Pac-man X Pinky Novels & Stories

"Names." "We're with the supply side," I said, my voice flat and bored. I channeled my best Jax Carter impression. "Direct contact. Not on the list." The man's eyes moved to Ren, who just stared back with a look of pure, cold hatred. Three seconds later, the bouncer held out his hand. "Phones." I handed mine over without a blink. Ren did the same. The door opened, and we stepped into the belly of the beast. Inside, the music hit my chest like a blow. Red and blue lights cut through a thick cloud of smoke. The air smelled like expensive alcohol and a strong, manufactured chemical scent.

Nico entered balancing his laptop beneath one arm while carrying what seemed like enough pizza to feed an army. “I figured we’d all end up eating eventually,” he said by way of greeting, crossing the room to his usual station. Within seconds the laptop had replaced the pizza as his priority, his fingers a blur across the keyboard before he’d even fully settled into his chair. Elena watched him for a moment before smiling. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you stop working.” Another knock echoed through the room. Darren walked in first, Byron following a step behind. Some things never changed. Darren noticed the pizza before he noticed anything else, his attention immediately shifting toward the

Jean questioned again. “To get a snack for me; I’m hungry,” said Marie, and that is when she saw Jean was holding two puff pastries which raised a doubt in her mind about who it was for as the pantry did not give more than one snack of the same kind to one person. Jean put forward her hand, offering her one of the puff pastries that she was holding. “This is for me?” Marie asked at which Jean did not reply straight; instead, she replied sarcastically. She said, “Who else will it be for?!”

Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line. "Lick it clean, or I'll make sure you're carried out of here on a stretcher." Colton let out a disgusted sound, scrunching up his face. "That's gross." I shot him a glare. "You don't get it. Saliva's antiseptic." While we bantered back and forth, Zach turned to leave. Colton's bodyguards blocked the door, clearly unwilling to let him off so easily. A commotion erupted outside, and then Wynona burst through the door, right on cue.

Also, the thorns in my life will disappear. …………………………………………………………………. Patrick’s POV “Phoenix is a terrible person!” Mantus angrily said while holding his Rubik’s cube. He was solving it until now. “He treats my brother as a guinea pig!” He added. Then, he put in his sling bag the wristwatch he was wearing earlier.

howled Pierre Zhaopardy with his whole straining body while squirting out lots of his quintessence inside his Rendy Pluto’s mouth. Rendy Pluto swallowed all his Pierre Darling’s quintessence without any doubt. Pierre Zhaopardy pushed gently his Rendy Pluto Darling’s body so that Rendy Pluto was lying on the bed now. Pierre Zhaopardy opened the small drawers beside the bed. Luckily he found some safety pacifiers in one of those drawers. He took one, he took off his Rendy Darling’s sexy mini briefs, and then he applied that safety pacifier onto his Rendy Darling’s manhood device.

"Oh really. Best of luck next time but now. I want to see your shivering during cum." He enters his hand inside my panty and I exhale louder, "Oh damn. Mick." I close my eyes and he is rubbing in my V-lips with his middle finger. I hold his arm closer to me. "You are already wet. I think it will be a fountain sooner." And he intakes my nipple. I grip his hair. He leaves my nipple and again sits between my legs. "Aah, Mick. Please continue." I beg and he smirks. "With honor." He takes off my panty and spreads my legs as much as I am flexible. "I must say, pink is my favorite color from now." And his face is on my core. I arch my back and his tongue is licking my clit.

You are Pinky and Pinky is not afraid of hands that don’t touch her. Inside a memory detonated without permission. Adrian at seventeen, reaching across a table to brush something from her hair, so casual, so unbothered, completely unaware of what it did to her. The same hands. Older now. Steadier. Infinitely more dangerous. Stop. “You’re getting greedy,” Pinky said. His hand lowered. Slowly. “Maybe,” he said. “Or maybe I just know what I’m looking for.” I stepped into his space. His turn to hold still.

Amanda and I shared a brief laugh. “You have to wrap your pinky finger around his own” Amandaa explained. “Oh!” Then he does as Amanda told him. Milan grins widely. I don’t blame Mikr for not knowing how to pinky swear, we all know he didn’t have a normal childhood. “So.. Amanda let’s go?” “Yeah!” We turn towards the door.“Wait!” Mike’s voice stop us. I groan what does he wants now. He deep his hand in his pants pocket and brings out his wallet, he opens it and take out his black card and hands it to me. I stare at him in confusion.