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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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Consider this: slightly chubby office worker bucky and lean, muscular steve who has a huge crush on him.

They work in the same department so Steve is always sneaking him food and rubbing his belly for him. Poor bucky keeps outgrowing his shirts and his pants barely go over his ass anymore but he doesn't wanna stop.

Bucky finally has to work from home when he gets too big for his office chair and his belly is almost constantly hanging out. All thanks to steve, of course.

Hello! I'm sorry for only answering this now, buuuuut this ask made me think of a very specific scenario for some reason? So, I hope you'll enjoy reading this... imagine? ficlet? this is neither edited nor proofread, so I apologize for any mistakes

Alright, I immediately jumped to Bucky working from home because he's outgrown his office chair. Maybe he hit the weight limit, maybe he's just gotten too wide to comfortably fit between the arm rests. Maybe he’s a gainer in this? In any case, he applies to work from home, and they grant him the request (anything to facilitate the kink, right? :D)

Rating: Mature Words: 1638 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Stuffing, Belly Kink, nicknames (pig), allusions to masturbation, mutual pining, maybe slight dub-con (Bucky doesn't know he's unmuted and Steve doesn't tell him right away)

The only requirement is that he has to be "on call" the entire workday. So, the next week on Monday Bucky sits down at his desk at home and logs in to the program his company makes him use for those calls.

And of course Steve picks up. The guy Bucky has had a not so subtle crush on since basically his first day. The blue eyed, blond haired subject of all of Bucky’s dreams, who is also the guy that Bucky has been eating his weight in junk over, because Steve keeps bringing in baked goods and Bucky can never say no to Steve.

On the other end of the call Steve is nervously chewing on his pencil until he finally hears Bucky’s warm voice say “Good morning.” A huge grin appears on his face without him wanting it to, but this is Bucky. So, of course he’s grinning like a maniac.

Bucky is just… Steve had tried to explain it to Nat once, but all he’d gotten out was a stupid “wow”, while grinning the same way he was right now. So, maybe he had a bit of an office crush, it’s normal when you spend 8h a day together, right? Bucky’s video feed is off and Steve is glad he didn’t stupidly turn his own camera on. He was debating it while he waited for Bucky’s call.

“So, do I just do my work, while I stay on this call or…?” Bucky asks when Steve didn’t respond. Steve scrambles out of his daydreams and nods. Then he remembers to actually say “Yes.”

“Alright,” was all that Bucky said and then the little red mute symbol pops up. Steve groans and rubs his hands over his face to get rid of that stupid smile.

“What’s up?” Bucky chimes back in, when Steve yelps in surprise, he adds, “you didn’t mute yourself. I could hear you… being annoyed, I think.”

“Sorry, Mondays.”

“Yeah,” Steve hears something crunching, “though my day has actually been pretty good so far.”

“Are you eating breakfast right now?” Steve looks at the clock—9:03 am.

“Nah, post-breakfast snack. I was craving something crunchy like those pig's ears you brought in on Friday.”

“That just sounds disgusting. Just call it a palm heart or a palmier.” Steve said the name of the pastry in a French accent in an effort to make Bucky laugh and when he did, his heart fluttered with a burst of warmth.

“Well, I’m having some cereal to make up for not having any pastries around.”

“Some?” Steve asked. He sobered quickly at the mention of what Bucky was actually eating, he hated how badly he was hiding his excitement at hearing what Bucky was eating. He’d been “subtly” pushing food on him since Bucky had first started working at the office. Steve doesn’t know a lot about flirting, but providing food seemed like a natural place to start.

Except he’s been stuck there for close to a year now. Every day he’d promise himself to finally ask Bucky out when he brings him one of the pastries, he brought in from that bakery on his way to the office, but when he’s actually looking at Bucky’s face, that lights up when he sees the sugary treat, Steve can never work up the courage and just slinks back to his own desk. And now Bucky wasn’t even in the office anymore.

Because you’ve fattened him up too much, a traitorous voice whispers in the back of Steve’s mind. It not like Steve was forcing Bucky to eat what he brought in, but all those treats right there in the break room surely weren’t helping with Bucky’s expanding waistline. Or those lunches they started taking together, where Steve always suggested they go out to eat instead of sharing a packed lunch in the break room. So, yeah, Steve wasn’t really at fault. Then why did he feel so goddamned proud whenever he saw Bucky’s shirts getting too small and the armrests on his chair digging into his plush sides?

Steve snaps back to reality when Bucky starts talking again.

“Just a bowl-full. Well, this is my second bowl, but cereal is pretty much mostly air, right?” They talk (argue) about what’s the best cereal after that, then what Bucky had for breakfast and then they somehow spend the entire morning talking like Bucky was still in the office and not all the way across town. Bucky refills his bowl twice before lunch rolls around at noon.

“Well, I’ll see you after lunch.” Steve reluctantly leaves his desk.

“I’ll be here!” Bucky calls before Steve takes of his headphones and heads into the breakroom to scarf down his lunch. He knows Bucky will probably only get back on the call once he has to work, but some small part of Steve hopes that if he eats fast enough he’ll get to spend at least part of his break chatting with Bucky.

When he makes his way back to his desk, Steve pops his headphones back on, plops down on his chair and immediately freezes at what he’s hearing. Bucky isn’t muted. Steve is listening to Bucky eat some kind of pasta dish, a very saucy pasta dish from the noises he can hear every time Bucky takes a bite and sucks the spaghettis he missed into his mouth. This is Steve’s personal hell, he thinks, it can’t get any worse than this.

Steve is just about to tell Bucky he’s unmuted when he hears him say, unmistakably, “Fucking pig.” It can get worse.

“Such a fat fucking pig.” Bucky muffles his moan with another mouthful of food. He must be close to finishing his food Steve thinks, then he blushes at realising he knows what Bucky sounds like when he’s getting full.

Bucky’s headphones must be lying on the desk, because they pick up the slide of skin on skin perfectly and Steve leans closer to his monitor even though there isn’t an image. He presses his hands over his headphones to make sure he hears all the little sounds Bucky is making and then he jolts back when Bucky burps loudly.

Steve’s eyes scan the office to make sure no one saw him jumping around on his chair like a scaredy cat, but no one is around. No one is around to see Steve listen very intently to his co-worker eating lunch. Stuffing himself.— Brain.Steve scolds himself, but then Bucky moans again and Steve can’t help but scoot his chair closer. One, to hide his growing erection and two, because logic has left his brain and he needs to get closer to hear better apparently. Steve turns up the volume and then takes his headphones off to make sure it’s no so loud that anyone walking by could hear the sound.

“Fuck, so good,” Bucky groans and Steve can hear his cutlery cluttering onto the desk. He can hear clothes rustling and suddenly the sound of Bucky rubbing his hands over the taut skin of his belly is back. It overtakes the connection for a long moment, that and Bucky’s shallow breathing.

“Best penne and pizza? Yeah, I can believe that.” Steve can hear Bucky’s chair groaning under him. Three suffering clicks from the chair and another pained belch from Bucky.

“If you keep eating like this you’re gonna get fat, Barnes.” Bucky chuckles to himself, “well, fatter.” Bucky exhales heavily, Steve can hear him shift again and his breathing gets heavier.

“Only thing missing is dessert. That’d make a real glutton outta me, not just overeating at lunch, but eating more sugar after,” Steve hears the familiar sound of Bucky popping his button to get comfortable, but Bucky doesn’t stop there, Steve hears the zipper being pulled down too. Steve’s heart skips a beat. Is he gonna—

“Get some feeder to bring it to me, some rich chocolate cake. No, ah, those little cake pops, that— that Steve brought in.” Steve holds his breath when he hears his own name in Bucky’s voice, the emphasis Bucky puts on his name.

“Steve—” He hears a bottle cap being snapped open. Ok, nope, this is too far, Steve decides and reaches for the mouse.

“Oh, my God, Bucky. You’re unmuted!” Steve just about shouts into the microphone. He immediately hears something clatter to the floor and then Bucky swearing.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was just— This isn’t what it looks like. I’m— I was— How long were you listening?” The tips of Steve’s ears are burning and the blush is working it’s way down over Steve’s face.

“A few— just a bit. You said my name.” Steve adds, hopeful, even though Bucky was probably more worried about his co-worker almost catching him jerking off. Listening to him jerk off.

“Great, are we going straight to HR or is tomorrow fine?” Bucky asked resigned.

“How about dinner?” Steve didn’t know where he plucked the courage from, but when Bucky didn’t answer right away whatever ounce of courage had possessed him left just as quickly.

“I’m sorry—"

“No. No, yeah, that’s fine. Great! That sounds good.” Bucky floundered a bit but Steve couldn’t wipe that grin of his face again.

“Tonight?” Bucky added.

“It’s a date.”

#asks #chubby bucky #office au #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #belly kink #stuffing

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 3 years

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 2

Hello there! I present to you, part 2 of my orc x fem!human series!

I still don't know what to name this fic of mine

I should've thought about the title in the first place lmao

Anyways! I'll try updating constantly if I can. Enjoy reading!

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing. Mild violence and mentions of injury.

UD 01/10/21 : CLEANED AND PROOFREAD PROPERLY (hey I did my best)

(reference to the mask she's currently wearing //her hair is still braided// )

Even with the tedious introduction the professor was on about, I couldn’t help but pick up the whispers of my human classmates, and the unmistakable nasty odor they were giving off.

“Hey. Look at that orc over there.”

“Tsk. Beast. Why is it even here—”

“I bet it’s gonna get suspended from breaking someone’s arm.”

“It looks like he’s gonna kill somebody soon.”

Snickers and clicks of disgust went around the group.

The professor shushed them, not quite knowing what they were talking about before he moved on.

I cursed, feeling my blood boil from their words. The orc wasn’t even doing anything! And they slander him like that? I would love to break their fucking ne—

No, damn it! No violence! Mama will go crazy if she finds out I broke someone’s spine. Behave and endure. Remember your training.

...but seriously though, I'm going to fucking snap their legs. Nah, perhaps use pepper spray on their eyes until they go blind, even though the mixture inside my spray bottle wasn’t made to have permanent effects on someone, but it would still cause great discomfort.

I hugged my backpack, the thought of my dusters inside somehow comforting.

I didn’t notice Tai'chi was taking glances at me out of concern while I was imagining how I’d smash those jerks’ faces.

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My mind wandered around the interaction by the gates earlier, and how... contradicting... it was when I entered the building.

Everything passed like a blur as I continued daydreaming about other things, hardly paying attention to what everyone else was saying. Plus it takes a lot of concentration to survive their pungent scents.

A bell rang, bringing me back down to Earth. It was lunchtime already.

Everyone seemed relieved as they started filing out of the area and headed towards the cafeteria. [a/n: Ooh that rhymed] I failed to see the lingering glances of barely masked distaste in our direction.

I glanced at the or— Tai'chi, whom I found out was looking at me already, stunning me at how he stared for a moment before I broke eye contact and stood up, which he also did. I almost fell back down my chair when I scented him.

Wha—

How the fuck did I not smell him before?!

I must’ve focused too much on the awful odor surrounding me that it didn’t register this—

This, oh my God.

To describe it, it was simply so— manly (or is it Orcish?). Like the scent of fresh earth and the warmth of a fireplace in the midst of a cold night. Embers crackling and sending sparks up into the sky.

He doesn’t smell one trace of a beast at all! In fact, I’ve never smelled someone so clean, so pleasant, all the while exuding masculinity, and was that a tad hint of vanilla?

For the first time in a while, I couldn’t place what the feeling was exactly. He simply smells so— good. Which is a positive sign?

I looked up to his eyes once more before I blurted out, probably a little too high-pitched;

“Lunch?”

Seriously? That’s what comes out of your damn mouth?

“I mean, do you want to go grab some lunch? At the cafeteria?” I clarified to sound normal and unaffected, (even when I clearly am).

Was the last part necessary? You’ve broken noses, dealt painful blows like a skilled warrior, but you’re embarrassing yourself.

I was busy reprimanding myself that I nearly missed what he said.

"Sure.”

He straightened up, and I was then faced with the reality of how damn tall he is. Or is it because I’m short? I barely reached over 5 feet, and he is standing there, almost three heads taller than me. Was he hunching for my sake earlier?

Wowie…

I scented a hint of pride, and was that a small quirk of his lips for a second there?

Huh. My mask is a lifesaver, or else he would've seen my jaw dropping.

I followed him out and headed straight for the campus’ cafeteria, all the while trying to converse here and there.

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'Trying’ was not the right word.

Definitely not.

It was surprising, how easy and nice it was to talk to him. I could scent his apprehensiveness when I talked to him at first, but he relaxed not long after I introduced myself properly.

It felt... natural.

I learned that he came from the Northside of the country and moved to the city last year to pursue his dreams and to find a better future for his clan. I also told him about my family and home, along with my reasons for being here, leaving out the… violent part.

“My family and my entire clan wanted the best for me and my brothers. Up in the North, education is… very limited. Although ever since we were young, we were taught everything from our clan’s history, how to hunt for food, what herbs and plants were poisonous, what were medicinal and edible, how to stay alive, survive and so on.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But we were cut off from the modern world. Times are changing, fast. Global warming being a major problem, leaving a huge impact on our living. So, when my clan heard about a school in the city, open to all races, they turned to us, the youth, and we took this chance.”

I looked down and thought about how disconnected the others were, only given the freedom to modern society eight years ago. Eight years is a long time, but I guess it’ll take more than that for everyone to get used to the change. That doesn’t mean they should treat them poorly!

As I realized I’ve been quiet for a while, I shot up and apologized for not replying.

“No, it’s okay. You looked like you were in deep thought. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Y-yeah… I was—”

“Thinking about how the majority of the human race still see us as beasts?”

There was a bit of spite in his voice, although barely noticeable. Or was it because I caught a whiff of it? No one was paying much attention to us while we were walking. But I noticed many of them hastily stepping aside and felt their glares at my back.

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“I could tell from your- I could tell, from the way you frowned earlier when one of those humans said something.”

Oh. He was looking at me that time?

“Frowned? But my mask—”

“It’s easy to tell if you are frowning when your eyebrows scrunch up like that. Believe me, my father does that a lot.”

“Ah. Well. It was just very rude of them. To talk shit about you and your kind like that, as if they were any better. You weren’t even doing anything, and they judge you based on your race. Orcs are civilized and intelligent just like any other, and I don’t understand why there’s still so much prejudice after eight damn years—”

I stopped and restrained the urge to go wild and curse every single human who smelled so foul every time we pass by.

“Sorry. I was...rambling.”

Was I this talkative? Maybe it's because I never had anyone to talk to.

He didn’t reply, which I found strange, so I glanced over at him and saw his eyes wide open and brows shooting up in surprise. It was almost comical.

“Uh, Tai'chi?”

Before he could even utter a word, we arrived at a huge hall where students were chatting and enjoying their lunch. Still, I noticed some humans were giving unkind looks to a gathering of goblins eating at the far left side corner of the cafeteria.

And of course, I didn’t fail to smell that wretched odor coming from a group of girls on my right when we walked in. I also recognized the one who pushed me, (No doubt it was intentional). I had to pinch my nose over my mask just but I could only block out half of it.

Ah shit, this mask doesn’t have proper air filtration.

I groaned as I tried to cut off the noise and thickened scents. For real, I wasn’t expecting it to be this harsh! I could literally smell discrimination and hate in the air!

Fuck. I should’ve worn my other mask. I swear I’m gonna burst if I stay and inhale more of that any longer—

“Pearl, are you okay?”

I groaned again and didn’t reply, busy controlling my sense of smell to even open my mouth. We were standing there like a pair of street posts, blocking a small part of the main entrance. That is if there was a 5ft- tall post. I’m more like that foldable caution sign.

“Pearl—”

“Hey, you there! Freaks! Move out of the way.”

Great. Another awful fucking odor. And what a coincidence! It was the one I smelled this morning!

“Are you deaf? I said—”

He shouldn’t have grabbed my shoulder, shouldn’t have tried to shove me aside, for the second I felt his hand reaching for me, and before Tai'chi could pull me away, my reflexes kicked in.

What did I do exactly? Oh, I simply grabbed that damned arm of his, threw him over my shoulder, and slammed him down on the tiled floor in front of me, finishing a one-arm shoulder throw.

The people in the area halted what they were doing and a short-lived silence came over, broken by whispers.

So much for keeping a low profile.

The guy I just performed basic self-defense on was spitting curse words at me. He was still on the floor, trying not to voice the pain in his back.

“Freak! You’re a monster, aren’t you?! How dare you do this to me. Don't you know who I am?!" he yelled.

Did he mean me or? Either way, what he said was not true.

I tried to calm my anger down and gave him a forced smile, under my mask, and mustered up the voice and tone I always used when I’m annoyed.

But right now, I am pissed.

“Now, dear, fellow, human, what you said was clearly untrue. I am entirely human and this person beside me is an orc. Or were you blinded by your overgrown ego and disgusting attitude to see the obvious in front of you? Surely that must be it. The entrance to the cafeteria is wide enough for two people to not serve as a hindrance to the ones coming in, but still, you chose to try and shove me aside yourself. Well, I won’t apologize but I’ve had enough pushing for one day. And lastly, no, I do not know you and I don’t care.”

I gritted my teeth, my face hurting from smiling forcefully. The cafeteria was quite silent enough all the while and no doubt they heard every word I said.

Fuck.

I twisted around and bolted out of the building.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I blew it! Fucking blew my chance to have a normal college life! Now everyone will think I’m some crazy person and would, without a doubt, avoid me forever.

I was too busy cursing and walking away, planning to hide in a hole for all eternity that I didn’t feel the presence of someone following me.

Without thinking much of where I was heading, my feet led me to a secluded part of the uni. Tall trees lining up before and around me looking like an entrance to a forest, and so I tried hiding behind one. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t notice and detain me or something.

I sat down between the great roots of an oak tree and rested my head on top of my knees as I took deep breaths and listened.

Nature always had a place in my heart. How could it not? When you can hear the chirps of little birds, the soothing sound of leaves rustled by the wind. And the peace that comes with it all.

Not to mention it smells so relaxing.

“Hello there.”

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Haha! What will Pearl do next I wonder, and who is this person who followed her??

Had to cut it off at that part because my dearest self just loves cliff hangers—

And because I wanted to post something as soon as possible.

Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the third part asap.

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

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silentlsworld · 3 years

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Chapter 8 Excerpt: TQIY

EXCERPT FROM The Quarantine in the Year now live on AO3 (also, thought this gif was fitting since our duo is dancing this chapter!)

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Disclaimer: Okay so, now I can say I own a single character. Shannon in this one is mine and for as long as she's here in this world, she will be. I think I'm going somewhere with her and I like it. Everybody else, nah, they ain't mine. Also, the song lyrics ain't mine either.

A/N: So, I posted once already for this period/day but you know, I just sat down and magic. In forty minutes, this was born. Please if you don't know Paramore's Riot album, I recommend listening to it. It was my muse tonight. We go a little harder than I thought and definitely not where I thought I'd end up but here we go. Pt. 2 of the rock n roll festivities. Lemme know what you think!

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Brennan stared in awe at her husband. Booth was playing an air guitar and banging his head around to the beat lip-syncing. While it was totally out of her comfort zone, she couldn’t help but feel connected. An enigma she was certain of it. But as it was many times before, being with Booth did that. Since the beginning. Arguing with him then set her on fire in ways she couldn’t begin to describe. If she were totally honest with herself, she would admit that it had scared her. Never before had she met someone who could irritate her to her last cell but still manage to pull her in oh so close to the point of letting down her walls.

Like her husband, it made no sense, but she was in for the long run. She shook her head. A couple years ago she was certain that she would never be able to give him the 30, 40 or 50 years he wanted. But now, almost seven years later, she was happily married to the same man who had not once given up on them. Yes, it may have seemed so at one point, but Booth had told her that even then, his attempt at moving on was futile a mistake. Temperance Brennan, at this moment in her yoga pants and tank top, hair down was in it for the 30, 40 or 50 years she would get with her husband and she wouldn’t want it any other way. Breaking her out of her thoughts were the lyrics Booth was now lip-syncing to.

We’ll get it right this time …... I’ve gone for too long living like I’m not alive So I’m gonna start over tonight Beginning with you and I I don’t want to run from anything uncomfortable I just need this pain to end right now I’m not going Cause I’ve been waiting for a miracle

“Bones, you okay?”

The music had died down a bit and the current song playing was some kind of acoustic version of what she assumed was a very upbeat, jump around and scream song.

“Yes, of course… I’m-I’m more than okay Booth.”

“Okay, you wanna join me? It’s actually very therapeutic. You know? Just getting it all out.”

“Yes, I can imagine although I am quite positive, we’ll both need a shower after.”

“Well, how’s about we sweat it all out now and then clean each other in the shower?” Booth’s eyebrows shot up in a mischievous waggle. Throwing her head back laughing, Brennan shook her head at her husband’s very non-subtle way to seduce her.

“Oh Bones! Here’s another headbanger!”

Booth began again.

Oh no I just keep on falling And where’s hope, when misery comes crawling? With your fate, you’ll trigger a landslide And kill off this common sense of mind

“Oh I love this song!” Brennan cheered getting into the groove of just letting her body loose.

“You do? Bones, I didn’t know that.”

“Yes, I was out of state working with a colleague of mine on a research project. It was very… The subject matter hit close to home as it dealt with identifying bone remodeling on victims of abuse. Most of the case study came from children in the foster system.”

Booth now intrigued had paused the music momentarily to listen to Brennan.

“There were a few remains we were studying and a few children who were alive that we interviewed. One of the girls… Shannon was her name. She was a teenager. Similar start in the system like I had and the few homes she had been in prior to being rescued had been abusive. Very abusive. Anyways, I was working with her because I couldn’t explain it at the time, but I felt drawn to her.” Drawing a shaky breath, Brennan reached out to hold on to Booth. Something she did now when she needed to feel grounded.

“She and I worked together for days talking about her story. One day, I went by the shelter she was staying in to take her out to lunch. I went up to her room and this was the song she was listening to. On repeat. When I asked why, she said it gave her hope. It helped her acknowledge that any day might be the end, that her life was difficult, but she had a purpose. She was born for this and she would live like it… like any day was her last. She wanted that chance to do so. To live like every day was her last by choice instead of wondering if it would because of her reality. Given the injuries she had sustained, and from what I saw on her x-rays, that may have well been the case when she was in those homes.”

“What happened to her after that?”

“Well, that day, I danced around with her a bit and we got lunch came back to her place and danced around some more. I helped with homework and she got me a copy of the song so I could listen to it. She got adopted. At the end of the study, there was a couple who couldn’t have children and had wanted a teenage daughter to care for. They came, met Shannon and adopted her.”

“That must have been great for her.”

“Yes, it was. It was also quite emotional to see her go. I had helped her pack and get her stuff together. She left me with a copy of the song and a picture we took together. Every day, at least once a day, I would listen to it and think of her.” Brennan smiled softly; her eyes distant remembering the curly-haired young woman she had befriended years ago.

“Do you know where she is now?”

“Yes, she’s living in New York I believe. She had moved to California with her adoptive parents. We stayed in touch. Via email mostly. She would send me essays to proofread for her, reach out about questions in general about life after the system. She graduated in the top ten of her high school class. She was fourteen at the time when I met her. She then went to Boston University. Majored in linguistics and writing. She works for the New Yorker I believe and teaches part-time at NYU.”

“She made something of herself. Just like you did.”

“Yes, she did.”

“Do you still talk to her?”

“Every now and then. She considers me a mentor, although our relationship is more reminiscent of an older and younger sister duo.”

“I’d love to meet her one day.”

“I think we can set that up. I’ll email and set up a video call. I’d love to catch up with her also. It’s been a while since our last correspondence.”

“You know Bones, I’ve told you this before but seriously. People don’t give you enough credit for that heart of yours. It is beautiful baby. As are you.”

“Booth…” Brennan ducked her head shyly at her husband’s praises.

“Well, this is for Shannon.” Lifting the remote, he turned on the song again and they both danced their hearts out. Booth for the huge heart and life his wife had been born for and Brennan for the life she realized she was born for.

Say this with me go We were born for this (We were born for this) We were born for this (We were born for this) We were born for, we were born for

Brennan hopped up on the couch and banged her head, throwing her fists up singing rather than lip-syncing.

Everybody sing Like it’s the last song you will ever sing Tell me, tell me can you feel the pressure? Everybody live Like it’s the last day you will ever see

And that they did. On the couch, on the floor, jumping around the entire floor. Booth and Brennan danced as if that night were their last and when the music continued, so did they. Only stopping to grab beer from the fridge and even then, they were so pumped they couldn’t stop the dancing. Then they drank for the hurt, pain, detours and chaos they had and were dealing with.

Why do we like to hurt so much Oh why do we like to hurt so much That’s what you get when you let your heart win

When they had danced for another hour, they let their heart win for the night. Retiring to their bathroom, they gently washed each other cooling off. Gentle touches turned to passionate moments of love declarations only to then end in them dancing together in a way they had perfected over the years they had been together. Silent pleas, approvals and encouragements. Hands covering the others screams only to remember that there was a thunderstorm scheduled that night. Noise was warranted and indulging in a laugh together, foreheads pressed together, limbs a tangle in sheets, they proceeded to create their own thunderstorm.

A storm so beautiful, so fragile, passionate, life-giving and breathtaking. It was an enigma like them. To Temperance Brennan and Seeley Booth, it was a storm they would live in and would make last forever unwilling to force their eyes to see the end.

#bones fanfiction #booth x brennan #bonestv #excerpts from my writing #Seeley Booth #Temperance Brennan

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fearfulkittenwrites · 4 years

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“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Summary:Duke runs into trouble during his daytime patrol, and ends up needing some back up. The resident over-productive insomniac bat picks up the call.

(A little bit of Tim and Duke interaction for a nice tumblr Anon :) I hope you like it!)

Link for it on AO3, if you prefer it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25963561

TW: Mentions blood and injuries. Also gangs, but not for long. Nothing too graphic.

Word count: 2345

Notes: Hello! Once again, I don't know much about Duke (or Tim tbh, I know more about Dick, Damian and Cass when it comes to the batfam), so I hope I didn't butcher the characterization! I really love him as a character, and the more I read on Signal, the more I fall in love with him.

“Uuuh, guys?” Duke said into his comm, watching as a car was thrown over his head and crashed into a building “I think I’m gonna need backup. Is anyone available?”

“On my way.” A voice answered.

Duke wasn’t sure on which of the boys it was; telling their voices apart was hard in normal situations, but with the chaos that had just been unleashed on the streets of Gotham, it was damn near impossible. Oh well. He had bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

Such as the gang who had brought a meta human to a gun fight.

The Signal turned around, looking at the man, about the size of a trailer. He had to crane his neck to stare at his face.

“Man,” He sighed “Why can’t I have one normal patrol?” He dodged the meta’s fist as it smashed through the asphalt, opening a hole next to where the hero was standing “Just one. One normal day, is that too much to ask?” He climbed the man’s arm, trying to reach his neck and hold him down, but soon felt a big hand grabbing his thigh “Fuck. Bad idea.”

The meta lauched Signal to the nearest brick wall, before roaring and flipping over a bus. Duke hoped it was empty. He let his head drop, helmet knocking on the floor with a small ‘tick’, and breathed heavily, trying to recover. He groaned in pain, and the hit must’ve turned his communicator on, seeing as his backup became a little worried.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening? Where are you, Signal?” Red Robin’s voice came through the comm. Duke saw his brother looking for him as he glided to the ground.

“Over here.” He answered, raising a hand.

“Found you.” He said, smiling “Tired already, Signal?” He teased, landing next to him.

“You try being tossed into a wall the next time.”

“Been there. Not fun.” The hero offered him a hand “Here.” Tim helped him up, pulling him into a quick greeting hug “You alright there, bro?”

“Yeah.” Duke stretched his back “This armor is pretty good, huh?”

“Of course it is, I taught Batman all I know.” They both laughed at that “But seriously, that looks like a major hit. Do you need to head home?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Besides, I don’t think you could do this alone anyways.” He teased.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tim pushed him away slightly “So, tell me what’s going on.”

“Two gangs had set up a gun fight. Reasons behind it are unclear. One of them had a meta under their belt, but things got a little out of hand, and now...” He pointed at the scene as the big guy kept throwing things around “Now we have a very angry, not very chatty, huge meta trashing around the neighborhood.”

“And the gangs?”

“Bolted.”

“Classic.” Red Robin grunted, turning his bo staff around “Let’s go.”

They rushed into battle.

“Hey, ugly!” The Signal yelled, making him look at his direction “Won’t you tell us your name?” The guy roared again “Okay, fine! Come and get it then!”

The man was slower than both of them, giving Red Robin more than enough time to hit him over the head with his staff as Duke distracted him. He barely stumbled, turning around angryly. Tim raised an eyebrow, evading his random punches easily and using his staff to try and poke at his face while Duke wrapped a disconnected eletric cable around his neck, forcing him down.

“Yeah, bet you’re not so glad you knocked down those eletric posts now, huh?” The Signal teased, grunting from the effort as the guy trashed around. Red Robin grabbed one end of the cable, and with both of their strenghts, they managed to knock down the other guy.

“Good thinking.” Tim complimented, tapping on his yellow partner’s back, shallow breaths coming from his mouth.

“Thanks.” Duke’s breathing was the same as his “I think I might need to go home now.”

“Yeah.” Tim huffed out a laugh “The cops are on their way. Let’s tie this big guy up and roll.”

...

Duke hissed as he inspected his bruises in the mirror, pulling off his armor. They didn’t seem as painful as they felt; his dark skin hid the bruises pretty well, but the pain was definetly there.

“Hey, Duke are you...” Tim knocked on his door, entering his bedroom, getting a clear view of his brother in his batroom. He still had his Red Robin uniform on “Nevermind. You are bleeding from your back.” He pointed.

“I am?” He asked, trying to twist his body so he could check it, but the movement stretched the wound, sending a piercing pain through his body. He supported himself on his sink.

“Okay, bad move.” Tim said “Hang on, let me help.” He walked towards the boy, grabbing a towel and putting pressure on it “You might wanna sit down.” He leaded him to the toilet, and Duke rested his head against the wall. Tim sat on the floor.

“How did I not notice it?”

“It’s the adrenaline.” Tim explained “Don’t beat yourself up over it. I passed out from the blood loss once, not even realizing I had a huge wound on my thigh.” He laughed.

“That’s a little terrifying, man.”

“Eh.” He shrugged “You get used to it.” Duke let out shaky breaths, in pain “Just a little longer, okay?” Tim tried to comfort his brother.

“Yeah, alright.” Duke grunted, grinding his teeth.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay.” Tim shushed him as he applied a little more pressure “Juuust need to stop the bleeding... Almost there...” He whispered, stretching out some words.

“You don’t have to baby me, Tim.” Duke laughed.

“I’m sorry. I’m not exactly great at this.” Tim said “I’d call Dick, but he had a rough patrol last night and is currently passed out.”

“That’s good. He hasn’t slept properly in days.” Duke hissed in pain again “But what about you? Did you get any sleep?”

“Ahm... I had coffee.”

“That’s not the same.”

“I know.” Tim sighed “But I had stuff to do.”

“Still, you need to rest.”

“Hey, be thankful that I was awake!” Tim said “If I didn’t had to finish that essay, no one would’ve picked up your call.”

“Yeah, okay.” Duke laughed “Thanks for the help.”

“It’s nothing.” Tim dismissed, smiling “I was just being an ass because I know that you’re right. I just really hate having to sleep, y’know? I could do so much with that time.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Duke nodded.

“Okay, you stopped bleeding.” Tim said, pulling the towel away “But I think you might need some stitches.”

“Damn.” Duke whispered, forehead against the cold white tiles on the wall.

“It’s alright. I can do that for you.” He offered “Again, I’m no Dick, but I can make a decent suture.”

“You sure?”

Tim huffed in disbelieve.

“Yes I’m sure I can make a decent suture!”

“No,” Duke chuckled “I mean as in are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Oh.” Tim blinked “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He got up, taking Duke’s first aid kit from his cabinet “You’re my brother.”

Duke swallowed.

“Yeah,” He murmured “I keep forgetting that.”

Tim laughed a little, picking up a washcloth and soaking it in water.

“That’s alright. It took me quite a while to get used to this, but...” He kneeled, using the soft cloth to clean around the wound, trying to get most of the blood out “Once you do, it becomes natural. Trust me.” He ran more water through the towel, wringing the blood out and getting it wet again, repeating the cleaning process “I know this is uncomfortable, sorry. I’m almost done, I swear.”

“Uhum.” He grunted, nodding.

Tim got up again, picking up an antiseptic spray.

“This might sting a little too.” He warned as he applied the solution to the wounded flesh “Okay, that should do it.” Tim went over to the sink one more time, picking up an anesthetic cream “I’m not trying anything injectable because I’m afraid of messing with those. But trust me, this one helps just fine.”

“Alright then.” Duke felt his brother’s fingers moving around the wound, spreading the substance on his skin.

“Let’s wait a little for the effects to start, and then I’ll stitch you up.” Tim sat down behind him, the needle ready.

“Hey man, thanks for doing this.” Duke said “I didn’t mean to be a trouble, but...”

“No. Shut up.” Tim scolded him “You’re my little brother and I take care of you. You’re no trouble Duke.”

The teen swallowed, looking at his own reflection in the shiny wall.

“Well... Thank you anyways.”

“You’re very welcome. But don’t act like this is anything but normal.” Tim answered.

“I mean, I think having a cut on your back from being tossed around like a rag doll by a man twice the size of a regular human isn’t exactly normal.” Duke chuckled.

“Considering the family you’re in now, this is entirely too normal.” Tim laughed with him “Worryingly so.”

“What were you going to ask me when you came in here?” Duke said.

“Oh.” Tim blushed a little “It’s kinda silly compared to this. I’m gonna start the stitches by the way.”

“I’m sure it’s not. And yeah, go ahead.”

“I just... I know that you really enjoy reading and you are really intelligent, so I was wondering if you could proofread my essay for me? You don’t have to, of course, but considering how I wrote it during a caffeine induced high...” He cut himself off, starting to sew his brother shut.

“Of course I can.” Duke said “When do you need to turn it in?”

“... Today. In like, five hours.” Tim blushed.

“How many pages?”

“Seven.”

“Okay.” Duke nodded “I can do that.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Duke smiled.

“Alright, I’m almost done, I swear.” Tim said “By the way, I won’t put any bandages now because I know you’ll take a shower, but don’t try to do it on your own, okay? Head over to my room and I’ll do it for you. Otherwise, you might tear up those stitches and I will get pissed.”

“Fine.” Duke laughed.

“That’s it.” Tim looked at the suture “I think it might be my best work.”

“Thanks dude.” Duke got up “I’ll head over to your room in five.”

“Thanks.” Tim smiled, leaving the room.

Duke carefully examined the stitches in the mirror. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Tim had done a great job, but seeing yourself in such a state is unsettling. At least it was on his back, which made it harder for him to set his gaze upon it. It wasn’t all that big, and he hoped that he’d heal quickly as he hoped in the shower.

A little while later, he made his way to Tim’s bedroom, wearing black sweatpants, carrying an orange t-shirt in his hand.

“Hey,” He knocked on the open door “I hope this isn’t a problem, but everytime I tried to put on a t-shirt the stitches pulled in a weird way, so can you help me with that too?”

“Yeah, sure.” Tim answered from his computer. Duke noticed he still had his gear on “Come in, sit on the bed, back turned to me please.” He rolled away in his chair, picking up his own medical kit and an ice pack that he tossed in his brother’s direction “For the bruises on your torso.” Duke sat down as instructed, pressing the ice against his collarbone and shoulder.

Tim worked silently, spraying more antisseptic and covering the wound with gauze.

“Alright, all done.” He said “Listen, you must be tired.” Tim started “You don’t have to do this, you can go rest. I’ll be fine.”

“No man, c’mon. You said it yourself, we’re brothers.” He got up, leaning over Tim’s desk “It’s no trouble at all.” He began reading through the pages. Duke didn’t understand exactly what the essay was about, but he was able to pick up on some minor mispellings and fixed some hard to read sentences.

“-tt-” Damian clicked his tongue from the door, examining the duo with cold eyes “Can’t do your own papers by yourself, Drake?” The kid still had his school uniform on.

“Shut up, brat.” Tim answered.

Duke noticed Damian’s expression lacked the usual sparkle. He wondered if it simply meant he was tired or if it meant something else. Something worse. The kid clicked his tongue again.

“Whatever. Where is Grayson?”

“Sleeping.” Tim answered “Why, what do you want?”

“It’s none of your business Drake.” He crossed his arms, leaving.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Duke murmured.

“Eh, could be worse.” Tim said “And don’t worry, the fact that he didn’t insult you means he’s warming up to you just fine.”

“Weird way to show that.” Duke raised an eyebrow.

“He is weird.” Tim shrugged “Pull a chair for yourself, or you’ll be standing for a long time.”

Duke did as he was told. And as he kept picking apart his brother’s work, pointing out his mistakes and explaining to him how to fix those, Duke felt at peace. Like he had some normalcy back in his life, for once. It wasn’t ideal. He still wished his parents could come back to him, still wished he could get back the life he once had, still wished none of what happened had happened.

But right now, he felt good, and he decided to focus on that feeling. Because he had a family. It wasn’t a perfect family. It wasn’t the one that he’d pick. But it was the one he had, and it was one that wanted him. One that appreciated him, and that wasn’t afraid of asking for his help when needed, but also offered him help when he would forget the he needs it too.

For the first time in a long time, the fear of being alone and helpless faded.

It was nothing but background noise in a very loud, love-filled life.

#Duke Thomas #Tim Drake #Tim Drake & Duke Thomas #Tim & Duke #The Signal #Red Robin #hurt/comfort #batfamily #batboys #batbros #BatFam #batman bingo #batman bingo 2020 #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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malecftw · 4 years

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Could you perhaps do a Chance Perdomo x fem!Reader where she’s in the cast of CAOS and Chance and her become best friends. They both like each other but they think the other person doesn’t like them like that. Plus the whole fandom wants them to get together? I know it’s long srry

A/N: Heyooo, thank you for your request! Hope you like it!

Word count: 1105

Warnings: none, not proofread, just fluff really

You can find my masterlist here X

‘Cut!’ the director yelled straight after you and Chance shared an intense ‘impending doom’ kinda look. Your face softened as did his and he held his hand up for a high five. You quickly obliged and accepted the hug he offered after. ‘We killed that scene!’ He sang into my ear. My giggles filled the set as he slightly lifted me off of the ground. It was kinda our thing after a heavy day of shooting.

He scratched the back of his head after he put you down. ‘Hey, you wanna come back to my place? Me and the boys are getting pizza and are just gonna chill out.’ He didn’t let your bewildered look shake his confidence as you said: ‘Now? It’s 4 AM? What are Ross and Gavin even doing up so late?’ Chance shrugged. ‘4th of July weekend, everyone’s got a couple days off so we figured why not.’

You pretended to think about it, even if you already knew the answer. He saw straight through you but still played along. ‘Pleaaase. It’ll be fun.’ Your stomach imploded with butterflies as he nudged your side.You jokingly rolled your eyes. ‘Fine…’ He fist-bumped the air as his energy went back up, speeding off to the makeup trailer to get all the fake blood off of him.

A sigh escaped your lips as you trailed behind him, checking your phone for the entire walk to the trailer. Sometimes filming for 10+ hours made you feel disconnected from the world. So much could happen during the time you were working. It’s just one of many things you and Chance bonded over during your time on Sabrina.

‘Finally, he wouldn’t shut up about you.’ You were met by the voice of one of the makeup artists as you closed the trailer door behind you. You smirked and looked at Chance’s reflection in the mirror he was sitting in front of, sheepish look plastered on his face. ‘Is that so?’ You teased as you went to sit down, the makeup artist quickly making work of turning you back into yourself, leaving your character on the shelf for the night.

You could hear the laughter and guitar strumming from outside as you saw Ross and Gavin sitting on Chance’s balcony. You immediately had their attention since there wasn’t another soul outside that evening. ‘Your neighbors are going to be pleased.’ You stated, eyeing the two boys that were disrupting the oh so peaceful night. ‘Eh, it’s a new apartment complex, barely anyone’s moved in yet. We’re good.’ You nodded, staying silent.

As Chance pressed the floor number you let yourself fall against the side of the lift, a yawn uncontrollably taking over your features. ‘You know I could just order you something and we can go to bed if you’re that tired.’ You shook your head, waiting for the yawn to end. ‘Nah, when’s the next time we’ll get this much time off at the same time. We should really make the most of it and chill now that we can.’

‘Look what the cat dragged in,’ Ross said smiling at Chance, before looking at you fondly. ‘And you brought in a stray.’ You scoff. ‘Watch who you’re calling a stray Lynch.’ He giggled and fell backward on the couch as you jumped him, completely crushing him under the weight of his guitar and you. ‘Yo, how are you still awake, are you like a vampire or something.’ He joked, readjusting his position so your head was now in his lap and his guitar in the hands of Gavin. ‘You’re on the wrong show buddy.’ He smiled down at you. ‘For now at least.’

‘Right, y/n stop flirting with our costars. What’d ya want for dinner, or breakfast,…’ Chance said, a serious tone evident in his voice as he scoured the internet for restaurants still open that deliver. ‘1. I am not flirting. 2. You pick.’ Chance sighed, trying to hold in his eyeroll. ‘Helpful as always,’ which quickly led to getting a pillow thrown at him.Gavin gave you a glass of water, smirking at both you and Chance. ‘Chance you should really take that as a compliment, y/n never trusts Ross or I to pick her food for her.’ ‘Yeah cause you’re idiots and would mess it up,’ you said as a matter of factly while taking the glass from his hands and sitting up.

‘At least Chance knows what he’s doing.’ Your hands slide over his shoulder after you made your way off of the couch and towards him. ‘Woah you are so tense, you should take a hot shower.’ Chance readjusted his position in the chair and smiled up at you. ‘I’m fine really, just keep rubbing that spot.’ You swore you saw his eyes flash from your eyes to your lips but he played it off well. ‘Well, Mr. Perdomo, if you want me to be your masseuse you should’ve asked my price first.’ You whispered teasingly in his ear. You don’t know if you were overstepping any boundaries but you felt fierce all of a sudden. If things didn’t work out, you could just play it off as being playful.

Chance audibly swallowed, ‘I’ll make sure the right compensation is received.’ His thick, warm accent making its way into your ears, flowing through your veins like warm honey. You’d completely forgotten about the two other boys until a flash went off and pulled you of your moment. ‘Gavin are you kidding me.’Ross was facepalming himself and Gavin turned a whole other shade of red you’d never seen on him.

‘Can I post this, the fandom will go nuts.’

Chance spoke up, voice raspy. ‘Not until I’ve kissed her.’

This made Ross look back up and you look down at Chance in surprise.

‘Well, when are you going to kiss me?’ You asked, still careful to not mess things up.

‘Remember that compensation we were talking about.’

You nodded, too excited, stressed, and infatuated with the man you were facing.Chance took your nod as his cue and he slowly came in closer, lips finally touching after months of fantasizing about it. It was slow, sensual and sweet. He was a damn good kisser which you weren’t surprised about.

The next day when you woke up, your notifications were going crazy. Gavin had left the entire fandom guessing your relationship status after he posted the pic.

You didn’t mind teasing them a little though. After all, things worked out and if they continued to work out, it wouldn’t be a secret for very much longer.

It all worked out.

#ask #request #chance perdomo imagine #chance perdomo x reader #chance perdomo #caos #caos imagine #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #ross lynch #gavin leatherwood

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bomberqueen17 · 4 years

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closing in

So the hospital here is sending a team of volunteers down to NYC, because with their electives all cancelled the hospital is down at about 50% capacity, when usually it’s operating at 110% on any given day, and while that’s important and good and necessary, a lot of the medical staff are understandably stressed and bored and horrified and just want to help. so, participation is entirely voluntary, but they’re assembling a team. my friend isn’t going even though his parents live down there and he’s afraid for them, because well, his family here needs him, and also he’s one of only three doctors in this entire city who can do some of the things he does, so.

Lots of the ones going are young, residents even. They just want to help. And they need help, down there. The problem is, they need equipment too, and there’s not really any to spare.

I wasn’t aware of this but the USS Comfort and the convention center they’ve converted down there are going to both be reserved for non-virus cases. It makes sense, it’s just-- well, if you have a non-COVID emergency in NYC now, you’re going out to that ship in the harbor, godspeed and good luck. (how many babies are going to get born on that thing, imagine it.)

anyway. in other news I read Dealing with Dragons to the kids today-- well, started to-- and they’re not used to having longer things read to them so they’re pretty excited but also confused. I said “oh i’m gonna stop here because the chapter’s not over but this bit of the story is, there’s about to be another thing and I’m gonna save that for later” and they’re like ????? because they’re used to chapter books with like, 300-word chapters. I’m like nah kids, I’m here to Educate you.

We also ran around like total weirdos outdoors for a ridiculously long time. It looked like it was gonna be gorgeous out but then it was precisely the temperature of the interior of the fridge, out there, despite the sun. Ah, March. It’s supposed to be shitty tomorrow so we’re gonna stay inside and bake cookies, there’s no junk food in this house and it’s killing me slowly. Sugar cookies, and then we’re putting icing on them. It’s going to be a disaster and an enormous mess but I’m willing to face it. it’s the least I can do, I’m the Fun Auntie/Godmother/Whatever I am.

I also maybe finished Little Fishie. I gotta proofread and decide if that’s a reasonable ending. I wanted to post it today but it wasn’t done, so. I should stop writing this and go work on those edits. Ok OK bye.

#about the author #that quarantine life

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crazy-little-cool-cat · 5 years

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Hand in Glove - Chapter 21 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I know y’all probs forgot about this, but I haven’t. Life has just been kicking my ASS relentlessly, but I decided to kick its’ ass back and here we fucking are. Took me about 4 months to finish, but it is what is it. Also, I am a bottle of wine and a half down and not sure how this is going to end up, but let’s pray to the gods that Tumblr ain’t gonna fuck shit up. Dropping mic now.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20

Word Count: ~fucktonK. Don’t judge me.

Warnings: the usual? idk. Ben gets quite frisky, I’ll tell you that much. Also not sure how much of this was beta’d or proofread so fucking forgive me father if I have sinned.

The shrill sound of the alarm and Ben's low, gravelly swearing snapped Annie back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open in the soft light of dawn. She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand to shut the alarm off and look through her notifications. Ben stirred behind her, snuggling as close to her as he possibly could.

"Mornin'..." he murmured and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, Benny." Annie smiled when he pulled her in and engulfed her in his embrace. "It's too early."

"Frankie needs a walk." Ben yawned. "And you need breakfast."

"I can do both of those on my own."

"You can," Ben nipped at the curve of her neck, "but I won't let you."

The bedroom door edged open, revealing the tip of a snout poking through. A soft whine alerted Ben and Annie that Frankie had heard the two "magic words" Ben had just said - "Frankie" and "Walk" - and was making her presence known. Ben clicked his tongue three times and Frankie came scrambling onto the bed, her entire body swinging from side to side as her tail wagged. She dove right in to Annie's face, licking and whimpering excitedly.

"Oh God!" Annie shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the assault. Frankie had other plans. With a paw on Annie's shoulder, she tugged at her until she was flat on her back and climbed onto Annie's chest, pinning her down. "No! Stop!"

"Franks, I was actually hoping to be the one to give mum a morning snog..." he grabbed the dog and kissed her nose, earning a few licks for himself. "Aw."

Annie seized the opportunity to sit up and stretch her arms high over her head. She slouched down with a slow exhale and gave Frankie a rub behind her ears. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Ben's Suitcase and duffel bag. She sighed and stood up, scratching her cheek as she marched over to the ensuite bathroom and flicked the light on.

"All done packing?" She asked as she examined her sleepy form in the mirror.

"Mhm." Ben shuffled behind her, pulling his sweats up over his hips. "I know, I'm a freak for doing it a week ahead of time."

"You're a freak for a whole myriad of reasons, Mr. Jones." Annie rolled her eyes and chuckled as she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and then turned to Ben, who waited patiently with his toothbrush in his outstretched hand, nonverbally asking her to please put some toothpaste on his brush, too. "So you're that desperate to leave, huh?"

"On the contrary, my love." He winked at her and squeezed her bum before brushing his teeth.

Annie shook her head with a smile and leaned into his arm, resting her head against it. When they both felt their mouths were foamy enough, they took turns rinsing. Ben decided to finish this morning's ritual with a searing kiss.

"I plan on spending every waking moment that I have left with my girls." He mumbled against her lips before pulling away and walking to the toilet. Lifting the toilet seat up, he pulled his sweats down to his thighs.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're taking a piss when I'm right here?"

"Love, I've watched you give birth." Ben smirked. "Peeing is not half as nasty as that."

"Do you want me to watch you pee, Benny?" Annie smirked back, crossing her arms tauntingly. "Is that a sex thing?"

"Want you to?" Ben pretended to mull it over. "Nah. But if you want to hold it for me..."

"Freak." Annie scoffed and walked out of the bathroom.

"So no?" He called after her.

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated, it was not knowing where time went. One minute she’s shoveling eggs in her mouth in a hurry to leave for work, the next she’s got a baby attached to her boob again and it’s night outside. Annie walked into the bedroom, groggily rubbing her eyes after feeding Rory in the middle of the night. A full moon illuminated Ben, laying sprawled across her side of the bed.

"You stole my spot!" Annie huffed and collapsed onto Ben's side of the mattress.

Ben's arms quickly snaked around Annie and pulled her to him, squeezing her as close as he could to his body. He tucked her head under his chin and mumbled incoherently, wrapping a leg around her as well. Locking her in.

"Ben, I need air!" Annie squeaked against his chest and tickled his sides in a futile attempt to make him move.

"Shh." Ben pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "S'night time. No talking. Just sleeping."

"But oxygen!"

"No," Ben grunted and rolled over, right on top of Annie, careful not to put all of his weight on her. "Imma Human blanket now."

"Hey!" Annie flailed under him before giving up and relaxing, letting his body squish her into the soft bed. "Fine."

"Good girl."

###

Ben sat with Rory on his lap, both looking at the phone with goofy smiles on their faces. He'd just gotten the notification that Annie's series had posted a new story to the Instagram page, followed by a text message that simply said "show Rory".

The story was a boomerang of Annie in full costume, blowing a kiss at the camera lens. The next story was another boomerang, this time of Annie doing 'finger guns' and winking at the camera with her lopsided grin. Rory tried to grab the phone out of Ben's hands, babbling happily.

"So much for daddy-daughter time..." Ben murmured against Rory's soft tufts of blonde curly hair.

While he'd usually spend his day with Rory on Annie's set or with his mates, Ben decided that he needed some alone time with his baby. His departure was mere days away. Although on the outside he was his usual self, internally, he wasn't handling this too well. He knew Annie could sense that and he appreciated her efforts in trying to play it down and pretend everything's alright.

With a sigh, Ben turned the screen off and chucked his phone aside, much to Rory's dismay. She tried to crawl off his lap in pursuit of the device, but was captured and tickled by her father. Ben gently tossed Rory in the air, smacking a kiss to her cheek every time he caught her.

"You know what?" He cooed at Rory, who clawed at his face with her fingers. "We're going on an adventure! You wanna go see uncle Joey and uncle Gwil?"

At the mention of Joe and Gwil's name, Rory squealed. It was so high pitched, Ben couldn't help but blink in awe.

"Did Roger teach you how to do that?"

###

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm absolutely devastated." Joe lamented. "The mere fact that we only have a few days left is just -"

"I was asking Ben." Gwil rolled his eyes, interrupting Joe's rant.

"I'm fine." Ben shrugged and took a sip from his beer. Rory and Frankie played on the floor at Gwil's flat. "Gwil you have to duck, okay? You'll ruin the fort."

"Who's idea was this, again?" Gwil groaned, adjusting the corner of yet another blanket he managed to mess up. "Also, why are we in the fort?"

"If you're going to be grouchy, you can leave the fort, Mr. Lee." Joe stuck his tongue out at the tall man. "No grouchy people allowed."

"I'm not grouchy." Gwil retorted. "Plus, this is my flat, meaning that this is my fort, so I make the rules."

"You do realize that Rory is the actual baby here, yeah?" Ben raised an eyebrow.

###

"How are you feeling?" Mike asked between bites of ravioli during lunch break. "Jonesy all packed?"

"Mhm." Annie sighed and pushed the food around on her plate. "Got his passport extended today, too. Took Rory with him."

"Seriously?" Clara snorted. "He's taking her everywhere?"

"Yep."

"It's sickening." Jamie chimed in. "It's like they're siamese twins."

"Aw," Mikey drawled. "Bet he's gonna miss her terribly!"

"Do you think she'll even notice?" Jamie mused. "She's, what, five months old now? She just figured out she's got hands. She'll be fine."

"She loves her daddy." Annie poked Jamie in his side. "She figured her hands out two months ago, you knob."

"Could've fooled me," Jamie muttered.

"Don't be ridiculous, James." Mike pointed at his co-star with his fork. "She's going to daycare, she'll only see her mama in the early mornings and evenings. She'll notice there's an entire human missing."

"She'll have her uncles and aunties to keep her distracted." Clara winked. "Lucy and I already planned a whole Girls' Day."

"Um?"

"What?" Clara blinked innocently at her best friend.

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"Because you have more work than I do." Clara shrugged. "Gonna do it on my day off, Banana."

"Well, it's just you, Rory and Lucy, then?"

"Well," Clara looked at her plate sheepishly. "And Joe. And Rami. And Gwilym."

"What the actual fuck, huh?" Annie threw her fork down and huffed.

"Hey, you'll get to hang out with these two delicious chunks of mankind all day!" Clara smirked.

"Clearly, the superior chunks of mankind, mind you..." Jamie added, tongue-in-cheek. "We haven't had "us" time in forever, Banana."

"Don't you Banana me!" Annie hissed and turned to look at Jamie. He flashed her his best puppy dog eyes. "Oh, not the face."

"What face?" He feigned innocence.

"You know what face. Don't do the face."

"What," Mikey sighed, mimicking Jamie's expression. "Don't you want to hang out with your own brother and husband?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

###

The next day was an entire mess. It started off well enough for everyone involved, really. It’s during the afternoon when things took a really, really bad turn. Ben tried to contain himself while Rory was napping, but his mind was racing. It was a chill day with "the band", as they now liked to refer to themselves.

None of them gave a second thought to the familiar sound of a notification rang through the living room. Then, it was dead silent for what felt like an eternity.

"Well, then!" Rami was the first one to break the silence, turning his screen off and tossing his phone on the coffee table. "Anyone see any good shows lately?"

"Ben? Buddy?" Joe shook Ben by the shoulder. "Dude, you haven't blinked in an hour."

Ben stared into space, his thoughts running wild. It was just a silly, candid, behind-the-scenes picture. Nothing more. However, he couldn't help the bubbling rage. There she was. His girlfriend, snuggled up to her ex-boyfriend turned reconciled-best friend. Her head resting on his chest, tucked under Jamie's chin. Her arm flung around his waist, his arms holding her close. One hand laced through her long hair. They looked so peaceful.

Ben knew how hard they worked. How tired Annie was all the time. How early she got up and how late she came home, trying to get as much work done while Ben was still around to be with Rory. He'd visit the set often, only to find her catching a snooze in her trailer. Stifling yawns between takes.

Yet he couldn't help but feel jealous. There was something beautiful and serene about the picture, especially when both Annie and Jamie were in full costume. The caption was what got to him most - "marital bliss".

"Mate, it's a picture." Gwilym brought Ben back to earth, cutting off his train of thought. "God knows, Clara had her pictures taken snuggled up to just about anything and anyone."

"Marital bliss?!" Ben sneered. "Marital fucking bliss?!"

"They're in costume!" Gwil retorted. "Those aren't Jamie and Annie. Those are Henry and Anne."

"That's Annie." Ben pointed at the screen. "That's how we always fall asleep."

"You're reading too much into this." Rami quipped. "Jamie isn't a threat to you."

"I'm going to be a continent away, while this arse is just lurking around..."

"He's engaged." Rami reminded him.

"It’s a bloody farce of a PR stunt and you know it just as well as I do. It's a sham."

"Why are you so riled up?" Rami's eyes squinted in confusion. "It's a stupid picture. They look pretty in it. End of story."

###

When Annie arrived later that night, Rory was fast asleep and Ben was losing his mind - slamming drawers and cupboards shut in the kitchen, cursing under his breath. He didn't even hear Annie come in.

Annie got a heads-up from Joe earlier that evening, letting her know that Ben had seen the Instagram picture. "He's definitely, 100%, not okay. Brace yourself."

"You alright?"

Ben's eyes shot up and looked at her. He wasn't just angry - he was positively fuming. Annie squared her shoulders, prepared for impact.

"I'm going out for a run." Ben muttered and walked right past her.

Annie followed him to the door, her arms crossed. Her brows knotted, she tried to figure out what to say. It was almost midnight. Ben never pulled an "Annie" before. He never walked out on an argument.

Before Annie could form a coherent sentence, Ben was out the door. She heard him stomping down the walkway, opening the gate. A shrill ringing startled her - he left his phone behind.

Annie took a deep breath and climbed up the stairs to check on Rory. After rubbing Rory's back gently and tucking her in, Annie went about tidying up. She picked up toys - baby's and dog's - and random articles of clothing. She straightened the sheets, organized the mail, stacked the coasters neatly. Anxiously waiting to hear the front door open again.

When it did, Ben walked right up the stairs without giving Annie an acknowledging nod of his head. She was prepared for an onslaught of accusations, but none came. Feeling perplexed, she absently followed him, wishing her stalking presence was enough to make him turn around to look at her.

It wasn’t. Taking his sweaty clothes off, he tossed them in the hamper and went in the shower, leaving the door open. Ignoring Annie's existence all together. Her guilt - not that she really knew why she should feel guilty - was quickly replaced with seething anger.

She stomped into the bathroom, stopping right in front of the glass shower doors. She glared at Ben, her hands on her hips. He started whistling and turned his back to her as he washed himself, suds forming on his skin. This wasn't just a cold shoulder. This was a butt-naked, frigid silent treatment.

"Are you joking?" Her voice bounced off the tiles. "Is this a bloody joke?"

"Had a good nap?" Ben snarled, still not facing her. "Looked refreshing."

"It was, actually." Annie raised a challenging eyebrow. "Woke up feeling recharged."

"Oh, yeah?" Ben turned the water off shook his hair. "Glad to hear."

"You're unbelievable." Annie scoffed as Ben reached for his towel and wrapped it around his hips. "How dare you?"

"How dare I?" Ben's eyebrows were so far up, they almost merged with his hairline. "I'm not the one snuggling my ex!"

"I also snuggled Clara!" Annie hissed. "Let me know when your little hissy fit is over, okay, love?"

"Fuck you, Annabelle." Ben loomed over her, his green eyes boring holes into her very soul. "This isn't a hissy fit."

"What is it, then?"

"I'm leaving, Annie. Leaving. In two days." Ben pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "For months."

"I'm aware." Annie said through gritted teeth. "You're also coming back."

"Will I have something to come back to?" Ben opened his eyes. "You've already replaced me as your sleep-aid..."

"Have you gone absolutely bonkers, Ben Jones?" Annie barked out a laugh. "What are you on about?"

"I'm fucking scared, alright?" Ben hissed.

"Of what?!"

"You!"

"Me?" Annie's eyes were wide. "You're scared of me?"

"Annie, I'll be gone. You'll be fair game."

"I'm not some deer you can hunt!"

"I won't be here to protect -"

"Protect me?" Annie laughed, cutting him off. "From what? The Big Bad Wolf? Jamie?"

"Well, thanks for mocking me." Ben brushed past her, bumping his shoulder with her. "Real mature."

"Ben, you're throwing a fit over nothing!" Annie followed close behind him. Ben unwrapped the towel from his hips and dried off his torso. "I'm not mocking you!"

"We've been going through every aspect of me leaving." Ben chucked the towel to the floor. "What to do with Rory, what to do with Franks, when I'll be back for a visit..."

"I know." Annie sat down on the bed. "We've got this. We're prepared."

"Every aspect except our own bloody relationship. And all this time, you've been so calm about this!" Ben grabbed his head as he sat down next to her. "You've gone on a few benders, yeah, but even then - you were so calm."

"What?"

"Annie, I'm going crazy over this. I'm devastated. Freaking out. I don't want to leave." Ben laid back. "And you? You're acting like everything's fine. Having cuddles with your ex. Looking like…” Ben sighed and balled his hands into fists. “Do you even care that I'm going away?"

Annie took a shaky breath and shook her head, running a hand through her hair.

"You'll have Joe, Gwil, Rami, Clara, Lucy, Mike..." Ben rubbed at his eyes. "Jamie. I'll have no one."

"You know they'll leave for the press tour soon."

"Yes, which I'll miss out on." Ben chuckled bitterly. "You'll still have your own mates with you."

"You'll make new friends."

"I bloody know I’ll make new bloody friends, Annie, It’s not that!" Ben scoffed and mumbled incoherently under his breath. "See? This is what I'm talking about!"

"Huh?"

"It's like you're not even sad about it all!" Ben waved his hands about as he spoke. "You're out there, snuggling your cast-mates, working for hours on end, living your best life -"

"You think I'm not sad about this?" Annie spoke through gritted teeth. "Really?"

"Well, are you?"

"Of course I am!" Annie climbed onto his lap and straddled him. "Ben, are you having a psychotic break right now?"

"You're so cheery and positive and -"

"Because I didn't want to upset you!" Annie smacked his chest. "You blithering idiot!"

"Really?" Ben's voice oozed snark. "Seems like it backfired, no?"

"You're an arse." Annie smacked him again. "You're an idiot and an arse! Who on earth leaves his wi-" Annie huffed just as the word slipped her lips "-girlfriend alone with a baby for months?"

"Annie, stop hitting me!"

"No!" Annie punched him in the arm. "You wanted to see me upset? I'm fucking upset!"

"Annie!" Ben grabbed Annie's wrists and pulled her to him. She braced herself on her haunches to avoid head-butting him. "Stop. It."

"Do you honestly think I'd replace you?" the hurt in Annie's voice was evident. "Do you really think I'd go fuck someone else while you're gone? Jamie, of all people?”

She stared into his eyes, waiting for his answer, but there was none. Annie nodded and started to pull herself up, only to have Ben's grasp on her wrists tighten. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried to pull away again. Ben restrained her, not taking his eyes off hers.

"Ben, let go." Annie's voice was low as she tried to shake her hands free. She stared down at Ben's hands holding her wrists.

"Look at me." Ben squeezed her wrists tighter. "Look. At. Me."

Annie fixed her eyes on him. His usually bright green eyes were clouded and darker, a mixture of sadness, anger and need. He bit his bottom lip as he lowered his gaze onto their hands. All of his sadness, all of his tension had finally reached a boiling point. A crimson flush crept up from his chest to his neck, his muscles clenching with ever jerk of Annie's escape attempts.

"Let go of me. Ben, I’m deadly serious. I hate you right now." Annie hissed, still tense under his grasp. Ben snarled at her choice of words. Annie noticed it and pouted tauntingly. "What, did that hit a nerve? Is that all I needed to say to get a reaction?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, poor Benny. Did I hurt your feelings?" Annie's voice lilted condescendingly. A vicious glint danced in her eyes. "Did you really think you could call me a cheater," Annie's voice was so sweet as she said that, "that you could call me a slag?"

"I never called you any of these."

"You didn't have to." Annie chuckled. "It was heavily implied. Especially when you didn’t even answer my bloody question.” Annie smirked bitterly, tongue in cheek. “So right now? I. Hate. You."

Ben felt as if his entire body is on fire under her. Pins and needles raked through his body, a tingle rushing over his naked skin as they stared each other down.

"Who in their right mind," Annie tilted her head to the side, "leaves their girlfriend and 5-month-old baby for three months and then has the balls to be paranoid about her moving the fuck on without him? Hm?"

Ben clenched her wrists tighter, his upper lip curling up.

"I know who," Annie murmured. "The same guy who'll fail to appreciate his girlfriend's efforts to keep morale high, even though she's hurting. The same guy who's so afraid she'll cheat on him when he's gone, for no fucking reason, other than his own fragile ego, it seems."

"Watch it."

"No, fuck you. Fuck being careful." Annie retorted. "What will it take for you to stop being an undercover jealous prick? Huh? What, do you actually need to mark me as your territory?"

Ben's cock involuntarily twitched at the thought, grazing the crotch of Annie's leggings. Making their eyes lock on each other again. Sending a flurry of butterflies loose in both of their bellies.

"Oh, you can't be serious." Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable."

Ben licked his lips and made his move. Now that Annie was distracted, he used his body weight to roll them over and pin her down to the bed under him. His green eyes burned with raw need.

"Shut. Up." He grunted as she tried to wriggle her way out from under him while he held both of her wrists in one hand, up over her head. "Stop it."

Annie's breath hitched when Ben ground his hips into hers, his erection rubbing her inner thighs. He kissed her searingly and growled when she moved her head, pulling her lips away.

"Did I say you can move?" He whispered, his grip tightening on her wrists as his hand worked its' way to her legs. He kissed her again, physically taking her breath away, pushing her leggings down. She pulled back, gasping. "Do. Not. Move."

"Air!" was all Annie could whine before his lips crashed onto hers again, muffling her moans.

"Do I need to punish you?" He whispered against her lips, his free hand snaking under her t-shirt. "Don't move. Be quiet. Don't want to wake the baby, now, do we?"

Annie shook her head slightly, looking up at Ben with big, doe eyes.

"Good girl." Ben cooed and nuzzled the crook of Annie's neck before pulling her shirt over her head, bunching it on her arms. "Do you hate me, still?"

"Mhm." Annie smirked.

"Guess I'll have to change your mind, then." Ben ground his hips down again.

###

After waking up all alone in their bed in the wee hours of the morning, Annie's sock-clad feet padded softly on the hardwood floor as she shuffled to the living room. She paused at the doorway, looking at the back of Ben's head. The soft, colorful light from the TV illuminated him like a halo. His head propped up on his closed fist, his arms on the back of the sofa.

Sensing her presence, Ben glanced over his shoulder and nodded his head, beckoning Annie to come to him. Smiling, she closed the distance between them and curled up on the soft cushions next to her boyfriend. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Baby monitor?" He mumbled against her hair and smiled when Annie reached in her hoodie's pocket and pulled it out. "Did she give you a hard time?"

"My arms are dead."

"She wouldn't let you put her down, then?"

"Does she ever?"

"Solid point."

"What are we watching?" Annie blinked at the bright screen in front of them and groaned when her face appeared on the screen. "Oh, no."

"I have a lot to catch up on, okay?" Ben tickled her sides as she buried her face in his chest. "I'm not sure I'll have time to binge on this while in Arizona, you know."

"Why do you need to binge on this at all?" Annie's muffled voice whined.

"Because." Ben shrugged.

"Right, then." Annie leaned back and grasped at the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt. "You won't mind me binge-watching East Enders, then?"

"You do what you gotta do." Ben sighed and leaned forward.

He grabbed his cup of tea off the coffee table and took a long sip. Annie's gaze followed his every move.

"Ben?" Annie tilted her head as she bit her bottom lip.

"Yeah, love?"

Annie caressed his cheeks as a million thoughts stormed in her mind. A sad smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

###

For the life of him, Ben couldn’t figure out how on earth it was night again. It seemed like everything was moving on double speed, nonstop. Exhausted, he laid sprawled on the bed like a starfish, with Frankie gently nibbling at his toes. One arm draped lazily over his eyes, the other tucked into his sweatpants waistband ever so slightly. The TV was on but on a low volume. Background noise.

He felt Annie's presence while his eyes were still closed, lurking at the doorway. He opened his eyes just a crack, enough to catch a quick glance of her face, and could feel his how his heart is breaking just from her expression alone.

"Don't give me that look."

Annie blinked and shook her head lightly as if her mind was an etch-a-sketch and she could just erase whatever thoughts popped up so Ben wouldn't see what they were. Considering that this very night would be Ben's last night at home, they both walked on eggshells, high on the tips of their toes.

"What look?" Annie asked sweetly and walked over to the bed. Ben stretched out his arms, inviting her in for a cuddle. "I wasn't giving you a look."

"Must've been imagining, then..." Ben mumbled with a sigh. He raked his fingers through her hair lazily, enjoying the warmth her body radiated. "Banana?"

"Hmm?" Annie purred and snuggled up as close as she could.

"I'm sad."

"I know." Annie propped herself up on one arm. “I’m sad too.”

“I need to you promise me something.”

“Ben, for the last time, I’m not going to cheat on you with Jamie!” Annie poked his side. “I swear, I’ll only cheat on you with Joe.”

“That’s not what I was going to say and you would never!” Ben grabbed her wrist gently. “Promise me you’ll always text me good night and good morning if you can’t call.”

“I promise.” Annie smiled.

###

“You know what?” Ben stopped in his tracks on his way to queue for his flight check-in, “I think I’ll stay.”

“The hell you are, Ben!” Annie moved Rory over to her other hip. “She needs toys! And food! And diapers!”

“But Arizona is so bloody far!”

“Jesus Christ, not this again.” Gwilym chimed in and handed a bottle of Coca Cola to Ben. “Be a big boy, now, Benny.”

“God, I’ll miss you.” Ben sighed, his eyes closed.

“I’ll miss you too, babe.” Gwil replied instead of Annie.

“Do you two lovebirds need a minute alone?” Annie snorted. “I’ll miss you too, Ben.”

“And I’ll miss you the most!” Ben cooed and grabbed his baby, kissing every exposed inch of her skin.

“Thanks, love.” Annie sipped from his Coke. “I really appreciate that.”

“Ben, you’ll miss your flight, mate.” Gwil scratched his head as he looked at the huge departures sign. “You better hustle.”

“I’m staying.”

“Go!” Both Gwilym and Annie barked at him.

“I love you.” Ben murmured, his lips pressed to Rory’s cheek. “Take care of mum, yeah? Be a good girl?”

“Are you -” Gwilym tilted Annie’s head up to get a better look, “are you crying?!”

“Shut up!”

“Oh, fuck.” Ben’s eyes locked in on Annie’s face, prompting a wave of tears from his own eyes. “We said no tears!”

“Stop it, Ben!” Annie pawed at her cheeks to wipe off her tears. “No crying!”

“Goddamnit!” Ben hissed and shrugged one shoulder, wiping his tears on his hoodie. “Alright. Alright. No crying.”

“I think this is the perfect moment to separate the two of you.” Gwilym said, taking Rory from Ben’s arms and bouncing her on his hip. “Come on, children. Just like we practised.”

Annie leaped up and wrapped her arms and her legs around Ben, holding on for dear life. They kissed, one last time, their tears mixing together. Ben squeezed his girlfriend as close to him as he could and inhaled her scent as he pressed a thousand kisses all over her face.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” He whispered in Annie’s ear. “I love you.”

###

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Another Malex AU - Part Three

Another addition?? what is going on?? the answer is that malex has taken over and I love Michael and Maria being close friends so, uh, I think I’m gonna keep doing this for the whole lost decade oops

part one, part two, part three

Maria is behind the bar, cleaning down the bar top, while Michael spins a pencil between his fingers.

He’s worrying at his bottom lip as he stares down at a piece of paper and a glossy photo. She moves down the bar to stand across from him.

“It’s a letter, Guerin. It’s not that hard,” she tells him, giving him a small smile. He glances up at her for no longer than a second before they’re back on the paper. The paper that’s only got the words Dear Alex written in Guerin’s chicken scratch handwriting.

“I just—I need it to be perfect,” he mumbles. He sounds as distracted as he looks so she snatches the photo.

Guerin isn’t fast enough to take it back from her.

It’s of Michael and Alex out in the desert, looking happier than she’s ever seen either of them, with guitars in their hands and the back of Michael’s truck behind them.

“This is a really nice photo,” she says as she hands it back. His cheeks slowly turn a pinker hue.

“Thanks. It’s my favorite, actually.”

“Who took it?”

“Max. He and Alex were partners for some lab project and needed a ride out. He’d forfeited a weekend of car privileges in exchange for Isobel’s help in one of his many attempts to ask Liz on a date.” Michael smiled wistfully. “I didn’t even realize he’d taken a picture until he’d had it printed out for me. I had him get a copy so I could send it to Alex.”

Maria raises an eyebrow, head tilted to one side with a contemplative look on her face.

“Does Max, you know, know?” She asks.

Michael’s cheeks flush and he avoids her eyes guiltily.

“I…haven’t said anything to him yet, or Iz,” he confesses. “If he does know, he hasn’t, like, said anything to me about it.”

“Well, if he doesn’t,” Maria hums. “The two of you must’ve been quite something out there to inspire such photographic genius.”

Michael snorts and shakes his head at her dramatics.

“Anyways, no one’s asking you to tell them anything until you’re ready to,” she tells him. “For all the rumors that went around about Alex, he didn’t actually tell Liz and me outright that he was gay until junior year.”

“Seriously?”

“Mmhmm. Nothing’s ever easy in life, but it’s certainly easier when you’re comfortable in your own skin. Of anybody round here, figured you’d know that much.”

Michael bit his bottom lip and returned his eyes to the paper in front of him. Slowly, he placed the pencil to the paper and started to write. She smiled and went back to pretending she wasn’t watching him worry over the very first letter by cleaning.

It took two and a half hours—Maria gave up on using cleaning as a pretense once she’d cleaned everything twice and just sat next to him as he wrote and erased and rewrote—but he finally finished the letter. She watched him carefully fold the letter into uneven thirds with the picture in the middle. He held it out to her, face directed away from her and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help the teasing smile on her face.

Maria placed one hand on his shoulder, lightly squeezing it as she took the letter from his fingers.

“You’re not…gonna read it, right?” he asked. The innocent nature of his embarrassment was endearing in a way she’d never really considered him to be before.

“You mean you didn’t give it to me to proofread?” she teased. The glare he sent her would’ve been much more frightening if it weren’t for how red his face was. “Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a twist. I’m not reading anything; this letter is between you and your boy only.”

She tapped the end of his nose with the corner of the letter as she slid off the bar stool and went back around the bar. She ducked underneath to look for the small package amongst the organized chaos beneath the bar. Pulling it out, she brought it up to show Guerin the contents.

“Mom made him a batch of cookies, but I can’t guarantee they’re edible—she made them to ‘cleanse his aura’ or something. Said she had a feeling he needed it,” Maria told his as she carefully placed his letter on top of the cookies. “I think, paired with a letter from his boyfriend back home, his aura will be cleaner than ever.”

Michael huffed a laugh that sounded as skeptical as it did amused.

“Oh yeah? Well, if the psychic says so, who am I to disagree?”

Maria taped up the small box and slapped on the tag with where and who to send it to that she’d printed out that morning.

“Wanna come with me to deliver it to the post office?” she asked him.

“I would, but…the whole point of sending the letter with your stuff is so Chief Hardass wouldn’t catch wind of it. Pretty sure he isn’t under the impression we’re the ‘walk each other to send mail’ kind of friends.”

Even disappointed, Guerin’s snark never failed to rear its head whenever Jesse Manes entered a conversation.

“If you’re sure…tell Max I said hi. I’d ask you to tell Real Life Barbie too, but I don’t want to. No offense.”

“Nah, I get it. Isobel is…an acquired taste,” he smirked. Maria gave him a look.

“Those are some nicer words than I’d use, but that’s one way to put it,” she said while she glanced at the time. “I really gotta go if I wanna get this to the post office before it closes. I’ll let you know when I get something from Alex.”

“Thanks, DeLuca,” he told her, quiet and sincere. “It’s—it’s really…nice. Being able to talk to someone ‘bout it. Like this, I mean.”

“It’s surprisingly nice for me too, Guerin,” she said. “I’m glad I still have one friend around at least.”

The smile on Michael’s face shifts. Something a little disbelieving, a little hopeful, and a lot scared. Nodding her head once, she set the package back down and went around the bar again. Michael turned on his stool and raised an eyebrow at her, but she ignored it as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His arms go limp and there’s a tension in his shoulders that grows the tighter she holds him.

Eventually, as it became clear that she wasn’t about to let go before he returned the hug, his arms slowly make their way around her waist. His hold is loose, like he expects her to jerk away. She holds a little tighter for a few more seconds.

“See you tomorrow, Guerin,” she said, backing away and grabbing the box off the bar top.

#malex #malex fic #malex au #michael guerin #maria deluca #Michael and maria are good friends for each other #alex manes #maria deluca deserves better #and Michael Guerin deserves a friend like maria #starchild writes #roswell nm #roswell new mexico #rnm #rnm fic

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bluerene · 5 years

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RobStar Week #1 - Wayne Manor

Hello friends. Please allow me to quickly and suddenly resurrect my online presence with a week of robstar goodness, followed by an onslaught of miscellaneous content + a loooot of fics that should’ve been published ages ago. The bitch is back! She is also about to board a plane and has not proofread this one bit, so please excuse the ugly errors.

As always, feedback is loved.

Enjoy!

Wayne Manor (ft. implied BatCat justice bc it’s what we deserved)

It had been twenty-two years in the making, but finally, the day had come.

Dick tugged at the collar of his suit and huffed, tilting his wrist upwards to check his watch. Two hours till takeoff.

That was how he had been thinking of it anyway. The whole event felt more like a formality than anything else; marriage was just the legal definition of what they already had. Often enough, he forgot they weren’t husband and wife.

He glanced around the room and smiled; Alfred had really outdone himself this time. Dick brushed his fingers along the row of lilies that lined the entryway, admiring the splash of pink roses that stood out amid the white flora. Their saccharine smell lingered in the air as he walked on through the room, studying the impressive set-up.

They had chosen to host their wedding at Wayne Manor, which was gorgeous and private and comfortable. With graceful vaults and arches that curved into a smooth dome and made the polished marble floors gleam in the glittering sunlight, the ballroom was easily the most elegant waste of space Dick had known in his house. And, it was finally being put to use the way it deserved.

Alfred had thrown himself into preparations the moment he’d heard. Even in his old age, he was a force to be reckoned with- he had florists ready, caterers selected, a decorating committee arranged, and invitations delivered within days. Thirty-six hours before the ceremony, he had marched in with an army of specialists and had set to work on the hall.

It had been divided up in such a way that the service, reception, and dinner would all be hosted within a few feet of each other. From the thick maple doors of the entryway, she would walk in, fiercely beautiful as ever. She would make her way past the rows of chairs towards a trellis made of fine gold, twisted with flowers and leaves. Posts would be in line with its sides, thin gossamer curtains tied with ribbons from wall to wall, effectively cutting off access to the space behind. After they kissed, the entire party would pass through the curtains and into the garden, where they could immediately enjoy the reception, while the bride and groom snuck off to change into clothes better suited to dinner and dancing. At the end of the night, they would bid their goodbyes and steal away into the night as they had for the past twenty-two years.

Dick had envisioned this moment for half of his life in different ways. The bride used to change, often switching between the various women in his life at the time- but as time went on, the vision became clearer and more obvious. It could only be her. She’d always been there, a shadow flitting in and out of the window, playing with fire fearlessly.

Something probed his arm gently, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Does it remind you of ours?”

He smiled and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

“In the best ways. Al really pulled this one together brilliantly.”

His wife sighed, intertwining their fingers.

“It is worth it. Their happy ending is long overdue.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, “it’s about time. How’s the bride looking?”

“Like a million of the dollar bills,” Kori replied cheekily, “truly, you may never have eyes for me again.”

He laughed and cupped her cheek, taking in her appearance. His eyes lingered on her full lips, the glimmer of happiness in her electric eyes, the slight pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her collarbone. Her hair had been pinned up into an intricate bun, stray curls framing her face. She was a vision in the soft gold gown Selina had asked her to wear as one of the bridesmaids.

“I don’t think I could ever have eyes for anyone other than you, beautiful.”

Kori beamed and slid her free hand to his chest, gripping the lapel of his suit jacket to pull him into a sweet kiss. Her mouth moving achingly slow against his while he fought to remind himself they were in an unconcealed, public space.

She pulled away and giggled, smoothing out the fabric she had crumpled.

“Your restraint is impressive, my love.”

“It had better be,” a deep voice resounded from behind them, “as I recall, you two are already married, so I doubt there’s much more you can do at a wedding that you haven’t done before.”

“You’d be surprised, Dad,” Dick said cheerfully, “but I’m not looking to upstage your night, so let’s leave it at that.”

“Hello k’norfka Bruce,” Kori said eagerly, hurrying to press a kiss to her father-in-law’s cheek, “you look very handsome! How are you feeling?”

Bruce patted her shoulder affectionately, a rare smile lighting up his face, “like I should have done years ago. You look lovely, by the way.”

“I was just telling Richard to reserve judgment until after the bride has arrived. Selina is truly...indescribably wonderful.”

Dick didn’t miss the dreamy look that crossed his father’s face.

“And the flower girl? As radiant as her mother?”

He didn’t miss the way his wife blushed at those words either.

“Provided she does not ruin her dress again, Mar’i will look perfect,” she replied with a sigh, glancing at the doors, “in fact, I believe it is time for me to check in on her. Please excuse me, k’norfka Bruce. Richard, I will see you before the ceremony.”

Bruce shoved his hands into his pockets and watched her leave.

“How are you feeling, Dick?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? It’s your wedding, after all.”

“It’s about time, don’t you think,” Bruce replied with a grin, “I made her wait twenty-two years.”

“I’m still amazed by that, y’know. Star and I tied the knot...what, six years after we started dating. I can’t believe it took you guys this long.”

“Well we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“Only because Selina was boss enough to propose.”

“I would’ve proposed when the time came!” Bruce said indignantly.

Dick snorted, “Yeah, in 2068, when you’re too close to death to fear commitment.” He glanced around the room, gaze falling on a nearby satin pillow, “Is the ring-bearer going to show up today?”

“He’ll pitch a fit, but yes. The kid’s a fan of Selina. Plus, he misses you.”

“The devil? Inconceivable,” Dick muttered.

Bruce cuffed him on the back of the head, “He’s your brother.”

“So is Tim, but you don’t see him slicing me up in ‘training sessions’. Speaking of, where is he? Why am I the only one here?”

“Jason plans on popping in during the reception. Tim’s bringing Stephanie so he’s at her house. Alfred is with Damian.”

“That’s not what I mean. Why am I the only one here, now?”

Bruce shifted uncomfortably, and rubbed the back of his neck, ”You’re the first, you know. I’ve always held the others up to you, even when I shouldn’t have. You were a brat, but you were also my first son. I wanted you to be here for that.”

“Dad.”

“No jokes, I’m serious.”

“I am too.”

“Well...good.”

“Yeah.”

They stood in silence, eyes fixed on the rows of chairs and the trellis directly ahead.

“So…”

“Hit the bar? A couple of pre-wedding drinks?”

“Is that what Garfield and Victor did with you?”

Dick laughed as he lead his father out of the hall, “Are you kidding? They wouldn’t let me near the mini-bar. Said they would beat my ass if I was tipsy at my own wedding.”

“Clearly you’re not concerned about me.”

“Nah. First, Silena is more than capable of sobering you up with a single glance. Second, you’re Batman.”

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m pretty sure Kori would do the same if you’d stumbled down the aisle. That woman can pack a punch.”

“Do I detect a hint of fatherly pride there, Dad? Are you finally coming around to your daughter-in-law?”

Bruce rolled his eyes, nudging Dick with his elbow.

“Knock it off. You know I respect her and care about her. She’s a fine young woman. I couldn’t have chosen better for you if I’d tried.”

Dick softened, “I was kidding, but...thanks. It means a lot to hear you say that. She loves and admires you so much. And she tells Mar’i stories about you all the time. She won’t let me ruin your image even a little.”

“She gave you the home you needed, didn’t she?” Bruce said quietly, “Your relationship with me and this house and everything you had turned away from was different after she came into your life.”

“Yeah,” Dick agreed, clapping his hand on his father’s shoulder, “my home is wherever she goes. And she always seems to know what I need when I need it. That’s why she cares so much about this place.”

“I’m sorry for all the shit I gave you in the beginning, you know. I think it pushed you to be strong and decisive, but I am sorry if it hurt you.”

“Not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed for a while. But Star always understood. Always gave you the benefit of the doubt.”

“She’s a special girl.”

And Dick could have gone on about how perfect his wife was - how incomparably sweet and passionate and fiery she could be. How strongly she fought for their family. How lovingly she accepted everyone into her heart.

But he simply nodded and raised his watch to check the time, grinning at his father.

“How about that drink, old man? Push away some of those pre-wedding jitters?”

Bruce’s lips twitched in amusement, but Dick still caught the happy creases around his eyes.

“As long as Alfred doesn’t catch us, I’m game.”

“Afraid he’ll kick your ass?” Dick teased, swiftly dodging a well-aimed slap upside the head.

“It’s my wedding day, son. I get a free pass. I’m looking out for you.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Dick chuckled, “you always do.”

#its robstar week bitches #the tags vanished when i posted this idk #selina kyle #bruce way #dick grayson #koriandr #robstar #batcat #batman #catwoman #robin #starfire #blue writes #blue is exhausted

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It’s a Boy-Girl Thing - E.D.

Authors note: I’M BACK! for those who care: my holiday was sO MUCH FUN OH MY GOD!! I had the bEST time!!! sadly school has started again and i’m drowning in homework again!!!

disclaimer 1: over these past few weeks I’ve received so many asks about whether or not I was still gonna update this: the answer is YES!

I hate the feeling of letting you all wait or maybe letting you down when i’m not posting as often as i (and you) would want me to.

the things is that (and this might come as a shocker) actually do have a life outside of tumblr. I’m in my senior year of high school and I trying to get good grades, so I can get into a good university next year...

I do love writing this and I am so excited to continue writing this story (and more!!) and I will not stop until this story is finished!!! I promise ahha!! I see those messages as a compliment (bc apparently you all like this very much and want to read more) but sometimes they make me feel a little bad/stressed because i feel like I’m let you all down... so yea..... I hope you all understand!

(what im trying to say is that i dont really mind those asks but at the same time it won't help asking bc YES i will be updating: but only when I’m able to...) (which will be regularly again next week!!!!) (promise)

disclaimer 2: this wasn't proofread so my apologies for any (loads of) spelling/grammar error!!!!! im a dyslectic assclown who cant spell to safe their own life so yea... just a lil heads up

Part 9 一 ANIMOSITY

Summary: Ethan and Y/N are neighbors. And although Y/N is on good terms with Ethan’s twin brother Grayson, Y/N and Ethan loathe each other and are constantly in dispute. Ethan is a populair varsity football player, who likes to be in the spotlight. Y/N prefers to stay under the radar, while reading books and poetry.

Although the constant bickering between the two drives everyone around them crazy - the two live their separate lives peacefully. At least that’s how it was until they wake up one morning and every had changed…

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10

You liked sports. You honestly liked being active. But not in late summer, when it was hot like an oven outside and the air humid.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your back, your shirt completely drenched. Your heart beat banging in your head and your legs shaking. You squint your eyes against the intense sunset.

Ethan had made you run around the field all afternoon. He had made you run laps, do pushups, situps and all different sorts of exercises which names you had forgotten right after Ethan said you could stop doing them. After finishing you had dropped yourself next to Ethan on the grass: completely worn out.

‘What are you doing?’ Ethan had asked.

‘I’m taking a break. Actually, not even a break: I’m done! I think if I continue I might get a heart attack or something,’ you breath still went rapidly.

Ethan just laughed while grabbing a water bottle from the cooler he had taken with him. ‘What are you on about? This was the warming up!’ He threw a cold bottle of water next to you in the grass. Your hands quickly opened it and you gulped down half of the bottle before glaring at Ethan.

‘I’m definitely warm…’ You mumbled annoyed.

Slowly you had gotten up from the grass and Ethan had made you catch footballs for an hour. The sun was now setting and your whole body ached. You fell onto the bench at the side of the field.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave this bench. I can’t carry your body anymore Eth,’ you sighed and wiped your forehead with his shirt. It didn’t help much: your shirt was completely soak. Ethan stood in front of you, grinning. Silently you watched the sunset behind the hills.

‘Let’s go home,’ you said, getting up. You grabbed your bag and looked at Ethan. He was still smiling at you. ‘I thought you said “you were never gonna be able to get off that bench”,’ he chucked at you. You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but let a smile creep on your face.

‘We really need to head home though. Grayson said something about a party this morning and I think he really wants to go,’ you say as you walk towards the parking lot where Ethan had parked your car earlier.

‘Who’s hosting the party?’ Ethan asked you, eyeing your in a curious manner.

‘Austin, I think…’ You say, trying to remember what Grayson had said this morning. ‘He said Austin invited you both. And that it would be a big party. Apparently his parents are out of town.’

‘You should go,’ Ethan says, as he opens the trunk. You put the footballs and bottles of water and other training gear in the trunk.

‘I don’t want to go,’ you say in all honesty. Ethan rolls his eyes as he closes the trunk again.

‘Grayson and I never go somewhere alone-’

‘Yea, that’s kinda weird: you two should try to being more independent,’ you cut him off. Ethan eyes you angrily - irritated that you cut him off, but ignores your comment.

‘Like I said, before you cut me off: we never go somewhere alone. If Grayson wants to go: you go with him,’ Ethan says as he walks towards the driver seat. You walk towards passengers seat and get into your car.

‘I don’t like those kind of parties! What do you want me to do while I’m there?! Also; this could only go wrong. Someone will definitely notice something’s off!’ You tell him, trying to convince him why you shouldn’t go to Austin’s party.

‘You can try talking to some girls?’ Ethan suggests chuckeling, but quickly comes back from his idea: ‘Wait, no! Don’t talk to girls! You’ll for sure embarrass me!’

You glare at him. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Y/N, you might have a 4.0 on your GPA but you definitely don’t have a 4.0 in flirting,’ Ethan laughs at his own joke.

‘I’m not that bad….’ You say softly.

‘You know what, I’ll go to the party as well. That way I can keep an eye on you so you don’t embarrass me too much.’ Ethan says. You give him another glare. Annoyed how he won’t trust you.

The field wasn’t far from your home. Ethan parked in front of the Dolan house and you got out of the car.

‘Do you need to pick an outfit for tonight too - or do you trust me to pick one out myself without embarrassing you?’ You snarled at him. Ethan looked unimpressed by your remark.

‘Nah, you’re good,’ he simply said, pushing a strand of your long hair out of his face. In the days that he had been trapped in your body, he had only wore your hair down. It was now that you relised it was probably because he didn’t know how to tie a ponytail with long hair. You huffed and walked towards the trunk where you got the footballs and other training gear.

You walked towards the Dolan house without saying goodbye to Ethan. You dumped the training gear in the garage and walked immediately upstairs. You grabbed a clean pair of undrwear and some basketball shorts and walked towards the shower.

You took a quick shower - the same way you did that morning. This time the towel didn’t drop and you got the underwear on in one go. You stood infront of Ethan’s side of the sink and sprayed on some cologne. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the scent: it was smelled very good.

You walked out of the bathroom and layed down on Ethan’s bed. The party wouldn’t start till 9:30 - so you had a good three hours to kill.

Before you really could think of something to do, Grayson barched into the room. These boys left eachother no privacy did they?!

‘E,’ he exclaimed as he jumbed on the bed next to you, ‘wanna play some video games?’

And before you knew it, you were walking towards Grayson’s room. It was practially the same as Ethan - but with different colored bedsheets and instead of a poster of a motercycle there was a poster of old looking car. You recognised Grayson’s Ford Bronco - altough the one on the poster was red in color. Grayson turned the PlayStation on and handed you a controller.

‘Dude!!’ Grayson yelled at you. You stared at the screen. “YOU DIED” it read in thic red letters.

‘I swear I shot them first! I don’t know how I died?!’ You said annoyed.

‘Why are you so bad at this game?! Did you lose all your skills while haning out with Y/N today or something?!’ Grayson said jokingly, although he stilled looked a little annoyed at you for losing.

‘No,’ you mumbed while restarting the game. Playing video games was more fun then you innitionally thought it would be. Grayson was good company too, chatting away about his day.

‘How is Y/N doing?’ Grayson asks suddenly. You huff, concentrating on the game, ‘she’s good.’

Grayson falls back on the bed, starring at the ceiling, ‘she looks good.’

His comment makes you forget the game and within a second the red letters spelling out “YOU LOST” fill the tv screen again.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You ask Grayson, confused. Grayson gives you a ‘like you don’t know what I’m talking about’-look. You gave him the ‘I-really-don’t-have-a-fucking-clue-what-you’re-talking-about-so-tell-me-now’-kind of look.

‘You said it yourself E: she has a good ass!’

You look at him in shock. It was weird hearing Grayson making comments about your ass - well just any ass - without getting red and flushed.

‘I never said that!’ Ethan would never say something like that about you!

‘Yea you did, like three days ago,’ Grayson says while taking the controller from you hands. ‘But don’t worry, I won’t tell Sophia tonight.’ He chuckles at his own joke. He walked towards the PlayStation and turns it off.

‘Is she gonna be there too?’ You mentally roll your eyes. Your energy level for this party just dropped to minus 6.

‘Yea, so let’s have some diner and get ready for this party,’ Grayson says as he walks out of his room. When he’s halfway down the stairs you hear him laugh and say:

‘and don’t forget to bring protection! We don’t want any surprises in 9 months!’

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Has Anyone Heard of The Left/Right Game?

by NeonTempo

A few points before we start.

Firstly, I am not the protagonist of this story. I just went to university with her, and though she went on to become a professional writer, I most certainly did not. She'll be taking over from me further down but, until then, please forgive my slightly awkward delivery while I give you guys the necessary context.

Secondly, I don't know what you will make of the following events, and I'm sure many of you might consider it all some sort of hoax. I wasn't present for any of what transpired in Phoenix, Arizona but I can vouch for the person who wrote the following logs. She is not, and has never been, a fantasist.

Ok so I once knew a girl called Alice Sharma. She was an undergrad at Edinburgh Uni the same time I was. My educational poison was History, a degree which has greatly benefited my career as a bicycle repairman. Alice Sharma studied journalism, though perhaps "studied" isn't the word. It's not an exaggeration to say that she lived and breathed the subject. Editor-in-chief of the campus paper, recognisable voice of student radio. She was frustratingly tunnel visioned, and she was a journalist in her own right before anyone gave her a professional shot.

We met in student halls and became friends almost immediately. A meandering waster trying to stay off his parent's farm and an intrepid, ambitious reporter may not seem the most obvious pairing, but I learned not to question it. She was inspiring, and smart and she proofread all my essays. I’m not too sure what she saw in me.

We were eventually flatmates down in London where she chased her dream and I chased my tail. She got a few jobs here and there, but nothing befitting of her skills. After months of fruitless internships and rejections, Alice called a flat meeting, telling us that she was moving to America, accepting a position chasing stories for National Public Radio. The job had come out of the blue, the result of a hail mary application she thought had been dismissed out of hand. We threw her a bittersweet going away party and put the room up for rent.

That party was the last time I saw Alice Sharma. She dropped out of contact a few months after her departure. Complete radio silence. I assumed she was just busy so I carried on with my small but happy life, and waited for her to pop up on television with some important words below her name; Chief Correspondent, Senior Analyst… something like that.

The radio silence was broken last week, and, for reasons you’ll glean further down, I’m less happy about it than I would’ve thought.

Arriving home from work I found a lone email in my otherwise bare inbox. An email that would later be described as "suspicious" by my tech literate friends. Despite being born in the early 1990's I didn't own a computer until uni, and I've missed several important lessons in the world of cyberspace. Lessons like "Don't call it Cyberspace" of course and more importantly, "Don't open emails with no text, no subject and no sender's address."

I realise most of you would have deleted this anonymous, blank email immediately, my friends certainly would have, but beyond my basic ignorance about online safety, something further compelled me to open it. The only thing of substance in the entire message was a zipped folder, labeled:

Left.Right.AS

I don't have to explain what I was hoping those final initials stood for.

Opening the zipped folder I found myself staring at a stack of text files. Each one titled with a date, continuing sequentially from the very earliest file "07-02-2017". (To any Americans in the room this is the 7th of February).

I’ve since read the files a few times, and shown them to some friends. They don't know what to make of it either, but they certainly aren't as concerned as me. They think Alice is just in a creative writing phase and, if I didn't know her, I’d have to agree. But the thing is, I do know her. Alice Sharma only cares about the truth and if that's the case with these files, insane as it may sound, then it’s very possible my friend has documented her own disappearance.

The people who suggested this forum said you discuss strange occurrences etc. If you guys have come across anything to do with the below, or know any of the people involved, then please send any information my way.

Has anyone here heard of the Left/Right Game?

The Left/Right Game [DRAFT 1] 07/02/2017

They say great stories happen to those who can tell them. Robert J. Guthard is an exception to that rule. As I sit at his table, sip his coffee and listen to him recount the past 65 years it sounds like he's reading off a shopping list. Every event, his first job, his second wedding, his third divorce, none of them receive more than one or two sentences. Rob plows through the years, the curt, dispassionate curator of his own personal history. Yet the story itself is so fascinating, so rich with moments and so wildly meandering that it somehow stands on its own merits.

It's a great story, no matter how you tell it.

By the time Rob was 21, he'd gotten married, had a son, worked as a farmer, a mover, a boat engineer, and grown estranged from his spouse... Here's him talking about that.

ROB: Course my wife started to get dissatisfied, I was away a while.

AS: For work?

ROB:Vietnam.

AS: You were in Vietnam? How was that for you?

ROB: I ain't never been back since.

That was everything he had to say concerning his first divorce, and the entire Vietnam war.

Rob had four marriages after that, and even more professions. After the war he worked with a firm of private detectives, got shot at once by the mob, then he became a courier, which is how a poor boy from Alabama got to see the world.

ROB: I been to most of the continents with that job. I been to India. You from India?

AS: My mum and dad are from India yeah.

ROB: See I could tell.

He'd been arrested once in Singapore, after one of his packages had been found to be full of white powder. He spent three days locked up before someone got around to checking the substance. It was chalk.

A friend he made during his brief custody, Hiroji Sato, invited Rob to stay with him in Japan. Just getting over the breakup of his third marriage, Rob took the offer. He stayed in Japan for another 5 years.

ROB: The Japanese are good people. Good manners. But they got all these urban legends and ghost stories that Hiroji was crazy for, spent all his free time chasing them down. Like, you heard of Jorogumo?

AS: I don't think so"

ROB: Well she's this spider lady lives in the Joro Falls round Izu. Meant to be real pretty but real dangerous. Hiroji took us out there to get a picture of her.

AS: Did you ever meet Jorogumo?

ROB Nah she didn't show. None of them did. I didn't believe at all until we went to Aokigahara

Aokigahara, affectionately titled the Suicide Forest. The next stop on Rob's adventure. It's an area of woodland at the base of Mount Fuji, a notorious hotspot for young people looking to take their own lives. Hiroji, Rob's ghost obsessed jailmate turned best friend, took him to Aokigahara to chase "yurei" the ghosts of the forest.

AS: Did you find anything? In Aokigahara?

ROB: Well I ain't gonna ask you to believe me. But I was a PI. Professional cynic. Even I can't deny there was a spirit in those woods.

From that moment on, Rob's sentences start getting longer. A childlike excitement creeps into his voice. I get the distinct feeling we're moving beyond background, beyond Rob Guthard's old life, and towards his new one. The one he wants to talk about. The one that led him to contact the show.

ROB: It walked up to me through the trees. Looked like static you see on a TV screen but it had a human shape almost.

AS: Almost?

ROB: It was missing an arm. It reached out to me but I bolted outta that forest so fast. Hiroji never saw it, holds it against me to this day.

Hiroji had good reason to be annoyed. Rob says that Mr Sato had been going to the forest 2-3 times per year for three decades. To have a rookie come along and claim to have seen a yurei on his first trip? I'd be more than a little cranky.

But Rob didn't stay a rookie for long. In fact, it was in those woods that he discovered his current passion. The supernatural, or more accurately, the documentation and investigation of urban legends. Legends like Bloody Mary, the Jersey Devil, Sasquatch. Rob has looked into them all.

ROB: I figured if one was true then who knows how many others could be.

AS: How many have you proven so far?

ROB: Since Aokigahara? Ain't none of em had any proof to em. Except for one. That's why I called you guys up.

At this point, Rob can’t hope to repress his smile.

The Left/Right game appeared on a paranormal message board in June 2016. Only a few people frequently visited the forum and, of these regulars, only Rob took an interest in the post.

ROB: The whole thing had a level of detail you don't see in other stories.

AS: What details grabbed your interest?

ROB: Logs. High quality pictures. The guy documented everything, said he wasn't gonna play the game anymore. I think he wanted somebody to keep investigating.

AS: And you were that somebody.

ROB: That's right. I set about trying to verify his information right away.

AS: And how did it go?

ROB: Well... It didn't take long to realise the Left/Right Game is the real thing.

The rules of the Left/Right game are simple. Get in your car and take a drive. Take a left, then the next possible road on the right, then the next possible left. Repeat the process ad infinitum, until you wind up somewhere... new. The rules are easy to understand, but Rob says their not so easy to follow.

ROB: There ain't all that many roads where you can turn left and right and left and right and keep going. Most of the time you find yourself at a dead end or needing to turn in the wrong direction. Phoenix is built on a grid system so you can keep going left and right as long as you need to.

AS: Did you move to Phoenix for the Left/Right game?

ROB: That's right.

I try not to seem incredulous. Selling your house in another state, packing up and moving your whole life to Phoenix, Arizona just to play a game you saw on the internet? It seems like insanity. Rob smiles as he reads my expression. I can clearly read his expression too. "You'll see." It says. "Just wait."

I wouldn't have to wait long. Included within the 9 page submission Rob sent our show, was a long list of suggested items the chosen reporter should bring with them. Clothes for three days, a pocket knife, matches, bandages. There were also a set of qualifications the reporter should have. The ability to drive, basic vehicle maintenance and its human equivalent... first aid training. He didn't just want to talk about the Left/Right Game. He wanted to take one of us along.

Rob leaves a short while later to embark on a few errands, "Prepping the Run", as he calls it. He shows me to the guest room and we part ways, on good terms but very much aware of the other's poorly veiled opinions. He knew I saw him as a charming obsessive, chasing after a fairy tale. He saw me as a naive cynic, on the cusp of a new world. All I could think as I heard the front door close is that by tomorrow afternoon, one of us would be right.

More after this.

When I wake up the next morning, Rob is in my room, holding a tray which he'd knocked on the bottom of to rouse me. I don't manage to record the start of our conversation.

ROB: - I got bananas, strawberries, chocolate syrup. We got some more downstairs but I wanted you to wake up to something good. We won't be eatin' this stuff on the road."

Rob has made me waffles. He sets them down on the night stand and talks through the coming day as I eat. I'll admit it feels a little uncomfortable, waking up in a stranger's home to find said stranger already standing over me, but I quickly move past it. I tell myself that he’s an older man, accustomed to living alone in his own house, not usually having to think about boundaries. Anyway, he certainly knows his way around a waffle iron.

ROB: We hit the road at 9. I wanted to give you time to get ready before everyone shows up.

AS: There are other people coming?

ROB: We got a 5 car convoy on the road today. They'll be here in an hour.

This is the first I’ve heard of a convoy, and to be honest I’m surprised. The game is Rob's obsession, and I’m here at his request. The idea that anyone else would have an interest in today's drive is a little perplexing.

Half an hour later, sated, showered and dressed in the "functional clothing" Rob had so painstakingly outlined, I take my pack out to the porch. Rob’s already there, waiting for his associates to show up.

AS: I thought you'd be conducting a few more errands.

ROB: If you ain't prepared by the morning of, you ain't prepared.

AS: Hah ok I guess that's fair. Oh, Rob is the garage locked? The inside door won't budge and I wanted to mic up the car.

ROB: Yeah it's locked up I'll open it for ya.

AS: Thank you.

ROB: In fact it's about time I wheeled her out. Fair warning Ms Sharma, she's a thing of beauty.

To Rob Guthard, beauty took the form of a dark green Jeep Wrangler. Rob climbs in and lets it roll out of the garage, where it dominates every inch of driveway. The car is large; four doors with a roof enclosing the entire compartment. It’s also been modified extensively, yet another example of Rob's dedication to the game.

ROB: What're you thinking?

AS: I think you're two caterpillar treads short of driving a tank.

ROB: Hah yeah I fixed her up good. I put the winch in, heavy duty tires, the light rig on top is LED's. They'll make midnight look like noon but they don't use hardly any power.

AS: Aren't Jeeps open top usually?

ROB: Not all. This is the Unlimited. I like to have a covered car when I head on the road.

I climb in and stow my pack. Rob had removed the back seats to afford more storage space. The place is packed to the brim. Jerry cans of gasoline, barrels of water, rope, snacks and his own neatly packed set of clothes.

I wonder if the rest of our convoy would take the game so seriously.

ROB: We got Apollo coming up in 10 minutes. No one else has given me a time. I sent the schedule weeks ago, this always happens.

AS: His name's Apollo?

ROB: That's his call sign. Apollo Creed I think he said.

AS: Why are you using call signs?

ROB: Did I not tell you? Oh yeah we're gonna use call signs on the road, keep communication clear.

AS: What's your callsign?

ROB: Ferryman.

AS: ... What's my call sign?

ROB: I thought about it. I was thinking London, you're from London right?

AS: I'm from Bristol.

ROB: Bristol? That’s fine I guess.

It’s less than ten minutes before Apollo turns the corner. Rob jumps out of his chair and paces briskly over to the edge of his property, as his first guest pulls up and steps onto the sidewalk.

Apollo vaguely resembles his namesake, dark skinned, tall and noticeably well built, though it’s clear he couldn’t be less of a fighter. This Apollo Creed is all smiles and seems to have a penchant for laughing at his own jokes.

AS: How far have you come?

APOLLO: I've come out of Chicago. Took three days hard driving.

AS: And you know Rob from the forums?

APOLLO: Everybody knows Rob, Rob's the god! Ahaha

Rob walks over to Apollo's car, gesturing him over to talk shop. Rob’s clearly impressed with Apollo's choice of vehicle, a blue Range Rover packed to the ceiling with kit. I was more impressed with Rob himself. Somehow this 65 year old farmer's son had become respected in a vast online community. My dad is Rob’s age and he's just discovered copy and paste.

The rest don't take long to arrive. Two Minnesotan librarians, also around Rob's age, pull up in a grey Ford Focus. They’re brother and sister, and they've shared ghost hunting as a hobby their entire lives. I find it hard to suppress a smile when they meekly introduce themselves as Bonnie and Clyde.

CLYDE: We would have gotten here sooner we had to drop by to get some blankets. Pleasure to meet you ma'am.

AS: Pleasure to meet you too.

CLYDE: Would you be the journalist?

AS: That's right.

CLYDE: You used to write for the town paper didn't you?

He's talking to his sister there, she nods. Clyde is clearly the spokesperson for the pair, yet they both seem incredibly shy. Whether they admire the famous outlaws, or just the name, it's pretty clear they couldn't be more different from the real thing.

Next to show up are Lilith and Eve, English Lit students at New York University and proprietors of the YouTube channel Paranormicon. Unlike Bonnie and Clyde, Lilith and Eve have no issue holding a conversation. As soon as they learn who I am, and what I do for a living, they attempt to conscript me for an expedition to Roswell.

LILITH: We have a friend there, he's been seeing some-

EVE: -He's a seismologist

LILITH: Yeah and he's been recording readings over the years that show subterranean movement. Predictable movement.

EVE: We're going to see him in July, but we could work it around you if you're free.

AS: I'll have to check my schedule

EVE: OK cool let me give you my email...

They quickly hurry off to film an intro for their latest video, featuring a quick interview with Rob, who seems pretty welcoming of the attention.

The last two cars arrive within a few seconds of each other. A lithe, strong willed older lady who goes by Bluejay and a younger man going by the callsign “Ace”. Bluejay has arrived in a grey Ford Explorer. Ace, much to Rob's annoyance, has arrived in a Porsche.

ROB: Did you think that's gonna help on the road? I didn't write that-

ACE: It's my car. What am I meant to do,? It's my car.

ROB: You didn't read my itinerary, you got nothing packed in there.

ACE: I did read it sir OK? Calm down. I have a bag, I won't ask you for anything.

ROB: Well I know that's true.

Ace and Rob were off to a bad start. Ace takes a phone call, and despite my best efforts to get an interview with Bluejay, she doesn't seem interested in talking to a journalist.

With five cars, and seven travellers waiting for a green light, Rob hands out radios and charging packs, then launches into a quick safety briefing. Wear seatbelts. Stay in position. Communicate clearly and often. It’s at this moment I start to feel a little dismay. I like Rob, and clearly so does everyone else. He'd convinced all of them to drive across the country to join in with his game. I start to worry what will happen in the likely event that the whole thing isn’t real. Would Rob lose the respect of his peers? Would he accept failure when it comes? After seeing the effort he’s put into these runs, the next few hours have the potential to be wildly uncomfortable.

With a smile and a few encouraging words, Rob ends his briefing and beckons me over to the Wrangler. I clamber inside and make myself as comfortable as possible.

ROB: You ready for this Bristol?

AS: I'm ready.

ROB: Ok then let's hit the road.

The Wrangler pulls out of the driveway, and the convoy follows in order of arrival. Apollo, Bonnie & Clyde, Lilith & Eve, Bluejay and Ace keep a steady pace behind us as we come up to the first corner.

Rob slowly and deliberately turns left, checking on the others in his rear view mirror. He looks back to the road as Ace’s Porsche completes the first turn of the game. Shortly afterwards, Apollo checks in on the CB radio.

APOLLO: This is Apollo for Ferryman. How many to more go Rob? ahahaha

ROB: Hah as many as it takes.

I can tell Rob wanted the to reserve the radio for something other than Apollo's quips. But he seems to like Apollo enough to let it slide. I'm not sure Ace would have received the same treatment. We take the next right, then another left. Now safely assured that everyone's following correctly, Rob speaks my thoughts aloud.

ROB: You're wondering the same thing Apollo is.

AS: What do you mean?

ROB: You're wondering how many turns we're gonna take before we hit some wall or something. Before you find out this is all just a story.

AS: Does that disappoint you?

ROB: I'd be disappointed if you weren't thinking something like it. But now we're on the road I gotta say something and you gotta listen to it.

AS: OK...

ROB: We're coming up to a tunnel soon. Any time before we reach it you can get out, walk in any direction you like, and you won’t be in the game no more. Once we go through, you gotta retrace the route we took to get yourself back out that tunnel. That's when you’re home. And you gotta convince someone to take you back in a car coz I ain't ferrying you back 20 minutes in. You got till the tunnel to skip out on this, understand?

AS: I understand. Though I have to say I'm getting little nervous.

ROB: Ain't nothing wrong with a little nervous.

We've taken 23 turns by this point. Already I feel like we're traversing the city pretty effectively. Rob's heavily modified Wrangler solicits a few impressed glances from passersby, as well as several honks of respect from other Jeep drivers. Other than those few moments, everything seems completely indistinguishable from a regular morning drive. I even start to worry if there’ll be anything at all for this story. “Reporter Takes Drive With Interesting Man” isn’t exactly Pulitzer worthy.

Turn 33 leads us onto a short, unassuming street. A row of small businesses in a quiet Phoenician neighbourhood; liquor, second hand clothing, tools and, at the end of the street, a little shop selling antique mirrors. Ten or so people shuffle along the sidewalk, smiling, talking, planning their weekends. The only lone person is a young woman in a grey coat..

I briefly glimpse her at the end of the street, standing on our next corner, the back of her coat reflected in fifty old mirrors. Even from a distance I can see that she’s sullen, wide eyed and nervous. She shifts constantly on her feet, tugging at the button of her coat.

I look away to write some notes as we roll down the street. When I look up again, the woman is standing by my window, staring right at me. She’s smiling, a wide, unfaltering grin that seems almost offensive in its complete insincerity.

GREYWOMAN: Lambs at the gate. Hoping for something better than clover when all they find are things worse than slaughter.

AS: Rob what's happening?

ROB: Ignore her.

GREYWOMAN: He wanted to leave me so I cut him out. The lake was hungry it drank the wound clean.

AS: Miss, are you alright?

The smile vanishes, it snaps from her face and suddenly, the woman is furious.

GREYWOMAN: What do you think you're doing?! Have you gone mad?!

I reflexively press myself back in my chair as the woman, wild eyed and gaunt, slams her fists against my window, with every intent of breaking through.

GREYWOMAN: Would you dance down the lion’s tongue? It will shred you, you whore! It will shred you down to your sins! You fucking bastard!

Rob puts his foot down, and the Wrangler rolls defiantly away from the woman. As we turn the corner I watch her as she wretches, her every movement cradled in abject hysteria. She yells despairingly at the rest of the convoy, bursting into tears when the last car passes her by.

As she shrinks into the rear view mirror, I see her turn to a large mirror on the side of the shop, which the owner is in the process of polishing. I watch as she walks up to it, and with a convulsant scream, slams her head into the glass.

The mirror cracks around her forehead, the owner jumps back in shock, and as the woman pulls her head from the mirror's surface, the fractured spider’s web is dripping red. It all happens in a split second, and she quickly swerves from my view as we take the next left.

AS: Rob, what was that?

ROB: She's there sometimes.

AS: On that street?

ROB: On the 34th turn.

AS: Who is she?

ROB: I don't know. She's never acted out that much before though. Must be a special trip.

I find Rob's lack of concern a little unpleasant, and his implication that this woman's ravings were the symptom of an internet game leaves me more than a little perturbed. As I see it, there are a few explanations for what just happened, and none of them lead to a comforting conclusion.

If we had just encountered a bonafide crazy person, then one could argue that Rob is just seeing what he wants to see. Maybe he'd bought into the game’s story so much that every strange but explainable occurrence would be rationalised as the next step in his favourite paranormal narrative.

Alternatively, the woman could have been an actor, a more elaborate theory sure, but not unheard of. People have lied to the show before and Rob was receiving a tonne of publicity for this attempt from Lilith, Eve and I. I admit, Rob didn't seem like a liar, but good liars never do.

There is a third alternative however. An alternative which, if you put logic aside, explains the all troubling little details that I couldn't help but notice. Because as strange as the grey woman was, isn't it stranger that no one on the street would react? I couldn't recall a single glance in her direction by anybody on the sidewalk. Perhaps that theory falls apart when you consider the shock on the mirror seller's face but, when I think about it, he only reacted once the mirror shattered, and even then, I feel like his attention was on the mirror itself.

The radio crackles.

LILITH: Lillith to Bristol. Sara... Eve got that on camera! Do you have audio?

AS: I think it picked her up.

LILITH: My god that was so weird. Can you send us the file when we stop? Can you ask Ferryman when we're stopping?

AS: When's our stopping point?

ROB: For them, in about 30 minutes. For you? Well, you tell me.

Rob turns off a busy street just before a large intersection, onto a much quieter stretch of two lane road. Ahead of us the road slopes downward, leading into an underpass, which disappears into darkness.

We'd arrived at the tunnel.

AS: What is this supposed to pass under?

ROB: Ain't supposed to pass under anything, it's just there.

AS: And if we weren't playing the game?

ROB: Then it won't show. The question is, are you playing the game or not?

Rob turns to me. It’s the first time he’s taken his eyes off the road since we started. He pulls the car to a slow stop at the mouth of the tunnel.

ROB: You get out now you can go wherever you wanna go, but through there you'll need a car to get yourself home and, like I said, mine ain't turnin round for a long while. You understand?

It’s a dramatic statement, but unsettlingly, it doesn’t feel like he’s attempting to dramatise. It feels like I’m having something genuinely asked of me. Am I ready for what’s to come? Do I accept the risks involved? Do I consent to be taken down this road, and the next road, and the next? Am I prepared to see this game through, real or otherwise, to its end?

AS: What are you waiting for?

Rob smiles, and turns back to the road. He picks up the CB radio holds down the button on the side. The microphone crackles.

ROB: This is Ferryman to all cars. Anyone want to step out then pull to the side now. Otherwise, stay in formation and have some supplies at hand. We got a long ways to go.

Much like the game I’m so tentatively playing, my view of Robert J. Guthard seems to change direction frequently. I’d heard all about his life, but I’m sure that I know him. I like the guy, but I’m not certain that I trust him. And though I admire his dedication to the Left/Right Game, I’m not sure I’ll like where it might lead us. Yet as he takes us into the tunnel, his face vanishing and reappearing under the dim sodium lights, I can that tell he expects this trip to be a major step in his already impressive story, and this time, for better or for worse, I’m along for the ride.

#creepy #horror story #series #left right game series #author: NeonTempo

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