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someonewhowannadielol · 4 years

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What is Love?

Requested by @sassysaxsolo

Pairing: BadBoy!JK x Innocent!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Dirty talk, degrading, oral sex (m and f receiving), pussy slapping, exhibitionism (??). Oh god this has like 4 smut scenes in it, it's nothing but porn bye

Summary: Jungkook has a degrading kink. Y/N doesn’t seem to like it. Also, JK is bad at this entire love thing but totally whipped for the girl of his dreams.

WordCount: 3.6k

A/N: The first scene is inspired by Hunter and Amy from “Hot Summer Night,” because it’s such a cute couple! P.S this might not be my best work because I wrote it at 3AM, so :( sry

You wouldn’t exactly call your boyfriend mean by any chances, but it doesn’t mean he was the nicest person you’ve ever met either. Sometimes you look at other people, like Hoseok, or Jimin, they could most definitely keep you happy – and speak to you like you’re an actual human when you both fuck.

You still remember the first time Jeon Jungkook had ever well, noticed you.

“-and then they both crashed into each other!” your friend was telling this story for the nth time, and you paying your 101% undivided attention to your fries sitting in front of you, basically drowning in ketchup, while trying to ignore the eyes that bore in the back of your head.

It was the last day of your exams as a sophomore in high school, and just like everyone else in town, you’d gone to the diner you always went to, at the end of 15thStreet Avn. Everyone and their mom had decided to come, so it was really busy, you literally had to speak loud to your friends, sitting just across you.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jeon Jungkook had walked into a diner and chose the place that gave the perfect view of you from the back.

Seven minutes ago, your friends had noticed that he was – shamelessly – staring at you, strawberry milkshake in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. When you tried to look back, his eyes didn’t even flinch when they made contact with yours. On top of it, he winked at you. It was weirdly strange, yet made you feel all giddy inside.

What. The. Fuck. It was a well-known fact that girls would actually die to have one date with Jungkook, willing to get plastic surgeries, buying the most expensive clothes, and even leaving gifts in his locker at school. So why was here he here, in this lame-ass diner? And that too, wasting time while staring at you? He clearly didn’t even take a sip of his beverage.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N, he’s so totally staring at you,” your best friend from across the booth said, while pretending to look at her nails.

“He’s so hot, I would totally take a bite,” your other friend says while taking a bite of her burger.

“Yuck!” you exclaim, as you can’t help but laugh at the thought of it. You had a certain laugh, especially when you were sitting around with your friends – it wasn’t that loud, but your eyes would bunch up as you would unconsciously bring your hand up to your mouth, and would throw your head back.

You dare to look back at him again, but this time you see his coming towards you, while taking a puff from his half smoked cigarette. You immediately turn your head back, so quick that you feared you’d broken your neck.

You look at your friends adjust their hair and posture when they see him coming towards your booth, and you can’t help but play with the hem of your sleeve, biting your lip. He stands across you, leaning on the booth in front of yours, swirling his straw so the whipped cream becomes one with the milkshake.

As soon as he makes eye contact with you, you just freak out and amidst that panic, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks back at you and smirks, oh God, he looks so, so amazing. This year, he’s grown out his hair, so the waves were sprawled against his forehead, and he pushed it back with his hand after placing the milkshake next to you. He’s the pitch perfect image of a fuckboy; leather jacket, a motorbike, tattoos (even though he’s totally not 18 years old yet), and the lingering scent of cigarettes.

“Nah, no, you don’t,” he takes another puff of his cigarette, “but if you don’t stop being so fucking cute, you will,”

You chuckle, thinking he’s pranking you, thinking it’s just a joke him and his stupid friends had planned out to humiliate you publicly, “You don’t know the first thing about me,” you say as you dip a fry in ketchup.

“I know you like ketchup,” he says, before taking a sip from his milkshake.

That was also the day when Jeon Jungkook had officially asked you out.

When you’d spent the entire summer with him, you got to realize one thing about him, he loved to degrade you while having sex. Sure, it was fun the first few times – but after that, words like “slut,” and “whore,” had started making you feel like one.

It was obvious that to you that you weren’t his first priority; football and his friends were always going to be before you. You still remember he was less than enthusiastic when you told him about the art gallery you’d host after working on your still life pieces for two years.

But in reality, everyone on the team knew he was head over heels for Y/N, he had quitted smoking right after he heard you cough, he’s started wearing a helmet whenever he rode his bike, and even let you decorate it with your frilly stickers. He would always, always go out of his way to get a fresh pack of chocolate milk for you, because you once mentioned that your dad doesn’t let you drink it because it’s unhealthy.

“Here, babe,” he says tossing you your daily supply of chocolate milk.

“Hey, remember when I told you about the art gallery I was preparing for?” you said, but it seemed like he was more interesting in scrolling Instagram on his iPhone, “um, because I have to go to art school,”

“Yeah, what about it?” he said, pecking your cheek as he got up for class.

“Well, it’s on the 28thof October, that’s next week,” you say before taking a sip of the milk he got you.

He waited a minute before speaking anything, and you wished, you wished deep in your heart so sincerely that he wouldn’t come up with an excuse.

“You know Jake’s birthday is that day, right? Can’t you reschedule it?” he said, looking down, adjusting his leather jacket.

You felt as if someone was stomping on your chest, it was getting harder to swallow the milk in your mouth, and it didn’t taste like the too sugary drink it was – instead it felt like you were swallowing poison. He surely remembered your rants about how it was so hard to rent a place in that gallery right? Or how it took you three months to manage to snag it for a couple of hours? Or how it took you two years to compile your best art pieces?

“B-but I don’t think I can do that, I barely got to rent the place an-and I- “

“Babe, I don’t think I can make it. The boys and I are going out to the city,” he said, tilting his head.

He didn’t wait for your reply, already walking down the hallway, leaving you heartbroken.

On 28thOctober, you met all the professional people you had dreamed of meeting, it was an honor, especially since you were just a Junior in high school. But, you never saw the face you wanted to see. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when the exhibition finally finished, and you had to close the gallery.

That night, around 1AM, Jungkook broke into your room through your window how he usually did, only this time he had a bouquet of roses in his right hand, and red eyes. When he noticed your tear stricken eyes and smudged mascara, he didn’t think twice before throwing the flowers on your bed and hugging you hard. Then, when he was so close, you noticed that he reeked of alcohol and weed. But it was fine.

He spent the night trying to make you laugh by reciting jokes he was forced to listen from Seokjin, and trying to make up for not being there. He cuddled you, putting your head under his chin, your body resting on his chest. It felt like home, when you would be with him, alone.

“How did it go?” he asks, nuzzling his face in your neck, peppering kisses there.

“It went amazing, I got a lot of good critique from artists and college professors,” you say, running your hands through his hair, you still missed his long hair that he cut last week, but it was way softer now,

“I missed you,” you say as he hummed.

He loved how you were like an open book, not like the girls he had been with before. You wore dresses – which he loved, because easier access – and you had long, virgin hair. He loved how untouched you were, innocent, pure and uncorrupted. He loved the little chub on your cheeks, he loved your pillow soft breasts, he loved how you always tasted like strawberries because of your chap stick. He loved virtuous you were. His to taint.

“I’m here, baby, and to make up for it, we’ll go to that café you always wanted to go to, my treat for being the best girlfriend,” he mumbled in your ear before taking off your dress and peppering kisses all over your body.

Of course, your mood had evidently changed, “Okay, you goofball,” you laugh as he tickles you.

“Baby, even if everything is wrong, it’s always going to be alright, and you know why?” he says as he kisses you on the lips. It was a chaste kiss, a huge contrast from his usual drunk kisses, they seem to be more chaste, more genuine, “you’re the only good thing in my life,”

You forgive him, like every other time.

You also toss him out the window before 6AM, before your father catches you with a boy. And that too, Jeon Jungkook. He’d probably kill you. It reminded you of the time when Jungkook decided to eat you out, on a weekday, on your bed, with your room unlocked.

It was no surprise when you found out that he was especially skilled with his tongue, not that any boy had ever even touched you there. You fought your moans, because your dad was literally downstairs watching his daily 9pm news. You knew he’d check up on you at 9.30 PM to ensure that you were studying for the SAT.

But here you were, your face stuffed with your own panties as the taste of your cum took over your tongue, it was a little embarrassing for you to taste yourself, but you paid more attention to the brown haired man between your legs. He’d mutter the same obscene words that used to give you the pleasure you needed at first, but soon became insecure of.

“You like that, dirty slut?” you mewled as he worked his tongue on your clit, adding another finger to the previous one inside of you. His two fingers did more than what you could do with your entire hand, the long slender fingers were now knuckle deep inside of you, doing wonders to your body.

“You’re such a whore, moaning here like a bitch in heat, when everyone thinking you’re an angel, huh,” he says as his fingers thrust in and out of you, lewd noises filling your small room.

You felt your blood run cold, when you could hear your dad’s footsteps on the stairs. Fuck.

“Three. You have three seconds to cum, or forget about it,” he said looking your straight in the eye, his fingers working faster than ever.

You could feel yourself pent up, your walls clenching down on his fingers.

“Two,” he said, attacking your bud with his tongue, a circling pattern, making you shake.

Before he could say ‘one,’ you were cumming, all over his fingers, your thighs and your sheets.

Jungkook chuckled, “Fucking whore,” before jumping out of your window in time, just a second before your dad came in your room. You were under the blanket, your panties under the bed, and your pride out of the window.

As you excused your flush face as a small fever, you couldn’t help but feel a weird twist in your stomach. You didn’t exactly like the way you felt.

You had avoided Jungkook as much as you could the next week, but he didn’t exactly notice because recently the football team had been putting in more hours to prepare for the nationals. He’d still slipped loving notes in your locker, and strapped a red rose on Thursday as well, that made your heart flutter.

The next time you met him was on the bus, on your way home.

He could’ve rode his bike to his home, but he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew something was up with you when you didn’t respond to any of his messages, and didn’t even acknowledge him in your English class.

The was bus was packed, to say the least, as he followed you as you went to the tail of the vehicle, excusing people. The next stop had more people stepping in here, and he was even more pressed towards you.

You instantly regretted wearing the tennis skirt you wore yesterday, because it was short short, and also thin. You no longer had an excuse to avoid your boyfriend as you felt him press up against your back, you could feel his bulge on your butt.

You tried to look back up at him, but whimpered when you saw the animalistic look in his eyes, and the way he towered over you wasn’t helping either. You sucked in a breath when you felt his finger hitch up, and up, and up, until it was so, so near your panties as he circled your inner thigh with his thumb. He could notice how you were hyper-aware of the surroundings, as if people could see everything that was happening, everyone could see how your boyfriend was basically fingering you on the bus.

“Do you wanna do this?” you heard Jungkook whisper in your ear, and truth be told, you had missed him, the feeling of his dick, his fingers, that you needed him, and you needed him now.

You nodded, and just as soon, you heard him chuckle, “You really are a dirty slut huh?” he said as he slapped between your thighs, making your knees buckle.

With one hand, he held the handle above so he would stay balanced, but with the other one, he steadied your hips, grinding his hips against you. You almost felt embarrassed by how aroused you were, and how quick you were wet. Seconds later, you could feel his fingers separate your folds, “Spread your legs, whore.”

As you spread them, you finally noticed how many people were actually here, and how to the untrained eye it just looked like he was hugging you, but his fingers were now scissoring inside you, stretching you.

You could feel him taking his cock out of his sweatpants, brush it in your folds. You were always so sensitive, the smallest of touches against your clit would make you cry out and moan, so it was no surprise that you let out some noises as his cock entered in you.

“Make one more noise, and I won’t be scared to fuck you senseless in front of all these people,” he whispered in your ear again, this time rocking his hips into you.

“Such a slut, huh? Tell me you’re a slut,” he said, and when he noticed that you didn’t do as he said, he completely stopped all movements. You couldn’t thin straight with his dick sitting inside of you, you needed to get off, and this neediness of yours made you want to crawl into a grave and die.

“I- I’m a slut,” you whispered, and Jungkook wouldn’t have been able to heard that, if he wasn’t basically glued to you.

“S-say it again,” he stuttered and you could feel the both of you coming closer.

“I’m a slut! I’m a whore for you, Jungkook,” you whispered, as you felt yourself cum. As for him, instead of cumming in you, like you thought he would, he took himself out, and jerked off in your panties. The feeling of his cum against your soaked panties was lecherous to say the least, you could feel your panties stick to your clit, almost as a reminder of the disgusting deed you’d just done.

“Keep those on until you get home, such a fucking bitch, fucking her boyfriend in a bus,” Jungkook whispered in your ear, and stepped off the bus after slapping your ass.

And you were left alone again, thinking if you really were the slut he made you out to be.

Your next interaction with Jungkook had been next week, when you both had decided to do the English homework together, at his house. While you spent at least two hours, researching on the topic, Jungkook had simply bullshitted the entire essay in half an hour. Sigh, this is why he was failing. As you were left on his bed, completing the essay, he sat on the other end, gaming with Taehyung and some random boy through his PlayStation party.

Finally, another two hours later, you were done with the horrid essay and were desperately craving your loving and adoring boyfriend’s attention.

“Jungkook,” you tried to get his attention, but didn’t even turn around to look at you. You continued to annoy him, “Kookieee,”

Suddenly, you saw a blast on the screen, as Jungkook slammed his controller on the floor.

He muted his mic before speaking, “You just don’t wanna be a good girl for me today, huh?” At this point, you straddled his lap. He picked you up without a glimpse of hesitation, settling you between his legs, as he took out his cock.

“Suck me, and be quiet about it, unless you want Tae to hear what a desperate bitch you are,” he says, and you’re left to suck him. Jungkook definitely wasn’t small, not even close. In fact, when hard, he was bigger than you had expected dicks to be. So, 4 rounds of battle later, your jaw had started to ache, and you couldn’t help but cry out an elicit moan, forgetting Tae could hear everything.

Jungkook turns off his gaming station as soon as he hears you, “I think I told you to shut the fuck up, but you’re just too fucking stupid to understand,” he says as he harshly picks you up by your ponytail.

“I’m gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be nothing but a dumb bitch hungry for cock,” he says as he thrashes you on the bed, stretching you out with his fingers.

Before adjusting his dick, and putting it in front of your entrance, he slaps your cunt, “that’s for fucking my game night, you bitch,” and he enters you, rough and fast.

He pushed his hair back, it’s been growing again, as he looks at you with his doe eyes again, this time they’re a shade darker. This turns you on, as you let out a whimper, “Jungkook c-close,”

“Cream yourself on my dick, go on, my dumb baby,” he chuckles, before increasing his speed, the sound of skin slapping filling the silence of the room, “Such a desperate cock slut, you can’t get off with me, huh?”

Moments later, when you both cum simultaneously, he lays down next to you and stares at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking of?” he asks, minutes after your silence. This time, he’s not harsh, but instead you’re surprised by his loving tone.

“Just thinking if you love me or not,” you mumble, closing your eyes, missing the surprised look on his face, eyes wide open, jaw ajar.

“Wha- Baby, of course I love you,” he stutters on his words, not knowing what to say. What had made you believe that he wasn’t head over heels in love with you?

“I just… I don’t know, I don’t like it when you call me names,” you explain already feeling embarrassed at being such a prude.

“Baby girl,” he sits up, and kisses your cheek, “you should’ve told me, I- I’m sorry,”

Jungkook looked like a hurt puppy, his eyes downcast, as he fiddled with his fingers. The next week, he had spent making sure you felt like the Princess you were, his Princess. Obviously, you had noticed his behavior, bringing a donut along with the chocolate milk, ditching football practice to meet you, kissing your hands every time he met you, peppering you with kisses.

“Kook, you don’t have to do this,” you exclaimed when he took you to see the beach, two hours away from the town.

“I just my Baby to know that I love her, and I want her to be happy,” he says, and for the first time, you feel like you’re free. You’re free when you’re with him and you love it.

You’re always happy with him. You loved his sloppy kisses, his shit eating grin when his fingers made you cum, his habit of bringing you chocolate milk every day, his scent which was a mixture of cologne and cigarettes, his hoarse voice after he wakes up. You knew no matter how much he accidentally hurt you, he loved you too.

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youngbugandtonystank · 4 years

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Why marvel fans love Pepper but hate gwyneth? Someone on twitter said she was the most unrelatable celeb ever and in a magazine, people labeled her the most hated woman on earth. Did she do something problematic? Or she a Trump supporter?

You know, years ago I was kinda curious as to why everyone hated her so much. She's listed as Hollywood's most hated actress too. She's always on one of those lists.

Why Do So Many People Hate Gwyneth Paltrow?

Gwyneth Paltrow is perfectly aware of how obnoxious she can seem

Gwyneth Paltrow responds to that time a magazine named her The Most Hated Celebrity in the World

Why does everyone hate Gwyneth Paltrow?

Gwyneth Paltrow on Being the Most Hated Celebrity

And the list goes on.

Some people think she practices some dangerous spiritual teachings and she's giving people the wrong information. They also think she heavily promotes and sells questionable things that could be potentially dangerous. In some sense, this is true because medical professionals have been asked to check the products over. The majority of them say the products are not backed up by science and state that these items are actually dangerous. I think that she looks like a scammer in the eyes of other people because she sometimes falsely advertises her business and products.

Some others say her cosmetics are way overpriced and really bad for your skin. I heard a drama about some healing stickers, etc. As a spiritual person myself, I can't really judge that much until I see her Netflix show so I can't really agree or disagree in this matter.

About the other things. After doing some investigation, I found out the real reason. At first, I thought it was some quirky personality trait but then I saw most of her interviews, press conferences, and her business promos. She's not a bad person but she's definitely a little out of touch. I'm guessing because she grew up in a wealthy environment, she rules out some stuff when talking about sensitive topics. I take her as a "Paris Hilton, Kim K, and Mariah Carey" personality type, you know? Like, she puts up on a funny sophisticated diva-like personality but she's different in private. It’s funny because some people hate her but have no problems buying Kylie’s overpriced products either. I buy their products, mostly because I love skincare and makeup but you don’t see me hating on them.

I once saw a comment under one of her interviews saying: ‘and after watching this you think this woman is not married to Tony Stark?’ hahahahah. And gotta say, she's really funny lmaooo the other day I saw her in her youtube cooking show section (part of the Goop brand, I guess), she was doing holiday snacks. She started saying that anyone could do the ‘simple’ recipes at home and that they were practical or something like that. After saying that, you'd think she was about to do some Christmas cookies or some family recipe, instead, she put caviar on a chip and put the ‘snack’ on a fancy white plate lmaooooooooo I died and went to heaven. You can imagine the rest of the ‘holiday snacks’ that followed after that one. I'm not exactly rich as hell but let's just say I'm doing great with my finances thanks to my job (I thank God for that every day) so I'm usually around people like her, and this is why I can tell she's not a bad person, just out of touch. And what do I mean by that? Let me give you an example, after doing her ‘holiday snack lmao’ she started talking about how caviar is not necessarily expensive, she said that you don't exactly have to sell a limb to buy it and proceeded to say that she always serves the same thing at parties and that it's easy and practical to make. You get what I mean? For her, it's not a problem because she can afford it but for others, of course, it is. These kinds of comments come off as self-absorbed for other people.

Another one, let's just put the children's hospital example this time, any other person would bring toys, medical support, or coloring books, someone like Gwyneth would bring expensive silk pillows, salty crackers, or scented vanilla candles lmao. I'm not saying she's doing it on purpose, I think she's not aware she's doing something inaccessible for others because she's always in that mindset/environment. For her, it's not something harmful. Same with the avengers thing, you have Tom Holland saying ‘thank you’ and ‘I'm lucky to be here’ every five seconds when talking about his experience in the franchise, Robert saying he wouldn't be where he is without the amazing actors surrounding him; always making sure to give them an opportunity to shine, Elizabeth Olsen moved to tears when a fan tells her that Wanda is her daily inspiration, Don Cheadle talking about how the Avengers movies have been the experience of a lifetime and how fortunate he is to be part of something so big. Gwyneth, on the other side, forgets she was even in the movies, gives spoilers without a filter in a movie that is the result of 11 years of hard work about her and Tony's characters (this is how I found out Morgan was real btw like months before the movie even if I also suspected they were going to do this years ago), and forgets her co-stars names to the point they have to reintroduce themselves to her LMFAO I get that the marvel franchise is not her entire life and focus, but I think you get the point I'm trying to make. Or, she could be doing this on purpose to troll her haters.

She always does that. With everything. You just have to watch some of her interviews and you're going to be able to tell.

Someone on twitter said she was the most unrelatable celeb ever

Some people get mad when their fave turns out to be different in real life. Those people can't separate the fictional character from the actor/actress. Of course, she's not going to be like Pepper, I get that but some stans irrationally hate her for practically breathing. I understand that some of her opinions and actions seem a little materialistic and pretentious but she's not attacking anyone in particular. It's annoying? Sure, sometimes. Who wants to hear someone talk about their wealthy lifestyle when discussing sensitive or normal topics? No one. People love someone who they can relate to but you gotta understand Gwyneth is not doing it because she thinks she's better than you. That's just how her lifestyle is. Waaaay different than ours. The same applies to the other actors. You really think we're closer to having Zendaya's lifestyle only because we can relate to some of her jokes, because she wears baggy hipster clothes or because she uses less expensive skincare products for a ‘go to bed with me’ harper's bazaar video? (I love those videos btw lmao) No sweetheart, after doing an interview or those vids, they get escorted by their private security guards to the limo/expensive car waiting for them with a chauffeur ready to drive them to a photoshoot with vogue. Is that your typical Tuesday? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 Or that we're one and the same with Sebastian Stan because he eats burgers on Thursdays and watches Rick and Morty in pajamas? (no idea if this is true, just an example) No. Of course not. They're celebrities, they get paid for showing their faces to the public. A simple statement out of them can make people talk about them for days. A simple selfie can turn into a Twitter trend. They're human? Sure, we have to respect that 100% but their lifestyle is totally different and this is something we should be aware of too. So we can't really expect Gwyneth to act just like us. I'm sure most of us would act the same as her if we were born in gold and caviar.

I once defended her in a YouTube comment section and some dudebro got angry at me and called me an ‘obsessive pepper x tony’ fan. *stares at the camera like in the office* I don't even ship pepperony lmaooooo

And I don’t know if she’s a Trump supporter, I’m going to dig around to see if this is true.

So there you go, that's my opinion. And no, I don't care if you agree or not (this is not for you, op) it's an opinion, chill.

#gwyneth paltrow #pepper potts #marvel #sebastian stan #zendaya #goop #mcu #robert downey jr #tom holland

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elopez7228 · 4 years

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Scenic Route 8/47

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After finishing her cheese burger, (No, please, no more refills) Rey called Jessica. She had to lie about the details of her setbacks and the circumstances that had led her to haul a dog on a 3,500 kilometer road trip. She explained that she had loaned a car and was improvising from there. Yes, she was doing better. Yes, morale was high for now. No, she hadn’t run into any guns or cowboys (yet), but she had seen buffalos (from afar) and the scenery was absolutely beautiful. Alright, she would send pictures.

Placing the phone in front of her, she smiled as innocently as possible at the front camera and hit “send” on the photo.

Everything was fine on Betterton Street according to Jessica. Finn and Poe had been talking the talk, they apparently spent an entire afternoon discussing Rey-drunk-in-the-street and Ben-the-tall-dark-mystery-man. They unanimously wanted to know: who was this guy and what was the nature of their relationship ?

Rey rolled her eyes. He wasn’t anyone in particular. He was a random fellow from Denver who was both attractive and repulsive, but in his defense they had started off on the wrong foot, that’s all.

“No, Jess, I didn’t sleep with him. But if you think it’s hilarious that Finn believes I did, go ahead and have fun with it. You can tell him that I spent a night of passion with Ben Solo, rockstar and lead singer of KYLO & THE KNIGHTS OF REN. That way he’ll realize that I don’t miss him and that I’m doing just fine without him. And if he gets jealous—even better. Ask him how he thought I felt when I imagined him in bed with Poe.”

She ended the call there.

She finished her fries, covering the top of her glass with her palm to stop the waitress from refilling it again (had they gone mad here?) as she scrolled through her phone lazily. She was feeling nice and comfy in this 50s style greasy spoon—with its abundance of zinc, black and white tiled floors and red and pink neon signs. There was WiFi and air conditioning, and she balked at the idea of returning to her oven of a car.

Her finger traced over the selfie she had just taken. Her cheeks were rosy and her eye bags less prominent, how many days had she managed without crying? In the background sat a tall blonde woman in a buzz cut, looking straight in her direction.

Photobomb, Rey thought glumly. But the woman’s piercing blue gaze was locked onto the camera, as if by design. As if they were both looking at the same thing. Rey turned around to see if she was still there. She wasn’t.

A family of four were helping themselves to a small basket of nuggets. At the counter, a lone diner in jeans and a tank top sipped on a drink.

Shrugging, she pocketed her phone and tapped her palms against her thighs to get BB8’s attention. BB was also taking advantage of the air conditioning as she layed stretched out underneath the table. She got up clumsily once Rey gently tugged on her collar.

It was time to hit the road again, they could manage a few hundred kilometers by nightfall. The vast land sprawled in front of Rey’s eyes once more, set to the particular rock rhythm of Kylo & the Knights. Little by little, their surroundings transformed into the desert. Yellow earth littered with spiny shrubs and cacti.

She passed Rock Springs at 2:30 PM, taken by the frankly apocalyptic view.

Columns of smoke billowed overhead, likely from mines or factories. Rusted trucks rolled by. It was a sprawling urban hellscape straight out of Mad Max. The empty mountain side inspired a certain sort of fantasy—it gave new meaning to “the hills have eyes”.

A few more kilometers to the west and she would have hit Utah. But Rey deviated to the north. As she approached the crest of the hill, she was stupefied. She had stumbled upon Eden Valley, surrounded by forest and freshwater rivers. Rey was slack-jawed. She hadn’t seen this much green since she left England. The feeling was almost spiritual and she could feel her eyes watering.

A few hours later, after two bathroom breaks for the dog and a mini-walk, they crossed city limits into Jackson Hole. It was a ski resort town. Nestled at the foot of the green slopes, the town was the perfect summertime spot for hiking tours, hunters, and weary Yellowstone travelers. The hotels were pricey and the food was mediocre at best but it didn’t seem to matter.

She obtained a camping spot just outside the city at Curtis Canyon Campground. BB8 wandered as Rey set up the tent and her mattress for the night. Having unloaded the bulk of her belongings from the car, she was finally able to notice an inscription on the mat lining the boot: “MILLENIUM FALCON”. She smiled. Didn’t all pilots give their baby a name? This old hunk of junk had just won her over.

And so Rey piloted the re-baptized Millennium Falcon into the city in search of dinner. She parked the car in the heart of town, taking a selfie in front of a massive wooden archway decorated solely with deer antlers, then made her way into a noisy yet poorly-lit bar.

Seated at the counter, she ordered a light beer and a Caesar salad while she texted Jessica. She attached the selfie she snapped in the adjoining room.

And then she saw the shadow. What the hell?

She zoomed in on her screen, heart pounding. A blurry silhouette stood a few meters behind her—the same woman with cropped blonde hair.

No way, I must be seeing things.

Rey looked up from her phone and scanned her surroundings. Any second now, she would see the mysterious woman in the room. But she didn’t.

I must be imagining all this.

But the doubt crept in. She did her best to bottle the anxiety, to think of something else. But the question remained—who was this woman? Was this just a coincidence? After all, she had followed the typical route from Denver to Yellowstone and Penny’s Diner had been pretty much exactly in the middle of the way...other travelers could have stopped there for lunch too, it was totally plausible.

She scarfed down her salad, still deep in though. A woman offered to buy her a drink but she politely declined.

Afterwards, she placed some cash on the bar-top and thanked the bartender. Her heart was pounding again as she went out onto the street, there was a gut feeling she just couldn’t shake. She turned the corner to get to the car and—

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

A tall woman, the same one with the short blonde hair, was leaning over her car door and tugging at the handle. She jumped at Rey’s tone, scrambling away.

Rey felt icy beads of sweat slide down her spine. She hadn’t been imagining anything, she knew something was off. So much for coincidence. Furious, she marched over to the woman and raised her voice even more:

"Are you trying to break into my car? I'm going to call the police!"

The woman held her hands up in the universal gesture of innocence. "Well excuse me, I just thought it was mine. There's no need to make a big deal," she said simply.

" Really ? You also happen to have a dingy 1977 Oldsmobile with handpainted brown paneling on the front? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Screaming like a fury helped Rey cover up her insecurity. Why was this woman following her? What was she up to?

BB8 was barking furiously at the woman too, and Rey noted to congratulate her later. She had caught on very quickly.

The woman rolled her eyes and turned on her heels, turning the corner and disappearing into the street. Rey followed her, red-faced, before deciding to let her go.

She reconsidered calling the police as she held her phone once more. Who would believe her story? Some girl from Britain being chased by a mystery woman for 800 kilometers, a futile attempt to steal a car that didn't leave a scratch? They would surely laugh at her. She was wasting time. She had to move on by herself.

All those who bore witness to this altercation in the town square quickly turned away. They avoided the seething girl with the English accent and hastily took their leave.

Rey, heart racing and temples pulsing, bent down to pet BB8 in praise. BB was still in attack mode--growling and baring her teeth.

"Bravo, BB8. You did it, you protected me, good girl. That's a good girl,"

BB yelped and licked her nose.

"Come on, let's go. But first, I'll have to buy you a treat."

Google indicated there was an Albertson's grocery store that closed at midnight on Buffalo Way. There, she bought fried chicken bites for BB8 and cookies for herself. For breakfast...and dessert. Okay, she bought two packets of them. It was high time for some comfort food.

Something on the bulletin board just outside the store (boasting public service announcements and local yard sales) caught Rey's eye. It was a flyer that she read twice to make sure she wasn't mistaken.

KYLO & THE KNIGHTS OF REN

WEST TOUR

A sticker on the flyer displayed upcoming show dates at Jackson Hole.

The Mangy Moose, July 5th

She grimaced. She was driving around randomly in an area that was roughly 10 million kilometers squared, populated by about 325 million people. But she kept running into the same man in one small town or another. It was infuriating.

It was the third of July. She decided not to linger around Jackson Hole, she wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and the blonde madwoman. Too bad for the concert.

It's not like she wanted to go anyway, she didn't want to run into Ben Solo again at all. Nor did she want to see the look on his face when he saw her out in public again.

Who are you trying to convince?

She waved away the pesky whispering voice in her head. It was time to go to bed.

On the way back to camp, she fed BB the fried chicken bites. She took down her tent and instead set up her sleeping gear in the back of the car. She didn't have as much legroom, but at least no one would be able to get away with breaking in unannounced.

Her phone was at eight percent battery. She had to recharge immediately. There was no way she would spend the night alone in a camp with no phone. She wouldn't live to see the day.

She slipped into her jacket and left BB8 to guard mothership-Millenium-Falcon while she headed to the camp entrance. Everything was closed, with the exception of an ill-lit vending machine. She found an outlet and sat on the floor to wait for her phone to finish charging. She was there for at least half an hour.

She couldn't stop thinking about why anyone would want that car. What was so special about it?

Her fingers trembled as she dialed Leia Skywalker--if anyone would know it would be her.

970-571-3350

There was no dial tone. Just a robotic voice informing her that the phone number you have dialed is not available . Rey was immediately taken aback. What the hell? She had certainly dialed this number before.

She tried again. Same number, same error message.

Her hands became unsteady. Unavailable? She had called that number barely a couple days ago. She had met Leia Skywalker in the flesh--ate with her and slept at her house. What did this mean? Was Leia using a burner phone to keep in touch with Rose, was this deliberate? But to what end?

The long-term implications of such machinations were beyond Rey, who was already battling anxious thoughts. What was it, what did they want?

Suddenly, she remembered the existence of Luke Skywalker. She had his number too, it was literally engraved into the dog's collar tag.

She dialed it shakily.

909-667-5721

The phone number you have dialed is not available.

Rey let out a scream and threw her phone down. It clattered against the damp floor.

She got up, heart racing and head pounding. Her breath was short and her hands were freezing.

Who could she talk to? Jessica?

Apart from worrying the living daylights out of her, there was nothing to be done. Rey had Leia's physical address since she had texted it to Jessica, but what was she going to do with it? Call the police to report the car? Tell them about the cute dog and the impressive change of number? It was ridiculous. No one would be able to help.

What were her other options?

She had to take the dog to the address in San Francisco, an address she hoped still existed, because the corresponding telephone number was clearly garbage.

Could she back out? She still had to get to San Francisco by the 15th. How was she supposed to change plans if she didn't have plans in the first place? She had mentioned Yellowstone to Leia but not much else.

Abandon the dog? No, the poor animal had no way to fend for herself. Abandon the car? She could hardly continue on foot. She looked down.

Her phone case had been partially damaged due to the fall.

She bent down gingerly to pick it up. Examining it to make sure that the phone itself was intact, she noticed a slip of paper sticking out between the case and the phone itself. Her eyes widened as she pulled it out with her fingertips. She turned it over to read the back:

Ben

970-663-8876

#reylo #fanfiction #scenic route #modern AU

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In The Area

(self repost, my first post was an Ao3 link, and I wanted to post again solely on tumblr to link to my fic page) Written for americanphancakes for the Spring Fic Exchange for @phanfictionevents Excerpt: Dan admired him for a moment, running a hand down his milky thigh before paying him the compliment he was due, “You’re a marvelous specimen of humanity.” “You too,” Phil whispered, but then said louder, “I can tell that you’re a testament to your kind, too.”Dan noticed where Phil’s eyes kept flicking and he laughed. “Want something?”Phil’s cheeks got pink and he was having trouble maintaining eye contact, but he said, “Um, well, are you ready? To study me I mean…” Rating: Explicit Word count: 5408 Warnings: Sexual situation

Prompt: "Alien abduction turns into consensual tentacle sex (y'know, for science!).... but neither of them is the alien (or aliens)! Bonus points if the fic includes them watching each other gettin' tentacled down. :D"

I was very inspired by this prompt, though I took some liberties with it ;) I hope you like it

In the middle of the barren Nevada desert, there's a dusty unmarked road that leads to the front gate of Area 51. It's protected by little more than a chain link fence, a boom gate, and intimidating trespassing signs. One would think that America's much mythicized top-secret military base would be under closer guard, but make no mistake. They are watching. [https://www.popularmechanics.com/military/research/a24152/area-51-history/]

This wasn’t where he had expected to end up, when Dan had booked this Nevada vacation a few months ago. This was despite the fact that he had planned his vacation to the last detail at home: a reservation for dinner for one at Caesars Palace, tickets to a performance by Chris Angel, and he’d even exchanged some cash for a bagful of quarters to play on the slots. Despite all these preparations, he’d postponed all his plans in Las Vegas the second he’d heard that Area 51 was a mere 80 miles away.

Dan could have boarded a bus, but instead he rented a car at the airport – something about this trip was making him impulsive and eager to indulge his whims. Maybe it was the proximity to Sin City and the old adage, What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Well, he was headed to a place a little North of Vegas now, but he was going to embrace the spirit of the slogan anyway. He had a feeling that if he did, this could be the best trip of his life.

The heat of the day wasn’t abating as he rolled through the desert – the car’s alleged air conditioning helped at first, but the heat quickly overwhelmed it and it started blasting hot air in his face. He shut it off and rolled down the windows, allowing a breeze to blow through. As the sweat on his skin started to dry and the thin cotton of his black t-shirt rustled in the breeze, he began to enjoy the ride. The wasn’t much to see besides the other cars on the highway, the landscape of scattered prickly-looking shrubs, and the occasional rabbit darting between them. It was a pretty bleak and barren place, but the setting relaxed him. This place calmed his mind, which normally raced with thoughts. He settled behind the wheel as the miles ticked by.

The sun was high in the sky as Dan parked his car in the lot, and walked to the nearby designated meeting point for the tour package that he had purchased – it was a large green sign that said “Extraterrestrial Highway” and was covered with stickers. About two dozen people were already gathered under the sign, and based on the fact that some of them were wearing graphic t-shirts with saucers on them and headbands with antennae, he figured that this was his group and stood beside them. He looked up at the sign, tempted to take a selfie with it.

“Yeah, mum.” Someone nearby said. “Yeah, I am. I’ll call you later. Bye.”

Dan’s ears tingled at the sound of a familiar accent like his own, and he turned to see a man with black hair who wearing a red NASA shirt. The man was disconnecting a call before slipping his cellphone into his backpack. He noticed Dan’s gaze, which prompted Dan to look away, hoping that the flush in his cheeks could be blamed on the sun blazing above.

Before he could dwell on the awkward moment further, someone stepped out of the crowd, waving a manual on Area 51 written by Captain Chuck Clark to get their attention. It was their tour guide, who directed them to board the tour bus. The adventure was about to begin.

Dan was lucky enough to grab a window seat on the bus, so he could enjoy the sights and snap a few photos along the way. The first stop of the tour was an Inn where they would be having lunch. He hadn’t noticed anything odd about the name of the Inn when he had glanced at it while booking the tour, but he stopped to take a closer look at the sign when he noticed the guy in the NASA shirt standing in front of it, laughing.

“The…” Dan read it slowly, his lips curling with amusement. “Little A'le' Inn.”

The NASA shirt guy looked a bit self-conscious, and perhaps his cheeks were pink from the sun. He said, “I know it’s silly, but I can’t help loving a good pun.”

“Relax, I won’t punish you for that,” Dan said, putting extra emphasis on the ‘pun’. Something about this guy was bringing out a playful side of him.

“Thank you for your punderstanding,” NASA guy said. Before Dan could groan, he extended his phone and asked, “Would you mind taking a photo of me with the sign?”

Dan took the guy’s phone and had to admit that he was a photogenic man, since he quickly captured a good shot of him. Belatedly, he reflected that if he were smoother, he would have put his number in the guy’s phone, but it was too late now, as he'd returned the phone.

“Let’s go get lunch,” the guy said, nodding at the Inn and cheerfully oblivious to Dan’s inner turmoil. “I’m Phil, by the way.”

As he watched Phil lead the way, Dan found himself falling into step behind him.

They sat at the same table for lunch, and both ordered Alien Burgers, joking as they ate that aliens didn’t taste like chicken as people always said they did in movies. As the meal wrapped up, the tour guide was talking about what they would be going to see next, but Dan was too distracted by Phil to pay much attention to anything else. The sun was streaming in the window beside them, glazing Phil’s pale face with white light, which sparkled in his blue eyes. He was too beautiful to be a mere human.

The tour continued, and they drove past the mysterious dry lake, and saw “alien petroglyphs”. The whole time, Dan stayed close to Phil’s side, who didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he seemed happy to have someone to talk to and kept up a running commentary about the sights. To Dan, the commentary from Phil seemed was much more interesting than anything the guide was saying, so he tuned out the rest of the world. Phil kept him fully entertained with interesting facts during their visit to the Black Mailbox location too.

By the time they were walking through the Mutant Joshua Tree Forest, Phil’s stream of facts ended abruptly. He asked, “I’m sorry, am I talking too much? I’ll shut up if I’m being annoying.”

“No, not at all.” Then Dan confessed, “I just feel a bit out of my depth. You seem to really know this stuff, and I’m just here in Area 51 because I really like the X Files.”

When Phil snorted with laughter in response, Dan’s face flushed, and this time his face was far too red to blame on anything else. He shouldn’t have said that. He should have pretended to be really into space to impress this guy. Instead, his honesty had humiliated him. Now he couldn’t look Phil in the eye. They had fallen to the back of the pack as their group walked through the forest, and in his embarrassment Dan started to lengthen his stride to escape the situation and join the others.

“Wait, Dan.” A sweaty hand grasped his, and held on tight, refusing to let him escape. Dan swallowed heavily and liked the contact far more than he knew he should. He glanced over his shoulder at Phil, who was smiling. He said to Dan in a mock whisper, “If you can keep a secret, I like the X Files too.”

Dan laughed in surprise. “No, you don’t. You’re just saying that to save me from my humiliation.”

“Really, I do. I’m a total nerd, and not just for space and science. I love Sci Fi, like X Files, Doctor Who, and Star Trek. They’re awesome.”

“Oh…” Dan felt himself relaxing. His hand was still clasped with Phil’s, and neither of them seemed in a hurry to break the contact, despite how sticky their palms were with sweat. The simple contact made tingles run up his spine.

“So,” Phil said slowly. “What are your favorite kinds of aliens from Sci Fi?”

Dan could have answered honestly and named some of his favorite villains from Doctor Who like the Daleks or Cybermen, but instead he impulsively said, “The ones who appear like normal humans at first.”

Phil’s brows knit together with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like right now, you and me.” He smirked and said in a flirty voice, “How do you know I’m human? It’s interesting to think about, isn’t it?”

Phil grinned, finally figuring out what Dan was up to, and he said, “Hmm, that is interesting. I think I could pick up on some red flags, if you were willing to let me study you for a bit.”

Dan was willing, and for the rest of the tour he answered questions, like his age (to which he responded 907 years old after his favorite incarnation of Doctor Who), the location where another habitable planet might be in the solar system (1,000 light years away in the Lyra constellation), and what he thought the answer to life, the universe, and everything was. 42 of course.

By the time the tour ended and they arrived back at the parking lot where the rest of the group departed, barely noticed by the pair, Phil concluded, “Hmm, I think there’s a 50/50 chance you’re an alien, but I’m still not sure.”

Dan giggled and was walking backwards in the rapidly emptying parking lot, leading Phil to his rental car by their joined hands. “What can I do to convince you?”

“I don’t know…” Phil’s eyes roved up and down Dan’s body before settling on his stomach. “Oh, there is something! I heard aliens usually don’t have belly buttons. Well? Do you?”

Dan giggled again. His back was now pressed against his rental car, and Phil was standing close. “Well? Why don’t you take a look? You’re the investigator here, Mulder.”

“And who does that make you? Scully?” Phil asked, his eyes still fixed on the shirt concealing Dan’s belly.

“I thought it was obvious who I was,” Dan said, as he placed his hands on Phil’s shoulders, as if to prevent him from running away. “I’m the alien who is abducting you.”

Phil shivered slightly and his pupils dilated. He opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed his words, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

Encouraged by how into this Phil was, Dan grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer. For a moment, he just enjoyed the warmth of the body pressed against him and noticed the way their chests rose together as they each sucked in uneven breaths. Then Dan whispered, “Human, this is your last chance. Escape now if that is what you want to do. If not… I’m taking you with me.”

Phil swallowed again and pressed himself closer. “Then take me.”

Without breaking eye contact – he kind of feared that doing so would break the intensity of this moment – Dan reached to open the door to the backseat behind him. He took a step to the side, pulling Phil with him, and then shoved him into the backseat.

Phil fell into the back with a small ‘oof’, his blue eyes going wide with surprise, and his legs dangling outside of the car.

Just as Dan was about to apologize for his brash move, Phil slid further into the car, making room in the backseat for Dan. Grinning, Dan climbed in and closed the door behind him. Feeling how hot it was in here, he said, “One sec.” He leaned between the seats to put the key in the ignition and flip on the A/C. As a cool breeze blasted from the vents, Dan started to slide into the back of the car again, hoping that the awkward sight of his bum in the air hadn’t killed the mood. He said, “Should feel less like a sauna in here soon.”

“Mmm hmm,” Phil sighed, hardly seeming to notice what Dan was saying.

Dan glanced over his shoulder, seeing that Phil was staring at his bum. Well, the mood certainly hadn’t been killed, it seemed… With his cheeks pink, Dan knelt in the backseat in the space between Phil’s parted knees. In the glow of the overhead light, he admired the sight of Phil lying beneath him. His red NASA shirt was riding high, exposing a bit of creamy belly, his black quiff was mussed, and his blue eyes were heavily lidded. Dan wanted him so badly but wasn’t sure where he wanted to start first.

“Well? Do you have one? Show me,” Phil requested in a rough voice.

It took Dan’s distracted brain a few seconds to recall what they had been talking about outside. When he did, he lifted the front of his black t-shirt to expose his belly button. “I have one, but that doesn’t mean I’m human. Lots of extraterrestrials have them. It’s where they connected us to the pod where we were grown.”

Phil laughed and reached out to stroke Dan’s exposed stomach, leaving tingling trails behind his tracing fingertips. “Tell me more. Show me more. I want to know all about you and where you come from.”

“The place where I come from is actually the moon of a much larger nearby planet, although don’t think of it like the moon of your Earth. It’s much larger and has an atmosphere. The air is rich in nitrogen, and it has a ghostly green glow. It’s no wonder why the scientists of Earth have been fascinated by it for decades.” As Dan spoke, the grin on Phil’s face showed him that he once more knew exactly what Dan was referencing. He loved how much they had in common. Dan placed his hands on the hem of his black t-shirt. “Well, that’s some more about where I come from. Now, how about me. Are you curious to see what an alien looks like?”

Phil licked his lips. “Not just any alien. You. I’m curious to see what you look like.”

In response, Dan peeled off his shirt, slowly in a way that he hoped was teasing and alluring. After discarding his shirt, he arched his back a little to display his smooth chest, aware of the way that Phil was watching him. He waited for whatever response would be offered, biting his lip self-consciously and hoping that looked sexy.

Phil placed two tentative hands on Dan’s hips and caressed, seeming to admire the softness of Dan’s skin. He slipped his hands along the waistline of Dan’s jeans, and he appeared to be particularly intrigued by the start of Dan’s v-line, which was just peeking out of the fabric of his low-slung pants. Phil’s thumbs caressed the lines, which sent tingles all the way down, and Dan shivered. Finally, Phil spoke in a whisper, “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Feeling cheeky, Dan grinned and said, “And you haven’t seen the rest of me yet. I think you’re in for a surprise.”

Phil seemed distracted. His eyes were now on the dark skin of Dan’s nipples and his hands were inching upwards. “Oh? What’s that.”

Hesitating, Dan almost didn’t say it. He didn’t want to kill the sexy vibe with a kinky joke, and though Phil had been into it before this could be crossing a line… He took a deep breath. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, and the silence was getting too long, so he decided to just say it in the flirtiest voice he could manage. “I may look human right now, but there’s something about me that may shock you. Phil… when I show it to you, you have to promise me you won’t scream.”

Phil’s blue eyes widened. “What is it?”

With his lips pulled wide with a grin, he leaned over to give Phil a quick kiss, only realizing at the contact that it was their first kiss. Dan froze in place, unsure if this was what Phil wanted or if he should have asked for permission first, but Phil responded to the kiss. It felt easy and right. Phil’s lips were soft, and Dan could taste the strawberry milkshake he’d had at the Inn. It was so lovely that Dan found himself sighing contentedly when they broke apart.

“Well?” Phil asked with a soft chuckle.

Dan blinked, trying to refocus his thoughts which had gone swimmy at the kiss. “Hmm?”

“What is the thing you were going to tell me?”

“Oh,” Dan said with a nervous chuckle. “I was going to show you, not tell you. So, you’ll just have to be patient, little human.” He was lying partially on top of Phil since the kiss, so he felt it when Phil shivered in response. Dan chuckled, “You’re enjoying this far too much. Being abducted by an alien is supposed to be scary.”

Phil gave a chagrined smile. “Okay, I’ll admit it. Perhaps this is a recurring fantasy of mine. And you, too. Perhaps I wanted to be lying here with you from the moment I saw you earlier. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“Of course it doesn’t,” Dan said, hoping it showed in his voice how flattered he felt. He wanted to give Phil something in return for this this feeling, so he launched himself fully back into the alien abduction fantasy, complete with cocky grin. He lifted himself off Phil and knelt above him once more with his hands playing idly with the button on his jeans, a gesture meant more to draw the eyes there than to accomplish disrobing. “Does it bother you, little human, to know that you’re a fantasy of mine too? That I’m thinking about doing all kinds of things to you right now?”

Phil bit his bottom lip before asking, “What things do you want to do to me?”

“I’d like to make a study of your body,” he said, running a hand across the smooth, pale skin of Phil’s stomach, and then across the ribs along his side. “I’d like to explore your body, to see what I can make it do… for research purposes of course. Human bodies fascinate me, and there’s so much I must learn about you. So, Phil, will you help me with this?”

Phil was biting his lip again, and this time it looked like he was doing it to hide a smile. “Well, I don’t know… What will I get for helping you? I hope I get to explore a little bit of your fascinating body, too. And what exactly will this this study involve?”

“Oh, you can explore me all you like.” Dan’s hands returned to his own pants, and this time made efficient work of his fly and zipper. He kicked off his jeans, hindered slightly by the tight confines of the car, but made it look as easy and sexy as he could. Now that he was only wearing black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, his arousal was obvious, and he tried to wear it with a confidence that fit with this narrative. The way that Phil was staring at him with obvious desire made that a little easier, so Dan smiled at him. “And as for this study, do you remember when I said I might show you something shocking later? That’s part of this. I’m going to show you my tentacle now, but please don’t scream.”

Phil was biting his bottom lip so hard now that the skin beneath it was blanching white – he was trying and failing to hold in laughter. After a moment of composing himself, he said in a breathy voice, “I won’t scream. I promise. Now, please show it to me.”

As Dan had expected, all of Phil’s attention was now focused on the bulge in his boxers. Dan moved his right hand to it and teased the fabric, as if he were contemplating taking his boxers off, while also stimulating himself. This sight succeeded in captivating Phil’s full attention, which had been the plan. Leaning slightly to the left, he was able to reach into his suitcase on the floor and retrieve a cloth bag from inside.

“What’s that?” Phil asked, when Dan dropped all pretense of stroking himself to dig in the bag for the toy.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Dan said, as he dropped the bag to the floor, and brandished what was inside. “This is my tentacle.”

The toy was dark violet with a stylized design on it in a lighter shade of purple, where there would be suction cups on a tentacle if the toy wasn’t smooth for comfort. It was made of a soft silicone with a tapered point, and there was a slight squiggle to it. The sight made Phil’s mouth gape. He didn’t say anything.

“Do you like it?” Dan asked in a small voice, losing some of his cocky demeanor.

After swallowing heavily, Phil said, “I love it. Are you going to use it on me?”

“If you want me to, I will. Do you?”

“Yes, please,” Phil said with a smile.

“Okay then. Pants off. I need to get something else,” Dan requested, picking up the authoritative manner of an abducting alien once more. While Phil shimmied out of his jeans, Dan returned to his suitcase and grabbed a bottle of lube. He also got out a condom, which he rolled onto the tentacle toy – the toy was clean, but it seemed polite to put a condom on it before using it on a stranger. By the time he returned to place between Phil’s knees, he was nude now. Dan admired him for a moment, running a hand down his milky thigh before paying him the compliment he was due, “You’re a marvelous specimen of humanity.”

“You too,” Phil whispered, but then said louder, “I can tell that you’re a testament to your kind, too.”

Dan noticed the way that Phil’s eyes kept flicking to the tentacle dildo in his hand. He laughed and wiggled it. “Want something?”

Phil’s cheeks got pink and he was having trouble maintaining eye contact, but he said, “Um, well, are you ready? To study me I mean…”

“I am.” Dan put down the dildo for a moment. He uncapped the bottle of lube and drizzled some on his fingers. As he rubbed his fingers together to warm the fluid, he said, “From what I’ve heard about humans, there’s a little bit of preparation that’s necessary before I do any internal exploring. Are you ready?” When Phil nodded in response, Dan reached down to press a finger into his body. He watched Phil’s face for signs of discomfort but saw nothing more than a slight wrinkling of his nose. As he moved his finger in and out, he said, “You have to tell me what you’re feeling. For the study. Be as detailed as you can.”

“Mmmmh, feels nice. It would feel even nicer if you moved your hand faster,” Phil requested, and his breathing got heavier as Dan instantly complied. He shifted his hips, searching for a better angle to receive the attention Dan was giving him. “I can take another. You can add another finger please.”

Dan pressed a second finger into him. He was still watching Phil’s face, but no longer out of concern – there was something intoxicating about the sight of this lovely face in the grip of pleasure and knowing that he was the one causing it. As Phil was swept away by the sensation, his breathing got heavier, and he closed his eyes. Overtaken by a wave of affection, Dan leaned in to place a kiss on the inside of Phil’s thigh.

After a few more minutes, it was obvious to Dan that Phil was eager for more, and he felt the same. He withdrew his fingers and picked up the toy, which he coated with more lube. He asked, “Are you ready for the next stage of the experiment, little human?”

Phil nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please. I need it. Give me your tentacle. Breed me with it.” He flushed again as he saw the way Dan was pressing his lips together to hold in laughter. He asked in a hushed voice, “Was that too much?”

“No, that was sexy,” Dan insisted, as he moved the tentacle toy into place, but didn’t push it in yet. He asked, “Ready?”

Phil just nodded again. His cheeks were still red, and he seemed wary of saying anything that might be over the line of normality. It made Dan want to help loosen him up.

Dan pressed the toy in slowly, glancing between the sight of it being swallowed by Phil’s body, and Phil’s face as his nose scrunched up again. When the toy was halfway home, Dan paused and asked, “Am I going too fast? How does that feel?”

“Mmmmh,” Phil sighed, and he seemed to need to take a moment to blink and organize his thoughts. “It feels good. More than good. Please don’t stop, I’m fine and I want more. I want all of it.”

Dan’s cock gave a twitch at the words, but he ignored it. He wanted to please Phil right now, so he wasn’t concerned with his own body’s needs. He was about to start again, but then he decided to tease Phil a little. He bit the inside of his cheek lightly to suppress a smile, and asked, “I’m sorry, you want all of what? I don’t know what you’re asking for…”

Phil scowled, though his eyes were sparkling with amusement. “You’re really going to make me ask for it?”

“Mmm hmm,” Dan hummed, continuing to hold the toy still.

Phil sighed, but then said, “Please give me your tentacle. It feels amazing. If you give me more, I’ll be good for you. I’ll let you study me all you all you need. Please, Dan. Use me for your experiment.”

Dan noticed the way that Phil’s erection was pulsing during this plea. It seemed impossible, but Phil might already be close, just from what they’d done so far and this scenario they were playing with. It was adorable and sexy at the same time, and it made Dan want to give Phil everything. He kissed the inside of his thigh again before saying, “Okay, little human. You can have it all.”

Phil gasped as he felt the slow slide of the toy entering him fully to the base. Then he moaned as Dan started to move it in and out. Dan knew from experience how incredible this toy felt – the nearly uneven texture of the toy and the slight curves in the silicone were unlike any other one he tried. Or like Phil had tried before either, Dan would guess, based on how he seemed to be enjoying it. Dan hoped that this was just like Phil had fantasized a tentacle would feel. In between panting breaths, Phil moaned, “Oh my gosh, Dan. You’re incredible.”

“I am?” Dan’s cheeks flushed. He hadn’t expected that kind of praise – he had thought that Phil would be enjoying the toy in this moment, not the hand that was moving it.

“Oh, yes,” Phil sighed in response. “You’ve been surprising me since the moment we met. It makes me never want to leave, just so I can see what you’ll do next.”

Warmth flooded Dan’s chest because he felt the same way. He smiled and tried to cover up how touched he was with a casual laugh – he could confess later, but this felt like a moment for giggles and teasing. He said, “If you like surprises, I have one more in store for you. Call it… phase two of the experiment.”

Phil giggled heartily, which jostled his body a little; he seemed to realize how good movement felt, because he started to shift his hips as Dan continued to move the toy inside him. “Mmmh, phase two please. I’m ready. Surprise me.”

Grinning, Dan flipped a switch on the base of the toy. It started to buzz in his hand, and deep inside Phil’s body the tip of the tentacle started to wiggle back and forth. He took a break from thrusting it inside Phil’s body and left it buried deep, just enjoying the sight of what it was doing to Phil’s body.

Phil shouted in surprise at the stimulation. His body went tense, and then he relaxed with a groan. Then he tensed again and arched his back slightly. He thrashed his head from side to side, mussing his hair, and a dark strand got stuck to his sweaty forehead. The muscles in his stomach quivered. For a second, Dan considered moving the toy again in an attempt to finish Phil, but he left it where it was. He wanted to see if he could get him off with words alone. He placed a hand low on Phil’s stomach, and said, “I think I’ve discovered what I needed to know with this experiment. You’re perfect. I’m going to breed you.”

Phil came with a shout, spilling sticky seed across his thighs and stomach. Some ran onto the seats, but Dan wasn’t worried about his rental car now. He watched as the aftershocks of Phil’s orgasm shook him, and then turned off the vibrations so the sensitivity wouldn’t bother him. Carefully, he withdrew the toy, and then discarded it on the floor to be dealt with later. Phil was watching him. He licked his lips and asked in a voice roughened by moaning, “How about you?”

“Me?” Dan blinked and belatedly realized that Phil was asking if he wanted to be taken care of, too. His arousal must be obvious, but Dan shook his head. In that moment, it was difficult to put into words, but he knew he didn’t just want to have sex in a car and never see Phil again, and he feared that would happen if he accepted Phil’s offer now. Hoping that some of the meaning made it into his response, he said, “Not yet.”

Phil smiled and sat up, covering his lap with his pants that had fallen to the floor. As Dan settled comfortably into the backseat with him, Phil said, “Sorry about your car. The backseat might need to be cleaned…”

Dan waved away the worry. “It’s fine. It’s just a rental.”

“You’re just passing through then? Me too.”

Dan nodded. This was quickly becoming awkward small talk, but he didn’t know how to fix this. “Yeah, I’m just here on vacation. I live in London.”

“Oh! Me too!” Phil grinned broadly. “That’s an amazing coincidence.”

“It is.” Dan’s heart was racing in his chest. He stared unblinkingly in Phil’s eyes for a long moment, starting to relax once more. “Did you book a room for the night at the Little A'le' Inn?” When Phil nodded in response, Dan said, "I suppose I should get a room, too." "You might not need to..." Phil said, and the intensity of his gaze made his offer clear. "Oh. Yes. That sounds lovely." Dan found himself already mentally remapping the course of his vacation to include a second person. He realized Phil might not share this impulsive nature, so he said, “Just so you know, I’m supposed to be in Las Vegas tomorrow. I booked some plans there. I was just going to visit Area 51 today.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Vegas!” In a small voice, Phil asked, “Could I come with you?”

“Of course.” Dan laughed and leaned in to kiss Phil. It felt like the first of many.

“Hey!” Phil protested, but kissed him back. “What’s so funny?”

Dan smiled and shook his head. “I was just thinking about coincidences, and how funny they are. That in this massive universe, two lifeforms can somehow manage to find each other. What are the odds of that?”

“You’re such a nerd.” Phil snorted and shook his head. But he was looking out the window to the darkening sky above, where the first stars of the night were shining.

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