#drunk writing

[thepathetickind]

tonight I felt drunk too, but no one came to kiss me like you did

by laurenmaerie, holding onto everything // drunk writings

[knbpoetry]

Glow ✨

[asimperingswannsong]

Arte’s Intruder

Part 2

Summary/Warnings/Notes: 😮‍💨 I don’t know; Tried to make a cottagecore moment for a walking red flag because said flag is Gwen shaped; lost the plot somewhere in the thicket; brain rotting fluff; mention of hunting for food; content still not designed for minors 18+ only; I was struggling with the thought of Jane wandering the wilderness forever; fixed it??? Do I hate it? Maybe I hate it.

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Jane was lifted gently from her slumber by the patter of rain on the tin roof of the cabin and the melodic humming and singing of the cabin's only other occupant. She stood in the adjoining kitchen at the sink doing the washing up. The softness of her voice was giving Jane a tingly sensation at the base of her skull and down the back of her neck.

She smelled the stew simmering on the stove and her stomach growled but she was too comfortable to care. She lay in a hand-hewn bed beneath handmade quilts and enjoyed the warm dance of the firelight on the pine board walls.

Turning her head, she took in the coziness of the cabin more fully. Flowers, herbs, and other potted plants dotted every shelf, every windowsill, and hung from the ceiling in pots. A profusion of geodes and crystals, some polished and some natural, complimented the lush greenery. Dozens of half melted candles adorned every surface and Jane wondered if they were homemade.

She noticed a few of the windowpanes had been replaced with stained glass featuring floral designs. The girl's daypack was sitting on the floor nearby in front of one of the dining chairs. Her sketchbook lay open on the seat of the chair with beautifully detailed pencil drawings of flowers, birds, and other wildlife she'd encountered in the forest.

Jane was amazed by the Waldenesque tranquility the girl had created around herself while she and the rest of the world had been busy engaging in a guerilla style warfare for the past several years. She'd been so hell bent on clawing out an existence for herself within the confines of the new order of things she'd never actually stopped to consider if any alternatives may exist.

Now she was laying here wrapped in warmth and comfort without any immediate need to fight tooth and nail to maintain her position and she felt content. She sighed apparently a little too loudly. The girl's singing stopped, and she turned throwing the dish towel over her shoulder and walking over to the bed.

"You're awake?" Jane blinked sleepily up at her. "I was enjoying your singing." The girl smiled down at her. "Well, that's probably for the best. I've developed a habit of doing it a lot when I'm at home." "You'll hear no complaints from me." "Are you in pain?" Jane remembered her injured knee and realized the girl had propped it up on a stack of pillows beneath the quilts.

She made an attempt to wiggle it slightly and a sharp pain shot up into her hip. She winced. "Not as long as I don't move it." "You need more pain medicine, but you should eat first. Let me help you."

She climbed onto the bed on her knees and the top of her dress draped down revealing her cleavage. Jane looked away quickly as the girl helped her sit up and placed pillows behind her back. "So, you're not under eighteen anymore, are you?" she asked while studiously observing an Amythest geode on the dresser at the foot of the bed.

The girl stopped and looked at her. "I mean you have orange abilities buy you don't look like a child, and it was just children." "It was when this started. Children don't stay children forever though." Jane nodded. "Not under eighteen then." "Definitely not." "Definitely not?" "I was seventeen when it began." "Definitely not then." "And you?" "Also, not a child." The girl laughed. "Yeah, no shit." "Hey!"

"Well how old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know like forty?" Jane made a false noise of outrage. "That's rude. Close to accurate, but still rude." She laughed again, "All I mean is, I wasn't going to confuse you for being a child...not by a long shot." Jane glared at her. "The last part wasn't fully necessary...is it just you?"

The girl gave her a suspicious look. "I'm not gathering intel, I promise. I'm just making conversation," she reached out and placed her hand over hers. The girl blushed and pulled her hand away. "It's just me now," she said standing.

With Jane propped up in the bed, she returned to the kitchen and dished a bowl of stew bringing it back to her on a tray. When she smelled it sitting in front of her she realized how hungry she actually was and started to devour it. "Mm, it's really good," she said with a mouthful.

The girl stood watching her with a slight smile on her face. "Thank you." "What kind?" "It's rabbit. I snared it." "Really good." The girl brought her a glass of water and two pain pills. "Thank you."

She dished herself a bowl and returned sitting on the edge of the bed next to her instead of at the table. "My name's Jane by the way." "Artemis. Or just Arte." "Are cotton dresses the best attire for rustic homesteading alone in a forest?" "I have bolts of fabric and patterns for my dresses. It reduces the number of high-risk trips I need to take into shopping malls or city centers for resources. With my muck boots, they serve my purposes fine. In the cold months, I add leggings and a coat."

"I suppose you have a point. It does seem to be working fine for you." "Do you want me to make you one?" "Uh, no. Thank you." Arte laughed. "I still have my dad's old things. I may be able to find you a pair of jeans. They might be a little baggy." "Baggy I can deal with. Jeans sound nice."

"So." "Hm?" "Why were you skip tracing? I can't ever imagine doing that." Jane sighed, "Well, everything went to shit, and the military took over. Suddenly all of the manufacturing and truck driving jobs I'd worked in the past were taken over too. I could sign up with the military and maybe luck out with a transport job but more than likely I'd end up on guard duty in a compound. So, I opted for...independent contracting. It let me work on my own without a military man breathing down my neck all the time. And it paid well."

"It seemed like the best option at the time." "Do you ever regret it?" "What do you mean?" "All the kids you captured. Do you not ever feel any...empathy or remorse?" "I hate to break this to you but outside of your little forest retreat there's not a lot of empathy to be found in the post apocalypse." "That's sad." "It's reality."

They finished their meal in silence. Arte gathered their dishes and washed them in the sink. She returned and sat back down on the bed. "The rain has stopped. Do you want me to draw you a bath outside? I have a wood heated tub." "That sounds nice. Yeah."

Arte took Jane by the waist, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and helping her hobble outside onto the back deck of the cabin. There was a corrugated metal livestock tub filled with steaming water behind wood and metal privacy panels.

She averted her gaze as Jane lifted her shirt up and off. As she unclasped and removed her bra, she realized how exhausted she was. Her whole body ached, and she couldn't remember feeling this tired before. She stood with all her weight on her good leg, but her bad knee was still sending shooting pain up and down her other leg. She was moving slowly and becoming frustrated. She sat on the edge of the tub unable to continue.

Arte noticed her running out of steam mid-way through undressing. "Do you need help?" she asked hesitantly. "Please? I'm so tired." Arte walked over to her, coaxing her to stand and put her hands on her shoulders for support.

Arte was trying not to stare at her milky white breasts or the soft pink nipples adorning them. She was definitely not feeling a warmth in her belly from the proximity to them and she certainly wasn't admiring the curve of her hips and she moved to try and help the woman finish undressing. That would be inappropriate.

She undid the button and the zipper of Jane's jeans and pulled them down a little off of her hips. She tried very very hard not to study the expanse of her ass or the lace panties she revealed. She urged her to sit back down on the tub and she knelt working the jeans down and off of her legs while trying not to hurt her injured knee.

She stood and helped Jane back up. Jane wrapped her arms around her neck, and they stood close to one another. It felt incredibly intimate, and Arte felt the moment lengthening before she remembered she'd meant to remove her panties. She reached out placing her palms gently on either hip.

She noticed Jane's lips part at the contact as she slowly moved her hands down rolling the lace panties down until they fell loose to the ground. Jane was now fully nude as they stood inches apart from one another.

Arte had never experienced this level of contact with a person, and she realized she found the woman attractive, very attractive. After a long moment of regarding one another, Arte seemed to snap out of the haze she was in, and she wrapped an arm around Jane's back moving her back and into the tub. She held onto her as she lowered herself into the water.

She left her to soak and to bath. When she returned, she found the woman applying shampoo to her hair. "Do you want help?" Jane turned to look at her. "That would be nice. Thanks." Arte knelt behind her and massaged the shampoo into her hair. She kneaded her scalp gently and Jane leaned into the contact with her eyes closed.

Arte used the cup she kept nearby to pour water over her hair washing it out. She ran her hands through it as she continued to rinse it to make sure she removed all of the soap. When she finished, she asked, "Do you want me to do your back?" She squeezed the sponge.

"Mm, please." Art wetted her hands and applied soap before rubbing it along Jane's back. Jane leaned forward and rested her cheek on her uninjured knee as Arte used the sponge to gently exfoliate her skin. Eventually she used the cup again to rinse the soap from her body.

"Finished?" Arte noticed the water had begun to cool. "Mmhmm." She stood to the side of the tub and held open a towel as she helped Jane up and out of the tub into it. She wrapped her up and used a second towel to pat her dry before wrapping it around her hair. She led her inside where she exchanged the towel for a robe and helped Jane back into bed.

"Feeling better?" she asked as she laid down next to her on the bed. "Much better. Thank you for helping me." The girl turned and smiled at her. Jane reached out and ran her thumb along her lower lip. "I would have died without you," she whispered. They stared at one another for a long time before Jane moved closer and kissed her gently.

Arte returned the kiss and when they parted Jane asked, "Was that okay?" Arte nodded before turning and moving in close to her. Jane rolled over on her back and Arte moved up and over her, dipping down to kiss her a second time.

Jane wrapped her up in her arms and they lay together making out in the candlelight.

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

Ah yes, allow me to get drunk to hallucinate & daydream of fake scenarios to write about.

[daydreamgoddess14]

[starchaserdreams]

I went to the cider tasting room (cidery?) to write some microfics and I wrote four but I'm also suuuuuuper intoxicated now so lol at thinking about what they'll look like in the morning 💀

Anyway, working on the fifth one now 💀💀💀

[akitachan0422]

Dolores’ Last Days

Love is

My grandmother asking me if I want anything

to eat even though I feel that breathing air is contraband.

Love is

My mother and aunts and uncles

Whispering and having hushed conversations

Away from their grown children

Debating on care for mom and dad.

Love is

My great grandfather enduring

My great grandmother’s anxiety

and nervous breakdowns

Silently and stalwartly

Giving nothing but love and solid steady ground

For his grandchildren to stand on

Love is

Relatives saying we know better now,

She was so depressed,

Oh wow-so many children in a starvation age

All she wanted for them was a better stage

We have the words now

The tools, the terms, and tutelage

How could you end up just as sick?

They didn’t have the terms

No one knew back then

Better to just shut them in

But I won’t be Dolores

In my last days,

I’ll honor them and us,

Even put myself on a bus

End up in Switzerland

To say a fond farewell

And I guess I don’t know,

If I’ll say hello or goodbye,

But I know I’ll at least try

Not to stay and dwell.

[xanotherlostsoulx]

Great drunk idea! Write a fic inspired by another fic you find incredibly funny (Cotton Candy) taking the piss out of yourself, fanfiction in general and Light and L. Brilliant. Keep your eyes peeled for that hot mess 🤣🤣🤣

[eightfifteen]

something about Will and Mike never having minded sharing each other before, welcoming Lucas and Dustin into the party, but suddenly being much more covetous of each other's attention

[topperscumslut]

so apparently i wrote drunk, mid-sexting “poetry” at 2am last night

[imawhorewhoradiateschaos]

Even the wicked can be wholesome

[asimperingswannsong]

The Silent Type

Jan Stevens (Flux Gourmet) / Deslys (OFC)

Smut NSFW 18+ Dubious Consent Strap Oral Anal IDK all the things

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Jan was beyond annoyed. Every group had its own set of challenges, but in her years with the institute she’d learned that persistence was a valuable tool. If you reiterate your points enough eventually you can erode most stones to a smoother shinier look; not this time though. Deslys was proving to be much harder than Jan had anticipated.

Deslys was a silent performer in the current trio. She’d started as a street performer with Manuel. He sang and she danced. They performed a magic act together. Eventually they toured with a company doing stage work before Pilcher recruited the pair for their gastronomy show.

Deslys had potential. She was a striking figure with dark blonde hair cut short and laid close against her head in scalloped bands. A black velvet headband with tulle and crystal accent across the middle. Her face had a cherubic quality, full cheeks and plump lips, bright red lipstick set again her pale complexion. The smoky eye and full black lashes accented her amber eyes flecked with gold. She had a very feminine flapper sort of look that contrasted with her choice of masculine tuxedo (although it was cut perfectly to show off her curves).

She did draw attention in with the intensity of her performance paired with her absolute silence, but Jan felt she took it way too far.

During performances she held herself fully removed; operating sound equipment and always remaining pristine in her evening wear. The other two members of the trio fully immersed themselves in their chosen medium; touching, eating, drinking, and covering themselves in food and beverages. That alone annoyed Jan, causing her to glare at Deslys from her position at the back of the audience.

She would continue with her angry looks until Deslys redirected her attention to Jan. Anytime she made eye contact in return, Jan would falter and immediately look away. Deslys’ gaze was inscrutable; it held no obvious hint of anger, discomfort, curiosity, or anything else Jan could identify.

Deslys angered Jan further at the after show orgies; once again she was removed from the proceedings and still entirely silent. She’d sit in an wingback chair with that same emotionless gaze and watch the other two performers writhing on the floor in a bacchanalian frenzy. A few times an audience member would attempt to draw her in. If they caressed or kissed her Deslys would allow the contact without any response but if they made a move to unbutton or remove an item of clothing she would gently raise a hand to stop them.

Jan fumed over it. This was their audience. A silent performance during the show was one thing, but there was absolutely no reason to continue the ruse beyond that point. Jan felt strongly they the performers should be expressive with their gratitude toward the people who’d come to watch; that had been the whole purpose behind the orgies to begin with; and Deslys sat there refusing to participate or even speak to their fans; it was insulting.

Jan had addressed this several times during their weekly meetings, but Manuel and Pilcher had been dismissive of her concerns simply stating that she was a silent performer. Deslys wouldn’t even speak during their team meetings. When Jan realized that she’d also refused to speak to the journalist when he’d attempted to interview her that was the final straw for Jan.

At the next team meeting, Jan informed the group that it would be Deslys’ turn to provide them with an after dinner speech this evening. When Manuel started to object, Jan cut him off and reiterated that Deslys would be expected to speak this evening. When she looked at Deslys, she had to immediately avert her gaze; that unsettling look that made Jan feel like she was falling. She detested it.

Dinner arrived and Jan cordially invited Deslys to stand for her speech in the most sickly sweet honey voice she could manage. “We very much look forward to hearing your own perspective, especially my journalist, who I hear was unsuccessful earlier.” Deslys did stand, but she simply looked at the wall opposite her, saying nothing. Her fellow performers continued their dinner.

Silence settled on the room and Jan could feel her blood pressure rising. “Anytime dear,” she said through gritted teeth. She noticed she’d gripped the table corner and her knuckles were turning white from pressure. Finally, Manuel cleared his throat, “Deslys prefers to perform in sil…” “Not you,” Jan hissed, “This is Deslys’ after dinner speech. We would like to hear directly from Deslys.” “Yes, as I was saying, Deslys prefers silence as a…” “No!” Jan slammed her fists down on the table causing the plates and stemware to rattle. “This is not a performance. This is dinner! There is no reason she cannot speak for herself.”

“We are here at the institute to work,” now it was Pilcher’s turn to intercede, “She maintains her performance persona while we work, and consequently she will remain silent in your presence as well as the presence of your journalist.” “This is absurd!” Jan once again slammed her fists down. She stood and approached Deslys, standing less than an inch from the side of Deslys’ head before continuing, “The way she refuses to immerse herself in the medium, refuses to express her perspective at any point, and brushes aside the audience is insulting! She is a hindrance to your team. I’ll admit that silence can be an effective way of drawing attention in but it must be tempered properly. As is, she is just dead weight to the group! You could be better served with someone else.”

Deslys stood seemingly content while Jan had conducted this tirade right next to the side of her head; she’d spoken about her as if she wasn’t even present. But now she turned her head toward Jan, she’d moved so close during her vitriol that their faces nearly met as Deslys turned toward her. Jan retreated immediately, turning back to take her seat.

Pilcher continued calmly, “We have listened to your concerns about Deslys’ performance, but we as a group, are pleased with her work and with her manner of contribution.” Deslys calmly retook her seat as the aged doctor chimed in with some seemingly unrelated insight that he somehow managed to tie in to the ancient Greeks. Dinner continued as Jan stewed silently in her seat.

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Deslys crept noiselessly across the room to where Jan slept in a profusion of pinks; pink bedding, pink upholstered headboard, pink silk head scarf, pink silk nightgown (long sleeved with ruffles at the ends), pink walls, pink lamp on the nightstand. She slept in her makeup; garish red lip and a smoky eye that had gotten criminally out of control fully consuming the entirety of her eyelids. Deslys found her a little bit ridiculous and a little bit hypocritical; sleeping all alone in this sprawling mansion while the other members of the institute boarded together in a single room.

She gently grabbed the chain she’d connected underneath to the bed frame when Jan was in her atelier earlier. She placed Jan’s wrists gently on top of the connected cuffs. In one fast motion she closed the cuffs around her. Jan startled awake. She found Deslys leaning over her placidly regarding her with one hand still placed gently on top of her newly restrained arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re…” Jan was cut off by Deslys placing a hand around her throat and slowly applying pressure. Jan stilled and became silent waiting to see what Deslys’ intentions were; revenge for her censure?

Deslys pulled the duvet down from Jan’s upper body. She caressed Jan’s chest with the palm of her hand; locating the nipple of her left breast, she pressed the silk gown taut over it using her thumb and forefinger. She used her other hand to tease the nipple until it hardened; she bent down and placed open mouth kisses to it over the fabric causing Jan to gasp.

She continued kissing, licking, and lightly grazing her teeth over the clothed nipple and Jan began to gently roll her hips underneath the covers. She felt warmth pooling in her core. Deslys had been gentle in her ministrations but she suddenly stopped, lifted her head, grabbed two fistfuls of the fabric of Jan’s gown and violently tore open the buttons on the top. She pressed her lips harshly to Jan’s and stopped the noise that she’d begun to make; a moan? a protest?

She continued to kiss her as she explored her newly exposed breasts with her hands. Jan returned the kiss and opened to allow Deslys to explore deeper as Deslys gently pinched the nipple of Jan’s right breast. Jan began bucking her hips into the air more forcefully. Deslys ran her hand down along Jan’s ribs, down over her belly, and further down over to the side locating her hip bone and gently pressing down pining her hips down onto the mattress and causing Jan to still.

Deslys broke the kiss and leaned back pulling the covers further down off of Jan. As she leaned down Jan noticed she was wearing a strap. Deslys climbed between Jan’s legs and bent back down to resume the kiss as she pulled the bottom of Jan’s nightgown up over her belly. She ran her hands over the bare flesh there as she kissed down Jan’s face to her neck. She ran her hand down and over Jan’s pink silk and lace underwear finding the wet spot that had formed in the front.

Deslys sucked a mark onto Jan’s clavicle before continuing to work her way down leaving open mouthed kisses along her chest. She dipped her fingers into Jan’s panties and parted her slit as she sucked her left nipple into her mouth. Jan groaned as Deslys circled her clit gently with her fingertips. Jan felt herself getting wetter.

Deslys pulled back again and Jan moaned in frustration bucking her hips back up. Deslys slipped her fingers under the sides of Jan’s underwear and pulled them down and off. Jan watched in confusion as Deslys removed lube from her pocket and began applying it to the length of the strap. Jan thought it was a pointless task she was already wet but the sight of her applying it caused Jan’s mouth to water.

Deslys pressed the tip to Jan’s entrance and without warning she shoved the full length in at once. Jan threw her head back thrashing from side to side as Deslys gripped both of her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. Jan felt a burning sensation at being stretched so much so quickly even with the lube but it was followed almost immediately by waves of pleasure making the pain almost enjoyable. She felt Deslys suck hard a her nipple again and she reached above her head looking for something to grab onto. Finding nothing she wrapped the chain the cuffs were attached to around her hands a few times and held on as Deslys continued to fuck her at a bruising pace.

When she felt Deslys’ fingers on her clit again Jan felt she was going to cum. She was so close. It felt so good. But Deslys abruptly stopped pulling completely out of her and leaning back again. “No, no! Please! I’m so close. Please!” Deslys removed her bow tie, balled it up and shoved it into Jan’s mouth. She grabbed her by the hips and pushed her to roll over. Jan complied and Deslys pulled her up onto her knees, grabbing two pillows from the head of the bed and placing them under Jan’s belly. She pressed on her lower back pushing her down and causing her to arch with her belly pressing in the pillows.

Deslys re-entered Jan from the back, this time she was slower and more gently. Her grip on her hips was more gentle also as she languidly fucked her. The new angle was causing the tip of the strap to hit the small spongy space inside of her that sent electric currents through her body. She felt Deslys spit onto her asshole and rub the spit with the tip of her index finger.

“Ungh!” Jan was trying to protest but it came out muffled with the bow tie still in her mouth. She felt more of the lube on her ass and then Deslys dipped her index finger inside. “Ughh!” Jan had never been fucked anally before. Deslys pressed further in and began curling her finger inside as she continued to fuck her cunt slowly.

Jan felt Deslys press a second finger against her entrance and then press inside. She curled them inside of her and then scissored them opening the ring of muscle further. Jan buried her face into the pillow in front of her no longer caring whether she smeared her makeup. She moaned at the sensation of being fucked in both holes.

When Deslys felt Jan was relaxed enough she pulled a plug out of her jacket and shoved it into her ass stretching her open even more. She started to fuck her cunt faster and deeper while she reached up squeezing one of her breasts and placing two fingers of her other hand into her mouth. She pressed down on the fabric and her tongue holding her mouth open. Jan felt penetrated from all sides. She felt herself starting to drool.

Jan’s eyes rolled back in head as she felt her orgasm building again. Deslys released her breast and started to apply pressure to Jan’s clit again. That was all it took for Jan’s brain to short out as she came clenching down hard on the strap. She felt slick running down onto her thighs as she collapsed fully into the bed.

Deslys wasn’t quite finished with her yet. She laid down at the bottom of the bed and pushed Jan’s legs back up and open as Jan tried to recover and catch her breath. She reached up underneath her and pushed the pillows out from under her belly before crawling up the mattress and underneath her open legs. She pushed Jan into as sitting position with her ass resting in Deslys’ chest. She pushed the nightgown back up and reached up to place kisses on Jan’s bare belly. Jan felt boneless from force of her orgasm.

Deslys reached up and removed the bow tie from her mouth while continuing to kiss her lower belly and thighs. She brought a hand cuff key up and unlocked the cuffs allowing Jan to sit up more fully onto her chest. She brought her wrists down and placed kisses on them where the cuffs had been. Jan was enjoying the gentleness.

Her mouth fell open slightly as she watched Deslys caress and kiss every bit of her skin that she could reach. It felt nice. Jan gently rolled her hips down grinding her bare cunt on Deslys’ chest and enjoying the sensation. Deslys looked up, making eye contact with Jan and rubbing her hands along Jan’s thighs as she repeated the motion. Deslys looked at her mouth hanging slack and reached down onto the bed, picking up the strap she’d removed.

She brought the cock up to Jan’s mouth and gently pressed encouraging her to take it inside. It was still coated from top to bottom with Jan’s cum and she tasted it on her tongue as she opened to allow it in. Deslys pressed it further into Jan’s mouth as she licked her tongue into Jan’s slit, causing Jan to moan around the cock.

She wrapped an arm over Jan’s leg and pressed her forward so she could lick all along her entrance collecting as much of her juices on her tongue as possible. At the same time she pressed the cock all the way to the back of Jan’s mouth. She gagged but Deslys forced her to keep it there until her gagging turned into her trying to moan around the dick in her mouth.

She reached up and placed Jan’s hands around the cock encouraging her to fuck her own mouth with it. She pulled gently at her hair to get her to throw her head back and then she pressed on her hands getting her to swallow more of the cock. Eventually she coaxed her into swallowing the whole length of it.

Deslys then continued her assault on Jan’s cunt, pressing her tongue against the ring of muscle at her entrance and then pressing inside her. Licking and fucking her on her tongue. Jan was drooling down both sides of her mouth now as she felt Deslys’ tongue inside her. Deslys pinched one of her nipples with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. That was all it took for Jan to cum a second time. Her throat contracted around the cock as her cunt clenched down in Deslys tongue and her whole body shook as she came directly into Deslys’ mouth. Deslys sucked, licked, and swallowed greedily underneath her. Finally Deslys reached up pulling the cock out of Jan’s throat leaving a trail of spit after it before Jan collapsed a second time rolling off of Deslys and onto her back.

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Jan lay spent on the bed; the covers a mess around her, her makeup smeared to look like a clown from a horror film, her gown still hiked up over her belly, one of her breast exposed where Deslys had ripped the buttons from the top, her legs lay open and her wet cunt felt cold against the air in the room. Deslys placed a hand underneath her and removed the plug from her ass while placing a kiss on her belly. She then pulled the gown down to cover Jan’s cunt and reached up placing a quick kiss on her lips before backing off the bed and standing.

Jan set up immediately. “Please don’t go,” she begged sounding afraid. Deslys looked at her confused before bending down and gently caressing Jan’s cheek. She kissed her a second time and gestures toward the bathroom. “Oh, okay. I thought you were leaving me.” Deslys shook her head no and went into the bathroom.

Jan heard her running water in the bath. Deslys returned holding her hand out to Jan. Jan took it and slid off the bed. Deslys reached down and gathered the torn gown in her hands lifting it and prompting Jan to remove it over her head. Deslys bent down and placed a kiss on her bare belly before stepping behind Jan, wrapping her arms around her belly, and leading her into the bath.

Once Jan was submerged in the water Deslys sat down on the side of the tub with makeup removal wipes. She gently removed Jan’s eye make up and lipstick before placing kisses on her newly makeup free light pink lips. She left and returned with a cup a camomile tea. She placed a towel and bathrobe next to the tub and left to allow Jan to soak in peace.

She returned later to help Jan from the tub and to wrap her in the towel. She helped her dry off before holding the robe open for her. She led her back into the bedroom.

Jan turned and placed her hands on Deslys’ jacket. “May I unbutton it?” Deslys nodded yes. Jan unbuttoned and removed her jacket, her waist coat and braces. She untucked the shirt and opened her trousers. Deslys slipped them down her legs before stepping out of them. Jan opened buttons and the top and bottom of Deslys’ shirt before Deslys stopped her by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed. She opened the covers for Jan to slip underneath before joining her there.

Deslys pulled Jan against her and Jan slipped her leg over Deslys’ and buried her face into the crook of her neck. As she drifted off to sleep with Deslys rubbing her back she realized she still hadn’t heard Deslys speak.

[lone-pylon]

I need a comfort that came from before

I need windows that are too tall for me and I need someone to lift me up so I can see the tigers past the railing

I need cheap plastic toys and museum gift shops and the smell of popcorn drifting through the air cast in a neon glow

I need walks that seem too long and naps in the car and I need someone to hold my hand when the dinosaur exhibit is too scary

I need sticky railings and unwound tapes and rubber animals in plastic bags

I need dreams that last longer than they are and I need Saturdays and fruit juice

I need mom and dad to fight again and I need Pokemon games past bedtime and fruit rollups in my lunch box

I need me when me was young

I need a time that feels like a hug

I need memory to come back to me

[greenvertumna]

If you asked him, Detective Gavin Reed would say he’d well earned the next twenty-four hours of blissful peace-and-quiet he planned to spend sequestered in his apartment until his next shift. It was pushing 11pm, he’d spent the last three hours staring at a terminal screen, and he had a backlog of about ten shows he wanted to catch up on at home. He was going to eat, shower, and fall asleep in front of his TV if it was the last thing he did.

He’d just pulled up in front of a 24-hour convenience store on his way home when the call came in on the scanner. Noise complaint. Originating from the park a block over from his place. He knew it. Had been invited to a few late-night get togethers there, himself. Knew the kind of people who were likely involved.

There was no reason to get himself involved. This was something for the bottom-of-the-totem-pole late-shift rookies to handle. God knows he’d done his fair share of obnoxious milk runs in his time. Except.

Except that he knew his neighbors. Blue collar, dispossessed, and who only held cops about two steps above androids in esteem. If alcohol was flowing, and it would be, they’d be loud and rowdy and these days, itching for a fight.

It wasn’t Gavin’s business. He’d earned this night off. He barely liked his neighbors.

Huffing through his nose, he reached for his police scanner and told the dispatcher he’d check it out.

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Based on the complaint (a noise complaint, remember?), Gavin had rolled up expecting thumping music and a giant crowd of bodies. Instead what he could see from his car were about ten individuals, all chatting and laughing loudly enough that their noise echoed from the tall buildings that corralled them on all sides.

When he slammed his car door shut behind him, it echoed just the same.

There were three people crowding a bench at the edge of the park, and one recognized Gavin just as Gavin recognized him.

“Detective Reed!” his neighbor—Terrence, Gavin thought he was called. Or Terry maybe—called to him. “What brings you here?”

“You know damn fucking well what brings me,” Gavin answered, strolling up casually. He’d come to avoid conflict, but he wanted to get this shit done as fast as he could. “DPD has had noise complaints for this little party you’re having,” he informed Terry. “Time to wrap it up.”

Terry tilted his head back in a laugh. “Fuck ‘em!” he declared boldly. “C’mon man, it’s Saturday night!”

Gavin turned his attention to the larger group of partiers, farther away from the street. They were gathered in a knot of activity, bustling around each other, cheering as if they were watching a football game. Something niggled at Gavin’s awareness.

“What’s that?” Gavin asked, stepping towards them.

Terry and his group groaned and made various noises of protest. “Let them have their fun while they can,” one of Terry’s friends suggested, sucking on a cigarette. “Might be their last chance to let loose.”

As Gavin approached, he realized what he was seeing. Six or seven people, surrounding a figure lying prone in the grass of the park. Gavin could make out a slim male figure before the group began kicking at it again.

“Hey! Hey!” Gavin yelled, cutting through the group like an arrow. He grasped at the figure they were laying into, managing to grab a handful of silky fabric and heavily heaved the man to his feet. He saw two well-dressed feet, though one was twisted backwards in horrifying injury. The crowd around him booed as he pushed their victim up against a nearby tree trunk to keep him upright.

It was then that Gavin realized. He wasn’t man-handling some poor victim of an assault, but a being of plastic and programming. The spinning red LED belied the bedraggled figure. It was an android, heavy in Gavin’s hold.

Not just any android, Gavin realized, as he got a better look at the thing. It was Connor. Anderson’s plastic pet.

Gavin blinked at it in disbelief. He had seen this thing in action by now, and he knew there was no reason that a drunken group of humans would have been able to overpower it. There was no reason for it to be hanging heavily between Gavin and the bare bark of a tree, its head dangling weakly like some mere mortal. It must have allowed itself to be brought here, though Gavin couldn’t imagine why.

“Jesus,” Gavin mumbled at the android, supporting it back against the bare tree of the park. Terrence, or Terry, or whoever was still chattering in his ear, a bunch of insensate nonsense.

Gavin sized the android up critically. One of its legs was twisted around, its foot faced the wrong direction. Its clothes were a mess, which was unlike it—Gavin had noticed it preferred to look put together—and several fingers on each hand were bent out of shape. Its face was bleeding plastic white through the illusion of skin, underneath the blue stain of Thirium. One of its eyes had formed an electric blue cataract, and hell if Gavin knew what the fuck that meant. This highly specialized android prototype was meant to be cutting edge in both investigation and combat, and for some reason it had allowed a group of drunken humans to beat it within an inch of its life. Had made Gavin responsible for keeping it alive now.

“You stupid fuck,” Gavin growled absently as he looked at it, still holding the android up with one hand. And the android, mindless of its mangled fingers, reached one hand up to clasp weakly at Gavin’s wrist. It looked up at Gavin, warm brown eyes from beneath a fall of limp brown hair.

Gavin had never cared for androids. Give ‘em all a bullet in the head, as far as he was concerned. But he’d never understood the people that liked torturing them. That liked pulling them apart the way psychopaths did with their sister’s Barbies, before finally turning their torture to puppies and kittens and other things that couldn’t fight back. Maybe that was the feeling he had in his chest as he looked at Connor now.

“Alright,” Gavin said loudly, feeling a million miles away. “Clear everyone out, before I have to call this in.”

Terry guffawed in his ear, as if this was the funniest thing he’d heard in his life. Fucking drunks.

Gavin turned to him, eyes narrowed. “Did you hear me? I said get these motherfuckers out of here! Do you want to spend the night in handcuffs?”

Terry gaped, but one of his companions picked up the slack. “For what?” she asked. “We didn’t do nothin’. They’re just…things! We didn’t do nothing they didn’t deserve!”

Gavin narrowed his glare on her. “This thing is property of the Detroit Police, dipshit. So do as I say, and get everyone out of here.”

For a moment they stared at each other. Then, wide-eyed, but with a curt, terrified nod, the woman turned away from him and started rounding up her friends. This included Terry, luckily enough.

Gavin turned his attention back to Connor. “Fuck,” he grumbled. So much for a quiet night, it wasn’t like he could leave the thing like this. “Can you walk?” Gavin asked it urgently. It was still leaning against him with an enormous amount of weight. He glanced back at his car, before maneuvering himself under the android's arm and taking most of its weight on his shoulders. “Fuck,” he repeated under the strain, “come on, you waste of space.” He elbowed Connor into motion, and together, the two of them began a shambling stagger in the direction of Gavin’s car.

[the-alice-of-hearts]

For @boldlyanxious

"You were runing" Jason smirked staring at marinette.

"you were chasing me!" She snarled back

"Now I've caught you." Jason laughed and ran a hand through her hair.

"That's not how it works.' She glared

"Of course it it." He leaned in to kiss her.

Marinette leaned forward and kissed him back. 'Ueah, okay, I guess"

[ankhmutes]

Catfish Charlie’s shitty drunk fic

I’m drinking a nice big-ass beer and of course, the urge to write hits. So... Abe/Merle. Not a pairing, but amazing teamwork from these boys. Daryl and Rick are there... and whoever else I think fits. (Fuck, and now that I type this out, I do THINK of Abe/Merle. what?! has anyone written this?) Rickyl if you squint and care.

Merle and Daryl were finishing up a pitcher of beer, Rick trying to finish his hamburger, and Abraham was staring down at his plate of nachos. It had been a long day, and the recent news they had received from Hershel had made the day even bleaker. Everyone was beyond pissed.

“That prick.”  Abe scowled, munching on the nachos.

“We oughta teach ‘im.”

“I’ve got an idea.” Merle said after a moment, his eyes landing on Rick’s badge. Rick’s blue eyes followed Merle’s, and subtly removed his badge, and tilted his head. Merle continued. “Dare n’ me are gonna go fishin’.”

“Huh?” Daryl turned his head to his brother, blinking a moment in confusion as the words penetrated his sulk. After a few long moments, his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh... yes. we’re goin’ fishin’. Gotta get some bait an’ all.” Daryl nodded as Abraham moved his head up slightly, blinking in confusion. “We just gotta get the right bait.” Daryl and Merle explained the situation to Rick and Abraham, who both sat up and shared identical looks of skepticism, and guarded interest.

“Are you sure You an’ Shane will get the call?” Abraham asked, leaning against his battered old jeep, waiting for the rest of the crew to arrive on-site.

“I’m pretty sure. I made sure Carol or Maggie would give us the call. I just gotta drop off some cookies for Negan. Carol insisted.” Rick said with a nod as Merle got out of the beat up blue pickup, followed by Daryl, who went to take out a large pail out of the truck bed, along with a cooler. It looked like any other work day for Dixon Bros. to any observer. Rick leaned over to kiss Daryl on the cheek, and sauntered off to the police station down the street, whistling ‘pop goes the weasel’. “

Inside was a different story.

“Hand me that bucket, Abe, hold ya breath.” Merle said with a grunt, tying a kerchief around his lower face, having doused it in colgone and rubbed Vick’s up his nose, and he still could smell Charlie.

Catfish Charlie.

Abraham grunted, putting the bucket on the top of the stairs, and turning just enough to hurl into Negan’s trash can. Daryl grunted from his corner, his own kerchief pulled up so far, only his blue eyes could be seen in the dark corner. “It’s not enough he stiffs us on this job, he hadta go an’ hurt the ol’ farmer.” Abraham wiped the back of his mouth.

“Charlie’s too good for this prick.” Daryl said from his corner, leaning on a sledgehammer, and checking the battered smartphone. “Check jus’ cleared.”

“Alright, now we can go.” Merle said with a chuckle, having spread a thick viscious layer of catfish charlie on every hidden nook and cranny in Philip’s office, including the duct openings.

Negan would have a surprise, once he came back to his used car dealership. Having sent everyone out for a christmas party, Negan had refused to pay Dixon Brothers Construction for their hard work, claiming that their work was substandard and shoddy, and had claimed theft, having Glenn arrested.

Everyone else knew the truth. Negan was cheating on his wife, who was undergoing chemotherapy, and he had been trying to take advantage of various women in the town, the most recent victim everyone’s favorite, Connie, the newest teacher over at the school, with Mr. Luke.

Connie was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Hershel, furious that someone had tried to touch one of his daughter’s friends, much less talk to her in a way that a lady shouldn’t be talked to, made a phone call to Rick Grimes. Everyone knew Rick, Rick was the lover-boy of Daryl Dixon. In turn, Daryl’s brother was Merle Dixon.

A Fixer.

Someone who got shit done.

And shit just got done, thought Abraham with mild admiration and fear as Merle loaded up his truck, making sure the work site was absolutely clear of any debris, any trace of their presence. Merle then moved slowly, eyeing the car dealership.

“C’mere.. gimme the pee.” Daryl moved carefully, handing Merle a small container. Abraham wandered over to his car, spreading bird seed as far as he could, along each corner of the dealership. Between the bird seed, and cat urine, and the catfish charlie... Negan would be in for a shitshow. And that was going to be literal.

After a long holiday weekend, phones all over Alexandria buzzed, dinged, rang, and beeped. Negan’s car dealership had been shat on by all sorts of birds, squirrels, and cats. Feral cats had cat fights on several nice new cars, and something had happened to the office. No one on Negan’s staff had dared go inside once the doors had opened.

Negan screamed for Dixon’s head on a platter.

Rick and Shane sauntered up a hour later, and told Negan that there was no cause. After all, the office was perfectly clean, tidy, and it had been locked since the Dixons had removed their equipment. One of Negan’s men, Dwight, had been the one to lock up and confirm that everything was in place...

Negan was fucked, and he knew who had done it, but he couldn’t prove it without incriminating himself. He’d get his revenge. Someday. Dixon would pay. Dixon and Grimes. The pricks from Alexandria.

“Have you heard of my brother, Merle?” Daryl asked in the bar later that night, standing in front of Connie, his hands moving in an slow awkward drawl, his fingers not quite used to the sign language he had been learning. Someone had finally told Connie why exactly Negan had decided to suddenly behave himself and go quiet.