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[psych0ruinz]

Two little sfw peaks of my Cegan father's day wip!

CW: Implied dubcon, incorrect useage of the word Daddy, Age difference, and blah blah blah! <3

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Negan let out a pleased hum and picked up the glass of water and tipped it against Carl's lips “Be good for Daddy, kid. You're going to swallow this real good for me.” Negan said as he poured a bit of the water into Carl's frozen mouth. In a swift movement Negan slipped his thumb out and forced Carl's jaw shut. “Swallow, baby.” he hissed hot and smugly through his teeth. Carl hated that grin. He hated it.

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“You're disgusting.” Carl breathed out watery, blinking away the tears which had accumulated on his lashes. “You're a freak.” Carl added, voice more firm and a little less liquid. Negan raised his brows and huffed out a laugh “No thank you Negan? Not even a thanks Daddy? Damn, here I was being charitable.” he replied self-satisfied to Carl, swirling the water in the glass before taking a sip from the side he had pressed to Carl's lips.

[mollymaukismyson]

"Did I hurt you?" His voice is so soft, so worried, as his hand hovers over the wound.

"Eh, no... I mean, just a little." Mollymauk was now tending to the injury on Caleb's arm, Jester having used all her spells to heal the others from much more devastating blows. They're all asleep now, and the pair is left alone with nothing but the fire light and night sky for company. Mollymauk smiles, brushing a stray hair behind Caleb's ear.

"Good. I dont want you to hurt." Its whispered, and Caleb almost doesn't catch it, before Mollymauk goes back to cleaning the wound. He watches how he furrows his brow in concentration, how curls keep falling down into his face.

How cute.

Caleb's heart twists.

"Mollymauk, I think-" And Molly looks up, and Caleb swears there's something hopeful in those red eyes. But Caleb stops, sputters for a moment, and turns his head. "I think I'm fine."

[honeycoveredrose]

I hate men.

"How could you be so mean?"

Well geez,

How could you try to strip me of my dreams?

Tell me who I am and am not,

Tell me I need to stop being so smart?

Tell me to find a husband, to quiet down,

Tell me to smile instead of frown?

How am I supposed to stay calm, collected,

When all my happiness is supposed to be neglected?

Dont you dare ask me again,

Why I say I hate men.

[psych0ruinz]

Happy Father's Day!!

Finally got my cegan father's day fic out!!!

Cw: Piss Kink, Age Difference, Trans Carl, Carl x Negan

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Author Commentary Underneath:

I wanted to challenge myself to finally finishing a fic! Also posting one. So i kept talking about this one and gave myself an actual deadline. by being public about having a deadline i was able to not put off writing! i have been trying to get into writing so this was really fun to do! I actually enjoyed writing! i blew past my nightly word count almost evertime! i only gave myself a week.

honestly there wasn't even meant to be cum in this but divine inspo hit me and i think it deserved to be dirtier than it originally was

[psych0ruinz]

wrote a quick something *mwah*

idk i just need to get something out ya know.

There is something under your skin, not something fully physical though it could be. It could be. So you need to move, floor firm and wooden under your bare feet. You remember when it was redone. It doesn't feel as grainy as it did decades ago. It was decades ago it was redone. It had to be. You press your fingers to your temple firm as you step into the kitchen, old tile. One's cracked, but it was cracked when it was put in. But it's not enough moving room to room, mind racing while something tries to burst from your skin. Because you need to run. You need to flee.

There is almost an everyday manic energy as you step to your room. You don't even pull on socks, just slip on your slippers. Pull on a discarded floor jacket that's too big. It's night and through the blinds in the dim light of your room. It's pitch black outside, it's nothing. But it's better than here, better than trapped and clawing and ripping. Your keys are discarded onto your bedside table for what must be the first time. You know you have exactly two dollars and fifty cents, a miracle. So it's not like you're going out to get anything as you grab the keys almost desperately. You just need to escape. Or do something. Get somewhere that's not here before the centipedes under your skin start bursting out.

[honeycoveredrose]

I have a crush on love herself,

I seek her touch,

Miss her warmth.

I have a crush on love herself,

I think of her at dawn,

Dream of her at night.

I have a crush on love herself.

[honeycoveredrose]

I had a dream last night,

I was holding you hand,

And the world didn't stare.

I was kissing your cheek,

And the world didn't sneer.

I was holding you close,

And for once,

Everything felt right.

[honeycoveredrose]

I take a deep breath

And I let my mind wander

I close my eyes

And I let my thoughts in

I listen to the words I refuse to hear

I listen to the truths and the lies as they appear

I let myself drift

Far away, into the waves of the night

I let myself get lost in the sea

To find myself again when I am ready

I let myself live without fear

And when I awake again from this dream,

I will start again tomorrow.