#red joat

[mickmundane]

December 12 2023

The duality of man or however the sayin goes

[capnhanbers]

Sans goes to grillby's and asks naya if they want anything, they say no chapter end

sad how grillby's went downhill after he franchised. the second location's actually way better, all the best staff went there

*makes a hyper specific reference to a beloved salt lake city mexican restaurant*

[msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon]

Jack Playlist!!

Playlist explanation under cut! :] :] :]

Lovers Rock by TV Girl - [Jack x JOAT song lol] Jack’s main love song. He’s crushing again but he always gets afraid at this part. He wants to be with him but he’s afraid to let another person into his life only for him to lose them later on. But still, he can’t stop himself from falling. It’ll only be a matter of time.

Heart of Glass by Blondie - One of his girlypop songs. They would also be used as an example of what his music taunt would be; him singing while playing a tambourine.

Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve - Another girlypop/love song. I imagine he’d get into female rock bands.

The Red Means I Love You by Madds Buckley - Just Jackie being a silly vampire. Most likely directed towards Andrew, his vampire hunter boyfriend. His Castle arc is the one where he finds himself embracing his vampiric side the most.

Supersonics by Caravan Palace - Vibing song. Mostly just imagine the Jack Class running around and causing trouble. Just them vibing and committing atrocities.

Absence by Rio Romeo - Directed to TFC Heavy. He wrote him a personal letter to him before he left the Classic Team. They were an on and off thing, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t have fun together.

Taking what’s not yours by TV Girl- THE Jack song. He often takes memorabilia with him whenever he leaves a certain point of his life behind. He has items from lovers, writings and such times in his life that feel important etc. He also lives with survivor's guilt so that’s why this song is perfect for him with its sort of melancholic tone (?)

Cynical One by TV Girl - Lots of themes about love and heartbreak. Mostly used this song for the mood of the night. He sneaks out often to be by himself and contemplates the nature of his life, along with all the regrets from losing each person he cared about. And the fears of the future when new people come into his life. He’s very scared of the future.

Pretty Boy by TV Girl - A song from the perspective of Andrew to Jack. Their relationship is casual because of their contrasting views, but he can’t help but sympathize with the supposed monster. He’s so much more human than anyone else and only Andrew will ever see that.

Fuck it by Rio Romeo - A look into his dismissive and pessimistic outlook whenever he gets sad and such. Very sarcastic as well, which fits him well.

It’s always so much fun making character playlists! I’ll make Maya’s soon…

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

The End. [unfortunately for mafia soldier, non-canon. apologies, mafia soldier.]

[yeah, i decided to write about a possibility of how and when mafia soldier completes his mission. enjoy.]

[Awakening. Oh, the pain. StreeaAAAAAUGH FUCK--... intense stretching pain. Bones and joints, popping and cracking. On your feet, soldier, you've got a group of people to interrogate. Out the room... and down the steps.]

[Doctor]: Hey, Solly!

[Ah, Dr. [name redacted for privacy]. An exceptional master of the organic arts. Not a master in Soldier's eyes, unfortunately, they haven't done much yet. Accepting this, he holds a wave.]

mafia soldier: At ease, Doc. What's the situation?

[Doctor]: Well... not many of us are left. [Vigilante], [Messenger], [Hunter], and [Detective] are all gone.

mafia soldier: And who would be left, if I may ask?

[Doctor]: You, me, [Cupid], [x4 Vanilla Townies], [x2 Mafia Goons], [Mafia JOAT], and [Town JOAT].

mafia soldier: [Quick maths on his achey fingers... plus one.] That leaves... 11 people left. Who died in the worst way, then?

[Doctor]: Well, [Detective] was gunned down in the golf course, so... maybe her? I'm not sure.

mafia soldier: Mmm. If I may, fetch everyone into the living room.

[Doctor]: Alright. I'll be a bit.

mafia soldier: Affirmative.

[Waypoint in the kitchen. Bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, wait in the living room. Crunch, wait... crunch. Repeat, until the living room is at full capacity. Get to it.]

mafia soldier: Friends, these are the facts as I understand them. One: three of you are not my friends. Two: four of us have died in gruesome ways. Three: If one of you has knowledge about which three of you are not my friends, report to me ASAP. Dismissed.

[Back to functioning at minimum power. Everything hurts, as it does. The remainder begin conversations with one another. Not that much happens for a couple hours.]

[Rolenames will be switched to initials, followed by their roles upon their first appearance (then it'll just be initials), starting now.]

[[T: Cupid] approaches. Request an answer.]

mafia soldier: [T].

[T]: Soldier. I might know the identity of one of the mafia goons.

mafia soldier: Permission to speak.

[T]: What if... I watched [C: Mafia Goon] kill someone?

mafia soldier: Well, do you have proof? I don't want to kill an innocent, now, do I?

[C is beyond the door, briefly.]

[T]: Good point, but... I-I'm not sure, okay? I, they- [ahem] I might have been on the turret while [M: Detective] got gunned down, and I might have seen a lock of [C]'s hair... at the crime scene.

mafia soldier: Thank you for reporting to me. Now, if you die next, I know who to bring down. Much appreciated. [T].

[T]: Don't fret. You've already got a bunch on your plate, being our drill sargeant and a good friend. I only hope you're able to protect us when the time is right.

mafia soldier: I'll definitely do my best... which, well.

[T]: I'm sure you'll do fine. Good luck.

[Vacating the premises. Left alone. Again. Bah, humbug. Pillow igloo has a television. Watch some Transformers while you wait.]

[A few hours later.]

[T is having trouble breathing. Slowly wake up. Bones popping again. Lift helmet. Suspicions were right.]

[C]: Did you hairbrained idiots forget to kill off the pathetic war hero again?

[c: Mafia Goon]: What, no! I'm sure he's dead!

[C]: WHY ELSE WOULD HIS BONES BE POPPING?!

[c]: Good point... [W: Mafia JOAT]? Can you check if Soldier's dead?

[W]: If you're gonna be so lazy about it, I guess I will.

[A wild [W] appears. Completely motionless. Unsuspected.]

[W]: He's dead.

[C]: I guess I'm going insane, then.

[c]: I wouldn't put it past you. Anyways... what about [T], here?

[C]: Put him down.

[T]: Wait, wait! I can at least tell you if Soldier's ACTUALLY still alive! PLEASE!

[W]: ...god, I must be deaf. Say again?

[T]: He... he's still alive. He's probably laughing at you from the comfort of his igloo. Go search again!

[W]: And here I was, betting on [C] being insane. Sigh.

[[W] is by the igloo again. Nowhere to be found.]

[W]: ...there's a bit of disturbed blankets. [She ruffles through them.] He's not here!

[C]: [T], as you are of no further use to me, I'll say this now. Thanks for the info.

[T]: WAI-

[Pow. Thump. The Cupid is no more. Insufferable rage. Should've known.]

[...realization. Why isn't anyone awake from the gunshot? Check everyone's rooms.]

[[A: Doctor] is the only one awake, and wide awake at that, from the gunshot.]

[A]: Soldier?

mafia soldier: shhshhshshh! I'm gonna hide in the closet, and [C], [c], and [W] are gonna come in. Don't tell them I'm here. Please.

[A]: ...I understand.

[Get hidden. Get waiting. Don't wait for too long, they're here.]

[W]: [A], where's Soldier?

[A]: Not sure, dude. I've only just woken up... also, what was the gunshot?

[C]: Search the house. I don't want him to live again. Prolong his suffering, if you will.

[A]: ...you know about his illness?

[C]: Who doesn't? He's the only one that I've seen on the Memento Mori, as well as here, twice. We've even shot him down from retaliation. He's nothing to us but a toy to break.

[c]: I mean... that's not quite how I would put it, but... yeah. We know.

[A]: Oh. I, uhm... don't know how to respond.

[W]: Don't? You're hella annoying anyways, haha.

[C]: Rude. Bring her hostage, into the living room. Find Soldier, bring him too.

[c], [W]: On it.

[...]

[Appear from under the bed.]

mafia soldier: ...freaks of nature. all of you.

[Bring the noise. Ol' Faithful's not starved, perfect. Arrive in the nick of time.]

[C]: Ah, Soldier. What wakes you? [[C] cocks the hammer of her revolver.]

mafia soldier: Let's say... [CHHK-CHHK. Rack the first of eight shells.] I have some issues with your methods of interrogation, MAGGOT.

[C]: Ah, you've gotten cocky, have y-

[BLAM. [C] falls to the ground, in critical condition.]

mafia soldier: You're not going anywhere. [A], how are you?

[A]: Scarred for life, bu-

[Pow. F U C K !]

[W]: Heyyy, big boi! Hands where I can see 'em... or what's left of em, at least!

mafia soldier: [G r i m a c e .]

[W]: Quite the mandibles you've got left.

mafia soldier: I've been on this gravestone of a planet for longer than you have, and I'm not about to let anyone else die to your hands. [CHHK-CHHK. Second of eight.] You're not the Grim Reaper, she's hotter than you are. Drop the Smith 'n' Wesson.

[W]: ...hmph.

[[W] drops her revolver, so it may join her confidence in the Lost 'n' Found bin.]

mafia soldier: That's a good pard'ner.

[[c] walks in on the situation.]

mafia soldier: [c]. Drop your .357.

[c]: Are you one of us...?

mafia soldier: Absolutely not. I've been trying to kill creeps like you since I was in the Badlands.

[c]: M... my apologies. [[c] also drops her revolver.]

[W]: grr. [c], come on. You coulda taken him easily.

[c]: He knows his way around a hostage situation, man!

[W]: Not when he gets ambushed, you sksks-lookin' ass motherfucker!

[c]: I mean...

[W]: DO YOU NOW?

[The end of the mission, or another baittrap? Look at the disappointments. Look to the Doctor. Unhealable injuries. Stomp on the injured fool's neck. Mourn the Doctor for the time being.]

[c]: Wh--! HEY! Please, don't kill us!

[W]: STOP TRYING TO-!

[BLAM. [W]'s a goner.]

[c], on the verge of crying: [quick breaths]

[Staring down the barrel. [CHHK-CHHK]. Third of eight. Haven't missed yet. Evaluate.]

mafia soldier: List your reasons or perish. I'm not going to walk in on another goddamn crime scene unless I make it myself, do you hear me?

[[c] begins to sob.] [c]: I haven't even been able to shoot anyone yet! I'm effectively a pacifist! Please! Don't do this to me!

mafia soldier: Let me tell you about pacifism, [c]. Even if you haven't shot anyone, that doesn't exclude you from being a tormentor. Example. The Memento Mori. The Doctor aboard accused me of being a FREAK like you, because I was poking a corpse with a stick. He threw me out of the train, into a tree, and thus under the train. I am going to give you five seconds to list another reason. Go.

[c]: I... I-I... I don't want to die...

mafia soldier: Well, [c], I'm sorry to say this, but I do. You're the last one left in this place, and if I kill you now, I'll finally see my mercenary pals again. [c], do you have any last words?

[c]: [sobbing] please tell my friends i loved them like a family...

mafia soldier: Affirmative. See you in Hell.

[BLAM. Down with [c]. Reconcile.]

[Realization. It's finally over. Ol' Faithful trips onto the floor. Ol' Faithful is gonna need to be adopted. Call the Machine from Heaven, possibly? Think about it later. Ow, my knees. Hiccup... finally. I... it's done.]

[Red mist fizzles out of Mafia Soldier's skin pores... or what's left of them.]

[A situation walks in.]

[D: Vanilla Townie]: Soldier??

[m: Vanilla Townie]: I... dude?

mafia soldier: I'm sorry, guys. They were a part of the Mafia, I had to. And now...

[Tears fall like rain.]

mafia soldier: I'm finally gonna see Tavish and the lads again. [hic]

[m]: No, wait! You gotta think about this shit, dude! What about us?!

mafia soldier: You're safe now. That's all that matters.

[The mist dissipates. A sack of potatoes, as it were. A smile plastered across the Tormented One's face. A final breath, and...]

[D]: ...he's gone.

[m]: let's go home, [D].

[Mission complete. A bright light, 'n'... Tavish.]

Demoman: Jane!

Soldier: TAVISH!!!

[Bear-hug.]

Heavy: Hello, Soldier. Welcome back.

Scout: Hey, Solly!

Soldier: [giggling] Hey, guys!

-

[Thus marks the (unfortunately non-canon) end of the Mafia Soldier. Battered, bruised... worth the struggles faced. Rest in peace.]

-

[alright. i hope y'all enjoyed that. i sure as hell did. i hope the poor guy doesn't realize that this one's non-canon, though. he's gonna get real sour. see you next post!]

[mickmundane]

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[cmweller]

Challenge #01686-D225: Emergency!

Emergency Personnel are trained in response measures so that when something really bad happens, the Training kicks in and they work on auto-pilot till their brain gets over the shock. -- Anon Guest

In an emergency, it's easy to tell the trained personnel from the civilians. The civilians are the ones busy panicking, screaming, running around and generally being useless. It's the job of emergency personnel to wrangle the runners whilst dealing with the problem that caused the upset in the first place.

The Emergency Response Teams of every station are primed and ready to respond in instants, because a space-borne emergency are where the instants count. Station machinery and aparatus act in the seconds where it takes a cogniscent to react and act. In the event of sudden decompression, the Hungry Caterpillar catches and safely encapsulates any unprotected cogniscents before they can suffer severe damage. Trauma therapist are available for post-capture shock.

The nature of emergency can change, but the personnel sought are always the level-headed type who remember their training and can improvise with available materials in a pinch. Which is why it was so vital for Rael to undergo ERT training. In an emergency, people look for the bright red and reflective outfits, but they also look for the rainbows of JOAT coats. Because a JOAT can do everything with anything. Nine times out of ten, the ERTs will arrive and take over before a JOAT has any time to get very creative, but the tenth time is always the doozy.

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[internutter]

Challenge #01686-D225: Emergency!

Emergency Personnel are trained in response measures so that when something really bad happens, the Training kicks in and they work on auto-pilot till their brain gets over the shock. – Anon Guest

In an emergency, it’s easy to tell the trained personnel from the civilians. The civilians are the ones busy panicking, screaming, running around and generally being useless. It’s the job of emergency personnel to wrangle the runners whilst dealing with the problem that caused the upset in the first place.

The Emergency Response Teams of every station are primed and ready to respond in instants, because a space-borne emergency are where the instants count. Station machinery and aparatus act in the seconds where it takes a cogniscent to react and act. In the event of sudden decompression, the Hungry Caterpillar catches and safely encapsulates any unprotected cogniscents before they can suffer severe damage. Trauma therapist are available for post-capture shock.

The nature of emergency can change, but the personnel sought are always the level-headed type who remember their training and can improvise with available materials in a pinch. Which is why it was so vital for Rael to undergo ERT training. In an emergency, people look for the bright red and reflective outfits, but they also look for the rainbows of JOAT coats. Because a JOAT can do everything with anything. Nine times out of ten, the ERTs will arrive and take over before a JOAT has any time to get very creative, but the tenth time is always the doozy.

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[capnhanbers]

oh

my

fucking

god ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm. my jaw is. on the floor

Yeah so like.... The mural thingie gave me an idea. um. Haha. [sweats]

I did this in like, 20 minutes, so it's not the best. But I hope you like it, @mod2amaryllis, @capnhanbers!

[mickmundane]

Sep 2, 2023

Some distinctions between the RED and BLU Jack of All Trades! (Somewhat outdated) (Transcript of gif text under the cut)

RED -

Triangle hair, sweet cheeks, radiant smile, rugged bandana - Scar, beautiful brown puppy eyes, wrinkles, beauty marks - Good at getting by, remarkably average at everything else, loves his job, loves his teammates, loves to be helpful - Silly homie with an air of profound sadness - Wolfgang Q. Stahl!

BLU -

Longer & darker hair, downtrodden, rarely smiles, droopy bandana - Drinks more, he's seen the other side, the living reflection of what might have been, hope is fleeting, quieter than usual - Not so good at getting by anymore, loves his teammates, hates his job, needs help - Profoundly sad homie with small streaks of joy - Same Wolfgang, different attitude!

[monroekush]

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[capnhanbers]

Omg mod hiiiii 👉👈 sry for bringing up fell joat! I know it just a concept!! But I love fell stuff!! How do you think that Naya and sans relationship would develop? Don't forget to drink water and take some time for yourself !! Love you!!

OH HIIII oh my godd i just read your comment and it made my day and fired me up and now I'm working on the next chapter :3

in fell!joat, papyrus drags sans to a grungy garage rock show. sans is not into it and is cranky to be there (or at least pretending to be) until he sees the band's lead singer/guitarist, NAYAAAA!!! she's brash and rude and rips absolute ass on stage. he's instantly smitten and in denial of that fact. naya takes longer, she's a player with many groupies, so initially she's just in it for fun but slowly starts to Actually Really Care Dammit.

and that's as far as I've thought about it XD

[capnhanbers]

YES, YES, HELL YEAH BOI HELL YEAH YEAH YES, YES ALRIGHT YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey look, it's more fanart for @capnhanbers 's amazing fanfic Jack Of All Trades!

The story is amazing and aaaa I loved this moment in particular

Also I saw the previous art being reblogged, went "ew" and fixed it

[mickmundane]

Happy 15th Anniversary to LittleBigPlanet!

Although a bit early :'] October 27th... I've been meaning to try and redo those little TF2 sackboy designs I made a while back but in the meantime, have a Jack of All Trades and Sackboy hangin' out :]

Lore + lines under the cut!

Wolfgang keeps a lot of sentimental items in his bag alongside the essentials—namely family heirlooms, but also gifts from friends! One such sentimental item is a burlap sack doll much akin to Sackboy here. Originally, it was his grandfather's from when he was a child, and now it's Wolfgang's from when he was an infant!

[mickmundane]

Sniffles really grossly.. MvM era kills me always

Brady/BLU Courier @sicc-nasti

c. June 20 2024

[mickmundane]

Houuuhhhhg. sniffles and sobs. crazy about them ... I'm gonna redraw this sometime since this was from back in December

Brandie/Admin Courier - @sicc-nasti

+ other misc doodles also from mid December

Dooley/Photographer - @queensqueercourt

Someone stopped him for a photo in the middle of a jog ^

[purpletigertaetae]

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

I WANT A RED HEADED TAE TO FUCK ME UP THANKS

AHSGSKSKSKSKSKS

TESSA WHY DO I ALWAYS SCREAM AFTER JOAT? BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE

Jack of All Trades (pt. 2)

Word Count: (again I’m not sure but I’d estimate about 1k? My laptop is still in the shop, I’ll update word Count when I can)

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual suggestion, light feeling up.

Summary: He’s back, and he’s getting bolder…or is it just cockier?

9:00pm the next night the bell dings and you know he’s here before he even has to say a word.

“Jagi! I have had an idea!” He calls out, unbuttoning his blazer and straddling his stool.

You sigh. “Do I want to hear it?”

“You do.” He gives you a wink and props his chin on his hand. “Because it involves you.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow and take out a glass, ready to mix his drink. “How so.”

“I have decided,” Tae starts, linking his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him. “To do you a favor and-“

“Hold that thought.” You shush him with your finger and slide his drink in front of him before moving down the counter to help a customer who had just sat down.

Tae frowns. “Jagi-“

You shoot him annoyed glance. “I said wait, Tae.”

His lips form into a thin line and he taps his fingers against the countertop as he waits for you to come back.

You finish serving the other mans drink and come back over to Tae. “You were saying?”

He gives a dramatic sigh and starts again. “As I was saying,”

“Ope. Sorry. One sec.” You cross to the other end of the counter again and smile in welcome to another new customer. “Hi, what can I get you?”

As the man opens his mouth to speak, Tae suddenly gets up from his seat and throws his arm around the man. “Jimin! Hey buddy how are you?”

You sigh and send him an exhasperated look. “You couldn’t wait one second?”

The man smiles and opens his mouth to speak again but Tae interrupts him. “He’ll have champagne. That’s his favorite. And because he’s extra like that. Now can I please finish my sentence?”

You pop open a bottle of your finest champagne and huff out a breath. “Fine Tae. What do you have to say?”

Leaning his arm on Jimin’s shoulder, Tae leans slightly over the counter. “I have decided to do you a favor and take your virginity. I know, hold the applause.”

You angrily slide Jimin his drink and he coughs into his hand before taking a sip. “Damn Tae, way to get a girl to like you.”

You brace your hands on the table and glare at the firey redhead. “Excuse me?”

“Come on, it’s a good deal! You’re a capital V virgin, I’m a highly sought after escort, I’m basically giving you a free expert ride. What do you say?” Tae gives you his signiture charming smile and you give him your strongest go to hell look.

“I think, that such a highly sought after escort, shouldn’t be worried about the virginity of a little ol bartender.” You snark, refilling Jimin’s glass of champagne and slapping your towel on the counter. “Especially since it’s none of your business.”

“Ooh, but you see, I’ve decided I feel bad for you, and I’ve decided to make it my business.” Tae steals Jimin’s drink out of his hand and takes a sip despite his protests. “Nobody should be a virgin in this big wide world. Especially in this bar for escorts. It’s just sad.”

He gives you a sympathetic pout and swirls Jimin’s champagne glass in his hand. “So what do you think?”

“I think,” you toss your towel onto the counter and come around the counter. “That you’re over stepping your grounds and harassing my customers by stealing their drinks. And therefore, you need to leave.”

He clicks his tongue and heads back over to his original stool, grabbing his drink and swallowing it down quickly. “I’ll leave, but I have more to say.”

Putting down his empty glass, he begins to stride towards the door. “Coming, jagi?”

You glance at your customers, all currently satisfied sipping their drinks and then back at Tae.

“You have exactly two minutes.” You warn, and follow him out the door.

Tae steps into the alley next to the bar and you follow him, folding your arms over your chest. “Two minutes, starting now.”

Tae shrugs his shoulders and shoves his hands in his pockets. “You heard my proposal, I just wanted to know if you had any questions.”

“Questions?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs again. “I know giving your virginity is a big step, so I just wanted to see if I could answer any of your questions.”

You stare at him for a moment before you sigh and lean against the wall.

“Fine. Hypothetically speaking, what would giving you my virginity look like?”

Tae quirks an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sigh and drop your arms for give a vague gesture. “What would it be like? What would you do?”

Tae hums and steps towards you, placing his hand on the wall besides your head. “What would I do?”

With his other hand, he gently cups your face in his palm and ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Well first, I’d kiss you. A lot. I’d kiss you until you relaxed and were using your hands to explore me a little all on your own. Then,”

He trails his fingers across your jaw and down the side of your neck.

“Then, I’d make my way down your neck, finding every spot that make you weak,”

His fingers ghost the hollow of your neck and you shiver.

“… like right there. I bet if I put my mouth right there you’d melt for me.” He blows hot air onto the spot and you feel heat begin to pool between your legs. And you suddenly want. You strangely want the man who has done nothing but annoy you. But he doesn’t put his mouth there. “But don’t worry jagi,” he tsks, “I won’t kiss you today.”

He leans in close to breathe his words into your ear, running the tip of his nose alongside your throat as his hand trails over the tops of your breasts then down your side.

“I’d run my hands all over your body, touching you everywhere I could, figuring out how you react to me, where you like to be touched.”

You lean your head against the wall and watch him through heavily lidded eyes, unable to tear your gaze from where his hand travels.

“Then,” he pulls his mouth away from your ear and uses the hand that was formerly against the wall to tilt your chin towards him. “Then, I would strip you completely.”

You gasp at the hard lust in his eyes and you know it mirrors your own as he continues.

“I would put my mouth, here, here, here…” he brushes his fingers back over your neck, your breasts, the back of your thighs…the inside of them…

“And most definetly, here.” His fingers graze the crotch of your jeans and you bite your lip to stifle your moan. He wasn’t even touching you enough for you to be able to feel it through the fabric, and yet your nerves felt like they were on fire.

He smirks at you. “I would spend a lot of time there, jagi. Don’t worry, I’d make you feel good.”

He pauses and shifts your figure, working one of his legs gently between yours so you are spread a little more for him. “And then, when I’ve made you feel so good you can’t possibly stand it any longer, then I will slip into you.”

He looks down into your wide eyes and flicks his tongue out over his lips. “I’d relish in the feel of that tight cunt stretching over my cock, knowing that I am the first one who ever got to stretch it. And while I am stretching it,”

He lowers his voice and trails his fingers up and down over the crotch of your jeans, light enough so you know he’s there, but not hard enough to relieve any of the tension you’re building between your legs.

“And while I’m stretching you so perfectly around me, I’m going to be touching you everywhere I already had, over and over and over again.”

Suddenly he removes his hands from your body and steps away from you, making you whine a little in protest.

“And after I make you come, I’ll leave. Simple as that.”

You stare at him for a moment and try to take in a shallow breath of air.

“Simple as that.” You whisper back.

He nods once and straightens his jacket. “I’ll let you think about it, but I’m pretty sure you’ll say yes to my offer.” He turns on his heel, giving you that charming smile and a wink as he strides out of the back alley. “See you later, jagiya.”

You huff and shake your head, trying to clear it of the fog he just gave you as you head back into your waiting bar full of customers. That man.