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Rolling Oaks Mall in San Antonio, Texas 2022
#this was in an abandoned wing of the mall#rolling oaks mall#malls#retro#texas#dead mall#abandoned#liminal spaces#aesthetic#empty malls#san antonio
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Bunny Ears (Part 17) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.
The ringing phone turned your peaceful sleep into a groan and soft 'thwump' as you rolled out of bed, swearing as you picked yourself up out of bed and padded through to your phone. Rubbing at your eyes as you took a moment to yawn before glancing at the clock on the wall that you'd finally gotten round to mounting. It wasn't too early you supposed, but you wanted to sleep in on one of your days off at least.
"Hello?"
You heard your name being chuckled through the phone, the gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine as you woke up a little more. Rubbing at your face as you tried to listen to the familiar voice.
"Good morning, bunny. It sounds like I woke you up." His own voice was deep in a way you hadn't heard before, making you smile as your finger twisted the phone cord idly whilst you talked, making an approving hum.
"You sound pretty tired yourself this morning, Will." Making him chuckle and you could faintly hear the rustle of cloth in the background as it took him a moment to answer.
"Well I did just wake up myself. I haven't even left my bed yet." Your cheeks flooding with heat at the image that flashed in your mind of William. Laid in bed and sprawled out, holding the phone to his ear and talking to you in his half-asleep voice. The thought made you wish you had a mobile so that you could say the same thing back to him. "I'm shirtless too, if that helps your little daydream." Practically hearing the smirk in his voice.
"I-I wasn't- I... You..." It was too early to have your boyfriend fluster you in such a way, hearing him chuckling as you stumbled over your words and hearing the rustle of cloth that you now assumed was his comforter being moved as he shifted in the bed. Wondering what colour it was. You could totally see him rocking black satin sheets somehow.
"Sorry bunny, I couldn't resist. You sound so adorable all sleepy and flustered like this. I'm now far more tempted to make these calls a regular thing." The thought made your knees weak and suddenly you were all to eager for the mornings if he followed through with it. Giggling as you bit your lip and tightened your grip on your phone cord.
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Afton." Hearing his chuckle before he made a little noise that you tried to imagine was him stretching, letting out a satisfied sigh afterwards as if to confirm your theory. Wondering if he understood that he kept finding new ways to surprise you and make you even more smitten with him, if you had the same effect on him despite not being as experienced in the whole 'dating' thing.
"Oh I'd say worse if I wanted to do that, honey." A slight scratching sound making you think he'd run his hand over his beard, perhaps wiping the sleep from his face just like you were doing. "Anyway, I wanted to call and ask if you wanted to go out together today? Henry texted me last night that him and Sarah are going to a new mall that opened and apparently she's eager to spend some more 'girl time' together."
It was sweet to you that Henry's wife clearly thought to highly of you, your cheeks flushed and looking at the clock, nodding to yourself despite the fact that he couldn't see you. Freeing your hand from the cord and touching your hair, wondering if you should shower that morning before you went out and deciding that it was probably for the best.
"Sure, I'd love that William. Are you up for socialising today?" Teasing him as you heard a slight grunt and shifting cloth again, a low hum before he answered you in that deep gravel that made your knees weak and body ache.
"Got at least one thing to sort before I'm acceptable to be out in public, but I'll always make exceptions to 'no socialising' if I get to spend more time with you sweetheart." You giggled at his affectionate use of nicknames for you, wondering if he would only ever use your name if you were in trouble or in a professional setting. Chewing on your lip as he yawned down the phone, building the image of him in your mind during the call. "Oh, and I want to ask something."
"Sure Will, what is it?"
"Can you not wear my hoodie today? Not that I don't love seeing you in it, I just...have a present to give you and now seems like a good time. But it requires you to be jacketless." He explained, voice somewhat sheepish as you smiled into the phone. Raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out what it was that he was going to give you.
"You don't have to get me anything Will." Speaking softly and hearing him chuckle as he spoke again, speaking lowly as he stretched again on the other side.
"No, I know. But what else am I supposed to do with this money I've saved aside from treat you, my beautiful girlfriend?" Making you blush as you shrugged your shoulders and thought for a moment before speaking again.
"Pay off your mortgage? Pay off your car? Spoil Vanessa rotten?" Hearing that chuckle become more awake as you talked, making you smile wider as you heard what sounded like him turning over in bed.
"Baby-girl, bunny, I own my own house and my own car. I already spoil her rotten, so what if I want to spoil the other girl in my life too?"
"Owning your own home and car is probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard." You joke, pulling your phone away from your ear as William laughed loudly into the landline, making you beam with pride that you'd made him laugh like that.
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Sarah and Henry had picked you up a few hours later, dressed in a black skirt and a baggy t-shirt from a metal band you'd forgotten you even purchased a few years ago. Deciding to apply a little lip-gloss and mascara, as well as some eyeliner like how Sarah had showed you, although yours wasn't perhaps as skilled as hers had been. The pack of used make-up wipes and the slightly red skin around your eyes from the what felt like hundreds of attempts attested to your practise however.
"You look like the kind of girl we would have tried to set Will up with in college." Sarah laughed when she saw you, making you blush as you'd climbed into the car.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Absolutely. He's going to faint when he sees you." Henry confirmed, grinning at you before heading out. The drive had been a little long, but when you finally arrived, you found yourself scanning the lot to try and spot William's car.
Walking just behind the couple as you all headed inside, scanning the bright banners that advertised the grand-opening and the sales going on inside because of it. Smiling as you saw Sarah practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect of a bargain, Henry staring at his pager for a moment before waving his hand to get you to follow him. Sarah linking arms with you and letting him lead as Henry looked at the mall map and tried to figure out where to go, presumably from a text from William.
"He's in the food court, wanted to get coffee and some food before we spend hours in here." Henry laughed, making Sarah roll her eyes and scoff at the thought, looking around at how busy it was since it was the opening week of the mall.
"We're going to miss out on the best sales!"
"Babe, I love you, my darling wife, but they are aware that a lot of people would be coming so probably over-stocked a lot of the shops." He explained, looking at her with a gentle smile, receiving one back from his wife before he moved off.
It was pretty quick to spot William in the food court, sat at a table, one leg brought up to rest on his knee, leaning back into the chair did little to hide his tall stature and he was broader than most of the chairs were seemingly designed for. A purple bag sat on the floor besides him as he drummed his fingers idly against the metal table, expression a slight frown as he waited.
You couldn't help but blink and admire him in a lighter colour pair of jeans and another tight t-shirt, black with some design that had faded but you could recognise as some punk bank you'd vaguely heard of. He looked good. His glasses perched on the end of his nose as he reached up to adjust them, seemingly lost in his own little world and failing to notice your approach.
Grinning widely, you broke away from the group and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug as he grunted from the slight impact, his arms wrapping around you and one hand landing on your thigh just because of the fact he was sitting whilst you ran at him. Hearing laughter behind you, you assumed his expression was mildly confused. Taking a second to register who was holding onto him before he turned his head and let his stubble scratch across your cheek and planting a kiss along your neck. Pulling you tighter to him and his large hand pressing into your back and his other one moved from your thigh.
"Well hello to you too, bunny." He laughed into your neck, making you shudder as the hot air brushed your skin. Planting a soft kiss to the top of his head before pulling back to grin at him.
"I couldn't help it, I wanted to hug you." Playfully pouting at him, watching the lopsided smile grow before he planted a firm kiss on your lip, humming into it and licking his lips when he pulled away, the slightly sheen on your gloss visible on his lips and making you giggle.
"Well I'm never going to say no to that now, am I? And I approve of that cherry flavour, I quite like cherry." William grinned as he went in for another kiss, waving off Henry as he wolf whistled whilst taking a seat at the table.
"Get a room love-birds!" He teased, earning a smack on the arm from his wife as you parted from William's lips again, both smiling as he ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Finally seeing what you were wearing and pausing, blinking and eyes widening as he saw you in the skirt, boots and metal t-shirt. Seemingly processing what was before him as Sarah laughed.
"Told you he'd break a bit." William seemed to snap out of the comment, shooting a sideways scowl before smiling at you again, taking a barely perceptible shuddering breath. Resuming the path of his hand on your back and making you feel relaxed under his touch.
Reaching down, he brought up the bag with a smile, waggling it in front of you and kicking out a chair for you to sit on. Making you raise an eyebrow curiously before you opened it. Glancing at the matching bracelets that both of you constantly wore with a smile before untying the little ribbon at the top of the bag. Brow furrowed in concentration as you undid it and looked inside. Gently taking out the material inside and thumbs brushing over it. Something faintly spicy hitting your senses before you let the material unfold, revealing a large hoodie that would surely look baggy on Afton even. Black with a zip down the front, eyes widening as you realised there was a little embroidered part in black thread over the breast. A little leaping bunny, looking closer at it as you saw a speck of purple. Grinning wider as you realised it was wearing a tiny purple bow-tie.
"Thank you Will, I love it!" Throwing your arms around him and his arms came up automatically to wrap around you this time, holding you close and planting a kiss on your cheek as he laughed slightly at the second over the top hug you'd put him through for the day.
"You're more than welcome, bunny. I know it's subtle, but I thought you'd get a kick out of it." He whispered to you, planting another kiss and taking a deep breath, squeezing you slightly before he let you go. Allowing you to slip the massive sleeves on and shrug it onto your shoulders, the size absolutely drowning you as you felt the soft material against your skin. Realising that the spicy smell was his cologne that he always wore, you came to the conclusion that either he'd drowned it in the stuff, or that he'd secretly been wearing it for a few days to get the scent there. Either one made you incredibly happy and made your chest tighten and flutter.
"Good job you got a zippered one Wills, she might look she might have nothing else on otherwise!" Henry laughed, earning an eyeroll from Sarah as she all but dragged him up to go and get coffee and some food since that was what you'd gone there for. Leaving William to take your hand and stroke his thumb over the knuckles before planting a kiss there, your cheeks flushing as he raked his gaze across your body before meeting your curious eyes.
"Oh, trust me. She's already been occupying my thoughts with such delicious ideas today." Whispering it as Henry was clearly intended not to hear it. Making you shudder and feel your thighs press together slightly as he held your gaze hungrily, placing a conversely chaste kiss against your knuckles again.
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Henry and William had gone off to look at some of the stores that took their interest, and you and Sarah had split off. Chatting together idly and Sarah making you laugh and blush as you talked about various things together, her teasing you about breaking your boyfriend with your outfit. You hadn't been in many stores. more following Sarah until your eyes drifted to a dark store-front, brow furrowing as you tried to figure out why the windows were darkened with minimal branding on it, but the door was propped open to welcome people inside.
Sarah noticed your gaze with a wicked grin, practically sprinting and dragging you behind her to go inside despite your protests that you weren't sure it was even open. Blinking as you adjusted to the low light inside and felt your cheeks heating up as you realised that it was a discreet lingerie store. Eyes flickering over racks of lace and satin, cheeks burning as you tried to avoid looking anywhere in particular but feeling yourself curiously looking at certain pieces.
"Don't tell me you've never been in a lingerie store before?" Sarah teased as she noticed your burning cheeks, your eyes widening as she seemed to say it all too loudly over the quiet music playing in the store.
Shaking your head slowly and making the older woman squeal in delight that she got to introduce you to another new thing, taking your arm and walking you through the racks. Grinning widely as she thumbed through the racks and occasionally glancing at you. "So, do you have any big dates planned with William?" Her voice sing-song as she pried and clearly fished for a reason for you to remain in the store for a bit longer.
"I-I mean, I'm going to his house on Friday?" You stammered out, making Sarah pause and raise an eyebrow at you. Checking you were serious before her jaw dropped and her eyes widened, suddenly squealing happily and seizing you by the arms, jumping up and down slightly, catching you off guard.
"Girl! Dear! He didn't even invite his ex-wife around his house until they were engaged. Even then it took her suggesting it for a month before he reluctantly agreed. Did he ask you?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Oh my god, he's probably cooking for you too then! I bet it's going to be such a cute date!!" The blonde squealed in excitement and made you feel a little self-conscious as other patrons of the store threw questioning glances your way before returning to their own browsing. Planting a kiss on your cheek before she looked about conspicuously, taking you to some back corner away from the most prying eyes and speaking quietly to you. "Have you thought about..you know?"
"About what Sarah, there have been a lot of thoughts recently." Crossing your arms over your chest, fiddling with the sleeves to help calm your nerves, William's cologne helping to relax you despite your nervousness.
"Have you thought about...Well, no delicate way to put this...Whether you want to have sex with him?"
You were sure your cheeks couldn't get any hotter, but somehow you were proven wrong as they increased in temperature again. Shoulders tensing as your mind froze and then began to race. Feeling embarrassed that Sarah had asked you so blunty, but then you supposed that this was the same woman who had told you your boyfriend was a player in college in a restaurant bathroom whilst reapplying her lipgloss.
"I um...Maybe? A-A few times maybe...I mean...That's normal, right?"
"Of course it's natural sweetie. But, I was thinking you probably want to feel sexy and cute for that time, so why don't we shop for something for you and you can wear it when the time feels right? Men love this shit, and it can make you feel like a million dollars too." She suggested, returning to her normal, calming voice once she saw how nervous you were. Nodding your head slowly and playing with the sleeves more on your hoodie, letting Sarah gently take your arm and guide you around to look at various styles.
She talked lowly and slowly for you, whispering to you about the pros and cons of each style and material and after a few minutes of her patiently walking you through everything, you felt glad you had a friend who seemed to know about all these sorts of things. Relaxing a little more as she talked you through the various bits and pieces that you were clueless about.
Eventually, something caught your eye and your fingers reached out to brush the delicate chiffon fabric. Picking up the hanger and fingers moving over the lace cups, the slight strap that went down the front. It looked almost like a see-through slip, and Sarah hummed over your shoulder as you looked over the item.
"That's a baby-doll set. They're super comfy and breezy, plus they offer a little more cover than some types, whilst still being revealing." She explained lowly, making you nod in understanding as you bit your lip. Chewing it slightly as you admired the sheer black fabric, the details on the cups forming flowers and leaves. A small vine-like design moving from between the cups and forming a sort of halter-neck strap alongside the two shoulder straps. You guessed it had something to do with lines and how people tended to let their eyes move over a person.
"I-I think I like this one." Blushing as Sarah nodded and squeezed your arm lightly, leading you towards the cashiers with a few selections of her own, after she made sure you had the right size for yourself. Letting you pay for it and beaming with pride as you took the bag, the discreet branding of it meaning you didn't quite feel a burning guilt that everybody would know where you'd been.
"Let's go find something pretty to put over the top of it now. We've got some time before the boys come back after all." Sarah giggled, taking your arm and leading you again. "And I think you chose well. William, from what Henry has said, is a man of...tastes."
You raised an eyebrow at her, but she refused to elaborate, only grinning at you wickedly and focusing on her hunt for an appropriate shop for her purposes, woman on a mission as she tried to guide you through the art of feeling sexy for yourself.
Suddenly, you couldn't wait for Friday. Even more than you had been before.
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pairing: santa!francisco "frankie" morales x fem!reader
word count & rating: 2.4k words | explicit - minors dni
summary: more santa frankie porn anyone?
tags: santa kink???, free use, spreader bar, creampie, come eating, facefucking, throatpie, anal sex, degradation, cum, pet names (honey, little girl, sweet girl, baby), praise, CUM AGAIN GUYS LIKE IDK WHAT HAPPENED HERE.
notes: i have had too much alcohol to edit this so take it as is. this is the part where i tell you i am actually gonna go on hiatus now, no posting from me. merry christmas, and to all a good night!!!!!
The spreader bar has your legs cramping, pulled tight against your body as your knees touch your bare chest. You’re wet, dripping and aching as you wait for him to get back. During the visit this morning, Santa saw to it that your pussy was put to good use, cumming inside you twice before he lapped at what dripped out. He’d left you with a swat on your thigh, promises of turning you into a toaster strudel later on something for you to hang onto.
It’s been hours since then, his cum still leaking from your used hole as you lay spread on this dark oak work bench. By your count, it’s been about a month and a half since the incident at the mall. True to his words, once the holiday season had wrapped, Santa whisked you away from the harsh reality of your real life back to the magical wonderland of Christmasville. Here, you have nothing to worry about—except, of course, swallowing Mr. Claus’ snowy load. Despite your efforts, you have yet to convince him that you’re a good girl. Luckily you’ve still got most of the year to get him to change his mind.
You can hear the soft metal thud of the unlatched security bar falling from its place within the metal frame. Before being turned into an elf’s workshop-slash-playroom, this had been a stable for Dasher, Dancer, and the rest of the fleet. Now, it was where you stayed, getting very little sleep between the raucous orgasms that Santa Claus brought you with the smooth glide of his sugary cane. Your favourite activity was sucking his cock, Santa’s cum settling on your tongue with a slow-rolling sweetness to it.
When the barn doors swing open, he’s there, eyes waiting to take you in.
“You been a good girl while I was gone?” he asks.
“Yes, Mr. Claus,” you say softly.
“Hmm. I don’t know about that, little girl.”
“Please, Santa. I’m a good girl, I promise. I don’t know how I can prove it to you.” The fine links of metal that connect the leather cuffs that bind you to the bar between your legs rattle when you huff.
“In what world do good little girls talk back?” Fra—Santa asks.
He stalks over to your body with pounding steps. Santa rounds the table towards the end closer to your head rather than your pussy. He hauls you to the edge of the work table, your head jutting out from the edge of the surface. Immediately, he begins unbuttoning the front of his striped long johns. Whipping out his stunningly long cock, he rubs the swollen head across the seam of your lips. Sticking your tongue out, you lap at the sugary precum beading at the very tip of him. He pulls it away and smacks the length of himself against your cheek.
“Gotta teach you a lesson about politeness then, huh?”
Santa digs the thumb of his right hand into the crook of your jaw, forcing your mouth open. As soon as your lips part, he’s shoving his cock inside. He blocks your airway with his dick, sliding all the way to the back of your throat. A short thatch of hair tickles your nose.
“That’s right, little girl. Nice and quiet, huh? That’s how I like you.”
He runs the rough pads of his fingers over the skin of your throat, poking it with a firm press to touch himself. The action has you gagging, breaths stuttering as they come out of your nose.a
“Swallow,” Santa instructs you. You do as your told, swallowing around his cock as he rests inside your throat. “Bet you like it when I keep my sleigh in the garage like this. Nestled deep inside of you while you keep my cock warm. S’all you need to do, honey. No need to get all fussy, alright?” he asks.
You try your best to nod, telling him you understand. Still, he isn’t convinced.
“See, you’re hearing me but I don’t think you quite get it. Gotta really—” He withdraws from your mouth the slightest bit, only to slam back in with force from his hips. You choke again. “—communicate the point. Drive it home.”
He sets a punishing pace fucking your face, using your mouth for all it’s worth. Every time your throat bobs with a swallow, he squeezes your neck. The diminished airflow keeps you hazy, lightheaded as your vision swims. The sight and smell of him taking you like this has you wetter than the Atlantic Ocean, slick dripping from you down the seam of your ass.
“My little baby think’s she knows what’s best, huh? Only I get to determine when you’ve been a good girl. I know you think you are, but trust—fuck—trust me. Santa knows.”
Those words have you moaning around him, drool gathering on your lips and at the corners of your mouth.
“Gonna give you a little treat, alright? See how you like it.”
With another few thrusts, he’s spilling his silky load down your throat. Santa grunts roughly as each stripe paints your gullet. When he’s finished, he gives your cheek a gentle slap.
“Good job, honey,” he says as he slips out of you.
Hauling air into your lungs, your throat feels clogged. Cheekily, you blow him a bubble with the remnants left in your mouth. This earns you a rare-sought smile as he pops it, sticking his thumb in your mouth to suck. You lave your tongue over the ridges of it slowly, watching as Santa tucks his balls and cock into his fleece pants once again.
“You’re learning,” he whispers. From down here, it almost sounds endearing.
Santa uses the leverage on your head to push you back onto the table fully, the back of your skull resting against the warm table. Then he moves to the other end of your body, unlocking the small locks along the cuffs to release your hands and feet. Instinctively, you curl into yourself, nursing the spasming pain in your muscles.
You’re shocked when Santa engulfs your body in his arms, picking you up from the table in a cradling position.
“How does a nice hot bath sound?” he asks.
“Good, Santa. I’d like that,” you say. “Please and thank you.”
“Aw, honey. Bein’ a good little whore teaching you some manners, is it?”
He carries you from the shed-workshop, shielding your body from the Christmasville cold with the fluffy fabric of his coat sleeve.
“That’s a fuckin’ good girl,” Santa groans. You’re on his knees for him, panting against the table as you crane your neck to get a look at him. His eyes are trained to your rear, watching as he feeds his cock past the tight rim of your ass.
Your pussy flutters at the alluring sight, Mr. Claus purely enraptured as you take him into your body. He settles in your hole, pausing to savour the restricting warmth around his already spent cock. He’s been out here for a while, fucking your throat to train you out of that pesky gagging habit. Then he’d moved onto your pussy, giving it some well-deserved attention (his words) and wringing two orgasms from you.
“You’ve got a cute little cookie,” he says. “But nothing can beat the feel of this tight ass, honey.”
“Please, Mr. Claus. I need it,” you whisper.
“You’ll get it, little girl. Gonna be leaking pure Christmas Claus from all of your sweet fuckholes in no time.”
When he moves, he starts off slow, the glide aided by a generous helping of your slick, his cum, and some sort of sparkling lubricant.
“Snowman tears, honey. This shit will keep you slicker than egg nog.”
Each slow thrust has you moaning softly, the new sensation of fullness almost too much for your brain to process. You can’t think straight—not that you do much of that too often anymore anyway. Santa keeps a solid grip on your hips as he spears you, moans growing louder with each slide in and out of your asshole.
“Anyone ever had a piece of this brownie back here, little girl?”
“N-no, Mr. Claus. Just you.”
“That’s very nice to hear,” Santa says. “Ho ho, baby. This might just be enough to get you off that naughty list.”
Another thrust has you muttering a curse.
“Or not,” he says. “Sometimes I think you wanna stay there, honey.”
God, yes. Absolutely. If being bad gets you all of this? You’ll stay naughty forever.
Santa picks up speed, hand slithering down your side to find your clit. He takes advantage of your soaking folds, swiping a finger between them before returning it to your swollen nub. He pinches and pulls at it for a moment, more painful than pleasurable, before swirling around it with his index in time with every thrust.
Your forehead wrinkles as you draw your brows together, focusing on the candied coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your low belly. Squeezing your ass around him earns you a drawn out moan and a harsh slap on your left cheek.
“Fuckin’ little whore, aren’t you baby? Born for this, eh? Shit, this hot little ass is gonna be full of me.”
“Please Santa. Mr. Claus, I need it.”
“How bad do you need me, little girl? How bad d’you need your Santa?” he asks.
Your Santa. Like Mrs. Claus isn’t his wife, like the world doesn’t turn on his holiday dial. If he’s yours right now, there’s no way you’ll ever get to keep him.
“So bad, Santa. I need it so, so bad. Need to take it. Feel it drip out of me.”
You gasp with a particularly harsh thrust, teeth set on the edge of your lip. He flops over your back, chest meeting your spine as he turns you into a festive twinkie. When he’s done emptying himself inside you, Santa pulls his cock out of you in one go. You can feel it dribble past your fucked out sphincter, leaving dots of icing at the edges of your pussy.
He runs a soothing hand down your spine, moving around the work table to take your face into his hands.
“Santa’s little girl,” he coos. You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or not. When he slips two fingers past your lips, you forget about it instantly.
He takes them away just as quickly, returning to your ass as Santa gathers his cum that’s spilled out of you and presses it back into your hole. Over-sensitivity rocks your body in waves, each gentle push of him of him cramming cum back inside giving you shivers.
You lay on the floor, thick blankets beneath you as you look up. Santa holds himself over you, inside of you, panting into the crux of your neck. You can still feel him pulsing, thick cock stretching you open as he grits his teeth through his orgasm. When he’s finished, he carefully pulls away from you to lay on his back beside you.
“You’re a good girl, honey,” he says. You can feel his cum start to leak back out of you.
“You think so?” you ask.
“I know so,” Santa says. “Don’t play coy. You know it too.”
You roll onto your side, hips parallel with the floor. Holding your head up with your arm, your eyes find his. “Then why am I still here?”
It’s been months. By now, it must be nearing the warmer months of the year in places unlike Christmasville—which stays bitterly cold all year long. If he knows that you’re good, if you’ve earned a spot on the nice list…why has he kept you?
“I’ve grown a little fond of you, I guess.” You give him a curious look. “Lonely out here for an old man.”
He doesn’t look that old, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you say, “It gets lonely back home for me too.”
“I can’t imagine how that’s true,” Santa says.
You stretch your legs, toes bending as his sticky spend smears between your thighs. “I don’t know how to explain it. Kind of like a resounding emptiness. Everyone’s moving a little too fast to catch them in time. Here, it’s…slower. You’ve got a moment to appreciate the little things.”
The soft line of his jaw, the white-grey beard that he keeps trimmed shorter now than when you first met. The way his eyes roll back when you twirl your tongue in tricks around his cock, or the smile he gives you when a particular moan of yours spurs him on further. Not yours, not yours, not yours. Mr. Claus is not the present he promised you. He is a man and myth covered in red tape—do not touch. Even though that’s literally all the two of you ever do.
Santa Claus lets out a deep yawn, pulling at the white whiskers of his mustache above his lip. He’s only clothed from the waist up, his plush coat unbuttoned as it hangs loose by his hips.
He blinks a few times, eyes finding yours. “Come here, little girl.”
Santa motions you closer to him. You scoot across the soft fabric—had he said it was polar bear pelt?—and let him envelope you with his arms.
Your relationship has evolved much beyond the simple terms of Santa and his little toy. The sex is gentler, and he shows up more often now. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when you’re half asleep and drowsy. Your encounters don’t always start with sex now, either. Cuddling, gentle caresses to the skin of your throat and clavicle. He always holds you as he does now, a sense of dread crawling through your gut as you anticipate when Santa will take his leave.
You don’t love Santa Claus. That thought alone is insane. But then again, none of this makes a lot of sense in the first place. Sure, he’s married. Sure, he is the most prolific gift-giver of contemporary western culture, a holly jolly icon for children and corporations everywhere. He is already everyone else’s. Does that mean he can’t be yours, too?
Santa presses a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. His cum is still seeping out of you, his cock wet and spent against the back of your thigh. These aren’t things to think about right now. Another time.
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in-fidelity - jjk
"you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding under there, right chicky?"
» genre: fluff, angst, established relationship <3
» description: you do your best to hide his gifts but he's suspicious, to say the least.
» wc: 1.5k
in-fidelity - jjk
valentine's day, anniversaries, holidays, date nights, all of which you feel the compulsion. the compulsion to express your love through physical things because words just aren't enough, and you can only hold him for so long.
“i know you love me, you don't have to keep getting me things.” he'd told you barely two months into your relationship. and you thought you were keeping it contained. “i was just learning how to make bracelets for fun and only had these colors, so now we have matching ones!”
you leaned over him and rubbed your arm against his, showing the matching purple and blue bracelets you'd made earlier that day. “it's not like i spent money on it, i made it.” you tried to come off optimistic but it sounded more like a pout.
jungkook was kind enough to place several kisses, thanking you, and leaving the topic to be. over the next few months he’d come to terms with your love language, and eventually admit to enjoying it. “i get what girls are talking about, it's nice to be spoiled.”
but after so many months together and so many gifts, you begin to feel a little burnt out. so here you are now, using your last feeble attempt at finding something that's just “jungkook” before your anniversary tomorrow.
“so you still don't know what exactly we’re looking for?”
you shook your head, scanning the shops and boutiques at the mall, “nope, i'll know when i see it.”
eumi sighed, “you know i love shopping but you gotta give me more than that. clothes? jewelry? decorations? music?”
you shrugged, “maybe. i already ordered some clothes he’d been eyeing.”
eumi let out an exaggerated “ugh” noise and followed you mindlessly into store after store, finally stopping you by exhaustedly tugging on your sleeve to whine about how hungry she is. you sigh, growing worried by the minute that you'll walk out of here empty handed. “fine, the pretzel shop is that way.”
“yes! thank god!” she speeds towards the food mall but before your senses are engulfed in the smells of meats and sweets it picks up an aroma that stopped you in your tracks.
eumi whines and pulls on your arm, “god y/n please, not another store.”
“do you smell that?”
eumi stops, her eyes pleading, “i can't smell anything over my stomach rumbling.”
you roll your eyes and attempt to track down the scent. there weren't any candle or perfume stores around you, certainly not this close to a food court. you take a few steps backwards and notice the same man you passed only moments ago. he was dressed business casual, and the aroma was certainly coming from him.
“excuse me, sir.” he raised his head from his phone. “sorry to interrupt, but may i ask what cologne you're wearing?”
he raises his wrist to smell, “you mean this?” and extends it to you.
“yes! that's the smell, do you know what it's called?”
he nods, “yeah, it was a tester of some new perfume at the men's department upstairs, something like oak and lavender.”
“perfect, thank you!” you run back to eumi who watches you with bewilderment, “i've got it!”
“yeah yeah let's go.”
if there was one niche thing you and jungkook bonded over, it was your love of specific scents. he was sensitive to the perfumes and lotions you wore, and made sure you knew which he liked and which he wished he could throw out, because they were just “that bad”.
there is one, however, that has him chasing after you after every shower: lavender.
“gosh this really is a good one, it definitely smells like a man but like, softly.” eumi pronounces, taking the small bottle out of its bag and examining it. “i don't see why they make perfume so confusing nowadays, how do you spray this thing?”
“eumi stop it, give it here.” you reach out for the vase and are immediately hit with the spritz, sending you into a temporary coughing frenzy.
“oh god y/n, so sorry!”
you swat at the air around you, trying to stop the coughing as eumi holds back her laughs. “whatever, give it here and shoo.” you laugh it off with her, bidding her goodbye and running back to your bedroom to hide his gifts. he said he’d be at your place at 5:30, and it's 5:33, so you're in a bit of a panic as you quickly change your clothes and shove his new clothes as well as the perfume you'd bought underneath your bed quickly as he walks in.
“y/n?”
“here! coming!” you run down your stairs and watch the smile grow on his face as he opens his arms, no words needed, like that was where you were simply meant to be. and he holds you like that, rocking you softly before stopping, digging his face into your neck and pulling away with furrowed brows.
you watch him carefully but he says nothing, “you alright?”
he looks passed you and nods, “yeah, fine.” you watch him scrunch his nose and make a sour face, almost like he was upset, which is quite the contrast from the jungkook that came through your door several seconds ago.
he steps back from you and heads towards your bedroom, “wait, koo.” you smile, tugging on his hand, “i wanted to watch a movie in here.”
he frowns, “let's watch it in your room.”
you pout, “but the new tv is in here-”
“i'll be in your room.”
you sigh, calling out his name as you follow him. “jungkook? you're being weird. do you want to do something else? do you wanna talk about it?”
he ignores your inquiries and pushes past your door, scanning your room as if he hadn't found it a second home, like you'd rearranged without asking him first.
you scan the room too, eyes immediately flying to your haphazard shoving of his clothes under your bed and you slyly move to that side to stand in front of it, “we can watch a movie in here i guess, if it really means that much to you.”
his eyes stare at you suspiciously. “why are you standing there.”
“why am i standing… by my bed?”
he scoffs, making his way towards you, “yeah, you're the one acting weird. what did you just try to kick under your bed?”
you feel your face heat up and you're sure he can read the fleeting panic in your eyes. you're a terrible liar, especially to him, you're doomed.
“what are you on about? there's nothing under my bed besides some dirty clothes i forgot to pick up before you got here.”
he shakes his head and laughs, pushing past you, “yeah, okay. mind if i look?”
you scoff, “what, you don't trust me?” he stands back up, looking at you differently. “i'm not like that jungkook,” you cross your arms, “i don't know what you're thinking, but its probably not true.”
he chuckles, “probably? not true?” he takes a step closer, “so you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding there chicky?”
chicky. he calls you. out of habit or as a way to say im not mad, you're not sure. it's a favorite nickname of his, naming you chicky/chicken because of how much you love chicken and how often you have it. he also claims you remind him of a chicken, but you begged him not to explain that part.
“why are you acting like this?”
“it's gonna sound stupid.”
“try me.”
he ticks his head, “you smell like another guy.”
your eyes widen, no shit, still? you hold your clothes up to your face but you don't smell any remnants of the perfume. “i don't smell anything jungkook.”
he laughs, “of course you don't.” he shakes his head, “it's whatever, i told you it was stupid.”
he falls onto your bed dramatically, you can tell he's still bothered and leering. you sigh, chasing after him and snuggling up to him, “god, you're like a bloodhound or something.”
“a bloodhound?”
“yeah, whatever dog has an insanely good nose.”
“what do you mean?” he says more like a statement than a question.
you look at him apologetically, “i can’t just gaslight you,” you pout, “you ruined your own surprise.” you slip out of his embrace and grab the bottle out from underneath your bed and hand it to him, “it's this.”
he takes it to his nose and nods, “that's is it! is this for me?” he grins.
“yes, it was supposed to be an anniversary gift, but y'know.”
“ah.” he throws his head back in a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, “do you know how scared i was?”
you smile, “it's not my fault, eumi sprayed it on me! i changed clothes and everything and you still smelled it.”
he shrugs, “it's my top notch instincts, i can smell other men from a mile away.” he tips his head back, theatrically sniffing the air.
“yeah ok, fido.” you reach out and pet his hair and he smiles at you, not looking away as his eyes melt into yours.
“happy early anniversary, koo.”
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Dndads Teen Headcanons
(It got kinda outta hand, and these aren’t even the angst ones…)
Hermie curls their hair and Taylor straightens his (but because of the adventures neither of them have been able to do it so they’re slowly reverting back to their original state)
Hermie uses they/them pronouns when not in a roll and Dood uses they/it
Normal and Hero have watched Adult Swim shows from a really young age (Lark, Sparrow, and Rebecca either didn’t care enough to turn off Cartoon Network, or just didn’t realize)
Linc and Hermie were PBS kids
Taylor is always playing games on his Chromebook at school (coolmathgames rules)
Taylor has a ton of pins on his jacket and hat
Scary has a TON of birthmarks, freckles, moles all over her body. It’s gorgeous
Dood‘s Teen body rotates between four outfits that all seem too large and slightly too old for it… (it’s Hildy, Robert, Meryl, and Stud’s outfits) (even if It never technically met Meryl)
FUNFACT: none of the Teens have a nuclear family
Hero’s first language is Spanish (Lark and Sparrow decided that forcing her to go through an almost entirely English-speaking school without knowing English would help “toughen her up”)
All of the Oak’s are fluent in Spanish and English
Scary is afraid of going under tunnels (when she was Terri she’d close her eyes and squeeze someone’s hand)
Linc types like an old man but can game really really well
Hermie does cosplays and posts them on the future equivalent to TikTok
Everytime they go to a mall of something Normal tries reallllly hard to convince them to all squeeze into a Photo Booth (it has not happened yet)
Hermie loves Starkid
Taylor really likes FNAF
Scary’s favorite season is winter
Linc’s favorite is spring (even though soccer season is autumn)
Normal likes all of the seasons (he takes after his grandpa!!)
Dood loves everything (all the seasons), though they absolutely despise the mosquitos and gnats…
Taylor’s favorite season is probably summer
Scary was diagnosed with ADHD at a very young age (not autism though), but when she started being Scary she tried to stop taking her medication (she started taking it again)
Taylor used to LOVE dinosaurs. He had every Jurassic Park movie, the book, everything. He still has the anime and the original downloaded for bad days
Scary is tall without shoes (only shorter than Linc and about the same as Hermie) but she wears platforms to make herself taller (queen <3)
Hermie has a younger brother and a younger sister (like, 6 years old) who were not born by Scam and Jodie, and Hermie has no idea where they’re from
Hermie’s two favorite people are their siblings (they would do anything for them)
All the Teens but Dood and Linc had Amino at some point </3 (but for completely different fandoms/communities)
The only class Normal has consistently had an A/100 in has been GYM
Normal, Scary, and Linc are very very athletic
Hermie is more athletic than people would think they are (you run a LOT in theater, and singing takes a ton of energy)
Normal constantly plays the Zip Game throughout their travels (everytime you see a horse you yell ‘zip’ and keep track of how many horses you’ve called, everytime you see a cemetery you yell ‘cemetery’ and everyone else loses their horses)
Normal and Hermie know a ton of car games (though Hermie wouldn’t admit it) because of looong car rides with their sibling/s
Hermie works at a Haunted Attraction during Autumn
Hermie is freakishly worried about their siblings after coming home and not finding their parents (has not mentioned it to anyone though…)
Scary uses her notes app for everything (song lyrics, poems, reminders, etc.)
Dood is the shortest out of them all, then Taylor
Taylor has a ton of stickers on his cane (anime, survival, etc.)
They’re all autistic and queer <3
Scary has a vent notebook and a lyric notebook
Linc doesn’t really get cold, which is why he always wears shorts and tanktops
Scary only eats the Oreos with the orange filling
Taylor either sleeps with a TON of blankets or with only a sheet. No in between
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TARGETS - 33 - Armageddon
Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organization The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted. (AU Espionage Story)
TARGETS MASTERLIST
Thick, putrid black smoke clouded over the entire vicinity in record time thanks to the fast-burning whiskey, providing precious cover for Jasmine and Roman. Several of the agents zoomed in frantically for any sight of the two rogue agents, but it was difficult to see through the smoke and Lily's burning body. On closer inspection, they spotted Jasmine and Roman's jackets laying on the floor. Throwing caution to the wind, the fully armed team began to open fire.
Having ducked behind a Five Guys counter, Roman aimed at a man shooting at him and blew him backwards off his feet. Jasmine found her first target, Lotus, and swiftly put a bullet between her former colleague's eyes. As they ducked out of the restaurant, she managed to rid the dead woman of her grenade belt. From there, Jasmine and Roman smashed through the Dulux store, toppling over a large pyramid stack of paint cans and hiding behind a massive shelving unit to reload ammunition. Jasmine spotted the duffel bag full of money that Lily had given her. With a regrettable sigh, she tucked Lotus's grenade into the bag just as assassins swarmed the area. The grenade went off with a flash and a loud BANG, taking out the four nearest guys and spraying hundred dollar bills in the air like confetti.
Roman and Jasmine were now inside the shelving unit, crouch-running behind the paint cans as the shots rained in, spattering both of them with multiple colors of paint. Rolling out into the aisle across from them, Roman skidded across the floor on his back, firing continuously. Two Authority agents with rifles dropped to the ground, dead. Jasmine seized both of the rifles, tossing one to Roman before turning around and covering his back, shooting at multiple targets pouring into her own end of the aisle. Luckily, the aisles worked in their favor as they only had two directions to cover. With their backs to each other, the couple blasted their way through an oak wardrobe into another shelving unit where they fluidly reloaded their weapons, spinning into the next aisle simultaneously. The swap of directions was just as graceful as the couple covered opposite angles, their fingers on the trigger the whole time.
Assassins filed into each end of the aisle and realized too late that they had no cover of their own. Jasmine and Roman worked through them methodically, their weapons spewing hot lead and brass casings. They stayed observant, reacting to the smallest movements. Quickly realizing that they were at a disadvantage, the agents hung back, taking more caution. Jasmine and Roman seized on that little slip and refused to slow down their rhythm for a second – covering each other, reloading under shelves, crossing into aisle after aisle, covering each other again and again; working perfectly together.
They burst out of the shelving units and into a showroom. They glided through mock-ups of living rooms, kitchens, stalking through studies and immaculate bedrooms like a maze. Rounding corner after corner, they intercepted Agents that fired at them from their vantage points. Still, they came pouring in. It almost seemed as though all of the Authority and F.L.O.R.A. had gathered at this shopping mall. Jasmine and Roman's progress was slowed by the antique furniture, each one blown to pieces by bullets, the fragments cutting into their skin. The shoot-out was relentless, and it wasn't long before they were running out of ammunition. Two Agents advanced towards the blonde woman from the left. Roman went low, grabbing a cable wire from the ground and whipped it out, sweeping the Agents off their feet. As they fell, he snatched their AR-15s in midair and tossed the reinforcements to Jasmine.
He suddenly grunted with pain when a bullet tore through his right leg. He stumbled to the ground, and Jasmine went down with him.
"Roman!"
"Fuck!" he shouted, clutching his leg. Jasmine grabbed his arm and pulled him with her. "Come on." Together, they hit the deck and started military-crawling through numerous beds in rows. Jasmine popped up from behind one bed and took out a shooter emerging from a nearby wardrobe. As another came in full speed towards their direction, Roman popped up and blew his head away. Jasmine looked behind her to find no less than five agents coming into the section after them on both sides. They couldn't take these guys out without splitting up. She looked at Roman. "Can you manage?"
He nodded, his thoughts in sync with hers. With a quick count to three, the two separated, stalking through the beds, popping up and taking agents out, and despite his injury, Roman proved too quick for the agents. More shooters spilled in. Jasmine knew they couldn't hold out for much longer. She shot and weaved her way back to her boyfriend’s location. "We've got to get into the warehouse!" she said, "It's through that door over here."
"Go ahead of me," Roman said, limping towards her. "I'm only going to slow you down."
Jasmine eyed him like he was crazy. "I'm not leaving you," she hissed. She wound his huge arm around her shoulder, locked her own arm around his waist and guided him towards the door. With his free hand, Roman shot at the agents coming to his left. Just as they neared the door to the warehouse, there was a rapid beeping sound from behind them. Roman glanced down at the C4 blinking on the ground, and his eyes widened. "Jasmine! Look out-"
The explosion knocked them both off their feet.
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Leona jumped backwards out of Hunter's reach just as he slashed at her with the knife, nearly missing her stomach. She slid away from him, grabbed another knife and aimed for his face, once, twice. He blocked her arm the third time, and with lightning speed, he dodged the other arm she swung at him. Grabbing her by the hair, he drove her face right into the refrigerator, denting the surface. Yanking her back just as viciously, he smashed the heel of his palm into her face and swung her bodily into the kitchen drawers. Knocking back-first into an open one, Leona collapsed like a rag doll, her flailing arm dragging the drawer and all its contents to the ground with her.
Straightening himself up, Hunter wiped the blood in his mouth with the back of his hand. His necktie was gone, his shirt was torn and stained with his blood and hers. He stood over Leona's prone body, his eyes wild and a maniacal grin on his face. Leona remained still on the ground, but her mind was moving, thinking. Out of Hunter's sight, a rolling pin had fallen to the ground. With her arm outstretched, her fingertips closed around it. Above her, Hunter raised his leg, about to deliver the death blow with a slam of his boot onto her face.
With one last burst of adrenaline, Leona swung the rolling pin. The utensil connected viciously with Hunter's other shin, the bone shattering with a loud, ugly CRACK. Hunter screamed in sheer agony and fell to the floor. But Leona let no move go to waste. Pushing herself to her knees, she seized the knife she'd dropped on the floor, straddled Hunter and drove it through the middle of his throat and back out in one brutal thrust, his blood splattering all over her face.
Hunter's eyes popped wide with anger and surprise, eyeing her as though unable to believe she had the balls to finish him off. His mouth moved, attempting to speak, but only a gurgling sound emanated, along with a gush of blood from his lips, the thick red blotches splashing against his paling skin. Leona watched the light in his eyes dim, allowed herself the pleasure of watching the body of the great Hunter Helmsley jerk and tremble before it finally stilled.
Breathing hard, Leona let the knife clatter to the floor and pushed herself away from the body. Suddenly, she let out a loud cry, and collapsed back to the floor and landed awkwardly on her butt, grimacing from two different sources of pain. The adrenaline was quickly wearing off, and the agony that was spreading through her was indescribable. One look down at herself detected the cause of her agony.
Sometime during the fight, she had been stabbed. Blood poured freely from the right side of her abdomen, soaking her shirt and seeping through her hand as she attempted to stem the blood flow. When Hunter drove the knife into her, she had ignored it, kept fighting, her thirst for vengeance overshadowing every other emotion and rational thought she owned. Taking in a ragged breath of dread, she slowly lifted up her t-shirt and winced at what she saw. The wound was deep, much too deep, and Leona knew that her chances of survival were very slim indeed.
With what little strength she had left, she crawled towards the gas stove. Pulling it from its place against the wall, she yanked out the gas hose that was connected to the back of the appliance and immediately, gas came gushing out in a loud hissing sound, filling the entire kitchen with the putrid smell of carbon monoxide. Her body grew weaker with each movement she made, her breaths shorter and more ragged. She wasn't going to last long. Leona propped her back up against the wall, looking over at Hunter's prone, lifeless body. She lit a match and stared at the little stick with warped fascination. She didn't want her body to be found. If she was going to disappear for good, this was the only way it was going to happen.
A serene, content smile spread across her wounded face. She was dying, but everything felt better than it was supposed to be. She had avenged Dwayne, just like she had promised all that time ago. It was all she ever wanted for three years and now she'd done it. Now he would rest easy, and so would she.
I'll see you soon, my love.
And with that, the former Director of The Authority extended her arm, holding the match to the gas pipe. The explosion that followed consumed the entire house in a gargantuan ball of fire.
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Roman collapsed behind the massive wooden crate, taking in big gulps of air. "Shit..." he gasped. His leg throbbed painfully and he was exhausted. His hair was matted to his face by sweat and blood. Leaning back, he turned his head to see Jasmine sitting next to him, looking as bruised and beat up as he was. "You good?" he asked.
Her reponse was a breathless nod. "Yeah," she breathed, glancing down at his leg. "Jesus."
"Yep. First my shoulder, now my damn leg. I guess I make a great target practice," he quipped, a small, pained chuckle escaping his lips.
With a grunt, Jasmine lifted her shirt, spotting the bullet lodged in her bulletproof vest, where her heart was meant to be. She could sense the dilemma they were in as well. They had barely avoided catastrophe with the explosion. Barely. They could hear pounding through the door of the warehouse as the surviving assassins tried to break it down. They had done all they could, but as expected, the numbers were starting to weigh much too heavily on them.
Looking up, she met Roman's eyes, her heart sinking because she knew what he was about to say. "No," she immediately said, shaking her head. "No! Don't say it!"
"Jasmine, you have to get outta here.” Roman knew that she could still escape, that she could still save herself. She had to. "I’m only gonna slow you down. You can make it outta here and head to Jamaica-"
"I told your punk ass, don’t gimme that bullshit!" she cut him off sternly, "I said what I said; I ain’t goin’ nowhere without you." Her gaze bored into his own. "It’s you and me, okay? Ain’t nowhere I'd rather be than right here, with you, Roman. As long as I'm by your side, I don't give a damn if I don't make it.”
“Baby, please,” he pleaded, “I promised Rose you would make it out of this alive.”
“And guess what? I will make it out alive. And so will you,” she continued, her lip trembling even when she didn't want it to. “We’ve come this far, and we owe it to each other to make it. I owe Leona. I still have the debit card right here. We’ll head out to Jamaica. We’ll find a cute little house by the beach, we’ll go fishing and yachting, I’ll learn how to make good ackee and codfish, and damn it, you’re gonna fuck me senseless and make sweet love to me every single day, on every single surface imaginable when we’re there. Do you understand me, Reigns?”
Her jaw was locked and her expression was full of resolve, and he realized she meant every word. Even in the chaos and on the brink of doom, he had never been more in love with her than in that moment.
“God, you so fuckin’ sexy, babe,” he smirked, “Come here.”
Pulling her to him, he seized her mouth in an intense, desperate kiss. Jasmine reciprocated with equal intensity, both very much aware that despite her rallying cry, this would probably be the last time they would ever get to share such an intimate moment. Right now, the destruction around them didn't matter. Right now, all they saw, all that mattered, was each other.
"I love you, Roman Reigns," Jasmine whispered, kissing him one more time. "I love you until my last breath. I will love you even more after that."
"I love you too, Jasmine. I’ll still love you long after I’m gone," he answered, reluctantly pulling away to cock his AK-47. "So, how we gonna do this shit?"
Jasmine did the same with her own AR-15. "Aim and fire." Being outnumbered didn't change anything. They had vowed to take as many people as possible down with them, and they would, if it was the last thing they ever did.
"You ready?" he asked her. The door to the warehouse was caving in. They could hear the metal bending, succumbing to the pressure.
Taking one final deep breath, she nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready."
"On my signal." There was the most intense expression on his face. "See you in the next life, Jasmine."
Jasmine returned the look. "Likewise, Roman."
The door to the warehouse burst open. A few tense, timed seconds passed before the Samoan gave his lover and partner a quick but firm nod. Together, they leapt out from each side of the wooden crate, trained their weapons on their adversaries, and opened fire.
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One final chapter left. This story has taken so long to finish, lol.
Thoughts?
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I am a basic fish selfie white boy. I serve comical amounts of cunt. I keep Axe and Mountain Dew in business. I am the gayest straight man and the straightest gay man you will ever meet. I want to be Daryl Dixon and Naked Snake when I grow up. I lift to Shakira. I can make a weapon out of anything. I cried when I had to mercy kill a dying wasp. I am rarely seen without my Mossy Oak cap. I wear cowboy boots with my Miku crop top. I listen to Machine Girl while I gut fish. I have read the SAS Survival book cover to cover at least once a month for the past seven years. I roll in the mud. I do my nails. I can knap a decent stone knife and love to make makeshift shelters when I hike. I've been trying to learn to vogue. The day Willie Nelson dies I will die with him. I love the forest. I love the mall. I crave violence. I want to live in peace. I pissed off of a cliff once.
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Come Back To Me
Chapter 1
Pairing: mer person! Tony Stark x Steve Rogers
Summary: Steve leaves Tony behind to go fight in the war, and doesn’t come back… Until 65 years later.
A/N: let me know what you want to see in future chapters! again credit to this art by @capnstars for the inspiration!
Warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of death, death ideation if you squint, angst with a happy ending
Word Count: 1428 LOL
Happy Reading!
Prologue / Part 1
Steve isn’t sure whether or not he’s happy they found him. He’s not sure if he’s grateful or resentful that they brought him back. He’s alive, but at what cost? Everyone he knows is dead, except Peggy, but she’s in a memory care home and barely remembers him.
It grips at his throat in the dead of night when he tries to sleep. He feels sick and angry and sad, all at the same time.
He thinks of the last night he saw Tony. That night was the first and last time they had shown each other the love they had, but they never got to say their ‘I love you’s. Tony refused to hear it, because Steve could say it when he got back.
It’s been 65 years since that night.
Steve knows that as a mer person, Tony lived longer. But he didn’t know by how much. And in those 65 years, anything could have happened…
Steve vomits at the thought that anything might have happened.
It’s two more weeks by the time he’s decided he has to visit their spot at the lake. Maybe it’s not there anymore. Maybe there’s apartments there, or a shopping mall.
But when he gets off his SHIELD-issued motorcycle, he lets go of a breath and feels almost giddy that it’s been nearly untouched.
He’s brought a bag to keep him occupied for the day, because he really doesn’t plan on leaving until it gets dark. He needs this, to feel something familiar. Even though it fills his throat with emotions and turns his stomach inside out to know that Tony won’t show up.
He settles under the large oak tree that’s still there, noticing that their names are still carved into the wood. He pulls out his pencils and sketchbook, and begins to the view, but eventually catches himself drawing Tony, propped up onto the boulder he always favored laying on.
He’s immersed in every detail of Tony, making sure to get everything right; the shape of his eyes, the dimples of his smile, the curve of his collarbone, the shape of his tail, even the scar on his fin.
He doesn’t know how much time has passed, he hasn’t been paying attention and honestly, he doesn’t care. All he knows is that by the time he looks up from the page, the sun is no longer in front of him, but behind. Almost as soon as he looks up, there’s a rustling sound and the water ripples.
“Hello?” Steve calls, standing up from his spot. His joints ache at the sudden movement and his right foot is asleep. He looks around but doesn’t see a soul. He shakes out his foot and moves to the water.
Maybe it was just a fish.
He takes a long breath and walks to the boulder, and rolls his pant legs up, deciding to hang his legs in the water. He sits and submerged his legs into the cool water.
That’s when he sees it.
There’s a rock a few meters away that juts into the water. There’s a fin swishing under the water that’s just in sight. And Steve’s heart stops.
He knows that fin. He memorized the color, the shape, the little tear that never fully healed from an injury a long, long time ago.
Steve doesn’t speak, though. Because it’s not possible… Right? He can’t even find his voice.
Suddenly he feels like he’s having an out of body experience. His voice leaves his body without consent nor recognition.
“Tony?” He sounds breathless.
The fin stops moving, and for several long moments, Steve thinks he’s not breathing. Has he died? Did he crash his motorcycle and now he’s dead?
But then the water ripples again and the owner of said fin peeks around the rock.
He’s definitely dead… Because-
“Steve?” Tony says. It sounds broken, scared.
Steve lets go of the breath he’s been holding, “Holy shit-“ He scrambles into the water and moves to swim to Tony, but of course Tony is already there, looking up at the man that’s used to be MUCH smaller.
“You’re taller.”
It’s the same thing Bucky said to him.
“You’re older.” Because yeah, Tony’s features are definitely older. He looks like what a human man in his early 40s might look. He’s got a sharp goatee that has Steve nearly foaming at the mouth.
The water only stands to Steve’s waist, when it used to come to his chest.
Tony can’t meet Steve’s height anymore, not in water this shallow.
“I need you to come down here and kiss me before it kills me.”
Steve takes no time in bending down and pulling Tony up against him, standing up at his full height once more. Tony grabs Steve’s face and kisses him with fervor. Like this kiss will make Steve stay, and stop him from disappearing again.
Steve’s arms are wrapped around Tony, one around his middle and one around his tail where his bottom would be if he were human. Tony wraps his tail around Steve’s legs in order to hold him tighter.
When they finally break for air, they’re both crying.
“I thought you were dead-“
“How are you here-“
“You never came back-“
“I thought I’d never see you again-“
Confessions and fears pour from each other until they’re sunk back into the water, Steve on his knees and holding Tony to him.
“I love you.” Steve tells him.
Tony is quiet, looking Steve in the eyes as tears fall.
“You told me to wait until I came back to you. I’m back, and I can’t wait anymore. I need you to know that I love you more than anything. I can’t survive without you anymore. I’ll- I have connections, now. Maybe we can bring you back to SHIELD and get you a pool with top secret clearance and maybe we can try and find a way to-“
Tony silences the man with another kiss. When he pulls away, Steve’s quiet.
“I’ll go wherever you want. Just don’t disappear again.”
Steve nods and looks down, suddenly noticing two things.
Tony is wearing his dog tags, and
There’s a glowing blue light in Tony’s chest.
Tony notices Steve’s gaze, “I’ve never stopped wearing them. Not since Peggy showed up with them…”
Tony closes his eyes at the memory, not wanting to think about it now.
Steve kisses Tony’s shoulder, thumbing the tags, “And the…” He trails off, not really knowing what to call the thing taking place in Tony’s sternum.
“…The reactor? It’s a long, sad story. I don’t want to ruin this with it. I’ll tell you another time.”
Steve grabs Tony’s hand and squeezes it, kissing his knuckles and holding it to his chest. His heart hurts, because it looks incredibly painful. The skin around it is scarred and puckered, the color of his skin ranging between pink and red and pale. Something horrible happened, and Steve wasn’t here to protect him.
“Hey,” Tony lifts Steve’s chin so that he looks at him, “Don’t worry. I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
“As much?” Steve’s eyes are sad. Tony’s are too, but he smiles and tilts his head.
“Don’t worry about that right now. A lot has changed. I haven’t been completely alone the last few years.”
Steve isn’t sure what that means, but he feels like something is lifted off his chest. He nods, agreeing to stop pressing the issue because Tony clearly doesn’t want to talk about it right now.
Tony smiles and ducks his head, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s neck, “You’re much stronger now.”
Steve chuckles, “Yeah.”
Tony’s hands move from Steve’s shoulders down to his biceps, and squeeze, “So… Muscle-y.” He nips at Steve’s pulse point, earning him a gasp. He smirks, “Anything else change?” He asks, pushing his tail into Steve, making the other man groan.
Steve grabs at Tony’s arms and turns them around, pushing Tony into the dirt along the water.
“Would you like me to show you?” Steve asks, his voice now low and filled with lust. Tony looks into his eyes, the blue almost completely overtaken by his blown out pupils.
Tony nods, “Please.”
They spend the rest of the day like that, making up for lost time.
By the time Fury gets a call from Steve, it’s nearly 10pm.
“Captain, what the fuck-“
“I need a favor. I’ll sign up for your super team, but I need this in exchange.”
Fury sits up from his relaxed position in his office chair, interest suddenly piqued, “Go on…”
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everyone is all "thinkin about Oak family too hard today" crying memes.
All you lucky bastards (affectionately) with the painless trans-Nick hc's (scars are cool, plz draw moar)….well… i was thinking about Nick too hard today and have made myself sad
think about it, Nicky has both distinct Glenn & Jodie timelines in his head, yeah? teh Nick Close and 'narcolas' Nicholas Foster: neither are him exactly.....
so where this new headcanon took me is DID (Dissociative identity disorder) as in this precious half-demon basically has these 2 other voices (alters) in his head, and traumatic flashbacks to things that didn't happen (aka, the very distinct "Growing up with Glenn" and "Growing up with boring-cop Jodie" 2 timelines, that are no longer true) or maybe other moments that his brain insists are his life [demon-Nick born and raised in Hell) but not quite, he doesn't remember that sometimes happening and oooh boy nothing triggers an anxiety attack when you fall into a weird memory-gap in middle of...
ALSO the trans hc very easily slots into this.... in the 2 no-longer-true timelines he absolutely was born a boy, but by a silly chance and roll of chromosomes the current ver just happened to be born a girl (hey, if entire realities can be rewritten, why not a few cells) which would also add to the STRESS OF THE THING
like ... oh man... i dun even need to bring the Current Plot into it, just think... one minute he was out with Cassandra at the mall, and alter in his head goes "oh that would be such a cute gift for mom" and other alter still in his head is like "wtf, mom's been dead for years" and why is his suddenly drowning in depression, all they did was look at some kitchen appliances....
I am now inconsolable, plz send chocolates & hugs (finally, a hc that can't be drawn! ... probly.... yeah, new lvl of fic inspo im too dumb to write unlocked)
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Here is my buddy Pokémon, Skeledirge, who had a blast at the Rolling Oaks Mall’s Anime Convention weekend days 1 and 2. 😋
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Known Molly Houses
The first known mention of a molly house is from a 1709 book the History of the London Clubs by Ned Ward. He mentions a “certain Tavern in the City” where mollies met. However Ward did not mention a name or location because he was “unwilling to fix an Odium on the House”.
For the most part we know the names and locations of molly houses because of the molly house raids. This is why most of the molly houses on this list are from the 1720s when there was a series of molly house raids. We shouldn't assume that the gaps with no known molly houses means there weren’t any during this period. It’s more likely that these gaps reflect periods where molly houses remained a well guarded secret allowing them to operate unmolested by police.
Mother Clap’s Molly House
Location: Field-Lane, Holbourn “next to the Bunch of Grapes”.
Owner: Margert Clap
Active: 1720s; shut down February 1726 (New Style)
Source: Trial of Margaret Clap, 11 July 1726; trial of Gabriel Lawrence, 20 April 1726; trial of William Griffin, 20 April 1726
Thomas Wright’s Molly House
Location: Originally Christophers Alley, Moorfields. Moved to Beech Lane sometime between 10 Jan 1725 (New Style) - 17 Nov 1725
Owner: Thomas Wright
Active: 1720s; Wright was found guilty of sodomy 20th April 1726
Source: Trial of Thomas Wright, 20 April 1726
Red Lyon
Location: Crown-Court, Knaves-Acre
Owner: Thomas Orme
Active: 1720s
Source: Trial of George Redear, 20 April 1726
The Royal-Oak
Location: Corner of St. George's-Square, Pall-Mall
Owner: George Whytle/Whittle
Active: 1720s
Source: Trial of George Whytle, 20 April 1726
The 3 Tobacco-Rolls or the Tobacco Roll and Crown
Location: Drury Lane, Covent Garden
Owner: Mr. Jones
Active: 1720s
Source: Trial of Martin Mackintosh, 11 July 1726
Plump Nelly’s Molly House
Location: Giltspur Street
Owner: Samuel Roper, alias Plump Nelly
Active: 1720s, Roper died awaiting trial in December 1726
Source: The London Journal, 17 December 1726; The Weekly Journal, 17 December 1726
Whale and Horner’s Molly House
Location: King-street, Westminster
Owner: Robert Whale and York Horner
Active: 1720s; Whale and Horner were convicted in July 1726
Source: The St. Jame’s Evening Post, 5 July 1726; The Whitehall Evening Post 29 November 1726; The Weekly Journal, 7 and 14 January 1727
Sukey Bevell’s Molly House
Location: The Mint, Southwark
Owner: Sukey Bevell
Active: 1720s
Source: James Dalton's Narrative, 1728
Miss Muff’s Molly House
Location: Black-Lion Yard, White Chappel
Owner: Jonathan Muff
Active: 1720s; shut down on 29th September 1728
Source: Trial of John Bleak Cowland, 16 October 1728; trial of Richard Challoner, 16 October 1728; trial of Isaac Milton, 16 October 1728; The Weekly Journal, 5 October 1728; The Flying-Post, 5 October 1728
Julius Cesar Taylor’s Molly House
Location: Tottenham-Court Road
Owner: Julius Cesar Taylor
Active: 1720s; Taylor was found guilty of “keeping a disorderly House” on 16 October 1728
Source: Trial of Julius Cesar Taylor, 16 October 1728; trial of John Burgess, 16 October 1728
The Bunch of Grapes (possibly, conflicting accounts)
Location: Clare Market
Owner: unknown
Active: 1790s
Source: Rictor Norton, Mother Clap’s Molly House, p185-6
The White Swan
Location: Vere Street, Clare Market
Owner: James Cook
Active: 1810; shut down 8th July 1810
Source: Robert Holloway, The Phœnix of Sodom; Rictor Norton (Ed.), "The Vere Street Club, 1810", Homosexuality in Nineteenth-Century England: A Sourcebook, 7 May 2008, updated 19 Feb. 2019, 18 Apr. 2020 <http://rictornorton.co.uk/eighteen/1810vere.htm>.
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Zelda Wind Waker watercolor and markers hand painted layered paper 🗡️🛡️⛵️ #windwaker #zelda #botw #thelegendofzelda #link #breathofthewild #skywardsword #twilightprincess #majorasmask #ocarinaoftime #legendofzelda #nintendo #loz #tloz #nintendoswitch #hyrule #triforce #linksawakening #zeldabreathofthewild #ganondorf #spirittracks #ganon #zeldafan #alinktothepast #alinkbetweenworlds #oot #art #zelink #minishcap #zeldacosplay (at Rolling Oaks Mall) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoNmXTEuwc3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Truths
Chapter 39: There is another conversation on the bed.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mpreg.
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It felt… different this time. Stolas wasn’t as impatient as usual. In fact, he was slow and careful, fingers tracing gentle trails over Blitzo’s skin when he pulled back from the kiss.
“Tell me what you want,” Stolas murmured. “What you need me to do. I’m listening, I promise.”
Blitzo leaned back on the pillows. “Just…” He clicked his tongue, which was tied for once, and his fists curled, tail thumping as he tried to think.
What did he want? Why had he even agreed to this by not pushing away the second he realized where they were? Sure, the sex was usually great, the fact that they’d gone a few more rounds even after the heat had faded proved that if nothing else, but falling back into Stolas’s bed was just tying them back to the same shitty pattern that had started this whole mess. He relied pretty damn effectively on being able to just ignore his feelings by smothering them in lust. Un-fucking-fortunately, the longer this happened, the more and more he was ensnaring himself in like a sticky bug trap, red-hot quicksand streaked with jizz at every delicate little coo and flash of backlit feathers flickering like embers.
Letting himself get too comfortable by not pushing away when Stolas had tugged his pants off in the hotel all those months ago even though it hadn't been the full moon... the balance tipped for one night and then the weight slammed down hard on that careful seesaw they'd only just started to balance on, tossing Blitzo up to the point where he still hadn't landed yet, and who fucking knew if there would even be a net when he did. It was a recipe for complete fucking disaster and he knew it. It was better that somebody was gonna take the kid, so he could more effectively smother those feelings with a concrete pillow. (So what was he doing here, what was he doing here, with Stolas's breath still between his lips?)
“Just what?” Stolas prompted again, and Blitzo’s tail flicked at the side of his head.
“Just gimme a minute, geez. I should be the moody impatient one here.” He didn’t want to completely ruin the moment, at least not yet- not unintentionally. Stolas had set a night sky in the canopy above them with a wave of his hands, and the stars twinkled merrily even as the baby shifted inside of him. Now that they were out of the mall with its stink of grease and mud and sulfur, his breaths could come just a little easier without a dozen prying eyes. It smelled like just the two of them, sweat and oak and cinnamon.
Stolas’s hand rested on the curve of his belly. “You’re beautiful.” His voice was low, but it wasn’t his ‘horny’ voice- it was subtler, softer. “I never want you to forget that.”
“Kinda hard to forget that you think that when you call me hot shit every other day.” Blitzo rolled his eyes. “Any other day, I wouldn’t argue, but no offense-”
Stolas chuckled, cutting him off. “That’s the idea, though.” He shifted closer, moving his body between Blitzo’s legs and reaching up to set an index finger on his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “I always mean it, but especially today, even when you’re tired and aren’t trying to play it up for me. You’re incredible, and I’m sorry that I never properly acknowledged it before. Acknowledged you before. I’ve been fumbling these past few days, but it’s because I want to do this right, darling. Do you right.”
Blitzo sunk down in the pillows a bit with a mumbled ‘that’s what she said’, but Stolas’s glowing eyes and soft smile were stirring his cock from between his legs, especially with the taste of his tongue still lingering on Blitzo’s own. Maybe he was just worked up from all the walking that had gotten him hot. Hormones and all that shit.
“You have what must be a difficult job, and you always survive. You were resourceful, bedding me to get the book, although I can’t imagine how you thought the morning after would go.”
“I wasn’t really thinking that far,” Blitzo admitted as Stolas withdrew a bit, setting his hands on top of Blitzo’s thighs instead. “I just figured I’d charm you into letting me keep it. It mostly worked out, didn’t it?” He had to wiggle up into a better sitting position in order to see Stolas over his belly, but Stolas's grin when he did was brighter than any spotlight.
“Sweet, impulsive Blitzo. Of course it did, why else would you still be here now?” He was using his name, not a nickname for once. That was… good. Really good, actually. There was a little pinprick on his inner thigh- oh. Stolas was kissing the skin there. It still felt weird with his beak sometimes, especially when it was extra-sensitive like now, but it was also light, and Stolas was clearly taking care to keep it that way. “You’re fiery and fierce and clever and brave and unexpected and wonderful. Things have been… rough, but the thought of getting to see you, to talk to you, makes it all worth it. You’re my universe, darling- you and Via are the most important things in the world to me.”
The kisses moved up to his belly, bypassing his dick entirely- which was a shock, considering generally that was Stolas’s favorite part. The guy worshiped his cock with a fervor usually reserved for deranged cultists. Blitzo’s fingers dug into the sheets as Stolas made his way up the warming skin before resting his chin on top of it, eyes fluttering with white pinpricks glowing as they focused on his face. “I love you, Blitzo.”
That shot fire directly into his heart, because Stolas said it with complete conviction. Blitzo’s eyes widened, heart thumping like a rabbit running from the business end of a shotgun. He was just saying it. He had to be. But… god, the soft smile sure looked like he believed it. (Even if it couldn’t last, even if Blitzo was surely going to fuck this up, even if the kid came out with their head on backward…)
He cleared his throat, attempting to scoot away before his back hit the headboard almost instantly, Stolas's chin slipping slightly. Defuse, defuse, defuse, don’t let it linger, this was too much, this was too much- “Uh, getting a little sappy there, princey. You sure you didn’t take a drink before we started this or something?”
“It’s true.” Stolas blinked at him slowly with all four eyes. “I wanted this for a reason- wanted you for a reason. You think I couldn’t get another imp in here in an hour who would be half the trouble?”
His chest tightened again. “Gee, thanks.”
Stolas’s head tilted slightly. “But I don’t want anyone else, and I haven’t ever entertained the idea. It’s you that I want. It’s always been you since you sauntered in and changed my life for the better.” Stolas nuzzled his cheek against Blitzo’s warm belly. “If I didn’t care, don’t you think I wouldn’t have simply let you get rid of the baby? I want this, and I want you. I knew that this would be difficult and frustrating and perhaps not the wisest choice, but it’s the only one I could make because it’s the one that brings me closer to you.”
Stolas’s fist curled against the bedspread. “I hate the fact that I can’t bring them into Via’s old nursery, hate the fact that I can’t just bring you into the palace and do this together, so you could come back from work and join us. I want them to know that I love them as much as I’ve ever loved you and Via, and I’ll spend as much time as I can at Aamon’s, I just…” He trailed off. “But even if it will be hard, I’m glad that we’re doing it. Having a child with you is something incredible, and I hope they have a spark of your spirit, that they’re like you. That would be the best gift of all.”
When did his cheeks get the right to be burning like deepest hellfire?
“I wouldn’t wish me on anybody,” he barely mouthed to himself before looking away, but Stolas’s eyes narrowed.
“Blitzo…”
He cleared his throat. “Okay, okay, you’re a sweet guy, even though you can be pretty far up your own ass sometimes, alright?”
“I’d rather be up yours,” Stolas replied, and Blitzo felt his mouth twitch. “I care about you- both of you. Can’t you believe me on that?”
Blitzo reached out a hand almost unconsciously, petting over Stolas’s head, and the prince made a series of happy little chirps. He only realized that he was smiling when his chest vibrated with a matching purr, and Stolas continued to nuzzle against his belly.
“Between me and your bitch of a wife, you know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?”
“That's a long story, but I do,” Stolas said, a bit of self-satisfaction seeping back into his tone. “I knew you’d glow with pregnancy, but not that you’d look this good.”
“Come on, I just told you, parts are still fine, but-”
“Hup-up.” Stolas shook his head. “Nothing bad about yourself while laying in this bed.”
“Technically, I’m sitting.”
Stolas raised his lower left eye and Blitzo groaned.
“Come on, you really think I’m hot like this? I feel like dogshit.”
“I’ll have to make you some more tea for nausea if you need it, then.” Stolas pushed himself up before shifting over Blitzo’s leg, settling himself on the bed next to him. He cupped the imp’s cheek, fingers flat to avoid pinching. “But I truly do mean it. There’s a glow to your skin. Your eyes have bags under them, but that will go away once you start sleeping properly again. It might help if I try sleeping with you for a few more days.”
“Of course you’d say that.” Blitzo crossed his arms, but Stolas’s fingertips on his face kept him from looking away.
“This isn’t an attempt at manipulation, and we don’t have to do anything more than stay close. Stella was a bit more cuddly than usual when she was with Via, as if her body craved contact with mine.”
Again, Blitzo was reminded that Stolas had more practice at this than he did. “Well, if I go one more night with the kid playing whack-a-mole with my guts, I might take you up on that.”
“They’ve been alright the past few minutes, haven’t they? And you haven’t complained of it the past few days…” Stolas’s palm settled on Blitzo’s stomach again.
“Yeah, they have.” Blitzo looked down. “Maybe they’re just glad I’m not pissed off at you anymore.”
“That makes two of us. And speaking of…” Stolas’s eyes darted down between his legs when something between them twitched. Now that his pupils were actually visible, it was a little more clear where he was looking.
Blitzo pressed his legs together upon the realization that his cock was definitely out. “Unless you want to blue-ball me, then I’m not gonna turn it down, but I’m not doing anything that requires effort, got it?”
“Goody!” Stolas slipped between Blitzo’s legs again, everything disappearing but the tuft of feathers at the top of his head and his long legs that were stretched out on the bed. Blitzo felt him almost immediately though, that talented tongue making its way up his cock from the base as he bit back a moan. Once Stolas made his way up to the tip, he popped up just enough that Blitzo could see his eyes but not his mouth.
“Is a blowjob-”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s good.” Blitzo strained to reach forward and shove Stolas back down, and the little assertion of force made Stolas’s tail waggle a bit in excitement before his beak engulfed the tip. He started taking it in, lewd moans that only worsened Blitzo’s arousal as it twitched inside Stolas’s mouth.
“F-fuck, Stolas…” His fingers started digging into the feathery head, and its bobbing made stars explode inside of him the same as the shooting ones in the galaxy swirling above.
The warm, wet mouth pulled back. “Is that-”
“Yes, it’s doing it for me, go back to getting me off right now,” Blitzo said. He felt Stolas’s warm hand wrapping around his length as the owl raised his head one more time.
“I want to see your face when you cum,” Stolas said, his smile so earnest it almost hurt. “You’re so handsome when you’re completely full of bliss.”
“Cut the- ghh!” Blitzo was cut off when Stolas gave a light squeeze. “Ohhhh, fuck, do that again.”
“With pleasure.” Stolas stroked a few times before his fist curled and loosened again. “Your body is so lovely.”
“C-can you not-”
“But this is the perfect time!” Stolas didn’t stop jerking his hand and even tightened his grip as he continued to speak. “Your muscles are shivering, there’s a thin glaze of sweat over everything, and your face is just carved perfectly, even with a little bit of extra on it from having to keep up with developing the little one. I couldn’t have made someone better if I’d tried, and now pregnancy’s given you a rich glow. If we weren’t in hell, I’d say you were Heaven-sent.”
Blitzo could feel his orgasm coming, and he bucked his hips up. “Stolas, for the love of satan-”
“You’re perfect, Blitzy.” His eyes fell to half-lidded, the white stars at the center of the red slits all that Blitzo could focus on. “You’re perfect because you’re mine, but also because you’re yours. You’re excitable and enthusiastic and talented and worth every second I get to spend with you. I love every piece of you because it’s you, and I’d never change a bit of it.”
Blitzo came with a cry, and Stolas kept pumping until the last bit of cum had been milked out before wiping his hand on the sheet and pulling Blitzo into a kiss.
“I never want you to think that I don’t care about you as a person ever again.”
In the post-orgasm haze muddied further by the exhaustion in his bones and the determined sincerity of the words, Blitzo found himself, by some mushy, deep-down part of him that wanted this moment to linger forever, almost believing him.
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Map of The Taiga System
In order from outer rings to the center, we have:
The Abyss
The Abyss surrounds the Taiga. It is a black, empty void of nothing. It is rumored this is where Silas came from. It is also most likely the subconscious.
The Mountains
The Mountains are a range of snow-capped mountains so tall you could barely see the peaks. They protect the Taiga from The Abyss.
The Deep Forest
The Deep Forest is a dense forest, thick with evergreen trees, thickets, tall grass, and briars. The further you get to The Mountains, the thicker it gets and the less wildlife there is.
The Forest
The Forest is a beautiful, lush boreal forest filled with woodland critters from all regions of the world's boreal forests. Somewhere within The Forest, Rabbit's carnival lies. The carnival is where Rabbit spends most of their time. Their house lies on the border of The Forest and The Suburb. Rabbit's house is a beautifully decorated, warm, and inviting house straight out of the early 90's. There's always food available, the beds are as soft as clouds, the whole house smells like cinnamon rolls, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, or various deserts, respective to the time.
The Suburb
The Suburb lies between The Forest and The Red Light District. It mainly composes of houses from varying time periods. It also has several shopping malls, all in various states of abandonment. A train track passes through here. Nobody knows where it goes. The overlying type of area would be considered Midwest. Chance takes up residence in The Suburb, usually seen wandering the streets and railroad tracks. When he <i>does</i> go home, he usually goes straight to his room. Any house he decides to go into always has his room. Chance stays here to put himself between Rabbit and The Center.
The Red Light District
The Red Light District is an inner city filled with skyscrapers, neon lights, LED advertisements, bustling city noises, and clubs. This is where Chloe resides. Chloe's house is a rooftop penthouse suite. She has two pools, one on top of her roof, and one inside her penthouse. She often goes to clubs and bars, having fun there. The RLD also has AI propelled androids simulating citizens. Chloe has several groups of friends with these androids.
The Centrum
The Centrum is where the alters come to front. There is a room in the main building, not dissimilar to a king's throne room. In this room there is a roaring fireplace, stone flooring, a ceiling so high you'll get dizzy from looking up, and a long plush crimson carpet leading up to a silver throne with deep crimson cushions and intricate black details, where the alter sits to front. This room sits in a medieval castle. Surrounding the castle is a field of soft green grass. There are several large rooms in the castle, all holding the system's interests. There are smaller rooms holding memories, some of which are locked. Outside of the castle, a moat surrounds it, followed by a garden. A beautiful and intricate dark oak bridge spans the moat, meeting an impossibly large gate and a charming entrance to the garden. Following the cobble path through the garden gets you to the outer limits, where abandoned medieval houses lie.
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