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dystopicjumpsuit · 5 months

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 15

Here We Go

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings and tags: fluff; bonding; SO MUCH SMUT; literally half of this chapter is smut, and I don't know what I was on when I wrote it, but I'd like some more, because it is filthy; fingering; oral sex; unprotected PIV; dirty talk (possibly light degradation/dumbification kink if you squint); voice kink; biting; marking; cum play; excessive use of the c-word; DJ is unwell about Riyo Chuchi and so is Echo

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Summary: The team deals with Nemec's inhibitor chip; Echo and Riyo stop sneaking around.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings and "Do It Again," but all three fics can be read as stand-alones.

Here we go round the prickly pear

At five o'clock in the morning.

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

When Echo and Rex returned to the common area, Cerra was in the kitchen speaking quietly to Gregor. His eyes flicked toward Rex, then back to Cerra, and he nodded.

“Thanks, Gregor,” Echo heard Cerra say in a low tone. “I’m sorry.”

He gave her a reassuring smile, then turned back to his task. Cerra then crossed to Nemec and drew him aside, speaking quickly. His expression went from curious to concerned, but he followed her without protest into the small area they’d sectioned off to use as a med bay. Echo felt slightly guilty that he hadn’t even attempted to smooth over Rex and Cerra’s disagreement, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Riyo and one of her guards arrived within minutes.

“Hello,” she smiled, and Echo nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Riyo,” he greeted her, not entirely able to conceal the warmth in his tone.

“Right on time,” Gregor called as he began plating the meal. “No table, so you’ll just have to take a seat wherever you can find one.”

“This looks amazing,” Riyo said as he began to pass the plates around.

Her guard looked surprised when Gregor handed him a plate, but he nodded his thanks and examined the food curiously. Echo led Riyo to a crate and helped her up onto it, then hopped up to sit next to her. Rex had disappeared, Force alone knew where.

“Where’s the trooper you extracted?” she asked.

“He’s with Cerra, having his chip removed now,” Echo said. “Hopefully it won’t take long.”

The rest of the group drifted to any available seats and settled in to eat. A few scattered conversations around the room soon morphed into quiet grunts of appreciation, followed by silence. When Riyo tasted her first bite, her eyes lit with delight.

“Gregor, this is delicious!” she exclaimed. “Where did you learn to cook like that?”

“Abafar,” he said with a pleased grin.

“I’ve never heard of it,” she said.

“You should count yourself lucky,” he chuckled.

“I feel a little foolish that I was bringing soup when you’re such a brilliant cook,” she admitted.

“No need to feel foolish,” Gregor said. “I was away on a mission, so I wasn’t here to cook that day anyway. Besides, every cook knows that the best tasting meals are the ones someone else cooked. Unless that someone is Cerra. Never ask her to cook for you.”

Riyo laughed. “It can’t possibly be that bad!”

“You wouldn’t say that if you’d tasted her food,” Gregor giggled.

“What were you doing on Abafar?” Fireball asked curiously, and Echo remembered that the young clone had never gotten his promised explanation.

“Crash landing,” Gregor replied. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Is that why—” Fireball started to ask before stopping himself, apparently regaining some measure of tact.

“The voice?” Gregor asked. “No, that came after I got blown up in a rhydonium explosion. I only lost my memories in the crash.”

Fireball’s eyes went wide. “How are you still alive?”

“That’s not all,” Echo said. “I watched him take two blaster bolts to the chest and walk it off. Gregor’s made of strong stuff.”

“He’s not the only one,” Riyo said quietly, gazing at Echo with an expression of transparent admiration.

“You got that right,” Gregor chuckled. “Echo and I should start a club for clones who got blown up and survived.

“There might be more of us than you realize,” Echo replied. “But first, we have to get them away from the Empire.”

“Fireball said the procedure wasn’t too bad,” Nemec said uncertainly.

“It should be pretty quick and painless,” Cerra replied. “But I’ll need to shave your hair—at least a patch of it.”

“Might as well take it all off,” he said with a grunt.

“You sure?” she asked. “People might start mistaking you for me.”

He laughed. “I doubt that.”

“How about I just take off enough for the procedure, and when you wake up, you can decide what you want to do.”

He nodded. “Let’s get it over with."

She shaved a small patch of his hair, then had him lie down on the surgical pod bed as she administered a sedative, fastening the restraints around him after it took effect. Once Nemec was inside the surgical pod, Cerra kept a close eye on the screen, tuning out the noise of the group outside. She had only watched the procedure before, never performed it herself, and she didn’t want to risk getting something wrong. The operation itself was relatively quick—considering it was brain surgery—but according to Rex, recovery times could vary significantly. Fireball had woken up about ten minutes after having his chip removed, but Rex had told her that one of the enhanced clones he’d helped on Bracca had taken much longer.

The pod beeped as the level five atomic scan located the chip, and Cerra entered the removal command. The machine hummed to life. Nemec’s fingers twitched, but the pod’s restraints held him steady as the automated procedure commenced. Cerra reached out and took his hand in hers, holding it as much for her own comfort as anything else. His fingers tightened briefly around hers, and she knew it was just a reflexive response, but it reassured her anyway. So absorbed was she in her task that she didn’t hear the door hiss open or the footsteps approach behind her.

“Status?”

Cerra flinched and pulled her hand away. “Kriff me, Rex, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” Rex said with a half smile as he handed her a cup of caf. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

She took a sip and knew immediately that Gregor had made it. Some day she’d have to ask him what he did to make his caf better than anyone else’s.

“Everything seems fine, aside from the small detail of someone who is very much not a medical professional performing brain surgery,” she said.

“You got this,” he said. “Want some company while you wait?”

“Don’t you have Gregor’s fancy dinner to eat?” she asked.

“He’s feeding the rest of the group first. He said he’d wait to cook ours until Nemec is recovered enough to eat,” Rex shrugged.

Her heart gave a little twist. Of course, Gregor would find a way to make sure everyone was taken care of. She should have known.

Rex stood next to her, strong and reassuring, and Cerra felt her anxiety drop to a mere simmer in the face of his unflappable calm. The pod control panel indicated that the surgery was proceeding normally, and she gradually relaxed.

“Pretty decent ship you and Gregor got for Balmorra,” she observed.

“It’ll need some modifications—engine and weapons upgrades. Think you can handle it?” he asked.

She snorted. “Obviously. It would go faster if Trace were here to help out, though. Any chance she’ll be back sometime soon?”

Rex shook his head. “There’s still too much heat on Coruscant for either of the Martez sisters to risk coming back for now. Echo is good with a hydrospanner, though.”

“Good point,” Cerra said. “I’ll ask if he has time to help.”

“What else would he be doing?” Rex asked.

Cerra raised her eyebrows. Was it possible that Rex had missed the way Echo and Riyo looked at each other? They could hardly be more obvious if they were kriffing on the roof of 500 Republica for the entire planet to see.

“You never know,” she said with a shrug, allowing Rex to keep his innocence for the moment. It was really none of her business anyway.

Cerra wasn’t sure when it had happened, but Echo had been noticeably less grumpy for the past week or so, and if she had any credits, she would have bet every last one that Riyo was the reason for his newly cheerful outlook.

The surgical pod hummed and whirred as it worked, and within half an hour or so, it beeped an alert that the procedure was complete. Cerra double-checked Nemec’s life-signs, which were all normal, then settled in to wait for him to wake up. Rex started to clean his DC-17s, which was a sure sign that he was bored and looking for something to do with his hands. Cerra stretched and flopped back in her chair while she waited. Their makeshift med bay was not remotely soundproof, and snatches of conversation and laughter drifted in occasionally.

Kriff, she was tired. Sometimes she thought she could sleep until the heat death of the universe and still need a nap afterward. She rubbed the grit out of her eyes with her fist, drawing Rex’s attention.

“Why don’t you go join the others?” he asked. ��I’ll stay with Nemec.”

“Nah, it sounds like they’re having a good time. Wouldn’t want to bring everyone down.”

“It looked like you were having fun earlier,” Rex observed. “Almost reminded me of the way things used to be.”

She snorted. “We raised some hell, didn’t we?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a dignified tone.

“Really?” she asked. “You don’t remember that Cody used to have a framed holo of you, me, and Fives dancing on the bartop at 79’s?”

“I remember Fives and Jesse doing body shots off of you and the three of you almost getting arrested for public indecency.”

“Oh, yeah, that was a fun night,” she grinned. “I’d never seen Tup so mortified. Poor kid didn’t know where to look.”

They reminisced quietly for some time. Nemec’s vitals were stable, but he took longer than anticipated to wake up, and eventually, the sounds of laughter and conversation from the garage faded as the night dragged on. Someone knocked on the door, and Fireball poked his head inside to check on Nemec’s progress, and then Gregor joined them, carrying a sabacc deck.

“Where’s everyone else?” Rex asked as Gregor dealt.

“They all headed back to the embassy,” Fireball said. “Echo said he’d be back in the morning.”

Rex looked startled, and Gregor and Cerra exchanged wordless, amused glances. A warm glow spread over her. She’d missed Gregor badly since he’d been avoiding her, and she hoped things would get back to normal now that she was safely home from Raada.

The surgical pod beeped, and she hopped up immediately to check on it, Fireball following close behind. Nemec’s eyes opened slowly.

“Welcome back, brother,” Fireball said.

“Did it work?” Nemec rasped.

“All readings are normal,” Cerra said with a smile. “Looks like we have another successful mission, boys.”

“Do you know, I’ve never had a bath before,” Echo said, stroking his fingers down the soft, damp skin of Riyo’s arm.

He gazed out the transparisteel wall at the vast expanse of Coruscant’s upper levels, the lights of the towers and spires resplendent against the darkness. Inside Riyo’s luxurious ensuite refresher, the lights were low, glistening off the water droplets that scattered across her lovely, smooth skin like stars in the night sky as she sat between his legs, her back leaning against his front, soaking in the warm, fragrant bath.

“Never?” she asked, tilting her face up to look at him from where she reclined on his chest.

“Mmm,” he replied, pressing his lips into her hair. “Not unless you count bacta tanks.”

He felt the slow, hypnotic movement of her hands tracing up his thighs beneath the warm, fragrant water as she nestled between his legs.

“How do you like it?” she asked.

“It’s perfect,” he said. “Never been so happy my prosthetics are waterproof.”

He kissed her again, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, and then lower on her neck as she tilted her head to give him better access. He slipped his hand around the front of her body to cup her breast gently, rolling her nipple with his thumb as she exhaled a luxurious sigh. Shifting slightly, he bent his leg and nudged her thighs apart with his foot. She complied immediately, her body softening and opening for him as he trailed his fingertips down her abdomen.

Her hips shifted, brushing her ass against his cock, and his breath caught at the sensation of her plush curves teasing him. He rested his hand over her pussy and drew her body backward through the water, grinding slowly against her.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered in her ear. “Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

She gasped at his filthy words, and her body arched against him. “Yes, Maker, yes.”

He circled her clit languidly, keeping his pressure light. She slid her hands further up his hips to hold his body closer to hers, moaning quietly. His mouth dropped lower, his tongue dragging across the sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over her flesh.

“Echo…” she whispered.

“Tell me,” he murmured, wrapping his scomp arm across the front of her chest and pulling her shoulders firmly against him. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like everything you’re doing, and—Oh!” she gasped as he grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

“Tell me,” he repeated, his voice deep and rough.

He rocked his cock against her ass again, and she let out a broken whimper. “That—oh, kriff—I like that—I love feeling how hard you are. I love knowing that I did that to you—gods, Echo…”

Gradually, he increased the pressure and speed of his fingers on her clit, rocking his cock against her ass as he lavished kisses over her shoulder, neck, and jaw. He could feel her legs beginning to tremble as her hips moved rhythmically against him. The water rippled and splashed around them, and Riyo slipped on the floor of the bathtub as her legs gave out, but Echo held her securely, pulling her in and kissing her deeply as she came apart in his hand.

Her soft cries reverberated off the hard floors and walls of the refresher, and pleasure coursed down his spine at the sound of them. Kriff, she was so beautiful, so responsive. He loved the way her body felt as she writhed in his arms. He worked her through her orgasm with his fingers, and when at last she collapsed against him, breathless and spent, he held her close, breathing in her scent.

She dropped her head back to rest against his shoulder as her eyes closed and an expression of utter bliss settled across her features. He reflexively lifted his arm off her chest to stroke her face but stopped as he realized he’d reached for her with his right arm, the scomp hovering inches from her delicate skin. She opened her eyes as she sensed the tension in his body.

“It doesn’t bother me,” she said softly. “It’s part of you, and I like all of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he demurred.

“You won’t.”

Cautiously, he closed the distance, trailing the scomp across her cheekbone.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, curious if the sensation felt different to her than it did to him.

“Cold,” she replied. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Does it feel strange?” he asked.

She shook her head. “It just feels like you.”

She tilted her face closer to him and brushed her lips over his jawline, working her way back toward his ear and down the side of his neck. The soft, light touches sent sparks of arousal dancing across his skin, and he rumbled deep in his chest as she twisted around in his arms to continue her progress downward. He felt her hand close around his cock beneath the warm water, dragging over him in unhurried strokes.

She knelt between his knees, gently teasing his balls and the insides of his thighs with her free hand as she worked his cock, and Echo knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He closed his hand around her wrist, stopping her movements as she glanced uncertainly up at him.

“Bed,” he rasped. “Now.”

She sucked in an audible breath, her eyes wide as she nodded. They climbed out of the bath and toweled off in record time, and then they were stumbling toward the bedroom, and Riyo’s lips were on his, and her hands were roaming over his body, until at last he picked her up and tossed her onto the mattress, following immediately as he pinned her to the bed and began to devour her entire body with kisses.

He plunged his tongue into her cunt and tasted her tangy, sweet arousal, and he was so kriffing hard he ached to bury himself in her. She kept making those soft, lovely whimpering sounds that drove him to the absolute brink of his control, and as much as he wanted to give her a second orgasm before he fucked her, he thought he might actually die if he had to wait much longer.

His finger met absolutely no resistance as it glided into her silken, slick warmth. He traced down until he found the soft, ridged spot he was looking for, and then he began to stroke in tiny circles. At the first press of his fingertip, she let out an abrupt cry as her hips arched up off the mattress, and he smiled against her cunt as he continued to tease her clit with his lips and tongue. He braced his scomp arm across the top of her pelvis and pressed her down into the mattress to hold her in place as he relentlessly moved inside her until she shattered with a frantic scream.

“There it is,” he whispered, working her through her climax with his fingers and tongue. “There’s that gorgeous sound. Fuck, I love to hear you come, little one. Prettiest karkin’ voice in the galaxy.”

She gasped for air as she writhed beneath him. He drew out her orgasm, his eyes drifting closed as he listened to those soft, desperate moans that slowly became incoherent begging.

“P—please, please…” she whimpered. “Echo—I need—”

“What is it, darling?” he asked, circling his thumb over her clit and enjoying the way her body jerked in response. “What do you need?”

“You!” she gasped. “Please, I need you.”

Fuck. When she begged him like that, there was nothing he could deny her. He began to kiss his way up her abdomen, over her sternum, between her breasts, along her throat, and at last, as he reached her mouth, he sank into her soft, slick warmth. His lips captured her sigh as his cock pressed into her cunt.

“Kriff, Riyo, you feel perfect,” he said. “Never felt such a perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

She shuddered and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. She gazed up at him with lust-glazed eyes, her lips falling open as he took her hard and fast, her breath punching out of her with each thrust.

He brushed her hair back from her face as he murmured, “Let me see those beautiful eyes. Not a thought inside that pretty head, is there?”

She shook her head. “Only you.”

He kissed her deeply as the pleasure built in his body. He felt her clenching around him, and he knew she had another to give him. He broke away from her kiss, tucking his face next to her ear as he began to whisper absolute filth.

“You like that, little one? You like it when I fuck all the thoughts out of that brilliant, gorgeous brain of yours? When I make you forget about everything except my cock? Tell me,” he growled.

“Yes,” she choked. “Gods, yes.”

“Tell me what you like,” he ordered.

“Fuck! Gods, I like—I—”

“What’s the matter, love?” he asked wickedly. “Can’t string together a few words?”

Her brows drew together in an expression of intense concentration, and he knew she was close. He kissed her neck, raking his teeth across her skin.

“Do you want to come, Riyo?” he demanded.

She nodded her head.

“Say it.” His hand shook with the effort of holding back his orgasm.

“Yes! Please, Echo, please!”

“Then be a good little doll and come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

Her legs clamped around his hips, her cunt tightening around his cock as she cried out. It was too much. He thrust deeply into her and came so hard his vision whited out. His entire body pulsed as he emptied himself, and as he slowly regained awareness, he realized he’d sunk his teeth deeply into her shoulder. He released her and licked the bite mark gently.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, kissing the bruise.

“No,” she gasped. “I liked it—I loved it. Did you leave a mark?”

“I did,” he confessed. “Sorry.”

She shook her head. “That’s not—I love that. Being marked by you. I want to be able to see it for days.”

Holy kriff. Could she be more perfect?

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured.

He drew out of her slowly and rolled over onto his side, curling his body around hers. His hand drifted down between her thighs, and he began to play with the cum that pooled on her skin, drawing his fingers through it in soft, teasing motions, then gathering it up and pressing it back inside her.

She sighed happily and cuddled closer to him. “I can’t believe I just had a bath, and I already need to shower again.”

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peevishpants · 6 months

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this is coming from a place of genuine admiration but, joohoney (#1 kpop blorbo) has got no visual taste. he is pushing 30 but still has the sensibilities of a freshman fratboy. He unironically cosplays DJ Crazytimes and starts krumping in Freedom MV. Then there's a dance break's climax where he rips off his stupid sunglasses and it. turns into a fireball as it shoots towards the camera. who storyboarded this mv. a child who thinks rocketships are "epic" and replacing the letter "s" with the letter "z" is "megaswag". i laughed thru the entire video. honestly wish more kpops would embrace looking stupid as fuck

#genuinely am saying this as a positive #jooheon in the MV lookin like he thinks he is so cool!!!! i want what he has #its the baby face and aggressively himbo posing and yelling that gets me laughin every time #true test of whether a kpop has star power is if they can somehow sell the dumbest shit ever and still look cool #easiest way to my heart is just being an unaware embarrassment #look at cai xukun ji tai mei LMAO #jooheon of Put Gunshot Noise In Music Bc It Sounds Cool fame #words

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“Frat”

I was bent over the arm of the futon, the wood cutting into my abs, while he railed me from behind. My head was resting on the cushion, rubbing against the rough material with each thrust he made into me, my arms trying to gain purchase on anything to be able to push back and get him in as deep as possible. I vaguely recall the door to his room being open and people passing by and occasionally cheering him on. He continued to fuck me wildly, ramming into me hard and fast, beer splashing onto my back as he gestured to his friends.

I was invited to a party at a fraternity on campus one weekend by my roommate. He was friends with one of the brothers, and they were having a big bash to celebrate something important in the fraternity’s history. George had been interested in pledging the frat early in the year and decided against it, but he remained friendly with some of the members. They lived in a huge house off campus in fraternity square, where most of the fraternities were located. It used to be the really ritzy part of town where all the rich people lived and built mansions, many of which had been converted into fraternity houses.

This was the Rho Epsilon Chi fraternity, who apparently had a rich history on campus and nationwide. They went by REX, which was a little weird, since Rho is a P in the Greek alphabet, but I suppose REX sounded better than PEX. They were a big fraternity with over 100 members, but only a select group lived in the house - mostly upperclassmen and legacies, the ones who had dads and brothers as alumni.

As we were walking up the front path to the house, we saw a group of members standing off to the side of the front door smoking. I don’t usually pay much attention to that, because I think it’s kind of gross, but when I saw him, I did a double take. He was so very cute, with his tight curly blonde hair, blushing cheeks and black stud earring. He was wearing the obligatory fraternity sweatshirt and black skinny jeans, with what looked like the golf team uniform shirt underneath. We caught eyes as I walked by, and he gave me the dude-bro head nod then turned back to his friends.

George and I made it into the fraternity and immediately got sucked into the crowd of people in the lobby and main floor of the house, which was beautiful. Carved wood paneling, iron and glass chandeliers, stained glass windows and huge portraits of old, important members of the fraternity were everywhere. They had a DJ set up at the end of the great room on the main floor, and a bar at the other end mainly serving beer from a keg. We got our red cups and filled them up, then began to wander around and see who was there. We made our way over to the dance floor and started to dance to the music, just warming up to the party, when the cutie from the front yard came up and introduced himself as Colin.

“Hey, I’m Colin. What’s your name?”

“Drew, Nice to meet you. This is George.”

He glanced at George then dismissed him and turned back to me. “Need another drink?”

I glanced down at my cup and saw it was nearly empty. “Sure.”

“Come this way!” and he grabbed my arm and dragged me off the dance floor and toward the grand staircase at the side of the great room. I looked back to George, who had a huge smile on his face as he waved me off. We made our way upstairs to the rooms and the maze of hallways that contained them, turning right and left much more quickly than I could remember, until we reached our apparent destination - a large corner room with a couple of desks, a couch or two, large TV with a PS5, and a long table in the middle currently being used as a beer pong table. The two teams now competing were yelling and celebrating as they scored points, and Colin took me over to the side near one of the desks serving as a bar. He poured each of us a Fireball shot and a couple more beers.

“Cheers to new friends!” Then he clanked our glasses together before taking the shot in one move. I followed closely behind, enjoying the burn of the cinnamon whiskey as it went down my throat. He got us two more shots, then we turned to watch the game as he began to talk to me.

“So, Drew. What year are you?”

“Freshman”

“What’s your major?”

“Pre-med”

“Where are you from?”

This went on for a while, and I would have normally been bored stiff, but he was too cute to get bored. We got to know each other as we watched the beer pong game. He was from Chicago and came here as a legacy, his father and grandfather both graduating from here and belonging to the fraternity. He was a junior and was majoring in finance, hoping to take over for his dad at the family company one day.

He got us each another shot and more beer just as the game was ending and we were sucked into playing the next round. I’d never played, so he had to teach me quickly. Basically, throw ping pong balls into the other team’s cups, and the first team to get one into each of their opponent’s cups wins. Yeah, and the cups are filled with beer, and you have to drink it if a ball lands in one on your side. They had other rules that I would have to learn as we went along, but that was the gist of it.

We started playing and were doing pretty well. Colin and I took turns shooting, and we were up 4 - 2 when I shot the next ball and it missed the table entirely.

“Air Ball!!” Everyone yelled, which meant I had to take a shot of Fireball.

He grabbed two more shots and pledged to not let me suffer alone, so we took our shots and we got back into the game. He was getting very affectionate - hugging me when we got a ball in a cup, whispering encouragement in my ear as I was preparing to shoot, and it felt really nice. He was skinny and slightly taller than me, but he had a firm grip and what I could tell were tight muscles under his sweatshirt. The game went on and it came down to the final shot - we were tied at 9 each, so the next team to get a ball won. It was my shot, and Colin got behind me and was rubbing my shoulders, giving me encouragement. All I could focus on was his firm touch and occasional rub of his crotch against my ass as I lined up the throw. I let it loose, and the ball hung in the air for what seemed forever before arching over the table and landing in the last cup on their side! We won! I jumped up and threw my arms in the air, screaming for our victory, and Colin grabbed me, spun me around and hugged me hard and tight, our bodies full against each other.

“Wanna get some fresh air?”

“Yeah, sure”

So we walked out of the room and found a staircase in the back of the house that went down to the back yard. We went out into the cool night air and the relative quiet of the dark yard. He got a cigarette out and lit it up, then offered one to me. I usually rebuff that without a second thought. But he looked so hot smoking it, and I had taken so many shots my judgment was foggy, so I grabbed one, which he lit for me. I coughed immediately then learned to only take really small puffs. It didn’t taste terrible, and we stood out there talking and smoking together. There were landscape lights in the yard that cast a warm shadow across his face and his angular features, and I started to get lost in his energy. I heard what he was saying but didn’t process it very well. I leaned into him slightly and looked up at his sparkling eyes before kissing him on the mouth. He squeaked a little then started to kiss back and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight. The kiss lasted for a few moments before he broke it.

“Wow. You’re a good kisser”

“Thanks! So are you.” Hoping to not sound like a schoolgirl with a crush, I said “I saw you when we were walking in the house and about tripped over myself. You’re so very cute.”

“Likewise! I told my friends that you were mine tonight. That’s why we hang out in the front yard - to pick our mates for the night before you get in and get taken.”

“Well, I’m really happy you picked me.”

“Want another drink?”

“Sure!”

We made our way back into the house and on the main floor over to the bar. Colin grabbed a pitcher of beer and told me to follow him. As we were walking through the main floor, I saw George dancing with a girl and we shot each other a thumbs up before Colin and I made our way back up the stairs. We navigated the same maze of hallways until we got back to the beer pong room, but he just went in and grabbed what was left of the Fireball before leaving the room and dragging me back to the same stairs we used to go out, but we went up the stairs to the third floor. There was just one long hallway on that floor and what appeared to be about 6 rooms, so we went to the middle room on one side and went inside. It was a typical college dorm with a TV and PS5, a futon and a couple of chairs, a desk, closet and small fridge. He set the pitcher down and poured us two more shots.

“Cheers to smoking in the front yard!” Then we took the shots and slammed the glasses down on the desk. We stood up and had a moment of silence, looking into each other's eyes, before he leaned down into me and kissed me again. We kissed for a long time, rubbing against each other as our arms roamed over each other’s back and necks. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me in tight. I could feel his hard on against me when he did that, so I ground my crotch into him so he could feel me too. I grabbed his ass too, and we stood there kissing and humping into each other for a long while. I heard movement outside his door and glanced over, but only saw shadows moving down the hall, so we kept kissing. He stopped and grabbed our beers, then took me over to the futon and sat down and patted the seat next to him. I took about half the beer down my throat in one swallow then dropped down maybe a little too firmly, and we leaned into each other and sloshed our beers a little bit onto our shirts.

“Damn! Better take these off before it soaks through!” he said. So he reached over and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and raised it up over my arms and head then tossed it to the side, before he did the same with his. He had a tight upper body with tiny nipples and smooth, pale skin, no body fat and narrow hips with abs and a V down into the waist of his skinny jeans.

“Mmm. You look incredible” he said before leaning back over, kissing my neck and pushing against me some, causing me to fall back onto the rough cushion of the futon. He followed me down and was nearly on top of me, and he continued to kiss my neck, suck on my ears and run his tongue along my jawline. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him fully on top of me, drawing my knees up and bringing my legs around him before using my heels to push his crotch into me.

He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye, a bright sparkle in his expression. I just nodded a little and raised an eyebrow. He leaned down and started kissing me again but kissed along my jaw, down my neck, across my chest (stopping to kiss and bite my right nipple) down my abs to the waist of the pants. He undid the belt and button before hooking the waist in his fingers and pulling them down. He got my pants off, and I dropped my legs back down along his sides. He ran his hands up my legs to my underwear covered crotch before rubbing over my hard on and squeezing tightly. You could see a drop of precum soak through the underwear material, and he leaned down and sucked at the spot, pulling the liquid out and swallowing loudly. He hooked the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down and off, exposing me to the air and his hungry gaze. He grabbed my dick and stroked it with his right hand, his left playing lightly with my scrotum and balls. I reached up and grabbed his head and pulled him down onto my dick, which he took into his warm, wet mouth. He ran his tongue over the length of me as he took it all in his mouth, the head lodging in his throat before he pulled off and went back down. He started to pull harder on my balls, which elicited a loud moan from me and spurred him on to be a little rougher with me.

He was sucking me fully, raising and lowering on my dick, slobbering all over it and pulling on my balls. I could feel his spit pooling around his hand on my sac and running down to my taint. He would alternate between pulling on my scrotum and rubbing his fingers over my swollen taint, the drool making his movements slick and wonderful. He stood up quickly, leaving me naked and alone on the couch before he pulled his jeans and underwear down his sculpted legs and off, bending at the waist and showing me his tight ass and hairless hole. He turned around and showed me his hard on. It was perfect, pale with a narrow pink head, about 7 inches long and a good girth with veins running up and down the length. It was bouncing with his heart beat over a pair of balls in a smooth sac, hanging loosely underneath. I jumped up and into his arms and started kissing him more, our dicks rubbing against each other between our bodies.

We stood naked in his room kissing, him responding to the occasional cat call from the hallway with a thumbs up or OK sign. He was rubbing my ass, kneading my butt cheeks and spreading them open, exposing my tight hole to the cool air of his room. He walked us over to the side of the futon and turned me around, pushing on my back until I leaned down over the arm of the furniture. It wasn’t that comfortable, so I dropped to my knees, my abs impaled on the wooden arm, but he quickly got behind me and opened my cheeks before diving in with his tongue and teeth, licking, biting, probing and slobbering all over my hole, so I quickly forgot about my abdomen.

He ate me out for a few minutes, his spit running down my legs and my hole relaxing under his attention. He brought a finger up to my hole and teased it before slowly entering me and stretching me open. Once his first finger was fully inside, he pulled it out and put two inside me, scissoring them to open me up more. After he had three inside me, he pulled them out and kissed my right butt cheek before standing up and then leaning down, lining his dick up with my flexing hole as I was bent over the arm of his futon.

Before he entered me, he ran over and grabbed a beer from the desk, then came back and lined up with my hole again before slowly and delicately entering me. My hole stretched around his dick as it entered me, spreading my ass lips apart and lodging his dick fully inside me. He rested once he was deep inside and took a drink before slowly pulling out until just the head was left in me, then pushed into me again. He repeated this several times, slowly pulling out before entering me again, drinking every couple of strokes. I was face down on the futon, looking toward the back of the futon and couldn’t see anything in the room. My vision was blurring enough from the pleasure he was giving me and the Fireball I’d had to drink that it wouldn’t have mattered if I could. I was moaning loudly with each stroke into my hole, and he continued to slowly fuck me, occasionally spitting on his dick when it was almost fully out to add lube.

I heard someone yell in and congratulate Colin, and he just raised his glass and continued to slowly fuck me. Another voice was closer and must’ve been in the room, because they high-fived each other and were having a conversation about how tight I was and how good it felt. When they high-fived, Colin splashed beer on my back, which drove me crazy and felt so good. I love being used by someone for their pleasure, and if they disregard me in the process, it’s even better. I stayed where I was but turned my head and looked into the room. I was flexing my ass with each thrust into me, causing a tight grip on his dick as it ran through my sphincter. I heard part of the conversation above me as I looked into the room and saw his friend standing there, loose basketball shorts covering an obvious erection.

“Mind if I have some fun after you?”

“Normally I’d say sure, but this one is special. I think I want him for myself.”

“Damn! Seriously? Colin is smitten?? That’s news we should yell from the rooftops!”

“Yeah, he’s super sweet and so fucking hot. His hole is grabbing me and massaging me each time I go inside.”

“Wow. He is really cute. If I can’t have a go at him, can I at least jack off? I’m gonna get blue balls if I can’t”

“Yeah, if he says it ok. Drew! Do you mind if my friend Tim here jacks off over your hot body?”

“Um, sure! I guess”

Tim dropped his shorts revealing he was freeballing and had a big, bright red dick with a wet head, covered in precum. He rubbed over the head to gather some lube then grabbed his shaft and started stroking right in front of my face. I was staring up at him, and his body was really nice with well defined muscles and a light fuzz of hair over his chest and abdomen. His balls were swinging back and forth as he jacked off, and Colin continued to fuck me, getting faster with the visual stimulation Tim was giving us.

“Can I get some lube from his mouth?” Tim asked the room, and Colin deferred to me. I said “Yeah, if you’d like.” Tim reached over and grabbed my hair then lifted my head up while I opened my mouth and took him in. He pushed in all the way until his balls were against my cheek and his pubes were in my nose then pulled out slowly. He let go of me, and my head dropped back onto the cushion. He resumed his jacking while Colin continued to fuck, his thrusts becoming more urgent and stronger, pushing me into the cushion of the futon with each drive into my body. I kept flexing my hole as strongly as I could, but it was getting wrecked by the continuous assault Colin was delivering to it.

Tim let out a wail and leaned over me, his cum raining down on my face and back while he jacked off over me. The splat of cum against my hot skin was like electric shocks that went straight to my balls, and I flexed my whole body and came without touching myself, shooting my cum against the side of the futon and on the floor underneath me. My flexing hole must’ve pushed Colin over the edge, because he pushed into me and stayed there, grunting with each volley of cum he was depositing inside my hole.

Colin fell forward but prevented himself from falling onto my back with his arms, not wanting Tim’s cum all over him. He did lean over and kiss the head of Tim’s dick before Tim put it away and left the room silently. Colin pushed himself back up and stood, quickly withdrawing from deep within me and leaving my hole gaping open and leaking his cum down my legs. I stayed there for a few more moments, Tim’s cum cooling and hardening on my skin and Colin’s running down my legs.

I eventually gathered the strength to stand up and get dressed, not caring to wipe any of the evidence of our coupling away. Colin and I stood and kissed for many moments, savoring the contact we were having and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

It was time for me to go, so I gathered the rest of my things and started to leave. Colin pulled me into one more kiss before promising to call me and take me out on a date. He directed me down the steps we used to get up here, so I stumbled down and out into the backyard before finding my way back to my dorm.

George was asleep when I got there, but he woke up with the racket I was making trying to be quiet. He noticed the cum in my hair and drying on my skin and could smell sex on me, but didn’t say anything. He just helped me get undressed and into my bed where I passed out, Colin’s cum continuing to leak out of my wrecked hole

I woke up a little bit later, naked and in my bed without any covers on me as George was turning off the light and getting back into bed, new splats of cum cooling on my back.

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sidwilsonsbitch · 3 months

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Sid Au Ships

Firedoll - Fireball/Babydoll

Bomb Trio - Bullet/Ace/Roper

Moving Parts - Dj Starscream/S1d (platonic)

Princess and the Snake - V/Fae

Fluff duo - Bug/Bubbs (platonic)

Danger Zone - Ratboy/0

Darkside - Sidney/Daemon

Bubbles and Blood Sib/Count/Goat

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totaldramacruisecontrol · 26 days

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Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Can You Take the Heat?

CHALLENGE 13: Kingston, Jamaica

“Hello, contestants! Are we feeling…hungry,” Chris grins. “Actually, I have an important announcement for everyone! Mascots, please come forward...” The Beaver and The Tapir waddle their way up the front of the bow, each holding their mascot flags. Neither speak. “Starting today, teams are no more. Yep, merge is here baby! Say goodbye to your lovable mascots! Buh bye-bye!” The Mascots silently wave, but Chris suddenly shoves them both overboard! You hear two distinct splashes… and silence. “From now on, you all will be fighting for immunity, and the winner of each challenge will get the luxury floor all to themselves! Well, actually…they’ll get to pick one person to join them and reap the spoils, if they wish. Yep! Your last chance to grab any hot Mascot merchandise is gone now. We're dumping all of it into the ocean!" “Well, enough talk. I hope everyone is ready to expand your flavor profile!” The boat bellows, docking on yet another beach. Wait, this place, to some of you, might be familiar! “The kind people of Jamaica were so gracious to overlook my last visit and allowed us to visit once more! WELCOME TO KINGSTON, JAMAICA!”

Chris leads everyone to the beach, where a delicious smell wafts through ... it's so good, it almost makes your mouth water! “See? I told you there was a reason Chef didn't serve you all breakfast today! Or lunch...I wanted everyone to be HUNGRY! Awww. Don’t give me that face, I didn't hire just anyone to make us food…everyone say hello to our guest star, DJ!” DJ is stirring a pot, the contents inside smelling absolutely divine. He adds a dash of his special spice with a smile. “Hey everyone! Long time no see!” He takes a taste test, content with his cooking. “Chris! It’s almost done!” “Awesome! Today’s challenge is an eating contest! But we aren't eating hotdogs or pie...we are eating DJ’s famous jerk chicken! And it's SPICY! This is an endurance test for your tastebuds!" “Wait a minute….I thought you said this was for the locals! No offense but this…this is too spicy for...um...C-Chris!” “They’ll be fiiiine! I've got milk for them! Uh…I think…uh…hm. Well, we had milk.” The mascots were supposed to wheel in the cart full of milk...uh… “....oops! Well, DJ, get to plating, and everyone else, sit down and get ready!” DJ scoops out a plate of jerk chicken, handing them out to each and everyone. He gives a soft, nervous smile and a tiny, “I’m sorry…” under his breath. "Be careful, don't eat it too fast. I don't want anyone getting a stomachache...." The jerk chicken smells amazing, but you can feel the heat radiating from it… “OK! Are you ready? Get set, GO!” ROUND ONE! Everyone passes with flying colors! ROUND TWO! RAJ, LIGHTNING AND ALEJANDRO COULDN'T TAKE THE HEAT! It's like a dice bot is against him or something. Alejandro freaking taps out. Lightning coughs out his food! "Man, that spice was rough!" Raj starts coughing. Ough. He pushes his plate towards Wayne. ROUND THREE! WAYNE, MK, AMY AND RIPPER ARE OUT! TOO HOT TO HANDLE! As Wayne kept eating Raj’s seconds…oh oh! It’s coming back out… Wayne spits out an actual fireball out of his mouth, dragon-style…he passes out with smoke emitting from his mouth and nostrils. coughs smoke…Did I win, Rajie? Amy's coughing so much. She's OUT. sorry alejandro </3 MK’s still eating and… Oh fuck turns out she had tastebuds the whole time. She practically snorts out smoke. Ripper's stomach gurgles dangerously, and a fart follows. Oh. THAT hurt. Another. That REALLY hurts. The plate in front of him is pushed forward. He freezes, a look of contemplation on his face. ROUND FOUR, FINAL ROUND! JO VS BRICK VS HAROLD! Brick tries to take a bite....he tries......he finally gives out! "Yeah, I'm here too," Harold sulks as he eats more freaking chickeng. There's a gurgling most unpleasant in his stomach. He fears there is not much time left for him. bathroom NOW

THE WINNER OF THE SPICY JERK CHICKEN CONTEST IS...JO!

Jo sneers at DJ, the plate empty in front of her. “That was supposed to be spicy? Give me a break.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------

ELIMINATION:

It was Brick who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. Brick marches up to the plank of shame, he turns around to look at them all. "Don't worry. This is a good thing for me. I am free from my torment. I was never very good at this game after all." His eyes land onto a certain individual.... "Be careful. Not everyone on this boat is who they say they are." Brick salutes one last time, and jumps off the plank! THANK YOU FOR PLAYING! HAVE A GOOD TRIP, SOLIDER! ------------------------------------------------------------------------

>The Sea Tails (Wayne, Raj, Ripper, Amy and Alejandro) celebrate Ripper's return with dinner at a sports bar. Wayne and Ripper share a gross fry kiss. Amy and Alejandro leave early. There's ketchup everywhere. >Ripper wins a live cassowary from the crane machine! It attacks him, makes Trent bald, and chases Raj. It attacks the door to the confessional he's hiding in and runs off of the ship. >Raj is freaked out because he's afraid of birds, which Lightning finds out about. Wayne tries to comfort Raj while Lightning helps Ripper in the med room. Wayne and Lightning go off to find the cassowary while Ripper and Raj stay in the cabin. >Ripper and Raj talk through trauma and try to comfort each other. They do a little counting thing together that Raj taught Ripper in order to calm each other. >Raj has a nightmare. Wayne and Lightning finally return after the cassowary is eaten by a shark and dies. Wayne, Raj, and Ripper throw fries into the ocean for fun and Raj refuses to sleep. >Lightning tells Amy and Alejandro about Raj’s fear of birds without knowing it was a secret. They throw Lightning under the bus to cover up the fact that Amy already knew. Raj gets upset with Lightning and ends their friendship. >Wayne almost reveals the bird secret to Harold. He has a panic attack and thinks that he disappointed Raj. Raj tries to comfort him. >Harold tries to see if his vampire cure potion works. Amy and Raj are there and so is Trent very briefly. It didn't appear to do anything. >Ripper and Wayne work out together, bake a cake together and plan a prank on Raj, running around to gather the things to pull it off. They also go grocery shopping together and Wayne gifts Ripper a little spinning top. >Alejandro and Raj finish a Lego set together! >Jo is in mourning after Brick's elimination. >DJ does improv therapy with Harold and Jo at his jerk chicken stand. He plans on meeting up with Harold after the game. Ripper visits at the same time Harold does and attempts to break his new record right there in the middle of their conversation. He does not succeed, but he does discuss cooking with DJ. >Ripper and Lightning share drinks at a bar. Ripper asks Lightning for an alliance, and he agrees to it. >Sierra is following the ship, and MK has a conversation with her. Sierra mentions that MK was dating Caleb in the past. They discuss shipping discourse. >Ripper also has a conversation with Sierra. He is loving all of the attention and talk about he and Wayne's relationship until she reveals she got information about him from his dying Nonna on the phone. She actually initiated the conversation using his real name. > Jo has a conversation with Sierra at a bar. Sierra learned information about Jo by calling her parents and paying them to give some to her. They discuss her time on Revenge and as well as her relationship with Brick, Courtney, and Scott. The mention of Brick makes her upset, but her mood returns very quickly after Sierra offers to make fun of people with her. >Harold and Amy go wig shopping. Harold also buys a stuffed puppy that he gifts to DJ. > Alejandro and Amy sit at a park together. Alejandro discusses a heavy conversation he had with Ripper at a bar in the Bahamas. It was a personal conversation and Ripper shared parts of it with her. Amy comforts Alejandro and they swap their phone and camera, two items they've been sharing.

#recap

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201xs · 1 year

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i love how they made dj fireball wear a pacifier necklace. it could just be a rave thing but it could also be an age regression thing

plus dj fireball megafootball baby pacifier slap finishing move from lets fight to the end. which is objectively dope.

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ur-fave-cyb3rth0t · 9 months

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hoarder

i am a hoarder

i take the bits and pieces of the people i love and store them away

you can leave me

but you can’t take the sound of your laughter out of my memories

you can’t untell me your favorite color

and i’ll never unsee that color in every sunset

you can leave me

but you cant untell me how black ice is your favorite freshener

you can leave me

but you can’t unask the prom dj to play fireball with me

you can leave me

but every memory and every little scrap is mine to keep

hoarded in my brain

where there’s no room to walk without stumbling over memories of the people who left

#poetry #sad post #passive aggressive poetry owns my heart #sad poetry #sadbeautifultragic #original post #original poetry #writers and poets #poetry?#art

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ben10ocfanfic · 11 months

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Tale of 10

Chapter 5

1. The four of them stared at the fireballs heading right for them. And being brave ,smart and, cunning individuals they decided to take action. By immediately running into the RV.

2"Jesse now's the Time to start the fucking truck!" DJ yelled. Everyone piled into the truck with DJ going last due to his fiery situation. The group barely had time to sit down.

3. Everyone was sporadic as Jesse slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The sudden movement of the vehicle causing the three boys to land on each other. This also caused Rick to yell out as he landed on DJ.

4."Fuck! Dude you burned my ass!"DJ then looked at his friend with a deadpan stare."I can't exactly unfire right now." Rick proceeded to shut up after DJs response.

5. With the boys finally getting to their seats the RV sped way past the illegal limit. The ride itself became bumpy as they finally made it back to the main road with the fireballs still in pursuit. Due to his own curiosity DJ open the window to look.

6."Oh shit." It was all DJ can say as he saw what was following. It seemed to be three machines the same color as the scrap he saw earlier with red lights flashing like eyes. The machine itself seemed to resemble a spinning top with some sort of slim claw like appendages coming off at the sides.

7. About now all the other boys had taken a look. none of them spoke a word. They weren't quite sure what they were seeing. At least not until the first laser was shot at them.

8. The beam fired from one of the claw like appendages of the lead robot. DJ was nearly hit with it whizzing past his face. The realization Hit The boys. These things were trying to kill them.

9. "Gringo you better hit the gas. These things are trying to make flambe out of us!"Josè screamed."what do you think im doing!" Jesse responded as his grip tightened on the wheel.

10. Soon more laser shots were being blasted towards the RV some of them causing holes in the roof. The boys quickly scurried trying to find cover with DJ being unsuccessful do to his slightly larger size.

11. With being unable to cover DJ looks back out the window. The robots weren't letting up. DJ wish he could do something but he didn't even know what he was.

12. "Hold out your hand Palm opened."DJ looked behind him he heard a voice. It's voice was raspy and quiet and definitely not one of his companions. he quickly gazed and made sure there wasn't a still way behind him yet all he saw where his friends taking cover.

13."Do it. if you wish to survive hold out your hand towards the robot! We do not have time to explain!" He looked behind back towards the window. He saw no one but as he was about to die ,he figured why not.

14. He did as he was told and held out his hand with his palm open."now curl the tips of your fingers like a claw!"the voice sounded more strand and raspy. It was as if the voice was struggling to speak. But DJ did as it told.

15. Upon making a claw like motion he noticed the burning hot plasma of his hand was creating a ball of fire. The molten hot plasma condensed right in his palm."now spread your fingers out an fire!"

16. Upon doing as he was told the ball in his hand flung towards the first robot. The fire engulfing and causing the machine to explode. Leaving nothing but a smoldering pile of molten metal crashing into the asphalt.

17. DJ looked at his hand stunned by what he had done. As he did the others looked at him their faces filled with awe. Dj couldn't help but smirk an joke."I guess that's why I yell heat blast."

18. Without a second thought he aimed his hand again and repeated the movements. Firing another blast towards the second robot. Once again the blast hit directly. The second bot exploding into pieces and covering the street in little bits of debree.

19. He then aimed at the last bot he saw and fired at it. Destroying it in one quick attack. He smiled and look back at everyone. They were all looking at him, even Jesse who was still driving."I got all three of them!"

18. Rick and Jose walked out high-fiving each other and Air high-fiving DJ. But Jesse just looked at them."weren't there four of them?"Jesse asked as everyone looked at him. Before another one of them could speak a crash was herd as it smashed through the windshield flying right past Jesse and cutting his cheek.

19. The the bot slammed right into the chest of Heat blast embedding it's blade into his Rocky chest. DJ desperately tried to pull the thing off but it kept slamming him into the floorboard."Fuck fuck!" DJ screamed as the pain of being slammed down intensified.

20. Jesse was quick slamming on the brakes as Rick and Jose desperately tryed to pry the robot off their freind."Move out of my way!" Jesse yelled as the sound of him cocking his shotgun was heard. He pointed it right at the robot's head blasting it to pieces. With a robot's head destroyed heatblast was finally able to toss the robot aside.

21. As DJ stood up he spat out a few bits of metal that flew into his mouth. The molten metal now burning a tiny hole into the floorboard."thanks Jess."DJ took a deep breath as he thanked his friend.

22. Jesse looked over him and the damage to the RV. He gave out a sigh as he knew that the damages were going to be a pain in the ass. But he was thankful no one was dead."don't mention it dude. I knew if our situations were reversed you do the same. Now let's get out of here and somewhere safe then we can deal with this whole situation."He gestured his hand twords DJ as he spoke.

23. "Sounds good to me. Oh did you guys hear a weird voice it really freaked me out?" DJ looked from face to face as he asked. Jesse was the only one to answer."only thing we heard was laser fire. But whatever's happing we'll deal with it once we get somewhere safe." And with that the boys headed out once more.

#ben 10 #fanfic #comedy #action #violence

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