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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[ausgebrannt]

By the lake, near the woods.

[Caleb totally isn't shirking his camp counselor duties and sprawled on a blanket by the water in the shade going through books he borrowed from the library. Of course he isn't. Not him. He'd never.]

[werewolfing]

got it. gimme a few.

[ as promised, in a few minutes, caleb gets bodily tackled by a very large wolf. not sorry about losing his page. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Surprisingly, even if he probably ought to have seen it coming, Caleb is not expecting the tackling. He oofs a soft surprise before shaking his head. He's lost his page without a doubt. And his book. It went flying vaguely leftward. He'll get it later.

But that doesn't stop him from reaching up to wrap his arms around said very large wolf's neck.]

You were faster than I expected. [Not a complaint.]

[werewolfing]

[ said wolf gives a very thorough sniff of caleb's face and licks his nose before becoming a man again, kneeling over him. ]

I could've been an hour, you were reading. So who were you gonna tell?

[ peter is more gentle when he drapes himself over caleb, at least. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb wrinkles his nose and laughs as Peter changes forms. His hands drop to rest at his hips.

All right, he did agree to tell him.] ...Vex'ahlia. I thought she might be proud of the accomplishment.

[And look Caleb had to tell someone.]

[werewolfing]

[ peter laughs hard enough to shake them both. ]

Oh mindro. You're a fucking gem.

[ he'd bet she would give caleb a high-five. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb's lips press into a pout at the laughter -- or well, they try anyway. It's always hard to resist Peter's laughter.

That doesn't stop him from reaching up to plant a hand over that beautiful mouth.]

I had to tell someone. It was burning a hole in me. Someone should know I've found a beautiful boy who fucks like a wild creature.

[He would deserve that high-five.]

[werewolfing]

[ as though caleb can shut him up like that. ]

Glad I'm bragworthy. Were you gonna tell her that you fuck like a wild creature too?

[ then he gets that hand licked, a broad swipe across the palm. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb isn't moving the hand anyway.]

You're the accomplishment of a lifetime, Schatz. And no, just you-- ah.

[He cuts off when Peter licks him like a five year old. Caleb's eyes narrow, but there's laughter in the silent sound of his voice.]

Brat.

[werewolfing]

A lifetime? Goddamn, iubit.

[ peter just waggles his eyebrows and does it again, though he picks a mostly dry part of caleb's palm this time. nobody accused him of maturity, or if they did, they were very wrong. ]

Yep. You like me anyway.

[ausgebrannt]

Fuck me, I do.

[He likes him so very much. There's no help for it anyway. But now that he's been licked twice, he moves his hand -- and very maturely wipes his palm on Peter's cheek.]

I like you so much.

[That's not quite the extent of it. Caleb loves him.]

[werewolfing]

Fucking you's part of why you like me.

[ he looks smug until caleb wipes his own spit on his scruffy face, at which point he chuckles and rubs his cheek off on his own shoulder. ]

Yeah, I like you an awful lot too.

[ and peter loves him, and they both know it. at this point, it's mostly a game of chicken as to who will slip and say it first. it won't be peter. ]

[ausgebrannt]

Yes, it is. But only a small part.

[A pause, a very thoughtful hum,] Well, I wouldn't say small.

[Caleb can also be a brat.

He knows the words will slip from him soon; they want to bubble out of him already. Leaning up, he brushes his lips over Peter's briefly.]

[werewolfing]

It does the job, according to your very encouraging feedback. Are you being a size queen, iubit?

[ peter loves his brattiness. and also kissing. he meets caleb halfway, then chases him to lightly snag caleb's lower lip between his teeth. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Caleb is too busy gasping and surging up to meet Peter's mouth to fluster too much at that question. So much for brief, but this is much much better.]

More than does the job, Mondschein.

[His hands slip into Peter's hair, holding him in the kiss.]

I have feedback on this mouth of yours, too, if you'd like to hear it.

[werewolfing]

[ peter lets his teeth dig a bit into caleb's lip before he kisses him properly, soothing the bite with his tongue. ]

I do like being good at what I do.

[ the hold makes peter growl softly, deepening the kiss. ]

Would love to.

[ausgebrannt]

[It can't be a surprise by now that Caleb likes teeth, likes all of Peter's sharp edges. Or if isn't, the way he yields completely in the next moment to welcome the kiss deeper will likely be evidence enough.]

It's wicked. [Is the start, and entirely a compliment.] You kiss me and it's like kissing the wind. It steals all my breath, but who needs to breathe anyway when I can taste your lips instead.

[He's only barely aware of the words pouring through their connection, firmly swept up in kissing him back, fingers still buried in his hair.]

[werewolfing]

[ it's not a surprise, but it is incredibly satisfying. peter enjoys marking caleb in places his clothes will hide, or nipping at his lips and earlobes when he wants attention or think caleb requires a distraction. ]

I would rather kiss you than breathe anyway. What do you want from my wicked mouth, iubit?

[ his fingers slide into caleb's hair, tangling to hold his head close as though he might decide to pull away and not let peter follow. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Peter is the best distraction that he could possibly ask for, and gods does Caleb need to be distracted. Being pulled out of his own thoughts sometimes is perhaps the best thing that can happen to him.]

Good. Then kiss me, Mondschein.

[Or well, keeping kissing him. They haven't actually stopped since they started, and by the hand in his hair, Caleb thinks Peter will be okay with this course of action.]

Anything. Everything. Unmake me.