#sorry to the ones who like me for my outta pocket side

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Finna post my drafts cause I have 40 of them hoes and need to clean it out.

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Rule Breaker - Pt 2

max verstappen x single mom!reader

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warnings: cursing, reader y/nsplains, jos is an asshole, fluff, barely proofread, logan tries to flirt, y/n's bestie is a tumblr girlie at heart, kiddo steals the show Summary: Max has it all...right? Besides, he's too busy collecting trophies and completing side quests for anything else. Until... You moved across a whole ass ocean to start over, uprooting you and your son's lives to become social media admin for cars that drive in circles. word count: 6833 auth.note: thank you all so much for the love for part 1!!! ily all and i'm having so much fun writing this

The paddock was relatively quiet so early in the morning. Unable to sleep, y/n had left the hotel and made her way to the track. She was taking the opportunity to explore the settings on the camera and getting her bearings since she didn't have any work duties to complete until later in the day. She had expected Kevin to want to come with her, but he'd opted to sleep in with Ellie, who would bring him to the track later. So she wandered, exchanging the occasional greeting with others. Stopping to take a photo of a bird perched on the fence in front of pit lane, she backed up, crashing into someone.

"Whoop, s'cuse me, sorry," she said, turning to apologize properly. She recognized the two men by their faces but her mind blanked on their names.

"It's alright, ma'am. Didn't mess up your shot, did we?" His American accent was a happy surprise.

"I don't think so." Smiling, y/n lowered the camera. "My fault, and I'll blame it on being new."

"Marketing?" The other man guessed.

Australian. And suddenly she remembered their names. "Social media. I'm y/n."

"So great to meet you." Logan tipped his head slightly. "Carolina?"

"God, you can take the hick outta Carolina, but you can't take the Carolina outta the hick." He grinned and she laughed. "North Carolina, yeah."

Oscar stared at Logan. "How did you guess that? She just sounds plain American?"

"No, dude, it's the lilt. It's like when George got pissed we couldn't pick up on the different English accents."

"Can he pick up on the different American south accents?" y/n asked.

Logan rolled his eyes. "He knows Brooklyn, Midwest, valley girl, and just south."

"In his defense it's hard to pick out each individual one," Oscar pointed out.

Y/n shrugged. "You've got a point. I sound different from people that grew up just an hour from me."

"Yeah! And I know mine's been butchered from so much time in Europe." Logan nodded.

"You still sound more like home than anyone else I've met."

"I was gonna say the same thing – you sound like home." He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that had her smiling in return.

"And what do I sound like?" Oscar asked with a grin.

"A magical place far, far away," y/n told him. She covertly checked the time and wondered if hospitality had finished setting up so she could get some coffee.

"Hear that? I sound like Star Wars."

"She's using southern charm on you, dude," Logan snorted.

"Well it's working, I'm charmed."

A giggle bubbled up her throat and she let it free, raising her camera and giving them a hopeful look. "Okay?"

"Hang on—" Logan fussed with his hair, and y/n laughed when Oscar reached to help him, then they both had to fuss with Oscar's hair. "Think we're presentable enough?"

She nodded, moving so the sunlight was beside them. She got several photos and thanked them. "I'll send them to y'alls social media teams?"

"You can just send it to me." Logan began patting his pockets for his phone.

"Unbelievable," Oscar muttered under his breath, and y/n barely heard it, giving Logan her number and adding him to her contacts once he'd sent her a text.

"I should get going – Sorry for bumping into you."

"Don't apologize, I'm glad you did."

As she walked away she gave her head a little shake, smiling to herself when she overheard Oscar's grumbling that Logan had flirted with fuckin' Red Bull's social media admin. Something told her to glance back and she did, amused to see Logan watching her. Don't show interest, don't show interest, don't—

He gave a little wave. And she smiled, waving back.

Fuck.

Ducking around the corner, she wandered until she found hospitality, grogginess taking over as she made her way to the back to fix herself coffee. She recognized a couple engineers and mechanics that she'd met in Milton Keyes and greeted them, settling into a corner to drink and look over the pictures she'd gotten.

She was on her second coffee, had uploaded the pictures to her laptop, and was editing the first batch for a short video when the chair across from her was pulled out, taking her shoe with it.

"Sorry," Max said when she yelped, chuckling as he bent to pick up her shoe. "Didn't know you were attached."

"Bad habit I'm afraid." Taking the shoe, she shifted to put it back on. "Picked it up when I was pregnant now I do it without thinking."

"For the swelling?" he asked, sitting down and taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah." After tying the shoelace she shifted, tucking one foot beneath her. "Good morning, by the way."

"Morning. Already working?"

"I'm gonna do a short photo tour of the track. I got some nice shots."

"You walked the track?"

"I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep, so… It's beautiful first thing in the morning."

Max nodded, picking up his coffee again. "Why couldn't you sleep?"

"Max, you should know that hotel beds suck. Especially with a three year old sleeping sideways and a snoring friend in the other bed. Is this where you tell me you slept great?"

"Haha, no. My sleep was shit but it wasn't because of the bed. I didn't get enough." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I was up late sim racing."

"Okay, explain sim racing to me," she requested, slipping one earbud in so she could check that the music she'd selected went well with the photos. Tweaking it as he began to talk, she realized she was barely paying attention to her work, exporting and posting the video to all the platforms then closing her laptop to focus on him. He talked with his hands. It was something she'd picked up on already, that if he was focused on the topic he used his hands. Maxplaining the fans called it. Finishing her coffee, she listened intently, propping her chin on one hand.

 He smiled, almost shyly, as he finished. "It's something I truly enjoy. I'm not very sociable. I like going out once in a while, but I prefer to stay in, yeah? And I can spend hours in the sim without thinking twice."

"I spent the last few days watching a lot of interviews. Not just of you and Checo, but everyone on the grid," y/n said softly. "Leclerc talks about piano and his family, Norris talks about gaming and DJing, and Hamilton has his six hundred side projects."

"Yes?" He didn't look or sound impatient for her to get to the point, and she appreciated that.

"The thing is, they all have passions outside of racing. This – formula one, fastest cars, all that – is a goal, a dream, but they all have something else they love, that they can pursue now." She paused, meeting his eyes. "The only thing I've seen you passionate about is racing."

He blinked once, nodding his head. "Because it is my passion."

Y/n regarded him carefully for a moment. "You're very lucky, Max."

That must have surprised him, because his brow furrowed. "Why do you say that?"

"Not everyone is able to be successful following their passion. Being able to do what you love for both a job and hobbies is almost unheard of, yet you're doing it. You break records and win races and yeah you've had a few setbacks but you're still in love with this. And on your off time you're training to be better and studying tracks and you go home and race on your computer." She shook her head in amazement. "You're incredibly lucky, that your passion is not only something you're good at but something you can be immersed in nonstop, and that you haven't lost your love for it."

"I guess I am lucky," he said carefully. "But luck had nothing to do with me getting into formula one."

"I know." She held up her hands, not wanting him to think she thought he was in the position he was purely by chance. "I can't imagine how much work you've done over the years, or how many sacrifices you've had to make. It's just… In my experience, passion doesn't always equal financial stability is what I'm trying to say."

"What's that saying? Do something you love and you never work a day in your life?"

Y/n snorted. "That's bullshit. I love sleeping and yet I still have to work."

That made him laugh and she rolled her eyes, even though she enjoyed the sound. "Surely you love more than sleep."

"I love a lot of things. Maybe that's been my problem all my life. I find things and fall in love with them and when I think hey this might be it something new and shiny comes along and I fall in love with that."

"There's nothing wrong with being passionate about many things," Max said gently.

"That's what I keep telling myself. And yet—"

"Are you saying you don't love your job?"

She froze, a wave of panic rippling through her. "Uhmm… Since it's technically my first day I can't answer that."

"Okay. Do you love your social media?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table.

The table which was, suddenly, smaller than she remembered.

"I like engaging others. I like creating conversations and seeing my work appreciated," she finally said.

"You sound like a PR person. Do you love it?" He enunciated each word slowly.

She couldn't say yes. The answer wasn't no, either, because she didn't hate it. "I personally hate it. But you've learned how to make it work for you, yeah? How to word things to spark a conversation among followers? What type of content people appreciate?"

"I like to think so."

"Stop being so unsure of yourself. You study it, right? At your last job when you posted a video and no one liked it what did you do? "

She exhaled harshly. "I compare it to ones that did well and pick it apart to see why it didn't work."

"Why?"

"Why?" she echoed.

"Why did you pick it apart?"

"Because I wanted it to do well," she said slowly.

"And these conversations you want to create, do you join in or sit and watch them happen behind the safety of your screen?" He reached over, gently turning her laptop so he could see the screen.

"I engage. I reply and ask questions to make the viewers want to keep the conversation going."

"Why?"

"Because—" She clicked the mouse, bringing up the comments below the video she'd posted to Instagram. "These comments? Come from people that love this brand – or sport. Some of them are trolls who just want to start up an argument to make their boring lives more interesting for a few minutes, but for the most part it's people who care. People who want to see this team do well. People who had the dream of doing it themselves but life got in the way. People who watched it with their parents and still watch to stay connected to someone they love. It's little kids who want to be like you. It's people who spend their hard earned money on a t-shirt or a hat or a ticket to see someone they admire live out their dream." She took a quick breath, scrolling through the comments. "If I don't like or respond to them, they feel like their opinions don't matter. And maybe they don't in the grand scheme of formula one. But they want to be seen and heard. When I click and they see that Red Bull Racing liked their comment or replied with an emoji or whatever, they have a few seconds of elation, and their support of this team is cemented just a bit more."

Max blinked at her, and she continued even though she heard him draw a breath to speak.

"I know very well how horrible social media can be. However, I've seen how it fosters growth for a company. You're not stupid, I'm sure you've seen how TikTok challenges or Instagram livestreams have brought in more support. Not to mention money. If a post of you wearing your Red Bull shirt gets a million likes, I can probably pull the data and show you that a hundred thousand people went to view the shirt on the official shop and probably twenty-five thousand ordered one. A silly picture of you arriving for race day or a new helmet design pulls people in and gets them excited. And, yes, it makes money. Which in turn pays the salaries of everyone on the team."

"Y/n."

She sucked in a breath. "I'm—"

"Passionate," he whispered before she could say sorry.

"I know what it's like to enjoy something and never feel included," she murmured. "So, yeah… I guess I love what I do, because I like that I can include people in something they love."

His hand covered hers briefly. "For a moment there, I even loved social media."

She watched his fingers squeeze hers before they slid away, wondering why his touch lingered. "Yeah?"

"It's easy to forget that there are real people saying nice things. Sometimes all you can see is the negativity."

"Negativity only breeds more negativity—"

"And when you look at it, it's all you'll see," he murmured.

"Well… So far everything I've posted today has been met with positivity."

"That's good."

"Okay, a few comments about wanting to see Lando on the podium. Thank you for letting me rant about why I do what I do," she said, glancing at his hand without meaning to.

"You let me do the same," he reminded her. Lifting his chin, he waited until she looked at him again. "Are you too busy to see what I was talking about?"

"I don't have anything scheduled until after lunch."

"Perfect." He lightly drummed on the table and stood. "Do you want to see my rig?"

"You do know I won't have a clue what anything but the computer and monitor are, right?" Smiling, she stood and began packing away her stuff.

Closing her laptop, he handed it over, catching her earbud when it fell off the edge of the table. "Maybe you'll like it so much you'll want one of your own."

*-*

He was rambling, he knew he was, telling her about the setup and his plan for the 24 hour race over the weekend and how he had everything scheduled so he could do two of the things he loved most. But he could tell she was paying attention, actually listening, as if she really cared. Rubbing his palms against his thighs, he finished and looked up at her.

"So this is your actual job and the f1 thing is just a hobby?" she teased.

Laughing, he got to his feet and got himself a can of Red Bull. "It's just racing, y/n."

"And racing is life."

"Absolutely." He watched her muffle a yawn behind her hand.

"Am I allowed to mention it in my posts? Because it sounds so badass. Sim race stint then qualifying, chug a Red Bull, sim race stint then race."

"You can mention it, not like it's a secret." He watched her hide another yawn and cleared his throat. "Looks like you need a Red Bull."

She shook her head. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Nodding, he checked the time. Just over an hour before he had to meet with his trainer. "Of course."

"I hate Red Bull," she whispered.

He choked on a laugh. "You what?"

"I've tried so many times! I can just about stomach one of the flavored editions, but the original? Tastes like battery acid to me." She looked embarrassed and covered her face with her hands. "Please don't tell anyone."

"You hate the drink. So you accepted a job with a team owned by the drink company." He wanted to laugh. It was so absurd to him.

"Yes," she groaned.

"That would be like me taking a job at Instagram."

"I know it's so bad. What makes it worse is I love Monster—"

"Of course you do," he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Please say you won't tell anyone. If corporate hears, I'll probably get fired. It's in my contract that I can only drink that while in pubic during race weekends which means I've got to either stick to water or learn to fake it."

"Your secret's safe with me," Max promised, breathing in the aroma of her perfume as she moved past him to get her bag.

"Thank you. I think Ellie would kill me if I told her I have to find a new job."

He didn't want her to go so soon. Ridiculous because he knew he'd see her in just a few hours. By the end of the weekend he'd be sick of seeing her. Sipping his drink, he finally sighed and cleared his throat. "You can take a power nap."

She whipped her head around, sending a wave of her perfume his way. "What?"

"A power nap." Before he could stop himself he was setting down his drink and taking her bag off her shoulder. "Thirty minutes, and you'll feel great."

"Max—"

"You need to be alert and focused, and I don't have a Monster for you to drink. Please, I insist." He motioned to his bed in the far corner, gently nudging her shoulder when she hesitated.

"You're sure?" she asked softly, and when he assured her he was she bent to take off her shoes, looking almost elated as she walked over to the bed. "Wait, I need to set an alarm."

"I'll wake you."

She lifted an eyebrow and he pulled out his phone to set a thirty minute timer. Satisfied, she sat on the edge of the bed, thanking him several times as she laid down and curled up on her side. "Thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes," he murmured, sitting on the couch to answer emails. It was fifteen minutes before she stopped shifting and kicking, and when he heard her breathing even out he knew she was asleep. Resetting the timer, he stood and carefully pulled the blanket over her, then returned to the couch and tried his best to ignore that she was sleeping in his room.

Her phone started buzzing on the table. She didn't stir so he ignored it, focusing on his email. That was impossible though so he cleared out his unread texts, one foot bouncing each time he heard her breathe. A mistake. It had been a mistake. He jumped up when her phone began to buzz again and, glancing from it to her, he realized she would undoubtedly sleep through it. He picked it up and was about to silence it when he saw the name on the screen. Ellie. That was her friend that was helping with Kevin… Something could be wrong, so he answered the call and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, we just— Who's this?"

"Max. This is Ellie?"

"…Yes…" The woman sounded wary. "Why are you – Oh! Max! Right of course. Um, is y/n okay?"

Max looked over at her, smiling faintly when she shifted. "She's fine. Taking a nap, actually."

Ellie snorted. "Of course she is."

"Is everything okay with Kevin?"

As though aware of the question, Kevin began chattering in the background. "Yeah, he's perfect. I was calling to let her know we just got here but I ain't got a clue where to go."

"Are you at the main entrance?" he asked, slipping out of the room so he wouldn't wake y/n. Ellie told him where they were and he nodded as he pulled out his own phone to text one of the team assistants. "You're going to walk down to the turnstiles, scan your passes and come through. Someone will be there to meet you and bring you to the motorhome."

"Ok perfect. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. We'll be downstairs to meet you." Ending the call, he checked that the assistant was going to meet them then reentered his room. He closed the door and silenced his timer. "Y/n?"

She hummed in her sleep, and he smiled while he crossed over to the bed.

"Y/n," he called gently. She groaned, shifting to face away from him and it suddenly occurred to him that when he went to bed that night he would smell her on the pillow and the sheets. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, but it was too late now.

Would he be an asshole if he had his sheets changed before the end of the day?

Leaning down, he gently touched her shoulder. She inhaled sharply and he saw her eyes snap open. "You have company on its way," he said softly, tugging the covers back in case she tried to get comfortable again. His eyes swept down, locking on the skin bared by her shirt, which had ridden up in her sleep. "Come on, you had a nice nap, time to wake up."

"This bed is so much more comfortable than the one at the hotel," she mumbled, slowly sitting up and turning to face him. Smoothing down her shirt, she stretched and sighed, blinking as she focused on him. "Oh! Ellie and Kevin!"

He laughed as she leapt to her feet, his hands immediately moving to steady her. "It's fine, they haven't even made it to the paddock yet. I've sent someone to meet them."

"Oh," she murmured. "Thank you."

His hands were on her hips, and he forced his breathing to remain calm as she rested her hands on his forearms. The space, which had felt roomy and open, now felt tiny with how close she was to him. He was painfully aware of the scant space between them and each place their bodies touched, but more so of her. That heady floral scent of her perfume and the softness of her palms against his skin. The gentle lushness of her hips. He could hear every breath as his gaze traveled up from her hands to her face, lingering on her slightly parted lips before settling on her eyes. "You good?"

"Yep."

"Right. Sorry," he mumbled, releasing her hips and taking a step back. "I'll get your shoes."

What was wrong with him? It hadn't been so long that he got turned on like a teenager just from touching a woman… As he bent to retrieve her shoes he counted back, dragging a hand over his face in humiliation. What must she think of him? He'd brought her to his room, showed off his fancy toys, then let her sleep in his bed. She probably thought he wanted to fuck her—

You do.

—which couldn't be further from the truth. He was just being nice. Because she was nice. That was all.

Wasn't it?

And why, he wondered as he handed her shoes to her and told her about answering Ellie's call, did he care what she thought? Not caring was his specialty.  

"How do you feel?" he asked, finishing his drink in one gulp.

"Refreshed. Thank you so much, Max." She tied her shoes and ran her fingers through her hair. Her lips moved but he didn't hear a word she said, watching her gather her hair and twist and twirl it, securing it with a band from her wrist.

Witchcraft.

"That okay with you?" she asked, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"Of course," he answered automatically.

She clapped her hands together. "Great! I'll put up a post asking for fan questions."

Max blinked, pinching his brows together. "Fan questions."

"Well we can't do an impromptu Q and A without questions." She had her other phone out now, fingers flying across the screen. "We'll do it this afternoon? Just let me know the best time."

Fuck's sake. What had he agreed to? More importantly, how had she gotten him to say yes? Everyone knew he had a low tolerance for marketing. He could take it back and say no, he couldn't do it today. He could tell her to get Checo to do it, that he would do it another time. He'd gotten out of marketing and social media stupidity without a problem plenty of times before. But he was already opening his calendar, going over his schedule, already telling her the open slot he had at 5, and was already putting Q and A with Y/n in that space.

"Perfect," she enthused, shouldering her bag and heading for the door, her fingers still tapping swiftly on the screen. "They should be here about now, right?"

Nodding, he followed her out the room and down, smiling when Kevin came through the front door with a woman he assumed was Ellie. The boy dropped her hand and sprinted over to y/n, who dropped down to hug him tightly. Max looked on, chest squeezing, searching for something that had been lacking, as mother and son talked and hugged, their words overlapping. They both understood each other perfectly, though, and he smiled at Kevin's excited retelling of what he'd had for breakfast. Introducing himself to Ellie, he reached to shake her hand.

"Mister Max!" The boy squealed.

"Kevin!" He was down in a split second, Ellie forgotten and chest constricting tighter as Kevin hugged him like a long lost friend.

"I saw two cats and a horse!" Kevin tugged at his shirt, grinning as he showed off his Red Bull merch.

"You did? What kind of cats?" he asked, taking the boy's cap and beginning to roll the brim for him while the boy described the cats and then the horse. Returning the cap, he enthused over animals, telling him about his own two cats and pulling out his phone to show him a few pictures.

"I miss Cotton," Kevin said with a small pout.

"Is that your cat?" Max saw his trainer approaching and gave him a quick nod.

"Yeah. We can't bring him to Eng-a-lund so Aunt Ellie's sister has him." Kevin's pout melted into a faint smile. "But she sends lots of pictures!"

"That's good. And maybe you'll be able to get him soon."

"Mama says it's s'pensive." The boy sighed as though he had to earn the money to bring his beloved cat to England.

"I know," Max sympathized. "Go with your mum, yeah? I've got to go train."

Kevin's face puckered in confusion. "Train? Like Shang?"

Y/n cleared her throat. "We watched Mulan on the flight last night."

"What did Shang do?" Max vaguely remembered the movie, but it had been years since he'd seen it.

"He made a man out of 'em."

"Okay, doodle bug, we have to let Max get his workout in," y/n said, flashing Max a smile. "If you ask another question he'll start singing the song."

Max stared at her then turned his attention back to Kevin. "What song?"

Because he had to. Because hearing her groan as her son began singing a song about being a man was priceless. And the dramatic way she hung her head when Ellie joined in made him laugh. Kevin giggled, cutting off his singing and looking at Max hopefully. "Will you watch it with me?"

"I—"

"Mister Max is too busy to watch a movie," y/n cut in.

"We'll watch it this weekend," Max promised, hating the sadness in the boy's eyes. Relieved when it disappeared in a flash, he gave him a high five and stood.

"Yay!"

He exchanged a look with y/n, who sighed and nodded, reaching for Kevin's hand. "I'll see you later," he said.

"5 o'clock," she reminded him as he headed out.

*-*

"So…"

Y/n groaned at Ellie's knowing tone. Watching as Kevin was snatched up by Lando so he wasn't crashed into by Charles in the impromptu game of football, she folded her arms over her chest. "So?"

"He had coffee with you."

God, here we go.

"Showed you his private room and his expensive computer setup… Let you take a nap in his bed—"

"He's just being nice," y/n insisted.

"And he's gonna take time out of his ridiculously busy weekend to watch a movie with Kevin." Ellie hummed, taking a sip of her tea.

Ignoring her, y/n looked on as Lando, Oscar, and Logan pretended to fight back the others while Kevin kicked the ball towards the goal. They were all shouting, dramatic and over the top, and above it all she heard the sweetest sound of her son's laughter. When the ball rolled into the net there was a roar that rivaled a championship game, and she joined in the cheering and applauding.

"You could do worse," Ellie murmured.

"Would you stop?" Y/n rolled her eyes, giving Logan a thumbs up when he gestured to the football and Kevin, understanding they wanted to have another quick game.

"He's cute."

"They all are," y/n muttered without thinking, lifting her camera for a few photos for her personal collection. Recognizing Checo when he suddenly appeared in the viewfinder, she snapped more photos, lowering the camera to watch.

"You know—"

"I can't wait for you to start your job so I can come and try to partner you up with a coworker," she huffed, snorting when Ellie gasped.

"You wouldn't."

"In a heartbeat."

"Besides, there's only one person in that group that's technically your coworker," Ellie said.

"I'm not here for that."

"I know." Ellie leaned against her briefly. "Wouldn't be me if I didn't encourage a delusion, though."

"Yeah…" Y/n laughed softly. "It's my first day, of course everyone's already in love with me."

"Exactly."

It was what she loved about Ellie. No matter what, she could make her laugh. Grinning, she watched Kevin bump into Oscar, who immediately collapsed with an exaggerated howl of pain, holding the leg that Kevin hadn't touched. "And they're all so good with kids."

"Total dad material, every one of them," Ellie agreed. "Not a stepdad, a dad who stepped up."

She choked on a laugh, playfully swatting her friend's arm. Because she knew Logan had overheard them. "Stop—"

"And probably more than willing to crack your back—"

"Oh my god." Clapping a hand over her face, she sensed someone approaching. "I have to work with these people."

"Only until they fuck a baby into you."

"Hey, y/n, your kid's so cool," Logan said.

Her face burned but she slowly pulled her hand away, giving him a weak smile. "Thanks."

He propped his hands on his waist, breathing heavy as he watched Kevin dart between Lando, Oscar, Checo, and Alex. "He always this energetic?"

"Fify-fifty. He's either like this or so quiet I worry he's up to something."

Logan chuckled. "Is he a troublemaker?"

"Nah, if he's quiet it's because he's focused on his cars or studying a bug."

"Christ! Get it away from me!"

Y/n's heart lurched at the sudden shriek from Lando, and she barely saw him sprinting away from her son, who was holding something in his hands.

"It's a frog, mate!" Oscar shouted behind him.

"Don't care!"

Kevin slowly walked over to y/n. "Mama, look!" he said, eyes shining with excitement. His cheeks were a little flushed from the hard play and he was giggling. "Mister Lando scared of a l'il frog."

"He's just not a country boy like you, honey," she soothed. "But maybe we should put the frog somewhere he'll be safe?"

"C'mon, Kev, I'll help you," Logan offered.

"Hmm," Ellie hummed once Logan had scooped Kevin up, cupping one hand over the boy's to keep the frog from jumping away.

"Shut it."

"I didn't say a word."

"Please, that hmm contained at least two paragraphs, ten innuendoes, and a pointed reference," y/n said, trailing behind Logan. Looking on as he set Kevin down near the tree line, she got a few pictures of them releasing the frog. She cringed when her son wiped his dirty hands on his shorts but Logan didn't seem to mind, lifting him up and carrying him back to her.

"He's free!" Kevin squealed. "Thanks, Mister Logan."

"Anytime, Kev." He tousled his curly hair after setting him down, flashing a shy smile at y/n.

She returned the smile, eyes following Kevin as he ran back to the game. "He's gonna pass out as soon as we get back to the hotel."

"He could probably run circles around all of us all night," Logan chuckled.

"True…"

"So like…" He cleared his throat. "Are you married?"

God, she loved Floridians. "No," she answered, turning to look at him. "Are you?"

"God no." He made a face at the thought. "So you're single?"

She nodded, already formulating how she would turn him down if he asked her out. She was too busy. Not interested in anything romantic at the moment. It never hurt to be honest, right? She couldn't lie and say she just had a messy breakup or—

"Would you be interested in – I'm not trying to hook up or anything," he said quickly when she opened her mouth. "Just, like, as a friend? I know how it is to feel like a fish out of water here. I'm kind of used to it but I can remember feeling like I was alone and surrounded by people who didn't understand my Americanisms."

"Oh." Aw. Damn it, she couldn't say no to that. "I… Yeah, sure, I'd like that."

He smiled. "Awesome. Maybe we can do something tomorrow after practice?" he suggested.

"Sure, sounds great. Text me?" she requested. Her phone alarm started going off and she pulled it out to silence it. "I gotta go. I'll see you later."

She waved to Ellie and mimed that she had to get some work done, waiting for her friend to wave back before making her way to the garage. While walking she got a message from one of the mechanics that the cars were photo ready and quickened her pace, envisioning the photos she would get of the mechanics and engineers. As she worked she asked questions, truly interested in what everyone did, a small idea forming that she'd run by Mr. Horner later. She knew that she would enjoy mini profiles on the team, with just the most basic of information like their names and where they were from. Maybe how long they'd been on the team, what had brought them to formula one…

"Thanks so much guys," she said as she finished up, declining the offer of a cold Red Bull. Her alarm went off again – twenty minutes to get ready to meet Max in the lounge back at the motorhome – and she switched off the camera, waving bye and turning to leave the garage.

She slammed into a human wall, grunting in surprise as she stumbled back. Twice in one day, really? The bump had caused the camera to slam against her ribs and she rubbed the spot gently. "I'm sorry! Wasn't looking where I was going."

She expected a chuckle, a reassurance that it was a hazard of the job. Maybe even an apology in return. Instead, the older man sneered at her, looking her up and down in such a way she felt like a child caught misbehaving. "You need to learn your place."

She gulped, fear prickling through her embarrassment. And even though she knew she hadn't done anything wrong, she found her mouth opening to apologize. "S-sorry."

"Horner know better than to hire amateurs," he muttered, scoffing. "He obviously didn't hire you for your looks."

She bristled at that. "I beg your pardon?"

"As you should." He brushed past her.

She felt weak. Clammy and cold. Shuddering slightly, she swallowed hard and left the garage, heading straight for the motorhome, where she was able to catch her breath. Who the hell had that been? He'd been wearing a Red Bull pass, so he had to be on the team. He was obviously important. She couldn't imagine him being considered her boss, not when everyone else had been so nice and—

"Ah, y/n, are you ready to do the Q and A?" Max asked.

Y/n felt her lungs burn and sucked in a breath, staring at the cup of coffee she'd made herself. "Y-yeah, I'll meet you up on the deck?"

Please go up, please go up, please go—

"What's wrong?"

Goddammit.

"Y/n?" He looked and sounded concerned, and she ducked her head as he walked over. "Hey…"

"I'm fine," she lied.

"You're a terrible liar," he said, leaning against the counter. "What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm just overreacting." Rubbing her hand over her face, she shook her head and reached for the coffee. "Just a run-in with an asshole."

"But I haven't seen you in three hours." Max's lips barely twitched at the corner.

"Not you, a different asshole." She felt her cheeks burn and groaned. "I'm not saying you're an asshole!"

"You don't have to, I already know I can be an asshole at times." Folding his arms over his chest, he met her eyes. "Who was it?"

"That's the thing, I don't even know. I was coming out of the garage – You know, I went down to get pics of the mechanics? Anyway, I was about to text you about the Q and A and wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into him."

"Who?"

"I don't know. Older, kinda tall? Sour faced." She raised a hand to the man's approximate height. "I apologized and he told me I need to learn my place, then said I was an amateur and Horner obviously didn't hire me for my looks – I didn't ask his name because I was in shock. All I know is he had a Red Bull pass."

Max's brow furrowed, and she felt him tense. Then, to her surprise, he described the man perfectly.

"Yeah, that's him." She bit her lip. "You know him?"

"Unfortunately," he muttered. "It's my dad."

"Oh." Y/n looked down at her coffee. "Sorry."

"Me too." He sighed, pushing away from the counter. "Don't listen to him, yeah? You have more right to be here than he does, and you're not an amateur. As much as I hate social media, even I can tell that you're excellent at your job."

"Thank you," she whispered. "I just… I've spent my entire adult life working to improve myself and discover my own worth as a human being, and I can give other women empowering pep talks, but I still freeze when a man that thinks he's better than me talks down to me."

"Fuck him," Max said simply. "He's not your boss, he can't control anything you do in your life."

"Either you're really trying to make me feel better or you really don't like your dad," she murmured. When he didn't reply, she slowly lifted her gaze. Seeing the muscle in his jaw twitch, she felt a pang of sympathy. If the man had been that rude to her, a stranger, she couldn't begin to imagine what he'd been like to his own son.

"If he speaks to you like that again, you let me know."

"I don't want to cause a fuss—"

"Not wanting to cause a fuss is why he thinks he can get away with it," Max pointed out. "I'll speak to Christian—"

"Max, no, it's literally my first week!"

"Which is why you have to set boundaries now. He'll either treat you with the respect you deserve or he'll be banned from the paddock."

Y/n blinked in shock. "You'd have him banned?"

"In a heartbeat." The look on his face told her he was serious, from the determined set of his jaw to the way he kept his eyes level with hers. "So either you mention it to Christian in the team meeting or I will."

"God," she groaned, knowing that this had to be just one tiny item among a long list of infractions for Max to want him banned. "Okay. I'll tell him before the team meeting tomorrow."

"Good. Come, let's do the Q and A. You ready?" he asked, taking her empty cup and throwing it away.

"Yeah." Grateful for the distraction, she walked to the stairs with him. "I did a clip of you looking confused and posted it on TikTok and Instagram that went viral because I captioned it When You Ask Max Verstappen About Anything But Racing. Oh and I found out Tumblr fans love making gifs of you laughing. Twitter likes making memes out of your face. Whereas Facebook is mostly a bunch of boomers commenting about how I'm ruining the integrity of the sport."

"I really do hate social media," he snorted.

"And that is why I'm doing social media," she teased. Halfway up the stairs, she slowed, turning to look at him. "Thank you, Max."

"For hating social media? You're welcome."

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[thebearer]

i looooove the way you wrote carmys casual dominance over the reader in the feeling. could you write something else that has that same vibe? like him being protective/ dominant over her while they’re around the rest of the crew?

ahhh thank you so much!!! the casual dominance was a must for me with carmy it just makes me weak in the knees lol.

"Why don't you let me help you?" You hummed, leaning over Carmen's shoulder, watching as he expertly cut the onions. "I can handle spaghetti sauce."

Carmen scoffed lightly, looking up at you under heavy brows, still chopping furiously- much faster than anything you could. "I got it." He nodded.

Your face fell slightly, stepping back to stand beside him. Carmen invited you to family every night before the restaurant opened, it was sometimes the only time you'd see him until that night when he'd collapse into bed next to you. It was the busy season, summer and tourist time, meaning everyone wanted to come to the infamous restaurant.

Carmen's chest flooded with a pang of guilt at your small frown. Fuck, maybe he'd been too mean. "'m sorry, baby. Here, I have prep to do. Can you put this in the pan for me? Start it."

The tiny smile that curled on your lips made Carmen's heart skip in his chest. "Yes, Chef." You hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, snagging the diced onions and sliding them into the pan.

You'd seen Carmen make it enough to know how to make this recipe. Canned tomato sauce, oregano, onions- you measured them, adding it all easily.

"Woah-ho-ho, look who we got here." Richie cackled, turning the corner, ignoring Sydney's screams to announce it. "We got a new chef on the roster?"

You rolled your eyes, snagging the can opener and pressing the handles together. "Yeah, I'm your replacement, Richie."

Richie's face fell slightly. He knew you were joking but a part of him worried. "Cousin, what's this, huh?"

"She's just helping, alright? Get outta the way." Carmen nodded, slicing the beef easily. His eyes watched you, flicking from his task back to you.

"Hey," Carmen called, a firm snap of the tongue that had you turning to him. "Put the hair back, baby. No one wants a hair in their food."

"Yeah, c'mon." Richie added, snickering as you snagged the hair tie off your wrist. "Gonna replace me and she don't even know how to cook right-"

"Hey, easy, cousin." Carmen's eyes were hard, glaring at Richie, the whirr of his knife sliding across the cutting board adding a dangerous edge.

Richie held his hands up in mock defense. "My apologies, your fucking majesties." He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes, moving onto the next step on the card, pouring the cans of sauce in easily and stirring, giving the side of the pan a firm tap with the spoon to get the excess off. Reaching for the knob to turn the heat up, Carmen's hands were on your waist before you could.

"Here, baby," Carmen rasped, pulling you back slightly. "Gotta loose shirt on, so you gotta stay back, alright? Tuck it in or something for me. I don't want it catchin' on fire." He muttered, hand sliding over the hem of your shirt, pressing it gently against you.

"Actually, go find an apron, ok? I'l get this started. I don't want you gettin' anything on ya." Carmen nodded towards the back.

"Yes, Chef." You saluted him playfully, passing the spoon to him.

Carmen watched you walk towards his office, stirring the ingredients before turning on the stove. He let the flame on a low flicker, reaching in his pocket for his own cigarettes, fishing one out and lighting it under the pilot light.

"Chef," Carmen called, catching Sydney as she turned the corner. "You got it?"

"I got it." Sydney nodded.

"Great, I'll be in my office." Carmen walked off, finding you in his office, lazily looking through the papers on his desk.

"Anything good?" He asked, leaning against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"What is spicy Moroccan carrot salad?" You tilted your head, reading Carmen's sloppy handwriting scribbled on the notecard.

"A side Sydney thinks would go good with the flounder we're getting in." Carmen hummed, blowing the smoke out the door before shutting it behind him.

He sunk down in his chair, patting his lap for you to sit with him. "Thanks f' helpin' me with family tonight." Carmen muttered, arms around your waist, bumming the cigarette in the tray. "Shouldn't be too long tonight."

You hummed, leaning back into his chest, head lulling back so you could look at him. "Not too long like I should wait up for you or...?"

Carmen snorted lightly. "I'll be home before midnight. Sydney and Marcus are closing tonight." He sighed, pressing a tiny kiss on your shoulder.

"Good," You grinned, turning so you were straddling him, your core rocking over his, covered by the aprons.

[4wkjun]

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Chapter 01: is this code for gay? ➥ Contains: a little bit of humor, insinuations of homosexuality, mentions of alcohol, and swearing. ➥ Word count: 2.3k

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April 2nd, 2021 Friday

“Wonnie, do you like living with Yunjin?”, you asked sitting down next to your best friend. Chaewon pouted, confused.

“Yeah, why? Does she want to move out and hasn’t told me?”

“Nah”, you scoff. “It’s just a little unbearable to keep my flat right now. I thought maybe we could find a place for the three of us?”, you said, more of a question than a statement of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be fun”, she shrugged and smiled a bit. “Do you want me to talk to her or you’ll do it?”

“I can do it”, you smiled.

“Do what?”, Jay asked dropping his backpack in the chair in front of you.

“Good morning, Mr. Park”, Chaewon mocked.

“Sorry, Ms. Kim. Good morning to y’all!”, he said in a weird tone bowing. “Now, what you’re gonna do, y/n?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re such a gossipy guy, for Christ’s sake”, you chuckled. “I’mma ask Yunjin if I can move in with them.”

“Why would you do that?”, Jay chuckled back, sitting in front of you two.

“It’s getting a little hard to keep my bills around my flat”, you sighed. “I’d be nice to share everything.”

“I have a friend who needs to move out”, Jay said raising his eyebrows, as if he just remembered that. “He hates his dorm, maybe you could see something together.”

“He? As a man?”, you raised one of your eyebrows.

“Yeah, but he’s a good guy. He just really needs to get the fuck outta there and maybe you could be friends, huh?”

“What is your mom gonna think?”, Chaewon mocked again. You laughed, slapping the back of her neck.

“As if I could care more”, you rolled your eyes. “What’s his name?”

“Jake”, Jay responded. “I think you met last year, no? At my birthday party or something?”

You pouted, trying to picture anyone named Jake. You shook your head, not capable of thinking of anyone named that.

“I don’t think so”, you said. “But maybe I could talk to him. I really want to shove my flat keys up my landlord’s ass.”

Jay laughed, searching for his phone inside of his pocket.

“I’ll text him. He’s majoring in physics, I believe he’s already there”, Jay pointed to the window. The block next to yours was the exact sciences block. “What do you think about meeting him after class? Maybe during our break?”

“Sounds good”, you smiled.

“Ugh, just when I thought I was gonna live with my girlfriend”, Chaewon pouted with a fake crying expression. You laughed, hugging her side.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be your lab partner.”

“You better be!”

“At least you have a partner”, Jay sighed dramatically while staring at the empty seat next to him. The duo-sitting dynamic is really helpful when you’re majoring in biomedicine since it’s always nice to have someone to double-check your work. (Un)luckily for Jay, his partner only showed up three times the last month. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey”, Jay smiled looking behind you. You and Chaewon were sitting across Jay in the cafeteria, along with your journalism friends: Sunghoon and Yunjin. Sunghoon lifted his eyes next to Jay, smiling when he focused on the person behind you.

Oh. That’s Jake.

Now that you saw his face you remembered: he’s one of Jay’s best friends, even though he never hangs out with the rest of you during breaks and after class. You indeed met him at Jay’s party - and if you remember clearly, you developed a quick crush on him. He looked so hot at the party, his (longer at the time) hair falling over his pretty face, a kiss t-shirt and ripped jeans may sound boring, but he managed to make that look good.

However, now, he looked so cozy. Everything ran across your head way too fast and you almost scrunched your nose at the thought. Cozy? What are you thinking?

“Hi, bro”, the guy – Jake –, smiled before quickly hugging Jay. “My boy!”, he chuckled while walking towards Sunghoon. They weirdly shook their hands and you held a laugh. Boys.

“Take a seat”, Sunghoon said smiling.

“Wow”, Yunjin said. All of you looked at her. “I didn’t know Sunghoon could smile.”

You laughed while Jake sat between his two friends, in front of Chaewon.

“Didn’t you know Jake’s his true love?”, Jay mocked.

Oh, is that what he meant by a “good guy”? Is this code for gay?

“I didn’t, in fact”, Yunjin laughed. Sunghoon frowned, threatening to throw his bread in her head.

“So, why did you need me out of my comfort zone?”, Jake funnily asked Jay, raising his eyebrows quickly.

“Comfort zone? You mean the exact building? That looks like a madhouse”, Jay mocked. “My friend here”, he pointed at you “needs someone as desperate as she is to move out.”

You awkwardly smiled at Jake, not knowing what to say. You thought Jay would be a little less direct to the point.

“Hi”, you said in a weird tone. Your girlfriends laughed. “I’m y/n.”

“I remember you”, Jake smiled softly. “I hope you’re not doing this because Jay told you I’m miserable”, he laughed.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Nah, I’m desperate to move out.”

“Good, we could... talk and see if we get along?”, he asked a little shy.

“Sure!”

“Wow, the two of you are so easy going, what the fuck?”, Chaewon laughed.

You shrugged, chuckling a bit. “That’s called necessity, darling.”

March 7th, 2022 Monday

“Jake”, you called knocking on his bedroom door. “Get up, lazy-ass!”

“I’m coming”, he groaned behind the closed door. By his groggy voice, you knew he wasn’t getting up.

With a sigh, you softly pushed the door, staring at Jake through the dim room. His blinds were closed all the way and you had to admit: that bed must be really comfy. You walked towards him, trying to adjust your eyes to the lack of lights.

Jake was lying on his stomach – shirtless, even though it was just the beginning of spring –, his hair falling around his face and pillow. The air conditioner of his room was way too cold for your liking and you wondered why he slept in such a cold room with his blankets on.

“Get up, Jakey”, you said as softly as you could, running your hand across his soft hair. “First day of school, remember? Last year, just two more semesters and we’re done for good.”

“You and I?”, he mumbled.

“Yeah.”

“So you’re breaking up with me?”, he mumbled again, still not opening his eyes.

You laughed, still caressing his scalp.

“How could I break up with the best roomie I ever had?”, you responded, thinking of that whole situation as funny.

Jake lazily opened his eyes, pouting. You took your hand off his head, crossing your arms under your chest. He stretched his body on the bed, trying to get rid of his sleepy state. The movement made his blankets shift on top of him and you could see the hem of his boxers. That’s when you looked up to the ceiling and said:

“Get ready, I’ll cook us breakfast.”

“‘kay”, he moaned. Jake sat up in his bed just in time to watch you move your ass out of his room. He bit his lips at the sight of your pretty ass tightly hugged by the fabric of your jeans. “Not the right time to be a perv, Jake”, he groaned.

Forty minutes later, you and Jake were miserably sat at the bus stop right in front of your apartment building. It was a little late, but you still had plenty of time. Jake would say random shit all of the time, making you laugh while waiting. God, he could die just by looking at your smile.

“Your hair is so long right now”, he said softly.

“I know, right? I haven’t cut it in like... a year?”, you agreed, looking at the ends of your hair. If your eyes weren’t down, you’d see Jake’s eyes shining bright as stars while staring at you. “Do you think I should cut it? Maybe like... shoulder length?”

“I... I think you’re pretty anyway”, he shrugged. You chuckled.

“You’re adorable, Jakey.”

“You’re more adorable”, he mumbled to himself.

“Huh?”, you asked, not being able to hear him.

“Nah, I’m talking to myself”, he sighed. “Look, it’s our bus.”

You looked toward the direction he pointed, nodding. You got up with your backpack along with him. Your dear roommate.

April 23, 2022 Saturday

“I’m glad you came, bro”, Jay told Jake as they sat down next to him. Jake was sitting on the yard bench, looking at the pool. Jay’s house was filled to the brim with his friends - and he had a lot. Well, you can’t turn 25 every year, right? So he had to throw a big-ass party. Drinks, food, pool, loud music... how could you and Jake say no to that invite? Oh, and being best friends with Jay, obviously.

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, dude”, Jake chuckled. His eyes found you sitting on the edge of the pool, your hair dripping water down your waist and hips after a dive. He took a long sip of his beer, trying not to stare at your pretty breasts covered only by the thin material of your bikini.

Jay’s eyes followed Jake’s, only to laugh when he realized who he was staring at.

“Are you ever gonna confess?”, Jay asked. Jake’s head turned fast with his eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, Sim Jaeyun”, Jay scolded playfully and Jake scrunched his nose at the sound of his full “real” name. “It’s been what? Almost a year?”

“That we moved in together?”

“Yeah.”

Jake hummed, looking at his cup half-empty. He felt embarrassed. What kind of guy likes to open his heart to his best buddy during a party? It was almost three p.m., he should be drinking beer out of a hose and having fun. But he couldn’t. Not while you were drinking and having fun. What if some weird guy tried to do something with you? Jake needed to be able to protect you.

“Really, dude. You should tell her.”

“Tell her what?”, Jake asked, looking at you again. You were laughing almost uncontrollably at something weird Yunjin said next to you. He held the urge to smile at your smile.

“Tell her you love her or something”, Jay shrugged. “She’s out there, maybe even looking for fish in the ocean. You could be with her right now. For almost a year.”

“She told you she’s looking for someone?”, Jake asked, staring at Jay again. Jay sighed while rolling his eyes.

“No, I’m just saying. You never know.”

Jake hummed again.

“Go on, talk to her.”

“She’s drunk.”

“Pretend you’re just as drunk. If something goes wrong, blame the alcohol and move on with your life.”

“That’s the shittiest advice you ever gave me”, Jake sighed while standing up.

“Then why are you getting up?”, Jay laughed.

“‘Cause I have no better idea”, he responded before walking away.

Jake carefully walked towards you, trying not to slip into the wet pool edge.

“Hey, y/n”, he called calmly. You looked at him with a smile, your damp hair moving across your shoulder and splashing a little bit of water on his legs.

“Hi, Jakey!”, you chanted. He chuckled.

“Can I talk to you?”, he asked. You nodded.

The silence felt loud.

“... Alone.”

“Oh!”, you said, laughing. “Sure, help me up.”

You turned around, your legs now out of the water. Jake’s feet were damp now since you caused a mini-tsunami with your feet. You reached your hands towards him and he gladly pulled you up.

“Bring her back!”, Chaewon yelled from the inside of the pool. Jake laughed and gave her a thumbs-up while carefully guiding you through the crowd of Jay’s friends.

The two of you found a spot to sit down next to the barbecue, a little far from the pool. It was still loud, but a lot less than next to the pool.

“What’s wrong, my beloved?”, you asked, softly smiling at him. You sat on one of the stools in front of the counter that separated the barbecue area from the eating area. Jake sat next to you, sighing deeply.

“How drunk are you?”

“Enough to have fun”, you winked at him. Jake laughed.

“Uh...”, he mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”, you repeated, still smiling. 

“I’m trying to find the right words”, Jake laughed under his breath. You nodded, weirdly patient for your tipsy-self.

“It’s just me. You can say whatever you want”, you shrugged.

Jake lowered his eyes, trying to avoid yours. The fact that your breasts were between your face and the floor was just a detail.

“I’m afraid this might ruin our friendship, y/n”, Jake mumbled.

“Not possible!”, you responded.

“Alright, close your eyes then”, he said. Without a word, you obeyed. Jake thought it would be easy to say he liked you a lot if you weren’t looking. However, it seemed a lot easier to do something else.

Jake leaned in and captured your lips with his. You were taken aback, so you suddenly opened your eyes and moved away from him.

“Jake...”, you started.

“Shit”, he groaned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t do this, I was gonna tell you I-”

“Aren’t you gay?”, you asked, confused.

Jake stopped, completely shocked. He stared at your face, looking for signs of a joke.

“What?”

“I thought... You and Sunghoon... No?”, you said, tilting your head.

“Fuck, no!”, he responded, his eyes big now. “He’s my best friend. And that’s all! I’m straight, y/n, for fuck sake!”

You laughed out loud, just as surprised as him.

“Well... In that case...”, you shrugged.

Jake was about to ask what were you gonna do, but this time your lips met his.

[dantakeyoman]

𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"Look who's graced me with his presence," you sighed, a small smirk playing on your lips as Dally hopped the hand-rail to the Nightly Double, obviously not paying.

"How ya doin', Nails?" He smiled, sitting down in the empty aisle seat next to you.

"Peachy...'til you got here," you teased, "Slide me a cancer stick."

He sighed, rummaging in his pockets for a moment before pulling out a single one, handing it to you, "You better smoke it good, that's my last one."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on," you rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet and whipping out your bright, red lighter.

A gift Johnny gave you for your thirteenth birthday.

You placed the cigarette in your mouth, checking out the scar on your lip through the reflection of the trigger.

It had been two months since you got jumped by the Socs, your encounter leaving you with a faint scar on the right side of your lip, stretching from right under your nose to right under the curve of your bottom lip.

And, unsurprisingly, things between the Socs and the Greasers had gone tremendously bad.

There was a fight nearly every other day, and despite the No Jazz rule you and Darry had tried to put into effect, the Socs were just making it too hard to keep a cool head.

Fightin' words, slashing tires, jumping.

It really made you wonder who were the real hoods.

"Hey, (y/n/n)," Johnny greeted, walking up to the rail and hopping over it just like Dally did a minute ago.

You quietly gasped and dropped your lighter, nearly inhaling your cig and setting yourself on fire in the process.

You squeaked and scrambled to pick it up, Dal letting out an obnoxious laugh as Johnny quickly rushed over to you, patting you on the back to clear up your coughing fit.

"You alright?! What happened?" He asked, concerned as he took his seat next to you.

You sat up, turning to Dally and shooting him a sharp glare, him returning it with his very punchable smirk.

"Sorry, Johnnycake. You just startled me is all," you cleared your throat, rummaging in your pocket and grabbing some change.

"S'all right if you could go to the stand and get me some water?"

"Sure," he nodded, taking the money and standing up, walking over to the concession stand to wait in line.

Once you were sure he was out of earshot, you let Dally have it.

"Bastard! What the hell?! You didn't tell me Johnny was coming!" You whisper-yelled, smacking the man in the arm.

"Cool it, would ya. You two need this," he scoffed, your attacks not even phasing him.

"I'm sick of all the puppy dog eyes and the blushin' and shit. Everyone and their mother knows that you two like each other."

You flushed with embarrassment, slightly taken aback.

'That couldn't be true, right?'

You and Johnny went back to the sandbox, and for as long as you can remember you've felt some type of way about him.

The way his hair fell in his face, the way certain things would bring a small sparkle to his brown eyes, the way you could catch hints of his true smile if you were paying attention.

The way the two of you could talk about nothing and yet everything when you where alone.

Of course, you firmly believed that all of these feelings were one sided.

"The stupid excuses like I gotta go to the DX or I was gonna meet up wit' Pony is not gonna get you two outta this, so here's how it's gonna go."

He quickly turned around to make sure Johnny was anywhere near, but the poor boy was still at the very back of the large line.

"When Johnny comes back with your water, I'm gonna go get some popcorn and never come back, leavin' you two alone to start to get to business. You guys'll talk, do all the little sappy shit, and then right in the middle of his sentence, you're gonna grab 'im by his collar and kiss 'im. Boom. Match made."

You were gagged

'This guy's got jokes.'

"What happened? You turn into a comedian since the last time I saw you?" You asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes and turning around to face the movie.

"I'm not doin' that shit."

"Aw, c'mon, Nails. Johnny's too chicken shit for this, it's gotta be you," he whined, throwing his head back in annoyance.

"Besides...me and Soda made a bet with Two that says we get two packs each if you break first."

"Ah hah! That's what this is all about. You don't want me and Johnny to get together, you just want a couple free cigs," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief.

'Unbelievable.'

"Not entirely. I am tired of seein' you two make goo goo eyes at each other and not doin' nothin' about it. So if I get you two to cut it and a couple of free packs, o' course I'm gonna take advantage of the situation," he corrected, pausing his smoking to take a quick swig of beer.

"(y/n/n) and Johnny are gettin' together?!" Ponyboy exclaimed out of nowhere, hopping the rail and sitting down next to you.

"Will you shut up?!" You hissed, nervous that Johnny might've heard.

"Aw, what the hell are you doin' here?! You're messin' up the plan, Pone," Dally groaned, shooing away the boy with his hand.

"The plan? What plan?" Pony cocked a brow, confused.

"The one I discussed with the boys. I thought you were there, too?" Dal answered, scratching his head.

"Everyone else is in on this shit?!" You whipped your head around to Dally.

"Well, s'not my fault. Johnny was the one who asked me to come with 'im," Pony shrugged, turning to look at the movie.

"You'd think you two were attached at the hip," Dally sighed, turning around to get an update on Johnny's whereabouts.

"Doesn't matter now. The kid's walkin' back over,"

'Thank God.'

"Gotchu your water, (y/n/n)," Johnny stated, handing you the cup and your money back.

Dally stretched his arm over your shoulder and flicked Pony in the ear, getting him to move a seat over and allow Johnny to sit next to you again.

"Thanks, Johnnycake," you smiled, taking a sip and counting your change as the boy looked up at the screen to take away from the buzzing feeling in his stomach.

When you finished counting, you realized it was the exact amount of money you gave him.

"Wait, didya-." "I paid for it," he answered, already knowing your question, keeping his eyes trained on the screen.

"You ain't hafta do that, Johnny," you turned to him.

You were the one with the job. It was your responsibility to pay for your things.

"I know," he turned to you.

Your eyes met, and you looked at him through those thick lashes with those (e/c) eyes that sparkled in the projector light.

He swallowed thickly.

"S-S'least I could do. Wanted you to be all right."

You smiled, his heartbeat picking up twice as fast.

"I-." "What movie is this?" Pony asked, oblivious to the scene unfolding next to him.

Dally cursed under his breath, grumbling about how that boy was thicker than a brick.

That is, until a couple of Socs girls took the seats in front of you, and took his attention elsewhere.

"What's he grumblin' about?" Johnny asked in a low voice, turning to face the movie.

"I dunno. He's been weird tonight," you sighed, watching the movie as well. He nodded, his face turning confused when he saw someone get hit in the back with a baseball bat.

"Pone was onto somethin'. What is this movie?" He asked, nosed scrunched.

You chuckled, "Who knows. I think it's somethin' beachy."

He smiled, "Be nice to go to a beach one day...see the ocean."

"No kiddin'," you agreed, "I'd settle for anywhere outta Oklahoma."

"Forget Oklahoma. I'd settle for anywhere outta the neighborhood," he scoffed.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, not noticing that the poor boy went stiff as a board at your touch.

"I could never do it, though. Don't got the guts," you dismissed.

Johnny was taken aback.

No guts? You had more guts than half the gang combined.

You'd toughed out situations that grown men'd never dream of.

No guts? "Whatchu talkin' about?" He asked, turning to look at you, confused. "You got a ton of guts, and you're plenty smart, too. If any of us is makin' it outta Oklahoma, it's you." "I'm not makin' it outta anywhere," you scoffed, looking up at him seriously. "I could never leave (b/n/n). I could never leave the gang."

You paused.

"I could never leave you, Johnnycake."

Johnny's stomach flipped so much, he nearly thought he'd flip, too.

It was as if you knew every little thing that could set him off, every little thing that had him at your beck and call like a lovesick puppy.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and he knew this, and had no problem with it.

"You guys are my family. No place'd be worth going without y'all."

He smiled, approvingly, turning to face the movie, "Thanks."

The two of you focused back on the screen, staying in comfortable silence as you watched the movie, Dally and the two Soc girls started to get a little loud.

You were about to say something, until you felt your entire body let out one violent shiver, remind you that you were outside with nothing but a tank top and jeans.

Your breath hitched, and you hoped Johnny didn't notice, slowly looking up to face him.

Only to see that he was already looking at you, disapprovingly.

"Why ain't chu wearin' a coat, (y/n/n)? S'freezin' out here," he asked, concerned, as he began shimmying off his jean jacket, trying not disturb your head.

"I'm fine, Johnny. I just came from the DX so I didn't have time to grab a coat for nothin'," you sighed, pushing his jacket back on.

"I'm not cold, promise."

"Warm people don't shiver," he cocked a brow. 

"Maybe that'll cool you off, Greaser! When you learn to talk and act decent, I might cool off, too!" The redheaded Soc girl suddenly shouted, splashing a drink all over Dally's face.

He had moved his seat from your row to hers, and had seemed to have been harassing her the entire time.

'Probably why those two were getting loud earlier. Fuckin' Dallas.'

"Fiery, huh? Just the way I like 'em," Dally smirked, grabbing her and pulling her close, much to her protest.

"Get off me!"

"Dally, leave 'er alone," you ordered firmly, sitting up off Johnny's shoulder.

But he ignored you, continuing touch and shove her around, a smile on his face.

"C'mon, Dal, you heard 'er. Leave 'er alone," Johnny chimed in, sitting up straight, too.

You were quietly shocked.

Johnny would never so much as stick a toe out in front of Dallas, let alone raise his voice at him.

He practically worshiped the ground he walked on.

"What'd you say?" Dally's smile fell, almost instantly, and he stopped his advances, turning to glare at Johnny.

"What'd you say to me, you little shit? What'd you say to me?"

"C'mon," Johnny sighed, his eyes pleading Dal to cool it.

And Dally picked up on this, sucking his teeth before roughly stuffing his hands in his pockets, standing up out the chair.

"Wise ass," he grumbled, walking up the ramp and out of the Nightly Double.

You, Johnny, and Pone, let out a sigh of relief you didn't even know you were holding, the three of you knowing good and well that you dodged a bullet.

"Now you blew it," Pony grumbled to the two of you, knowing that all you did was postpone Dally's blow out for later.

"Thank you. He had me scared to death," the redhead turned around, releasing her own sigh of relief.

"Sure didn't show it," Johnny shrugged, "Ain't nobody talk to Dal like that."

"Well, I saw you do. And her, too," she smiled.

That's when it hit you, "Hey, ain't you that cheerleader from school? Cherry?"

"My real name's Sherri, but my friends call me Cherry 'cause of my hair."

Yeah, you knew Cherry. 

Cherry, the cheerleader. Cherry, the Soc girl.

Cherry, Bob's girlfriend. Cherry, girlfriend of the guy that nearly knocked your lights out.

Yeah, you knew Cherry.

Call it childish but two months ain't a long time, and it's hard to forget with a permanent reminder plastered on your lip.

"Why don't y'all sit with us, so you can protect us?" Cherry's friend suggested with a smile.

The boys turned to each other, Pony giving Johnny a nod.

But Johnny turned to you, realizing that you were back to watching the movie, disengaging from the conversation before you said something you'd regret.

He noticed this, and knew he wanted to stay with you through it.

Not that he was gonna get up and move, anyway.

"Imma stay back here," he stated, sitting back into his seat, your head reclaiming its spot on his shoulder.

Pony shrugged, moving to sit next to Cherry and starting up some conversation with her.

"You think Dal's gonna be mad?" Johnny asked, tiredly resting his head on top of yours.

You waved it off, "Dally's drunk. Give 'im some time to cool off and he'll be alright."

Feeling another shiver coming, you nuzzled closer to the boy, kicking up your legs on his as you relished the warmth that his jacket provided.

He let out an easy sigh, before allowing his body to ease itself into you, both of you molding together as if you were puzzle pieces.

It was so comfy, you nearly fell asleep right there.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"God, I'm so dog-tired I could drop," you groaned, trying to rub the exhaustion off your face as the five of you walked home.

The boys agreed to walk the Soc girls back to theirs, and at first you were completely against it, opting to walk yourself home rather than help them.

But all Johnny had to do was flash you a quick smile and ask a sincere, "Please," and you were putty in his hand.

"Did you work another double again?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

You winced, "...Maybe, but that's only because they offered some extra cash if I stayed longer."

"You just did a double yesterday. And did a triple a day or so ago. I told you about takin' breaks, (y/n/n)," he scolded, though not really.

He could never be mad at you.

"I know, I know, but I jus-." "Now I remember," Cherry realized, turning away from her talk with Pony to face you.

"You're the greaser girl that works at the DX, right? That's where I know you from."

You cocked a brow at her description of you, the boys quietly wincing at the reminder.

No matter how long they talked, or how deep the conversation, you were still Grease, and they were still Soc.

Noticing the quiet, she caught herself, slightly embarrassed "Sorry.....force of habit."

Just then, the sound of moving gravel snapped you all out of conversation, and you turned around to see two mustangs pull up behind you.

'Damn. ...Them's some tuff cars.'

"Oh, they're coming! What're we gonna do?" The other girl, who you learned to be Marcia, nervously whispered to Cherry.

"Just act normal," she whispered back.

"Who're these clowns?" A familiar voice asked, stepping out of the car.

'You've gotta be kidding me.'

It was that Soc bastard, Bob.

"Johnny..." you whispered, uneasy

"I know," he sighed, resting his hand in his right pocket, the pocket where he always kept his blade.

"Cherry! What's goin' on?!" Bob exclaimed, storming over with another Soc boy.

"Just because we got a little drunk, doesn't mean-!" "A little?!" Cherry interrupted.

"You call reeling and passing out in the street a little?! Bob, I've told you before, I'm never going out with you when you're drinking, and I mean it!"

"That's no reason to go walking the streets with these bums," the other boy chimed.

'Bums?!'

"Who you callin' bums, pal!" You glared, pointing harshly at the boy.

"You!" He spat back.

"Randy!"

"(y/n/n)," Johnny warned lowly, getting more anxious by the second.

Your fire might've been what drew him to you at first, but one of these days it was going to get you killed.

"Listen, we got two more of us in the backseat," Randy whispered, getting up close and personal. 

You quickly picked up a beer bottle, smashing it against the fence and then tossing it to Pony, whipping out your own blade as well.

"Fuck the backseat!" You spat, pointing the tip of it at his throat.

"If you're lookin' for a fight-." "Hell, yeah, I'm lookin' for a fight!" You didn't back down.

"Let's go! Put the knife down!" 

"Let's go, then! C'mon!" 

"Put the knife down!"

"You got your guys, I got my knife, pal!" 

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Cherry shouted, stepping in between you two.

"We'll go with you. Just give us a minute."

"Why? We ain't scared of these bastards," you looked the two boys up and down, disgusted.

"I hate fights, all right. I hate 'em," she sighed, raking a nervous hand through her hair.

She walked over to Ponyboy, wishing him a quick goodbye, before her and Marcia hopped in the Socs car, driving off.

"Greaseball!" Bob shouted out the window, drunkenly.

"Fuck you!" You shouted back, roughly flipping off the car as Johnny threw an arm over your shoulder.

Quite literally being the only thing keeping you from chasing after them.

"C'mon, (y/n/n), let's go," Pony sighed, the three of you turning around to walk back home.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"I hate those damn Socs. Who do they think they are thinkin' they can talk to us like that?" You grumbled, curled into yourself as you lay down on a disposed couch.

Pony had gone back to the Curtis' house, no doubt getting chewed out for coming home so late.

And you and Johnny had decided to sleepover in the lot for the night, since neither of you wished to be home at the moment.

"And who are they to say that Cherry girl couldn't hang out with Pony."

Sure, you didn't exactly like her, but you could tell Pony did. And all you wanted for that boy was for him to be happy.

Lord knows he's been through enough already.

"S'cause we're greasers, (y/n/n)," Johnny sighed, finishing up the fire before standing up and dusting off his pants.

"He might've hurt her reputation or something, that's all. Don't worry about it."

He walked over to the couch, plopping himself down next to you and smiling at how quick you were to snuggle up under him.

Despite his jean jacket, you were still cooler than an ice cube, and he was still, surprisingly, very warm.

"I guess," you sighed, resting your head on his chest.

He paused for a moment, trying to come up with a way to bring your spirits up.

"Man, that was a tuff car, huh," he started, remembering how you were eyeing Bob's car just as much as he was.

"Mustangs...they're tuff."

You let out a tired exhale, appreciative of the gesture, but just not in the mood.

That is, until the sound of Johnny's parents started to ring in the lot.

They were arguing, way louder than usual.

To the point where most of the curses could be heard crystal clear, as if you were in the house with them.

You could feel Johnny's breath become heavy, and you looked up at him, his expression dropping by the second.

"I don't think I can take much more of this, (y/n/n)," he caved, raking a frantic hand through his hair.

"I'll...I'll kill myself or something. I don't know."

The second those words came out his mouth, you nearly went catatonic.

Johnny? Kill himself?

There was no way.

You couldn't even fathom what your life would be like without your best friend, your favorite guy.

Your one true love, and the subject of all your affection.

...

Or something Shakespearean like that.

"Johnny Cade, you will do no such thing, you hear me?" You ordered firmly, placing both your hands on his face and turning him to face you.

"No such thing."

"I gotta do somethin'," he cried, his face easing into your hands.

With a sigh, you laid back in the chair, bringing him with you, and letting him rest his head on your chest.

"It seems like there's gotta be a place without Greasers and Socs," he sniffled, nuzzling closer "Must be someplace...with just plain, ordinary people."

You nodded, gliding your hand through his hair carefully, "S'like that out in the country. Away from all the big towns."

Feeling him begin to relax already, you decided to continue.

"The people are friendly and the houses are few and far between. There's room to stretch your legs and night are quiet...real quiet. Not to mention the animals."

And you continued on just like that, until eventually, the two of you were lulled asleep, welcoming dreams of the paradise you described.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," Johnny muttered, half asleep and barely above a whisper.

But you were already out like a light, no memory of the boy's words at all.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Sore Fucking Losers: Rusty Nail x f!reader

Warnings: little ooc Rusty, gore, mutilation, multiple character deaths, crying, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, mentions of rape. Read my post about the Dice Game. It has all the rules. I’ve decided to roll dice to get this written.

Minors DNI +18

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

A/N: This is probably the grossest thing I’ve written.

Masterlist

“I don’t know why you have to be such a dick all the time.” You mumble, arms crossed and brows scowling as you mess with a wrapper on the car floor with your foot.

“It’s a fucking joke. Get over yourself.” Your boyfriend says, pushing you hard into the car door. He tries to play it off as a joke with the rest of his friends in the car, it works easily on them. They don’t exactly like you.

“Yeah come on, you’re being a bitch.” Luke says, you try and ignore his remark and look out the window.

“Yeah but when isn’t she.” Shanda giggles, the rest of the car laughs along with her. Shanda says shit just to say it. You know she’s been jealous of you and Xavier being together and honestly, she could have him. You’re sure she is having him, he always jumps to her defense but never to yours.

“Gas station up ahead, gonna fill up and we can take a break.” Xavier says.

About five minutes later he parks at a gas pump, Luke, Shanda, and Riley get out and go inside the gas station, you get out once you see them inside but Xavier stops you. He grabs your upper arm and pulls you towards him. Like a parent lecturing their child, he mumbles in your ear.

“Better shut the fuck up for the rest of the trip and stop being such a bitch. You’re embarrassing the hell outta me. I’ll fuck you up if you try any of that shit again, okay?”

You nod frantically. You feel as his grip tightens in a warning before letting go.

“Sitting here acting like a damn pussy. Live a little.” You notice his eyes roll before you turn around quickly walk into the gas station. You head towards the restroom and your stomach churns as you notice only you and Shanda are in there. She smirks and you try and avoid her by going into the nearest stall.

The black haired girl is quick to grab your forearm and shove you into the restroom counter. “You’re so fucking embarrassing. Can’t wait for Xavier to break up with you. You don’t deserve him. Surprised he even chose someone like you. Fucking Virgin. You sit there in your dorm room all day, can’t even kiss a man correctly. You’re pathetic. Xavier needs something more. Guess it’s a good thing he has me.” Shanda pulls your hair. You don’t do anything about it, knowing who’s side everyone would take.

She lets go and leaves. You move into one of the stalls to use the toilet.

You wash your hands and take a breather before heading out the door.

Something feels off as you walk outside to the pumps. You look around before noticing your shit scattered all over the pavement. Your boyfriend’s car out of sight.

You blink multiple times trying to make sense of what just happened. You walk over to your stuff and gather it up so you can easily carry it to the curb. You sigh and check your phone for cell service. You’d have to call your mom, you didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket.

Nothing, you frown. You’d have to go to the next town for it.

You should’ve guessed they would’ve left you. They made fun of everything you did and everything you didn’t do. They were just straight up assholes. You pinch the bridge of your nose in embarrassment before looking up and around again. You need to find a ride into the closest town.

You see a tall man, hands shoved in his pockets walking away from his semi truck.

This is so risky.

“Sir! Excuse me!” You wave at him and walk over quickly, but nervously. He stops and looks like he’s glaring at you. You can’t see his eyes though, so you wouldn’t know. Your voice shakes. “I’m so sorry for bothering you. I uh, need a ride to the next town over. The gas station doesn’t have cell service and I need to call my mom.” You explain. The man is quiet. “I can pay you if you need-“

“No need. I’ll give you a ride, lemme get’a pack a’ smokes real quick.” He grumbles. You nod quickly and move aside to let him get into the small store. You grab your two bags and hurry to the truck.

The gears in your head turn, you’ve seen this truck before. You know it. Same state plate and truck color, the logo is all the same too.

This is the truck Xavier almost ran off the road.

“Need help with your bags, hun?” The deep voice makes you jump. You turn wide eyed and the man almost seems more menacing.

“Yes! Yes if you don’t mind!”

The man opens the truck door and grabs your bags, placing them between the passenger and driver’s seat, he then slides over and you get in after him. You slam the door shut and buckle in.

He starts the truck and heads back onto the road.

“I didn’t get your name.” You say, trying to be polite. You relax into the car seat and he answers.

“Just call me Rusty. Yours?”

You introduce yourself with a kind smile, then it turns to a frown after thinking about Xavier. “I should probably apologize for earlier.” Your hands fumble with your jacket zipper, from the corner of your eye you see Rusty tilts his head. You continue, “My boyfriend… well I guess ex boyfriend now, he almost drove you off the road. I recognized your truck. He was being real fucking stupid with his driving and I yelled at him. Him and his friends got mad at me, asked him why he had to be such a dick. Pushed me into the door of the car.” You scoff.

“Ah that was you guys? You help me find them I might teach em a thing or two.” Rusty says, you furrow your brows and look him up and down. What’s the worse that could happen?

“Yeah sure, they’re supposed to be stopping at a motel a few hours from here.”

-

“So what are we planning on doing to them?” You ask unlocking the motel room door.

“We?” Rusty steps to the side and shuts the door.

“I mean yeah we, they’re pieces of shit. I wanna help. Little bit of revenge on my part, it’ll make me feel better after already wasting two years with them.” You explain plopping down on one of the queen sized beds in the room. Rusty leans on the table and crosses his arms.

“You sure? I tell you what’s gonna happen, but you better not run, you run you’re dead.” Rusty admits, your stomach churns slightly.

“I swear I will not run, I won’t even tell anyone.” You cross your heart like a child and he chuckles.

“Gonna play some games with them. Only about an hour until my place, we’re bringing them there, playing my favorite game and that’s it.”

You furrow your brows and let out a scoff. “That’s it? You had me all scared and shit Rusty. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me ruining from some fucking game.” You stand up and playfully push his shoulder, you see his mouth is still resting in a frown.

“How you think we’re getting them there hun? You think they’re just gonna do as I say? Get in their car and drive there?” Rusty says darkly. Worry crosses your features, your hands tingle and you wipe the hand you pushed Rusty with up and down your jeans nervously.

“I- uh guess I didn’t think of that.” You mumble.

“I know you didn’t. S’okay, we can play two games at once to make you feel less guilty. Hate to drag you inta all a’this. You won’t be playin’ the main game. You’ll just watch.” Rusty explains.

“What’s the second game?”

“You decide that.”

-

You watch Rusty sleep, not being able to sleep yourself after given the options for the second game. Some part of you felt guilty for what would happen to your ex and his friends. But another part of you told you to suck it up cause they’d done so much worse to you.

-

“Hey, hey!”

You bolt up and pant, looking around frantically.

Rusty’s hand holds your shoulder in an almost comforting way.

“Why don’t you go ahead and wait in the truck for me, yeah? Don’t gotta help.”

You look at him with tired eyes and nod, yawning and stretching you get up and pull your shoes on shuffling towards the door.

-

You stare at the four people passed out in the back, hands tied and mouths gagged. It won’t be long before you’re back. You smirk and decide to get more sleep.

-

You sit in a barn, off to the side from the table Xavier and his friends sit at. They’re all slowly waking up. As soon as they realize they’re not where they’re supposed to be they panic.

They look like fish out of water. You try not to laugh. Your hands are loosely tied in front. This is your game, makes you feel less guilty. Rusty promised you wouldn’t ever play his game and he kept his promise with loose rope and observing away from the table. The chair sits so you can see everyone.

Rusty comes in about a half an hour later. Snot is running down Xavier’s nose as he cries.

“What do you want with US?” Your ex’s voice cracks as he lets out a nasty sob.

“You like to play games?” Rusty mumbles.

“W-hat?”

“I said, YOU LIKE TO PLAY GAMES?” Rusty’s voice booms, it startles you a bit. Your stomach rolls. Shanda let’s put a whine.

“I- fuck I guess?!” Xavier whimpers.

“You guess?! You fucking guess?! Weren’t you the one seeing if you could knock me off the road?” The broad man grabs Xavier’s chin.

“No! No! That was, ugh.” You see Rusty’s finger tips go white as he grips the younger man’s face harder. “It was her! She’s the one who gave the idea!” Xavier points towards you and you scowl. The rest of them nod and your chest tightens your teeth bare back in defense.

“Mm, just don’t think that’s true. But we’ll let God decide whether you’re a liar or not. Through my favorite game. Whatever you roll the person across from you gets.” Rusty pulls a pair of dice out of his pocket. “Roll pretty boy.” He says throwing them towards Xavier.

“Well what about her?” Luke asks.

“Occupied, already have her playing a game.”

Xavier hesitantly grabs the die as he watches Rusty. His hands visibly shake as he rolls.

Eight.

Rusty walks to a shelf next to you and smirks. “Ear.” He grabs a razor and walks over to the person across from Xavier, Luke.

Luke whimpers. “Please! You don’t have to do this! We- we’re sorry! You can let us go and we’ll forget all about this! Won’t even contact the police!” Luke gags, his cries make Rusty laugh. Your stomach churns. This really is your reality. You’re going to watch your exe’s friends get tortured and possibly die.

Rusty shows the blade in Luke’s face and turns it. His cries turn into hysterical sobs, Rusty cuts down his ear, and blood flows out, everyone around the table gags and sobs trying to turn away until it’s done.

Rusty slams the ear on the table and moves the die to Riley.

Nine. Freedom.

“Lucky, lucky.” Rusty’s voice rumbles. “Got some decisions to make here girl.” Everyone looks at Shanda. “You got a minute to untie all your friends and run or you can just save yourself.” Rusty goes behind Shanda’s chair and begins untying her. “Times a ticking though.”

Shanda is untangled from her chair and gets up, looking around frantically she makes a run for the barn doors. Her friends cry out for her but she ignores them. Rusty watches his watch for 60 seconds. When time is up he grabs a shotgun then moves the die to Luke. He’s barely conscious. “Roll, I wanna see what I’m lookin’ forward to when I get back.”

Luke lazily takes the die and rolls. Ten. Eye. Rusty nods and makes his way out the same barn doors Shanda was running from.

It isn’t long until a gunshot is heard and Rusty is dragging a dead woman back inside. He goes over to a shelf and grabs a melon baller. You cringe at the feeling going through your body.

Xavier sobs. “No, no please! Please! Baby! Do something about this please! Don’t you love me? Don’t you care?” Xavier looks at you in the eyes and you scoff, so sick of his bullshit.

“Why should I give a fuck? You never gave a fuck about me, never defended me. You never broke it off with me and threatened me when I tried to! You just wanted control! Now you don’t have it and you’re a fucking pussy! Trying to say how sorry you are. You aren’t sorry, you never will be. Fuck if I care what happens to you!”

Your hands slip through the restraints and you get up grabbing a fistful of Xavier’s shirt. “You gonna keep spewing lies Xavier? Always are, talking about I’m a virgin and shit! Ain’t even gonna tell any of them how you forced yourself on me MULTIPLE godamn times! Fuck you!” You grab the dice and roll. “You get this too. Four for Chest.” You laugh.

“Go ahead Rusty. I’ll be in the house.” You say beginning to walk out of the barn.

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Rusty comes in hours later, his shirt, pants, and jean jacket are stained. You get up and walk over to him.

“They ain’t bothering’ you no more.”

“Good, Rusty?”

He looks down at you.

“Is it okay if I stay with you for awhile? I’ll call my mom about Xavier leaving me and just say I found a Bed and Breakfast to stay at and vacation in for a few weeks. Then I’ll head back home. I’m just- not ready yet I guess, I need time to process everything.” You explain, your body tenses up waiting for Rusty to answer.

“Sure. You stay as long as you need to. You swear on your life you ain’t tell in’ no one?”

“I swear. You can drag me down with you. Thank you so much. This isn’t a common occurrence though is it?” You ask genuinely.

“I try to not bring my issues back home. That’s all I’ll tell you.”

“Just don’t wanna get caught up in more shit.”

“Of course.”

[trashbag-baby666]

Home is Where the Heart is-Curt/Ken

What's Waited Till Tomorrow Starts Tonight au

summary: John and Curt come face to face with Ken's ex

wc: 702

c/w: Curt hitting people with his crutches, implied domestic abuse.

mota masterlist!

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John looked at the text Gale sent and looked back up at the oakwood door with the number plate 310 B on the door. 

He pocketed his phone and wrapped his knuckles against it. He hoped Dominic wasn’t home so they could just take Ken’s spare key and get his stuff and leave. Benny stood next to John, they waited a few moments and he knocked again, a little harder this time.

 “Jesus Christ.” They heard a gruff voice from the other side of the door. John took a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself to face him. Luckily, Sawyer was still helping Curt up the stairs. Damn building didn’t have an elevator and Curt demanded he go and help anyway.

“What?” The voice sounded as the door opened revealing a guy who was a few inches shorter than John with messy longer, brown hair. Not like Gales though, his was distasteful. 

“Are you Dominic Harring?” 

“Yeah, who’s asking?”

 “Some friends of Ken.” John nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. 

The man on the other side of the doorframe rolled his eyes practically into the back of his head letting out a huff that turned into some kind of sarcastic laugh.

 John wrinkled his nose at the ick practically oozing off of this man. Not to mention, the strong smell of cigarettes radiating from the apartment. 

From what he could see, just from the doorway. This doesn’t look like a place Ken would live.

 He always kept his things very nice and tidy and cleaned for fun. Dominic went to close the door in their faces but Curt stuck his crutch between the door and the trim blocking it from closing. 

“We don’t want any trouble, we just came here to get his stuff.” Curt cleared his throat shouldering the door the rest of the way open.

“And how do you reckon you’re gonna do that, Tiny Tim?” Dom scoffed but John was sure he was eating his words as soon as they left his mouth.

 Curt shoved one of his crutches into Sawyer's arms and delivered the all too painful blow of a Curtis Biddick punch right to his face. He sent Dom right onto the Dirty carpet, blood instantly beginning to gush from his nose. Curt took back his crutch and stepped forward into the apartment. 

“Now are you gonna let us get his stuff, you fuckin’ pig?” Curt spat standing over him as he clutched his nose. 

“Fine.” He groaned through the pain. 

“Sawyer, why don’t you go help em’ get Kenny’s things?” Curt nodded to his younger brother, “I wanna have a few more words with this cuck.”

 Sawyer just nodded and followed John and Benny into the apartment. 

“You oughta be lucky I got my pals here with me, otherwise I would’ve dragged your sorry ass across the parking lot. I outta have your fuckin’ head for what you did to my boy.” Curt had to use everything in his power to not raise his voice. But to also not kick the ever loving shit out of him. He promised John on the way here he wouldn’t cause any trouble. 

Dom went to sit up but Curt was faster. He pushed the tip of his crutch to his chest, 

“Stay down, I ain’t finished with ya yet.” His words were full of venom and anger. He was practically boiling over himself in rage. “You better fuckin’ listen well ‘cause I ain’t repeatin’ myself. If you come within a hundred goddamn yards of Kenny, youse not going to get off the floor next time. By god help me if you ever try contacting him again I will fuckin’ kill you. You got that!?” 

“Yes, get off of me.” He grumbled trying to suppress his bleeding.

 The other three came back with just an arm full of stuff each. Saying they got what Ken asked for. 

“Might wanna have your carpets cleaned.” Curt growled, taking a cheap shot right at Dom's crotch with his crutch sending the man howling into a curled ball of himself.

 He reached over to the counter and grabbed an unopened bag of Doritos, shoving it into Sawyer's arms and leading the three of them out.

- - taglist: @austeenbootler @coastiewife465 @executethyself35 @slowsweetlove

[askdannysroleswapau]

i rlly have no excuse for forgetting to post these. they're already written. they've been written for months. just sitting in my drive, gathering dust.

things really amp up in this one. this chapter is very much a huge spoiler for the central conflict between Robin and Voidball. a conflict which i'd much rather explore in the current Comic AMA format, so...

if you want to experience this story in the way that i want to tell it, i suggest you stop reading here.

Robin's comic is still a long ways off, but i assure you that once its done, the floodgates will have been opened and the etur atnure fo siht roldw iwli eb veraled

like i said, i'm very open to answering questions and discussing this manuscript in depth, all you need do is ask via the new input button (ask box). with that, if you really must see this through, here is the next chapter.

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“Hah... Hahah- Sorry, I think I misheard you,” Gumball said, his voice wavering as he tried  to keep it together. “Your name is what?”

“Oh... You don't even recognize me, do you?” Not-Gumball said mournfully. “I guess that's understandable, I haven't looked like you do in a long time.”

“Wait-” Rob interrupted and Gumball glanced over to him. Rob was looking at Not-Gumball with a mixture of terror and disbelief. “You mean to tell me that in your world...” Rob’s voice trembled. “That you were one of the universe’s mistakes?”

Not-Gumball nodded. “Two sides of the same coin, ey?” They smiled ruefully. “I’ll say, few things are worse than getting stuck in that ‘Void’ place. I think I’d prefer it if the universe had just told me how lame it thinks I am and leave it at that, am I right? Like, send me an email or something, no need to go around chucking boring people into weird pocket dimensions like it's going outta style.” They spoke with a joking cadence, but something in their face made Gumball think it was a farce. 

“But-” Rob stuttered worriedly. “But that doesn't make any sense! If you and I are the same, then someone left you behind, right? But that shouldn't be possible since you’re the main character!”

“Pshh, ME? The main character? Get real, buddy,” Not-Gumball said, waving a hand. “No no no, that would be this guy over here.” Not-Gumball gestured to Robin with his thumb.

Robin sighed and crossed his arms in annoyance. “Not this again. Don't tell me you believe his crazy ideas, too?” 

“It isn't ‘crazy’ it's the truth! And the only reason I talk about it so much is because YOU refuse to listen to me!” Not-Gumball said accusingly.

“Yes!” Robin retorted. “Because you're insane!” 

“No, you just don't get it!” Not-Gumball shouted.“You are the MAIN character. Literally EVERYTHING revolves around you!” The graphics of their face flickered and glitched as their voice broke. “You have it SO good and you don't even realize it!”

As Gumball watched the two argue, a strange, new dread welled up inside him. He wanted to step in and say something, but he didnt know which side to take. 

“Shut up!” Robin shouted. “Don't act like I'm swimming in cash when you know very well that I'm not!”

“That's not what I meant and you know it!” A tear rolled off Not-Gumball's face. “You have a life! You have friends, a family—people who CARE about you! I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT!” They screamed.

“You being lonely isn't an excuse for regularly trying to kill me!” Robin yelled back.

“Alright alright, stop!” Rob shouted, stepping between them with his arms outstretched. 

Tension hung in the air as the two alternates glowered at one another. Not-Gumball was panting like all of their rage had stolen the breath from their lungs and Robin was sneering at them with so much venom that Gumball was surprised they didn't keel over right on the spot. Several seconds passed.

“I know we’re all a little stressed out right now,” Rob said, glancing between them. “You two wanna get back home, I get that.” Rob lowered his arms slowly to his sides as he spoke, “But that won't happen until we get my machine fixed, and fighting with each other isn't going to make that happen any faster.” 

Robin’s scowl deepended and he turned his back on Not-Gumball. Not-Gumball’s hands were curled into fists, shaking with anger. The static on their face buzzed a blazing white for a moment and then they sighed, ears drooping. 

“You're right,” they said. 

They turned their back to Robin to stare at the machine woefully—and it was then that Gumball realized they didn't have a tail. Across from them, Robin was staring at a wooden plank on the floor like he could make it burst into flames if he glared at it hard enough. It was clear the two didn't feel like making up. 

Rob turned his head to Gumball and nodded towards the two of them, giving him what he assumed was a “now's your chance to do something nice and main-character-ish” look. Gumball scratched behind his ears nervously. He didn't know how to solve this, but he had to try.

“You uh…” he said hesitantly. The two of them turned to look at him and he gulped. “You guys wanna go to Joyful Burger?”

There was a beat of silence.

“Something to eat couldn't hurt,” Robin murmured, some of the tension leaving his face. 

“I could go for a bite,” Not-Gumball agreed, wiping the tears from their face with their paw. 

“That's the spirit!” Gumball felt his optimism returning. “What about you, Rob? C’mon, I mean, when's the last time you ate?”

“Uh...” Rob thought for a moment. “...Monday?”

“Wait, what the what?!” Gumball looked up at him in astonishment. “How could you go THAT long without food? Aren't you hungry??”

“Well, yeah,” Rob said. “But saving everybody from the end of the world seemed just a teensy bit more important than, say, eating a sandwich.”

“Maybe, but you gotta take care of yourself, dude,” Gumball said. He shuddered. “Eugh, I sound like my mom.”

And so it was decided. The gang of doppelgängers departed from the warehouse and began their grand quest for Joyful Burger. 

[End Chapter 4]

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[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“You Heard Me.”

A/N: I just got up to the part where Carl got lost his eye, and when I heard him say, “You heard me,” to Rick, I felt like it should have been put into a little story. Here she is!

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Black!Reader

“Hey! Get back ‘ere!”

“Oh shit..” I turned to see Carl, booking it in my direction, I barely had had enough time to react and turn my heel to run away, but luck just so happened to be on my side that day.

I sprinted last second as I could feel Carl reaching for the back of my shirt. But I picked up speed and managed to get away from him, just in time.

“Get over ‘ere, you little shit!”

I gasped, putting a hand over where my heart is. “Language!” You could practically hear his eye roll, as I let out a laugh as he started slowing down.

“Can’t keep up? Why is that, Mr. Grimes?” I said, turned around walking backwards, so I was on the opposite end of the couch in the living area making sure, not to trip.

“Getting tired?”

He coughed into his elbow, putting his hands on the arm of the couch, devilish grin on his face. “Never.” He stares into my dark colored eyes, he pretends to go one way, fakes me out, then runs at me. Face showed nothing but pure determination.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

I stop outta nowhere and turned, to see who had called my name. Forgetting about Carl for one split yet crucial second, but he clearly didn’t, as he tackled me onto the couch, knocking the wind outta me. Hitting the back of my head on the arm of the couch, a little to hard, causing me to wince.

“Ow, fuck.” I bring my hand to the back of my head, trying to soothe the growing pain in my head. “You jerk.”

He smirks, putting each hand on each side of my head, boxing me in. He lifts his head up to give his partner-in-crime, a quick ‘thanks,’ and taking something out of his flannels pocket and tossing it in there direction.

And I’m quick to see who it is.

“Really, Michonne? You’re a traitor.” She laughs, eating a candy bar, that Carl had just given her, as a form of bribery, walking out of the house. “And you?” I said, pointing at Carl. “A cheater and a briber.”

“Briber? Maybe.” I roll my eyes at him. “But cheater? I believe, I won that fair and square.” I scoff, look at him as if he isn’t being serious. “That wasn’t in the rules.”

“The rules? The rules that haven’t existed up until now?” He continued to look down and smirk at me. I let out a fake chuckle, and raise my hand up to give him a not-so-nice hand gesture.

He props himself up with one arm, gently grabbing my hand, like I made of glass, and he didn’t want to break me. He moves if ever so slowly to his lips, then planted a kiss on my dry, almost cracked knuckles.

“What was that for?” I ask and he simply shrugs, backing up, sitting up straight, as I prop myself up. “Just wanted to. There gotta be a reason, to kiss your hand and be this gentle with you?”

“Yes, actually. Cause this always means you want something, now spill it.”

“Well, since I won,”

“Allegedly!”

“Clear as day, I think I deserve a reward, for my hard work and effort.” He states and I look at him as if he isn’t serious. “A reward?” I ask, and he nods with a little hum.

“Sorry. I don’t give ‘rewards,’ to dirty cops.” I said flicking his Dad’s sheriff’s hat, messing up his hair in the process as I rise up and off the couch.

He stands up and grabs my hand, turning me to face him. “No, no, no. You are not going anywhere.” He says, trapping me in place, by putting his hands around my waist, and I put my hands against his. “Not until, you pay up.” I lean my head back and grown audibly. “Hey! If you get to make up rules on the spot, then so do I.”

“Fine. What is it that you want?” He grins, mischievously, pretending to think as if he didn’t already know what he wanted from me, before speaking. He leans in closer to my face, before moving his head so his mouth with closer to my right cheek.

“What I want from you is-”

“(Y/N), are you in ‘ere?” I hear Maggie say as she knocked on the front door of Carls house.

‘Saved by the damn bell.’

“Sorry, but I have to take this.” I said, shimmying out of Carl’ grip on my waist to answer to door.

“Wait! Where are going-”

“I gotta help Maggie with something!” I grab my coat off the rack, putting it on swiftly.

“(Y/N)! Get back- This isn’t over!”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I can’t seem to hear you!”

“You heard me!”

“No, I can’t. Love you! Bye!” I leave and shut the door on him, and look at Maggie breathing heavily, before walking down the porch. She looks at me confused, before holding out her clipboard in front of me to stop me from moving.

“What just happened in there?”

I take about a minute or two before coming up with an excuse, even though it really wasn’t one.

“Just a little bet, is all.”

[gcthvile]

Human! Priest! Aziraphale x Demon! Crowley AU because I have no life. (based off of a fanart)

p.s I was forced to post this.

summary: Aziraphale meets a demon who's making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling.

fandom: Good Omens

couple: Aziraphale x Crowley

warnings: none

"I'll be damned..." Was the first thing Aziraphale said when he saw the demon in front of him, holding onto the Bible on his hands tightly as if it would protect him from the creature of the damned.

"It's not that bad when you get used to it." The demon said, putting his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. Then he decided to take a step closer to Aziraphale, who took a step back immediately, putting out his one hand as if it would prevent the demon from stepping closer, "Stop right there! Do not come any closer to me, demon!" Aziraphale said, still holding the Bible tightly to which Crowley chuckled, "You really think that little thing's gonna protect you?"

Crowley liked the way Aziraphale was holding onto the Bible like his life depended on it, he found it adorable how the human tried to look tough and show him that he's not scared. He tilted his head, observing him from head to toe. He was short, well, at least shorter than him, with short, white-blonde hair and the bluest of eyes, if it wasn't for the priest clothes, Crowley would think that he has encountered with an angel on Earth. This human somehow intrigued Crowley, there was something about him that just made Crowley want to talk to him more.

With a swing of his finger, the Bible went flying to other side, out of Aziraphale's hold. Aziraphale gasped in surprise and looked at the demon with wide, frightened eyes, for a moment he froze, not being able to think of what to do next.

Crowley took that as his chance to walk closer to the priest and lean forward. The demon took off his glasses, which revealed his golden, snake eyes that now stared deep into Aziraphale's soul, "Now that's better..." He said with a smirk.

Aziraphale felt like he was under some spell, some sort of evil magic, because the demon's eyes were....fascinating, it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life. He couldn't help but stare at them, memorize them, cherish them, they were so beautiful, so mesmerising.

No. Aziraphale thought, it was not his thoughts, the demon has put him under some spell that made him think like that, to feel like that. Aziraphale would never find a demon fascinating, they were evil, creatures who know nothing but chaos and blood, Aziraphale was sure that this one wasn't any different.

Shaking his head, Aziraphale finally snapped back to reality and backed away, his back hitting the wall. His hands search through his pockets to find something, anything, to make the demon stay in his place. His hands touched something metallic, he sighed in relief when he pulled out a cross and then pointed it towards the red haired demon. "Step back you evil creature and go back to where you came from or else I'm going to send you back to Hell myself!"

Crowley did actually take a few steps back at the sight of the cross, sneering. "And here I thought we were getting along..." The demon hissed, like, actually hissed.

"Getting along? You're a demon! I would never....get along with you!" Aziraphale exclaimed, holding the cross closer, even though he sounded unsure of his own words.

Crowley pouted mockingly, tilting his head slightly, "Oh, you're hurting my feelings, angel..." He said, also mocking a hurt tone, dramatically putting a hand on his chest.

Aziraphale stopped, narrowing his eyes, "Excuse me? Angel?" The man asked, confused about the sudden nickname, he had to be honest, it did make him feel something other than confusion, but he wasn't going to admit it, of course.

Crowley chuckled, "Oh, sorry, my bad...slipped outta my mouth..." The demon shrugged, "But can you blame me? Your face is....angelic!" Crowley exclaimed, wincing when he couldn't find a fitting word to describe the human's face.

"Flattery will not change your fate, demon!"

"Crowley."

"What?"

"Crowley. That's my name, so you'd stop calling me demon." Crowley said, smiling.

"I don't....I....Well, Crowley, I suggest you leave immediately before I'll....Well, before I'll think of something to make you disappear." Aziraphale said, holding onto the cross with his life.

The demon rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fine, fine, but dontcha think it's the last time you've seen of me, I liked talking to you." He winked and suddenly disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Aziraphale sighed in relief and looked around, in case the demon didn't actually leave. The demon was nowhere to be seen and this fact had to reassure Aziraphale, make him happy....so why does he feel the need to see that demon again?

[so-many-fandoms-here]

A little context for those who haven’t read the maze runner book: towards the end of the first book the gladers hide inside the homestead for the night so the grieves wouldn’t get them. They distributed the boys in the rooms and Newt, Alby, Minho and Thomas ended up together in one room. Alby leaves to go to the card room.

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Thomas, Newt

• Genre: fluff, angst

• Warnings: mentions of death

All I Needed To Know

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Thomas‘ Pov:

After two hours of laying awake between the other sleeping boys I just couldn’t stay there anymore. It suddenly felt like the room was shrinking and all the oxygen was already used. I needed to get out of there, at least for two minutes.

As quiet as possible I tried to stand up, careful not to wake anyone up I sneak to the door and stepped out of the room. Thankfully the hallway was empty, no glader or griever was there and all I could hear was the noises coming from outside the building.

How did the others manage to fall asleep in the first place? Sleep has never felt so far away like now. All I could think of was that our world is currently ending, and we didn’t had a single clue what to do about it.

Suddenly I heard one of the floorboards crack. I suppressed a scream, and grabbed the knife I’ve had in my pocket while I turned around.

„It‘s just me Tommy.“

I sighed at the sound of Newts voice and put down the knife. „You scared the living klunk outta me!“ I cursed him with a whisper.

„Sorry. I heard you leaving. Everything okay?“ He came a step closer, looking me right into my eyes.

„If everything is okay?“ I asked and had to laugh at this stupid question. „Did you miss that the freaking world is ending?“ I didn’t mean to make it sound so insulting, but Newt didn’t even seemed to noticed my harsh tone. Instead of answering he just placed his hands on my shoulders.

Newt had an aura around him that could calm me down in any situation, even in that moment. With his strong hands on my shoulders I felt a little more protected. I knew I could trust him.

„I‘m sorry“ I mumbled. „It’s just… I’m scared Newt.“ It felt good that I got that off my shoulders. „I act tough but even though I can’t remember much, I am pretty sure that I wasn’t ever as scared as I am now in my whole life.“

Newt started rubbing his thumbs over my shoulder muscles and I felt myself easing up a little bit. „I wish I could stay just as calm as you.“ I confessed and to my surprise Newt giggled quietly. Even then his laugh was able to make me feel better.

„I am not as calm as I pretend to be“, he says. „I am bloody terrified. Just like you. But if I let it show all the others would be even more scared. They need me to stay calm but believe me, I feel like I am about to klunk my pants.“ I had to giggle too at this statement.

Newts hands left my shoulders and traveled down to hold my upper arms. „I don’t know what is happening Tommy. In the past few days everything turned upside down but what I know is that I trust you. I know you will find a way. You always found one since you climbed out of the box.“

A warm feeling spread from my chest trough my body. Having Newts trust felt better than anything else I have ever felt before.

I thought Teresa confused me but as I stood there with Newt, the feelings I thought I might had for her were long forgotten. They were nothing compared to what I felt for him in this very moment. I knew Newt was my anchor from the first few words he said to me. He always had my back and made sure I was okay but has he always been this attractive too?

The grey light from the broken sky that sneaked trough the cracks of the wooden planks we used to barricade the windows with fell on him, highlighting the left side of his face. His toned jaw was clenched from sorrow. „I want to cry, I want to scream but I can’t. I don’t have the time for it nor can I allow myself to be so vulnerable.“

I felt the desire to hug him, to hold him close and never let him go ever again. So I did. With my heart beating loudly I pulled him into my arms and held him as close as possible. Newts hands were crossed behind my neck and I felt warm drops soaking into my shoulder. His tears hurt me more than every weapon or griever could ever, yet I was happy that he was finally able to cry. I couldn’t imagine how long he might had to lock his tears behind his eyelids, how long he might had to hide the despair he feels inside him. But I felt how the weight that burdened on his back slowly became a little bit easier and for one time I was glad to be there. Glad to be able to hold this boy in my arms so he can cry away the pain he locked inside for over two years.

After a few minutes Newt lifted his head from my shoulder and looked in my eyes again, his orbs sparkling from the tears. I didn’t dare to let go of his hips, almost as if he could‘ve disappeared right in front of my eyes if I did. „Bloody hell, Tommy“, he whispered, his voice shaky, as he leaned his forehead against mine.

Silence fell over us again and for another few moments we just stood there, his head resting against mine. „We should head back to bed“, he raises his voice again after a while, barely loud enough for me to hear. But I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet. Newt felt that I wasn’t moving my hands, but he didn’t try to walk away either. „Tommy please. My mind isn’t in a state where it can think rationally. I don’t want to do something I might regret tomorrow.“

With all the secrets around me, Newts brutal honesty was the best and most refreshing thing that could have happened to me. „What if there isn’t a tomorrow?“ I replied, knowing what this might lead to.

The taller boy wasn’t answering. At first he just remained still and it seemed like he was evaluating what I just said. The next second his lips crashed with such force onto mine that I stumbled. Strong hands found my face and rested on my cheeks, while my own hands stayed on his hips, trying to pull him even closer to me while I kissed him back.

Newts breath went heavy and I tasted the tears that rolled down his cheeks again. „Tommy.“ But I shut him up by catching his lips for another kiss.

My hands snuck up to his face, mirroring his pose and resting on his cheeks. „Let‘s talk about this when the world isn’t ending anymore.“ This had to be the craziest thing that ever left my lips.

Newt agreed with a nod, kissed me one last time and then turned around to walk back into the room we stayed for the night. I was right behind him, closing the door silently and stepping over Minho to get to my blanket again. Newt gifted me one last beautiful smile before he turned around and tugged himself in his own blanket again.

With every day I felt like my goals and what I was fighting for got more and more clear. But now after Newt kissed me I knew everything I needed to. I would get him out of here, no matter what. And I would make sure that he wouldn’t regret what just happened.

[mylittleval]

If miles, hobie, Gwen, and pav had a sleep over

Val:Hi I'm val if you wanna get to know me check out my first post. But anyway these are headcanons if they had a sleepover and I think it was cool and I have no one to really share this to so yea!!

ALRIGHT LETS START

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●So if all of them aka miles Gwen hobie and pav had a sleep over it would be fun af .

●The sleep over would maybe be at hobie's place because I think he would already have a place once he turned like 19 or whatever his age is in the movie (btw hobie would maybe have a studio apartment with big windows fykyk) .

●When they get their miles would think his place is real cool and somewhat cozy but still like a punk theme but it's nice and he would love the view .

●Gwen and Pav already been their from times they hanged out and they probably would talk shit about Miguel and how he has a stick in his ass all the time .

●But they would just get their sleeping bags ready probably in front of the TV and they would go out .

● When they're hobie would show him around places he go to eat shop and stuff and hobie would maybe take them to a party on that night to .

●When they get back they would change I'm to something comfortable and watch movies and pav and miles would be jumping screaming while they watch it .

●They would also look up videos on YouTube and probably would use Gwen or miles laptop and they would just laugh. Anything they see and miles would definitely keep side eyeing them anytime he watches something outta pocket .

●The first person to fall asleep would be pav then Gwen would be second then a minute later miles would be asleep then like 10 30 minutes later hobie is asleep and when I tell you miles probably snores and just look what it would do .

Miles snoring*

Gwen waking up a bit* ..who's snoring like that

Hobie wakes up a little* not me.. *he shakes pav*

Pav wakes up* hm?..oh my..who is snoring like that!?

They all turn to look at miles*

Miles sleeping and being loud as fuck*

Hobie:..miles...miles..MIKES STFU..dang he can sleep

Gwen:oh my MILES

Pav: Miles shut up please!!...*gets a pillow and throws it at him

Miles wakes up* AH ...what?

Hobie:you've been snoring like a pig mate

Miles: oh my bad guys

*they all go back to sleep ..10 minutes later he starts again*

●In the morning hobie wakes up first and (ngl I think he would knock how to cook ) so he would make everyone breakfast

●Pav would wake up then Miles and Gwen at the same time and it would be a nice moring(hobie has a bonnet on btw) they would talk about stuff what's been going on in their life . When they're going to hang out next time and miles would maybe show them they drawings he made while they all went places last night.

●they all would just stay in their pj's and open the portals to their room and say bye and they will see each other later OR they would do their morning routines together then put on their suits and go (btw miles has a watch in this) .

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Sorry for my writing this is my first time making stuff on here but I hope you loved it ask me if you ever want me to to make headcanons or small stories!!

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Number Eight - Tripping: Chapter 1

Characters: Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku & Niki Location: Los Angeles Townscape

HiMERU: It’s one bad thing after the other – it’s starting to get dark.

What should we do, Amagi? Our pockets have just been filled after completing our previous mission. I think we should find a nearby inn to stay the night.

Rinne: No, we ain’t doing that.

HiMERU: That was a quick answer.

Rinne: There’s nothing to think about. We can’t afford to waste precious time.

If the show has taken our car away from us, then obviously, that means we can get it back.

HiMERU: I see. That would be the logical conclusion after trying to read into the producer’s intentions.

You have a point. It’s a mission shrouded in mystery, but there should be a clue somewhere. Let’s move based on that.

Shiina, Oukawa. Any objections?

Niki: Nope. I’m totally fine since I just ate all that food earlier.

In fact, I don’t wanna be stuck here since I haven’t even had any proper local food yet~!

HiMERU: Hehe. I see you’re as gluttonous as always, Shiina.

Kohaku: I’m fine too, HiMERU-han.

I prepared myself thinkin’ the show would be like “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth”. So this feels like heaven compared to that, right?

HiMERU: Thank you. It’s reassuring to hear you say that.

Niki: It was hell for us last time – we had to fight a raging bull and had to do all those punishments~ It feels like a trip this time, so I don’t think I feel any stress.

HiMERU: Indeed. Being too familiar and comfortable with a situation can certainly be terrifying. People couldn’t put up with us in the past, so I suppose we’ve landed ourselves in a pretty nice role.

…Truth be told, I do feel relieved in this situation.

Rinne: Relieved?

HiMERU: You should be able to understand without my having to tell you, Amagi.

It may be a shoot led by idols, but “Number Eight” doesn’t have scripts nor an outline for the show. It’s not pretty to watch.

At this rate, people will think “Crazy:B’s” chaotic behaviour was just something the media made up… That was very close to becoming a reality.

Kohaku: “Crazy:B’s” style consists of breakin’ up the pre-established harmony and stereotypes, after all.

Niki: Yeah, I know what you mean.

The one who must’ve been the most perplexed about this situation has to be Rinne-kun, right? He’s been oddly well-behaved ever since we stepped foot overseas.

Rinne: Nah. Your hunch doesn’t work for anything other than food.

…Wait, maybe not?

Niki: ?

Rinne: Maybe Niki’s right. I haven’t been that energetic…

Sorry. I guess I’m just tired ‘cause I’m not used to being overseas.

Niki: I knew it! I thought you’ve been acting weird – like that bathroom break you took during lunch.

The normal Rinne-kun would ignore the script or missions and just drive wherever he wanted to go.

Rinne: Yeah. That’s what I’d love to do, but… I’m not feelin’ great. Maybe it’s ‘cause I don’t vibe with the place here~?

So I’m counting on ya! I ain’t feeling up to scratch, so buy dinner for me!

You might be feeling happy after doing that food review, but we haven’t eaten anything since lunch. You’re the chef here, so you gotta make sure you’re feeding us, alright?

Niki: Ah, you tricked me, Rinne-kun! You just wanted to make me empathise with you, so you could make me your errand boy!

You’re a real liar! No one’s gonna believe you if you cry wolf, you know…!

Rinne: Tch, looks like the cat’s outta the bag. And you were this close to being my errand boy~

HiMERU: Enough chattering, you two. Let’s go shopping for dinner.

We should head out right away after resupplying. Otherwise, we won’t have time to find our car.

Rinne: Oh, yeah…

This area has paved roads so it should be easy to spot a car with a steering wheel on its right side.

I’ll ask a nearby driver if they’ve seen a black Japanese car.

Kohaku: So we’ll be searchin’ for the car on foot? Okay, let’s do this.

If we run out of time in an unfamiliar place, then it’ll just be like what HiMERU-han said and our reputation will take a hit, won’t it?

Niki: Well, I don’t think we had much of a reputation in the first place.

I don’t want another disbandment notice ever again.

It makes me shiver just imagining the suffering I’ll have to endure if I let go of my current idol and chef job!

Rinne: Right? We’ve gotta thank our client for giving us this work offer.

We’ve got sixteen hours left. Time to get ready for the second half.

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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."

[mal-urameshi]

I NEED SHURI AND RIRI MAKING UP IN TURBULENCE PLEASEEE

Mama Okoye and Riri! Spin-off side-story aftermath thing.

Turbulence 1.2

Riri found herself sitting across from Shuri. The Princess had actually brought herself over to her home before Riri could have even gotten a chance to return her calls.

Okoye had answered the door, surprised to see Shuri standing on her doorstep.

"Is Riri home?" Shuri tried to peek above and below Okoye's shoulders to get a better look inside the house.

Okoye looked behind her to see Riri's silhouette dash into her bedroom in efforts to hide, "Just give me one moment, okay Shuri?"

Okoye walked over to Riri's bedroom where the girl was sitting on her bed, "I thought you were ready to talk to her, Pebble?"

Riri took a deep breath, "Mama, I thought I was but I wasn't expecting her to pull up to my house! I was just gonna do it over call because I was feeling weird, you know?"

Okoye kneeled and rest her hands on Riri's lap, "There's no better way to have this conversation than in person. You will feel better this way. Trust me."

Riri looked her mother in the eye and gave her a half-smile and silent nod.

Okoye gave Riri an encouraging pat on her lap before standing up, "I'll go get Shuri, okay?"

As Okoye walked out of Riri's room, she almost ran into Shuri. She quickly steadied herself using the girl's shoulders.

"She's inside, isn't she? She can't keep ignoring me. I have to talk to her!" Shuri frantically looked between Okoye and the door behind her.

"Relax, Shuri. Riri is ready to see you. Go ahead in."

Not needing to be told again, Shuri rushed into Riri's room and closed the door behind her.

Riri was now sitting criss-cross on the floor while looking at Shuri. This made the older girl start to feel self-conscious all on a sudden.

Shuri busied herself with looking at wayward devices on Riri's work desk. A smile crept onto her face as she observed what looked to be an updated version of Riri's old 'Riri-Boxes'. She chuckled at the memory of Riri excitedly telling her of how Okoye panicked when she thought the box was going to blow up.

"You ain't gonna sit?" Riri gestured to the space in front of her.

Shuri silently nodded and sat directly in front of Riri. She looked at the girl before she dropped her gaze to the floor and played with the stray hairs of Riri's fuzzy rug.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Both girls' eyes widened and locked their gaze on each other.

"What are you sorry for? It should be me that should be apologizing. I was behaving real outta pocket."

Shuri viciously shook her head, "No, it was me who was very insensitive to you, Riri." She planted her palms on the floor and shifted her wight onto them, inevitably drawing her closer to Riri.

Riri pursed her lips. Communication. Communication. Mama said to communicate.

"I did feel really bad when you said that my work was sloppy. That shit hurt so bad. Like if you ripped my heart out and stomped on it."

Riri looked at Shuri's face, which was ridden with cringe, "I know that it sounds extreme, but what you say affects me so much. I'm so used to you complimenting my work. You saying my stuff was practically ass made me lash out. I know that it ain't an excuse. It was wrong of me to do that."

Shuri nodded her head, "I should have been more mindful of my words to you. I just didn't know how else to put it at that point in time. But that is no excuse for me either. Especially when I called you complacent when you're anything but. You work hard in everything you do. Even if you were having an off day." Shuri smirked.

"An off day? You got some nerve, girl." Riri lighty shoved Shuri's shoulder which made the other girl laugh.

"I also want to say sorry for giving you the cold shoulder. That was a crappy thing for me to do. And when you gave it back to me, I almost cried back in the lab. I mean, I cried at home here too." She gave a half-hearted shrug, "It doesn't feel nice."

Shuri scooted over to Riri and pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I wanted you to feel how you made me feel but it hurt doing that to you. I don't want us to drift apart, Riri. I hate hurting you." Shuri's voice trembled.

Riri returned Shuri's hug with bone-crushing force, "We should talk things out just like this. It feels good. Bast, it feels so good." She sniffled.

Shuri sniffled and nodded, "I promise to do better. I'm sorry for making you feel like that."

Riri pressed a kiss to Shuri's cheek, "I forgive you. I'm sorry for being so mean. It was uncalled for. You didn't deserve it."

Shuri smiled, "I forgive you too. I forgive you too."

Riri pulled away and wiped her eyes, "We cool now?"

Shuri grinned as she swiped her own tears, "Like the other side of the pillow."

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

[twilightmalachite]

Sandstorm - Epilogue 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta, Rei, Kaoru, Koga, Adonis

Translator: Mika Enstars

"My bad for takin’ so long, it seems we got deceived a lil’ by a sly fox!"

Season: Winter

Location: Chuugoku Region Qualifiers Stage

Hinata: Heheh~, if you can secretly steal Desert Coins from Hakaze-senpai’s pocket, you can slip them back in just as easily, right?

As compensation for deceiving him, I decided to take one Desert Coin—and slip it back into Hakaze-senpai’s pocket.

And so in accordance with the rules, UNDEAD survived.

Yuuta: You really do whatever you want, don’t you, Hinata-kun?

Hinata: Because that seemed to be what you wanted, Yuuta-kun!

Koga: “Gyahahahaha! ☆ UNDEAD has risen again…!”

Rei: “Yes, for we are UNDEAD. We cannot die, we’ll resurrect again and again!”

(quietly) …But I never would have dreamed that we’d be killed by the adorable 2wink.

Koga: “We are UNDEAD! I kept ya waitin’, no need to worry further, you ignorant fools!”

“My bad for takin’ so long, it seems we got deceived a lil’ by a sly fox!”

Hinata: He called you a fox, Yuuta-kun! ♪

Yuuta: Kon, kon…♪[1] Aren’t you seniors embarrassed to have been deceived by someone like me?

Koga: Shaddup~! So it was you~! You were behind this?!

Ain’t that amazin’~! ♪ So ya craftily fooled both the management and ourselves, and then managed to escape outta hotel out in the middle of nowhere, didn’tcha?!

Adonis: Yes. The management side, who thought we were eliminated, called for the end of the game in the desert—SDS, as planned.

And so as a result, we were released and set free. We were brought to a helicopter pad and were sent back to the Chuugoku region.

Kaoru: Yep. Though I don’t know where the desert or the hotel was, apparently it was still part of the Chuugoku region, kinda sorta?

For the qualifiers, it looks like there’s a rule that prohibits moving leaving the region—or at least, there’s supposed to be one.

Apparently it was like that for that rumored Hokkaido Jungle too?

Koga: There ain’t any jungle in Hokkaido though~… Are other people in other regions goin’ through what the management’s puttin’ us through too?

How come this year's SS is drenched in so much conspiracy?

Rei: Even so, for the time being at least, the management has no reason to bend the rules they set for themselves.

If they repeat that sort of foul play, they'll lose their greatest weapon—they’ll lose whatever authority they have.

Therefore, even if something is outright strange, an explanation will be found within the scope of the rules, and the issue will be reconciled.

We’ve always been somewhere unknown within the Chuugoku region, and now that the next stage of the qualifiers have begun, we’ve come out onto the stage with our swords blazing.[2]

That is how this will play out.

ES thoroughly operates SS by righteousness. They will do anything in order to preserve that public image, if they bare their fangs here, they’ll be seen as nothing but criminals.

“I don’t like that way of things~, I don’t like it~, so I’ll jus’ crush it!!”

…Is something that Crazy:B or Trickstar would begin to say, so they have their hands tied up because of that.

Adonis: Sakuma-senpai’s voice got so rough all of a sudden, it surprised me.

Rei: Sorry~! ♪ There’s nothing to be scared of, Rei-chan is everyone’s kind grandpa…☆

Adonis: No, it’s fine. Besides, back then, you used to speak in that tone. It’s nostalgic.

I’ve always wondered why you suddenly changed your manner of speaking.

Sakuma-senpai is still the same Sakuma-senpai, so I just interpreted it as something like changing clothes.

Rei: What a good boy! There there, you’ll be getting a New Year’s envelope…♪

Kaoru: Isn’t it still a lil’ too early for that?

How should I put it… I think I get it—Do you think that having UNDEAD present risked too much for a reckless rebellion, to where the management aimed to remove us?

It would explain why they were so obstinate on crushing us.

Rei: Well. Referring to my own experience—I was suspecting Tenshouin-kun, but it seems that it’s just a similar case.

He tried to ostracize me because I was a bad kid who would have tried to go against him.

I don’t know all of the facts. The incidents that are occurring are understandably far too big for me to grasp the entire picture.

No, it’s as if I’m intentionally being restrained so that I cannot get all the cards into my hand and act. There’s nothing I can do.

Kaoru: They’re simply afraid of people who are too strong, and try to get rid of them.

Rei: Am I a monster or something to them? Why are they so scared, I’m nothing but a feeble ol’ grandpa!

Kaoru: That’s cuz people are starting to realize and be aware that it’s just an act, y’know.

More importantly, Rei-kun… I thought you were unable to talk to us for all this time, is it alright for you to have a normal conversation like this?

Rei: Mhm. Yuuta-kun canceled the command he gave to me.

The secret command that was given to me was “to follow the orders of 2wink��, it wasn’t “don’t speak”.

Now I can talk and move freely like normal. ♪

Yuuta: Well, it’d be an issue if we didn’t let Sakuma-senpai give it his all, so I removed his shackles. Please keep on making money for us!

Rei: Mhm, as you wish—Master. ♪

Kaoru: What d’you mean…?

Rei: Kukuku. During the qualifications, we UNDEAD and 2wink formed an alliance to work together. We’ll be taking all and every job and making some easy money. ♪

This stage being one of those jobs. We’ll start with performing a flashy live as we usually do and show our cheerful faces to our fans who have been worrying about us.

Kaoru: Hmm~. Well, we are a little late due to the scheming management, but let’s do our best.

Rei: Mhm. With how there are many strong powerhouses here in the Chuugoku region, and how long we’ve taken getting here from the desert…

As of now, we are at a great disadvantage.

However, the sun is still in the sky. As long as we are alive and moving, there is nothing impossible in this world.

These powerful idols will be off guard seeing we are so far behind them…

The warped human beings with that arrogance are the prey that we are aiming for.

Let us creep up, seize them, and drain their blood.

Kaoru: Your words and conduct sometimes get so extreme, Rei-kun.

Rei: Do you dislike that “me”, Kaoru?[3]

Kaoru: Uuh, I mean, for me it’s kinda difficult to talk with someone who changes their character so quickly~? I don’t know how to react!?

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The Japanese onomatopoeia for the noises foxes make.

Lit. 'hastily-grabbed sword'. The original saying, 押っ取り刀, is to describe when a samurai would rush to an emergency with a sword in hand, without even the time to affix it to their waist.

He uses the "ore" (俺) pronoun here, the pronoun he would use during his second year, as opposed to his current "wagahai" (我輩).