#it's also shorter than i had thought. hm. happens

[deltastorm101]

Alan Wake dies.

In this essay I will-

... actually try my hand at a relatively objective examination of and discussion about why Alan Wake 2 ending with Alan's death would, and would not, make sense. I even used proper capitalization for once to emphasize how serious I am /hj. This has been kickstarted by this post by @stuckinthedarkplace; lately I've been thinking a lot about how AW2 could possibly end, and I feel like this possibility should be talked about. So. Let's not pad this out any further.

Pro #1: Alan’s death would make for an excellent tragedy and/or further reinforce the concept of him dying a martyr if they make his death vital to defeat the antagonist for good (who- or whatever it might be). After a years-long torturous fight, the hero sacrifices himself in unwavering bravery to do one last thing for the greater good. A selfless act, ensuring that even if he can’t make it, his loved ones will. Something like that. Plus, I imagine the majority of us players would like to see him walk away from it all alive; taking this away from us might elicit a rather emotional response, which is what every storyteller wants, right?

Contra #1: All these aforementioned years might feel like they have been for nothing. The lengths Alan went to to fight, to persevere, to endure, to survive, for more than a decade – in vain, pointless. Remedy themselves have stated that Alan has “wished he had died many times” – but all this time he held on, not letting go of the fickle hope that he can come back, come home, to Alice, Barry, Sarah. Remedy making an effort to explain what Alan was up to, in Night Springs during the events of American Nightmare and during the setup and unfolding of AWE, and them securing all the rights to the IP for good back in 2019; Alan as a character seems a bit too big, too important to just kill.

Pro #2: Him dying would leave few loose ends. Alice has lived under the presumption that he died for a few years anyway, probably until Mr. Scratch showed up at her doorstep at least, but if we assume that he’ll be taken care of over the course of the game while Alan does not escape, then him biting the dust would be the next most logical option. Saga and Alex either finish their mission knowing they failed to take him in alive, or even be forced to abort it, maybe because of unforeseen complications or lack of results. Alan has been living in hell for so long, by dying he’d finally escape it. It would be over, and if other characters could be made aware of his definitive passing maybe they too could move on, find peace, be done with the nightmare.

Contra #2: Alan is Sam Lake’s baby. Would he really kill him off for good? I certainly don’t think it’s beyond him, at this point I think he could write anything and it would somehow fit, but... Alan is Sam’s baby. Sam has been fighting to bring him back for this entire time. Somehow I have my doubts he’d throw that away, throw him away. (cf. Contra #1.)

Pro #3: Alan has killed Casey in The Sudden Stop. If Sam killed Alan, his story would directly mirror Alan’s and Casey’s; this would add another excellent meta layer on top. Kill your darlings or something. Let’s hope Sam doesn’t get writer’s block and plan to travel to some cabin on a lake anytime soon.

Contra #3: It might feel cheap and unimaginative. It’s an ancient trope, almost older than It-Was-All-Just-A-Dream. Can’t figure out an ending? Don’t know where to take the story next? Looking for a straightforward way out? Kill the protagonist. Better yet, just kill everyone. Boom, job done. I’m exaggerating of course, but I speak from experience. Don’t look for my old fics.

Pro #4: The story of AW1 was, at its heart, about the creative process and a lot of the feelings and mental mechanisms behind it. Stories end, lives end. Death feels final. Inevitable. A dead writer at the end of the story... there’s a ring to it. (contradicts Contra #3.)

Contra #4: Remedy would make it harder for themselves to expand further on their connected universe, which they have said was their goal for the next project(s). At this point I imagine AW is a very precious asset for them. Granted, I’m sure they’d always find a way to expand anyway, this is Sam Lake we’re talking about but... I still doubt that it would feel quite right. I mean, hell, they used to call AW2 “project big fish”. That’s gotta count for something, right?

So. Which side are you on?

[honeylations]

SEO DOAH x FEM!READER

Prompt: Doah studies as hard as she can all the time and luckily as her girlfriend, you’re there to help her take all that stress away

Warnings/Notes: eating 🐱, fingering, sub Doah, g!p reader, pretend the pyramid game itself does not exist so we can be peaceful

A/N: for our cutie patootie Doah and also for that anon that requested :3

It was around 7:45am when you walked into the classroom with your arms stretched out wide, seeing that the whole class was almost present.

But your eyes immediately moved to the front where your cute girlfriend was sitting, already going through one text book as her hand scribbled note after note.

Who would’ve thought you’d date such a cute quiet nerd? She was a big comparison to you. Obnoxiously loud, social, yet laid back with school work.

“Morning baby” you whispered in her ear and kissed her temple.

“Mhm. Good morning” she muttered in return.

Her eyes didn’t even leave the page.

“Wow. At this point, you love that text book more than me” you pouted, breaking Doah’s concentration.

She finally looked at you with her boba eyes, obviously trying to seem angry but anything she does just ended up being cute. “I’m studying”

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell” you joked while she scowled, pulling at your cheek.

“Sometimes I wonder how we ended up being together in the first place”

You winced from the pinch. “Ouch. I was literally asking myself that a few seconds ago. I guess it doesn’t matter, it makes our love story a bit cuter don’t you think?��

“You have a way with words, Choi Y/n” Doah smiled and looked down at her text book again.

You finally took the seat beside her and made a quick move to kiss her cheek before she could dodge it. “Mwuah”

“Stop it, I need to focus”

“Baby, you stress yourself too much! It’s time for a break... Are you even listening to me?”

Your girlfriend hummed.

“Doah baby, I’m serious. You need to remove all that stress before it eats you up” You scolded and the shorter girl removed her gaze from whatever paragraph she was on.

“And how can I magically remove all this stress, Y/n? Hm? Intrigue me”

Taking her words as a challenge, you slid an arm around her waist and pulled her closer that her chair scraped the floor. Doah gasped and her hands immediately went onto your shoulders.

“W-What are you doing?”

“You really wanna know how I can remove that stress? It’s an easy math equation. My mouth plus your body equals no more stress! Tada!

“C-Choi Y/n! We’re in public!” She whisper yelled, looking around to check if any of her classmates had heard.

You gave her your famous charming eyes, the one that made her fall for you from the start. “Please, my love?”

Oh and your charming words too.

“Behave”

You only smirked and leaned your lips close to her ear. “Don’t you miss my tongue, baby? I promise I’ll let you study in peace after”

Doah let out a shaky sigh. “You really promise?”

“Certain”

And just like that, you two were hiding in the teacher’s lounge thanks to Doah’s privileges. All doors were locked and the curtains had all been shut for privacy.

Although you weren’t entirely against the idea of an audience, your girlfriend would definitely burn you alive if any exhibitionism happened.

Doah was in your lap, her glasses had been discarded somewhere and her uniform was unbuttoned. She was releasing adorable moans while you lapped at her neck, being yanked away by the hair just when you were about to bite.

“No marks, Choi”

You couldn’t utter a quick response when she crashed your lips together, her small tongue pushing its way inside. It was an invitation for you to suck at it, letting it explore more of her mouth that the mix of your salivas were dripping down your chins.

It was so hot.

You were already painfully rock hard, the bulge poking at your girlfriend’s clothed entrance.

The shorter girl pulled away, admiring the string of saliva that connected your tongues. She moved off your lap to lie down on the long couch, bringing you with her.

She took her underwear off but every other clothing stayed. “I’m not taking anything else off. You’ve got 10 minutes to make me cum and then we’re out of here”

“Baby. I only need 5 minutes” you let out an arrogant scoff, quickly kissing her lips before shuffling down to rest in between her spread legs.

You pushed her skirt up and felt your mouth water at the sight of her soaked pussy. Not planning on wasting any more time, you leaned your lips towards her clit and sucked on it gently.

Doah’s back automatically arched, her hands going into your hair. “A-Ah!”

You broke away from her clit to move even further down, sliding your long tongue inside her cunt, groaning from her taste.

Your girlfriend’s hips started to gyrate, relishing in the feeling of you eating her out so good.

“O-Oh yes Y/n. So good baby s-so good!”

“Fuck I missed this” you pulled your tongue out to mutter before diving straight back in, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend’s soft thighs to hold her down.

Doah was a moaning mess, one hand was still in your hair while the other had pushed her bra up to toy with her nipples.

“Don’t stop please, baby”

You decided to return your attention to her clit, sucking harsher than before while plunging two fingers inside her wet hole.

You looked up as your ministrations continued and wow it was a sight to see.

Your girlfriend’s head was thrown back and the light that peaked out from the curtains shined a small spotlight on her body. Like she was an angel.

It encouraged you to double your efforts, thrusting your fingers faster, kissing her clit hungrily, intending to leave her in a sobbing mess.

You were almost there anyways.

“Ah, ah, ah….Y/n I’m going to cum!” She squealed cutely.

Your fingers reached deeper, feeling her walls clench around you. Doah released a final cry as she fisted your hair, legs shaking when you continued to clean her up and your fingers moving to a slower pace.

Pulling away from her, you looked up from between her legs and smiled proudly. Doah’s cheeks went redder at the sight of your mouth completely soaked with her cum.

“That felt so good” she sighed and flopped her head back on the couch.

You crawled up and captured her lips in another sloppy kiss, moving to the side to hide in her neck while you started panting. Doah felt movement between you both and she looked down, seeing you jerking your big cock.

“Mmm Doah baby” you whined.

“Keep stroking your cock like that” she whispered, letting you grunt and lick at her skin while you chased your orgasm.

“Hah…hah fuck gonna cum, Doah…”

“Sit up, let me see you”

You did as told and admired your fucked out girlfriend below you. Her tits were exposed and her cunt was still leaking more cum. You scooped up some of that liquid with your fingers and used it as lube, the hand on your cock moving faster.

“H-Holy shit Doah!”

“Here baby. Cum all over me” Your girlfriend husked and pushed her breasts out.

You aimed your cock towards her plump tits and exploded, closing your eyes from the intensity before laying on top of your girlfriend.

She caressed your back gently.

“Thank you, baby” you heard her say.

It was rare for her to call you by nicknames.

“For?” You panted.

“Taking away all the stress. I love you”

[writella]

Hi! @sinsandsweetness mentioned you when I had requested something from them. Theirs was just so wonderful and needed that day.

I was wondering if you would be comfortable doing a variation of that idea. Daryl x fem!reader, gentle smut while reader needs some comfort and closeness. I understand if you wouldn’t want to.

Thank you so much.

Hi! ♡ Sure :) I can do that. Perhaps I can use it as an exercise for myself to write something shorter. I think this came out a little more fluffy than maybe you might have wanted but I still added in everything! Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for being my first anon and first request- this was so exciting for me!

Also, for any other readers, I ended up not needing to use pronouns so you can consider this afab!reader, but you can still picture it as a fem!reader, anon, it still works both ways. ♡

This includes some smut, soft!Daryl, both reader and Daryl feeling down, and both of them expressing their care for one another.

Your bedroom window is always three inches open. You knew Daryl could get through without the help, but him coming into your room at night had become a recognized habit, so you decided it was best to do it anyway. It was a sign that he was welcomed, that he didn’t always have to sneak in for whatever reason he did. You would have always let him in. He should have known that.

You didn’t question it though, talking about your feelings to him wasn’t your strong suit either. Especially not tonight when the light breeze blowing from your window touched the tears rolling down your cheek, making them chill.

You turned from it, just in case Daryl decided to come that night. You didn’t want to worry him or seem like a child. Bad things happen everyday in this world. You don’t see anyone else at camp crying all the time. Yet there you were, finding it hard to shake these feelings for the third night in a row.

You heard the sliding of the glass now, Daryl’s finger pressing up on the window to make it wider. He held the sides and put his legs through first. Normally this would have been seamless and silent, but Daryl was getting comfortable with this routine, becoming more lax with his stealth in this case.

You wiped your tears quietly, your hand movements very slow, not daring to move too far to the sides just in case he saw your fingers. You hoped he would just think you’re awake but not crying.

“You up?” He asks, his voice is a whisper, but nonetheless you hear his ever present rasp.

“Yes,”

He takes off his shoes, and his pants, and his vest, hanging it on the hooks of the back of your door. He sits on your bed then, just on the corner, his hands on his knees, motionless.

You look up at him, trying your best to make your inhale not sound like a sniffle. “Daryl?”

“Hm,”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” It’s a retort, but he says it just as genuinely and softly as you asked. “Why were you crying?”

You’re silent for a minute. Why is it as if you have all the words when you are alone, but the second someone is around, the second that someone shows they care, you are wordless? Your mind is so heavy, the thoughts spiraling, but your mouth is completely empty and dry. Speaking becomes impossible now. “I don’t know,” is all you can say.

You come up to him and sit beside him. He only looks at you quickly through the corners of his eyes, but keeps his head down, his hair in his face.

You hold his opposite shoulder and his leg and move your head into the crux of his neck, closing your eyes. Your hand then moves to his cheek, gently brushing up and down, feeling the bristles of his facial hair. It makes him lean into you.

Finally, his head turns to your face, your hand still resting at the side of his. Your thumb brushes over his sad eyes and his lips and he wipes your slow coming tears.

He kisses your nose, rubbing his into yours, until he starts to kiss your lips. His hand comes to your jaw and neck as he deepens it, laying you on the bed. The two of you move upwards until you reach your pillow again.

He delicately takes off your shirt, and pants, and underwear and you try to help him do the same.

He lays on you now and you hold his head and neck. His hands are at your hips as he slowly presses down on you, moving. You press up into him. He kisses your neck, peppering it lightly.

Afterwards, he pushes himself inside of you and moves only a little until his motions stop. His arms and body wrapping around you in totality. Your arms try their best to reach everywhere on his back, your movements so slow, delicate, and tender. You untangle pieces of his hair softly. He is inside of you, but truly you are hugging, embracing each other with love.

As a moment passes you finally whisper, “It’s so hard to pretend everything is okay all the time.”

You’re on the verge of tears again as you admit it. “There are things about the past that I don’t want back, ever, but some days I just really wish we didn’t have to fight… sometimes I just get so tired… sometimes I think I would-”

A scary thought comes that you decide not to share.

Daryl looks at you now, holding your head. It’s almost as if his hands are just that big as he holds both sides. You feel the warmth radiating off of them to your cheeks and your ears. He puts his forehead against yours, sending all his love through to you. “We don’t gotta pretend in here.”

He kisses your lips again, it’s sweet and light. You’ve never felt him do it like this before.

He begins to truly move inside you now. Your arms wrap around his middle back, it’s like you’re still hugging until he takes your hands in his, resting them parallel to your head as he holds on and he pumps just a bit faster, creating a deep and steady rhythm.

His head is curled into your neck as you sigh into him, his body making you feel a release from your worries. It causes him to meet your eyes again but they are closed. He kisses you once more, ‘I love you,’ his lips are truly saying as they melt into you, ‘It’ll be okay. I’ll make it okay. Just for you.’

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° you promised you’d come back

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content: jason grace x pluto!fem!reader blurb

warnings: angst, not a happy ending, interrupted friends to lovers, death of character, really short.

a/n: i know, i know, i have to post the leo fic first. whatever?? i wrote this late night in the hospital in my phone and i cried, so you’re gonna read it and cry too. this one doesn’t even have wc or song cause i literally left it just like i wrote. shits really short. good luck 🫡

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You didn’t have any news on how the damn quest was going.

No Iris message. No letter. Absolutely no indication that your best friend was still alive. lt was a mix of emotions together, but especially fear.

Fear that maybe he wasn’t alive anymore. Maybe he had finally succumbed to one of those damned quests that your parents put you through, because somehow, they can’t do it on their owns.

But you had to cling to the small light of hope that was alive and that he was okay. After all, he promised you he’d come back.

“Of course i’ll come back, y/n/n. I always do.”

And maybe when you do came back, you thought, i’m finally be able to tell you how much i love you.

But all that hope was completely and totally crushed down the moment that Nico came to your apartment, along with Lester, Meg and Piper.

All of them had a dark and intense gaze, but especially Nico.

You obviously knew about the growing friendship that Jason had with the younger boy. Gods, Jason even talked about him like an older brother talks about his baby sibling.

And that’s when you knew. That’s when it hit you, that’s you’d never see Jason again.

“Y/n… can i come in?” Nico asked, his voice cracked. He instantly cleared his throat and stand up straight, swallowing a lump. “I mean- we. Can we come in?”

You just nodded, the tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Hm… Im really sorry to say this, Y/n, but… Jason didn’t make it. Caligula, he-“ Apollo - Jason’s half brother, cause nothing could be better - said, but you interrupted him with a raise of your hand.

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to come all the way here to talk to me about this. You have a quest to continue, i get it. You can go now.” You said, your voice trying to sound firm and certain.

“Y/n, are you-“ Piper said, reaching out a hand to you.

“Yes.” You said, taking a step back away from her. You and Piper never had the best relationship, and you just thought that she was the last person you’d want around in a moment like this - the girl who first killed Jason. “I’m fine. Really.”

You tried to sound reassuring, but Nico quickly caught in your facade. He cleared his throat again and looked back at the trio behind him. “It’s fine.” He said, and they finally backed off.

Meg was the only one who didn’t. She achtualmy took a step forward and pulled you in to a hug. She was a few inches shorter than you, so it was hard for her, but the hug was very appreciated. You quickly reciprocated, and she finally pulled away. She had puffy eyes and a pout on her lips.

“I’m sorry about him. I know you were close.” She said in a whisper, only to both of you hear, and you smiled. She was sweet. You nodded and whispered back a small ‘thank you’. And then, they finally left.

When you closed the door, you immediately broke into sobs. Your brother was quick to cradle you into his arms, and you just sobbed.

Not that far after, you felt his body also shaking. You didn’t think you ever saw Nico cry, but this was understandable, at least. He was his best friend. He was the best friend to both of you.

“W-why, Nico? It’s- it’s not fair! He’s- he was too young, he-“ You groaned as you sobbed into Nico’s old jacked, damping it completely. Bit you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when that happened.

He nodded, caressing your back.

He was gone. Jason was gone. Your Jason. Your best friend. The man you were in love with. The person that you grew to admire, looking up to how kind, generous and intelligent he was.

Your favorite person. Your soulmate.

In the end, all that’s left is a broken promise, a crossed heart and a shattered soul.

[before-it-felt-like-a-sin]

Could I maybe request LottiexFem!reader headcanons where reader is wayy shorter than Lottie? Just fluff and forehead kisses and reader being the little spoon.<33

btw- I love your work!! Keep it up.:]

Height Difference Lottie Matthews Headcanons

this is so fun and silly also tysm for the complement 😭😭

I'm so envisioning Lottie like using you as an armrest

Obviously you're like "screw you" but she does it anyways

The arm on your head is her go-to pose for couples pics too

She also constantly rests your head on top of yours because come on! You're the perfect height!

Whenever you want to initiate a kiss you have to like... drag her down or ask her to lean over

She thinks it's adorable but you hate it

Lottie used to be really insecure about her height, like especially when she thought she had to date guys

She didn't want to be taller than her boyfriend!!

But then she realized she didn't want a boyfriend

Even then she was like hm do I really want to be this tall

And then she met you and you were short as hell and like couldn't reach the top shelf at the grocery store

So now she loves being tall

Speaking of the grocery store...

The girl doesn't even let you TRY to reach high up

"I could've gotten that" "with a step-stool maybe" "fuck off"

You guys do in fact have a stool at your apartment for you to use when Lottie isn't home

She bought it because you kept standing on chairs and falling from them (from personal experience this is hell. I need to buy a stool)

You boycotted said stool in the beginning but eventually were like "okay this makes my life significantly easier"

Obviously Lottie is normally the big spoon

But sometimes, like if she's sick or had a bad day, you spoon her

It's almost comical

You're like a backpack on her because of the height difference

She appreciates the effort if not the delivery

Not height related but she braids your hair. She loves messing with it too. Like yall will just be standing there and then you realize you have like 7 tiny braids in your hair

Okay back to her being so hella tall

You definitely tried to give her a piggyback ride once

Needless to say that that didn't end up working out

If we're thinking like a more modern setting Lottie absolutely used her height to her advantage when taking 0.5 pictures of you

She had a whole album dedicated to them

The insta birthday posts are absolutely horrendous

If you ever wake up and Lottie's standing somewhere in your bedroom you're like "there's my sleep paralysis demon" for a second

And then you're like "oh whoops that's my tall as hell gf"

Also forehead kisses happen so often

Lottie thinks it's a pain to bend down to your lips every time she wants to kiss you

So most of the time it's like right on your hairline or just the top of your head

The amount of lipgloss in your hair is astronomical

Cuddling with her is so nice though because she's so much taller than you and you feel so safe with her

Like not only is she probably strong as fuck but she's also tall? Goddamn

Sometimes you lay on top of her like a weighted blanket and she's so here for it

She tried to do it to you once but it didn't have the same affect

When yall do dishes you wash them/unload the dishwasher and she puts the dishes away because she can reach the shelves and you can't

Around Christmas and your birthday she hides your gifts on the top shelf of your closet

Lottie's just such a cutie I love these

[ramcharantitties]

Rangrez

Chapter 7- pillow talk

S/n: EHY IS RAM SI HOT I WAS BLUSHING T WRITE THIS

Ram lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, but his mind buzzed with thoughts of Kainat. Her laughter echoed in his ears, her smile painted vividly in his mind. He wondered if she was thinking of him too, and the thought warmed him. Kainat, miles away, sat by her window, gazing at the stars. Each twinkle seemed to reflect Ram's eyes, the way they crinkled when he smiled. She replayed their conversations, his words resonating with a depth she hadn't felt before. She hoped he was thinking of her too, the possibility sending a shiver down her spine.

-

It was around seven in the morning when Ram stepped out of his place to meet someone. He had received a tip-off from his informer about a significantly new lead in the underground revolutionary movement. A wealthy woman, known for her unwavering support of the cause, had deposited funds into the movement, enabling them to execute their plans for mass protests and riots against the British regime. Seeing the conditions, it was likely a woman from rich business households.

Ram felt both excited and worried. He just had to find proof to show that a woman was behind the funding. Immediately his informer handed him a yellow, orange and red band, a seemingly subtle bracelet but it held the weight of truth within its fibers. He carefully kept the band safe and let his source know of future plans.

It was only ten by the time he was done, maybe he could stop by Akhtar's place? The break he got right now from the duties was great, his work was to track down potential revolutionary leaders. If he was able to catch the woman his source mentioned, what if he would be able to get a promotion? Ram carefully pulled out the band from his pocket, eyeing it. It looked handmade, and durable. He pocketed it, walking back his own home.

Kainat made her way to Akhtar's home. She couldn't help but remember what Ram has said and she was determined to deliver another dish so his uncle could also relish some taste. As she was about to enter, Kainat heard the familiar sound of engine and turned to see that Akhtar has just come home. Although, he looked tensed and anxious. His eyebrows furrowed and his usual cheery smile was missing from his face. Akhtar immediately locked eyes with Kainat. "Bhaiya, what happened?" She asked, looking up at the broad shoulders. She unconsciously realised Ram is shorter than him.

Akhtar gave her a long look. "Nothing" he muttered. "Are you sure? You look like you just lost something worth a million diamonds" Kainat smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Akhtar could only smile back, faking it, not sure how to tell. He was in an underground meeting when some constables found the address and started arresting the freedom fighters. Akhtar lost the bracelet Kainat made them.

"Bhaiya?" Kainat snapped him out of trance and he looked back at her sweet face. "Hm? What?" He asked, missing whatever she said. "I said can you drop me at Mr. Ramaraju's place?" Akhtar's smile turned genuine at her request. "Of course. Do you guys want to talk about something?" Kainat blushed. "Nothing serious, he just invited me there." "Oh did he now?"

Kainat sat behind Akhtar on his motorbike, riding away to Ram's. Akhtar led her way, opening the door to his place. Ram wasn't seen anywhere, so Akhtar called out for him. Kainat caught a sight and went inside his room, since she couldn't help but rake her eyes at the books that lined up each crevice of his room. All kinds of books. She wondered if she would find something interesting in his pile. Kainat heard a distinct chatter, and found Ram talking to Akhtar. She entered the room, to see Ram's bare chest on full display. He must not have noticed her yet, as he was still taking his time wearing his tshirt. Kainat couldn't help but sneak glances- his loose shirt with straps does no justice. To avoid the awkwardness, Kainat went back in his room to keep the dish in kitchen.

"You never invite me" Akhtar's statement pulled Ram out of the blush on his cheeks. "What?" He asked, staring at Akhtar.

"You invited Kainat. She's inside. But you never invite me"

Ram's lips pressed in a thin line. "That's because you're always here" he muttered, and wore his tshirt. Akhtar squinted his eyes. "Anyways, I'm gonna go, I have work at mechanic shop" Ram nodded. "Enjoy" Ram turned to him in confusion, only to find Akhtar gone.

Ram snapped his fingers, pulling Kainat out of her daydreams. "How are you feeling now?" Ram asked, and Kainat smiled. "You helped" she said, and Ram reciprocated her smile. "Tell me more about yourself" she hugged her knees closer and sat how she did when they both were sitting on floor. Ram stared up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing. Kainat shut her thighs. "I'm not really interesting I guess. I wake up before sun and go for a run. Do some archery, bath in the river. Work a little" Ram shrugged and looked back at Kainat. "I can see" she said with a mischievous smile, and Ram chuckled. "I mean, I've never really seen any men as fit as you so" Kainat tried to state a matter of fact, but her smile made Ram feel the sarcasm. He cocked his eyebrows, and shook his head. "What about your parents?" Ram's smile fainted at her question. "Passed away when I was young" Kainat's smile also disappeared at his answer, muttering a "mine too". Ram turned to her.

He stepped in his room, to see Kainat sitting on the floor, between the building of piles, reading the back of a book. He stared at her, closely. Her hair was dark, pulled at one side and she was wearing a simple pink kurti set. Both her hands had bangles adorning and circular earrings. He must have sighed loudly, for her to turn her head and peak. "Mr. Ramaraju?" Ram smiled lowly to himself. "You can call me Ram, please"

Kainat stood up, the voice of her payal matching. Her kurti has a square neck, letting him peek at her collar bones. A thin dupatta was on her shoulder. "Akhtar bhaiya?" She asked, and Ram heard her voice for the first time in so long. "Mechanic shop" she nodded, and crossed the sea of books to sit on his bed. Ram stared at her. "You can take some if you wish" Kainat shook her head in no. "I brought some from Lahore. I will finish them first" Ram smiled, and sat next to her. "Did you bring something?" He asked, leaning back on his arms on the mattress. "Yes, something for your uncle. I hope he likes it" Kainat struggled to talk, staring at his rock hard chest. Despite sleeping with so many men, Kainat had never felt like this. She did, when she met him, because of whom Rehana aapa sold her to someone else.

"Well, parents died when I was young, I only had my sisters with me. Rehana aapa, Mallika and Waheeda. Rehana aapa was cruel, but I felt she loved me. She also has a daughter, Fareedan. She is the cutest girl I know. Mallika and I never got along, although we are the same age. And Waheeda only talks to me when she needs something. But we have Phatto and Satto bi, they take good care of me...use to" Kainat's smile disappeared at that. "I hope Fareedan is fine" she whispered, and a tear escaped the side of her eye. Ram leaned forward to wipe it, when Kainat realised she was crying. She giggled, embarassed and pulled herself up wiping them.

"What if I tell you a secret?" Ram leaned in, and Kainat raised her eyebrows. She stared at his chiseled jaw, his long eyelashes. "When I was young, I stole my father's gun. With a friend of mine, I went to the hills and shot a range. My shoulder ached the next day and there was a sprain. That's how my father found out that I was pretty good at aiming." Ram smiled at the fond memories. "They aren't my real sisters"

Ram's head whipped to Kainat at her secret. "I was adopted by them and to fit in Rehana aapa changed my name. My real name is Kanika. But I like Kainat more anyways." Ram stared with disbelief. He then asked a question he always had in mind. "What do you know about Heeramandi?"

Kainat's blood ran cold at his question. "What?" She pretended not to know, not to care. "You said you lived near Heeramandi- why is it famous?" Ram stared with genuine curiosity. "Well Heeramandi is a market for men. Women sell themselves, their self respect and body just to cater their needs. And not just any men- Nawabs and British officers, only high status men. We have a class to mai-" Ram quickly looked at her face. Was she caught yet? "We?" He asked, sitting up. Kainat giggled- she had to hide somehow. She changed her sitting position, and extended her leg out. Ram's attention switched for a second and she used that to cover her mistake. "I meant they. I said we as a woman" Ram looked back at her, nodding.

"You don't look like you fit in them with anyways. They must be pretty" Kainat's eyebrows furrowed at his statement. Ram broke a grin, when she realised what he said. Picking up the nearest pillow, she smacked him with it, only to be caught and tackled. Kainat fell on the bed with a pillow in her hand, and Ram laid on top of her, holding the pillow. They could hear each other's breath, and Ram noticed the mole near Kainat's eye. "You're pretty" he muttered. "You too" she replied.

It wasn't long before they leaned in a kiss.

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Tagging: @ramayantika @yehsahihai @vijayasena @jeniniie @gloriouspurpose01 @multifandom-boss-bitch @jkdaddy01 @definitelyhim

[kingschclar]

KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT — sensory deprivation with jack howl

contains :: gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!jack, aged up characters, reader and jack implied to be in a long distance relationship + implied to be lifelong partners, blindfolding, a hint of predator/prey, dry humping, nipple play

a/n !! — i’m sorry if it sounds kinda weird tumblr did not save my first drafts and i had to redo the whole thing while almost crying. this is also shorter than the first prompt because i was about to break down

kinktober mlist !!

Jack’s ears twitched as he listened to the soft ruffling of the sheets beneath him. You were waiting patiently — for what, he didn’t know — and it reminded him of a predator stalking its prey. The thought made him shiver in anticipation.

It has been a while since your graduation from Night Raven College, which was the last time he saw you. He tried not to miss you too much. It wasn’t too bad, considering you both had each others numbers and would text throughout the day, but it still doesn’t beat seeing you in person.

As soon as his eyes met yours, he pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly as he basked in your presence. He just so happened to get hard as you were cuddling on the couch, and you just so happened to have the idea to blindfold him.

The situation unfolded the way it did, leading to this moment.

Jack snapped back into the present as he felt your feather-light touch on his abdomen, muscles contracting for a second as he let out a breath. You were finally touching him. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was getting a little desperate to finally feel your skin against his.

You moved your fingertips higher and higher, letting Jack wait for a moment before starting to rub at his nipples, already hardened due to the cold. He sighed softly as he leaned his head back further, ears twitching once again as he tried to listen for your movements. You moved as quietly as you could, although you were almost certain that he’d picked up on the ruffling of the sheets. Straddling his waist, you continued your ministrations. You leaned in, making sure he could feel the warmth of your skin getting closer but not touching, just to tease a little. He knew better than to move toward you.

Deciding that he’d been good, you finally latched your lips around his other nipple, running your tongue over the bud as Jack let out a sharp gasp, fingers twitching before finding purchase on one of the pillows beside him. Due to his lack of sight, everything you did was a surprise to him. It also heightened all of his other senses, making him more sensitive than he’d normally be.

After some time, Jack thrusted up into you softly, letting out a sound almost akin to a whine as he threw you a little off balance. He felt your hands come to rest on his shoulders and shuddered, gulping.

“Sorry..” he muttered, relaxing a little when he heard you chuckle.

“Missed me that much, hm?” You teased, leaning in to press your forehead against his. Jack huffed, almost indignantly.

“Of course, that shouldn’t even be a question.” You finally close the gap between your lips, kissing him much deeper and harder than before. Jack gasped, hands slowly moving up to your waist. Seeing as you didn’t say anything to it, he let himself grip onto your hips, pulling you in closer as he thrusted up into you again.

You moaned against him, hands now tangled in his hair as you ground down on him, the both of you quickly settling into a rhythm as your sounds filled the room.

“L-Love,” he rasped out. “Can you take off the blindfold? Please?” He added, not missing a beat. You grinned. Even after a few months of not seeing each other, he was still such a good boy for you. “I… want to see you when I c-cum,” he sounded desperate, ears folding backwards as the hands on your hips shook. Oh, he was so very close. You struggled to untie the knot as you moved on top of him, but the moment you did, his eyes widened. You saw his pupils dilate as he fought to keep his eyes open, trembling almost harshly as he came, the pleasurable sensation pulsing through him. You felt the knot in your lower body snap right after, clinging onto him tightly as you both rode out your orgasms. Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, making you more safe and secure than ever.

“Hey, Jack,” you called out, and he hummed. “Did you cum from seeing me?” You waited for a response but got none. Well, his almost-nervous gaze and slightly wagging tail told you enough either way. “No need to be shy about it, big guy,” you teased, snickering as he grumbled.

“I mean,” he mumbled into your skin. “It’s the face I’m gonna see for the rest of my life… It’d only be natural…” You laughed at how shy he was acting for someone claiming that it was natural.

“We can wash up first, then continue what we were doing before if you’d like?” You asked, and he nodded.

“Missed you so much.”

[blackfeather-raven]

Draft WARNING: Vomiting, Attempted murder, and mention of being drugged.

The night was cool and loud, the wind shook the tree and pushed the water against the shores. Orpheus shivered as the wind hit his skin, his hands came up and tried to cover his exposed skin. Goose skin rose up on his arms as he forced his feet forward.

The boy was trying to find his way home, which was not going very well. Orpheus paused looking past the tree in an attempt to find the small house he lived in. Yet all he could see was more darkness and more trees. 

“Maybe this was a bad idea…” Orpheus muttered to the wind, not searching for an answer as he regrets his decision to stay out late. He was feeling strange, 

“What’s wrong pretty boy? Lost?” A venomous voice spoke above the wind. Orpheus froze, his muscles tensed. 

“Aww, look at him, he's all scared!” Another voice closer to him teased. 

A knot formed in Orpheus’s throat, his head twisted around to find more than just two young men behind him. Even in the darkness he could see crooked smiles on their faces. It sent chills down his spine, frightening him more than any nightmare had ever.

“What- What-” A few laughed as his voice struggled. “What do- do you want?” Orpheus tried to sound firm, strong, and yet everything was a struggle against the knot in his throat.

One of the men walked closer to him, making their height and size very obvious. Orpheus was tall for his age, but lean that wouldn’t go away no matter how much he ate. The boy walking towards him was fit, but he was shorter than Orpheus.

“What’s wrong, hm? Come on pretty boy, speak up!” the boy snarled angrily as he reached up to shove Orpheus into a large trunk. Without permission Orpheus’s voice let out a scared whine that made those twisted grins grow larger.

Everything happened too fast for Orpheus’s dazed mind to keep up. One moment Orpheus had his back to a tree, words were thrown at him like blades. His words were caught in his throat as more and more people began to crowd him. Then he was on the grass with pain in his torso, the voices around him were blurring together into hateful noises. Then someone grabbed his hair and yanked on his curls to his feet and pulled him along. 

Orpheus’s eyes were blurring, but he could feel the change from grass to sand. He could feel the change from cool air to frigid water and rocks. His hair was yanked back again the cool air hit his face, before his head was shoved under the water. His nose hit a rock and he felt a sharp pain throb through his face. 

‘Am I going to die?’ A stray somewhat coherent thought went through his mind. ‘Are they going to kill me?” Somehow the fear in his mind became louder and the throbbing of his heart was filling his ears. 

‘I do not want to die- please I don’t want to die! Please make it stop!’ Orpheus' mind screamed as his lung ached. ‘Patér! Patér they are going to kill me!’ His mind cried out as the tirednesses clawed at his brain. 

His head was pulled up again and wasn’t pushed back under again. Instead his body was pulled away from the water and onto the sand. Or at least it felt like sand, he had his eyes closed, he wasn’t sure when he closed his eyes but he couldn’t open them. He also noticed that he couldn’t hear anything other than his pound heart. 

Breathing was just as difficult out of the water as it had been under. His breaths were short and felt like swallowing fire. His head throbbed in pain The only thing that Orpheus could focus on that didn’t hurt was the sand. The sand felt soft under his skin. The sand was the only soft thing he could feel that gave him comfort, until something warm pressed under his chin. 

Something smooth ran over his temples and combed through his hair. Something clattered in his ear, pulling his focus away from the sound of his heart. His eyelids twitched and the weight of them seemed to ease slightly. He cracked both of his eyes open and was greeted by a large white and black blur covering his entire vision. 

The clattering continued as his hair was combed. It took his mind too long to clear, but once most of the heaviness and fizzing faded away he realized. 

Realized the thing running through his hair was a beak and the black and gray blur was not just any sort of bird. It was Jessamy. His patér’s raven hopped back to look at him. 

“Orpheus…?” Jessamy clittered her beak as she spoke. “Orpheus, dearie are you okay?” She hopped closer to run her beak over his cheek. 

“Jess…” He slurred, but immediately his throat clogged. Twisting his head around and away from her, as a burning pain surged up his throat and he vomited up sea water. He could hear worried clicking as she pressed up to the back of his neck. 

Having twisted his head around he spotted movement behind him. Something lanky and dark was hovering over white figures on the ground, he could hear broken sobs coming from that direction too. 

“Pa…?” His voice crooked out, before he felt the burning pain in his throat again. 

The dark figure jerked back and it twisted unnaturally around and bright red dots were staring down at him. It made it easier to see the large jagged pearly white teeth in its mouth. Its face was thin and so black it stood out from the darkness around it. It looked like it was pulling the darkness into it actually. It looked like a creature that one could only see in one's nightmares.

“Orpheus…” The voice sounded like it was under water, but it still wrapped around Orpheus like a protective hold. 

Orpheus-if he had been in the right mind-would have been embarrassed how easily he shattered and let out a broken sob from the one word. In a blink of an eye that nightmare creature was gone. Soon a black haired and pale man that Orpheus knew very well. 

“Hush now my son…” Morpheus soothed as he took a few long strides over to his son. “Those men cannot harm you any longer, they will never look at you again.” There was a hint of anger in his tone, but it was hidden from his expression. The King of Dream’s slowly and carefully slid his hands under Orpheus’s chest and lifted him off the sand and out of his own vile. 

Orpheus whined at the sudden spike of pain in his body as he was cradled in his patér’s arms. Twitching his hand he brought them up and curled them around the black silk of his robe. His tears and blood soaked into the dream made fabric. 

“My son…” Morpheus murmured, panic laced in its edges. “I promise you are safe now… Is it the pain?” Gently he smooths the brown hair on Orpheus’s head. 

“Get him home my lord, Calliope can call Asclepius to help,” Jessamy spoke when landing on her lord's shoulder to look down at his young boy.

“Of course…” He whispered, used his robe to whip the vomit off of Orpheus’s cheek. The sand around them rose from the ground and began to circle the father, son and bird. 

[dracocheesecake]

Don't Deal With The Chameleon

Summary: When Zhen still lived with the Den of Thieves, (when they were still above the streets) she asked a very simple question. Han gave her an answer, one he hoped she wouldn't forget- because he couldn't.

Warning: Potential spoilers for KFP4, though this is only canon to my rewrite, also mentions of child abuse, and implied violence.

“Why don't we try one on her?” 

Zhen was only seven years old. It had been a simple question, asked absent-mindedly, as she and some of the other thieves polished up glass pearls to make them look real; they had another con they were going to pull tomorrow, selling them for some quick change to the suckers in the market. Han had a rag in hand, polishing a large glass orb, and glanced up at her. 

“Hm? On who?” 

“The Chameleon.” 

Everyone gasped. They all stopped what they had been doing and stared at her, open-mouthed. Zhen clenched her rag tightly in her paw, muscles going tense. She never liked it when so many people stared at her. Nothing good ever happened afterwards. She glanced around, searching for an escape. 

Han provided it. He glanced around at the rest of the gang and then waved his claws dismissively. 

“Alright, everyone, clear out. I need to have a talk with Zhen, real quick. I think it's time to explain the Rules to her.” 

One of the older members- an antelope, a woman Zhen only vaguely knew- gave Han some sort of look she was too young to decipher, though she was street smart enough to guess she probably wasn't supposed to. Han chewed the inside of his cheek irritably and waved her off, too, more vigorously than the others. 

“Yeah, I can handle it. It's fine. I'm just going to explain a little something. It's educational. It'll be good for her.” 

Now Zhen wondered if this was going to hurt; none of the thieves had ever actually hurt her before, Han especially had never even made such a threat, save as a joke- but Zhen had been around angry adults before, who had defined “educational” as hitting a child after she stole an orange to feed herself. She clutched the rag she held tighter, bearing her teeth just a little as he approached. 

The pangolin just stood and looked down at her for a moment, searching. Then he sighed.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to beat you. You asked a question, so I’m going to answer. It’s just a long story. I’ll make it shorter: once upon a time, there was a monkey named Bo, a snake named Biming, an antelope named Zimo, a leopard named Jun, and a little owl named Nuwa. Got that?” 

Zhen nodded. She did relax some, now the threat was averted. Han smiled and nodded. 

“Good. Now, here's the tricky part: they were some of the greatest thieves the Den had ever seen- the entire city had ever seen, probably, possibly the entire world- but that's boasting. Anyway: they made a great team, and they were very talented. Could steal the very pants off you before you even realized it- and in broad daylight. 

They were good. When the Den had them, things were running smoothly. Everyone had more than they could eat and plenty of money to spend- Yeah, this was waaay before you. And then, Bo- remember, that's the monkey- he got this funny idea one day, right? He says to me, ‘Hey, let's pull a heist on the witch up on that hill’.” 

Han sighed and flicked the rim of his hat so it bounced somewhat, then shook his head. 

“...I said: ‘Bo, that's stupid. Don't let that leave your mouth around anyone else or they'll laugh you out of here’. You know what happened next?” 

Zhen nodded. “He did it anyway?” 

“Yeah. And somehow, this numbskull talks the others into doing it with him. Zimo comes to me about it, and Jun was in for it just because Zimo was, and Biming- I thought she had some sense, I was wrong on that one- and then Nuwa! I couldn't believe it, but hey, if anyone could do it…”

There was some sort of shift in the atmosphere of the room, something Zhen caught onto immediately. Han's whole demeanor changed- but it wasn't immediately dangerous to her, so she had no real concern with it, yet. Still, it made her fur bristle. 

There were round windows here, in the old warehouse, and on one side they got a good breeze- and on the other, a great view of the city. Han climbed up onto the crate just under one of them and stood to look out of it. The rag dripped a little in his claws. 

“...They said it was just going to be a quick heist, simple: just to scope the place out, you know?- Nothing serious, not yet…just to make the attempt, just to see if a real job would be worth the effort. Surely, a place that big, her, with her reputation, the way she…She had to be loaded, she had to keep all that scratch somewhere, right?”

He swallowed. The rag made a wet squelching noise as he wrung it out.

“...They didn’t come back for awhile- I knew they wouldn't, heists could take any length of time, even just the run-downs, if you had to make a quick escape and lay low for a bit…But…this…I remember-” 

He chuckled. It wasn’t a funny chuckle, more of a swallowing sound, like the noise a cat would make before vomiting. 

“I thought, ‘Hey, they should be back by now- I hope they weren’t dumb enough to get caught. Wouldn’t that be some bad luck’?- And- And then…” 

The rag he was squeezing went tighter and tighter into a spiral, as he wrung it between his hands. His feet were getting wet, as was the crate. Suddenly, he went perfectly still. There was a soft inhalation of breath. When he spoke again, his voice was perfect and glassy. 

“...Bo came back. Just swaggering back in, bragging to everyone about how they did it, he was so, so, bouncy, swinging around everywhere, the way he always was after a heist- how he always had such energy afterwards, I could never wrap my- never- that's not the point. Look, he comes in…but what about everyone else? I ask him that, we're all askin’, he puts his hands up, all ‘I'll get to that in a minute’- ‘Well, did they get caught? Where are they?’- He says, ‘Relax, I'll get to it-’” 

Han made that noise again. The rag squelched again. “...I noticed something, then. I was close enough to him to see it- look, he had this scar, right? About here?” He gestured with a claw to a spot just under his jawline. Zhen nodded. 

“-Yeah. About there.” Han chortled, a genuine one this time. His eyes clouded over, somewhat nostalgic through the darker haze,, a patch of sun through the rain. 

“He used to like to play with knives when we were kids- cut himself bad. I remember, one time I flicked a coin at him, burst it back open, and it never really healed right- the point is: it was a bad scar. Real nasty.”

His eyes darkened again. He tightened his grip on the rag.

“...He didn't have it when he came back. I noticed that. No one else did. He was talking over everyone, going on about how they snuck by the guards, climbed the walls, picked a lock or two- the usual step-by-step, that's how he was, he liked to explain himself real well, make an epic saga of it…That was right.” He nodded to himself. “...That was right…but it wasn't. 

He swung around one of the columns, and then slithering around the other side of it was Biming, continuing the story right where Bo had left off…She had a nice voice. A clear voice, she was a good singer. That was right.” 

Zhen furrowed her brow, but she wasn't confused. Han saw it, and he nodded again. 

“...Then Biming went around a corner, and back around here's Zimo, continuing where Biming left off. He had a slight limp, but that didn't stop him from being a good pick-pocket. He noted, too, that they had almost got caught because of that lame hoof, but Jun managed to carry him, so they got pretty far in, alright…Jun continued where Zimo left off, and he confirmed it…Jun was a big guy, but a nice guy. He loved Zimo, you know…” 

He bit his lip. He blinked, hard, a couple times. 

“...And then when Jun went into the shadows, out came Nuwa, stepping forward…” 

His breath shuddered. Again he had to blink hard before he could continue. He imitated a hoarse, feminine voice: 

“...’We got in alright, that part was easy. We snuck past the few sleeping guards, and then we came to one of the corridors- probably around the north side. We crept along, searching for the treasure trove…’” 

Han paused. He was shaking. Then he took the longest breath he had taken thus far. When he spoke, the imitation of a feminine voice changed into something harder, colder. 

“...’And then they ran into me.’” 

His voice broke back into its own. “The Chameleon, standing right in our midst, grinning right in my face- I knew. I knew, then…I knew it, I knew it, I knew…She didn't have to string ‘em- she…she didn't have to do anything. I knew.” 

Han wrung the rag between his hands. It was bone-dry at this point. His eyes remained glued to the window, the last rays of sunlight striking the deep brown of his eyes golden- the glare must have been intense, but he seemed blind to it. There was a thick silence, and she saw his lower jaw trembling, heard the softest sound of his teeth chattering together- a nervous reflex. She didn’t know Han could be nervous, or afraid. 

“...Those were my friends, Zhen.” He said, softly. 

Zhen clambered up onto the crate with him, but even then she had to stand on her tip-toes and haul herself up with her paws to see over the edge of the windowsill, to see what he was looking at. 

The sun had set beyond it, now, and she could see the compound that loomed over the city clearly: more than that, in the blue shade the muted colors came out more distinct, and now she saw the slight discoloration on the wall facing their den. She had never seen it before, never noticed it, it had been so weatherworn, scrubbed so perfectly clean…or so it had seemed. 

Her eyes widened. A small gasp escaped her, and she turned to look up at Han. He was looking at her, and he saw she understood. He handed her the rag. 

“And that,” he said, “is why we don’t deal with the Chameleon. That’s the greatest rule of them all, and the one you can only break once. Don’t ever forget that.” 

Then he got down off the box and picked up one of the glass pearls. He held it for a moment, rolling it this way and that in his palm. 

“...Anyway, these still won't cut it. HEY! Everybody! Get your lazy tails back in here-” 

And after that, everything seemed to go back to normal. Han was joking around, making threats and promises and swearing along with everyone else as they polished their goods, though Zhen was certain she wasn’t imagining the slight dampness in the mood. Her eyes kept glancing at the window, at the sliver of wall she could see where she sat, and the story played over in her mind, along with that one rule, more precious than its weight in gold. 

She went to sleep that night still thinking of the stains on the wall, and Han’s chattering teeth. And she wondered to herself: if she messed up, if she did the wrong thing just once, didn’t manage to get away…would it be her face the Chameleon wore when she came back here, while the real Zhen was left hanging?

[ask-ikevamp-charles]

Sweetest Company: Part II

With plans that fill the entire day, the duo set off on their journey. The unaware scientist already begins to receive more than he expected.

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

CW: None :)

Length is not consistent between parts. The amount I write is just what feels right to convey what I want. Every conversation has a reason though, I promise it all comes together once all the parts are done. This is my first time writing in this style/format so I apologize if it's lacking in quality. I've been testing shorter versions of this in previous post. I hope to improve as I write more. Although if it's really bad I'll try something else all together 😂

Faust / Charles / random people - *sounds/emojis(if they come before words)/actions* - < narration > - 💭 inner thoughts 💭 - { 🌙 comments }

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< Early into the fun and already, it seems there’s a slight bump in the road. To drive or not to drive that is… not even a question apparently when Faust happens to be your travel companion >

…

…

So… Tell me again why I’m not driving? 🙃

This isn’t your vehicle, you aren’t a bus driver.

… 🤦🏻‍♂️ Fau-

I already told you not to call me that in public.

*😤-😮‍💨-🙂*

JAN, I meant why do we have to use public transportation when I can drive?!

Do you have a problem with it?

Do you have a problem with me driving???

I hate dealing with drivers because the vast majority are unable to properly use their vehicle. Law enforcement should revoke licenses.

… But… You weren’t going to be the one driving 😑🙃

Passenger seat perspective has the same effect.

*😐🤦🏻‍♂️*

My anger would've ruined your mood, I didn't want to deal with you when you’re upset. My conclusion was that this is best course of action.

*😟… 🤔… 🙂‍↕️* 💭 awwww 🥰 Why can’t he just be honest 😅 he doesn’t have to hide behind a cold front… I’ll make sure he has the best time today!! 😁 he’ll be so happy that next time he’ll only refuse me once instead of 3 times 😌 💭 *🤭👏🏻*

Why are you clapping?

No reason 😊

*🤨🙄😒*

< As they sit back and enjoy the ride, Charles begins to give Faust the run down of all the cafes they'll visit today. He may be excited but Faust begins to doze off. >

Wake me up when we arrive.

Awww you're gonna fall asleep on me?? 🥺 But I wanna show you the places we're going...

There's no need to show me pictures beforehand. I will see them when we get there.

Fau- I mean.. Jaaaaaaannnnn Come on 🥺

I'll be in a sociable mood later if you let me sleep now. Keep me awake and you'll regret it.

Fine 🙂‍↕️

Oh don't be discouraged sweetie 😊

Hm??

My husband is the same way 😅 It's the source of our little disagreements when we're out. It's lessened with time, growing old together has it's benefits 😂

You've been with your husband for a long time??

Yes, together for 30 years married for 25 of those years. I still remember what he said when he proposed to me

what was it?

'I see no point in prolonging this. There is no other woman patient and foolish enough to tolerate me. We're getting married'

That's not a question!! 😂

You're right but that's just how he is, always has been. Had I rejected the proposal, he would've respected my decision. I was happy with it because it was the perfect reflection of who he is, and I love him, flaws and all. I would've been disappointed with a flowery proposal.

That sounds lovely 😊 If you don't mind me asking.. what is love?

My dear that question has as many answers as there are people in the world. There are also many different forms of love. There is no one right answer, however there are many wrong answers, or rather, many misinterpretations.

Oh I see 😞

Not the response you wanted hm? How about this... though there are many different kinds of love I believe at their core, they're all warm.

Warm?

It's hard to explain, but it's the kind of warmth you never get tired of even on bad days, it's a warmth that feels like home, it makes you smile and then you feel all fuzzy... That's rather abstract, I'm sorry.

No no, it's okay! Thank you for answering my question 😊

Of course dear 😊 Oh! This is my stop. Don't worry so much about love, it's not something you should look for. It'll find you, and who knows, maybe you're surrounded by love and you just haven't noticed. Take care and have a wonderful day!

Thank you! You too! 😄 ... Faust did you hear all that? Faust? Ahh you're still asleep... I'll have to wake you soon 😊

< Faust had indeed heard the entire conversation, but he wasn't sure how to respond to any questions Charles may have. Feigning sleep, he continues to ponder the lady's words as well as Charles's continuous search... It's been so many years, yet Charles remains trapped in the same cycle, not yet accepting how cold and hallow it is. All he can do is continue to be there for his lost companion. >

💭 Ahhh hypocrisy... 💭

< The final thoughts of the man before deep sleep swallowed him whole... Both in their own world, they wait for their stop >

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We’re here!! 😁👏🏻

Where’s the place?

Well there’s several within the area, all walking distance so we should be good 😊

Fine with me. Is that one first?

Hm? Starbucks? Well… it wasn’t on my list, you can find one on basically every corner… but if you’re interested we can go in!

I see 🤔 is the quality not good?

Ehhh depends on the location 🤔 but that’s not the reason I don’t have it. From what I’ve gathered it’s nothing special. Apparently the desserts there are-

Excuse me! *young woman shyly approaches*

Hm?

Yes?

I have a question…

Sure! 😄

Oh🤨 No no, obviously not you, I meant for him.

Ahhh… right I’m sorry 🙂

* 🤨🙄😒 *

So I was just wondering, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

… 😶😧🤯🫣

… 😑🙄 did it hurt when you tripped?

I’m sorry?

When you crossed the street, you tripped, did you injure yourself?

What??

Do you lack comprehension skills? 🙄

What’s wrong with you?? It’s just a pick up line! So rude! 😠

It's my natural state of being. 😌

Go to hell!

I own a private residence there. 😈

Screw you! *walks away pissed off*

… 👀🤯👏🏻😁 Wow! That was funny! But don’t you think you were a little harsh.

She was rude.

She was? I don’t know, she came up to us pretty nicely 🤔 and she tried to put on her best cute face when using the pick up line 😂

💭 She was rude to you 😒 💭 … 😐🤦🏻‍♂️🙄 Let’s keep going Charles

Okie! 😄

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So.. mochas, macchiatos, lattes, flat whites, shaken espresso, iced coffee, americano, cold brews, cappuccinos, frappuccinos...?

Mmmm that's good enough 😅 pick a drink!

Coffee

Oh come on!! 🤦🏻‍♂️

Iced coffee

Just get this...

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Welcome! May I take your order?

Yes, I'll have a medium caramel frappuccino

Grande caramel frapp, anything else?

Medium

Yes I got it

You-

Ahhh yeahhhh and I'll get your... *finishes ordering*

< Of the many things to be explained from Starbucks, the entire menu may not have been the most important for first timer Faust... >

*follows Faust to sit outside* I'm sorry!!! Please accept my apology 🥺

You took 20 minutes to show me the entire menu yet never managed to glaze over their size system.

Why does it matter?? She knew what you meant

*😑😒* ...

Please don't ignore me 🥺 Food doesn't taste as good when you're upset or alone

... too sweet...

What?

The drink you suggested is too sweet. Paired with the sweet desserts I don't think I can tolerate more.

Ohhh 😕... Here, switch with me 😊 mine's not as sweet

What's this?

Matcha creme frapp 😁 I heard someone inside say it was good. Do you like it?

It's certainly less sweet

Good! 😊

I can't eat anymore desserts though, they're all too sweet and heavy.

I thought you might say that... here, I ordered this just for you. Ham and cheese croissant!

Take half, we both need something to remove this taste.

Thanks! ... By the way, you've been feeding Marshmallow right?

Why are you bringing that up?

Well I haven't seen the little guy since Lord Vlad left

... I'm sure he's fine

Ohhh you haven't fed him at all have you?? 🫢 Wait!! Of course not! You didn't remember Lord Vlad wasn't home until I told you today... He's going to be really upset if something happened to Marshie

He's a fox, hunting should come naturally

... 😐 Marshie hasn't had to hunt for years, he's a pet fox, not a wild one

Vlad shouldn't have told me when I was asleep, poor pet parenting.

Faust... 😕

* thump 🫀 thump * Let's go back to the castle.

What?!

I'm going to be killed for this anyway but I should at least die with a clean conscience.

I don't think that's possible for you... Ah!! WAIT!! STOP!! I... There's something I have to say..

What? 🤨

I... Well... Lord Vlad also asked me to feed Marshmallow... He noticed you were still half asleep and knew you wouldn't remember the conversation... I've been taking care of him...

...

I'm sorry!! I just wanted to see how you'd react 😔 I shouldn't have done that...

* 😐🙄😒 ... starts walking down the street *

* 🥺😞... *

What are you waiting for?

Wha..?

I don't know the location of the next cafe you wanted to see.

But what about-

I'm not going to repeat myself.

Ahhh 😧 ... I'm coming! 😄

💭 Faust... you're the best 🥹🥰 I'll have to text Lord Vlad 😂 💭

💭 I should ignore this... Hmm... Ah, I have several new concoctions to test out... Thank you for volunteering Charles. Next week is going to be productive 😌 💭

< Faust always underestimates Charles's willingness to help his experiments, it may not come off as punishment. And why does Charles need to text Vlad? They say patience is a virtue, how will the rest of the day test that? >

{ Part III will be on Faust blog - All 4 parts will be linked when done }

{ Taglist: @candied-boys }

[yoshikoooo]

Scaramouche and Kazuha  AS YOUR BROTHER! HC

Kill me romantically~

No, Im seriously worried about your mental health if he was your brother.

Hearing loud thuds at night and a scream of profanity is now normal to you. 'He is obviously losing on his game' . You rolled your eyes and went back to sleep.

Your brother is not much of a sweet type of brother.

Rather an egocentric one.

He obviously doesn’t like it when someone other than him gets to be presumptuous around you. Knowing Scaramouche, Once they get on his nerves, He would obviously do some tricks to lure them out and Beat the heck out of them. also, he wont forget to vent his undying anger on them. 

" You assholes! Wasting my time here! And there! If you guys had some sense and didn't pick on her then this wouldn't have happened! " 

He said furiously while kicking their stomach.

You obviously know how lunatic Your damn brother is and Knowing that, You still dare to pick fights with him. Go bad bitch, go bad bitch, Go.

On that note, You guys are seriously Fighting 24/7. There wasn't a day wherein the both of you didn't fight. He even called you ugly when you were a newborn baby. The auDaCiTy...

Mother gave up on Easing the fight. Its just not worth her time anymore. Too tired of the same bullsh*t everyday.

Once the both of you are outside, A Beautiful facade is shown. The smile you gave to each other and Giggles while talking on your way to school would make the passerbys think that the both of you were simply having some sweet sibling moments.

When IN FACT. You guys were arguing who gets to play tonights Ps4.

Curses and Inappropriate words were heard from the both of you, although none of the people passing by could hear it because it was so faint.

The fact that both of you were smiling while arguing like mad dogs is insane. I congratulate you.

"Oi, How stupid can you be? Can't you see that it's my turn on the Ps4 LATER?"

His hostile tone is something to make you furrow your eyebrows.

'This crazy small piece of sht.'

You thought as you smiled widely.

"This damn brother of mine is too old to know that It was my turn today. How pitiful it is to be old, Ah~ its okay Being forgetful, But In that age of yours, I think You should worry about your height more."

You said still on your sweet smile while your brother was about to snap, His height was something you shouldn't have mentioned perhaps..?

"Hah? Are you forgetting Your height Y/n? You're smaller than me, How could a bratty little beansprout like you have the right to judge my fucking height?"

His eyes are somewhat turning of a glare, this facade of yours is now breaking. And the walk to school is about to end as You can see the gate from afar.

"Hm? Don't mind my height, Girls are usually shorter anyway, So I clearly DONT.MIND.IT— but dear Brother~ Men have a different standard on heights, I was simply bringing it up and I didn't think it would hurt you this much, huhu~ My apologies. "

You said clearly in a sarcastic tone, Making you run your way up to the school when you noticed he stopped walking.

'Crap.. gotta run fast'

You said to yourself as you ran at full speed, Only to look back to see your dear brother running after you with a glare, Making You try to run faster.

"Hah?! Oi! You dipshit! Get back here!"

You heard him scream furiously, Making you look back and laugh awkwardly.

" haha...Brother, Who in the world is an idiot that would Stop running if you're holding a fucking knife??"

You

A Gentle guy here.

He's definitely the best brother. Literally.

Calm and Cool unlike the other one up there.

He loves to sing, Making your day always twice the better.

Not to mention, he can also play the guitar and other instruments.

Everyday is a day full of melody whenever you're with him.

He sometimes would recite poems and haiku out of nowhere, Making you stuck on it for hours till you finally get what it means.

Embracing nature is his favorite. He would often ask you if You want to come with him to visit a park nearby.

He is so elegant to the point wherein You sometimes question yourself If you are both really siblings.

His soft side is one thing, But You did once saw his bad side when a person tried to do something malicious towards you. You heard how His once soft and Calm voice somehow turned into a whisper of a grim reaper who would mercilessly take lives..

He is over protective. Periodt.

He doesn't want any bugs around you.

And Whenever you're down or in a bad mood, He would always come to you and ask in a very VERY soft tone.

"Y/n... would you Mind if you share with me of what is troubling you? Hm.. I may not be of much help, But I certainly would do my best."

A very soft smile is pasted on his face and his angelic voice is heard enough to make that anger inside you to disappear like a trace of smoke. You hesitated but gave a sigh and looked at your brother .

"You see.. there is this classmate of mine... I didn't do anything to him yet He makes fun of me out of nowhere. To the point that I'm irritated with it."

You said in a voice clearly Tired of what you were having trouble on. You felt a warm hand on your head, making you look at your brother Who obviously is concerned.

"Although, My friends did say that Maybe he just liked me and was simply seeking for attention. Which I don't clearly believed cause who would do that?"

You rolled your eyes and sigh once again. You noticed how The concerned look your brother had disappeared in an instant.

"Y/n, do you find him Troublesome?"

He simply asked as he smiled like usual.

"Of course, I do! I find Him annoying too! How he would play with my hair and touch my stuff! Ugh~ Just even remembering him makes my blood boil!"

You vented out while your brother giggled.

"My, my, Don't be like that, There is no reason for someone like him to stay on your mind y/n. People always do unnecessary things to get something they surely won't have, And I do too feel that It is wrong of him to touch your belongings, but Being grumpy won't do you any good so Its better to forget about him, So.. Why don't you eat some ice cream on the fridge, Its your favorite flavor after all. Let us ease your anger, shall we?"

Your brother kazuha Said as he patted your head softly making you nod in excitement.

"really?? If that is the case Then I'll be going first.... -ah! I forgot to tell you this.. "

You stopped and looked at your brother who looked at you confused.

" thank you for listening to me. "

You said as you head out of the room leaving kazuha alone. He smiled widely agreeing that his sister is the cutest and kindest in the world.

After a while ,The bright smile faded and a dark demeanor filled him.

"Yes....Its better to forget about him y/n... "

He smiled widely as if Trains of wonderful ideas are coming straight to his head.

Days had passed since you told your brother about that guy and you clearly noticed how different it is after you told your brother about it. Days are now back to being peaceful. You even wondered if Your brother is secretly a saint.

...

'hmm...? That guy is not showing up to bully me today either, or Do I even see him around the campus... '

You sigh in relief. As you thought that The guy finally gave up on you when in fact it's not.

[mismess]

So what’s your ocs story? (Kage and friends I mean)

MY LITTLE GUYS Hm Well the ones in the pictures are Kage, Mayo(the shorter blond one) and Kanomi, they are all students at a wacky school in a story me and my friends came up with like 15 years ago. It has evolved over the years but a lot of it is just whatever silly shit we wanna throw in there, so really the story is just kinda goofy slice of life stuff. They are currently working at a cafe, and also are kinda stuck in a time loop that restarts the entire 4 years of school, sorry guys no graduation for you.

Kage is a guy just trying to get through life, lives with his irresponsible older brother, is rather indifferent to everything happening around him and kinda just goes along with whatever. Which is probably why he is continuously in a very wishy-washy sort of relationship sort of not relationship with his friend/crush/??? Karin. He was held back a year so he's a year older than most his friends.

Mayo was a gifted kid who was able to skip a year of school so he's a year younger than most his friends, as it goes tho he inevitably got burnout and hasn't really ever sprung back from that. A bit neurotic but mostly anxious only further fueled by the fact they are also the owner of a big insurance company due to their father unexpectedly passing away and handing it down to him in the will.

Kanomi is a goofy, loud and a bit sarcastic 2000's-esque emo gurl, formerly mentioned Karin's best friend and notoriously always late for everything. Not much is known about her home life as she keeps most personal stuff close to her chest, she would much rather avoid those silly personal talks and get straight to goofing off! Would probably be considered a slacker in school, not exactly winning the top student award. Probably has a tumblr, definitely had a deviantart account.

These are my main characters of the story, there's a bunch more of mine and ones that are my friends OCs(like Karin @laramiejr, and my friend who is not really on tumblr), we all barely post about them tho lmao

Once again way longer than I thought this would be lol THANKS FOR ASKING BOUT MY OCS HEE HEE 😊

[bigtreefest]

Let's do 23 and 38 for Handiwork!Curtis and reader, please and thank you! 💜

Kris! Thank you so much for sending this in! I’m elated to answer, and honestly, it’s something I hadn’t thought of before. This is longer than I anticipated (what else is new?) so answers below the cut:

From the Handiwork Series

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

I’d say one of the first ones is playfulness. From what we’ve seen so far already (which isn’t too much😬), they’re both very easygoing when around each other and love a good joke. As time goes on, I hope we see them rag on each other a little more as Cherry helps to bring Curtis out of his shell some. I also think, as we’ll see very soon, trust is HUGE and goes hand-in-hand with honesty. Right off the bat, Curtis is honest with her about what it takes to fix her truck, and doesn’t claim a bunch of other things like another mechanic probably would. And then Curtis wants to make sure she’s safe, going as far as requesting Edgar to walk her home and driving her home, himself. From the very beginning, she has no doubts on Curtis’s intentions, even asking for him to give her a ride with only feelings of safety and no hesitations from hardly knowing him yet.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Hm, see, this is tricky because I think there are many layers to it. I think Cherry is one to be more outwardly vocal about her temper. If someone gets on her nerves or is especially awful, I don’t think she’ll be afraid to say it to their face, or even tell those around her, nearly unprompted. She’s gotta be tough and assertive in her job, so she’ll yell, pretty easily, if she has to. As for Curtis, we’ve seen a little bit of what his temper could look like, but not much. And now that I think about it, he’s pretty patient. He likes to gather all the facts before making a final judgement and acting. You can see he gets a little annoyed and closed off at first around Bucky, but then once he really gets to know him, they become good friends. Now, Curtis got into his fair share of fights in high school, but none of them really had to do with him. It was more of a ‘Cole started it, so I finished it to protect Jake’ sort of thing since Curtis had evaluated Cole as worth punching and Jake as worth protecting. That changed as time went on, though, so Curtis still doesn’t forgive Jake and therefore, both will experience a shorter temper from him, but still probably 70% of the patience he just naturally has.

Now if we’re talking about with each other, this is an entirely different beast. But…actually, is it? I think Cherry gains a patience with him she doesn’t have for the general public, and Curtis’s grows deeper, as well. The thing is, though, I think she also get scared to tell him when she’s upset about something, instead closing off and expecting him to decipher it. Curtis isn’t into the cryptic messages as much, so he struggles with that and begs for a conversation. And when he’s upset, I think he’ll come out and say it, not raising his voice if he can help it, but sometimes it can escalate beyond both of their control. This is on very rare occasions, though. So it may as well not happen.

But all of that yapping through my answer finally figuring out the dynamic to say: Cherry on 90% or more of occasions. 😅

Referring to this Ship Ask Game

[valentinehorrors]

I'm not a vessel for your good intent

(CW: Mikey POV, gore, manipulation, Casey isn't doing well)

Where there's a shadow, there's Mikey. As much as he found her annoying, he had to admit it was quite nice to always have an eye on his favorite plaything. Even while keeping up his mask around his brothers, watching Crognard the barbarian with one eye while the other observed as a certain red head talked to his pet.

"You know, you could've told me. I would've understood you two wanting to keep it secret." The girl attempted to comfort Casey, the two currently in the barn while Casey worked on the old car that had been stored there. Both he and Donnie had been working on it as of late.

Hm.

That was a familiar feeling. He did not appreciate it being aimed towards his own brother.

"If only you could kill someone who looked like Donatello to handle those pesky feelings." Annabeth oh so graciously mocked from the deepest, darkest, depths of his mind. Unfortunately, she's become much harder to tune out, Mikey attributes it to how often he uses her abilities to spy on Casey.

"Keep telling yourself that, brat."

...

It doesn't hurt to be cautious.

"Better." He would be a fool to ignore it, as much as he hates feeding her ego, these new developments are... alarming. Still, the only thing he can do now is make a note of it.

Ah, he got distracted, good thing his toy was an expert learner. He's worn the mask Mikey made for him very well on his own.

"Well, I was just, nervous I guess..." Casey accurately portrayed said nervousness, fueled by a very truthful anxiety of knowing he was being carefully watched and was already on thin ice. " You know I ain't exactly perfect... Like, I'm not like, homophobic or anything."

"Obviously." The girl added with a touch of humor, offering a comforting smile, albeit tinged with embarrassment. "Still, heh, would've been nice to know..." Her cheeks flushed with the humiliating memory of her foolish confession.

"Yeah... sorry, again. I should'a just told ya instead of, uh, running away like that." Casey hissed as he accidentally pinched his finger with some mechanical parts of the car, sliding out from underneath it to inspect the damage while also taking the opportunity to allow his spine to crack and pop as he arched his back. "I just... Freaked, I guess? All this stuff is still new to me and... I don't wanna, fuck it up with Mike, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. Still, I'm kinda surprised that Mikey's that good at keeping a secret like that." Oh, she had no idea. Mikey knew that Casey thought the same thing during his hesitation before he replied.

"Eh, it's mainly cuz I told him to. He's... different in private, I guess."

"I'll take your word for it, I'm sure you make each other very happy." April smiled, completely unaware that Casey had been unable to look her in the eye even once before he wheeled himself back under the car.

It was a small price to pay, reveal the smallest and most harmless part of the truth to cover up for his pet's mistake. After all, it was the only thing to logically explain such a dramatic overreaction from Casey's end. Even if she slipped up and told his brothers, it was something easy to adjust his mask to. Casey may need a touch more guidance when it came to his, but nothing the two of them couldn't handle.

Speaking of Casey being able to handle something.

It had happened just the night before, their little deal, Mikey's catharsis. What an obedient pet Casey became when he knew it was needed. And cathartic indeed, Mikey reveled in being able to tear apart someone who looked so much like April. Casey picked well, if it wasn't for how she was slightly shorter, with hair a touch more curly than April's, he would've thought he was killing the real one.

And how treasured that memory was.

Casey's wide, traumatized eyes, staring at the gruesome scene as Mikey's stared back. Taking in the tears that streamed from the human's eyes, more gorgeous than any waterfall he could ever witness. What a treat it was, watching as those eyes went from pure horror to numb, the tears only stopping after the vigilante physically couldn't continue. The best part was when he never looked away. Yes, Mikey had made him watch initially, when the girl's face was still recognizable, but he'd let him go eventually. It was a delight to see Casey's gaze never leave the mutant as he tore apart his prey, flesh tearing from bone, limbs being torn off and neatly folded in ways the joints didn't allow to bend.

Mikey had kept eye contact as he worked at the head of his food, tearing off annoying scalp to slurp up the soft fleshy material behind tough skull. There was no word other than fascination to describe the dark curiosity that took over Casey's numb eyes. He was observing, much like Mikey did to him. The vigilante watched closely as Mikey bit into skull as though it was stale bread, the mutant saw Casey's eyes trace each fang as he easily got through the toughest bones in the human body.

Well that was different, and so very delicious. He almost seemed broken. Almost. He could taste it, the diminishing shreds of Casey's sanity. The light of hope and dark positivity simply turned dark. There was still much left in him to break but how far had he come. So very delicious as Casey took a handful of purplish red meat and eyed it curiously. Mikey had been deep in his feeding, and his knee-jerk reaction to his food being disturbed was to growl, a demand to give him back his prey. He wasn't expecting for Casey to the reach his hand out in offering.

It was the closest thing to truly vulnerable that Mikey allowed Casey to do. Instead of simply snatching the meat back, he had slowly crawled over, keeping eye contact with the human as his carnivore teeth got very close to Casey's hand.

Mikey allowed his pet to feed him.

Perhaps it was a bit too vulnerable, as Mikey could've sworn his own cheeks felt a tad warmer than usual. And yet, he allowed as Casey took another piece of his food, a lung this time, and once again he was fed.

He truly had no other word to describe how he had felt other than vulnerable. So very vulnerable. And yet, he allowed it to continue. Casey fed him handful after handful of human flesh, and Mikey licked his hand clean. During the process they had gotten close enough that Casey was going to need quite the cleanup afterwards, which he did. But that moment was near bliss, there was a time when he had thought it was a very bad idea to allow Casey so close when he fed, but this? He wanted it to last eternity, just Casey feeding him while he smiled down at him, a bloody mess on the human's lap. It was deeply intimate in a way Mikey didn't know he craved, satiating any desire to eat Casey right there and then.

It was bloody, it was delicious, it was euphoria.

"Hey guys!" Mikey was snapped back to the present by a certain redhead as she walked into the living room, the creaking floorboards adding to her loud entrance.

While they all greeted her, Mikey made sure to add a bit more enthusiasm to his own greeting, adding a wider smile and passing a knowing look to April that she reciprocated, now understanding that Casey is very very very taken. If only he could be more... aggressive in his assertion, however this will need to stay in his fantasies. Mikey would be a fool to not lay out another string to someone that could turn out to be very useful. Since April believes she's been allowed in to such a grand secret, she's sure to believe there's a tad more trust between the three of them.

Like the fool she is.

"You guys finish making that grocery list? Me and Casey are going to be going out soon."

"Going out?" Donnie asked much too quickly, Mikey's sure that even Annabeth cringed. Said taller turtle quickly overcorrected once April gave him a confused look, "I-I mean, yeah! Duh! Groceries! Yeah, uh." He chuckles nervously as he nearly trips over his own feet walking over to her "I could, um, come with? Like, just in case you guys might need back up or something?"

"I... don't really see why? It's just a grocery run." April shrugged as Donnie tried to come up with another excuse.

"Mikey, do me a favor." The oldest of the three, leaned over to whisper to the youngest. "Don't do that." He proceeded to gesture towards their bumbling brother as he continued to stutter his way through awkward excuses to tag along. Trying to throw out any and every excuse that's not just blatantly saying that he wants to make sure Casey and April don't grow any closer.

Oh Raph, if only you knew.

"Don't worry bro, I'm not a neeeerrrrdddd." He whispered back before gasping dramatically "Yo! Did you see that sick move?! Crognard is the best!!!!" His loud exclamation interrupted the bumbling idiocy happening behind them. As expected.

"Anyway," April the continued, "You don't have to worry Don, we're miles from any kraang anything. You can rest easy, It'll just be a quick run." She offered a small smile, a hand on Donnie's shoulder in an attempt to soothe his nerves. If only Donnie could read more into her insistence to not worry. There is no competition in his way.

Come to think of it, if those two were to get together, it could benefit his little game. Even help lay out strings for that brat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He obnoxiously raised and flailed his hand as he threw himself on the couch, closer to the painful exchange. "What about candy! And snacks! AND PIZZA!" Faking a sparkle of excitement in his eyes was second nature at this point, easy to manage even while using one eye to keep watch over his pet.

A delightful sight indeed, Casey was currently curled up in the barn were he and April were just talking. Mikey could only imagine the amount of thoughts that were whizzing through his mind, he knew the human was just as surprised as he was at what had occurred the night prior. He was trembling, hugging himself tightly as he carefully breathed, no doubt trying to avoid hyperventilating.

"Well, we'll have to see what they have. Not a lot of stores around the area so we'll have to take what we can get." April paused, seeing the false sparkle and chuckling warmly, "But I'll try my best." She promised with an insulting pat to his head.

He wanted to bite it off, how fucking dare she touch him.

Casey stopped trembling, seems he made peace with whatever was in his mind. Wait.

Was that...? Laughing?

Yes, there was no mistaking it, Casey was softly giggling to himself, his head in his hands.

"Okay!" Mikey beamed "I trust you! Don't let me down Apr-eroni!"

She giggled before turning to Donnie who cleared his throat. "Um, well, let's give the kitchen a once-over to see what we need. I can help." His gap-toothed smile screamed desperation.

"Hey Mike..." His attention instantly got brought back to his pet. "I know you're watching, I'm really stuck with you aren't I?" There was something so delightfully broken about his voice as he leaned back against the car. They both knew the answer to that.

Casey let his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling, hair falling out of his eyes to reveal that something dark has begun to take hold. His smile blessed with a touch of insanity as he sighed "Well shit, might as well go with the flow... I gotta be honest, up till last night, I thought maybe I had some chance of like, keeping a hold of ya or something..." He snickered to himself. "Fuckin stupid, am I right?"

Yes. Very.

"Hope ya forgive me for thinking that..." He took in a deep breath before then stretching, cracking joints once again. "I wonder... If it'd be that easy... For you to eat me, I mean..." His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, fingers lingering and trailing over the veins of his neck, his collarbone. Was he trying to tease him?

Wait, he actually might. Especially considering the dark smile still laid upon his lips. Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

Casey was teasing Mikey about eating him.

What an idiot.

What a moron.

What a fool.

What a fucking tease.

"Anyway, you got a mask to keep up, probably shouldn't be distracting ya too much." He laughed with a trickster's intent as he stood. "If you can still watch me from across Manhattan, I'm guessing you can still watch me while I head out with April. Hope so anyway..."

He hopes so? Oh yes, his dear and precious pup, no need to worry. There is nowhere Casey can go where Mikey won't be able to follow.

"Mikey?" Once again he was snapped back to his mask. Looks like he had acted on auto-pilot, once again sat in front of the TV. The concerned voice came from Raph. "Hey, you good? Spaced out there for a sec."

A flip of the switch, wide smiles, sparkling, innocent eyes. "Yeah! Was just thinkin! What if Crognard had to fight, like, a pizza monster! And then! They had a giant pizza party but-!"

"Nope. That's enough, I can feel my brain cells shrinking." Raph rolled his eyes, annoyance with the care for the youngest he refuses to show tinged in the way the edge of his mouth twitches, wanting to smile fondly.

He made his mask falter. Casey successfully made his mask falter. There had only been one time before when Casey tried to tease him while his mask was up. Not only had it been an unsuccessful attempt, Mikey swiftly educated Casey on why it was a very stupid thing to do. And yet, not only did he try again, he succeeded. He wasn't sure whether to remind him of his place or be impressed. Or the third option of simply enjoying how far he's pushed Casey's psyche.

Hm, perhaps all three, he'll decide later. It would be wise to focus more on his mask, just to be sure that it won't happen a second time.

True to his unsaid promise, he made sure to keep an eye on Casey at all times when the time came, both humans leaving on a journey for groceries. Casey was the one driving, focusing on the road while April gave directions to the nearest convenience store which was still quite aways from the house.

"Dramatic much?" Shut up.

Casey still hadn't looked April in the eye, hell, he barely looked at her at all. And that dark look in his eye hadn't completely left. April seemed uneasy, she could tell that something was off. Hm, he'd have to coach him better the more deteriorated his mind gets.

"So..." April carefully began, "You and Mikey..."

"Yeah."

The tension that suddenly made itself known was almost comedic. The awkward silence felt much longer than it actually was.

"Um... Are things gonna be... weird now?" April shifted anxiously in her seat, eyes roaming everywhere. It was a joy to see her so uncomfortable.

"Weird? Whattaya mean?" He casually replied, leaned back with one hand on the wheel. Casey was the picture of casual and relaxed, but one look into those eyes and she would see that something was indeed very wrong. It almost felt like Casey himself was aware of this, considering his lack of eye contact with the girl.

"Well, just, ya know. You seem, kinda off since the whole thing. I mean-"

"What do you mean? We were just talking about it in the barn, I'm just..." Believable hesitation, very good. The touch of gaslighting is appreciated, squash the doubt quickly and swiftly. "It's just new to me, and I don't wanna fuck things up with Mike. I've been with girls before, this is all new to me."

April seemed appropriately embarrassed, "W-Well, yeah, I get that. But I just don't want our friendship to be weird."

"It'll only be weird if you make it weird, which you kind of are, Red." Casey risked a look at April to prove his point. Presumably, he took after Mikey in knowing that she was going to look away in embarrassment.

"I... Sorry, sorry, no you're right, I'm the one being weird about it." She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, picking at a loose strand of fabric. Her cheeks were lightly flushed with shame, humbled, uncomfortable, and ashamed? Mikey may just forgive a punishment for Casey, witnessing this was a treat.

"It's whatever." Casey sighed, focusing on the road again. "We're almost there yeah? Let's just get what we need, head back, and nothing will be different okay?"

April nodded as she offered a small smile "Right yeah, nothing weird happened, everything is okay."

"Right." Casey nodded as well, in control of the narrative. Mikey could not accurately express how proud he was. His pup learned very well.

"I might be sick." He was in such a good mood from what he was witnessing that even a certain annoying demon couldn't phase him.

The store they had found was... Well, it was a store. The paint flaked off of the walls, what was once a strong blue was now washed out from years of neglect. The sign wasn't even readable, bird fecal matter, rain, dirt and time only allowing the '24/7' to be seen. The windows had a clear line where they had been repeatedly cleaned, the edges showed the years of scum and dirt despite the mostly clean centers.

Through said windows, a single human could be spotted inside, nearly asleep at the register. That plus the somehow still functioning neon 'open' sign, signaled that it was indeed, open.

Both teens paused before just heading in, Mikey kept his eye in Casey's shadow, traveling just beside him. Despite the exterior of the store, the inside was surprisingly neat and organized.

"Oh shit," The man at the counter startled, nodding to them as a greeting, he looked to be around his late forties. He had a decent amount of muscle on him, he'd be quite the meal.

What was interesting was how Casey looked the man up and down as he also nodded in greeting. Was he coming to the same conclusion? Of course April was none the wiser, simply looking at the list she had brought along as she searched the neat shelves. She also didn't notice as Casey slowed his step, staying up by the register.

While April wandered towards the very back of the store, Casey casually browsed near the man who didn't seem to be fully paying attention. The bags under the man's eyes communicated a clear lack of sleep, besides that, he seemed healthy. There was... Something, about how Casey kept glancing at the man. Something that stirred a familiar feeling at the core of Mikey's being.

And then Casey glanced at his own shadow.

Wait.

Was it on purpose?

From within the relatively quiet confines of the chicken coop, was where one certain mutant sat, his full attention given to his pet. As the realization washed over him, he couldn't resist the demented that snuck onto his lips. His pet had learned well after all.

"I'm surprised you aren't considering punishing him even more severely."

"And why exactly would I do that?" Mikey rolled his eyes, head falling back against the wooden wall. His one present eye briefly darting to the chickens whose home he just invaded while seeking privacy. The prey birds could sense the metaphorical fox and were currently crowded in the farthest corner from him. How comedic.

"He's using you."

"Using me is a strong phrase. He simply correctly assumed I was listening, correctly assumed I would follow him, and correctly assumed that if he pointed the gun, I would be content to pull the trigger. He learned well, why would I punish him for that?"

He shifted focus back to the topic of discussion, who was currently conversing with the cashier.

"Insubordination!" Annabeth replied with all the pearl clutching shock she could muster.

"Ooh, big word. Congratulations." Mikey replied with his own lack of emotion. "Please relocate your feelings of deciding to be an annoyance to another time, I'm sure I have some spots in my schedule for 'fuck you' days from today." He tried to shift to be at least somewhat more comfortable amidst the hay and lack of leg room.

"You know, I never liked you. But at least I respected how you conduct this game of yours."

"And I should be flattered? As though I've ever respected or cared about any of your opinions. Now shush, I can't hear what they're saying." Oh, he did not like how Casey was leaning over the counter, they were both laughing. Casey's was so obviously fake in his laughter, yet the man's was genuine.

"Yeah... My wife's a real bitch sometimes, never stops bitchin about the kids, bitchin about me, bitchin about the store. What a stupid bitch." Well, Casey knows how to pick them it seems.

Casey chuckled as he rested his chin on his own hand "Damn, that sucks. She should get off your ass for once, I ain't married but living with her," He pointed at the still clueless April, finding items at the back of the store, "annoying as hell. I getcha."

The man nodded in agreement, looking Casey up and down, "Yeah... What team you batting for?" He suddenly whispered.

Casey smiled like a cat who's caught his mouse "Yours. If you want."

This little shit. Mikey could vaguely hear the chickens panicking from their corner.

"Sounds punishment worthy to me."

"Shut it." Mikey hissed, unable to contain anger filled laughter. He was still able to stay quiet enough that he wouldn't be noticed if one of his brothers decided to come searching for him. At least Casey chose well, good muscle on his soon to be prey and not too old. He'll make a fine meal.

The man got out a piece of paper, scribbling on it before passing it to Casey, mouthing 'Call me later.' Casey quickly snatched it and straightened his back, shoving the paper into his pocket. As April made her way over, Casey quickly took a handful of candy from around the counter and threw it on.

"Want one?" He asked as he looked over at April, holding up one of the candies.

April laid out the groceries on the counter as she looked over at the candy "Hmm... Grab me some sour skittles."

Casey nodded, as he reached for aforementioned candy, he looked into his shadows. If Mikey didn't know any better, he'd say that Casey could see the mutant watching him. That dark glimmer in his eyes conveying everything they need to.

Yes, it was all on purpose.

His darling pup is bribing him with food to soothe his ire. Now how could he stay mad at that?

"Mikey! Hello?! Mikey!" Raph.

It's fine, he saw everything Casey wanted him to see. He pulled his gaze out of the shadows, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, flipping his mask back on.

He couldn't wait for him and Casey to have a talk that night.

The woods were becoming a familiar and welcome environment, something about it appealed to his predatory nature just as he thought it would initially. It was nice to see the twinkling stars, much brighter than what one could ever see in the city. The quiet was, to an extent, nice as well, only the occasional sounds of crickets, frogs, and whatever other wildlife roamed.

Within these seemingly peaceful woods, a monster and his victim met once again.

"So." Casey started speaking before Mikey had even revealed himself. "I know you're still kinda mad, had a feeling you would be. So! I thought," the human paced in a circle, any outsider would see him and think he was insane, not inaccurate but still, "what was that old saying? The best way to a guy is through his stomach or somethin like that?" Casey paused, shrugged, then continued his pacing. "Whatever it was, I know ya babe! And yeah, yeah, I know you just ate yesterday buuuuut, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind. Especially this guy, plus he's a dick, think his family'll thank us for getting rid of the guy-"

Despite his seemingly confident tone, he was still struck with sweet fear as Mikey appeared from the shadows and grabbed his wrist, pulling him close. Mikey paused, gladly drinking up the momentary fear in the human's eyes before clashing their mouths against one another, practically ripping his mask off and tossing it on the ground.

Their kiss was aggressive, far more teeth than anything else, and Mikey delighted in how Casey started trying to bite at him.

Mikey was the one to pull away first, chuckling. "You're sooner to chip any left over teeth you have than to draw blood from me, pet~"

"Aw, so I can't taste you like you can taste me?~" Casey held one of Mikey's hands, awkwardly intertwining their fingers.

"Be still my beating heart. You got me fresh food and you're indulging in my tastes? What exactly triggered such a change of heart?" Mikey asked despite knowing full well why. Planting a kiss to Casey's jaw.

Casey chuckled dryly "Well... Let's just say I... Realized some stuff."

Mikey hummed in reply as he planted kiss after kiss on Casey's jaw and neck, causing delightful shivers from the human. "Regardless..." Mikey suddenly stopped, pulling away enough to grab Casey's face by his cheeks and dragging him down, eyes glowing a bright enough blue that even Mikey could see the glow against Casey's skin, his teeth morphing to sharp fangs. "Don't forget who's the one in charge, have I not already emphasized my feelings regarding endangering my mask? Raph caught me spacing out. I'll forgive you for using my lessons against me this once. Be more thoughtful about time and a place in the future, dog~"

Casey smiled "Message received... So, want me to call the guy?" He dug through his pockets and pulled out the sliver of paper from earlier.

"Very much so. Now." Mikey commanded, earning a giggle from Casey.

His attitude hadn't changed much, but his true change hid in subtler ways. The lack of hesitation and carefulness in teasing Mikey back, the mirrored lack of stability in Casey's eyes and smile. Mikey greedily took all of it in, his beautiful broken pet.

Well, not fully broken, not yet.

[gllrimes]

“Miss me?”

Content warnings: steamy makeout session, grinding, open sex, degrading, three way, face fucking?, ass slapping (only hands, nothing more), slight edging, daddy kink?, face slapping, pet name usage, praise kink, unprotected p in v, I'm not sure what else. Just very smutty.

Pairings: Negan Smith x oc x oc (I don't own the ocs, I'm writing this specifically for my friends. Ocs names are Luna (main oc) and Jorja/Jo (second oc).)

Summary: Negan had came back to the sanctuary after being gone for a bit around Rick's group. He came back to a pleasant surprise of not one girl, but two girls around, one of which he knew well and the other? A friend. What happens next? You'll find out.. !!NOT PROOFREAD, FIRST TIME WRITING!!

A/n: hey guys!! I'll upload a masterslist soon! here's my first ever writing (besides in a roleplay..) hope you enjoy!!

Luna knew those foot steps as soon as she heard them. The stomping of his boots. She memorized that stuff easily, especially Negans footsteps. That man had been out for a bit. At least a day or two are most. And while he was out, Luna easily got bored without him. She had a friend of hers come over, Jorja. Jorja and her had something going on in between them already.. And the tension between the three of them had all been the same as well.

More footsteps came closer to the room they had been in.. Not only them, but other people as well. At this point, she could even hear the small humming sound that he had made as well. Luna stood up from the place she was sitting, feeling anticipation rise up within her body. She was only standing to greet Negan in the most respectful way any woman could.

Finally, Negan had entered the room.. That damn leather jacket everyone knew about and those jeans.. The bat swung up on his shoulder that he used to kill the most innocent people and guilty people ever. The tall man with broad shoulders walked over to the rather shorter girl and kissed her on her cheek, then on her lips. That kiss she's been waiting for what seemed like decades.. Which was only a few days.

“Miss me? Hm?” Negan said as he pulled away from her and moved some hair out of her face. Luna had light pink tinted cheeks as she grinned. “Maybe.. Maybe not.” “Oh cmon.. Tell the truth, darling. We both know you missed me. Hell, everyone does once I'm away from them.” Negan nudged her shoulder a little before he set Lucille down against a chair. Finally he had noticed that their dear friend, Jorja, was also within the room.

“Oh? How could I ever forget about you.. On your feet.” The man commanded, to which Jorja obeyed. The woman looked up at Negan, Negan looked back down at her in return. “You didn't even dare to greet me. Let alone let me know that your presence was within this room as well.” Negan raised a brow before looking away from her and looking back at Luna. “Kiss me, Luna. Go on.. Don't be shy. It's not like I'll bite.” Negan chuckled before Luna had kissed him.

The kiss felt lovely.. Soft.. Full of passion. Yet deep and impatient from Luna's side. It was quite obvious she had missed him far too much and wanted more than just a singular soft kiss. Once she pulled away, she looked him up and down. “You like that? Or do you want some hot and sweaty make out session?” Luna chuckled and Negan raised his brows in pure shock.. But he did want that make out session.

“I think I'll go with the make out session you so kindly offered.” Negan said before pulling Luna back in and kissing her soft and tender lips deeply. He put his hand on the back of her neck to keep her close to him, almost too close. Luna had easily deepened the kiss and stayed close to him. Other people within the room, including Jorja, had watched this all happen.. Though, no one complained and Negan didn't care if they had complained or not cause he'd still keep going.

Those kisses turned sloppier by the second, Negan still not giving a damn what people thought of it. Those lips were claimed as his, and his lips were claimed as Luna's. He slipped his tongue into Luna's mouth as soon as she opened it wide enough. A small whine could be heard from the girl within those kisses, to which the kisses deepened even more. She moved her tongue on top of the taller man's, trying to dominate and overpower his.. Which she knew she could never do. He was far too powerful and dominant to their own good. Eventually, the kisses had gotten Luna aroused, and though Jorja could never admit it, it had gave off the same affect to her.

Luna grinded against Negan, which had finally made him aroused as well. He seemed rock hard in his pants, and her grinding made him even harder. His cock pushed against their fabrics and rubbed against Luna. Their tongues danced with each other in their mouths. Luna moaned softly against his lips and got even closer to Negan, throwing her arms around his neck and shoulders. As their bodies continued to grind against each other, Luna grew wetter and wetter within her panties.

Luna grinded even harder against his stiffened cock, feeling the need for him as she grew far too impatient. Negan finally noticed she wanted, no not wanted, NEEDED more. He moved his hands, which were larger than hers, down to her pants and grabbed onto them tightly. With one swift motion, he ripped them apart and completely off of her body. Negan picked the smaller woman up and moved with her, putting her up against the wall and kissing her rather deeply.

Luna let out a whimper as she was now sandwiched in between Negan and the wall. She was shocked as her pants were torn off, far too in shock to even noticed she most likely liked that more than the make out session itself. She moaned in his mouth as they continued to kiss, liking how rough he was with her. She pressed up against him still, feeling how hard his cock was as he felt how wet her panties were.

“Wet for me, huh? Cute yet so god damn pathetic.” Negan hissed out as he moved away from her lips and set her back onto the ground. He looked into her doe eyes and chuckled. “Right, now then.. Take off my pants like the good, pathetic little slut you are. I want everyone, and I mean everyone to watch how I fuck you.” Once Luna heard that, she immediately unbuckled his belt and unzipped the man's jeans. Negan only gave her a smirk that appeared on his face far too much.

Negan moved his hands and pulled down his jeans, taking his boots off before sliding his jeans off his legs which left him in his boxers on his lower half. He also then took off that leather jacket he always wore and left him in a white t-shirt. He got down on his knees and spread open Luna's legs. “I'm gonna make you feel the best you've ever felt..” He said before kissing up on her inner thighs and wet clothed cunt. Luna moaned and grabbed at his hair, to which he smacked her hands away.

He picked her up once more before setting her on the hard wood floor, pulling her panties down and lifting her shirt up and over her head. He unclasped her bra with one hand and flipped her around so her back was facing him. “Jorja, doll, could you come here please.” Negan said softly yet sternly like a command, to which jorja obeyed yet again. The other woman walked over to the two of them and looked at Negan.

“Just.. Stay where you are for now until I tell you to do something else.” Negan said and Jorja nodded. Negan pulled down his pants and sighed softly. “Alright now Luna, reach back behind you and put it in like the good slut you are.” Luna obeyed and reached behind her, grabbing Negans cock and sliding it into her now soaking cunt.

Negan groaned and held onto Luna's hips. “Jorja.. Would you like to join?” Negan asked, in hopes she'd say yes. Jorja nodded and blushed heavily. “Yes daddy.” she replied to his question to which Negan grinned. “Good. Now, slide underneath me and go back and forth, licking my balls and her cunt.” Jo nodded and went back behind Negan, sliding under the two of them and licking both of them up and down slowly.

Negan made small groans and Luna moaned and whimpered. “You two are doing great..” Negan praised before thrusting into Luna slowly, to which Luna whined and mewled. Their skin slapped together within each thrust in and out. “Jo.. My dirty little whore.. Keep going.. Don't stop 'til I tell you, understood? You do anything without my permission and there will be consequences.” Jo nodded after hearing what Negan had said.

Luna mewled and whined, letting Negan fill her up fully. The sensation wasn't too overwhelming yet and she enjoyed it. The feeling of Jorja's soft tongue.. Negans rough hands on her sensitive skin.. It was all feeling great. Even the fact she was basically being publicly humiliated felt good.. yet she felt guilty too.

Negan definitely filled her up, thrusting in and out of her and starting to go a bit faster. “Luna, I need you to understand just as well as Jorja does that I'm in charge. One wrong move could get you in trouble.” he groaned a little bit and grabbed onto Luna's hair as he thrusted into her.

Jorja had continued doing what she was doing, til she heard Negan start talking to her again. “Jorja.. I'm gonna need you to do a little more than just kitten licks.” The woman thought for a moment before widening her eyes. She started to take his balls into her mouth, sucking on them and being careful not to hurt him with her teeth.

Negan had rammed into Luna's cunt with hesitation or a warning before hand, which he was lucky that jorja hadn't hurt him at all or else that would've been terrible. He let out a groan and moved his hands down to Jorja's as he did so, bringing her thumb up to Luna's clit.

Jorja rubbed Luna's clit, making her jump a little at the touch with a moan. “Don't fuckin' move.” Negan ordered as he held onto Luna's waist even tighter and going even faster. Luna yelped out a moan as the pleasure had started to get over whelming to her. “Oh fuck!” she moaned out in pleasure. Negan smacked her right on the ass and groaned at satisfaction.

Jorja had moved away to catch her breath before a smack landed on her face from the man above her. “I didn't say stop. So keep fucking going, slut.” Jorja nodded and placed his balls back into her mouth, suckling on them.

Negan started to bite and suck on Luna's neck, to which she moaned louder. “Fuck!” Beads of sweat dripped down the three of them as Luna had eventually caught up with her high and was getting very worked up. “Don't you fucking dare cum yet..” Negan said as he felt her clench around him. He thrusted harder and faster, trying to get to his orgasm too. He stopped and thought for a moment. “I think I should give my angel down there a treat..”

Negan pulled out of Luna and replaced his cock with his fingers. He pumped his finger into her and put his cock into Jo's mouth, thrusting into her throat and making her gag repeatedly. “Finger yourself for me, angel.” He cooed and Jorja moved her hand into her pants, putting two fingers inside her and thrusting them. She moaned onto Negans still hardened dick, sending vibrations through him.

She went fast.. And so did Negan on the two of them. “Once Jorja is about to release.. We'll all do it together. You hear me?” Negan announced to Luna. “Yes sir.. Ugh!” Luna moaned out as Negans fingers still went in and out of her. After some time, jorja caught up and shook a little underneath Negan.

“Alright girls.. Cum for me.. Be good and release it all.” Both women moaned and came onto the fingers, Negan shot his hot load down Jorja's throat. Negan pulled out of the two of them and Jorja pulled her fingers out of her. He took hers and his fingers into her mouth and made and ‘mmm’ sound on them before pulling them away. “You're both sweet on this inside and the outside.. Just as I suspected.. And I know my answer now.”

Jorja and Luna raised a brow at the last part of his sentence and heard the man chuckle.

“you guys did miss me..”

[swedebeast]

I did state that the previous post would be an "incomplete" recount of what happened that evening, and as I mulled over it a bit more, I couldn't have been more accurate if I had tried.

And this could be even more insulting than everything else that happened, even though it played out over a shorter span of time.

Somewhere half-through the 8 hour long occasion, or in the latter half, the topics had ranged all over the place. Sometimes with just two of the 4 people involved, leaving the other two to find their own fun at the table. I overheard Mister P and Mister R talking about a buy that had committed suicide. I listened in, and I knew who they were talking about.

He was someone I knew through Mister P's gaming circle about 10 years ago, and funnily enough he was also a classmate of a good friend of mine that is not part of this circle of friends. Brought over a girlfriend from another country, jumped in front of the railroad tracks, all those details matched. And I chimed in.

"Are you talking about X?" "Yeah." "Goddamn. I remember the guy, it was awful what happened, just awful. I don't know anyone that saw it coming, I remember him talking about how much he got along with his little sister." "He didn't have a sister." "Oh? Huh. Maybe it was a niece then..." And then as I thought hard about it, Mister P looks me dead in the eye. "Maybe you didn't know him as well as you say you did."

Hm. Just typing this out forced me to take a break from the screen. That hurt, and he said it with exactly the kind of derisive, and chastising tone one could imagine. I didn't tell him he was a friend of mine. I didn't tell him I was the last of our circle of friends to hang out with him. I did not tell him that on the weekend before, when I came over and watched Karate Kid with the guy, he ended the evening with saying "It is such a shame we don't play games more often than we do." I did not tell him that I heard the news from the other friend I mentioned, his own classmate and best friend from those years in school. I did NOT tell him that my own brother was part of the clean-up in the aftermath.

I honestly didn't know what to say then. I don't even remember what I said in answer to that. So much went on, so many discussions, so many things just went in one ear, and out the other. And looking back at it, I cannot imagine what I've done to deserve that - to have my friendship with someone that killed themselves denied, have that taken away from me.

I do not even know right now if I am getting tears in my eyes because I am sad, or because I am furious.