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huboi · 6 months

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᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢

CHAPTER 3 : LITTLE HELPER

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╰┈➤ summary; sukuna has work to do in short notice, and so you come along to help look after his 10 year old son yuji, where you and the little boy will have the adventure of a lifetime

╰┈➤ includes; dad! sukuna, toddler! yuji, gn! reader, mentions of future dates between you and sukuna, plenty of cute moments with yuji, somewhat clueless reader

╰┈➤ a/n; I’m so sorry this has taken forever to make this, I’ve been stuck in a writers’ block and been struggling with mental health issues. I can promise you guys that I will continue this series but it may take some time between chapters! tysm for being so patient with me!

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“HUH?” SUKUNA DEADPANNED, acting as if you just grew two heads then and there. “what do ya’ mean you’d like to go on a date? haven’t we already had a couple?” sukuna grunted out, arms crossing against his beefy chest.

you simply shrugged in response “those weren’t dates silly, we were just hanging out,” you explained, petting yuji on his little head whilst he stood beside you, causing him to let out a cute, heartwarming giggle at the display of affection from his second favourite person.

sukuna simply huffed out a frustrated sigh, before walking to his room to change into something for work. “what is it you do for work anyway?”

“I’m a professional boxer, it pays well” he yelled back, whilst changing his shirt, you became flushed at the thought of sukuna in the boxing ring, shirtless, shorts hugging his nice thick-

“and his usual bedtime is 8:30, you got all that?” sukuna queried. ‘oh shit, I was too busy in horny land that I didn’t catch any of what he told me!’ you internally screamed to yourself, hoping that sukuna didn’t say much whilst you were daydreaming about his juicy, phat ass-

and he was out the house

you felt a little tap from the pink haired boy, who was giving you puppy dog eyes. you braced yourself for what he was gonna ask for, convincing yourself you won’t fall for his cheap tricks-

and here you were, back from the shop, a bag full of sweets and sugary shit

yuji eagerly opened up the bag, before spilling all the bags across the living room floor in front of the den you guys made from pillows and blankets

“your dad’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this…” you murmured to the chubby faced boy, before squishing his cheeks like a granny would with her grandchildren.

“don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t find out” yuji comforted, before opening a pack of sweets and stuffing a handful into his mouth

“hey! don’t choke now, eat one at a time little man” you chided, teasingly glaring at him as he simply cheekily grinned in response.

“you really are your dads’ son,” you muttered under your breath. you could easily picture yuji as an adult, simply sukuna but more cheerful and less…. intimidating, also minus the tattoos

“so, what movie you wanna watch?” you asked, sitting down on the make-shift den and grabbing the remote from the living room table. yuji placed his finger on his chin, scrunching his whole face in concentration

took him a good couple of minutes before he squealed out “kung fu panda!” whilst wiggling around in excitement at the idea of watching his favourite film for the nth time

by the time sukuna came back, yuji was fast asleep in the makeshift den, a puddle of drool evident on the pillow his head was on

“glad the brat is fast asleep. he didn’t give you any trouble now did he? if so I will-“ sukuna started, only to be interrupted by you interrupting with “no, no! he was perfect, we pretty much watched movies the whole time, he’s probably the most behaved kid I’ve ever babysat. I would gladly do this again, it was a pleasure honestly” you whispered, careful to not wake the sleeping toddler that was now being carried by sukuna

“you can leave now if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you” sukuna grunted out, gently placing yuji into his bed and tucking him in. yuji mumbling seemingly in protest of being put to bed

……

after that night, you and sukuna have been very close, pretty much hanging out everyday (with yuji of course), when you were at work at the barista, sukuna and yuji would be everyday customers, with sukuna giving you a huge tip every time

you could feel a string of tension between you and sukuna when you interacted with each other, specially when you guys were alone, you just didn’t know how to tell him how you felt

he had the same problem, he hasn’t been in a relationship ever since yujis’ mum left, so when his heart fluttered when he saw you, wether it be your smile, your laugh or even when you were tired, he felt his heart pound against his chest, you were just too cute

unknown to the both of you, one day a little yuji itadori would break the tension with a question that would fluster you two to no end…..

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youwouldntdownloadapizza · 8 months

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The Gates of Jackson | Joel Miller x F!Reader | Chapter 3 - The Cabin

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You showed up at the gates of Jackson with hands covered in blood and no memory of how you got there. That was two years ago. Since then, you've become Maria's right-hand woman and the person in charge of Jackson's logistical backend. Patrol schedules, inventory—all your purview. When a patrol gone wrong forces you to get to know Joel, memories of your past begin resurfacing—along with their consequences.

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.1k

tags: no use of y/n, eventual smut, no beta we die like sarah, jackson era, other additional tags to be added, slow burn, ellie needs a hug, joel lives, good parent joel, reader-insert, reader insert, forced proximity, only one bed trope, nightmares, childbirth, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft joel, cuddling & snuggling, fluff, masturbation, pining, joel falls first, possibly demisexual reader (tbd), ptsd, ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks, amnesia, sexual braiding

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, violence towards children, nightmares

Chapter 3 - The Cabin

By the time you descended the ladder, Joel had everything set up. A clean, if dusty and threadbare, blanket was spread before the fireplace. He’d managed to get the fire going, and while it hadn’t reached a roar, it was plenty hot enough to heat some cans for dinner.

“What are you in the mood for?” Joel asked, gesturing between two cans with a pilfered can opener. “I’ve got alphabet soup or beefy ravioli.”

“Ravioli, please,” you said decisively, taking a seat beside him on the blanket. It took a second of him staring at you expectantly for you to realize he was holding out your selection. You took it and dug in.

“Holy shit,” you nearly moaned, the zing of 20-year-old marinara a delight to tired taste buds.

“That good, huh?” Joel asked.

You nodded–yeah, it was really that good.

“Maybe Ellie’s onto something,” he chuckled, digging into his own dinner. You cocked an eyebrow. He elaborated, “She’s big on Chef Boyardee, too. Who knew he’d have so many fans in the apocalypse?”

“I don’t know,” you joked. “Fungal pandemics come and go, but pasta is forever.”

He laughed mid-chew, snorting so effusively a J-shaped piece of pasta landed at your feet.

“Huh,” you said. “J for Joel.”

You ate the rest of your food in relative silence, the levity of the first few bites subsiding once you realized how hungry you truly were.

A few minutes later, you set your empty can on the hearth with a clatter. “I’m gonna turn in.”

Joel nodded. “I’ll take first watch. Good night, Doe.”

“Night, Joel.”

Upon further inspection, the puke-covered couch appeared to convert into a mostly unscathed bed. It felt almost wrong to tuck yourself beneath such cozy bedding in your filthy patrol clothes. Especially since you had to be ready to spring into action at any moment, which meant your shoes stayed on too. But it’s not like there were other options. You lay your head atop the impossibly fluffy pillow, and let your eyes fall shut. Before you knew it, you were asleep.

* * *

You only ever saw Steffy in your dreams anymore. Your baby sister had been there for the collapse of the Salt Lake City QZ, escaping alongside you. But somewhere between fleeing and finding yourself at the gates of Jackson, you’d lost her. You’re not sure what happened exactly, but the dread in the pit of your stomach left no room for wondering: Steffy was dead.

She was alive right now, though. You were little again, sitting on the terracotta tiles of your Aunt Suzie’s back porch. It was summer, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the magnolia tree above you.

While the adults grilled, you and Steffy had a tea party. All the best dolls were invited, teddy bears too. Even Steffy’s favorite, a bedraggled rat plushie named Ratty.

“Ratty wants Earl Grey,” Steffy said, holding out a tiny teacup and saucer.

“Why, of course,” you replied in a bad British accent, pretending to pour him a cup.

Steffy made Ratty drink the whole cup in one gulp. “Dee-licious.”

You giggled. She giggled. It was contagious, the two of you devolving into downright guffaws when you noticed the adults’ chatter had stopped. Looking over your sister’s shoulder, your face fell.

“What’s wrong?” Steffy asked with a tilt of her head.

You wanted to tell her to run. You wanted to tell her to get behind you, that something was wrong. But you were frozen.

That’s when the clicker sunk its teeth into her neck.

You woke with a start, flailing wildly, arm connecting with something hard, something that let out an ‘oof’ in response. Joel. You had hit Joel. Based on the proximity, you guessed he was trying to wake you.

“Sorry,” you panted, heart still racing from your dream. “Time for my watch?”

“No,” you could barely make out the shake of his head against what was left of the dying firelight. “It’s only been a couple hours. You were flailin’ about, looked like you were having a nightmare.”

“Oh,” you said. “Thank you. I’m fine now.”

“If you’re sure,” he said. “I’m here, y’know. If you want to… talk about it, or anything.”

You were still shaky. Your heart was still going so fast. But you weren’t about to discuss your dead sister with Joel Miller.

“I’m fine.” You doubled down, softer than you meant to.

“Okay,” he backed off, returning to his spot leaned up against the fireplace, eyes on the door.

Minutes passed, and your heart was still racing. Your hand throbbed, and you wondered how hard you’d hit Joel. Hopefully not hard enough to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” you said softly through the darkness.

“It’s fine, Doe. You were dreaming.”

You hated the way he brushed away your concerns, the way he gave you grace. In your experience, people rarely let others off the hook, not really. There was always some resentment that lingered.

If you were going to owe him, you might as well really owe him.

“Joel?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“I can’t sleep,” you confessed.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about that.”

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself to ask for what you wanted. “Will you cuddle with me? It’s not you, it’s just…I need another person. We’re safe here, we don’t need a watch, not really. And I need you.”

“Thought you said it wasn’t personal.”

“It’s not,” you bristled. “But I thought it would be nice.”

“Never said it wouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You lay there expectantly for what felt like ages. Then, finally, you heard the squeak of old floorboards under his boots, and felt the squish of the mattress as he climbed onto it beside you. You found a position easily, one arm beneath your head, his other loosely draped across your waist.

Your heart slowed marginally, but your breathing remained fast and light.

“Relax, sweetheart. You gotta breathe.”

“I can’t–” you started. He cut you off with a hand to your stomach.

“You can.” He pulled you back against him gently, not so tight you were crushed, but just enough for you to feel the expanding and contracting of his own breath against your back. “Breathe with me, alright?”

You nodded with a shuddering breath. He tapped your stomach lightly with his thumb. You matched his inhale, breathing deeply and resenting the fact that this shit works every goddamn time. Within a few minutes, you were calm. Or as calm as you were going to get, anyway.

“I get them too, you know,” Joel admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were still pulled close against him, neither of you having made a move to scramble apart once your breathing returned to normal. At his admission, you relaxed into him fully, taking his free hand in yours.

Before you knew it, you were asleep once more, dreamless and deep, held safe and secure in the warmth of Joel’s embrace.

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billthedrake · 1 year

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PRE-FROSH (CHAPTER ONE)

This story is a sequel to "Dad's New Life."

I was prepared to take a good amount of teasing, and maybe more, this weekend. But the guys in the Sig Ep house were cool, I had to admit.

I didn't think I was going to be able to visit. But my older brother Connor swore to my parents he'd keep a hawk's eye on me and keep me from drinking or doing anything I shouldn't. I got along OK with my brother, but growing up he was always kind of bossy, taking advantage of being three years older than me and more of the popular kid in school.

He was still that guy, only now I'd grown up, taller than Connor now, and had really bulked up. I'd say it was basketball and lacrosse, but a lot of it was just obsessively working out and keeping my growing teen body fed with enough protein to put on muscle. I still had a young face - and I had a good idea it would be a while before I could pull off a fake ID - but I was starting to get a strong build for my 6'3" frame.

I now sat in a big sofa in the rec room of the fraternity house, watching some dumb TV. Connor plopped himself next to me with a knowing grin. He had two beer cans in his hand and offered me one. "Not a word to Mom and Dad, Squirt," he admonished.

"Course not," I said, gratefully taking the beer. I took a few sips. It was cheap beer but I didn't care, I loved it.

"Hey O'Brien," one of the brothers said. Alan I think his name was. A senior and a stocky, goofy dude who I discovered was one of Connor's close buddies in the house. The Four Musketeers they called themselves, and Alan was the crudest of the bunch. "Is the pre-frosh gonna partake of Mike's services?"

I wondered if Mike was a drug dealer or something. I figured my older brother wouldn't be into anything too wild. He was the studious one in the family.

Connor got an uncharacteristically shy look. "Dude, it's my baby brother we're talking about."

"I'm not a baby," I objected. I'd turned 18 a couple weeks earlier.

This fraternity brother just gave me a sly wink before turning to my brother. "Like your brother doesn't get his dick wet. The young dude's a fucking lacrosse player fer Christsake."

Fuck, they were talking about sex. With a dude. I smirked, and Connor laughed when he turned to see my expression. "You don't even know what you're grinning about, Jase," he teased.

I shrugged, showing off as much teen bravado as I could. "I figured if it wasn't fun, you wouldn't be acting like I wasn't ready for it."

I could sense my brother was frustrated, cause he didn't object or act bossy, he just gave me a pale grin. "All right. Just remember. No talking about what happens this weekend. Promise?"

"Yeah, dude," I said, annoyed. "I fucking promise."

It was a half hour before Mike showed up. I heart his booming baritone voice coming down the SigEp house steps to the basement before I saw him. I don't know what I expected, but the guy was older, a lot older. Like, dad's age. And buff as hell. He didn't quite look like an ex-athlete, not like Coach Carson, but he was big and beefy and muscular, more of a gym-pumped build, but he clearly took real good care of himself. He wore a snug polo shirt and faded jeans and had a Chicago Bears ball cap on. His shirt was all filled out with huge pecs and big guns. I had jerked off to some bi and gay porn, maybe more than I'd like to admit. I never thought of myself as into older dudes, but something about this guy got me going.

Particularly since I was putting two and two together and realizing this buff older man really was somehow providing some kind of services to the fraternity brothers. Maybe just a handjob or something, and I wondered if he was actually a fucking hooker the way the guys acted so nonchalant.

"Hiya, fellas, how's it hanging?" he asked, giving Dale a fist bump. Dale was another one of the Four Musketeers.

"About six inches soft," Dale wisecracked.

It may have just been banter, but this was not what I was expecting for my pre-frosh weekend on campus.

Mike gave a soft chuckle and looked around. "Same room?" he asked.

"Yeah," Alan replied. "We set it up to make it extra comfy for ya."

Mike smirked but didn't take the bait of the taunt. He just asked. "Who's first?"

"Let the prefrosh have first dibs," said Kyle, a sophomore soccer player who had a whole stoner vibe about him.

I looked over at my big brother Connor, like he was going to object. He just shrugged in a "you wanted it," kind of way.

So I acted like I wasn't some dumb young high schooler and stood up. I felt the guys' eyes on me, almost giggling.

I followed the big guy up the stairs and down the hall. I don't know whose room we were using... one of the brothers', but Mike seemed at home, like he came here regularly. As we stepped in, I started to get nervous, my bravado going right out the window. The man caught on.

"I've not seen you around the house before," he said.

I stood awkwardly in front of him, shifting on my feet some. "I'm just visiting," I explained. "I'm still in high school actually," I added, then immediately regretted it. I was probably blowing my chance for a handjob right then.

But the man didn't seem fazed. His blue eyes twinkled beneath the brim of his ball cap and a smile formed on his handsome face. Up close I could now see the silver flecks in his stubble and for some reason I found that really hot. "Is that right, buddy?" he asked. "Not too young for me are ya?" he asked. Kind of flirty in his question.

"No sir," I replied. Feeling dumb for calling him that. "I'm a senior... just turned 18 a couple weeks ago."

He nodded with that sexy smile of his and now openly looked me up and down. "You're big for 18... you lift regularly I bet."

"Yessir," I said. I wished to hell my parents hadn't instilled that deference to elders thing in me so hard. I probably seemed like an idiot to this guy. "I'm a typical jock, I guess. Hoping to get a lacrosse scholarship somewhere." God, I was blabbing now.

"Nice," was all the guy said and like that he was crouching down in front of me. I'd lost any chub I had with the nervousness and the small talk, but now I knew instantly I wasn't gonna have a problem getting hard. I felt that horny tightness in my chest and throat as I watched this hunky guy get in position and run his hands along my legs.

Mike looked up at me. I tried to gauge his age. Late 40s to mid 50s. He was well preserved for sure, but also had a tan that made his face look more ruggedly handsome. "I bet you get a lot of attention from men."

I shook my head. "I wish," I replied. It was refreshing to be honest, even if I didn't even know this guy.

Mike's paw now massaged the growing boner in my shorts. "Just send out the signals, stud, and I can guarantee you'll get as much attention as you want." It was wild to hear his words in such a deep baritone of a voice, the Chicago accent thick as hell.

"Signals?" I asked. In addition to a handjob, maybe I could get some advice for hooking up. If I had the guts to back in my small hometown.

"Yah," he explained. "Eye contact, body language. Letting a guy know you're open to his advances." His fingers were now undoing my shorts. "I wasn't sure about you, actually. You seem the shy type."

"I've never done anything like this," I admitted.

"Na? Ever have your cock sucked, buddy?" he practically growled.

I shook my head. My heart pounded more. Maybe this was gonna be more than a handjob.

I watched as he pulled my shorts and underwear down. My cock flopped out, hanging in midair for a second before it bounded up into a hard upright position. I was hornier than I realized.

"Hot damn!" Mike gasped. "Cherry and hung as fuck." His hand wrapped around my meat, sending shock jolts of pleasure to my balls. The man's eyes seemed fixed on my dick. "Hell of a cock you got, buddy," he said. Then looking up, he asked, "You Connor's brother?"

"Yeah," I replied. Blushing some. I guess I figured Connor partook of Mike's services, but this was crazy to think about. My dick enjoyed the idea of my big brother getting sucked, though. It jerked in Mike's mitt.

He returned his attention to my crotch. "I could tell. Though you're even bigger than him.... fuck!" He paused and licked his lips. "God, I love virgins."

And like that I watched, almost as if in slow motion, as this middle-aged hunk leaned in and started taking me into his mouth. He used his mouth to wet me down at first, just an inch or two, but it felt incredible. Pleasure but also the novelty of sensation. I'd not been entirely truthful. I'd fucked a couple of chicks, that drunk fumbling at parties kind of fucks, and I'd dated one girl who let me feel her up and she'd give me a handjob. THIS, though, was another world. Mike knew what the fuck he was doing.

The kicker was when he pulled back a second and took in a breath then swallowed me all in one go. His throat felt snug and tight but it was the nastiness of the action which caught me off guard.

Not as much of a shock thought as a voice in the room.

"How is he, Pre-Frosh?" It was Craig, a fit, muscular junior, a kind of typical popular frat dude. The fourth guy in the Four Musketeers group my brother hung out with. I'm guessing he was sent in to keep an eye on things and make sure I was OK.

"Fuck," I gasped. Switching personalities now that I was trying to impress one of Connor's brothers. "Dude knows how work a cock."

Indeed, as I spoke Mike was bobbing up and down on me with slick sounding mouth strokes, his spit running down my balls.

I got a better view of Craig as he stepped up. He always wore his longish dirty blond hair under his ball cap and I saw his cute-handsome face examine my own. "You gonna nut soon, bro?"

I shook my head. "I could. But I want this to last." It was my first time out, and once I got over the fear of a quick trigger I'd settled into enjoying the rising and cresting pleasure without quite orgasming. Though I felt it could come any second now.

"You up for sharing?" he asked. Cautious. I had a sense if it was any other brother, he would have butted right in. But I was Connor's kid brother.

I pulled back and we both laughed as Mike tried to follow me, latching his lips on my meat before I finally broke free.

Craig was already pulling down his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick. He was regular sized, with a good looking cut cock. I enjoyed seeing it but also was proud I outmeasured this college bro.

"Hot," Mike gasped as he moved from his crouch to a kneeling position. Craig played host by offering a folded towel for his knees. The man pulled off his ball cap and tossed it aside. His hair was short and showed a good bit of gray on the temples, but he had enough length on top to give that matted-tousled look from his cap. Mike was still in his polo and jeans and his muscle looked pretty amazing as he scooted toward Craig.

"Fuck yeah," the fraternity brother grunted. "Suck my fucking cock dude."

Craig's eyes were down on Mike, eagerly watching the big guy do his work. Craig's smaller size meant Mike could go wild, battering his own throat with hard and fast movements of his skull.

I didn't know where to keep my eyes. On Mike and his slutty thrill in sucking cock. Or on Craig, who was clearly responding to the sexual stimulation in his face and whole body.

Craig finally reached down and held Mike's head, steadying it and slowly pushing him off.

"It's O'Brien's turn," he said with a chuckle. "I know you like the big ones, Mike," he added.

"I do," the man admitted without shame. He gave Craig's tool one more lick then watched as I stepped up to where Craig had been.

Somehow his BJ now had warmed him up for me. It wasn't just the deep throat that got me off. It was the swiveling motion of his head and the milking suction. Involuntarily I gripped the sides of his head to brace my body.

"Oh SHIT!" I cried. I was entering orgasm now, one that put my previous ones to shame. I saw white for a second and felt light headed. Like Mike was sucking out my consciousness along with my cum.

I heard Craig laughing. "Go for it, bro!" Then. "Niiiccce."

Mike finally spat out my prick. "If you want seconds, stud, you know where to find me," he winked.

Craig meanwhile was practically pushing me out of the way, eager for his turn, his dick reddened and leaking in excitement. "Tell the next guy he's up," he said as he thrust back in between Mike's wet lips. "It won't take me long."

I found my shorts and underwear and put them back on, taking one more view of Craig, who was actively fucking the big burly dude's face.

Everything about this was so crazy and so exciting. A couple of the guys on the team had bragged about gangbanging Kelsey Myers, but I think they were bullshitting. And here was an out-there gangbang happening in my brother's fraternity house.

I was still flush and breathing heavy when I returned to the den. "Who's next?" I said, as I plopped next to my brother on the couch and picked up the beer can, which hadn't warmed up too much. I took a sip of the cheap watery stuff, which for whatever reason tasted like the best goddamn beer I'd tasted.

I could tell Connor was watching me, trying to read me. I turned to him. "What, bro?" I asked, maybe acting more annoyed than I was.

"You OK, Jase?" he asked in a low voice.

I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?" I said, trying to play it cool. "That was awesome."

He paused and took a sip of his own beer. "You won't mind if I go in there soon?"

"Fuck no," I said, getting the courage to make eye contact with my brother. We were two O'Brien men experiencing the same cocksucker. It was a strange bonding experience for sure. "I'd feel bad if you didn't on my account."

Indeed Connor's turn was next and he got up off the couch, a boner already forming in his sweats. I had never thought of my big bro like this, but indeed he had a pretty big tool.

He was gone about ten minutes. Good for him. When he came back he was flush like I was, the Irish genes making his cheeks rosy pink after sex. I could tell he was embarrassed to have done that with me there, and I enjoyed being the laidback one for a change.

"Seriously, bro," I whispered. "Thanks for letting me do that. You know, for not getting all protective and shit."

He shrugged. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad," he warned.

"What the fuck would I tell them?" I said with a chuckle.

Connor laughed. "You got a point there."

We were watching some dumb MTV reality show, but mostly my attention was on the brothers as one by one they got up to go partake of Mike's services. Alan might have been the last to do so, and when he came back he asked, "Anyone up for seconds?"

I heard the guys laugh as I stood up.

"Pre Frosh is going back!" cried one of the guys. I hoped I wasn't embarrassing Connor or anything, but I had tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted another bite while I still had the chance. I ignored the taunts and made a beeline back to that room.

The door was ajar and I pushed my way in. I saw Mike's polo shirt before anything else. It was on the floor, a few feet away from where that folded towel was, and his discarded jeans.

The man was lying on the bed, face down and ass up in a dreamy quiet repose. I underestimated how muscular he was. That ass alone jutted up in two round hard globes and his back dipped down then swelled up in an amazing mass of lats and rear delts. The back was tanned and totally smooth, a contrast to his pale but furry buns.

I was taking off my shorts and underwear when Mike turned and looked over at me. "I was hoping you'd come back, buddy," he said in his deep soft voice. "You eager for the full ride?"

I wasn't the brightest guy I suppose but it was dawning on me what he meant. At least one of the brothers had fucked him and Mike was now asking me if I wanted to fuck him too.

"Yeah," I said. Like it was a normal occurrence for me. My dick was rock hard again and I fisted it a little.

Mike gave a smile as he watched me get closer to the bed. "Damn, I'm gonna feel that in me good, aren't I?"

Somehow he knew how to be flirty as hell in a masculine way that got me rock hard. Before this weekend I would have imagined I'd enjoy having sex with one of Connor's fraternity brothers instead. Living out some SeanCody or CorbinFisher fantasy. But this older guy was pushing my buttons big time.

"Yep," I said, trying to act cocky like Craig or the other guys had. Only I didn't know where to start when it came to fucking. Surely it wasn't as easy as in the porn videos.

Thankfully Mike seemed to read my hesitation. "Just climb on buddy. Daddy's all lubed up for that big monster."

I wasn't sure what I thought of the daddy thing. But this man was so hot and so clearly in heat, humping the bed some and hiking his meaty ass up for me as I got onto the mattress.

His muscle felt warm beneath me as I stretched my body on top of his, trying not to put all my weight down on him, but just enjoying this. It was so different than fucking a chick, the complete lack of hesitation as Mike reached back and gripped my tool long enough to guide me in place.

"You have an amazing body, stud," he hissed. "Hot fucking high school senior."

My prick felt the wetness of the lube. Then as I pressed in past his recently fucked folds, I knew it wasn't just lube. I'd heard the phrase sloppy seconds of course but it was insane how sloppy Mike's ass felt. Tons of fraternity cum awaited my dick as I bored inside him. I knew not to just ram it in him, and in a way I savored the slow inching in and the way the man's cuts clung to me.

"You have a great body, too, Mike," I said, now letting my chest press more against his back muscle. A thought occurred to me. "You let guys do this a lot?" I asked.

He leaned his head back up against my neck. It took me a second to realize he was moving his ass back against my hips too, doing some of the work to penetrate his ass with my long cock. "Yeah, I do," he replied, matter of fact. "That bother you, buddy?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I guess it's kind of hot.... thanks for letting me do it."

Mike let out a deep growl. "Anytime buddy... that dick of yours feels AMAZING."

I sawed some inches in and out then decided to go for it. Sending my hips forward I pressed all the way inside him. I'm thick and long and I know Mike really felt that.

"Oh FUCK YEAH, buddy!" he grunted, pushing his chest up a little as if to challenging me to press him back down to the bed. I did, accentuating my movement with another thrust into him. "Love that horse meat ya got."

I would have loved this anyway. Losing my virginity with a man. Having my first ass fuck. But Mike was gonna spoil me, I knew. The man just loved sex and his love was infectious. I held on to his shoulders and started fucking. Not hard but with a steady deep pump. Maximizing the pleasure on my cock but also aiming for that vocal response from him.

"Take that dick, man," I growled in his ear as my hips now worked faster. Mike was bigger and more muscular than me but I had the leverage position to hold him steady while I nailed him, as well as the sex adrenaline pumping in my veins.

I worried I was going too hard, but the harder I nailed him the more he seemed to get into it.

"GODDAMN! High schooler fucks like a porn star," he growled.

I worried the brothers could hear us mate. Then I hoped they could hear everything. I was riding that excitement of my first piece of ass, and I was rising to the occasion. I now knew why my lacrosse buddies were so excited by pussy, but this was even better.

His ass was slick and I could feel the wetness along my cock and balls and had a good idea all that cum was frothing up his furry crack. A few of the fraternity brothers had fucked and bred Mike's hole. Connor was probably one of them, I thought.

That idea I was fucking on my brother’s load made my balls tighten immediately. "Holy fuck," I gasped, my cum working up real quick. A part of me wanted to slow down and enjoy this more. That part of me lost out, though. I held on tighter to Mike's beef and just went to town, cumming deep inside the man's guts.

"Get it, buddy!" Mike cried, eager for my seed. I had no idea if he was going to get off. Maybe he did earlier. Right now it was just about my spurting prick and my pure need.

I rode out the cum and finally slowed my roll, now kissing along the man's neck and feeling up his body.

"Hmmm," the man muttered. "You sure that was your first, Stud? You fuck like a champ."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Hell of a first time, too," I said. "I'm gonna remember this one for a long time."

"I'm glad, bud," he said. "Damn... it feels like I got a baseball bat wedged up inside me."

"Sorry... I can pull out," I said.

"Don't on my account," Mike said, softly, almost shyly. "I mean, I figure an 18 year old jock has another in the tanks, right?"

My dick wasn't going soft and while I wasn't 100 percent sure I could come again soon, I knew I wanted to get as much Mike time as I could. It might be a long time before I had a chance to fuck a man again. "Yeah," I replied.

I humped him some more, before Mike asked if I wanted to try some other positions. We didn't do them all, maybe, but I had a good number of firsts that afternoon. Missionary, cowboy, reverse cowboy, standing. But we finished in doggy, which might have been my favorite.

I felt like a total stud when I finally dismounted and saw how much cum I'd added to Mike's hole. I gave his rump a gentle pat which made the man laugh.

He watched as I got dressed again. "You around town for long?" he asked.

"Just the weekend," I said.

He grinned and looked me up and down. "If I give you my number, will you hit me before you go?"

This is not how I expected my college visit to go. "Hell yeah," I said.

Mike slid out of bed, his beefy body looking amazing all naked and some wiry silvery hair in his chest fur. His dick was pretty soft but I could see the trickles of fresh cum dripping down the insides of his hairy thighs. He found his wallet and fished out a card to hand me.

It read “Daddy Mike” with a phone number, Insta and Twitter handle and OnlyFans URL.

"Are you a porn star?" I asked in surprise. I now felt like a small-town hick for sure.

"Just like to have a little fun," he said. "If you're the jealous type don't look me up online," he said. "A couple of dudes learned that the hard way." He seemed weirdly apologetic to be warning me.

"If what we did just now was a 'little fun' I'd hate to see a lot of fun," I joked.

"The weekend is still young, Pre Frosh," he winked.

I was a little lightheaded and thirsty when I got back to the den. A couple of the guys razzed me for taking so long and I notice Kyle and some other dude get up to go into together.

Connor seemed quiet, not pissed off but in a strange mood. Later, after dinner, we found ourselves sitting alone. My big bro decided to check in with me.

"I guess I shouldn't have been so worried about you with Mike," he said. An edge to his tone, like maybe he didn't approve. I don't know.

I sighed. "I'm gonna call him up tomorrow, you know, go hang out with him." It was a weirdly euphemistic way to say I was gonna fuck Daddy Mike again.

That hit my brother the wrong way. "Come on, Jason. I'm supposed to be watching out for you."

"Dude, it's gonna be fine," I countered. I didn't know if I could convince him of that, or if he needed convincing. Maybe he just felt guilty things had gotten out of hand.

"You know," I added. "I'm into dudes, Connor."

"Clearly," my brother laughed. OK, he wasn't THAT pissed off at me if he was joking around.

That made me laugh, too. "I mean, like, I know that's what I want. I'm gay."

"Oh," he said. "That's cool." Then, "you know I still worry about you, Jase. It's what brothers do."

"Yeah," I conceded. I shot him a wry grin. "And thanks, bro. I wouldn't have it any other way."

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Finding Home (9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Beefy!Animal Rescue Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,909

Summary: You and Bucky finally take the next step in your relationship and it’s everything.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I couldn’t get this chapter out of my head...I know I’ve been doing a lot teasing with these two but we’re finally doing it! haha. I hope you enjoy the softness of it all and thank you so very much for reading and continuing on this journey with me! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰 PS the Russian translation is from Google and I apologize for any mistakes.

Warnings: lots of sweet fluff, soft fluffersmut, oral sex (f rec), fingering...all the goodies (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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When Bucky finally breaks the kiss it’s only to take in your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. His gaze slowly drifts over your face as he takes a step away and closes his fingers around yours.

“You’re doing a lot of staring, Barnes.”

Your bottom disappears between your teeth and you start to lower your head but cool metal fingers press under your chin and hold you in place and you’re unable to look anywhere else but his ocean blue eyes.

“Can’t help it doll face. I like what I see.”

He tugs on your hand and pulls you into his chest, his fingers dropping to toy with the zipper of your hoodie. With deliberate movements he unzips it and pushes it from your shoulders. His calloused fingertips skim across your shoulder and he hooks one under the thin strap of your tank top.

Your breath hitches and your head falls to the side as his mouth presses to your pulse point. He ghosts his lips along your collarbone and tugs on the other strap of your tank top, letting it fall loosely against your arm.

He traces the swell of your breasts, the lace of your bra catching on his skin with his low and appreciative hum.

His arm wraps around your waist and he lifts you into his arms, carrying you away from the door and toward your bedroom. Your nails rake down his back and slip under his Henley, his warm skin pulled like silk over his hard muscles.

“Bucky,” you moan, rocking your hips into his.

A low growl escapes him as he stops and traps you against the wall. His hands slide up your curves and find your breasts, kneading the soft flesh before slipping inside your bra. His thumbs work over your peaked nipples and he buries his face in your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. “I need to get my mouth on you.”

You tremble, your head rolling along the wall as he continues to tease your nipples. He finally releases them to drop his hands to your leggings and slowly drag them down your legs. With one swift motion he pulls them free and discards them on the floor.

“Wow,” he whispers, taking you in. “Ya nikogda ne zabudu naskol’ko ty sovershenen.” (I’ll never get over how perfect you are.)

Your hand falls to his face and your fingers trace the outline of his jaw before sinking into his hair.

“Are you gonna be all talk tonight?” you ask with a smirk.

He grins before kissing you again, his teeth pulling and nipping at your bottom lip and his mouth moving hot and wet down your throat. He travels lower, freeing your breasts from your bra and taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive flesh before feasting on the other.

His kisses are gentle and soft as he moves lower and with a delicate push he spreads your legs, the lace between them already wet and soaking through.

“Baby doll,” he purrs, bending his head to press his nose against the fabric with an inhale.

Your fingers delve into his hair once again, yanking hard at the sensation and you let out a loud gasp.

“These are pretty,” he hums before his tongue sweeps between your legs and presses to your cloth covered clit.

“Bucky,” you whine, pushing your hips forward.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he whispers, teasing you with another swipe of his tongue.

“Please,” you beg, done with his teasing. “Your mouth…I need it.”

He lets out a low chuckle and carefully removes the fabric from your hips. His thick fingers spread you open and he slowly drags his tongue from bottom to top.

You arch against him with a hiss and lift your leg to rest it over his broad shoulder.

His tongue moves through you again and his lips close around your clit, making your thighs shake. He sucks and licks, his beard rubbing against your delicate skin and leaving a mark.

You know you’re close and when he slides first one, then a second long and thick finger inside you, your walls squeeze around them.

With a few deep thrusts you come apart, writhing against his face and squeezing him with your thighs.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

He rises to his full height and pulls his fingers from your still clenching walls, sucking them clean.

You moan again, grabbing his Henley and tugging him into you for a heated kiss. Your hands are everywhere, grasping at his clothes to get them off but he pulls back.

“I’m not fucking you against the wall…” he murmurs, his eyes dark. “Not this time.”

He walks you to your bedroom and shuts the door, his eyes settling on you and filled with a hunger so deep it leaves you breathless.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly…” he says, his hands flexing at his sides.

“I’m all yours Bucky,” you breathe out as you step into him and take his face in your hands.

His large hand slides up your spine and curls around the back of your neck, drawing you closer until he presses his lips to yours in a desperate kiss.

You step away only enough to lift your tank top over your head and start to unhook your bra.

“Wait,” he says, “let me. Please.”

He moves closer, his hand hovering just over your skin in heated anticipation before he reaches behind you and easily unclasps the back of your bra.

“You’re way too good at that,” you giggle.

He gives you a lopsided smile. “Not gonna lie, I surprised myself with that one. Been a while.”

He hesitates before gently sliding your bra down your arms, revealing every bare inch of your body.

“Doll…I…” he stumbles, his whole-body tense with his restraint.

“You have way too many clothes on,” you smile.

You reach for the hem of his shirt but he has it off before you can even give it a tug, his hand reaching out to draw you in and his lips placing soft kisses along your shoulder.

With steady hands you work open the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper, pushing them over his thighs.

You can’t get them any farther thanks to the thick muscle but he quickly yanks on the bottom of each leg and pulls them off.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, dragging your nails along his thighs and up his torso.

His muscles ripple and flex under your touch and you let out a low hum of appreciation, your fingertips exploring every glorious part of him.

He backs you toward the bed in long and purposeful strides, taking you in his arms and gently lowering you to the mattress. Your legs fall open and he settles between them, his body a welcome weight as he presses you into the soft covers.

You grab at his boxer briefs with a soft huff, wanting nothing between you. He lets you pull them down and helps with the rest, letting them fall off the edge of the bed.

You push on his chest, wanting to flip him over and get a taste of him but he holds you down with a firm grasp.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispers. “Please.”

Your hands slide down and over his skin and you bring his lips to yours.

“Like I said Bucky…I’m all yours.”

He pulls his hips back, sighing with pleasure as your wetness coats his cock and his eyes never leave yours as he sinks slowly inside you, every inch stretching you open.

Your gasp of bliss is all he needs to hear before he rolls his hips in a slow rhythm. You arch your body into his, wanting to feel all of him pressed against you and when your leg crawls up his back he takes it and lifts it higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.

His low moan is muffled when he buries his face in your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he fights his release.

Each thrust is slow but hard and deep and he grinds against you until you finish with a scream, your body trembling and your walls tightening and bringing him to his own release.

With a thick pulse he fills you up, the ebbing clench of your walls drawing out his pleasure until he falls over you, chanting your name with heavy breaths.

You lay there, quiet and content and wrapped up in him.

“Baby doll,” he sighs, lifting his eyes to yours. “That was…you’re a dream.”

As the words roll off his tongue he brushes his fingers across your cheek and you snuggle closer, inhaling his skin and echoing his words of praise.

You don’t know how much time as passed with you cradled in his arms but it isn’t until you hear the soft whimpering and light catching of the doorknob that you’re roused from your blissed out haze.

“Bucky…?”

“Hmm…” he mumbles, tucking you closer to him.

“What is that?” you ask, shifting to hear better.

“Huh?” he asks, stilling as he listens.

The noise stops for a brief moment and then you hear the door click open and the soft padding of three paws.

“Winter,” Bucky grumbles but you can feel his smile.

A cold and wet nose pokes at your uncovered foot and you let out a squeal.

“OHHHH COLD NOSE!”

Winter’s tail is thumping along the bed as he circles it in search of someone to pet him.

“Right here buddy,” Bucky says softly, grabbing the dogs head and scratching vigorously behind his ear.

You feel the bed dip lightly and realize Alpine has also joined you and is making his way to one of the pillows.

“The whole gang is here,” you giggle. “Can I let Winter up?”

Bucky peeks at you from behind his hair with a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea of course.”

“He’ll never leave.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say.

“Ok…if you’re sure doll.”

“I’m sure! But the real question is…how did they get in here?”

You call Winter over and pat the bed. He hops closer and readies himself to jump. Once he’s on the bed he circles a few times before settling himself in the open spot near Alpine.

“Who knows,” Bucky muses. “I bet it was Alpine though.”

You give Winter’s butt a pat and stroke your fingers through Alpine’s fluffy tail then wiggle yourself closer to Bucky’s waiting arms.

He wraps you up and pulls your back to his chest, throwing a heavy thigh over yours.

“Quite wiggling doll,” he growls playfully. “Unless you wanna put on a show for these two.”

You wiggle your ass again and look up at the animals, both passed out on the other side of the bed.

“They look ready for a show,” you tease.

Bucky lips spread into a smile as they press to your skin and his metal hand leaves your waist to dip lower.

Your fingertips smooth down the metal plates of his arm until your hand rests over his. He slips his thigh between your legs and nudges them apart, his fingers teasing you with a delicate touch.

“Bucky,” you purr as you rock into his hand.

“All mine,” he murmurs along the shell of your ear. “And I can’t get enough.”

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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i feel like a lot of ur stories lately (simple math, the pit, light on, whale vibe time, ichor veil etc) have all been some super fun and interesting campfire where we're all roasting marshmallows and meanwhile DD is a dumpsterfire in the background slowly approaching a pile of dynamite dsfgsdf we've been given breathing room from the fact that the last we saw of DD is the beginning of a Very Ugly Time for those three and i, for one, am very afraid of what we'll see next LMAO

poor darling, poor johnny and poor poor simon :')))

ill say too that SM is super interesting (going off that anon) that they do all seem to be a bit older and wiser and more resilient to potential relationship woes. DD is definitely intense, and to be fair its different bc its not the leadup to the relationship, but SM is def a lot more of a slowburn on top of the unraveling mystery that is bun's history on TOP of warcrime cowboy doing his thing. that being said the past 2 chapters have been AMAZING reads, and even if bun is a little trapped in a corner with staying with the boys, its just speeding up what probably would've happened anyways (AND ALSO I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE HOTEL LMAO. laswell's a real one)

simon being so soft and caring with bunny when he brought her home like how he is with darling..... god i love how you write the boys. they both care so so much about their girl, and its such a treat to read. when can 2 caring beefy dudes kiss it better for ME huh???

ill probably do another DD reread too to really sink back into it but oof bro. its gonna hurt isnt it haha

Whale vibe time… I’m dying.

Also… were you right about the hotel?

Anyway, yes I think everyone should brace for Very Ugly Time for our favorite throuple.

DD and SM are two completely different stories BUT as you pointed out, similar themes exist in both of them, and that includes Simon being the take care/take control aspect (it’s more balanced in Simple Math but it’s still there)

I always recommend a reread, even though it will undoubtedly be painful 🩵

#don’t mind me just talking about my characters like they’re real #peaches asks #I can’t believe no one else has mentioned the hotel #wild to me #frogladder

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luna-andra · 4 months

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The Shadows Return | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC | Retired AU | Is It Really You?*

Summary: A little 🍃 Andra stargazing with Ghost

Word Count: ~1.8k

If you're new to this story, you can read Chapter 1 here. Filler chapters are marked with an * sign.

Content: accidental high (hehe), fluff, wee little lore drop

Author's note: This one is a itty bitty filler chapter that the little writing goblin in my brain told me to create at like 2a 🥴 enjoy and stay tuned cuz next chapter is gonna be beefy!

ALSO I made a little playlist of the songs they were listening to if anyone cares 😂

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsvQwF6FNtSzXEjTpFX6zxpH2nsdbuN0G&si=cfNPy4NgRSjRIx9T

“It’s in my glove box!” Johnny hollered from under the kitchen sink as Andra stomped through the living room.

“I heard you!” she yelled back, earning her some disgruntled Scottish noises. She was in a sour mood from Johnny helping himself to her last sparkling water. Usually, it wouldn’t be a big deal, she’s told the boys to take anything they want all the time, but she specifically told Johnny ‘not the Bubbly.’

He took the Bubbly.

Karma made its way back to him when he decided to tag along with Ghost to come help with her clogged sink. He was stuck with having to do the job considering Ghost’s wide shoulders kept him from being able to fit underneath the tight space. Drink the one thing off limits? Enjoy the clogged sink.

Receipts and an empty protein shaker fell out as soon as she opened the passenger door to his truck. “Pinche basura…” Andra picked up the shaker and chucked it back in and shoved the receipts in her pocket to toss when she went back inside. The glove box wasn’t any better, but she managed to find the adjustable wrench he needed.

A plastic bag with an array of colorful gummy bears sat in the cupholder of the center console, and it caught her eye. She fisted a handful of the candy with a snicker before closing his truck up with the wrench in hand. Johnny won’t miss a few gummies, she thought.

She popped a few in her mouth as she strolled in, her nose and mouth scrunched at the taste. Sugar free, gross. “Here,” she kicked his boot to catch his attention.

Johnny reached a hand out and took it from her without breaking focus.

Her other hand reached into the receipt-full pocket and threw them in the bin. “You gotta clean out your truck, an avalanche of trash fell out when I opened the door.”

“You offerin’?” Johnny scoffed. “I’m a wee bit busy fixin’ yer sink.”

Andra snorted. “If Ghost can keep his truck clean, so can you.”

“Pissin’ blight, the two of you…” Johnny growled as he struggled to loosen up the pipe.

She continued chewing on another gummy, regretting that she took so many. “I know, it’s a pain in the neck sharing parental responsibilities with Ghost at your grown age.” Her face grimaced at the taste of the gummies once more. “These gummies are ass.”

Johnny grunted as metal clinked on metal, followed by the sound of water hitting the bottom of a bucket. “Which ones?”

Andra swallowed the last bitter gummy she had. “I got them from your truck.”

“You what – agh, shite!” He cursed as he bumped his head while trying to pull himself up from under the sink. “How many did you have?”

Her shoulders shrugged. “Five or six, maybe?”

“Ghost is gonna skin me.”

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Ghost couldn’t leave Johnny alone to handle a clogged sink for more than an hour without getting a message talking about ‘It’s not my fault’. Luckily, he was already on his way back with takeaway and a fresh new six pack of that water Andra likes.

He was relieved to see the house wasn’t flooded, but found the front door open with just the mesh, screen frame keeping the bugs out. His hands were full with the bags, so he used his index finger to pull the screen door open and found Andra laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with an open bag of crisps laying on her stomach.

Ghost set down the plastic bags on the coffee table and stepped up to the edge of the couch. “You alright, doll?”

A wide smile spread across her face. “I can’t feel my face, and I see Gilbert Gottfried on the ceiling.”

Johnny rushed to the living room, a guilty look in his sapphire eyes. “Before you wallop me –”

“What happened?” Ghost demanded.

“Andra mistook my edibles for normal gummy bears and helped herself.” He slowly flinched away with every word he said.

A giggle came from the woman that barely took up the length of the couch. “Had to collect the Andra tax for stealin’ my water.” Her southern lilt came out for a moment.

“Christ alive, Johnny.” Ghost oughta grab him by the collar of his shirt and kick him in the ass, leaving him out on the front porch. He was more concerned with Andra to follow up on his promise. Ghost helped her sit upright, taking one hand and supporting her back with the other and set the crisps on the table behind him. “Look at me, sweetheart.” His mitt-sized hands cradled her face between one another.

Her pupils were blown out dilated, the honey brown eclipsed by the void. She giggled once more, her lids barely staying open. “Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.”

Ghost scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “What’s that about?”

“My heart beating faster when you hold me like that.” He couldn’t help himself from grinning at that, and he pulled his hands away from her. “I can feel my nose throbbing.”

“I thought you said you can’t feel your face.” He retorted.

Her smile dropped as her cheeks turned pink. “Then it’s not my nose throbbing.”

“Screamin’ Jesus.” Johnny groaned. “I’ll go unpack the takeaway –”

Ghost shot him a daggered glare when Johnny reached for the plastic bag holding the food. “Keep your recreational substances out of sight next time.”

Johnny disappeared to the kitchen, mumbling something under his breath about how she shouldn’t be taking things that aren’t hers.

Rich coming from him.

“I’ll crack you open one of those waters and bring you your food.” Ghost pushed himself up onto his feet. “You feel like eating?”

Andra slumped against the couch, her lower lip tutted out for a pout. “Can we eat here? I don’t want to get up.”

“Of course.”

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With Andra still high as a kite after a few hours, Ghost made sure to check her pulse every now and then to make sure it wasn’t too elevated. He smacked Johnny upside the head when he told Ghost what dose of THC was in each candy.

Andra didn’t seem like the kind of person to eat edibles every now and then, or even ever. He was impressed with how she handled the effects. He expected her to panic at some point in the evening, but the worst she ever did was separate the ingredients in her shrimp fried rice and ate them all separate.

“Why are you even taking edibles, Johnny?” Ghost asked as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

Johnny answered as he continued to wipe up the kitchen floor. “Helps me sleep, and sometimes I just wannae enjoy the high.”

It wasn’t Ghost’s thing, alcohol was hardly a substance he would have once in a blue moon. That was a different story a couple of years ago, but he decided to call the weekend drinks quits after getting into yelling matches with Johnny a few too many times. And then stopped drinking by himself at home after Price’s detox treatment.

“Where’s the Spotify app?” Andra said out loud in the living room. Ghost found her scrolling through the apps on the large screen in her hand.

Ghost leaned against the doorway. “That’s my phone, doll.”

“Thaaat makes sense.” She made no effort to give back the phone that didn’t belong to her. He could see her downloading Spotify and logging in with her own credentials, and he had no reservations about her being on his device.

Andra stood up from the couch and made her way out the front door. “Come look at the sky with me, I wanna see the stars.”

Ghost stuffed his water bottle in one of the pockets on his cargo pants and went to retrieve a blanket from the hallway closet. He met Andra outside where she was already laying supine on the bed of his truck, leaving the rear gate hung open.

“Let me put this down.” He offered.

Andra sat up and scooted herself to the edge of the trunk while Ghost wrung out the king size blanket and laid it over the hard bed of the truck. She returned to her spot and Ghost followed in suit, lying beside her with his arms behind his head. The temps were dropping, but Andra was unbothered by the chilly air. Ghost enjoyed this kind of weather, cold without a trace of humidity.

“I’m gonna head out now.” Johnny announced as he opened the door to his truck. “The sink is good to go.”

“Thank youuu.” Andra beamed. “Drive safe.”

Johnny’s tires crunched on gravel until it was out of earshot, leaving Andra and Ghost laying beneath the evening sky.

Music was playing at a tolerable volume from his phone on top of the metal toolbox above their heads, coexisting with the sound of chirping insects off in the distance. The sky blushed pink and orange hues off on the horizon; it wouldn’t be long before the sky went dark.

“When I first moved out here,” Andra started, “I would come out here and lay under the stars. Out here, I can see so much more than when I was in the city. I’ve traveled out of the city every now and then when I lived in the states, but it was never like this.”

Ghost hummed in agreement. He’s spent countless nights sleeping under the stars, nights where he could see even more than now. It felt like he was looking at galaxies, so vibrant it was as if he could reach out to caress the constellation’s translucent veils.

Andra turned her head to Ghost, and he glanced in her direction. “Tell me a story.”

He rolled his lips as he thought of one. “When I was out in Urzikstan in 2019, I had gotten lost with my squad in the sand dunes one night. One of the locals a few days prior to this told us not to follow the north star if we ever got lost, the desert played tricks on its victims and send them in circles until dehydration or the steep temperature drop would take them.

“The local told us ‘Follow the Andromeda constellation, she won’t betray you’. She didn’t, and we found our way back with the rest of our company.”

Ghost was about to point up to the sky when Andra beat him to it, aiming directly to where the formation of stars that comprised the Andromeda. “That’s the constellation I was named after,” she giggled to herself, “That’s so wild.”

Ghost lifted his head and looked at her.

“My dad named me Andromeda, and my youngest brother Orion. He was kind of into space stuff if you couldn’t tell.”

Ghost chuffed. “You don’t say." The warmth of her hand was electrifying, but he didn’t pull away. She just let her hand rest over his, each digit laying over his. Ghost returned his gaze to the twinkling stars of Andromeda. His fingers interlaced with hers, holding a piece of his own constellation that brought him here in this moment.

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one hit is all it takes ; k.gyuvin

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CHAPTER 2 ! my opp (not real)

word count ! 600 something words

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“. . .It was pretty funny Gyuvin,” Ricky admits, a small grin on his face.

“He’s right, I almost shit my pants laughing,” Gun Wook agrees before quickly covering his face to hide the giggle coming up. Ricky and Gun Wook stood around Gyuvin’s bed giggling at the aftermath of the attack.

“Stop laughing, right now. I’m injured because of her!” Gyuvin exclaims, holding his sprained wrist up. “Look I even have to wear this stupid brace now!”

“Uhm, Gyuvin i’m pretty sure you only sprained your wrist because of the way YOU fell, not because she hit you in the face,” Ricky says.

“Well she HIT me and I FELL which is cause and effect, and she is the cause,”

“Why’d you get so smart suddenly?” Gunwook teases “Did getting hit rearrange your brain?”

“Get out.” Gyuvin deadpans.

“We’re sorry Gyuvinnie, please don’t kick us out, we’re your best friends,” Gunwook says cutely. Ricky giggles before the curtain opens up revealing Zhang Hao and Hanbin.

“Gyuvin! I heard about what happened from Woongki, are you okay?” Hanbin, nice as always, asks.

“No. I hate l/n y/n”

“Woah, now that’s strong”

“Is she your opp now?” Ricky asks.

“Yes. Yes she is. She is my number one opp, number one on my opp list, my forever opp, my only o--”

“I think we get it, Gyuvin” Zhang hao interrupts “Also last year didn’t you--”

“NO!”

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y/n's pov

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“The fuck?” You say, looking down at your messages with Hao.

“What?” Ni-ki asks.

“Zhangho says Gyuvin called me his opp and added me to his opp list?” Ni-ki burst out laughing.

“Wait he what?” Your best friend Yunjin asks. NI-ki continued to cackle in the background.

“He said I am his number one opp,” you deadpan. Yunjin giggles with Ni-ki.

“What???” She asks through laughs. You glare at your friends.

“Guys this actually isn’t funny, I am genuinely 100% embarrassed about this incident. I want to shoot myself and die in a hole. Do you know the amount of those beefy sport guys came up to me this morning saying ‘nice shot’?!” You exclaim. The giggles continue.

“I hate all of you, I’ve had enough,” you say, getting up from your lunch table.

“No come back pls, y/n we love you,” Yunjin pleads jokingly “we love our little sniper, our little cutie patootie, our little handball champion--”

“Our bestest friend with the nicest shot!” Ni-ki adds on, cackling as you stand up. “Are you gonna run again?”

“I hate you, we’re not friends anymore. This friendship? Over. Gone. Our years and memories? Gone. Fuck you both,” You dash away from your friends’ never-ending teasing, cursing as you run, again.

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Gyuvin had decided to take advantage of the nurse's office and lay stagnant in his little corner of the room. His tall, lanky legs practically were off the bed, yet that didn't stop him from lying awkwardly sideways. Although he didn't miss the teasing, he did miss the loudness his friend's brought and wished that they would come back. Ew when did I get so sappy nevermind, Gyuvin thinks to himself. Turning around to face the wall, Gyuvin's ears turn red at what Hao had implied earlier in the day before quietly muttering to himself, "She's still pretty though. . .ugh fuck"

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last year or something!

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a/n nah cause i feel like this chapter is ass it feels incoherent. watch me rewrite it. . . or maybe i alr am. . .haha. . .uhm rewrote it i feel much more satisfied

+ anyways let me know your thoughts, sorry for the late update. finals are coming up and i will not risk failing. summer i will be more consistent trust 🙏

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Lifetime Supply: Chapter 5

(read chapter 4 by gainerstories here)

“Uh, likewise,” Ryan said, shaking Luke’s hand. “I was just, um… wow, is it hot in here?” he said, suddenly wishing he’d left his hoodie in the car. He was starting to sweat. Of course, that hoodie was the only thing disguising his bulging love handles… without it, Ryan’s increasingly rotund body would be on full display.

“I’m fine,” Jason said, eyes darting around the room. He seemed to look everywhere but at Ryan.

“It is a little warm,” Luke said. He smiled. “How do you two know each other?”

Ryan had spent enough time on the phone with this guy to know that voice well. This was definitely the same Luke. Adesco Luke, who knew more about Ryan’s food preferences than Ryan himself. “Oh, Jason and I—”

“We went to high school together,” Jason cut him off. “We both did track.”

Ryan tried not to scowl. “And then we dated for a few years,” he pointed out. “And we actually met in AV club, while I’m setting the record straight.”

Jason flushed, and Luke gave his boyfriend a sidelong glance. “Oh, you’re that Ryan! It’s great to finally put a face to the stories.”

So you haven’t forgotten about me, Ryan thought. “Good stories, I hope,” he said, taking a much larger sip of his rum and coke than he’d intended. He kept waiting for some comment from Luke, some indication that the hunky brunet knew who he was.

“Of course,” Jason said. He sounded defensive, and Ryan cringed. God, this was torture. “I’ve told Luke about our hiking trips, the runs we used to go on… Oh, look, there’s Ivan. We should go say hi.”Jason gestured across the room.

“Oh! Sure,” Luke said, no doubt sensing the tension. “Well, it was lovely to meet you, Ryan. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Ryan cleared his throat. “Yeah, totally,” he said. Jason was already walking away.

Ryan checked out both men as they walked off. Luke’s great legs led up to an even more delicious ass… Jason certainly liked a good bottom. As he checked out their broad shoulders and defined lats, Ryan thought about Jason’s last comment. Was he hinting that Ryan could stand to start running and hiking again?

Racked with frustration and confusion, Ryan decided it was time to go home. The only guys at the mixer who were his type were already taken. He drained his drink and met Ahmed on the dance floor. “I think I’m gonna head out,” he yelled over the music.

Ahmed was pressed up against a petite twink in a crop top and harness, and Ryan knew his roommate wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. “Okay, see you later!” he yelled back.

Ryan could feel Jason’s eyes on his increasingly beefy backside as he slipped out of the venue. He felt relieved to be out in the cool night air, and he realized how much he’d been sweating as he started his walk home.

Regretting not getting a couple of falafel wraps for the road, Ryan’s eyes lingered on the Dairy Queen as he passed. I shouldn’t, he thought. And then he did.

His stomach was packed with ice cream and milkshake by the time he got home, and his anxiety was soothed by that pleasant, overfull feeling. He stripped off his clothes, awash with relief as he let his stomach hang out over the waistband of his undies. He wasn’t hungry—in fact, he was more than a little stuffed, and very bloated—but he ripped into a box of snack cakes as he sprawled out on his bed and fired up his laptop.

Needing to release a little pent-up frustration, Ryan loaded up some porn and rubbed one out. But when that moment of blissful release finally came, he was surprised to find his eyes flutter shut, an image of Luke’s perfect legs flashing across his mind.

Okay, what the fuck, he thought, as he shut his computer and started cleaning up. I really need to get laid.

He woke up the next morning surrounded by snack wrappers, his stomach grumbling like he’d just run a 5K. He plodded to the kitchen, giving his belly a little scratch. His heart nearly stopped when he saw a random guy sitting at his kitchen table, but he relaxed upon recognizing Ahmed’s hookup from the night before. This guy was also in his underwear, and Ryan felt a sting of embarrassment at the contrast between their bodies: he didn’t have an ounce of body fat, while Ryan’s gut poured over his waistband, wrapping into a pair of love handles that forced the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs to fold over. He tugged on his underwear, conscious of the way his ass fat was pulling fabric away from the front, and the way the leg holes were cutting into his chubby thighs.

“Good morning!” the pretty boy chirped, totally unbothered by Ryan’s half-naked state. “I’m Cory, you must be Ahmed’s roommate!”

This guy was practically vibrating with energy, and Ryan tried not to sigh when he realized that he’d probably be seeing a lot more of him. Cory was just Ahmed’s type. “Ryan,” he grumbled, as he made his way to the fridge and retrieved a pack of bacon.

Ryan’s prediction was correct: Cory became a regular presence around the apartment, and a very loud one, considering the headboard-shattering zoo noises that emanated from Ahmed’s bedroom whenever he appeared.

Ryan had hoped that Cory would at least put a dent in some of the Adesco boxes, but he never seemed to do more than nibble on whatever snack Ahmed picked out. Which meant that most of the processed snacks were still making their way into Ryan’s gut, and adding to the padding around his gut, hips, and thighs.

About a week after the mixer, Ryan got a phone call from Adesco. He was in the middle of an assignment, but decided to take a break and answer it. “Hello?” he said, through a mouthful of snack cake.

“Hi there, this is Luke, your Adesco customer service representative. I was wondering if you had time to give some feedback on your latest delivery?”

Ryan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was reminded of his father’s advice: there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Sure, he was up to his neck in “free” snack food, but he felt more like a guinea pig than a prize-winner. Or maybe just a regular pig, considering how well-fed Adesco was keeping him. “Yeah, sure.”

Luke went through a list of questions: rate this on a scale of one to ten, any feedback on this new item, and on and on. “And how are you finding your experience overall?” Luke asked, finally.

“My… experience?”

“Have you been enjoying your Adesco prize packages?”

Ryan looked down at his stomach, which now pooled out noticeably into his lap. He laid a hand on his chest, which had softened and grown alongside his belly. “Ah, yeah. A little too much, to be honest.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve put on a good 30 pounds, at least. Maybe 40, if I’m honest.”

“Huh,” Luke said. He sounded… interested? Ryan could hear his breathing quicken through the phone, and he decided to keep going.

“Yeah, I’m kind of blowing up over here,” Ryan said. “I mean, I’ve tried to pace myself with all the snacks, but they just keep coming, you know?”

“Right,” Luke said. “So, you’ve been eating most of them yourself, then?”

Ryan smiled, trailing his hand along his stomach. “Yeah, definitely. My roommate helps a little, but I’ve kind of been making a pig of myself these past few months. I’ve had to size up my wardrobe a few times, and, to tell you the truth, I can’t see myself slowing down as long as these boxes keep coming.”

“Oh. Uh. Okay,” Luke said. “Tell me more about that.”

Ryan bit his lip. That sounded more like a comment from a therapist than a customer service rep. You wanna hear all the gory details, Luke?

“Well, I mean, I’ve always liked to eat,” he said. He started to lay it on thick. “But I’ve been getting a little out of control lately. Like, I’m always snacking on something or other. I can’t help myself, really. If I see some of those chocolate half-moons or a bag of kettle chips, it’s like… one second it’s here, then it’s gone, you know? And it’s been going straight to my ass.”

A sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. “Huh.”

Ryan continued, still smiling to himself. He started kneading the ring of fat around his waist. “I was never what you’d call fat, before. My ex and I used to run a lot. But my weight has started to become a… bit of a problem, recently. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you guys are trying to fatten me up.”

“Oh, I’m not—I don’t—Adesco takes health and welfare very seriously,” Luke said. Ryan stifled a chuckle. He could tell Luke was getting flustered.

“Of course,” Ryan said. “But, you know, it’s starting to get a little obvious. This much weight is kind of hard to hide. I was out at a mixer last week, and I ran into my ex. I think it kind of freaked him out, seeing how chubby I’ve gotten. Like, ‘what happened to Ryan?’ It wouldn’t have been so awkward if he hadn’t been with his new boyfriend, who’s a total hunk.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment. “I’m sure your ex wasn’t freaked out.”

Ryan hesitated. He’d been expecting Luke to finally come out and admit that he’d been at the mixer, and that they’d met. He pressed on: “Eh, he can be a little judgmental. He’s kind of a hardbody. And like I said, so is this new guy. I’m sure he was shocked that Jason ever dated a guy like me.”

More silence. “Who knows,” Luke said, finally. “Maybe he’s… more open-minded than you realize.”

Ryan didn’t know what to say to that. Another moment passed, and Luke spoke again: “Well, thank you again for your feedback. We truly appreciate you taking the time to give us your honest opinion, and we’re thrilled to hear that you’ve been enjoying our products.”

I’m sure you are, Ryan thought with a smile.

“We’ll be sending another box, as a thank-you for taking the time to complete this survey. And as always, please don’t hesitate to reach out with any comments or concerns.”

They said their goodbyes, and the call ended. Sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand, mostly naked, Ryan was surprised to notice that he was sporting a bit of a boner.

True to their word, another box arrived on Ryan’s doorstep by courier a few days later. And true to Ryan’s word, he had a hard time controlling himself: he snacked night and day, tearing into package upon package of sweet, salty, greasy snack food.

Eating big had become part of Ryan’s lifestyle. He used to eat to live, but now, he lived to eat, spending his extra money on weed and then satisfying his munchies with bag after heaping bag of takeout. All the free snacks had freed him up to spend money on other things—usually more food. And with his sedentary lifestyle, the pounds were really piling on.

His gut was getting noticeably larger with each passing month, while his round, juicy ass and chunky thighs were putting increasing pressure on even his loosest pants. He started getting used to ill-fitting clothes, hiding his unbuttoned pants under a belt that he’d poked holes in to accommodate his added bulk.

Ahmed and Cory were totally nonjudgmental, but neither was much help when it came to the regular deliveries of fattening treats. As the winter wore on, Ahmed kept up his bulk, but he started talking about shifting to a cut before spring. And his regular trips to the gym made his growing muscles more noticeable than his still-expanding belly. Cory, meanwhile, hadn’t gained a pound, although he turned out to have a real talent in the kitchen: it seemed like whenever they smoked a bowl, Ahmed and Ryan lazed on the couch while Cory retreated to the kitchen to make spaghetti, or brownies, or some other rich fare.

Ryan knew his weight was steadily climbing. It was hard to ignore, given the way he found himself bumping into things with his fattened butt, or fighting with every item of clothing in his wardrobe. But he didn’t realize just how much fat he was packing on until well into the winter semester, when he noticed Ahmed’s scale on the bathroom floor. With a nervous sigh, he figured it was time to assess the damage. Just how fat am I?

#weight gain #male weight gain #gay #gaining fiction #gainer stories #realistic gain #belly #bhm #lifetime supply

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spacedace · 1 year

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Next chapter of Foundling at the Door is 7k words long and not done yet but I refuse to extend the chapter length again so it's just gonna be a beefy fucking chapter yall

#foundling at the door #house of elle #tim and kon adopt elle #clark continues to not have a great bonding experience with his pseudo grandchild #tim and kon are just rh equivalent of that scene from modern family where the little gjrl gets locked in the car #tim: we locked our baby in the car and people are judging us #kon: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!!

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thesovereignsring-if · 1 year

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DEVLOG #1 (08/21/23)

Hi! It's Lili. This is gonna be my first ever Devlog. I'll be posting these biweekly every Monday until I open up a patreon. After that these devlogs will become monthly updates.

Moving on!

Demo: Prologue

The demo is out! You can play it here. I'm overwhelmed with the feedback so far, I was not expecting so many people to play and enjoy the demo. 😭 Thank you very much everyone. I'd love to hear more about players MC(s) and their thoughts as the chapters go along.

With the next update I'll also be going back and adding some more grumpy/stoic replies for the mini-Sieg MC(s) out there who want to be a lil grouchy on their birthday! :)

Chapter 1

Let's talk about Chapter 1 a bit.

Chapter 1 is going through a little shuffle of events and scenes as I flesh out the scenario and the world lore. The more I write, the more beefy and dense it becomes. As of tonight I'm sitting at 15k+ words with a half-finished intro and a middle part that needs some revisions. By the end of it, I expect Chapter 1 to be around 20-30k in words. Nearly double the Prologue!!

I'm contemplating splitting its release into two parts as the final part of Chapter 1 is an explorable location with some lore and new characters. (After Chapter 1, most chapters will be two part releases.)

The end of Chapter 1 will have players make a choice which will take them down one of the two branching routes that will comprise most the first half of Chapter 2. Each route will have you teaming up with another character as your sidekick! I think it will be good fun :D

A few things to expect for Chapter 1:

Meet some Imperial Generals and learn about some recent developments in the Empire.

Choose your educational background.

Have dinner with your mother the Empress.

Catch up in life with one of your brothers. :D

Meet the final two characters of the Main Cast :)

Have some nice dreams. <3 <3

Excerpt: “By rights of succession, all the Vagnyrs should have been put to the blade and Thyra’s whelp would ascend, but our Empress would rather shove a bull’s cock up her ass before she lets Thyra anywhere close to the throne!” Bellerophyn scoffs, “and you really think the rest of the Council would accept that cursed crippled boy as Emperor? If so, then you’re the real fool, Wolfram.”

#TSR Devlog #Devlog #if wip #twine if #Update #the sovereign’s ring

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Another Ch 8 snippet

It's my birthday, i do what I want, so have another section of chapter 8 cuz this one's a bit beefy:

“What in Azil’s shell is this?”

Neither brother knew what they were looking at for a moment aside from massively overgrown shrubs and climbers that had won the battle against whatever was underneath them, the clearing full to bursting with foliage and creeping vines twisting in and out of tree branches and structures of metal and rope that must have served a purpose before the plant Armageddon arrived. Jenn herself seemed perturbed as they arrived at the edge of the leafy wall after a few minutes of trekking through the forest at her behest, one hand rubbing the back of her head confusedly. “Well, it was my training course,” she answered after a moment, Moon feeling more confused than before. “I knew I forgot something when I got home.”

“Training course?” the navy bot inquired. Beside him, Sun kne;t down and grabbed a leaf from the dense cloud of green wrapping around their feet, giving it a gentle squeeze and finding it plush and bouncy.

“Uh, yeah.” Even the human found her words hard to believe for a moment.

“Training for what?”

Casting a glance at the nosey blue robot, Jenn raised a brow. “Well, unlike you I have to actually maintain my fitness levels.” Moon’s eyes glinted brightly at her sarcasm. “Don’t let the overgrowth fool you,” she added on, kneeling next to Sun and pulling a coil of greenery out of the ground with little resistance. “Trusslin is a very fast growing plant, leave it be long enough and it’ll overtake an area in a matter of weeks. I must have forgotten to come trim it back.”

“It’s soft,” Sun commented, adding the data to his collection of plants.

“Ain’t it?” she mused, grabbing another handful.

“Why not just get rid of it?” Moon wondered, tilting his head while studying one of the overgrown structures.

“Cuz it happens that a carpet of trusslin is really great for breaking falls,” Jenn replied, standing up and pressing a leaf against Moon’s face, causing him to lean away. The leaf dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to pick it up and pause, rubbing it between his fingers; the leaves were velvety and gave way slightly, as if they were little pillows of air that had deflated just a tad. “It’s not gonna stop you from eating shekt if you fall from too high, but I’ve avoided quite a few broken bones because of this stuff. Grows like crazy if it’s light enough and forms natural curls in the stems that tangle together like a net. Just, uh…” She waved her hand over the mess. “Gotta keep up on pruning.”

Taking the leaf from Moon, who was done playing with the plant scrap, Sun squished it between his fingers, trying to contain a giggle. “What do you do with the trimmings?” he wondered, lifting the leaf toward his brother’s face, causing him to lean away slightly.

“Uh…” Thinking for a moment, Jenn counted with her fingers. “Compost, fodder, mulch… there’s no nutritional value unfortunately, and it doesn’t taste like anything, but you can dry them and they stay puffy and soft so I like to use the unbroken ones as scrub pads sometimes, otherwise they’re great padding for pillows and stuff.”

Grabbing Sun’s wrist and shooting him a glare when the leaf returned to his personal bubble, Moon snatched it from his brother’s grasp and dropped it out of reach; Sun only grinned mischievously back at him. “So I’m guessing if we want to use this stuff, we need to cull the overgrowth?” he asked as his other hand moved to stop Sun from putting a vine on his head.

“Unfortunately,” Jenn sighed, turning to face them. “I’ll get a bag and my trimmers and be right back.”

She’d barely left their line of sight before something soft came into swift contact with Moon’s temple–or it tried to at least, before he’d snatched it mid-arc, incidentally crushing the object in his hand. Wet grass wasn’t his favorite scent, but that was far less important than the sound of Sun’s amused snickering. “Quit it,” the darker bot warned, catching the quick motion of Sun plucking another leaf from the overgrowth. “What’re you doing?”

In response, Sun tossed the leaf at his face, causing him to swat it away.

“Sun!” Moon took a step toward his brother, intending to stop him from grabbing anything else to mess with.

Pftb.

They both paused, looking down. Moon lifted his foot, revealing a crushed trusslin leaf that had all of the air force out of it suddenly.

Sun choked back a snicker, chest quivering.

Moon bit the inside of his lip to keep back a laugh of his own, how voice warbling as he tried to keep it in. “Sun–Sun that’s not–” A grinding, throaty sound from the golden bot got him to cough a bit, both of them struggling to not laugh at the absurd noise. “Shut up, that–mkh–that wasn’t funny.”

“Yes it was.” Sun’s voice was barely a squeak.

Cheek aching from trying to fight the urge to smile, Moon had to turn away, losing the battle slowly against his own poor humor. “We really are children.”

Doubled over, Sun nodded, trying his best to calm himself down. A thick, fuzzy leaf bobbed in front of him as he exhaled; teal eyes flicked to Moon for a moment, then back to the leaf.

Moon saw the glance. “Do not.”

Sun reached for the leaf slowly, now holding Moon’s gaze with his mouth pressed thin with guilty pleasure.

“Sunrise.”

In a flash, Sun grabbed the leaf and pulled, twisting upright–

–Moon darted, trying to rip the leaf away before anything could be done with it.

#ao3 #free runner au #azil #funny #siblings #security breach au #sundrop #moondrop #writing wip #freerunnermoon #freerunnersun #jenn&co

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