#muse: max jägerman

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max Jägerman (MUSE)

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Gender: Cis Man

Faceclaim: Will Branner

Max is a person with an incredibly large superiority complex, he views himself almost like a god that is superior to all his peers though is self-aware enough to know that he's going to peak in highschool. Due to his status as the star quarterback of his school's football team, Max has a lot of power at the school and abuses it in order to make others lives miserable as he's able to get away with bullying and beating up his classmates. However, Max is acutely aware that this power is limited to his time at Hatchetfield High and believes that his life 'will be over' once he graduates. As a result of this, Max puts up a facade of power while he can but deep down Max is deeply insecure and unsure of himself as a result of the verbal abuse he gets from his father and often channels this insecurity into his bullying. Max is truly someone who is actually deeply alone in the world due to the facade of popularity and anger he puts up and as a result is genuinely touched when people go out of their way to do something for him.

Following his death, Max becomes consumed by his rage. He loses all other wants and desires other than his need for revenge against those that killed him and all people who would do the same sort of thing. Despite this rage, he still is just an insecure barely adult teenager and lets his facade down as a ghost from time to time, showing how deeply alone he is and how much he yearns for any personal connection. His pre-existing feelings of insecurity is further exacerbated by the fact that he knows that nobody mourned for him and in fact everyone is much happier now that he's gone.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max nodded, not actively paying attention to the semantics of his current condition, just wanting to do stuff he wouldn’t have the chance to do again in a long time. There was a lot of shit he wanted to do and there wasn’t enough time to do them all so he’d need to pare down a good chunk of his ideas. He would have loved to fuck, but the only options for that right now was Fawn and as cute as they were, he figured it could be something for his next break and not the first break of his time in her family’s control.

“I never had anything like this, it’s nice to just like hold or whatever,” he said, visibly embarrassed that she said something about it and trying to dodge the truth that was that he truly enjoyed touching the soft plushie. “I got a lot of things I wanna do and see while I’m here. I wanna see how much shit the school’s in without me there, get a load of who got homecoming king since I was out of the running clearly. Bet the school’s in fucking shambles without me. After that I don’t think I can eat or drink like this but I’d be game for going over to watcher world and get those fucking chili dogs with the cheese curds that look like eyeballs on it? Those little bitches fuck so hard,” he suggested, tossing the hawkmoth plush back to its place on the bed as he spoke. “Shit, do you think they’d have like a memorial setup for me? That would be so fucking cool, I was like the best thing that happened to that school and they should have some sickass memorial like outside the old Waylon place. They cut my goddamn nipples off, did your uncles tell you that? After I fucking died, they cut my nipples off before hacking my fucking limbs off. If that doesn’t deserve a fucking memorial I don’t know what else could.”

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

It'd been a gift, her own Bastard's Box to keep a soul in, at her leisure–– practice, her father had said, for bigger things. She could only contain one, though she could trade them in and out if that was her wish. She could even take a soul from the Black. Briefly, of course, as not to anger her uncles by getting ahold of one of their toys for too long. ...and for now, no Spankoffskis. Peter was still unripened, needed time to mature, and Ted was only for T'noy Karaxis. So, Fawn set sights on a target big enough to show her prowess, but not one large enough to disturb her eldritch family.

They imagined a torn letterman jacket in their mind, the face of a budding young football star when they were in high school, the one who'd become a literal monster in more ways than one. Claw-like fingernails plucked at the air, grabbing seemingly nothing, yet they released over the box. In the hush of their room above the bookshop, Fawn whispered: "Max Jägerman."

[ghostpaynes]

My bigest acomplishment is like three weeks into my Max Jägerman hyperfixation I can now sing all of the Nerdy Prudes Muse Die song without sliping up

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

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Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max felt a little weird thinking about her mom, the owner of the bookshop and all around chill woman having a child with one of his tormentors, the goat one given the general vibe of Fawn and her horns. He did appreciate the idea of getting to leave the black for long enough to take a little bit of a break from his torture. “Fuck, it’s only been two months,” he groaned, plopping backwards onto her bed, really making himself at home, not having been able to lay down on something soft for the first time in what felt like a terribly long time. “So like, you’re the kid of one of those things? Did your mom fuck him or was it like an immaculate conception thing,” he asked casually, already fully relaxing in their bedroom. Even if this was a trick, he might as well enjoy a comfortable bed while he could. Max fully didn’t even want to try to wrap his head around a lot of what he was experiencing yet. He was just wanting to enjoy a moment of peace, a moment of “enrichment.”

It had been too long since he’d been in someone else’s bedroom and frankly he was already enjoying himself. “So how long do I get freedom before I go back to being your dad and uncles’ weird little toy or whatever,” he asked, rolling over to his stomach to better look at them.

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

It'd been a gift, her own Bastard's Box to keep a soul in, at her leisure–– practice, her father had said, for bigger things. She could only contain one, though she could trade them in and out if that was her wish. She could even take a soul from the Black. Briefly, of course, as not to anger her uncles by getting ahold of one of their toys for too long. ...and for now, no Spankoffskis. Peter was still unripened, needed time to mature, and Ted was only for T'noy Karaxis. So, Fawn set sights on a target big enough to show her prowess, but not one large enough to disturb her eldritch family.

They imagined a torn letterman jacket in their mind, the face of a budding young football star when they were in high school, the one who'd become a literal monster in more ways than one. Claw-like fingernails plucked at the air, grabbing seemingly nothing, yet they released over the box. In the hush of their room above the bookshop, Fawn whispered: "Max Jägerman."

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Just as he had been violently ripped from the earth and into the Black by beings even now he couldn't wrap his mind around, he found himself violently ripped from the black back to his town, back to Hatchetfield. Screaming in agony and looking around frantically as he realized what was happening.

"What the fuck," he asked, his voice trembling more than he would have ever let someone hear in life, the last time he remembered his voice sounding like that was the night he died. "What sort of fucked up game is this," he asked, breathing hard despite not needing to, being a ghost. "They put me into a fucked up little room? What's next, another army of skele'ons," he asked, looking around for any crack that could spawn more horrors behind his imaginations.

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

It'd been a gift, her own Bastard's Box to keep a soul in, at her leisure–– practice, her father had said, for bigger things. She could only contain one, though she could trade them in and out if that was her wish. She could even take a soul from the Black. Briefly, of course, as not to anger her uncles by getting ahold of one of their toys for too long. ...and for now, no Spankoffskis. Peter was still unripened, needed time to mature, and Ted was only for T'noy Karaxis. So, Fawn set sights on a target big enough to show her prowess, but not one large enough to disturb her eldritch family.

They imagined a torn letterman jacket in their mind, the face of a budding young football star when they were in high school, the one who'd become a literal monster in more ways than one. Claw-like fingernails plucked at the air, grabbing seemingly nothing, yet they released over the box. In the hush of their room above the bookshop, Fawn whispered: "Max Jägerman."

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max loved hearing her moans, loved to feel her nails against his skin. He was so eager for more between them, eager for them to let him taste them. Being a ghost, he no longer needed to worry about actually suffocating from having a hot person sit on his face. He pulled his hand out of their panties and sucking the fingers, now baring a sort of golden sheen from their juices. His body seemed to tingle a bit upon tasting her and instantly he felt himself become even more excited about having them sit on his face. “You’re not wrong, I’m really good at giving head,” he replied, flicking his wrist a bit to lock the door for the pair of them before laying down on his back, eager to taste them directly. He usually liked to have a playlist on in the background while he gave someone oral but he didn’t know if she felt the same way or if she just wanted to only hear the sounds of him eagerly lapping up their pussy. In life, his sex life was legendary; after each party he’d been to, there’d always be at least three people who would be talking about how fast he’d made them cum and everyone just seemed to know it as fact that he was the most fuckable guy in town, the hottest, jerkiest piece of shit there was. This would be his second time getting with a Sweeney sibling, having been with their younger sibling Ziggs while they were both sort of under various influences. He didn’t know if Ziggs told her that, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they did. The two siblings seemed to share a lot with each other and a lot of people used the fact they’d been with him for bragging rights.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

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Where his limbs were hacked off were disgustingly uneven deep blue marks, proof of the terrible job done when it came to cut him apart. If he had been alive at that time it would have been unbelievably painful, a little victory that he had been gone when it came time to do it. The lack of nipples on his chest wasn’t the only thing wrong on his torso, a large blue mark down the length of his chest where the fence that would prove to be fatal went through. All the same though, he had the kind of body that matched up with his reputation of hottest young adult in town. He’d never tried to see how long he could go in bed, he’d finished pretty fast last time but he could have kept going if it hadn’t been with a human who had significantly less stamina, so hearing she had increased stamina excited him even further. “Damn, that’s hot. Let’s see how long we can go,” he breathed, almost growling a bit in desire, fuck they were so hot. Her body was so warm to the touch and he wanted to experience all that warmth, his hand steadily moving up her thigh, soon going back to kissing her neck, moving even lower and lower down. As his lips made contact with the base of her breast, he rubbed his thumb against their panty-clad crotch, able to feel how wet they were, humming contently against their skin as he felt the warmth, gently running his fingers over the wet spot between their legs, wanting to feel it as much as he could in the moment.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max was genuinely shocked to hear the progression of Grace since he’d been gone, and genuinely surprised by the fact he wasn’t even a little turned on by the idea of her wrecking shop on Hatchetfield. “Oh shit. How long do you think your weird god dads or whatever are gonna let her go on like that? They super don’t seem like they want to do shit for people without getting shit in return,” he asked, watching her as she put her shoes on, just sort of enjoying hanging out back in the world of the living. “Yeah that’s a good plan. Let’s get to the school, see who’s homecoming royalty,” he said, just sort of following Fawn around as she got ready to leave, ready to make the most of the time he had back on the planet, seeing how in shambles the town was without him. From his perspective, with Grace Chastity’s chaos reigning, he had gotten that ball rolling. That was his impact, her murder arc had started with him, he still had impact on the town despite being dead and he took that as a sign that he was still relevant. Maybe people did miss him. He kept trying his best to pretend to be all high and mighty but as small as he felt in life, having been the plaything of all powerful entities beyond his comprehension made him feel even more small than he’d ever thought possible and he just wanted confirmation that someone missed him. A memorial would be a good confirmation.

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

It'd been a gift, her own Bastard's Box to keep a soul in, at her leisure–– practice, her father had said, for bigger things. She could only contain one, though she could trade them in and out if that was her wish. She could even take a soul from the Black. Briefly, of course, as not to anger her uncles by getting ahold of one of their toys for too long. ...and for now, no Spankoffskis. Peter was still unripened, needed time to mature, and Ted was only for T'noy Karaxis. So, Fawn set sights on a target big enough to show her prowess, but not one large enough to disturb her eldritch family.

They imagined a torn letterman jacket in their mind, the face of a budding young football star when they were in high school, the one who'd become a literal monster in more ways than one. Claw-like fingernails plucked at the air, grabbing seemingly nothing, yet they released over the box. In the hush of their room above the bookshop, Fawn whispered: "Max Jägerman."

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max propped himself up on his elbows to watch Fawn take off her skirt and panties, grinning as he watched her, feeling his cock strain against his pants. He loved pussy, loved looking at it, loved tasting it, love fucking it, but he’d never eaten someone out who had a golden sheen to their juices and was excited to see how differently it would taste to the standard. Seeing Fawn rub her clit turned him on more, knowing that she was as turned on by this as he was. In life he didn’t really pay much mind to them, he knew of them of course, but they weren’t as close in age to him as Ziggs so they didn’t really hang out around the same sort of peer group, but he was glad that in death, Fawn had taken a fondness to him as it gave him absolutely stunning views like this. He licked his lips and laid back as Fawn approached, readying himself for her to sit on his face. He didn’t want her to just hover, but actually sit, put her full weight into it, he was a ghost it couldn’t break his neck, there were zero risks that came with this. Hearing them call him darling only helped that fire inside him grow, reaching up and grabbing them by the thighs upon hearing that word. “Fuck yeah, let’s go,” he said, pulling them down onto his face and instantly getting to work. He started like a man who’d been starving in the wilderness upon finding an all you can eat buffet, starting hard and fast as he ached for the taste. It had been far too long since he ate pussy and god it was even better than he remembered, digging his tongue desperately inside of her, his cold tongue contrasting with the warmth coming from her juicy cunt, the flavor pushed him further, lifting his head up a bit to further get all in there, enjoying the fact that he didn’t need to breathe anymore as it meant he could waste no time and spend all of it where he wanted to: between their lips.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max hadn’t been in a bedroom in far too long, he figured his own bedroom had since been turned into some sort of hobby room for his dad, all his stuff probably long gone. It was kinda nice to just be in someone else’s room, to see her own personal interests and the space she decorated herself, it was better than the deeply impersonal sights he’d been seeing for the past few months. Part of him was kinda jealous of all the soft things Fawn had in their room, all the plushies that his dad wouldn’t have even dreamed of letting him have out of fear it would make him a pussy. He sat up next to her, idly holding the moth plushie in his lap as if he wasn’t even aware of it, just enjoying the feeling of something soft under his fingertips. Being in the black for as long as he had had sort of siphoned out a lot of his fight instinct. “So am I like tethered to you or something,” he asked, genuinely not even trying to remember the lords in black’s names, pretty sure there would be repercussions if he called them by their names to their face- or proverbial face he guessed as he truly had no goddamn clue if they even had faces as he fully couldnt comprehend what he saw when he saw them.

Being genuinely terrified of Fawn’s father and uncles, he in a way was scared of what she could do to him if he wronged her somehow so he figured he’d just stick by her and go wherever she took him in his short little furlough. The town probably hadn’t changed that much in the months he’d been gone, but he still wanted to see it, see the land he used to rule and see how utterly unbalanced life at Hatchetfield High was without him. Nobody liked bullies sure, but he served a very important role in the high school ecosystem and he knew that. Without him a good amount of his peers wouldn’t have developed a sense of shame that would have made them incredibly unbearable as adults; He kept them in check and without him there, who knows how fucking annoying his fellow nighthawks had gotten. Plus odds are their football team was really eating shit without him there, how was their team supposed to win anything without the shoe in for the senior superlative of most valuable athlete?

@w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l

It'd been a gift, her own Bastard's Box to keep a soul in, at her leisure–– practice, her father had said, for bigger things. She could only contain one, though she could trade them in and out if that was her wish. She could even take a soul from the Black. Briefly, of course, as not to anger her uncles by getting ahold of one of their toys for too long. ...and for now, no Spankoffskis. Peter was still unripened, needed time to mature, and Ted was only for T'noy Karaxis. So, Fawn set sights on a target big enough to show her prowess, but not one large enough to disturb her eldritch family.

They imagined a torn letterman jacket in their mind, the face of a budding young football star when they were in high school, the one who'd become a literal monster in more ways than one. Claw-like fingernails plucked at the air, grabbing seemingly nothing, yet they released over the box. In the hush of their room above the bookshop, Fawn whispered: "Max Jägerman."

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max wasn’t the biggest fan of his body at this point in his afterlife, but he probably would be into any monstrous aspects of Fawn. They were absolutely stunning to him as it was but if they did end up unhinging their jaw or something it would be an incredibly sexy sight to him. He smiled as he watched her remove her bra, allowing his lips to trail down to her nipple, letting his free hand go up to her other breast. “You’re so fucking hot,” he muttered against their chest, able to feel their larger than standard clit and grinning against their skin. Sometimes he had a bit of difficulty finding the clit when going down on someone, but he was sure that this would be much easier than the standard. The hand under her skirt began gently pressing against her clit once he had found it. Max was absolutely thrilled to be in this situation all together, it wasn’t every day you could fuck a demigod, but he really hoped it could be soon. If he discovered their tail it would be incredibly hot to him frankly, and he would have asked if it would be cool to pull it while he fucked them. His fingers down between their legs found their way into their boy shorts and teasing at their clit, moaning against their skin as they felt just how warm and wet they were, and knowing that he was the reason for that. Even with his body having been defiled and cold to the touch, it managed to get her wet and that truly brought him into a sense of peace and confidence. He could still get it and this was proof of that, proof that people still found him sexy even after he’d died, the cold pad of his thumb teasing her warm clit, wanting to see what kind of sounds she would make with each touch he gave her body.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

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If he knew that not only was Fawn’s genitalia able to change and that they were flexible, he’d have so many questions about if they ever successfully sucked themself off and then probably after, if he could watch. It was so incredibly hot to him that for all intents and purposes, fawn could be anything they wanted to and he hoped in the future they would be able to try it out. He had still been in the mindset that he had to be gentler with her, only really realizing it when she had said something about him being able to be a little rougher on her. This visibly sparked something in him, shooting them a smile before biting at their nipple as he unceremoniously pushed his two middle most fingers inside of them, rubbing their clit quickly with his thumb. His cold fingers dug into her, spurred on with the moans he was making her release. He knew Fawn lived with other people, but frankly he kind of hoped someone would overhear just how much fun the two of them were having. “Fuck, I want you to sit on my face,” he groaned, wanting to let them know what was on his mind and wanting to see how they would react and if they would oblige. He loved the feeling of her wet pussy around his fingers, he wanted to taste it, to have it pressed against his face, to fuck her with his tongue. He loved to fuck, just as everyone knew, and mostly he loved making people shudder and moan, and he wanted to make Fawn cum as much as possible while they were together like this.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max would have loved being only Fawn’s, no longer forced to be put through all the torment by her family and only being hers for all time. He would have loved to be free from torment but still technically in the possession of the eldritch gods, though he never considered that an option at all. Being with Fawn, being her toy was something he would have liked so much more than his other options, he was so horny and pent up, he’d tried to jerk off while in the black and white but had been cut off by torment beyond his imagination. When he had tried, it was Fawn who he was picturing subconsciously, so now with them sitting on his lap, seemingly feeling the same way, he was surprised but incredibly excited about it, feeling her thighs on top of his. His mind wondered to the fact she was wearing a skirt, meaning there was one layer fewer between the two of them. In life, he had gotten some action at least once a week, but death at this point had been a constant dry spell, a dry spell that seemed to soon be ending. They were so close now, he could feel the warmth of their breath against his skin and it was driving him wild. “Oh, it’s freely given,” he replied quickly, feeling his cock stirring inside of his ragged jeans. He let the moment sit in the air for a beat before pulling Fawn towards him and kissing her hungrily, wanting to taste her so desperately he couldn’t resist anymore. This was just the start, too, he wanted to see what it would be like to give her head, his mind racing thinking about what her genitalia would be like, being part unknowable entity from beyond human comprehension. He’d only fucked in this form once befor and frankly it had been the best he ever had, the bodies of the living felt even more warm around him, and he loved that feeling.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max’s body had seen better days, but despite his now much paler complexion that gave way to visible blue veins, his body still bore the muscular nature gained from years of being an athletic powerhouse. Despite the change of his complexion, his body was still mostly as it was, except now he had no nipples. His areola remained in tact but the nipples themself were missing. The last time he had sex things had gone terribly for him, but he figured at this point it couldn’t get much worse, so he might as well have some fun while he was there. He was already absolutely in love with their body, he wanted to taste them, lick them, touch them, all of those things. He pulled back a little bit as he felt her starting to grind against him more, wanting to take a little breather- or rather to let her as he asked a question, “Do you like have to breathe or are you kinda in the same boat I am,” he asked, keeping his lips close enough to her that they gently brushed against them as he spoke. The ghost wanted to remain close to her physically, to feel her warmth, a desire that led him to tunnel his hand up under her skirt to caress her thigh, the warmth and softness of her absolutely amazing him. He wanted to taste her, to see just what it was like to eat out a hot Demi-goddess, the spawn of the spawn of the black and white. He wondered what type of noises she’d make, how she would sound when she came, what she’d think of getting fucked by his cold, hard, lifeless cock. All he knew for sure was that he was already aching for more and he hoped the feeling was mutual.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

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Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.

[w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l]

Max would have loved to help her with whatever she needed, anything was better than being tortured and he would gladly be her disciple, not really worshipping her truly but he was ready to worship her body and any form she decided to take up. He liked the idea of just being with her in the world he was used to, a perpetual teen and all the shit that came with it. He didn’t need to breathe, there was no breath in his lungs, but all the same, his breath hitched as her kisses drifted to his neck. In life he had mostly been the one to be kissing or biting at another person’s neck, and fuck it felt good. Seeing Their chest with only a bra on as well as the sensations on his neck helped his cock reach its full length, standing firm underneath them. “Holy shit, you’ve got a great rack,” he said, not really sure what more to say, truly impressed by her breasts, letting his cold finger tips trail up her body to grope her chest. He was fully in the zone now, now that he got to touch them like this he didn’t want to stop any time soon, taking his chance to start kissing down her neck, pulling away for a moment to shuck off his shirt before quickly reattaching his lips to their warm skin, moaning contently against them.

[ STRADDLE ] (hatchetmen) ((Fawn and Max? Idk thinking about the them))

[ STRADDLE ] :     sender straddles receiver @hatchetmen

Max had grown to enjoy his "enrichment" time out of his seemingly perpetual torment in the black and white, yeah it sucked that nobody seemed to miss him at all, not even the people he had considered his friends in his life, but at least he got to hang out with Fawn and their siblings and they didn't seem to like totally hate him. He thought despite being her father and uncle's plaything that she actually was fond of him, something that he got proof of on this day out. He and Fawn had just been hanging out in her room, sitting on the bed chatting for a bit, but surprisingly he soon found Fawn straddling his lap. He hadn't had this kind of physical contact for months and already he could feel himself getting excited. Another sort of forbidden fruit moment for him, the daughter of one of his tormentors who probably wouldn't give a shit if they fucked but it still felt like it was something kinda taboo. "Oh shit, really," he asked, his hands almost instantly going to her waist as if it was second nature to him. He hadn't been secretive about the fact he found Fawn attractive, but he didn't really think anything would happen between the two of them.