … Wanna get out of here? *He starts towards the door. [Make sure to eat breakfast somewhere dear!] Yeah! Thanks!

[5:40:05 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Sure. Don't see why not." Before leaving though he peaks his head around the corner into the kitchen to wave to Ash's dad, inadvertantly placing himself in such a way that his bulge was resting against the doorframe and looking even more prominent. After wave for a few seconds he rushes out the door behind Ash, slowly down considerably once outside. "We going to McDogal's for breakfast too?"

[5:58:14 PM] [REDACTED]: *Ash's dad visibly notices Kyle's bulge, raising an eyebrow before waving back.* Not unless you're super hungry. Abby will feed us. I already called her, she cleared her schedule for us. Probably because of that picture I sent. They start on the road right away, since it's supposed to be a fair distance to drive.

[6:00:55 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh. Didn't expect she'd be giving us food too. Nice." He stretches a bit in the seat and just gets comfortable as Ash drives along, occasionally glancing out the window. It doesn't take long before he's bored of looking at city blocks pass so turns a bit more towards Ash, hoping what he was going to ask wouldn't be rude. "So. What's the, uh deal? I guess. About the two ladies and all. Oh and you having two dicks. I'm curious about that too."

[6:14:38 PM | Edited 6:14:39 PM] [REDACTED]: Uhh, what do you mean? Dad got mom pregnant just out of high school, that's my older sister. After dating a while they decided they were happy and got married, I was born about five years later. No idea why I'm packing like I am but. He shuts up for a moment while paying attention to what's happening at an intersection. … uh, but you don't know why you're super hung, do you? He sticks his tongue out. Genetics are weird as hell.

[6:44:57 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle nodded and shrugged. "Yeah. Guess that's true. Was more curious about the fact of whether or not your one mom had a dick. Or dad I should say. Sorry if I was being rude callin' her mom. It's just new for me is all." He turns a bit to look out the window again and grins a bit, nudging Ash gently. "Speaking of genetics look at that chick. What an ass." True enough the woman was packing quite the nice rear, bouncing a bit down the street. [7:20:29 PM] [REDACTED]: Did it /look/ like she had one? How do you impregnate somebody without the proper tools. He looks briefly and notes the ass. Yep. that's a good butt. If you're wondering about the genes of it, my sis inherited the 'seriously packing' gene from dad, which is why I didn't. Or did. It's a mystery. Hey, you got any siblings? He takes on a humorous tone. Maybe a brooother? Hehe

[7:25:00 PM | Edited 7:25:14 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh yeah. Well. There was a bulge. Tried not to stare too much since it'd be rude." Kyle keeps staring at the ass as they pass by before answering Ash's question, nodding a bit. "I do actually have a younger brother. If you're wondering if he's packing as much as me I got no clue. You'd have to check for yourself." He slyly winks at Ash before chuckling, crossing his arms, and leaning back a bit.

[7:32:17 PM] [REDACTED]: Heh, nah, that'd be a little weird. It'd be great to find somebody else packing what you're packing though so you two could go at me from both ends wow okay with this level of enthusiasm I can /really/ see how they figured it out. He rests his forehead against his hand in realization, his still partially gaped asshole providing additional reassurance that he's an obvious and enthusiastic slut. We're almost there.

[7:35:05 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Ha. Yeah. Still embarrassing though. Just like when my folks started having to talk me about protection and me stretching my pants and shit. Thank god they don't do that anymore. Course if Mike's like me he's gonna get the same talk. Hope they learned not to be so overbearing from when they told me." He lets out a little chuckle and pats Ash's shoulder, giving it a gentle rub after. "Good. Really wanna see the look on this girl's face."

[8:30:53 PM | Edited 8:30:57 PM] [REDACTED]: She is gonna be /so/ happy. A few minutes later they pull into the driveway for a rather compact looking house on the opposite edge of the city. When they get out, Ash stretches. Brace yourself, she's rather enthusiastic. He steps up to the door and knocks a few times, Abby opening the door a moment later looking rather happy. "Ahhh, hi!" She gives him a one armed hug. Her skin is a little dark, inuit maybe, she's shorter than Asha by several inches, and her black hair is in an undercut. Her enthusiastic gaze slides over to Kyle and her whole face lights up. "Yoooooouuuuu must be Kyle! Come in, come in! I don't want to have to undress you on my front step!" She winks before clearing the doorway for her guests.

[8:38:36 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh I'll bet. Not like I can blame her. Hope she doesn't freak out seeing me in person." Just as he says that the door swings open and he's greeted by the very enthusiastic woman, weakly smiling at her. He manages to talk as she ushers them in, having to actively try and speak this time around. "Yeah. I'm Kyle." Deciding to tease her a bit once he steps inside he moves one hand down to his crotch and readjusts the bulge in his pants whilst looking around. "Comfy looking place."

[8:46:15 PM] [REDACTED]: "Hehe, anything you can see from the doorway is safe for work so I don't get girl scouts seeing the dildos on my shelves. As much as I'd love to inspire the next generation, not the way to do it!" She laughs heartily at her own humor, moving into the kitchen. This was definitely the girl Kyle had heard on the phone only last night, but she wasn't trying to sound sultry at the moment. "I made you guys waffles, but I underestimated and they're cold. You can nuke 'em if you want them warm again." She points to the microwave once both her guests can see her. There are a few nsfw posters on the wall, one or two of which are even of Abigail herself posing cutely with little or no clothing.

[8:55:02 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle leisurely follows behind Abigail as she walks through her house, looking around a bit. Nothing seemed out of the oridnary so far. The explicitly sexual things were probably up in her room he thinks. As they enter the kitchen he licks his lips as he sees the waffles and also when he sees the posters. "Thanks a lot. Cold's fine with me. I'm used to waking up late for breakfast." He takes one of the plates on the table and sits down, grabbing a knife and fork as well and eagerly starting to eat. With a light gasp he pulls his face away from the plate to faintly grin at her. "Damn good waffles. You make 'em yourself?"

[9:06:32 PM] [REDACTED]: "Pff, don't flatter me. I'm not that good of a chef." Ash joins them at the table after his are warm, pooring a bit of syrup on his. I mean, you're pretty good. But you definitely store bought these waffles. "He didn't need to know that Asha!" She sticks her tongue out at him. She only calls me Asha because she thinks it's cute. "It is. This is fact. And it makes you blush, which is cuter." Ash notices his blush and groans. "Oh hey, Kyle, want to be a tie breaker for us?" Ash looks confused, then alarmed. Ab, please. "Aaaasha here expressed boob envy a couple weeks ago and IIII think he should get implants, but he thinks they'd look stupid on him. How 'bout you?" She leans in resting on her arms while Ash rolls his eyes.

[9:14:06 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: He just sort of sat there as the two of them talked to each other, nodding every once and a while to show he was listening. Of course he wasn't prepared for that question so he ended up choking on the waffle a bit before managing to swallow it. He just looked between the two of them for a bit before giving a shrug. "I'm not really sure. You done any like. Practicing with balloons and bras or something? Don't wanna get them and then find out they're too big or annoying."

[9:20:48 PM] [REDACTED]: "I made him wear a set of fake tits and he looked amazing.* I looked pretty good at best. "You looked like a hot chick!" I look like a boy. "You look like an adorable boy with an amazing figure and a girly face, so you looked like a hot chick." Ash smiles against his will and looks way with a grumble. "Whatever! Not importaaa~aant. How much has Ash told you about me?" Not a lot, sorry. He lowers to a whisper Did you really think I looked good? "You looked damn sexy. Anyways, ask me whatever you wanna know!"

[9:26:24 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle once again let the two of them talk to each other while he ate, nodding every so often. "Well. Even if you don't get 'em you still look hot to me, Ash." He flashes a faint smirk before finishing up his waffles and cleaning his mouth with a napkin. For a moment he thinks about what to ask her, leaning in once he's decided. "First question should probably be if you've got a dick or not. I'm kinda guessing no but figure I should ask. His one mom, er, dad had a nicely sized one it looked like. I mean. I wasn't staring. That much anyway."

[9:36:03 PM] [REDACTED]: "Oh, yeah, Trudy's got heat. Not me though. I mean." She points at the posters of her, although only one slightly out of the way one actually shows her crotch. "You can see my pussy right there. Tight, pink, and always ready!~" Her sister has a dick, actually. So both of our older siblings have… large genitalia. "Yeah, but Trish isn't as big as this cutie you've hooked!" She must be referring to Kyle. "So, precise measurement on your cock?" She leans in to pretend like she's whispering. "I can measure it, if you're not sure~"

[9:50:28 PM | Edited 9:50:40 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: With a little chuckle he leans back and looks like he's thinking for a moment, holding both his hands out and apart. He moves them apart but for the most part they stay about as wide apart as his shoulders. "Around this I think. It's been a long time since I measured properly. There's a lot to measure as you already saw." He chuckles a bit and winks at her, leaning back again. "And wow. So both your sisters have got dicks? If I'm hearing right I mean. Cause my bro's probably packing like I am as I told Ash earlier."

[10:20:25 PM] [REDACTED]: Uh, no, sorry, misleading words. No dick, just… a lot of what she has. "She's amazing." It's seriously gross. "I wish I had her genitals!" Absolutely the creepiest thing you've ever said to me. They sort of uncomfortably snicker at each other. "I'm off to hunt for my tape measure, get him prepped for me Asha!~" Ash looks ponderous for a moment before pulling out his phone and loading up a video on Pronhub of Abby taking a dildo that's an exact replica of a muscular arm just short of the elbow, with hand curled into a fist, in her cunt. She meant get you hard, so.

[10:30:01 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: It's hard not to feel a bit awkward when they end up talking about Ash's sister's crotch region but it does make him feel a bit horny, wondering what exactly she looked like. If she was anything like Ash she wouldn't even need plush holes to take him. As Ash gets out a porn video Kyle just smirks and stands up from the table, walking a bit to be behind Ash. "Why not show me that wonderful ass of yours too? It still gaped from last night or did sleep fix that?" As he stands behind Ash he rubs his crotch bulge against his back, smirking just a bit.

[10:35:38 PM] [REDACTED]: He seems reluctant for just a moment before grinning and standing. He bends over only enough to make his ass a little more prominent as he pulls his pants down, cheeks restricted by the waistband as he goes. Once free he spreads his cheeks with his hands, showing that his asshole is still wide open, a gap of at least three inches. Right now he has no pucker, ass sloping directly into his insides like it was originally designed for intake instead of expulsion. When he clenches it doesn't even close entirely. I think you broke it, ya big jerk. He blows a raspberry and laughs a little as he slips two fingers in there without even getting any juices on them.

[10:39:04 PM | Edited 10:44:57 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Well. Damn. Really wasn't expecting it to still be so. Gaped." Kyle sort of stumbles on his words as he looks at Ash's practically ruined ass before casually moving his hand against a cheek, inching his fingers towards the hole. His other hand though goes down to his crotch, massaging his dick through his pants. As he starts to finger and nearly fist Ash's ass he notices the boy's ballsack and how overstuffed it looked, chuckling a bit as he pulled out briefly to poke it. "Wow. You got four nuts too? I'm a bit jealous."

[10:47:22 PM | Edited 10:53:32 PM] [REDACTED]: Yeah. I bet it'll be fine tomorrow. Abby returns to see Ash partially nude and doesnt seem even slightly off-put, until she sees his ass gape and gasps loudly. "Asha, did you take that whole thing in your butt?!? I am so proud of you!" She smooches him on the cheek to elicit yet more blush before gently prying Kyle away, leaning him against the table. "Alright stud. Show me the goods." She licks her lips and waits for Kyle to unleash the beast.

[11:00:54 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Yup. And down his throat too. Twice." As Kyle's leaned against the table Abby can see his bulge again and would probably note it looks a bit bigger than before. With a little smirk he moves both his hands down to his crotch to unzip his pants but then figures it would probably be better to show the whole package instead. So he pulls his hands up a bit higher and undoes his button along with the zipper before dropping his trousers and underwar. His still mostly flaccid schlong bounces up from the movement and then noisily slaps against his thighs, same with his nuts. "Sorry I ain't all the way hard yet. Takes a bit."

[10:33:37 PM] [REDACTED]: "You are such a naughty boy Asha, and I love it. I bet you'd like my sister. She'd looooove you~" Abby kneels and grips the shaft in her hands, feeling the intense warmth, and just how much it had yet to grow. "Oh. My. God." Her hands begin to stroke at it in just the right spots, while her tongue rolls out of her mouth and drags up his inner thigh until it starts sliding up the base of his softie. "Mmm, yeah, we're gonna be having fun." Let me help~ Ash kneels on the opposite side of Kyle's dick and starts to lick and suckle closer to the tip, Abby holding it steady for him while she focuses on the bottom.

[10:37:15 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle gasped as Abby started to grope and fondle his dick, moving one hand to hold onto her hair. As Ash kneeled down he did the same with him as well, a few pleasurable sighs escaping his lips. Their licking and sucking was definitely starting to have an effect on him, his shaft pulsing and growing. "If she's anything like you or Ash I bet I will. Never expected I'd meet anyone actually eager to suck me off though. So you're a first, Abby. Well. Except for Ash sort of."

[11:14:53 PM] [REDACTED]: "Sorry, I was talking to our little slut here." She ruffles Ash's hair where Kyle's not covering it. "She'd love to stuff him for a couple of hours." He gulps, knowing Trish to be a little predatory. Instead of focusing on it he puts the tip of Kyle's rod in his mouth and runs his tongue all around every fold and cranny with a little "mm". "God he's cute. Isn't he cute?" Sluuuurp.

[11:30:52 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: More gasps and a few moans even come from Kyle as the two of them continue to orally assault his dong. It doesn't take much longer before he's finally fully hard, throbbing in Ash's mouth, a few beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip. "God yeah. And damn good at sucking dick too. Like. I probably ain't the best person to ask about that considering he's only the third person to take it but. You know. Best so far." He gives Ash's head a little pat as he says that, smirking down at him.

[12:10:42 AM] [REDACTED]: With his cheeks bulged out cartoonishly, Ash looks up at Kyle and winks. "Alright alright, pop off before you start deepthroating him and I can't bring myself to stop you!" With a chuckle, Ash gives them their space, and Abby extends her tapemeasure. "Let's see, two feet… three inches… aaaand five sixteenths! Wow!" With a dreamy smile she nuzzles her face against it. "This thing really is amazing you beautiful bastard."

[12:32:01 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: He flashes a wink back down to him before pulling his shaft up a bit so it popped out of Ash's mouth, tip covered in saliva. It was easy to hold it steady for Abby to measure what with Ash helping to hold it. Kyle whistled a bit as he heard the measurements, chuckling after and running one hand down his shaft. "Wow. Sounds damned huge which isn't surprising at all." He shivered a bit as Abby rubbed her face against it, shrugging a bit. "Conceptually yeah but it can be a pain."

[12:42:38 AM] [REDACTED]: "A pain you say?" With a sly look on her face she rears up and presses her closed lips against his tip. Suddenly he slips inside and his shaft rapidly disappears into her maw, throat bulging, until she hits a snag with about five inches left. Bobbing her head, she only gags once as she forces the rest down with eyes watering a little. With her lips pressing against his crotch, she gives him a look like "still think it's a pain?" Ash's pants show his responsive erections clearly.

[12:53:03 AM | Edited 12:53:08 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: His teeth firmly plant themselves in his bottom lip as she wraps her lips around his cockhead and then, to his shock, slides nearly his whole shaft down her throat in one go. He gasps and moans as his hands hold onto her hair, eyes rolling into the back of his head. As she's pressed against his crotch he bucks gently against her face, letting out a deep but pleased sigh. "Considering you, Ash, and two other people are the only ones ever to take this thing? Yeah. It's kind of a pain still."

[3:28:12 AM] [REDACTED]: Rolling her eyes, Abby pops off with no effort at all, stroking it instead. "But I bet it feels great." Feels great in your ass, for sure. Abby breaks out laughing and nearly falls to the floor, Ash smiling that she appreciates the joke so much. "Hehehe, anyways, hoo! You've got us now, so you don't have to worry yourself about that aaaanymore! So, what do you want to do with this?" She hefts her E cups, smacks her ass, and trails her fingers up between her crotch. "You knew I was gonna fuck you, right? I wasn't just morbidly curious. Not that you can't back out."

[12:18:28 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Oh yeah. No doubt about that. And, well, guess I don't if this is gonna be a regular thing. Not sure if Ash's ass could handle that though." He just flashes a brief smirk at Ash before chuckling a bit. As Abby shows off her goods Kyle's hand wraps around his shaft and strokes it gently. "Well it is your body so why not you decide where this thing's gonna go? You know what can and can't stretch." To tease her a bit he waves his shaft in from of her face, nearly getting a few drops of spit on her nose or forehead. "It all looks good though."

[3:54:11 AM] [REDACTED]: "Uch, making me pick is like taking me to an expensive clothing store and telling me to buy only one thing!" She licks up the side of the shaft while looking contemplative. "Well. You've never fit this thing in anybody's cunt, have you? I'd love to solve that for you. And it's been a while since I've had a human penis that actually fills me right up. Sort of have an itch!" She starts to unzip, then in that sultry deep voice from on the phone she says. "Sound good to you?"

[3:58:09 AM | Edited 3:59:10 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle's shaft throbbed powerfully as she spoke to him in that sultry tone, just dumbly nodding at her as he pushed his pants the rest of the way down. He felt asking about the human penis thing would be pushing it for the moment so he wasn't going to mention it. "Yeah. Sounds great. Course I'm gonna get to fuck each of your holes as Ash'll tell you. Nut three times with him and still wasn't fully soft. That's probably cause he's so great at this though." He flashes a smile at Ash before waving his shaft back at Abby, waiting for her to fully undress.

[4:09:32 AM] [REDACTED]: Ash smiles back "Ah, I'm usually a one hit wonder I'm sad to say, but other than that I think you'll find I'm a sexual masterpiece. Which fucking sucks, because I'm a girl! Girls are supposed to be able to go like ten times!" It's probably because the things you put into you are ten times bigger than normal, you insatiable slut. "I appreciate the flattery you enthusiastic whore~" Leaning against her kitchen counter, Abby finishes unzipping and finaggles her jeans down around her butt until they finally pass the threshhold and fall to the floor. Her lacy black panties don't actually cover her private parts, hugging her form skin-tight but spreading around to completely expose her innie cunt. She removes them anyways, spinning them around her finger. "Ahh, finally I can let it breath."

[4:16:10 AM] Ask-Cockanaya: "Hey I ain't gonna complain. So long as we enjoy ourselves right?" He smirks again as he kicks his pants underneath the table to watch Abby undress more, licking his lips in anticipation. As they fall to the floor he just sort of blinks as he sees her nethers and continues to do so as her panties fall down. However he wasn't put off by them if his intensely throbbin erection was anything to go by. More intrigued and perplexed. "Wow. That's, uh. Nice. That from all the toying or is it natural?"

[4:31:43 AM | Edited 4:31:58 AM] [REDACTED]: "Uh." She and Ash look at each other "Does it work that way? I don't know that I've ever heard of that. But assuming you mean what I think you mean, no, it's like this naturally." She stretches, then cracks her knuckles. I suppose you'll want to see the girls too, huh? After rolling her shoulders and cracking them a little too, she grabs her shirt in the typical double handed arm cross fashion and lifts it over her head until it's off, slipping her arms through afterward. It turns out she was never wearing a bra at all, and just has inverted nipples on her incredibly perky E cups, which hold themselves up so well they have smooth curvature on the bottom, like an anime character or something. "I call em Sol and Luna, because when I wake up in the morning this one" She pats her right breast "is shining in the sunlight, the other not as much. But they're both heavenly bodies."

[2:19:58 PM] Ask-Cockanaya: Kyle just looks for a moment before shrugging at the two of them. "I ain't got a clue. That's the second vag I've ever seen in person. And yeah. They look great in your shirt." He briefly licks his lips as she starts to take off her shirt, looking a bit perplexed as he sees her nipples. Maybe this was just how gals were supposed to look? Whatever the case this time he doesn't make a comment about it, merely walking forward a bit and gently resting his hands on them, giving them a squeeze. "Ooh yeah. They feel heavenly alright." His dick throbbed and shot out a spurt of pre-cum which splattered against the floor, Kyle looking over at it and grinning nervously. "Oops. Sorry 'bout that."

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blingblandfanfic · 2 years ago

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Lup and Barry clone Taako

i've been dabbling in taz fic lately, and i started this and realised i only wanted to write this scene, and thus didn't want to flesh it out further LMAO

one scene isn't enough to post on ao3, but it is enough to post on tumblr ;)

It starts with Lup’s hovering.

Her metaphorical hovering, that is, not her literal hovering. It’s been a month, maybe a bit more since they’ve defeated the Hunger, and on account of being a lich with no legs, she’d have to drift from place to place for all that time.

Taako doesn’t know why she and Barry haven’t made her a new body, but whatever.

To be honest, it takes a while for Taako to even notice her metaphorical hovering, let alone be bothered by it. There’s something about being separated for over a decade that’s made it so that neither of them can be apart for too long without getting panicky about it. But as Taako soaks up sister time, his Lup quota fills up a little bit faster every day until it’s almost back to pre disappearance levels.

He’d expected it to be the same for Lup, but she’s still clingy. Still hovering. Metaphorically. It’s obvious that there's something she wants to tell him, and he’s never known her to be shy about anything, so he’s waiting for her to spit it out herself.

One night, when she’s decided to ‘sleep’ in Taako’s bed instead of Barry's, she finally plucks up the courage to ask whatever she wants to ask him.

“Taako. How much do you love me?”

“What do you want?” his eyes are closed, but if they weren’t, they’d be squinting suspiciously.

“Seriously, babe, just answer the question.”

“You’re my heart, duh,” if this is what she’s been worried about the whole time, then Taako’s gonna be pissed.

“How would you like to make that literal?”

He finally pulls open an eye to see his sister, floating ominously above him, “and what the fuck do you mean by that?”

If Lup had a face, she would use it to give him a bashful smile.

“Well… we need like, a lot of DNA samples in order to create a clone, and it was easy for Barry because he always had access to his body but–”

“But your body is dust,” Taako closes his eyes.

“Hey, we’re already technically clones of each other! We just need to do it manually this time!”

“It’s still fucking freaky, though!” he sits up on his elbows, “I don’t wanna go about my day knowing there’s a version of me growing in a test tube!”

“Then don’t think of the clone as you, dummy, it’ll be my body, I just… won’t be in it, for a while.”

“Oh my god,” he slumps back onto the mattress, “when the fuck did this become our life?”

“I think we were pretty much locked in the moment we got the IPRE acceptance letters,” she floats down to lie on Taako’s body, her not-face propped up by her hands. “Seriously, though, if you really don’t wanna do this, then it’s fine. We’ll figure something else out.”

“Oh yeah, like what? Possess some poor schmuck and spend the rest of your days running from Kravitz? No way, this is the easier option.”

“I have a feeling you’re not fully 100 percent on board with this.”

“Yeah, of course I'm not! Who wants to be cloned? But I’m doing it anyway because you’re my sister, and I want to fucking hug you.”

“God, same,” Lup sighs, “and I want to bang my husband,” she ignores Taako’s retching, “it’s just that we have to be really careful about this, now that me and Barry are working for the Raven Queen and all, we have to make sure this is super duper ethical. Cloning is super light necromancy, and she’s barely willing to let us do it.”

“Fine,” Taako raises his hand, “you have my full unequivocal consent to clone my body and bang your husband with it. I just don’t want to see the fucking thing until you’re in it. Do you need that in writing or what?”

“Actually, yeah. Like I said, the Raven Queen is being super strict about it. Kravitz says we’re lucky she’s letting us do this at all. I guess being the saviors of the universe helped us out there.”

“She also has a big soft spot for Kravitz. She’s like his Mom.”

“Aww, really?”

“He can deny it all he wants, but I know the truth. He blushes like a motherfucker when I bring it up.”

“Ha!” She barks out a laugh and sits up, “I'm definitely gonna bring that up the next time I see him,” she floats off him and makes for the wall– doors are obsolete to a lich– but she pauses, turning back to face him. He can almost imagine her face in the empty darkness that is her hood, a reflection of his own, but far more open and gentle than he’s ever allowed himself to be. “Seriously–”

“Seriously,” he raises his hand, “I'm cool with it. Now can I go the fuck back to sleep?”

“Yeah,” she says, soft, with a hint of a smile, “you can.”

#Taz #the adventure zone #lup #Taako #exclusive content #snippet #taz balance

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an-aura-about-you · 8 months ago

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starting in on Handbook for Mortals and I'm just going to cover all the miscellaneous beginning crap that this thing is wrapped in before actually starting on the story.

first thing I'm going to talk about is what's on the back of the book because not a lot of people talk about what was chosen for that. usually there's a brief blurb with the premise of the book or maybe some reviews, sometimes even a little paragraph directly from it to entice the reader. that last one is my standby when I need to put a summary for a fic.

Handbook for Mortals went the route of paragraph from the book as well as three quotes from romance author Skye Turner, who also wrote the foreword for the book, and the promise that this book will soon be turned into a movie. which was due to come out *checks my wrist* six years ago. this has not yet happened, but the author is still insisting it will.

anyway, the bit chosen from the book to highlight what we're getting into is a conversation between our main character and her love interest, which is meant to be some enemies to lovers stuff. but honestly I'm a bit uncomfortable at the, "looked like he might hit me, but I knew that wasn't really an option for him," in there. so, we are already setting up our love interest as a person who needs some kind of mental restraining bolt to refrain from violence instead of just, y'know, not being violent. really speaks to his morals right there. absolutely trustworthy, surely his resolve is ironclad.

this also speaks to the genre of the book because there's a lot of talk about this book having magic and being magical but it's the romance we're choosing to set up here. I think it's safe to say magic is going to be present in this book the way coffee is in a coffee shop au fanfic: it's technically true but it's not why we're reading the story and ultimately not important to it.

I'm not even gonna bother with the blurb on the inside of the dust jacket because it's literally just a synopsis of the entire book. even the ending. I'm not even kidding.

now I wanna talk about the autographs my copy came with. the book I bought for $2 off of Amazon was signed by both the author Lani Sarem and actor-potential producer of the movie Thomas Ian Nicholas, and both of them write some pretty weird things to the people they gave this book to. (there were two names in the personalizations as well as a post-it note with those same names. my best guess is one person in the couple preordered the book with Sarem, requested that it be signed, and then never picked it up. hilarious if true.)

I'll start with American Pie guy's dedication first:

"Be the magician who fools magicians."

like. what? what does that even mean?

Sarem's is both worse and funnier:

"Never forget those who do not believe in magick will never find it! Thanks for believing!"

well I guess they didn't believe too much if they never picked up their book. also that just feels so mean-spirited to me. had I written a similar dedication, I would phrase it as, "Never forget those who believe in magic will always find it!" then it's still exclusive without needlessly dragging others down for ~not being able to find the magic in their lives~. not to mention my own personal pet peeve with the whole magick thing, but that is a rant for considerably later.

there is a typo in the book's disclaimer:

"Any similarity to real persons, living or deal,"

but also that doesn't make sense because I know this book has the real life Plain White T's with their real names as well as Carrot Top and Wayne Newton.

there's also proof that Sarem had permission to use all the song lyrics she uses in the story, which are so copious that without thinking I originally wrote the word, "fic," in this sentence. because yeah, this reeks of songfic, the rare example of one where the person writing has permission to actually use the song. look, I've only seen song lyrics work in a book exactly once, and that was Good Omens. and Lani Sarem is not Terry Pratchett or Neil Gaiman.

(I should know, I just listened to the audiobook for Stardust as a sort of cleanser to remind me what a good book sounds like. it's shockingly refreshing listening to the work of an author who is actually good at their job.)

the dedication is also just. ugh:

"This is dedicated to: The granddaughters of the witches you could not burn and for all those who believe in Magic."

that exists in print in this book. I'm assuming seriously.

I took a peek at how long the foreword is but don't have time to get in on it before I start work today, so this is where I leave things for now.

#aura reads handbook for mortals

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thessalian · 1 year ago

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Thess vs Installations

Well, first, the Saga of the Graphics Card.

The graphics card was supposed to arrive just before New Year. And then it didn't. And it didn't. And it continued to didn't. So by about the third I just went, "Okay, fine, time to get on to customer service". Since this was a first offense, I decided it didn't require "talking to a human being", so I hit their support chat and basically went, "The graphics card I paid a fair bit of money for has not arrived, so could you just send me one that actually gets here? Thanks". And the AI or whatever said "Sure".

Taking the delivery was fun. While the doorbell technically works, I still can't buzz people into the building from the comfort of my foyer (my stepfather is looking into it; which means I'll probably have it fixed sometime next year). So I had to haul my poor disabled ass downstairs to let the guy in. He was such a nice guy. He not only had my graphics card, but he also had the new headset mic I'd ordered (since my last one has proven to have worn out to the point where my input is a staticky mess). Thing is, he only remembered seeing it when I got to the door, so he went all the way back to his van to get it. See, while we do have visitor parking out front, we have a few residents who use it for their second cars, so the visitors parking is usually full ... which is ironic when you consider that only maybe two-thirds of the actual residents have cars and use their allotted parking spaces. Anyway, he had a couple of deliveries for other residents in the building so since I was going upstairs anyway, I offered to take the one that was going up to my floor. He was so nice, I figured I'd spare him the trip.

So anyway, I wasn't going to install everything last night because ... well, the machine was on and doing things, and I didn't want to turn the whole thing off and on again, and I figured to do it in the morning (or afternoon, whenever I woke up) so I'd be fresher for any disasters that happened in the process of installing the new graphics card. I did test the headset mic, though, with help from a voice chat with @true0neutral - the new headset works fine, and proves that my poor old headset has to be put out to pasture.

So today, I put in the new graphics card.

THINGS I CAN NO LONGER DO EASILY BECAUSE OF FUCKING FIBROMYALGIA, #839 - manhandle a computer tower to install things.

I mean, the unplugging of everything was a bitch, and then hauling it onto the desk was more of a bitch, and then I had to do some dusting of the inside of the PC, which I guess was okay, and then I had to pull the old graphics card, which was a little frustrating, and then I lost a screw in the casing and had to rattle it around like one of those toys where you tilt a box to get a marble through a maze into a hole, which hurt, and then I had to plug in the new graphics card, which was awkward, and then I had to put everything back together again, which hurt, and then I had to plug everything back in, which hurt more...

And then it decided it wanted to enter setup mode because I guess something went wrong in POST, which was terrifying. But I honestly made no changes to it that I'm aware of; I just put it back to default settings (which apparently changed nothing) and it restarted just fine. However, as is the nature of things, I'm going to be paranoid about it until I'm sure it's not going to do that again.

For now, it all seems to have worked out. My machine is ... actually quieter now, and apart from a little bit of hiccupping as it decided which of my two monitors it wanted to be using for what, and which speakers to use (WHY is it defaulting to my headset? I have speakers and I want to USE THEM), things seem to be working as intended. Of course, I haven't tried to play any games on it yet. I did all this before I'd even had my coffee, y'see, so coffee has to happen before anything else. So the first part of the testing - regular PC function - has to happen while I have at least half my Big Mug O'Coffee. And then I am going to start slowly with an indie game, nothing too graphics intensive, and then I will check how it runs with DA2, and only then will I try it on Baldur's Gate 3.

Look, I get a little paranoid, okay? I've been doing this for about two decades and I should be pretty chill about upgrading my PC when I've literally built a machine from spare parts twice ... but it pays to be cautious, I've found. I'd rather have a little bit of paranoia for awhile and catch any problem before it becomes a big one than tell myself everything's fine and then get blindsided by something exploding. The last time I was too chill about an upgrade, my power supply basically blew up.

No, I am not kidding.

#Thess is computer literate #Thess is never going to rest on their laurels

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desdemonafictional · 2 years ago

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I wrote a cute little crossover fic in honor of finishing SU:future

It’s a quiet little tune on the wind, almost like bells, that makes you stop and look. It’s spring in the city, and the first thing you notice is that this tourist is wearing pink flipflops. They’re plenty cute, they just don’t really look like… Capitol City chic, you know? So you peg him as a tourist right off.

Pink cherry blossom petals drift down to roll across the grass around him when the wind blows. He’s got one of those little–what are they called, like a xylophone that sits in his hands. Thumb piano? Look, it doesn’t start with a B so you don’t know about it, alright?

“Hey,” you say, coming up to stop just in front of his pink plastic flipflops. “You know you’re not allowed to panhandle on the national mall, right?”

He jolts, looks around, then looks up at you. He relaxes. “Oh, no, I’m just taking a little music break. Is that, uh, is that okay?”

You give him a stern once-over. “I guess…” you say, and hold out just long enough to watch him sweat. Then you drop to the ground under the cherry tree next to him and add, “Anyway I’m only technically in charge of the security in a five hundred foot perimeter of the Postal Museum, and if I tried to report you I’d just get laughed out of the police station again.”

The guy’s expression lights up. “There’s a postal museum?”

You blink at him. “Yeah,” you say, and point vaguely across the mall. “It’s about, uh, mail… and stuff.”

“That’s so cool!” he says. “I’ve been to the national history museum and the natural science museum and the heritage museum and the modern art museum but I didn’t know we had a mail museum!”

You give him a doubtful once-over. “...You really like the mail, huh.”

He shrugs a little sheepishly. “I guess? I grew up kind of out in the boonies. Mail was most of my contact with other people in the world.”

You flap your hand at him, brushing the whole conversation away like dust. “Whatever, I just came over to ask where you got that adorable pink jacket. It is so cute, I’d totally die for one.”

“Oh!” He gives the collar a little tug. “One of my friends made it for me, back home. She got really into sewing at Little Homeschool.”

“Ughhhhh,” you say, and slide down into the grass. “Figures. It probably wouldn’t look good on me anyway. Redheads aren’t supposed to wear pink. It’s a curse.”

“Aw, I don’t think that’s true. I think you’d look really good in pink.”

You sit upright in the grass. “You think so?”

“Sure,” he says, smiling. “Everyone looks best in clothes that make them happy.”

You slump back down again. “Ughhhhhh,” you say.

He thumbs out another little tune on the steel tine, watching the leaves blow, and for a moment it’s just like being back home with your family. There’s always music happening around them.You don’t really know anyone here well enough to sing with them.

“So you’re a security guard?” he asks, after a while.

“Uh-huh,” you say, still laying in your puddle of broken dreams and disappointment.

“What’s that like? Do you arrest people?”

“I wish,” you grumble. You pull your hands off your face and squint at the pink-edged light of the boughs overhead. “All I get to do is report people. But I do a lot of that.” You perk up a little bit. “Officer Jenkins says he’s never seen so many people get kicked out of the Postal Museum in one day. I’m probably setting some kind of record.”

The guy laughs. You feel a little lonely all of a sudden. He’s got a nice laugh, it’s like an invitation at the door of a little cafe you’ve never visited before.

You stick up a hand, outstretched, although the angle is weird. “I’m Candace,” you say.

“Steven,” he says, and twists to shake your hand more easily.

“Here, I was on my way to work anyway,” you tell him. “Wanna see the Postal Museum? There’s an exhibit on Baseball.”

“Baseball!” he exclaims. He jumps to his feet. His eyes are sparkling.

—

“Well my mom hyphenated her name when she got remarried so she’s Flynn-Fletcher, and I don’t want dad to think I’m snubbing him, so maybe I should be Flynn-Fletcher-Johnson? But that’s such a mouthful, I’m not gonna fit in anybody’s contact list. Maybe I should just change my last name to his last name, like, the old fashioned way?”

“Well what does Jeremy think?”

“Oh, he–” Then you stop short, twist your fingers together, and look vaguely around the walls of the History of Baseball Exhibit. “Uuuuh, I haven’t really. Asked. Him.”

Steven gives you a knowing, smiling look.

“But what if he says he doesn’t want to marry me at all!”

“Because you asked about the last name thing.”

“Because I asked about the last name thing! Shouldn’t I just know? What kind of person proposes to her boyfriend and doesn’t even know what name they’re going to be! I’ve been doodling this stuff in my notebook since I was fifteen!”

Steven turns to you and takes your hand. He’s got a very firm grip.

“I’m sure that if you just opened up, Jeremy will tell you,” he says, squeezing her fingers, “he loves you no matter what your name is, even if you don’t change it at all.”

You stare at him for a second, and then you go all watery, bubbling up with huge ridiculous tears. You yank him into a hug that squishes his considerably more hefty physique like a rubberband around a water balloon.

“That’s exactly what he would saaaay,” you blubber. “He’s so perfect and nice and I miss him so muuuucchhhh.”

“Oh,” he says, sounding a little choked up, “oh no, I’m–dang it.”

He laughs, and then he makes a watery little noise, and then you’re both sobbing like idiots in the middle of the postal museum.

“I miss everyone,” you say, thumping your head into his shoulder. “I even miss my stupid brothers. Busting randos with vodka water bottles isn’t the same. I wish they were here so I could bust them too. And like. Have breakfast or something.”

“I know what you mean,” he says, thumbing a tear off his cheek. “I feel so silly. it’s only been a couple weeks since I left home, I shouldn’t be missing everyone so much.”

“College?” you ask. “I’m studying Journalism at U of D.”

“More of a… finding myself roadtrip,” Steven answers. “I’m headed down to Florida Island by way of East Carolina, soon.”

“That sounds fun,” you say, “I went to Mars once.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah but it was like, more about finding my own self worth or something lame like that.”

He laughs and pats you on both shoulders, pulling back to get a bit more air. “I know what you mean,” he says. “Hey didn’t you say you had a shift?”

“Oh, rats,” you say, and furiously scrub at your face. You don’t wear much makeup to smear, thank god. “Yeah I have to be up at the metal detector in–like now.”

“I’ll walk you up,” Steven says.

“Thanks,” you say. You fix your vest and your hat, and check to make sure your nightstick and all are in the right places. People don’t get particularly rowdy at the postal museum, but yesterday you had to confiscate a twelve inch bowie knife off a guy in a cowboy hat, so it does come up occasionally.

The two of you make your way back out past the Babe Ruth placard and the spinning exhibit with English on one side and Spanish on the other, past some blown up images of 1930’s stamps.

“So why does the Postal Museum have an exhibit on Baseball?” Steven asks you, as you climb the steps up to the lobby.

“Oh,” you say, “I have no idea.”

–He’s right about Jeremy, of course. What Jeremy finally says, when you get up the nerve to call him after work, is: “Those all sound great, Candice, but I was actually thinking about Jeremy Flynn.”

#steven universe #phineas and ferb

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 2 years ago

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My Thoughts Of A Impossible Hazformers Ship Called “ShockDust”...(Don’t Have To Take The Ship Seriously....It Just Pop Into My Head.)

[Note: do NOT reblog without permission....Oh, And Reading This post that talks about ShockDust is Optional....I had to log back in to edit that part in, that reading this post that talks about ShockDust, is optional. so only read it if you want to.]

I know a ship between those two might not even possible, but anyway yeah I love Blitzy-Blitzwing’s Hazformers by that way and I’m glad that I am catching up on some chapters and will be reading the newest chapter after I watch Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Ah My Goddess, some Transformers Shows and Movies...

and maybe play a little bit of video games as well.....then again, maybe I will finish reading the chapters first before I do that whole watching those shows and movies, as well as playing Undertale and Deltarune....

anyway I guess I did end up having a little bit of the thought of wanting to ship Angel Dust and Shockwave, and I guess thanks to watching that whole meme....

I can’t help but picture Angel being the one who tried to give Shockwave a kiss, but now, Shockwave wont let him go....

which I know that ain’t possible, which is why I know it is a Impossible ship.

the ship name “ShockDust” is kind of cool though....

like Angel could say that he “fell into a trap, and he went for a kiss...”

and now Shockwave has him and that “he wont let him go...”

well I guess it is better to be weird to have that whole ShockDust ship thought, and it might be weird, but I kind of like it, but I know it isn’t possible.

at least I’m better from how I was feeling before.

and I guess it was a good idea that I got that idea to post that Nonbinary-Woman/Girl Flag with the New Design for Aroaceflux Flag...

otherwise I wouldn’t of ended up figuring out that Ozzie x Fizzy match a Blue Rose, and the whole ShockDust wouldn’t pop into my head.

like picture Blitzwing, Husk and Alastor coming into the room and finding that...

and just like the meme, Angel explains that he fell into a trap, and he was only going to to give Shockwave a small kiss, just to tease him....

and now he has him, and he wont let him go....

like possibly to get back at him for trying to tease him with the kiss.

maybe Angel could complain how much he can’t stand Shockwave, even after him only teasing him about the whole kiss thing, like he could of still ended up giving him a kiss, but Angel views Shockwave not letting him go, as payback.

once again I know this is impossible ship, and it be me weird shipping.

like picture Shockwave following Angel, but Angel is telling him to go bother someone else, and if Shockwave is bothering Angel, it would be just to mess with him and not because he has grown fond of him, because we know he isn’t crazy about organics...

it might not stop Niffty from shipping ShockDust, which might end up peeving off Angel, who will yell Niffty to “BURN THEM.” and by burn them, he means any of the ships that Niffty has made that involves him and Shockwave and their ship name “ShockDust”....

anyway this is just me being weird, and plus even if the ship name is kind of catchy but I know it would be a impossible ship in Hazformers....

now Megatron x Starscream, that isn’t impossible....

wait, in any Timeline and AU of the TFA in Crossovers in the multiverse, if Megatron and Starscream, did end up together in a romantic way and got married........wouldn’t that mean that Sari would have THREE DADS?!!

I still think Sari’s Past Baby Protoform Self aka Hatchling self came from Megatron, and he was in that very same lab that Isaac found Sari’s Protoform self in.....they were both in the same lab...O_O

even if Sari’s CNA did come from Megatron, and her Human DNA came from Isaac....I’m still going to view Megatron as Sari’s Mom, even if technically he would be Sari’s Cybertronian Dad, while Isaac is her Human Dad...

also in my next post, I will talk about the similarities to TFA and Steven Universe.....one of them having to do with Project Omega and The Cluster, and how the Autobots on Cybertron in the TFA, are technically The Bad Guys....

and how Elita-1 becoming Blackarachnia, may have been Karma....

cause she was possibly cheating on both Optimus and Sentinel, and the two didn’t know they were both seeing her at the same time.....I can talk more about that theory along with the whole TFA x Steven Universe Theory in a post around maybe tomorrow....

anyway even though I know ShockDust wont become a thing, cause well at least I think so, I can still like the idea, even if it is just well ya know.

also reading a bit of some info on Shockwave, it turns out he was part of some form of experiment by Blackarachnia, but it was slightly different from what she did to Blitzwing.....ya know what nickname Blitzwing should call her...?

B*tch-Arachnia.....and just in case I’m placing the whole “mature audience only” and “not for kids” tags, because of that....

I guess the Karmic Justice Tag (which I think I will use that tag in the next post, I was going to use it in this one, but change my mind...), could mean Shockwave teaching Angel a lesson by playing the whole “lovesick fool” card and saying that Angel is “his”...

as well as the whole mentioning that Elita-1 may have been two-timing Optimus and Sentinel, but making the two of them promise not to say anything to the other that she is dating them, because it might upset them....dang it, I need to wait to talk more about that theory later....but if it is true, then her becoming half-spider & half-robot aka Techno-Organic could be Karma for her....

anyway it’s okay that not everyone likes the idea of ShockDust, like I said and like how it is implied in the title, I know it is a impossible ship.

even if I find the idea interesting, it doesn’t mean everyone would.

plus who knows what Shockwave’s Demon form looks like in his Longarm form, but I guess even in both forms, he could appear very charming....

Angie, Shield Your Eyes From Shockwave/Longarm’s Charm! It’s A Trap! O_O

*covers Angel Dust’s Eyes from Shockwave/Longarm’s Charm That Is Over 9000.*

oh and PS: Blitzy-Blitzwing, keep up the Awesome Job on “Becoming a Demon”

and it’s okay if ShockDust doesn’t become a real thing, like I said, I know it is a impossible ship and the idea just pop into my head.

now on to reading the chapters, and then I will go watch Ah My Goddess before watching the Other Shows and Movies I mentioned.

#shockwave tfa #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazformers #crossover ship #fanon #I'm weird #i don't care i ship it #b*tch #mature audiences only #not for kids #do not reblog without permission

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pass1onepr1ncess · 1 year ago

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Jojo Fic Snippets

I wanted to show some little snippets of the Jojo fic I'm writing that I'm personally proud of and enjoy. I'll put the link to the AO3 for this fic at the end if anyone wants to read the full thing.

In the midst of the chaos in Rome that night, Doppio experienced loneliness for the first time. Even if he was unaware of his DID with Diavolo before that moment, he always knew that the boss was never too far from him, that he was always only a phone call away. And yet, as poor Doppio lay on the ground in an unfamiliar dying body, the phone sat just out of his reach. Worse yet, it stopped ringing. Doppio was alone.

“Vinegar Doppio… Does the name Diavolo mean anything to you?” Doppio took in a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it go. “Yes. He was my old boss, and…” For a brief minute, he went through his memories like a sort of flipbook, remembering all the times Diavolo would talk so sweetly to him. The fondness he had for his boss, and the comfort he had found in his last moments when he realized that Diavolo had always been with him. “...and… something else. But that doesn’t matter. He was my boss first and foremost.” He could see the flecks of dust dancing in the beams of sunlight through the window. “Oh, well, he was also… Ah, how do I put this…? He and I, we used to share this body. I didn’t know about that part before, and it’s still a bit hard to believe that all that time he… Sorry, I’m rambling! We used to share this body, but he’s… not here anymore.”

This next part is technically a sneak peek for the next chapter but idrc

“Do you… go to school?” Trish shifted the phone to her other hand. “No. My mom homeschooled me as much as she could before she…” Trish stared off into the distance. After a few seconds, she finished her sentence. “Before she died.” Doppio thought about the woman he fell in love with all those years ago in Sardinia. Headstrong and so self-assured, and that was one of the things he liked about her. She knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to go after it. The thought that she was no longer alive to chase those goals, the loss of such a life, it saddened him. “I’m… I’m so sorry for your loss…” Trish didn’t answer at first. He could hear her take a deep breath from the other side. “It’s fine. It was just her time, I guess. It doesn’t matter.” Trish didn’t actually feel this way, of course, but she was the kind of girl who didn’t like to let others know about those kinds of feelings. She didn’t like to seem weak or vulnerable. Doppio, on the other hand, had no reason to hide. Not anymore. “Donatella… She was a wonderful woman. I’m sure she was just as wonderful a mother.” On the other end of the line where Doppio couldn’t see, Trish’s body trembled slightly. She took uneven breaths as quietly as she could, and she looked up towards the ceiling to try and keep the tears from falling out of her eyes. “She was.”

Alright, that's all I've got. Go read the fic if you want more, you can find it here.

#jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba part 5 #jojo part 5 #golden wind #jojo golden wind #jjba golden wind #jjba vento auero #jojo vento aureo #vento aureo #vinegar doppio #trish una #fanfiction #fanfic #jjba fanfic #jojo fanfic

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temporalcomet · 2 years ago

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202305 - It's been a long...

Hey it’s me, MJ!

I can’t hide the truth - I haven’t been lost in a black hole, I haven’t come unstuck in deep space, I didn’t lose my moonboots in Alpha Centuri and have to take a nightbus back there to retrieve them…

For all my space-themed gassing (is there gas in a vacuum? I’m guessing not, rather than googling it) there’s been so much going on. And that’s partially because it’s been 25 months since I checked in with you all via blog! In that time, approximately 6 stars have gone supernova and died out in our galaxy…

"The Milky Way produces stars weighing about 3 solar masses (equivalent to 3 Suns) per year. And, stars equivalent to 1 solar mass die evey year." -- Quora

So, here’s a whistle-stop tour of the past 2 years in the half-life of Temporal Comet:

2021

As we took tentative steps out of lockdowns and away from exponential viral spread, Temporal Comet released its first single in 2 years. ‘Shine’ was well received, but we suffered from a lack of places to play, and so the song didn’t get out to as many people as we had hoped.

Our two main shows in 2021 turned out to be our last. Both were eventful… Firstly, we played in our back garden in Whitechapel E1 with friends ‘Dreampark’ one sunny evening... Our performance could apparently be heard 300 metres away at the Underground station.

In October, Temporal Comet hosted a Halloween Spooktactular in Shoreditch, supported by a few groups I came across on Instagram. The event went well, but technical problems dampened out the fun a little during the gig itself and added a few strains to the working relationship within the group.

Things then continued to take a strange turn. Before Christmas, COVID21 got into some already existing cracks in the band’s dynamic. It soon became clear that differences were irreconcilable, and drummer Hugo was asked to leave the band.

There were some musical differences too - I favoured a drier, more experimental approach to drumming, and it was clear that Hugo aimed to inject more of a ‘rock’ sensibility into the group. At this point I’m much happier with bleeps and bloops than with drum fills and stick-twiddling, but it has to be said, I’m very particular about the music I want to write and the sounds I want to hear. Being solo would give me that freedom, but first I needed a break.

2022

I saw Hugo a couple of times and we wrapped up the business accounts for Temporal Comet. I was solo again, and orbiting without a map. By the way, for astronavigation, I swear by this one:

Although some of the previous songs I recorded were still not released*, I really needed some breathing space, where I could find out again what I wanted to do with Temporal Comet.

And so, by June I had only posted about 3 things to social media, and some of you asked where I had gone. I needed to take a step back - 2021 had been difficult, even aside from the global pandemic-related issues which had taken such a toll on everyone (perhaps even the 1%…)

And then in July, my universe got turned upside down and shaken about a bit. When the dust settled, Jupiter was next to Mercury and Earth looked a little worse for wear.

Jumping back about 20 years, I was playing in a group called ‘The Astronauts’.

I had met Mark ‘Astronaut’ Wilkins in a record shop in my home town (Welwyn Garden City) and he had surreptitiously tried to sell me a Led Zeppelin bootleg. We exited the shop, and got chatting. It transpired that he was also looking for a bass player for an upcoming gig as The Astronauts at Bowes Lyon House in Stevenage. My first gig, at a venue where Jeff Buckley had played 15+ years earlier!

We supported Big Day Out and Jane Bom-Bane, and I passed the audition. I continued to play with The Astronauts for a few years, at punk hotspots such as Hobgoblin in Brighton and Chat’s Palace in London. When I left the group, it morphed into ‘The Otters’, and back again, into another version of The Astronauts.

Mark was always reinventing the band, and his music. Anyway, it was always so varied and diverse that it’s hard to imagine The Astronauts as anything more than a vehicle for the wit and creativity of Mark. I drifted away, but was left with a cosmic hang up for all my subsequent groups - I later formed To The Moon with Dennis White (one time Otters drummer) and later, when in Paris, continued the theme when helping to come up with the name Temporal Comet.

Once an Astronaut, always an Astronaut, I guess…

Spooling back to July 2022, and another lapsed friend and Astronaut, Dom, messaged me to say that Mark had lost his ongoing battle with a long-term illness.

I had lost one of my best, and longest, friendships. It felt like 2016 again, when we lost David Bowie. Mark (like Bowie) was someone who informed my teenage years and musical tastes - without him I would have a different, less compassionate social/ political view, and certainly wouldn’t have discovered half the bands I love today, from Kevin Ayers to Curved Air, from Zappa to Blur…

I have already had the opportunity to write (albeit to a word limit) about Mark, for the Other Lives series in the Guardian (UK) newspaper, but suffice it to mention that without Mark, I’d be on a different trajectory today, no doubt.

Mark’s death in July came just a few months after we’d been to see mutual favourites Van der Graaf Generator at the Palladium in London, and although it pained me to realise that my gig buddy and great friend was gone, there was at least a warm and fuzzy feeling produced when I realised that I had helped him close a loop; Mark’s first gig, which his parents took him to as a child, had been at the same venue, back in 1963!

And in a final action, Mark had nudged the trajectory of my life once again…

It had been years since I had seen most of the faces in our Welwyn music community. In the intervening years since I stopped playing bass in the Astronauts, I had moved first to London and then to Paris, France, and then back to London again. I had lost touch with so many friends (I’m notoriously bad at maintaining friendships because I have a slight self-esteem issue which gets in the way of my relationships.)

Mark’s funeral rolled around, and there, in a packed crematorium near Stevenage in Hertfordshire, were 200+ people that loved Mark and his music. Among them, the community I had lost.

As scared as I was about the prospect of catching up with my past, I wasn’t going to let the day go by without collecting a lot of contact details and promising to myself that I’d do better to stay in touch with all these amazing people, this time around.

2023 As true to my word as possible, 2023 has seen two major changes in my life…

1 - I have joined a band with one of those friends from 15 years ago. Short Rouge is comprised of Dan and Dudu (drums and bass) along with one of those lapsed friends, Lee, who was such an inspiration and great friend back in my youth. I’m playing guitar and we’re making some experimental music which sounds like a mash-up of The Residents, King Crimson, Blur, and This Heat. Not bad! Plus half of these artists are ones that Mark Astronaut introduced me to the in the first place (you see how important he was to my musical taste!)

2 - I have embarked on a project of recording some of Mark’s songs.

The Astronauts (i.e. Mark and whichever musicians he had around him at the time) must have recorded over 100 songs. Largely undiscovered, many of these tracks deserve to have a continuing (and increasing) audience. I know that other friends, such as Dom of the Otters/ Astonauts, and Wasp, vocalist and breath-taking front-person of Rites of Hadda are doing their bit, creating their own versions of Mark’s songs, and between us (and others, including groups ‘Blyth Power’ and ‘Pog’) we will make sure that Mark’s music isn’t allowed to disappear - it always deserved a larger audience than it ever got.

I have started work on 5 Astronauts’ songs, spanning Mark’s songwriting career from the late 70s to 2022. Meanwhile the remaining Astronauts are working to release the final Astronauts album, album 10, which will hopefully be ready by Mark’s birthday on 27 August this year.

I’ve got some stellar help, in the form of Lee Hague (amazing drummer from the Otters/Astronauts) as well as Wasp, and many others. I wouldn’t be able to do this project without Kostas Michaloudis for whom I’m grateful every day!

I don’t have a release date for my covers of Mark’s songs, but I’m also allergic to planning. So stay tuned!

It’s been an interesting few years, in which I’ve lost two friends but gained some great perspective - please tell me in the comments what you have missed out on, what you have enjoyed, what you’ve been most grateful for since the pandemic.

* those songs, ‘Two Sides’ and ‘Silencio’ remain unreleased. Furthermore, my distributor (company that uploads my songs to Spotify, Tidal, etc changed their business model, removing three Temporal Comet songs from streaming platforms in the process. We lost ‘Anticipation’, ‘Falling’ and ‘Rising’… but when I work out the best way to do it (without spending a lot of money and time), they will be back. If you have any recommendations for distribution, please let me know, I’ll be eternally grateful.

In the meantime, you can still play some of the songs on Bandcamp or Youtube. Thanks in advance for having a listen!

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quarter-life-crisis2 · 2 years ago

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Ok ok here are my unfiltered thoughts from when I read it this weekend 🙈 a tad harder to follow without quotes though I’m literally live tweeting

Every time people forget she’s an athlete makes me laugh:

Get your - ugh, you’re strong - go get your own bowl -”

Quite funny to picture walking in on the them filming run episodes, must be a bit mad and a bit weird lol

Jk is so cheeky

Also the random ass game making me laugh

Also technically you never did clarify whose gf jk had a crush on before Lia so for now he’s closest to Dilara so she remains in the lead, also they are similar, though I’m not getting romance vibes of either of them but until further evidence I guess I have to stick to this.

Ngl all sense of mental health and working towards fixing your issues and the future are out the window right now. I’m not mature and collected, I don’t even care, just bang him!!!!

Well damn I hope there’s no interruptions this time I want the full shebang

Baby, Lara, they’re gone, they’re done and dusted and I am living with pure anxiety knowing you saying some other shit will go down. I can’t deal with it anymore it’s like a sport for my heart. Is this what men feel in crowds at matches!!!???

Omg bj in the kitchen. Damn. Of all the people in the world, I guess the members are probably the best choice given trust but damn in the kitchen?? I forgot how these two are

Oh god I was just thinking about what he did with Jennie oh no then I looked down for a sec and saw” no no” I was noooo me too girl me too

Fucks sake how do you get over that the moment she went down properly I thought about it and I wasn’t even there

Is she fighting the ghosts of blow jobs past ?? She doesn’t lose hahaha I know this isn’t funny bits it’s a little bit funny ngl

Surely someone hears this and then they all know surely

I still can’t believe this is finally happening. I knew it was going to and she can only wank to him so many times but I’m overwhelmed that’s they’re actually doing it

The terms of endearment god you’ve got me freaking out over this

Can you imagine how awkward it is for the people that can hear. When I was in my masters year I lived with this girls and one of them just really did not care. I used to hear her all the time it was so fucking annoying. But I guess they can at least be a bit happy for them? I wasn’t I didn’t like her but anyway haha

Omg I can’t stop thinking about it imagine you heard your friend saying that filth. I would tease them till the end of time “you’re gonna make me come so hard baby” I can’t get it out of my head it would be endless ammunition. Don’t get me wrong it’s hot but I can’t help picture the dead silence everywhere also as they’re all 👀👀👀👀 in my experience in the Netherlands the walls weren’t that thick

Oh god the L word how’s that gonna go

I’m scareeeed what’s gonna happen

I swear periods are the ultimate weapon. The more we get society to get used to it the less we can disarm probing men with it lol

Max as always comedic relief

Well …

💀💀💀💀💀💀

I kinda hope they heard too so she doesn’t have to explain when she’s raging but damnnnnnn ruthless

Bullet to my heart

Well

It was bound to happen but that was so unprofessional of the crew

I’d be telling them off if I was namjoon

But yeah I have no thoughts head empty I think it’s part for the course two steps forward one back I’m still happy they banged

The she’s hot but he’s kpop damn ruthless

Brain in overdrive gonna sleep on it ✌️

Zandvoort (Taehyung x OC)

Summary: Somewhere in the dead of night, in a small town in Europe, Taehyung and Dilara succumb to their feelings.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Genre: Angst, smut

Word count: 13.3 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, heartbreak, mentions of minor (as in not very major) assault, masturbation, kissing, fingering, nipple play, blowjobs, oral sex, sex, rough sex, implication of injury (consensual)

A/N: This may be the last Taehyung fic for a bit so enjoy! Not going to say much else, but hope you guys like it. It starts a couple of days after So Many Signs.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “every other freckle” by alt-j

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There’s no Dutch Grand Prix this year. It’s disappointing for everyone in Red Bull, especially since Max was a sure shot winner, just like every year. In a move to seemingly placate everyone, a shoot has been scheduled in the Zandvoort circuit in the week between the Portuguese and Russian races to ensure that even if they aren’t racing in the Netherlands, they’re at least getting photographed there.

Dilara wakes up on Tuesday, feeling like a gentle monster that’s been slumbering for years and has finally awoken. She reaches for her phone on the nightstand to see three phone calls she’s slept through, and the local time to be a respectable half past nine. The curtains she made sure to open last night allow nice, soft rays of sunlight to stream in while giving her a peek of some clear blue Netherlands sky.

She stretches and bends her legs again, when she feels something sticky between her thighs. Eyes widening in horror and mind instantly doing some math, she shoves a hand down to her bare thighs under her oversized t-shirt and brings it back out, frowning. No blood. She rubs her thighs together once more, slowly, and like a light that’s been switched on, the dream comes back with a movie-like clarity.

Dilara sighs and drops her head back down on her pillow. Even a momentary recall of it makes her core throb. Before she knows it, her hand travels down her body again and into her underwear this time, another sigh escaping her lips when she dips two fingers to nudge her clit, already swollen and soaking. She shuts her eyes, grudgingly allowing more moments of the dream to come forward: Taehyung’s mouth on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his cock stretching her out…

She starts moving her fingers faster, forcing herself to keep her moans as quiet as possible until she feels herself nearing that sweet, sweet high. She grabs the pillow and gasps when she feels it, arching her back and dropping her head when the orgasm takes rein, a breathless whisper of a name falling from her mouth.

Truthfully, Dilara isn’t all that surprised. Annoyed, yes, but ever since she kissed him three days ago, all she’s been able to think about is how much more she knows is there but can’t get. Strictly speaking, she’s quite sure she can if she asks, but no matter how sexually frustrated she is, she knows it’s a line she can’t cross right now.

It’s a tough pill to swallow, so she washes up and heads to the kitchen, hoping that the presence of other people might help her forget. There isn’t a soul there, though, so she heads outside to the private stretch of beach and, with an enviable view of the North Sea on Zandvoort beach, she stretches. By the time she returns inside half an hour later, Seokjin, Yoongi and Jungkook are bustling around the kitchen. An incredible aroma of ramen fills the room and her stomach immediately rumbles.

“Pork belly?” Yoongi asks by way of greeting, brandishing a large slice of pink meat between a pair of metallic tongs.

“Uh, no, thank you,” she answers, taken a little off guard. “I’ll just have cereal.” Dilara intends to do just that but when Jungkook arrives to sit next to her at the table with a humongous serving of mouth-watering ramen, she’s forced to abandon her sad little breakfast and dives for his bowl with a pair of chopsticks.

While he’s initially rather generous, eventually he starts getting annoyed, whining for her to go get her own, elbowing her out of the way while she mutters at him not to be such a baby.

“Suga hyung will make more,” he insists, eyes wide and pained as he tries to wrestle a tiny piece of pork from between her chopsticks. “Get your - ugh, you’re strong - go get your own bowl -”

“I can’t,” she implores again, trying to avoid his giant arms and dip the meat in the soup. “I have a race this weekend, I can’t eat red meat - Jesus, Jungkook, are you serious?”

“It’s mine, and you’ve already had half of -”

“I had two bites, JK, don’t exaggerate -”

“You did not have -”

“What are we having?” Taehyung’s voice comes out from nowhere just when a hand appears from in between them. The familiar scent of lotion, a freshly laundered shirt and sleep overwhelms her and Dilara drops her chopsticks, the piece of pork falling into the bowl with a tiny splash. Jungkook takes this opportunity to snatch the bowl and bolt to the other side of the table, but not before Taehyung manages to snag the aforementioned piece of meat and pop it into his mouth.

“Gwaenchanha?” he asks her nonchalantly as he swallows. She nods and averts her eyes, not trusting herself to speak, and hoping he can’t tell how her heart is now racing faster than her car. Her dream featuring a naked Taehyung doing unspeakable things to her flits through her mind again and she automatically squeezes her legs together, wondering when on earth she became this pathetic about her ex-boyfriend.

It’s been like this for a while, unfortunately, ever since the kiss. The day after, which was race day, felt more exciting than it had in a long time. Dilara had also managed her first win of the year and the second of her career, and while she’d been hugged by every member of the Red Bull team and, later, all other members of BTS, Taehyung was the only one she realised she’d been looking for.

Dilara and the team had celebrated into the late hours of Sunday, followed by a couple of hours of sleep in total before she and the group had to wake up for their early morning flight to Paris, and then a train to Amsterdam. It was exhausting, to say the least, and since she was made to travel separately to Paris in order to not be photographed with the group, she’d hoped for some sleep on the flight, only to be thwarted by not one but two crying babies.

The train ride, albeit with BTS, was bumpy as shit for some reason and the only sleep she’d managed to get was a half an hour nap with her head on Seokjin’s shoulder, the only member other than Yoongi who managed to sit still for longer than five minutes.

The entire time, though, a good fifty percent of her attention remained fixated on Taehyung sitting opposite her, how they caught each other sneaking glances before immediately turning away, how he offered to share the last remaining brownie with her, how when she woke up, she spotted him staring at his phone and started wondering if his lockscreen was still a picture of her.

Now, when Dilara watches him saunter into the kitchen and peer over Jin’s shoulder at a pot on the stove, she can’t help but think about how nice their kiss was, how familiar and comforting it felt. It was tentative, hesitant - neither of them were sure of what was happening. But the underlying passion was there, she knows it was. It’s insane; she hasn’t been this physically attracted to him in months, where it feels like a world of pleasure is just out of her reach.

“Lara, your phone is ringing.”

The name falls so effortlessly from his lips that it takes her a moment to understand why her heart is zooming. She walks up to the kitchen island in a trance, looking anywhere but at him. Out of the other three inhabitants of the room, only Yoongi seems to have picked up on it, if his amused frown at Taehyung is anything to go by.

Hurriedly, she picks up her phone to see Max’s name flash. “Guten tag. What’s up?”

“What time are you reaching the circuit?”

“Um…” Dilara turns to look at a clock. “In about an hour?” She avoids Taehyung’s eyes. “You?”

“An hour?”

“Yeah, this house isn’t that close to the circuit. Why?”

“Still. An hour? Are you a racing driver or what?” he asks scathingly.

“Fuck you, Verstappen. I need longer to get ready,” she snaps, rolling her eyes when he grunts his approval. “Why are you in such a hurry anyway?”

“I’m not in a hurry,” he disagrees, and she can hear voices in the background. “I just don’t want to be the only one there. I can pick you up,” he offers.

“That’s… generous. Why?”

Max is quiet for a moment. “Because I need to avoid a meeting in Amsterdam?”

There it is. “And you’re hoping that if you show up with me, you can claim you have work and ditch.”

“I knew you’d understand. I’ll buy you a coffee, too. See you in forty-five.” The line goes dead.

Slowly placing her phone down, Dilara sighs. “Well, looks like I’m driving down to Amsterdam later today. Anyone want to come with me?”

“We have to work today,” mumbles Jungkook forlornly, looking up with his huge doe eyes.

“We can go after,” suggests Hoseok, who’s also joined them. “Or tomorrow - Namjoon is going tomorrow,” he adds, pointing at the leader who’s trailing inside behind him.

“What?” Namjoon shakes his bangs out of his eyes, bleary-eyed. “Yeah, I’m going tomorrow. Kaya’s coming back from Brussels so I’ll probably stay the night at her place.”

“Kaya?” Taehyung’s eyes widen in surprise. “Bring her here!”

“Maybe the day after.”

“Yeah, they haven’t seen each other in months,” reminds Seokjin, grinning. “She won’t want to hang out with us tomorrow.”

“Wait, hang on, do I finally get to meet the famous Kaya?” Dilara asks, looking up at Namjoon, who shrugs.

“Depends. Can you stay back till Thursday?”

She deflates. “Unfortunately, my job gets in the way of that,” she mutters. “Guess I’ll just have to come down to Amsterdam by myself someday and meet her.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Dilara leaves soon after that, taking a quick shower and waving to the guys, all of whom are awake now and in the kitchen, prowling around like hungry animals when they see her go.

It’s a long day of pure F1 PR, filming crazy sketches and doing a bunch of interviews with the AlphaTauri guys. By the end of it, after their detour into Amsterdam when Max drops her close to the house, the sky is already overcast. It’s nearly five pm when she reaches, frowning when she notices a crowd of people in the sandy backyard that extends further into the beach itself. She walks towards it, getting an inkling of what’s going on when she inches closer to hear a lot of laughter and chatter - in Korean.

Dilara stops some distance behind who she now identifies as BTS staff, around ten people behind a bunch of cameras to see the group. They’re dressed in colourful beachwear, playing what looks like some warped version of football with a beachball along with, for some reason, tennis balls also being flung and caught in the air. All the boys are shrieking and tripping over themselves before collapsing into laughter every ten seconds.

She gives up instantly on figuring out the rules - the ludicrousness and the language both prevent her from doing so - but when Namjoon kicks the ball through the air with force and Taehyung lunges for it only to fall and take Jimin and Hoseok down with him, even she can’t control her laughter.

She stifles it immediately but a couple of staff members do end up spotting her. On the other side of the camera, Jungkook catches her eye and grins and when Seokjin yells at him to pay attention, she slinks away, still taken off guard at seeing Run BTS being filmed live.

Since this means the house is empty, Dilara opts for a nap in the quiet and sleeps like the dead, waking up only when the sky is dark and she hears voices in the house. The members are back - or at least Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon are in the kitchen. Taking this as her cue (and the gigantic lunch she had today), she goes to the home gym for a workout, emerging no less than two hours later, adequately sweaty and full of adrenaline.

She takes the long way round to the house; down by the beach with only the white suds visible where the waves crash on the sand. The sound is the most soothing one she’s heard in ages; before she knows it, she has halted on the spot, feeling the salty breeze on her cool skin and thanking the fact that it hasn’t rained today at all. She doesn’t open her eyes until she hears footsteps; turning to her right, she spots Jeon Jungkook jogging towards her, a headband holding his messy hair back.

“Lara!” he calls gleefully, giggling when she gives him a look. “What? Taehyung hyung’s calling you that, you know.”

“I do know,” she says shortly, trying not to let on how her heart skips a beat. “I told him he could. When you punch my ex for me, you can call me Lara, too.”

He grins. “Does Taehyung hyung count?”

“I’ll give you a hundred pounds to punch Tae in the face.”

Jungkook’s face twists into a forcefully suppressed smile. “You’re calling him ‘Tae’ too, I see.”

Cheeks feeling hot, she kicks some sand at him. “Shut up. It’s a force of habit.” When all he does is laugh, Dilara looks around at the lone volleyball net just for something to distract him. “What the hell were you guys playing anyway? I mean, that was for Run, right?”

He nods. “We had to kick the big ball to the other team and in between the rally, the person who caught the most tennis balls got extra points, but only if they caught it from the other team.”

“What if they caught it from their own?”

He considers it for a moment. “Then it’s points for the team.”

“But why would you throw it to the other team at all, then?”

“Because if they miss, you get a point.”

Dilara stares at him. “Are you sure about this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “I wasn’t even sure about this while we were filming. By the end of it, Namjoon hyung was just trying not to injure anyone while me and Jimin were seeing how many times we could make Jin hyung trip.”

“He’s so lucky to have you.”

“He is. No one else compliments his cooking like I do.”

“By eating it.”

“That’s right.”

Dilara chuckles. “He does cook well. As someone who can’t cook to save her life, I can appreciate it,” she says generously. Catching his raised eyebrow, she rolls her eyes. “Do not tell me that Tae and I make so much sense together. I must have heard it, like, fifty times.”

“You do, though,” agrees Jungkook anyway, sounding somewhat relieved that he isn’t the first one to think it. “For example, I’m sure you would’ve been just as frus- pissed off with today’s game as he was. Although you would’ve been better at it,” he amends.

“I’m sure I would have. In fact, I might just be better than you,” she provokes, smirking when he grins.

“I dare you.” Reaching for the portable shed a few feet away, he retrieves the beachball. “It’s just the two of us so we have to stick to this.” He throws the ball to her and she catches it easily.

“Alright, then. Let’s see if I can figure out this ridiculous game.”

They move to opposite sides of the net and start kicking and knocking the ball over, but it becomes apparent fairly quickly that they can’t give a shit about the rules; they’re just rallying to see who drops the balls first, their common competitiveness emerging with gusto.

It’s not long before they’re joined by other people, though. About fifteen minutes into their make-believe volleyball, Dilara hears a familiar tinkling laugh and turns to see Jimin and Taehyung arrive, looking amused yet unsurprised at what they’re doing. She can empathise: she and Jungkook must look ridiculous, sweaty in workout gear, running around barefoot on the beach at night and tossing around a beachball like they’re in the Olympics.

Taehyung asks something in Korean and Jungkook nods, grinning.

“Where are the tennis balls?” Jimin asks, still laughing.

“There.” Jungkook points at the shed. “Oh, now we can play in teams!”

“Fine.” Dilara turns to Jimin and Taehyung. “JK’s better than me for now so whoever sucks more between you two can join him.”

“Oh, that’s Taehyung,” says Jimin automatically, clapping his shoulder before skipping over to her. She grins and gives him a high-five as she watches Taehyung saunter over to Jungkook, hands in the pockets of his tracks, face smooth and unimpressed.

“Okay, so it’s tall people against the rest,” declares Jungkook, making Taehyung laugh - and Dilara’s stomach does a backflip. They restart the game; if Dilara thought that the game between her and Jungkook was mindless, this one is on a whole new level. It’s hard enough to understand even the basics of this random game without the darkness making it harder to see and the lack of a referee to make impartial decisions. There’s a lot of insane running around and shrieks, mostly from Jimin, while Taehyung just stands around looking gorgeous and amused at how Jungkook and Dilara don’t let a single point go without arguing it to death.

“Go, go, get it!” Jimin yells as a tennis ball bounces and rolls away into the darkness behind them and she sees Taehyung already running towards it. Not fully sure why, she runs, too, the sand making it harder - but she’s determined to stay in front of Taehyung.

The makeshift volleyball court is no longer visible by the time the fluorescent green tennis ball comes to a stop. Dilara trips in the sand at the same time Taehyung lunges for the ball, and they tumble to the ground together. Desperate not to let him get at the ball, she pushes him down and straddles him.

Barely a second passes before her lips are on his and they’re snogging on Zandvoort beach, nothing but the night surrounding them. She threads her fingers through his hair, long and thick, shivering slightly when she feels his hands slowly run down her sides, his touch light and floaty. A cool breeze blows and his hands grab her hips, making her sigh involuntarily into his mouth, just before he flips them over.

Dilara gasps as she’s slammed into the soft sand and opens her eyes to see Taehyung hovering over her where he’s situated between her legs, gaze on her mouth as he bites his lower lip. Then, to her horror, he gets to his feet in one swift motion and winks at her, smirking as he shows off the tennis ball in his hand before running away.

By the time she reaches the backyard, it looks like the game is over. There’s some chatter, some in English and some in Korean, about the possibility of rain and sand on everyone’s clothes. Dilara can’t bring herself to pay attention; all she can concentrate on right now is how her heart is racing, how winded she feels, and how just the knowledge that Kim Taehyung is a few feet away is making her abdomen burn in a way it hasn’t in months.

Dilara can feel him looking at her, but for the sake of her own sanity and self-respect, she resists the urge to return his gaze. Her lips are still tingling when she steps into the shower and rinses the sand off her hair, watching the granules wash down her body and into the drain.

The last time she and Taehyung were in a shower together was… last December, in Italy. He’d snuck up behind her while she washed her hair and had silently begun soaping her while she got hot and bothered all by herself, finally having to whisper to him to please, please put her out of her agony.

She knew he enjoyed it, watching the effect he had on her, seeing how long it took her to succumb to him and beg him to make her feel good. It aroused him to no end, the feeling of being that desired. As for her, all it took was Taehyung.

It takes all her inner strength to resist fingering herself in the shower. Just before she’s about to step out, she turns the settings down so the water immediately changes in temperature from warm and steamy to lukewarm to positively chilly. It takes care of her problem for the time being, so she gets dressed and heads out to the kitchen.

Dilara runs her fingers through her wet hair, rummaging through the cabinets for some dinner, but mostly just to distract herself. She retrieves a box of cereal, contemplating.

“That’s your dinner?”

Like the chopsticks this morning, the box slips out of her hand in shock, spilling bits of cornflakes on the counter. “Christ, don’t - don’t sneak up on me like that,” she mutters, hating how her pulse has been on high alert all day.

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. “I walked into the kitchen. I’m standing, like, five feet away from you,” he points out, annoyingly correct.

The fact that he’s affecting her this much even from five feet away isn’t lost on Dilara, and it only gets worse when he casually walks up behind her to reach for a bottle of water and the smell of his lotion and shampoo engulfs her.

“Fucking hell,” she whispers, putting a hand to her forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“M-hm.” Dilara turns around to face him, leaning back against the counter. “I’m great. What about you?”

Taehyung smirks, and she knows all pretence is dropped. “Not bad. Did you have fun? At the game?”

“So much fun. Jungkook’s really good.” She pauses, waiting for him to slowly nod. “You’re not bad either.”

“Thanks. What time is your flight tomorrow?” This time, the playfulness dims slightly and she’s suddenly transported back to last year, to every time they had to leave each other.

“Um, six pm.”

“So you need to leave around… three?”

“Two… just to be safe.” Dilara fights a smile at his automatic pout which he immediately tries to hide. “Right after the shoot.”

Taehyung nods, not looking at her. “And, uh… Max is going with you, right?”

She gives him a look. “You know I travel all the time, right? I can take care of myself.”

His head snaps up. “What? No, of course, I - I know. I know you can,” he repeats, eyes softening slightly. “Just… you know, I’m concerned. As a - as a friend.”

“As a friend,” repeats Dilara, eyes widening, grinning when he chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re worried about me as a friend?”

“Okay, a little more than a friend,” he concedes, stepping closer and dropping his gaze to her mouth. The inadvertent admission makes her heart pound, becoming harder when he brings a hand up to her hair and grips a wet strand near her neck with two fingers. A bead of water squeezes out and lands on her thin t-shirt, just above her breast, immediately soaking through.

It’s slower but fully, unabashedly mutual this time, how they gravitate towards each other and their mouths meet. It’s more frantic, however, with their hands grabbing at each other - but it only lasts about five seconds until they’re interrupted once again.

“Should we have ramen?” Jungkook announces his arrival with an important question. “I can make some.”

Taehyung clears his throat as he steps away from Dilara, running a hand through his wet hair and looking appropriately frustrated. She gives him a warning look before turning to Jungkook, who’s now peering into the rice cooker.

“Um… yeah, sounds good. Is it just us?” she asks, suddenly realising that she hasn’t seen the other four in hours.

“Hoseok hyung and Suga hyung went out for drinks,” explains Jimin, also appearing and smelling overwhelmingly of citrus, “and Namjoon hyung and Jin hyung went to Amsterdam so they’ll be late.”

“Kaya’s back?”

“No, she’s coming tomorrow. If she was here I don’t think Jin hyung would’ve gone…”

“Yeah, even he knows not to interrupt them after three months…”

The conversation continues as the smell of ramen fills the kitchen. Midway during the meal, Jimin gets a call from Hoseok, claiming that he and Yoongi are drunk and need a ride back. Dilara volunteers immediately, only to get drowned out by all three scoffing before she can even get all the words out.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the middle of the night. It’s not safe for you to go by yourself,” says Taehyung calmly, leaning back in his chair.

“It’s literally ten o’clock,” she points out, ignoring the sudden whoosh in her stomach.

“Still late,” agrees Jungkook. “Just because you walked back this late on Saturday night doesn’t mean it’s always -”

“Wait - Saturday night?” Taehyung frowns. “When were you -”

“It’s not important,” she interrupts quickly, standing up and walking over to the bowl of keys on top of the fridge. It doesn’t seem important to tell him that the only way she could unwind from the whole Jaden incident was to go play FIFA with Charles and Lando at their hotel.

“I’m the only one out of us that hasn’t had anything to drink,” she reminds them. “And if it’s really bothering you that much, you can come with me, JK,” she offers, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him up.

“Good idea,” pipes Jimin from his seat, not even pretending to get up. “I think both Hobi hyung and Suga hyung will have forgotten their English when they’re this drunk anyway.”

“Cool. We’ll see you in a bit,” she tells them, meeting Taehyung’s smooth, cold stare before the door closes behind her.

It doesn’t take too long to find them once Jungkook puts them on speaker, despite the screaming and giggling instructions from Yoongi and Hoseok respectively in Korean, just as Jimin predicted. The entire trip takes about an hour; by the time they get back to the house, Namjoon and Seokjin are back as well, both looking tired after a night out.

Jimin takes charge of Hoseok, in hysterics the whole time, while Namjoon volunteers for Yoongi, rolling his eyes. Seokjin follows them, cackling with Jungkook who’s holding up a camera and filming them. To no surprise of hers, Taehyung hangs back, leaning against the kitchen island.

“Hoseok and Suga have been very nice to me,” she explains after a few seconds. “I figured I could give them a ride.”

“You snuck out on Saturday night?” he asks, but doesn’t sound annoyed, just mildly exasperated.

“I didn’t sneak out, I went out,” she corrects him. “And, yeah. I went to hang out with Lando and Charles for a bit. In case you don’t remember, it was a pretty stressful night.” She stops a couple of feet away from him.

“Still not safe,” he murmurs, and she notices his fingers twitch at his sides.

“No,” she agrees. “Why? Were you worried about me? As a friend?”

Taehyung laughs self-consciously and lowers his head before meeting her eyes. “Little more than a friend,” he repeats.

The unexpected emotion in his voice catches Dilara off guard. She suspects their kiss on Saturday started it all, but kissing him on the beach today might have opened the floodgates to the heaps of unresolved feelings between them - starting with the most primal ones.

There’s no point thinking about it now, though, especially not when the house is bustling with drunk, unpredictable people who, as she remembers from Monterey last year, seem to have a thing for calling out PDA. Right on cue, Namjoon and Jimin appear and the moment’s gone, and eventually she mutters a goodnight and heads back into her room to pack for her flight to Sochi tomorrow. It’s not the best way to leave, she reflects as she zips up her suitcase, wondering if she’ll have to resort to her fingers and vibrator for the rest of the week.

Sleep is harder to come by than expected, especially when her mind seems stuck on one Kim Taehyung in bed elsewhere in the house, possibly in nothing but pajama bottoms and messy hair, mindlessly scrolling through his phone with long fingers that are capable of so much more.

Dilara’s mind goes back to Saturday again, how they’d managed to sneak in a few moments of privacy because they’d bumped into each other in the middle of the night. It’s too much to hope for such a coincidence to occur again but given how sleep is evading her anyway, she climbs out of bed to at least take a sleeping pill, if nothing else.

She’s at the kitchen island, a half-full bottle of water in front of her, with no idea what the time is - she’s guessing late.

“Did you drink all that?”

“Jesus!” Dilara whispers loudly, clutching her chest as she spots a tall figure come up behind her. “What are you - waiting for me?” When all she hears is a quiet snicker, she huffs. “For fuck’s sake, Tae, stop doing that.”

She half-expects him to say doing what, but instead he’s silent for a moment. Then, she hears his voice right at her shoulder.

“Say that again.” Taehyung’s voice is soft, and Dilara shivers. Slowly, he places his hands on either side of her, his chest just brushing her back.

“Stop doing that?” she ventures, hearing her own breath hitch.

He shakes his head, his long hair grazing the side of her face. “No,” he says softly, lowering his head so she can feel his breath on her shoulder. “Say my name.”

Dilara closes her eyes, her hands curling into fists where they’re gripping the granite. The familiar scent of lotion and something that’s just so Taehyung is overwhelming to the point where her knees feel weak even with no physical contact, and she finds herself succumbing to her impulses, just like she had two years ago.

Cornered between him and the kitchen island, she leans back into his chest and feels him stiffen behind me. “Tae.” It comes out almost like a plea.

Taehyung lowers his head again onto her shoulder, his warm breath against the side of her neck. He softly presses his lips to her skin, in the hollow between her collarbone and her shoulder. He trails his kisses slowly upwards, warm and open-mouthed, until he reaches her earlobe. Grazing his teeth against the soft skin, he sighs.

“Your skin tastes like silk, you know,” he whispers, brushing her hair away, long fingers lingering on her shoulder. Dilara tilts her head to give him better access and he pulls at her earlobe with his teeth, making her gasp. “I’d almost forgotten…”

He tugs the collar of her thin t-shirt away slightly, kisses becoming more fervent now. It’s like he’s revelling in torturing her, taking his time and ignoring how she’s breathing slow and deep.

As he sucks a mark above her collarbone, his left hand moves from her shoulder down to her chest and he pauses before gently squeezing her breast. Dilara gasps at the sensation and without thinking about it, she moves her hand up to cover his, encouraging him to go on. He hardens behind her, his erection resting firm against the small of her back. His lips don’t leave her neck as he moves his hand down and up her t-shirt, cupping her bra-covered breast.

“You’ll tell me to stop?” Taehyung asks, lips against the shell of her ear. He sounds breathless, raw - like he’s just about holding himself back with all his restraint.

Dilara nods, sinking back further into him. “Please don’t stop, Tae,” she whispers faintly, and at the sound of his name, his mouth finally finds hers. She snakes her arm around his neck to hold him in place, kissing him back with everything she’s got, pressing her tongue to his, tasting him, addicted to his flavour. His hips buckle slightly and she’s pressed up against the kitchen island and he yanks the cup of her bra down with a hiss before his fingers find her hard, erect nipple.

She moans into his mouth as he pinches it between his fingers, twisting it until she pulls away from the kiss to catch her breath. Her head resting back against his shoulders, she can feel his lips trail down her jaw eagerly before he finally drops his other hand from the counter and places it on her hip, gripping it and holding her pelvis against his.

Dilara reaches behind her to palm the tent in his pajamas and he groans softly, his left hand now moving across her chest and pulling the other cup down, too, massaging her breast. His right hand snakes down her hips and directly to between her legs, palming her suddenly. She whimpers out loud and he immediately pinches her nipple in warning.

“Shh,” he murmurs, voice deep and tight and velvety all at once. “Someone might hear you. What if they come out to see what I’m doing to you?” The way his erection twitches against her back, she can tell the prospect turns him on just as much as it does her.

“What if they see your fingers inside me?” Dilara prompts softly, hoping he’ll take the hint. “Let them see… I don’t care.”

With a quiet growl against her neck, Taehyung squeezes her core again and this time she bites down on her lip to keep from moaning out loud. “I can feel you soaking through your shorts, love,” he murmurs, pushing two fingers against her clothed clit. “How wet have you been getting for me all night?”

“So fucking wet…” Dilara answers in defeat, wanting more than anything to feel him inside her. “You’ve got me so fucking wet, Tae… please don’t make me wait any longer, baby…”

“You’re going to kill me, Lara,” he groans, slipping his hand straight into her underwear and into her dripping cunt, two fingers entering her straight away. She gasps and moves to fall forward but he holds her against him, and she can feel him watching her, watching her face as she comes unravelled. His thumb moves up to find her clit, swollen and pulsing for his touch. It takes everything in her to not cry out loud as his fingers move faster, slipping a third finger inside of her and stretching me out.

“Tae, I’m so close,” she whispers, and he moves his other hand from under her shirt to wrap around her waist and hold her steady. “Oh, God, I’m so close… don’t stop…”

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Lara…” Taehyung murmurs against her temple, his fingers speeding up now. Her knees tremble as her orgasm washes over me, and his fingers slow down slightly to help her ride it out. She sinks back against him, her breath still coming out ragged as she vaguely registers how sub-standard her own fingers have been this whole time.

Taehyung’s lips brush against her cheek as he retrieves his hand and Dilara turns around on the spot, immediately capturing his lips in hers, kissing him like she hasn’t in ages. His arms are tight around her, holding her to him as they let their impulses take over.

She reaches for the waistband of his pajamas and tugs them down before getting down on her knees, ignoring the sudden chill of the tile floor on her bare knees. Pulling his pajamas and boxers down slightly, she helps him slip his erection out, the tip already glistening with precum, making her silently groan at the sight.

Grasping him firmly and stroking him once, Dilara bites her lips when his breath hitches and his hands snap forward to grasp the kitchen counter. She reaches out with her tongue first, taking just his tip in her mouth before pulling away and spreading the precum down his shaft to lubricate it. Taehyung lets out another guttural groan, looking unbelievably beautiful from where she’s looking up at him, his neck long with two veins popping as he struggles to stay quiet. She has to consciously look away and back down at him, stroking him once more before taking him in her mouth. She takes him in as much as she can, running her lips along his length slowly as she holds his thigh with her other hand for support.

One of his hands reaches for her head and he buries his fingers in her hair, groaning softly when she moans around him. Mouth still on him, Dilara trains her eyes up to look at him and immediately freezes, an image tugging at her mind that makes her stomach drop. No. No. No, not now, please. But it’s too late; the image is there and she knows she only has seconds before her mind takes over and the moment is ruined. She pulls away and drops his cock from her hand, registering vaguely how he looks down at her.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse, but the concern sounds genuine.

Dilara stands up and meets his eyes for a moment, and she thinks he can tell what’s on her mind because the passion in his expression starts to fade. Without thinking about it, she reaches up and kisses him, opening her mouth and pressing her body against his, silently begging him to make her forget. Taehyung takes a moment to catch on before he pulls her to him, brushing her hair back and devouring her, letting his hands run down her side and to her arse, squeezing it and pressing her pelvis to his as thunder roars outside.

Her core is starting to throb again; clutching his shirt and pulling him even closer, she nips at his bottom lip before she turns them around and starts walking backwards. Her back touches the door and he pushes it open, not breaking contact with each other for even a moment. Taking off her own t-shirt, she ignores his quiet groan and tugs on the bottom of his to make him take it off, before pushing him back down on the bed just as the rain starts pouring.

“Oof,” he groans softly, but makes no move to get up. “Where are you going?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbows; with his tousled blond hair, bare torso and visible erection in his boxers, he looks like the ultimate wet dream.

Dilara strides over to her suitcase anyway, unzipping it to retrieve her toiletry kit perched on top, rummaging to find what she was looking for. Making her way back to Taehyung, she wordlessly tosses the condom packet on the bed before climbing on top of him.

She scrapes her fingernails down his torso, hearing him hiss and feeling his hand squeeze her arse. Rolling her hips forward, the friction of his bulge against her core is almost too much to bear, but she forces herself to rally. She moves down from his lips briefly down to his jaw, to his collarbones and the middle of his chest before shuffling lower and tugging his pajamas and boxers down his legs and tossing them on the floor.

“Lara, you don’t have to -” Taehyung’s voice is hoarse, a tight combination of desire and apprehension, but he’s cut off when she grasps him again and his words are replaced by a groan. His eyes find hers just before they flutter shut, and she can tell he knows that this is bigger than him, bigger than his preference for dominance; this is a challenge she cannot back down from.

This time when Dilara takes him in her mouth, she doesn’t hold back. She’s wet and sloppy, her tongue swirling around his head and touching the tip to the back of her throat. She knows it’s how he likes it and his raspy moans are enough to assure her that she hasn’t forgotten. It’s something else to see Taehyung in the throes of passion; he’s beautiful in the most ethereal way possible and Dilara is determined not to let a pathetic memory that isn’t even hers deprive her of it, because if there’s one thing she isn’t wired to do, it’s lose.

“Fuck, I’m -”

Taehyung’s fingers tangle around her hair and he clutches at it. His hips buckle at the last moment and he spills into her mouth with a drawn out groan, and just the sound of it makes her stomach flip. Dilara swallows and releases him, leaving him semi-erect and straddling him again to see him breathlessly opening his eyes to look up at her.

It’s almost as though he’s seeing someone else… or someone after a long time. She lowers her head to kiss him and he responds at once, running his hands up her sides and down her hips and thighs, grabbing at the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. She breaks away momentarily to sit up halfway and unhook her bra, barely tossing it aside before he rises to kiss her with a low growl. He slips one hand under the fabric of her shorts and squeezes her arse before spanking it.

Dilara gasps into his mouth and the next thing she knows, Taehyung’s flipped them over again just like he had at the beach a million years ago. In the momentary brightness from a crack of lightning, she sees his eyes dark and full of lust, his expression almost feral. The heat between her legs becomes unbearable as she pictures the things he’s about to do, as he cups the side of her face and tilts it up so he can suck a harsh mark right above her collarbone. She can’t help but moan out loud, especially when she feels his naked chest against hers and her soaked core against his pelvic bone.

Mouth still at her neck, Taehyung brings one hand to her breast, massaging it and running his fingers over the hardened peak of her nipple. She bites down on her lip to keep from being too loud but it’s so hard when he’s teasing her like this; without thinking, she brings her own hand up to do what he won’t when he grabs it reflexively and pins it to the pillow next to her head.

Taking care to meet her gaze, he moves his lips down her neck and chest, agonizingly slow before he finally reaches her nipple. He brushes his tongue over it and lets his teeth graze it until she squirms and blurts out, whimpering, “God, please, Tae!”

Dilara feels him groan against her skin. “I love hearing you beg,” he mutters, before finally taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. Her back arches and she moans again, louder when his other hand squeezes her hip. He eventually lets it go, kissing every inch of her sternum with wet, open-mouthed kisses until he reaches the waistband of her shorts. Straightening up, he pulls them down along with her underwear in one swift movement, exposing her to the cool night and making her shiver in anticipation.

Taehyung groans as he lowers himself to come between her legs, holding her thighs apart as he views her dripping pussy for the first time in nearly a year. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, a note of victory in his voice. He presses a kiss to her left knee before trailing his lips up her inner thigh, sucking small marks into the skin and taking his own sweet time until he finally, finally reaches her core. She knows what’s coming; how he’s going to drag this out until she’s a writhing, screaming mess, begging for him to make her cum.

“So eager,” he observes, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from her arousal. Dilara can feel his breath on her and her toes curl on the bed, her hands clutch at the sheets. Taehyung kisses her outer lips and she whimpers again, but he barely seems to hear her. “God, I’ve missed how you taste,” he murmurs wistfully before running his tongue up her slit. She moans and drops her head back on her pillow as he, now unleashed, continues his assault on her pussy.

Taehyung’s down there for what feels like forever, alternating between her clit and her core, using his lips, his tongue and his fingers to take her all the way to the edge before just bringing her back. “Tae, I wanna cum,” she cries eventually, pulling at his blond hair between her legs and running her foot down his bare back. “Fuck, Tae, you feel so good, I wanna cum, baby, please…”

Coming up slightly to suck on her clit again while one of his hands pumps two fingers in and out of her, Taehyung hums into her, and she hopes it’s a sign of agreement. The heat is bordering on painful now but she’s finally nearing her high and it’s so close - and then it washes over her and she shudders in an earth-shattering orgasm. He patiently lets her ride it out, slowing his lips but not detaching completely, helping her along until she’s in danger of being overstimulated.

“Tae…”

She says his name and he crawls up, mouth and chin slick with her juices. Taehyung kisses her, his naked body completely covering hers as the rain continues to pour outside. Their hands are everywhere and Dilara can feel his erection come back, stiff against her hip.

She knows Taehyung can go on for hours if he wants, changing positions, alternating between being on top and the bottom, going from gentle to ravaging depending on the mood. Dilara doesn’t know how long ago he fingered her in the kitchen - it feels like a lifetime away. Here, alone with him in the most raw, primal form as her hands shamelessly roam all over his torso, nails digging into his back as he sucks another mark above her breast, she’s lost all sense of time and space.

“Where’s the condom?” he whispers, lips right under her ear, voice so deep and calm that at first she isn’t even sure what he’s said. “Lara,” he says, slightly louder this time, nipping at her earlobe to get her attention. “Where’s the condom, jagiya?”

“It’s, um -” Dilara can’t form the words, so she reaches out with her right hand and pats the bed, hoping to feel the cold, metallic packet.

“Got it.” Taehyung’s body disappears from on top of her and she opens her eyes to see him sit up with the blue packet in his hand. He rips it open and massages his length once before slipping on the condom. Dilara doesn’t know how much more her body can handle but she knows she wants this, so bad.

“God, I can’t get enough of you, Lara,” he half-whines, bending to kiss her again as one hand snakes down her front between her legs to cup her. Her swollen clit brushes against his palm and she moans into his mouth, pulling away to catch her breath.

“I - I need -” But Dilara can’t find the words, even less so when Taehyung bites his lip above her, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and absolute, unbridled desire. He bends to kiss her passionately before gripping her hip and flipping her over.

Taehyung stifles a low groan before pressing a kiss to her arse cheek, kneading the flesh before spanking it again. The suddenness of it makes her gasp and she clenches her walls just as he dips a finger into her folds.

Dilara muffles her groan into the pillow but Taehyung does no such thing, muttering "Fuck" as he moves his fingers up to her clit, already sore. His other hand runs up her body soothingly, coming under her to gently cup her breast and massage it until she’s soaking again.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

She whimpers at Taehyung's classic question during sex, his power play, his insurance and her consent. He whispers it into her ear, lips brushing the silver ring piercing her helix and his chest pressed against her back, both damp and sweaty by now.

"I want you to fuck me, Tae," she murmurs, partly out of breath, knowing how much he'll love hearing that. "Please, please fuck me, baby…"

Taehyung’s fingers disappear abruptly and she whines into the pillow. A moment later she feels another hard spank on her arse cheek before he gently strokes the stinging area, groaning softly. Dilara pictures him stroking himself before she feels him grab her hips with both hands and raise it an inch off the bed.

“Spread your legs,” he commands softly, and the low, deep voice makes her shiver. She obeys and opens wider as far as her legs will allow her to, just before he slams into her. This time, she can’t bother stifling the sound of her moan and it doesn’t even seem as though Taehyung cares; his low, throaty grunts only get her wetter as he pounds into her and she props herself up on her forearms, vaguely aware of how her long hair is tangled down her shoulders and over her face.

“You’re so - God, you’re so… so fucking tight,” he murmurs, squeezing her arse as his rhythm increases. Taehyung’s big, probably the biggest she’s been with and even though she’s never expressly told him that, she’s sure he’s aware for every single time they’ve ever fucked since Japan, he finds a way to remind her. She whimpers as he stretches out her walls almost painfully, her arms giving out eventually so her front falls against the pillow.

Dilara feels him pull out and she wants to protest but she doesn’t think she can ever speak again. She feels his warm hand stroke her arm before he turns her around onto her back. Bending down to press a sweet kiss to her lips, Taehyung brushes her sweaty bangs off her forehead. “Sure you can keep going?” he asks quietly, his other hand resting on her hip.

Dilara can’t imagine saying no. Pulling him down to kiss him again, she nods frantically. “Yeah,” she whispers, catching her breath, “yeah, I want…”

Taehyung’s beautiful mouth curves into a smile and morphs into an expression of ecstasy as he sinks into her again. They groan together as he bottoms out, his balls brushing against her skin as he goes deep into her. She wraps her legs around his waist as he rolls his hips into hers, and she knows she’s close; she has about a minute, tops, before she comes undone once again tonight.

“Harder, Tae…” Dilara gasps as he complies immediately, fucking her with all his strength. Her walls clench automatically and he groans loudly.

“Fuck, Lara, you’re gonna make me come so hard, baby…”

Her back arches and her sounds grow louder. She clutches at his shoulders, sinking her nails into the lean muscle. “Don’t stop, Tae, don’t stop…”

“You’re doing so well, Lara…” Taehyung’s grunts are louder now, mixing with her whimpers. “Fuck, Lara, I want to… fuck, I love you, I love you so much -” He lifts her right leg up and pushes her thigh into her chest, hitting her g-spot so sweetly that she knows she only has seconds. He goes faster now, apparently unaware of what he’s doing, what he’s saying…

“Tae, I’m -” Dilara’s words are cut off by an explosion again and she shudders, feeling every last speck of energy leave her. This orgasm lasts a bit longer; Taehyung slows down slightly and presses an open-mouthed kiss to her exposed neck. Dilara falls back against the covers, thoroughly exhausted and when she nudges his hip with her foot, he takes it as permission to resume.

“Lara, I’m close,” he mutters, thrusting into her once again before rapidly speeding up. He lifts his torso up to give himself more support and continues before finally groaning deep inside her. A couple more thrusts later, he drops his head onto her shoulder, turning slowly to kiss the side of her neck.

Taehyung’s weight feels so familiar, so comforting, so protective. Dilara brings her hand to the back of his head, exhaling silently at his low hum of contentment. He looks up then, face inches above hers. It’s overwhelming, this feeling. It’s just them; there’s absolutely nobody else in this moment, in this private, intimate moment.

Dilara’s mind is still hazy and all she can focus on is Taehyung, his gaze, his large, soft eyes. She moves her hand slightly to finger the long, blond locks at the base of his neck, thick and damp, just as he lowers his head to kiss her once more.

It’s a short yet passionate kiss and when they pull apart, he rests his forehead against hers for a moment. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, almost shyly, as he lifts his head up.

Dilara nods, a little self-conscious with the way he’s looking at her. “Um, I need to…” She glances in the direction she’s talking about and her heart flutters at the hint of a smile playing on his lips. Taehyung nods and pulls out of her slowly before rolling off onto his side. She clambers off the bed awkwardly, trying not to wince when she brings her legs together.

Noticing the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, she decides against it, at the last moment opting to take the rumpled sheet off the bed and wrap it around her as she heads to the bathroom. She turns around to look at him before shutting the door to see him sitting up against the headboard, completely naked, watching her leave. When he notices her turn, he tilts his head back and smirks, making her stomach flip.

During her routine post-sex bathroom break, Dilara can’t help but finally acknowledge how much pain she’s in already - and how sore she’s sure to be tomorrow. Dully, she counts the number of hours she has left before she needs to get into the car again. It’s the wee hours of Wednesday by now, surely; that gives her a little over forty-eight hours to recover - which doesn’t seem impossible. When she stands up and faces the mirror, her silhouette is enough to tell her that her hair is tangled and messy beyond repair which means she has no recourse but to wash and condition it before the shoot tomorrow.

Sighing, Dilara picks up the sheet and loosely wraps it around herself before opening the door to see Taehyung sitting on the edge of the bed, just his pajamas on, elbow resting on his thigh as he scrolls though his phone. When he hears her, he looks up and a shy smile spreads across his face as he stands up to walk over to her. The rain has stopped and the sky has lightened marginally; it must be nearly dawn, she realises.

“Are you okay?” he asks, stopping a decent couple of feet away from her. Despite the intense, long-lasting sex, the thought of his honey-coloured torso within arm’s reach does things to her. She forces herself to look up at his face, and her heart stutters. She remembers then that he’s asked her something.

“What? Oh, uh, yeah.” Dilara shrugs awkwardly. “It’s just… you know. It’s been a while.” She bites her lip, trying to suppress a small smile. “You haven’t changed. Still got the stamina of an athlete.”

Taehyung grins. “Thanks. You haven’t changed either. Flexible as always,” he adds, winking when she rolls her eyes. He looks incredible; in the faint light from the window, his face is illuminated in a silvery blue glow. Draped in nothing but a sheet she’s clutching to her chest, she suddenly feels very small in front of him.

“Is your hand okay?”

He glances at the back of his right hand, his knuckles still an angry red. “A lot better. I tried to use this one as less as possible.”

“You messed up my hair,” she chides softly, nudging his shoulder.

Taehyung shrugs, reaching up to smooth her hair. “You still look beautiful. And it didn’t seem like you were complaining,” he adds after a moment, smirking slightly. “Or is that what all the noise was?”

“Shut up,” she mutters, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Shit, I’m sure everyone heard us,” she groans, falling against the doorframe before straightening up.

“Maybe,” he says, sounding rather indifferent. He takes a small step closer. “I don’t really care.”

Dilara says nothing to that, knowing he’s just being honest. There are some things that would embarrass most people, but Taehyung genuinely does not care about them. Being loud during sex is one. She wonders if confessions during sex is another. His gaze is too intense, too adoring for her to believe he said it in the heat of the moment. He meant it, she’s sure, and while there’s a part of her that’s ecstatic, there’s also the part that’s more wary than ever, for she isn’t sure she can give him what he wants this time.

He’s close enough now that the kiss is no surprise. It’s soft and gentle - the complete opposite of what just transpired on the bed. He raises one hand to lightly rest on the side of her face, but otherwise they stay where they are. His lips mould so perfectly with hers; there’s none of that hesitance that was present the night she kissed him in Portugal. It’s comfortable and familiar, to the point where she can’t fathom how she went so long without it, and worse, how she can continue without it.

They break apart mutually. Taehyung drops his hand and swallows. “Do you want me to stay?” he asks hesitantly.

Dilara can tell now that this has been on his mind since the moment they were done. Evidently he wasn’t able to decide if she’d want him to stay or leave and he presumably didn’t want to pressure her either way, which was why he got half-dressed. She also appreciates that he asked her if she wants him to stay and not if she wants him to leave, knowing it’s harder to answer the latter than the former.

She bites her lip, continuing to meet his gaze. “I’m not ready,” she admits finally.

Taehyung nods, looking as though he’d expected this. He brushes her cheekbone with his injured knuckle before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She tries not to lean into it too much and resists the urge to turn her head and kiss him back. “I’ll see you in the morning, Lara,” he murmurs, stepping back. “Sleep well.”

Dilara nods as he steps further back and slips on his t-shirt before ruffling his hair. Giving her a small, reassuring smile, Taehyung exits her room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

—

Dilara limps into the kitchen the next morning, hoping to be completely invisible. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone, fortunately sidling in in the middle of a joke being told in Korean. Jimin, who's the one doing the narrating, seamlessly greets her mid-sentence before delving back into his story. She isn’t even sure who else is in the room; it's only some of them… but Taehyung is definitely one of them.

She bustles around as quietly as she can, procuring milk and cereal. When she turns around to retrieve a bowl, she sees Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung in the room, all laughing at whatever story Jimin is relaying. She hears her name then and it takes her a second to realise Jungkook is speaking to her because he automatically starts off in Korean.

"Huh?"

"Sorry - are you okay?" Jungkook frowns, looking concerned.

Dilara smooths down her hair as a reflex. "Yeah… why wouldn't I be?"

"You're limping," he points out innocently and she instantly wants to die. "Did you hurt yourself?"

Dilara almost chokes. "No, it's just… uh, period cramps," she lies, knowing that it's a topic uncomfortable enough that Jungkook won't probe.

Predictably, Jungkook goes red. "Oh, you can - I mean, I have -" He stutters, looking around at his older members desperately. "... Ibuprofen," he mutters eventually.

"Thanks, Jungkook." She hopes the topic dies there but unfortunately, she catches Hoseok frowning as well. "What?"

"It looks like an injury," he states, tilting his head. "You were opening up your hips just now," he says and she realises in horror that he's right. "Did you go to the gym yesterday?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. It's possible I could've… yeah, maybe." Dilara deliberately doesn't look in Taehyung’s direction, mostly because she’s quite sure what he looks like. Pride and concern would be the top expressions, mixed with just a bit of wariness at the questioning.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows in an expression that indicates he believes her, but it’s taking him a hell of an effort to do so. Her eyes finally go to Taehyung, who’s sitting cross legged on the floor, fiddling with what looks like one of Jungkook’s action figures. His mouth twitches for a moment before it goes blank.

“Namjoon hyung,” he calls, interrupting Hoseok who was surely about to ask another question. “What time do we have to be at the location?”

“A couple of hours, actually. Jimin and Jungkook - you two need to go live before that,” he reminds them. This is followed by Jimin whining in Korean and additional chatter, successfully taking the attention away from Dilara as she’s left alone to finish her breakfast. Namjoon must have told them all to get ready, for they mill around the kitchen and eventually start trudging inside one by one.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Dilara washes her bowl and spoon when Taehyung joins her. “I can do that,” he says softly, holding up a dry cloth and taking the bowl from her. She lets him, watching as he dries it and stacks it inside the cabinet.

“Thanks.”

He gives her a small smile that holds far more than it should. She’s reminded of his inadvertent confession last night, how he’d said it loud and clear, and averts her gaze.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, lightly touching the small of her back. It sounds different from the way Jungkook asked her.

Dilara nods. “It’s not too bad. I’ll be fine,” she adds. “Are you okay?” she asks after a moment, part playfully.

“Me? I’ll be fine,” he says seriously. He touches a wavy strand of hair that’s fallen out of her makeshift bun. “Do you need to wash your hair?”

“Wash, detangle, brush,” she informs him, giving him a look. “It’s going to be a pain.”

“Mhm. Does that mean you regret it?” he asks, his voice a bit smaller. “Last night?”

Anyone with half a brain cell could tell he isn’t asking about her hair. Dilara considers it, images of last night flashing through her mind. Every touch had been electric and their spark had gone nowhere. Despite everything, he elicited feelings of pleasure and ecstasy like no one else ever could, and still made her feel like she was the only person in the world after it.

“No,” she admits, a bit hesitant. “I don’t.” A moment passes where she doesn’t look at him. “What about you? Do you regret it?”

Taehyung exhales softly. “A little bit.”

Dilara’s heart drops. Swallowing, she looks up at him, wondering why, after everything, he would… He returns her gaze with the same smooth, impassive expression. It takes her another moment of observing his face before her own relaxes, and she smacks his shoulder with the back of her hand.

Taehyung winces and grabs his arm, laughing as she walks away in a huff. “What? You know my answer,” he calls after her, still chuckling when she doesn’t respond. “I’ll see you at the shoot?”

“Shut up, Kim,” comes her voice from inside, just before she shuts her bedroom door behind her.

The shoot is located close to the house; yet, they still only make it in the nick of time. Dilara, who had been requested to travel separately so as to not attract attention by arriving with BTS, is already at the location, getting a coffee with Max.

“Someone looks happier,” comments Max, gesturing towards the group as they trundle in.

Dilara follows his gaze, predictably landing straight on Taehyung, looking unreadable as ever, with half his face hidden behind gigantic sunglasses. “Does he look happier?” she asks, frowning.

“Well, he looks less depressed than he has since September.”

It’s true; she watches as he saunters in, hands in his pockets, and surveying the location coolly. Then he takes off his sunglasses and squints slightly before looking right at Dilara, and his face breaks into a smile. Dilara averts her gaze immediately, suppressing a smile of her own, and ends up facing Max.

“Ah,” he says deliberately after a moment. “I see.”

“Don’t,” she warns him.

“We’ve really come a long way from the fashion show, huh.”

“Max.”

“No more of that responsibility to get you nice and drunk so you can forget,” he remembers fondly.

“Shut up.”

“Not when you have all the privacy to rekindle that Suzuka romance - not to mention do whatever you -”

“Max Emilian Verstappen!” Dilara exclaims, loud enough that a few people turn to look at her while Max guffaws into his coffee cup. “Are you done?” she hisses. “This is a work setting. There are professionals here - can we save the teasing for the long-ass flight to Sochi?”

Max waits patiently for her to finish. “You have a hickey the size of a rock on your neck.” With that, he waves to her and walks away.

Predictably, Dilara’s first stop from there is hair and make-up, determined to have the incriminating mark covered up before anyone else sees it, especially one of the guys. She doesn’t believe Taehyung would tell them about last night - bragging has never been his style - but with the embarrassing questioning this morning and the hickey? It would be obvious as hell and Dilara doesn’t think she can take Jimin’s reaction to it today.

Thankfully, there’s no one in there. She snags a bottle of concealer and does a rather shoddy job of covering up the hickey, but she doesn’t care. It’s better than the looks the make-up artists are sure to give each other and she’s just thankful that none of the other hickeys on her body are in visible places.

Fortunately, no one else spots the hickey. The shoot commences, everyone in AlphaTauri sporting gear and posing around cars and bikes and other equipment. Dilara is so relieved at the normalcy that even being the only person in a sports bra in the chilly weather, while the others pose in jackets and t-shirts, can’t dampen her mood.

By the end of it, an old familiar feeling starts creeping back, a disappointment she later identifies as not wanting to leave. BTS aren’t flying to Russia with her and Max and while that had seemed like the highlight of the calendar back in August, it feels like the dark spot in the improving relationship between her and Taehyung.

He feels it, too, she knows. He approaches her when she’s at the food cart, longingly looking at the tray of doughnuts and resisting the urge to scarf one down.

“They won’t kill you,” comes Taehyung’s voice, and he stops next to her. “The blueberry one is the best.”

Dilara raises an eyebrow. “You’ve had it?”

“Oh, no,” he says, shaking his head. “It looks like it would be the best. Besides, you like blueberry, no?”

“Yeah, but…” She sighs. “It’s way too much sugar. Is there such a thing as a sugar-free doughnut?”

“Yes, it’s called sadness.”

Dilara laughs, biting her lip and looking up at him. Fuck, he looks incredible. “Split one?”

Taehyung frowns, considering it, before looking out at where the stylists are. “As long as they don’t rat me out.”

“To who? Your staff?”

“No, Namjoon hyung.”

She stifles another laugh, her gaze going straight to where Namjoon is sitting on the grass with Jungkook and - to her mild surprise - Max.

“So? You want to split it? We’ll have to be smart about it, though.”

Dilara looks back up at him, contemplating. His eyes twinkle, and she fights a smile. Reaching over, she grabs the doughnut and breaks it into rough halves while Taehyung grabs a couple of napkins. Like school kids sharing a secret, they turn their backs on the shoot and, silently acquiescing, they start walking away.

Start, being the operative word. Before they’ve taken maybe five steps, two stylists come bounding up to them. “Oh, Tae, they need you for another shot,” says the one with the blue tips in her hair. Before Dilara can register the Tae, her eyes drop to his hands and her eyes widen. “You said you couldn’t eat sugar!” she exclaims, lunging for it as Tae moves it out of her reach, grinning.

“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Dilara interrupts. She ignores Taehyung’s frown as the girl looks at her, as though she’s just noticed he’s not alone.

“Oh, it’s Rhiannon. Like the song?” she prompts.

“Yeah, I know Fleetwood Mac. Listen, Rhiannon, do you mind -”

“Oh, look, they’re calling you again,” she says loudly, turning back to Taehyung and pointing over his shoulder to the photographer.

“I’ll take that.” Seokjin’s hand appears out of nowhere and grabs Taehyung’s doughnut, making him groan, but the director calls out his name this time so he has no choice but to leave. As Seokjin swallows the doughnut whole before sauntering away, Dilara feels a pit of rage in her stomach.

“Are you going to eat that?”

She jumps, turning around to see Min Yoongi behind her, looking irritatingly knowing. “Where did you come from?” she demands, clutching at her chest. “Oh, you brought Jimin, too,” she notes, as the younger member comes into view, grinning, in her opinion, for no reason at all.

Suddenly conscious of how annoyed she must be looking, Dilara makes an excuse and hurries away, taking care to stay away from all members for the rest of the shoot. It’s just as well, she thinks, for she doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea - least of all, herself.

It’s the reason she goes back to her changing room alone at the end of the shoot, considering simply texting Taehyung goodbye. A verbal goodbye could be too much and would very much be in the wrong idea category, not to mention would haunt her for the rest of the weekend, a time when her focus should be nothing but the race. Her suitcases are already in the car, as is Max, who’s begun texting her to hurry up.

Dilara is packing up her bag when a sound, once again, almost makes her jump. When she spots the speaker in the corner of the trailer, she relaxes, guessing it must just be one of the microphones causing a disturbance.

“... really good shots,” comes a male voice, crackling through the speaker. “Campaign’s going to look epic.”

“Great for your resume,” replies another, a girl this time. “Although it’s greatest for whoever shot this guy,” she adds.

Someone else whistles and there’s some snickering. “That would be me,” says a second guy. “He’s fantastic - it’s the least direction I’ve ever had to give talent. He’s a dream to work with.”

“Who are we talking about?” This voice is familiar. Rhiannon. Like the song?

“The dude in the red jacket.”

Dilara pauses, for there was only one dreamy dude in the red jacket - and she’d spent the night with him. It’s clear that one of the microphones has been accidentally left switched on and if she can hear everything in her trailer, the group can definitely hear it in their much larger trailer. She pauses to listen, already amused as she pictures Taehyung’s bashful smile as the others tease him.

“Oh, yeah. I checked out his Instagram,” says Rhiannon. “Some really aesthetic shit. Whoever’s taking pictures of him has the easiest job in the world.��

“Hey!”

“No, I’m just saying. He looks unreal. Whether it’s his girlfriend or whoever - she kind of hit a jackpot. Wait, Jack - what are you doing?”

“Checking out who this lucky person might be,” answers Jack, presumably. “There’s no way someone who looks like that is single.”

Something creeps through Dilara’s stomach, a feeling of foreboding. This isn’t going the way it’s supposed to.

“Knew it. Jennie Kim. Dating BTS V,” says Jack after a moment.

“Rumoured to be dating him,” pipes up someone else. “And the article is six months old.”

“So? Seems pretty plausible to me. I mean… look at her.” Jack exhales. “She looks like a natural. Damn, do you know who’s representing her?”

“Wait - Jennie Kim,” says one of the girls. “Says here she’s - oh, man, I knew I’d seen her somewhere. She’s brand ambassador for Chanel.”

There’s some noise as everyone presumably looks at a picture. The self-preserving part of Dilara tells her to leave, now, but her feet stay rooted to the ground.

“Makes sense,” confirms Rhiannon. “Jesus Christ, they’d make some gorgeous babies.”

“Jumping the gun a bit?” The first guy says. “It’s a rumour from a million years ago. Personally, I think he has a thing for Komyshan?”

“Dilara Komyshan? From today? Really?”

“Yeah, he kept looking over at her. Why? What’s wrong with her?”

“Dilara’s hot,” says the second girl. “She drives cars, dude.”

“Nothing is wrong with her!” Rhiannon exclaims. “She’s my favourite driver. I’ve been rooting for her all season - I screamed all over Twitter on Sunday when she won in Portugal. She’s just…”

There’s a snicker. “This should be good.”

“She’s more… real. Natural.” Rhiannon audibly hesitates. “And he’s…”

There’s a few seconds when no one can come up with an unoffensive word, while everyone including Dilara knows exactly what Rhiannon means.

“K-pop,” finishes Jack, sounding somewhat apologetic. “They’re kind of a different league,” he adds.

“A Jennie Kim kind of league. Do you know if your friend - what’s his face -” Someone clicks their fingers. “Damien. Do you know if he’s still on contract with Chanel?”

“Doubt it. That was a year ago. I can still check, though…”

Dilara can’t hear anything else. There’s a roaring in her ears and her chest feels as though it’s about to constrict, cutting off all air supply. It’s too much, too many words, too many truthful, honest words that have lived in her mind for the better part of a year… words that haven’t ceased to be true, no matter how desperate she’s been to repress them.

Her eyes land on the speaker again and she knows she has to leave immediately because if she can hear everything in her trailer… Taehyung can definitely hear everything in his much larger trailer.

The car is just outside the gate. Dilara hurries as fast as her feet will take her, her chest painfully heavy with humiliation and shame. Last night had felt like stepping back into a time machine to a less complicated time; there was doubt and hesitation, but the passion made up for it. Now, it fills her with disgust, the memory of it, how openly and fervently she’d given herself to him, how after everything, she’d still let herself be that vulnerable before him.

Dilara is surprised to hear herself sniffle but less so when she hears footsteps behind her. She doesn’t bother turning around; it doesn’t matter who it is, even if it is Taehyung, even if he is coming back to explain himself once again, like every other -

“Lara -”

“Don’t touch me,” she snaps, yanking her hand out of his. Her anger wavers for a moment when she sees his face change, first from apology to confusion, and then to shock. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting her to react this way. “Just - just leave me alone,” she says tightly. She turns to leave, not trusting herself to speak any longer.

“Lara, no.” Taehyung stops her, shuffling to stand in front of her. Over his shoulder, she spots the car that’s supposed to take her to the airport. “No, no , no…” He searches her face frantically, the fear spreading across his beautiful features.

Dilara says nothing. It’s too much, everything she’s heard, everything she's starting to remember. Max’s words come back: We’ve come a long way from the fashion show. The fashion show, where she’d thrown up in the bathroom at the sight of him, cried tears of frustration to Max and done everything in her power to avoid Taehyung.

“Lara, please. You - you can’t listen to them. You can’t possibly believe what they’re saying -“

“Oh, my God,” she whispers, dropping her head in her hands. “Oh, God, what have I done?” She takes a shaky step back, her stomach churning painfully. “We had sex - oh, my God!”

“Baby, listen to me -“

“Do not call me that,” she interrupts him. “Why should I listen to you? Huh? So you can fucking charm your way into my life again?” she demands, pushing him back. “You just - you just look pretty and say the right things and I just… forget everything you did?” Because that’s exactly what I did.

“No! God, Lara - they’re strangers!” Taehyung exclaims desperately. “They have no idea what they’re talking about! They don’t know us! Come on, please - please don’t let them ruin everything. Please.”

“They didn’t ruin everything,” she snarls, turning to walk past him when he stops her again.

“I love you,” he blurts, and Dilara freezes. “I - I love you, Lara. I do, so much,” he repeats, his voice trembling. It’s not an accident this time. “We’ve made it so far, baby,” he says urgently, pulling her closer by the arms. “Please don’t do this.”

Dilara swallows, her heart hurting. Taehyung looks… he looks anguished. Somewhere, she knows how he feels, the thought of every single shaky piece they’ve built up crashing down around them again. A part of her wants to agree with him, just to have those moments back; the laughing and the flirting and the feel of his naked body against hers.

But she can’t. It would be tainted, and she would spend every minute second-guessing herself, reliving those awful weeks she’d spent comparing herself to another woman, imagining all the things she’d probably done wrong to deserve this. She meets his gaze again, wishing she could go back to this morning again.

“Lara?”

He loves her. That much she believes. But it’s nowhere near enough right now.

Dilara sniffs and pulls out of his grip, gentler this time. “I - I need to go to Russia. My flight is in a couple of hours.”

“What about -“

“I don’t know. I have no idea, Taehyung,” she says quietly. “I think…” Dilara sighs as she realises it’s finally the time to do what she’s been considering for a while now. “I need space. We need space.”

Taehyung swallows. “Just space?” he asks, and even through the hurt, she can hear the skepticism in his tone.

“Yeah, I - I can’t be around you. For a while,” she adds when his face drops. “You know I’ll see you in Tuscany anyway,” she says in a low voice.

He nods silently, biting his lip.

Dilara exhales shakily and hitches her bag higher on her shoulder. “It’s just too hard, Tae. This… this might be a good thing,” she says, taking a step backwards.

Taehyung looks at the ground, seeming resigned. “Fly safe,” he says hoarsely.

She nods and starts to turn away, when he speaks again.

“Can I -” He sniffs, still looking beautiful in his sadness. He’s a dream. “Can I call you?”

Dilara wishes he wasn’t making her say this. Stay strong, Komyshan.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

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