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simplegenius042 · 4 months ago

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Late WIP Wednesday/Thursday

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WIPs for The UnTitledverse and The Silver Chronicles, specifically The Tale Of Mario Emmet and Silva's Hope respectively. You can read these WIPs under the cut:

The Tale Of Mario Emmet is a fic set during the Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes. This fic primarily focuses on my original character Mario Emmet, one of my main characters in The Perfect Storm saga and The UnTitledverse series as a whole, his journey of shedding his xenophobia towards others, and companionship with his human friends and eventual romance with Charlie Emily. It also somewhat diverges from the novels however by having "Dave Miller" unable to secure a spot as a night guard for the mall that surrounds "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" (unfortunately, he will show up later). Mario's first introduction to Charlie and friends was while he was under the guise of a human... his second official introduction is messier and more hostile than the first, as shown below:

[TW: Description of a grotesque inhuman transformation. Very minor violence and blood as of now]

"Where do you think you're going?"

Charlie froze. Dread returned like the force of a freight train. John was quick to twist around, and his reaction confirmed her fear.

Mario was free.

As the others followed John's example, Charlie slowly glanced back to see Mario stepping out of the darkness of the animatronics maintenance room.

He wasn't close to her, separated several feet from each other, a gap that echoed the visceral betrayal of broken trust.

Mario's silver eyes glared into Charlie's brown with that same soul piercing gaze once more. From what Charlie could observe, Mario was hardly tired from the events of the night, nor of his earlier detainment. He held himself tall with determination and grit that matched her own.

"You aren't now, are you?" Mario chuckled, finding the idea incredulous, "After what you've all done tonight? None of you are leaving this building."

Clay took authoritative action immediately, taking his service weapon out to aim at the culprit behind his son's kidnapping and torment. John chose to take the chance to prioritize Charlie's safety over his own, stepping forwards to pull her back.

His initiative was inconvenienced by Charlie's unmoving state, though she was still conscious enough to pace a few steps back with him.

"Mario Emmet, put your hands in the air now!" Clay ordered the night guard, "You are under arrest. Any weapons you have on your person, you are to relieve yourself of them now. If you resist and attempt to endanger the life of civilians further, I will be forced to take lethal action. Do you understand?"

Mario did not shift his focus to Clay, intent on keeping Charlie trapped in their shared eye contact. His features twist to something less angry, and more doleful. He spoke, and Charlie could not help but believe that his words were solely for her to hear.

"Why couldn't you just let it rest?"

Charlie could not find it in herself to speak nor reply, and found herself unable to as John further pulled her behind the chief of police.

Mario soon returned to glaring, shifted his attention to Clay as he scrutinized the wider man.

A tense silence overtook the building; Mario staring down Clay, Charlie being held protectively in John's arms, Jessica supporting Carlton while Marla and Lamar kept their arms defensively on Jason.

From what Charlie could deduce, past Mario's glare was a pensive consideration. She could tell he was weighing his options, in spite of what little opportunity Clay was leaving him with.

Clay's features hardened, as he kept his weapon on Mario with little intent to misfire should Mario prove to be more unreasonable than he was.

As Clay was about to open his mouth to give a warning, Mario broke the tense silence with a sigh, raising his hands up in surrender. It caught Charlie by surprise; it seemed uncharacteristic of him to take such a chance. He didn't have any weapons on him, that she was sure of.

In spite of what should be an uplifting turn of events on the long frivolous night, she couldn't help but feel something felt wrong, but she couldn't figure out why.

Clay released some of the tension he had been shouldering, one hand retreating from his service weapon to reach for his cuffs as he steadily made his way towards Mario.

With Clay's guard weakened, a newfound glint sparked in Mario's eyes.

Charlie noticed it before anyone else, but was unable to efficiently put a stop to Mario's following actions much like everyone else.

Clay had taken a step closer when his shoulder was pierced by a bulky and sharp serrated appendage. It wasn't a hook like Foxy's; more similar to the claws of a praying mantis.

He lost grip of his weapon from the sudden pain of a well-planned attack. The claw separated from Clay, dripping blood to stain the dirty tiles. A red stain grew on his clothes around the wound.

Clay stumbled back, with both Charlie and John forcing themselves to move in order to catch the chief as Carlton called out for his father in alarm.

With Clay groaning and hissing under their arms, Charlie turned her attention back to Mario, and her eyes widened.

The claw retracted to Mario's arm, shifting and breaking apart into his hand. He flexed his hand, rubbing his wrist.

His silver eyes held the group where they stood, most trying to understand the logistics of what just occurred. Charlie, though, was the only one amongst them that came to a conclusion that, while unbelievable, was comprehensible to her.

Mario sighed, sneering at the group with a disdain that, in the short time Charlie knew him, didn't think he was capable of.

"I know that this is... hard for you to come to terms with," Mario stated, and though cold, there was a hint of sincerity, "I know the instinct to run, hide, resist... is coursing through your blood as we speak. Your... fear is evident. And I know you will think this unfair."

Mario took a step forward, the ceiling light above him flickering. Perhaps it was age. Or maybe, Charlie found herself thinking, It is something else entirely.

"After all, it's not your fault that you came here tonight," Mario continued, his voice low but audible, "You were lured here by your grief. Your longing for a friend who was taken from you - unjustly, of course- by a malicious force that held no remorse nor empathy for the victims he left bleeding. For that I cannot fault you. For that, you have my sympathy."

The ceiling lights soon followed the example of the first, all flickering at a pace with no rhythm, no justification given the functional state of the generators.

As Mario continued his slow approach, Charlie and John dragged a pale Clay to the safety of their group. There was a small gasp from within their half-circle, grabbing Charlie's attention like everyone else's.

"The exit!" Jason called out, panic creeping into his tone.

Following where the boy pointed, the group felt dread crawl its ugly head to peek into their hearts as they realized the root of Jason's distress- the broken down bricks that Clay had entered through the restaurant was mended once more into a solid wall.

Their exit was gone - including the sealed door.

"However," Mario gained the groups attention as the atmosphere grew tenser, "In spite of my lenience to allow you to make your peace while you could, you have continuously encroached upon my territory, disrupted my nest. My haven, with little apology and little sincerity in your promises to leave, with an intent to keep coming back. Like your redhead friend, you've all reached too close to the sun little Icarus's. So now, there must be a penalty."

His words became more distorted as he spoke, an echo behind his voice as his body began to twitch as unnaturally as the lights above them.

With each passing flicker, Charlie witnessed how his body changed; the skin on his face hardened and grew pale, his body slimmer till his skin seemed to cling to his bones, like some starved beast. Limbs elongating until he was tall and lank, his uniform morphing into his body as it darkened and changed color.

Claws that weren't too dissimilar to steel broke from his finger tips, as well as femur spines that belonged to an insect protruding from his thighs. His withered into nothing, white stripes forming across his dark limbs.

Despite what she was witnessing - what they all were witnessing - the worst part was the sounds. Hearing flesh tearing like paper, snapping and crunching like bones, and a guttural groan unlike that of a hungry predator was an unsettling experience that sickened Charlie.

The transformation neared its completion, with Mario's head widening to inhuman degrees; his forehead, complimented with a concerning crack on the left, became a discerning appearance, just as his mouth widened too- spread past the limits of an actual human.

Various unnatural features decorated his face and body; the circles imitating rosy cheeks, the pair of twin specks that seemed to emulate brows, red lipstick around the lip-less mouth and the twin trails of blue that ran down to his smile. His no longer wore a uniform; it was instead replaced with a sleeveless buttoned vest that manifested a small cape that reached down to his hips. A flower bloomed on his right side, and a bow tie at his neck.

The last change was his eyes; the white of his sclera melted into the creeping darkness, his silver iris with it. A new pair of eyes replaced them, rolling up from below. His pupils were white instead of black, his irises shined silver with a small darker ring separating the pupil from the bigger, more mesmerizing rings.

His appearance was alien and wrong and... so familiar to Charlie. Perhaps an unfinished animatronic glimpsed in his garage. But this... was warped and personalized in a sense - tailored to fit his preferences. The thought invoked rejection towards the impossibility of the situation; seeking logic that wasn't there as confusion froze her in place.

Everyone else were more afraid than anything else. Except for Mario, who seemed apologetic rather than enthusiastic.

"You have disturbed my nights long enough, taking what little I could grant you. What little I could conserve. And thus, there must be a 'give' to return on your part," Mario stated or... whatever he truly was, with voice littered with guttural snarls and chitters, "Know I did not want this. I'd never think to do this. But you've left me with little choice. I've ignored my hunger long enough. And besides..."

Mario gazed directly into Charlie's shocked brown eyes.

"...you can't fight your nature."

Jessica's hands gripped onto Charlie, pulling her closer to the huddled group as Carlton took over supporting his dad from John. His grey eyes glanced over to the animatronics that were by the sidelines... including the golden bear that Michael was inside.

"Uh... guys," he caught the others attention, directing it to the animatronics on standby.

Until all, with exception to Michael, began to make their way to the hallway.

Why aren't they staying?

"Go join the others Michael," Mario tells the Golden Bear. There seems to be some garbled indiscernible reply from the suit... a protest perhaps?

Though it's seems to be all for naught when Mario snaps back, "Go back to slumber Michael. I'll make this quick."

Michael lingers, but the glint of life in the bear suit's sockets flicker out; darkness cast over the yellow suit.

"Now," Mario growled when he turned his attention to them, clawed tendrils breaking from under his shoulders, as another pair of thin legs extend out from the two limbs, reminiscent of a spider, "It's time to feed."

For Silva's Hope, allow me to present to you Silva's first of many face-offs with one Nadi Sinclair, aka John's right hand (and simp), aka former member of Taskforce 141 (from Call To Arms duology), aka a really good shot! Enjoy below:

[TW: Violence and blood and dead Peggies]

Another shot rang out, the glass of the wrecked ute shattered above her.

Silva scooted away from any openings her unseen attacker had on her, shrunk low while she kept her limbs close to herself.

With another shot, a bullet dented into the ute, but remained strong against her attacker.

She could hear gunfire and shouts from enemies and allies alike, as the peggies assault Fall's End and the valley's Resistance defend themselves.

She inspects her glock, swiftly checking her magazine.

Empty.

Silva banged the back of her head against the vehicle's metal, cursing herself for her shortsightedness.

She puts the glock back into her holster, hand reaching for her knife.

Until a peggie rounded the corner of the ute, shovel in his hands and raising it to hit her.

Surprised, Silva barely had enough time to roll away from the strike. The peggie, who's eyes seem glazed with a misty green, slammed his shovel against the dirt, face etching with confusion.

And clarity once I'm done with him, Silva thought as she brought out her knife, the stone handle feeling right in her gloved hands. As she moved to deliver a killing blow, there was a small part of herself that felt like she was forgetting something.

A familiar bang rang out, and Silva realized she was going to get a painful reminder of the situation she had gotten stuck in to punish her instincts.

Silva doubled over, her knife dropped as the sharp sting was replaced with a burning pain once the bullet excited her bicep. Silva clutched her wound, blood seeping into her gloves. She dropped to the floor when another shot was fired, hitting the ground nearby.

The peggie used her disadvantage to attack, throwing himself onto her. Silva had rolled to her back to counter, but only managed to grip onto shovel's handle.

She quickly realised he wanted to choke her out with it, either to kill her or render her unconscious. Neither was appealing, and opted to keep his shovel from her throat.

Which was proving difficult from the strain of the wound she received from John's sharpshooter, the pressure and applied strength weakening her grip against the ridiculously strong peggie.

As the handle crept closer to her throat, her strength just about ready to give in, a shot rang out.

And the peggie's brain matter and blood sprayed against the white ute, his corpse collapsing onto her.

Shoving it off, she searched for her attacker. Until she recognized a familiar green laser pointer that belonged to her rescuer.

Following the green light, she saw Grace had set herself up on the garage's roof.

Her radio burst to life, Grace's voice piercing through the chaos of gunfire and yells, "You good Deputy?"

Silva let out a relieved huff, hissing when she moved her wounded arm. She used her functional hand to grab the radio and reply, "Got a gunshot wound to the bicep. Went clean through but got nothing to clean it or stitch myself up with. Not to mention-"

A bullet denting the roof of the ute interrupted her, followed by a shot to the hood and the deflation of a tire.

"-I've got this gillipollas hounding after me. How's everything over on your part?"

"Jerome's leading the push back against the Peggie's front assault while Mary May's keeping the wounded inside her bar and restocking any ammo we need," Grace informs Silva as she fires a shot far off from Silva, "John's bodyguard, Sinclair, is holed up on the water tower. I guess neither she nor John were happy with the destruction of their new toy."

Silva could guess she was referring to the Revelator. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she responded, "Can you reach her from your position?"

Grace hummed, but not the affirmative kind, "Negative, and neither can she, though her ire seems more focused on you. However, I can take out the blissed-out peggies running toward your position."

Of course there's more of that guy. Which wouldn't be an issue if she could use both her hands, a loaded gun and didn't have to worry about John's enthusiastic psycho sniper blowing her head off.

Taking slow methodic breaths, Silva used the dropped shovel to safely reach for her knife, managing to return it to her waiting hand as another shot broke off the shovel's spade.

She inquired, "Is there any cover I could run up to?"

"Barely, but enough to be out of Sinclair's scope," Grace affirmed, much to Silva's relief, "I'd advise going for the peggie van furthest to your right."

"Can you cover me?" Silva asked, legs prepped to make a run. Her wound ached, but she forced herself to push back the pain. Gripping her knife with her good hand, she awaited Grace's response.

The radio came to life once more, and Grace assured her, "I've got your back, Dep."

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sketchfanda · 2 months ago

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

A Real Dish

18 hummed to herself as she typed and browsed away on her PC tablet while Marron napped peacefully in her room, the blonde cyborg quirking a brow in a Spock-like fashion as she saw a notification for an e-mail from none other than Zig-Zag. Our resident short king's hot sexy wife had struck up quite the friendship with the Siberian Tiger Skunk ever since her hubby had started raking in Double Z studios major views and Zeni as their current human porn star. Who knew there was a market for a human guys on anthro girls? Suffice to say, 18 wasted little to no time in tapping the notification, opening her mail to find it was a video attachment.

Once she checked she was alone and put on her wireless headphones, she hit play and waited for it to load, curious to see what the kinky anthro wanted her to see for her eyes only. Once it loaded and buffered, the video opened up to a scene of someone's point of view from a body cam as they rode in a car, with the hands on the steering wheel being telltale signs that Ziggy was the driver, turning to show Krillin was in the backseat while Tina Lynx sat in the passenger seat. The hybrid and feline babes making small talk with 18's hubby who seemed nervous and hesitant as the passing scenery indicated they were entering some small town suburban neighbourhood. Pulling up to a modest little home as the trio stepped out to make their way to the front door with Zigzag's tone of voice and the pep in her step indicating she was very eager and excited to come here.

The reason for this was made clear as the front door opened to be answered by quite a lovely looking furry milf who the blonde learned went by the name Helen Dish. A dish indeed and Zigzag's tone of voice made it clear she certainly thought so as she greeted the likely single mom like an a dear old friend. A very close, intimate friend indeed if that very tongue heavy kiss she gave her was anything to go by which only made 18's pussy quiver with sensual anticipation. How very kind of the Siberian tiger skunk and her feisty thicc lady friend to have clearly edited this seamlessly so she wouldn't have to be kept waiting to see how spicy this house call was no doubt going to get.

From a brief bit of friendly chatter, the blonde watched as a round of introductions was made with Zigzag of course speaking quite highly of Krillin to, much to 18's growing delight, hot single mom (seems she had quite an amicable divorce with her husband years back and Zigzag had come into her life one day and given her quite the sexual awakening). No doubt chipping away at any hesitation or doubt Helen might've had as it was made plenty clear that she'd never been with a human before, man or woman. Which only made the following make out session between her and Krillin all the more arousing for both Tina and Zigzag as well as 18 as the divorcee's mindset clearly found itself going with the flow more eagerly. Pants and gasps of arousal escaping her sweet lips as she and the short king began to get acquainted with one another physically and intimately, Helen's moans deepening as she felt up the human stud's crotch or hi hands on her special places such as her quite firm breasts or that lovely denim hugging booty.

The clothes were soon flying off in no time as the growing heat of passion and attraction between 18's shortround bull and the hot single furry mama grew like a campfire getting further fuel. Zigzag and Tina chiming in with a little commentary here and there as they and the cyborg watched the now naked human dude and furry babe going at it like horny teenagers. Helen's moans borderline bitch in heat levels as she bumped and ground her furry form against the smooth Adonis physique of the former monk, his fingers 3 digits and knuckle deep in her pussy while she grasped and stroked his cock in her hand. She had clearly never imagined or thought any man, human or other wise especially of Krillin's size could be packing such length and girth, her nectar flowing in response to feeling the twitching pulse and heat radiating from that shaft.

18 made no attempt to resist her hands as they moved of their own accord and proceeded to touch herself all over from groping her own breasts with firm squeezes to plunging her down the front of her jeans and panites to flick her bean. Suppressing her cries of desire as she watched her man and Helen become very intimately acquainted as they were now performing a 69, the milf laying atop her man with him squeezing her furry buns as he had his face pressed deep against her booty. Eating her out while she licked and sucked on his shaft as their arousal was no doubt helped by their two woman audience who were certainly enjoying the erotic documentary happening before them as much as the cyborg was right now. But of course it only got better from there....

Once the foreplay had been played through, 18 was pleased to find Helen now straddling her man's lap as she bounced and rode on Krillin's cock. His hands on her luscious sexy mama asss while he pumped and thrust into the heated, wet snatch of the furry bombshell who held onto his sculpted shoulders. Her moans being drowned out by the occassional kiss she shared with the short as she felt his length and girth reaching and hitting sweet spots she didn't even know she had. But 18 knew her hubby was only just getting started on rocking the hot sexy mama's world.....

From downward dog to full on doggy style and into prone bone and riding that short king's cock cowgirl style, Helen was clearly becoming drunk with pleasure. 18 certainly knew that feeling all too well before she found her enjoyment of this amateur style piece skyrocket as Zigzag and Tina got so turned on that they just had to join in the fray. The one on one becoming a 4 way of her short king and 3 furry hotties as Ziggy placed the camera in an angle and position to catch the action as she ambushed Helen with a kiss while Tina sat and parked her luscious furry booty on Krillin's oh so fine face. And it got wilder from there, naturally.....

From Krillin taking one girl in missionary or from behind as she ate one of the other two out to plowing one as he fingered the other 2, it was an erotic dance of one man and 3 beautiful anthro women. A seamless montage of scenes such as Hele and Zigzag scissoring one another as Tina was in a mating press with Krillin to all 3 of them giving him a blowjob all at once. 18's shameless self pleasuring taking her along on the momentum building within, climaxing just in time as the video finished with Krillin cumming inside Helen. Followed by him jerking off and firing off some shots on the sexy faces and tits of her, Zigzag and Tina......

As the video faded to black, 18 cleaned off her wet, sticky hands as she cleaned herself up a bit and began typing up a reply to the e-mail. Giving quite an in depth review that'd put most professional critics to shame as she thanked Ziggy for the video and enquired if she could get Helen's address and contact details if Krillin didn't already have them. After all such a sexy single mama like that clearly needed a good man in her life to keep her company in the bedroom. And the romantic eyes she was making at her man werre as undeniable as they were HOT!!!

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Jasmine and Honeydew

Chloe Sinclair was quite a paradox of a woman in many ways, a self made success in the world of corporate industry yet seemed to have ambitions on par with a megalomaniac from a spy drama movie. The looks and figure of a bombshell supermodel and a seemingly bimbo personality yet happened to rank high among the biggest networths listed on the planet. But nobody knew her better than herself of course and she was a woman with a simple view on life; know what you love, love what you know. And Chloe loved nothing more than finding ways to get her damn rocks off.....

So imagine her delight when in a partnership meeting with the oh so fetching CEO of Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs, had seen the blue haired brainiac make her day. She'd been thinking of maybe requesting a baker's dozen worth of those hunky Warrior Monk boytoys she'd seen the spicy review videos for but Bulma did her one better by offering her a bit of quality time with the real deal himself. Oh and wouldn't you know it, the guy just so happened to be current favourite pornstar Don Juan Sanchez and Ziggy, exotic sweetheart she is, approved of making it happen. Provided Chloe of course made sure to record it on camera and send her copy or stream it, Chloe promised the latter and to gladly have her name and face publicly used, why have shame in showing off getting wild and rowdy with Double Z's resident stud in thei human dudes on furry girl porn?!

Naturally the arrangements were made as soon as possible to have the cute bull, Krillin she learned his name was, brought on over to her personal private island home slash corporate headquarters. Along with his wife and daughter of course under the pretense of a family vacation though she was informed the blonde bombshell knew of this and also approved, hell she wanted to watch it happen!! Chloe had a feeling they would get along famously but of course she'd see to that sweet little angel child of this would be cared and provided for, their daycare was top of the line!! Soon as the little care was dropped off there and assured she'd be well looked after, the exotic skunkette began to put her plan into action as she took Krillin and 18 along to show them their guest room.

Said guest room was a penthouse suite, never let it be said hospitality wasn't a quality that Chloe Sinclair lacked with Krillin being in awe of the view. Only to turn around and drop his jaw in shock, eyes widening in surprise as he found his wife and Chloe suddenly French kissing one another, shameless wanton moans exchanged between their lips as their respective blue eyes looked his way. As if no doubt asking him if he was liking the show he was getting before they got to stripping one another naked, giggling with mischief in their tone as they strut their sexy nude selves over his way. Chloe of course shooting a secret wink and a smile over at one of the hidden cameras she had set up as if to say "Enjoy the show, you naughty pervs...", having them set up to record and stream this to Zigzag and Bulma, to name a few as thanks for making this little playdate happen.

Before Krillin could even get his brain working again to ask just what the hell was happening, let alone the how and why, his libido up and hijacked control once more as he found himself ambushed by Chloe and 18. The cyborg and skunk babe respectively taking turns giving him sloppy, tongue filled kisses before soon having a heated 3 way make out between them. The blonde and platinum haired hotties kissing and licking their way down his torso as they stripped him naked, with Chloe kneeling beside 18 as she looked in awe and rapture at Krillin's now exposed cock. Accepting this lovely offering as 18 grasped it for her by planting licks and kisses from the immense tip to his smooth, heavy balls, now those were some dragonballs and these 2 would be all she needed to have her wish granted!!

Krillin of course was unaware of the free private show he was giving as Chloe showed she had quite the oral skills, her mouth and throat had more of a quality akin to a pussy. Those sapphire blue eyes of hers twinkling adorably as if displaying worship and awe his way as she sucked and blew on his shaft. Her tail sensually wagging as it radiated a particular scent...not unpleasant mind you but quite unique and intriguing...like jasmine and honeydew. It was enough to make him feel drunk or somewhat relaxed enough that he couldn't help but along with the erotic flow and momentum his wife and their feisty hostess had set upon him.

Which might be how and why he was soon rutting Chloe balls deep in a missionary position, her moans melodic as she showered him with absolute honest praise. Deeming him the biggest and finest lay she's had to date, one of her lovely legs draped over his shoulder and the other around his waist as they pressed their lips together in a sloppy kiss, her furry booty jiggling against every smack of those heavy dragonballs of his. 18 kneeling beside them as she held Chloe's hand with firmness yet tender in a sense of intimacy, watching on with pride as her man made one of the wealthiest, most financially powerful women on the planet become his latest sexual conquest. Their mutual enjoyment of course growing in anticipation knowing the pleasure would only get better from here onwards.

That was most definitely the case as one moment 18 was being taken prone as she had her lips pressed to Chloe's muff or Chloe doing the same as Krillin fucked her doggy style. The next one of them sat on his face having him eat them out while the other rode his cock cowgirl style. Each and every position with every second to minute passing hours being transmitted to key individuals such as Chloe's personal assistant Persephone to Zigzag and Bulma as the short king unknowingly boosted his erotic fame. Especially once that video would get passed and shared around but hey couldn't get any crazier, right?

If only Krillin had even an idea of what fate had in store for him in the future, of who and what was going to come his way down the line. Of how his intimate encounter with Chloe had not escaped the notice and observation of an unseen, powerful force, one that could give even the Gods of Destruction pause and hesitation. A being who could observe the vast multiverse at their leisure like browsing channels on a tv for personal entertainment and pleasure. Especially and particularly when it came to looking for potential new playmates to share a warm bed with and snuggle up to.

So far in her voyeuristic observations, she’d found one of her counterparts had encountered quite the adorable little imp and a sturdy beefcake himbo, who both also so happened to be very talented in bed. Now another of her alternate selves in a very unique version of Earth had just finished with what was, she had to say, a very unique physical specimen in Krillin, having watched every single moment of their intimate acquaintance. Observing her scrying orb with sensual delight and anticipation as she added his name to her list of potential playmates. Her wicked, erotic mind already thinking of ways to have fun testing and prepping him for when they'd finally meet....

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TGIF!!!

Krillin took a deep relaxing sigh as he soothed his muscles in the cosy confines of the hot tub in the private room so generously provided to him and his family by Chloe. Say what one will about the lovely Ms.Sinclair when it came to her sexual appetites but she sure knew how to treat her guests when it came to hospitality. Which 18 was certainly enjoying as she had taken Marron to one of the many beaches along the shore for some fun and quality mother daughter time. The lovely kinky skunkette of course was going to be occupied with some business and company matters which gave him a much needed break from the nonstop sexual marathon they'd had since getting here.

His wife made it no secret how feisty she could get when she and another woman enjoyed him together sexually but Chloe was like a league all her own, nympho didn't even begin to cover her. But damn if she wasn't a beaut to behold especially the lust in her eyes as she'd look his way or the feel of that silky fur against his skin, seriously even when wet she smelt like jasmine and honeydew!! The short king feeling a rush of blood circulating to his loins as his sexual dragon began to stir in response to the vivid memory reflection. Only to hit the breaks as he heard the door to the guest room penthouse open and shut to signal he now had company!!

Thankful he hadn't been caught in the act, he turned to see none other than the black and white striped form of Ms.Friday, Chloe's site logistics manager and hot damn if the zebra mare wasn't easy on the eyes like her boss. Her monotone furred toned frame especially showed off well in her modest yet stylish dress as she addressed him a in professional yet friendly manner, no doubt Chloe had asked her to check up on him and ensure he was okay. To which our humble fighter guy replied he was doing none too bad especially with the quality of luxury being provided. That answer of course seemed to satisfy the hottie Zebra babe...who proceeded to shock and stun him as she suddenly removed her dress and stripped naked, exposing her natural self before his every eyes!!

Friday:*Giggling at the awestruck, gobsmacked look on his face as she seemed nonchalant showing off her own nude self before him, even doing a few turns and poses as if showing off. Making her way over to the hot tub as she dipped her feet in and invited herself in to join him as if she was casually with an dear old friend and not some guy she just exposed herself to.*"Ms.Chloe thought you might be getting pent up and a bit lonely and figured what harm in having me keep you company for a while. Plus not going to lie, I saw that video and this meat hammer of yours has been running through my mind...*The Zebra beauty quipped sensually, as she reached out and groped Krillin's cock and balls, making sure to sensually grasp and grope his length and girth beneath the bubbling warm water. Licking her lips erotically as her honey brown eyes twinkled with lust and anticipation alike.*"Pardon my crudeness Don Juan...but I want you to take this cock and make me scream your name...So how about it handsome, feeling a little jungle fever?"

Before Krillin even knew it, he found himself obliging the desire of Friday as he was pressing his lips to her muzzle, moans and gasps of heated passion passing between them as they were making out. His compact hairless muscular form against her own stripey, furry bombshell figure as their tongues danced together in the air with growing intimacy and erotic heat, her juicy tits rubbing against his firm pecs as they made the hot tub feel tepid in comparison. His hand caressing and probing her sticky, warm slit as she continued to stroke and massage his cock in her grip, her fingers and palm becoming soaked with his flowing pre. Any sense of shame or inhibition gone out the window from Krillin's brain as he felt compelled to accept the mare's generous offer of sexual company, it certainly beat letting his balls become overwhelmed.

Hence why it wasn't all that surprising he got right to plunging balls deep into the generous exotic Zebra woman, coaxing sensual moans from her lips as she held onto him for dear life. Her arms and legs wrapped around his compact Adonis physique as she she was made to bounce and ride on his cock while she hugged his face between the valley of her glorious tits. The water splashing around the human stud and the monocrhome striped bitch made hot, passionate rut dancing the age old dance of man and woman together. But of course this was only the opening moments of round 1 before they really started to put it into high gear.

It wasn't long before the guest room suite's walls and ceiling echoed with Friday's howling cries and sensual gasps of passion was she stood hunched and bent over the edge of the hot tub. Krillin taking her from beind as he pump-thrust into her sticky, warm pussy, slapping those striped asscheeks like a bongo drum as she looked sensually over her shoulder at him. Egging him on to rut her deeper and harer, be as rough as he'd like to which she found him obliging her as he reached out and grasped her mohawk mane. To her orgasmic bliss of course as she arched her back and rode the waves of love and sweet, hot fuck together with him.....

They showed little to no signs of stopping as they were out of the hot tub and into the bedroom, making the springs creak and squeak as made the sheets soaking wet with sweat and sex juices alike. Friday taking him like a champ while even displaying her oral and anal game were no slouch of joke either but she wasn't surprised to find Krillin was particularly enjoying her pussy. It had to be said when it came to sex, he was certainly a man of taste aand culture as she currenly laid flat front on the mattress to bite and grasp the sheet while she took a prone bone fucking as if she were the weak prey being dominated by a real apex predator!!

It was no small wonder the pair were going at it with making another marathon happen in that room, enough so that Krillin still hadn't noticed or realised the hidden cameras. Which continued to beam and transmit a secret stream among a select few individuals who were of course enjoying this pornographic documentary on what was best suited and served for relations betewen human men and furry women. Or just a fancy way of saying this shit was hot, if you were to ask Chloe's personal assistant Persephone as she watched in sercret on her pc. Playing with herself as she mentally made plans to make sure to get her own quality time and fun with the short king sooner than later.....Ms.Sinclair did encourage them to do so for the duration of his stay here after all....

But of course Krillin had no clue at least one or two more of the fine ladies employed under Chloe were having quite a show to enjoy or making plans to have their dose of chestnut loving. For the time being he had a hot sexy monochrome striped chunk of heaven to take to satisfaction avenue and back. He may be outshined by saiyans when it comes to fighting but when it comes to the bedroom and with women? If there was a Tenkaiichi Budokai for sex, he'd be the world champ a hundred times over by now...

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"Not so Silent...."

Krillin knew he'd often read of the concept of Lucid dreams, there was studies aplenty to suggest they were a real experience for many but he highly doubted he'd ever come to experience one himself. But of course leave it to Murphy's law to come around and try to seem like it was going to kick him square in his family jewels as he found that he might be just experiencing such a dream right now. Well more like a nightmare because he found the scenery around him to be like something right of a horror movie set. An eerie, creepy fog covered town seemingly desolate, run down and abandoned, the quintessential ghost town.

Amidst this sea of derelict homes and condemned buildings stood a rusting, dilapidated sign that bore the words "Silent Hill" but something told Krillin instinctually that it wouldn't be the case for long. A place like this surely had something sinister lurking and waiting to inflict who knows what horrors upon him that'd have him wake up kicking and screaming. As if hearing his thoughts, Silent Hill seemed to answer him as the foreboding silence was broken by heavy footsteps and the sound of something sharp scraping along the ground. Part of him knew he should start running but there was that damned hint of curiosity that wanted, had to see what or who was coming his way that he'd have to deal with.

He'd expected something like warped, monstrous versions of someone like Cell or Frieza so imagine his puzzlement to find a toned bombshell of what seemed to be a woman emerging from the depths of the mist. Standing between 7 to 10 feet tall (Really with him being between 4 to 5 feet, just about any and everyone else towered over him), her head fully covered in some bizarre 7 pointed Pyramid helm and clad in little more than shoulder length gloves and thigh high boots. And a peculiar ensemble of straps and a stitched up apron, it and her exposed skin covered in what could clearly only be blood and dragging on the ground behind her in hand was a massive blade like a combat knife for a giant in the military. Feeling briefly like a deer caught in the headlights, it was then and there that Krillin knew it was a good time to run!!

And oh how he ran, something told him trying to fight or fly would do him no good, something about Silent Hill just didn't feel or seem right and cripes was this place a maze!! Loops, false paths, dead ends and every so often, seemingly teleporting out of nowhere or moving faster than she seemed, this Pyramid-Head lady was right on his tail!! It was like this whole town was warping itself to stack the deck in her favour and better enable her to corner him, wherein she'd no doubt inflict who knows what on him. As if just to really lay out the salt set to be poured into his pending wounds, the compact fighter found himself in a dead end,...a room made to look like a love hotel suite?!!

Just when he thought he couldn't be anymore confused or feel weirded out at the scenery before him, a heart shaped queen sized bed, scattered rose petals, an array of laid out scented candles, his attention was brought back to reality when he heard the door slammed shut behind him. Pyramid-head standing before him in all her scarousing glory having just locked it, her visor hidden eyes set on him as he gulped and made a silent prayer to Buddha. Only to find the she-hemoth drop her massive blade, seemingly sensually purring as her hands moved to undo the clasps and buckles to let her apron dress fall off of her Amazonian, statuesque frame. The short king bugging his eyes out and dropping his jaw as Pyramid-Head flashed him in all her naked glory, the blood on her having now somehow become body oil as she made her way on over to him.

He wasn't sure how or what happened next, why things were suddenly playing out like this but this lucid nightmare became like some horror themed wet dream. Laying naked on the silk bedsheets, idly caressing PH's namesake helm as she held her visored gaze on him while she squatted on the floor and gave him a titfuck. Stroking and massaging his cock between her bodacious boobs which were extra slick thanks to the lotion that made her skin have glistening sheen, the mute, sensual monster seemed spurred on by his groans of arousal. As if his pleasure was her motivation, further adding fuel to the fire as a serpent like tongue slithered out from a hidden section of her helm to lick and wrap around his cock.

Before the compact fighter knew it, this statuesque mystery woman had mounted and was straddling his lap as she flexed her amazonian muscles. Bouncing on and riding his cock, his pelvis feeling the the heavy impact of her bubbly ass while she let loose with deep, sexual moans from her ominous helm. It was such a contrast how utterly intimidating she was yet here she was looking and acting like such a porn star. Unable to resist her erotic allure as he found himself grasping her strong hips and bucking his own to meet her much to her delight.

he wasn’t sure how much time was passing, it all seemed to keep on slipping yet move at a snail’s pace all at the same time yet what was constant was the rushing onslaughty of pleasure. The absolute sensation of this enigmatic Sexecutioner's warm, tight and wet pussy strangling his jackhammering cock in its embrace as she welcomed his caresses, his kisses on her body, his firm gropes.Taking her in any and every which possible positon his compact, powerful frame could achieve as she welcomed his assertions of dominance, holding her in her embrace as she took him with her on surfing the tidal waves of climax. Everything seeming to fade to a white light as they shared one final simultaneous orgasm together, Krillin felt himself falling deep into the sudden abyss.....

Only for him to stir awake and sit up, panting as he heard his alarm clock going off which made him reflexiviely reach out to shut it down as he found himself back to reality, safe and warm in his bed. Held in the embrace of his wife...and packing a major case of morning wood, damn that'd definitely been one hell of a wet dream. Scarousing as it was and it had felt so vivid and real that there'd hardly been a difference between feeling asleep or awake. And why did it feel like someone had been watching it all happen?

Unknown to our short king, that had indeed been the case for deep within the limbo of the multiversal cosmos, sitting comfy in her personal domain was Demon Queen Chloe. The infernal flamed skunk bombshell humming sensually to herself as she examined a little chess piece style miniature in her grasp, none other than the female Pyramid-Head which had haunted Krillin in his lucid wet nightmare. Placing it on some mantle lined up with other figurines, the hedonistic anthro overlord smiled as she wondered who to spring next on her potential boytoy for the next dream she planned to surprise him in her little series of ttests. After all she had to make sure the little man and the others would be up to her personal standards....

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 1 year ago

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years ago

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If the Hooks have the same mother, then I headcanon that it’s Zarina. Not that I’ve watched The Pirate Fairy or anything.

If the Hooks have different mothers, though, then I headcanon that Harry’s mother is still Zarina, but Harriet’s is Red Jessica and CJ’s is Helga Sinclair. Not that I’ve watched the movies they’ve appeared in either.

Harriet looks exactly like her father, which I am basing entirely off of the fact that the wiki says she has black hair, and so does Captain Hook. CJ looks exactly like her mother, which I am basing entirely off the fact that they both have blonde hair, Never mind their other facial features. Harry has his father’s (and Harriet’s) blue eyes and his mother’s hair.

So basically, Harry has a bit of a resemblance to Harriet, while CJ and Harriet do not look remotely related.

#harry hook #harriet hook #cj hook #calista jane hook #hook family #hook siblings #captain hook #zarina #zarina disney #helga sinclair #red jessica #disney descendants #descendants #the isle of the lost #mrs. hook #the hook siblings

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wipbigbang · 9 months ago

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WIP BIG BANG SIGN-UPS ARE LIVE!

The 2024 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

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voidfell · 2 years ago

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Shezow is a magical girl in a superhero coming of age story, Dudepow is a superhero in a maho shojou anime, I hope this helps.

#✧˖*°࿐ Gal Alvarez // i'm not just your AVERAGE JANE.#✧˖*°࿐ Gal Alvarez About // i am a voice yet WAITING to be heard.#(still thinking abt that shezow OC. Jessica Sinclair. maybe put her in a Miles Morales type role to Guy's SheZow in an alt reality)#✧˖*°࿐ OOC // ROAD WORK ahead? uh i sure HOPE so.

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marvisions · 2 years ago

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Oh hell yeah here we go

What fictional character are you completely convinced is a lesbian and nothing anyone can say will change your mind on that and why?

I want to know because I feel like lesbian head-canons are always pushed aside in fandom.

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hjcoolartnerd · 10 months ago

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Stranger Things Master list:

Facts about characters:

Dylan facts

Main ships: other ships

Stelan (Dylan and Steve)

Hendergrove (Marcus and Billy)

Hargrinclair (Tyler and Julia)

Brussie (Bruce and Jessie)

Thomross (Jonas and Fiona)

Jolan (Dylan and Steve Joe)

Carfield (Alex and Jason)

Joncy (Jonathan and Nancy)

Carlmmy (Carol and Tommy)

Other ships

Harringrove

Just a little push part 1, part 2, part 3,

Steddie:

Harringroveson:

Harringrove II

Walgrovre

Munker

Harringroveker

Steddielan

Harringrovesonker:

Dynathan:

Stelanathan:

Dylommy

Just a little push part 1, part 2, part 3,

#hj coolart #myart #oc #au #my fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things au #dylan walker oc #marcus henderson #julia sinclair oc #bruce greens oc #steve harrington #steve joe randall oc #fiona thompson oc #alexander mayfield oc #jessica walker oc #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #otp

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huntsvillegossip · 1 year ago

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Happy New Year Lovelies!

Well, happier for some than for others, it seems. Eagan Connolly is raising quite the fuss about the disappearance of someone named Will Monroe—details are light on who exactly Will is but apparently he's known to some as a local prostitute. If you see her hobbling around, maybe keep a wide berth, since they’ve been heard muttering to themselves in public. If it was something worth worrying about, the police or Mayor Nat herself would have informed us, of course.

We have multiple witnesses having seen what looked like a very upset Christopher Winters and a very concerned Jim Dunford in town the other day. They were arguing about what sounded like a cheeky New Years Eve kiss that they shared. Jim seemed to be trying to placate Christopher, who was not having it, shoving the man away and stalking off. No news yet as to whether Emma Dunford is aware of this. For all we know, this might be her way of having her cake and eating it too. Christopher and Emma are also expecting a child, which begs the question, is now really the time to try something new?

Speaking of their upcoming adoption, the baby’s birth mother has also been on her own romantic adventure. Josie Reigh and Gabriel Westfall are official, at least if the people overhearing her referring to him as her boyfriend are to be believed. The two seem to be quite happy with each other. Alas, not everyone seems to be as over the moon as they are. Nico Garcia stills seems hung up over Miss Reigh, which is no surprise, since he always was the more sensitive brother. He has repeatedly been seen intoxicated at the Sasquatch and was even heard propositioning one of their bartenders. One lucky contender who took him up on the offer is Jessica Sinclair. That girl's taste has always been questionable—but perhaps this is the one who will break her streak of heartbreak?

The younger Garcia brother isn't the only one moping and drinking his sorrows away at the bar. Theodore Collins has become the latest member of the lonely hearts club. Many have remarked he's been overly temperamental at work with some adding in that he and Kirby have officially called it quits. However, seems they're both quick to move on. Theodore was spotted hitting on Morgan Vovk, who took him home "as a friend"—you can take that as you will. Meanwhile, Kirby has been seen multiple times leaving the drive-in with Edward Langston. Now, sonsidering he should be focused on helping raise his goddaughter, you would think he'd reconsider his priorities. Kirby is fun but they're hardly the person you'd want around when you're trying to be responsible.

That's all for now, my lovelies. Remember: drink and flirt responsibly! You never know who's watching.

Love, Auntie G

“Is it just me, or do the old folks at the retirement home seem happier lately? Is it just because of that new doctor working there or what?” - Anon (37M)

“So, I hear there’s an angry bounty hunter in town, and word on the street is he’s after a big score. Guess it makes sense that he seems to have joined Val Moreno’s harem. He seems like her type. Good luck and godspeed to Connor Hastings, I suppose.” - Hopeful Future Harem Member

“It appears like Duck Romero has been lassoed by Claire Forbes and is officially off the market. I saw the two of them on what appeared to be a date after New Years looking mighty cozy. Third time’s the charm, folks!” - Town Bird Watcher

“Declan Sullivan seems to be sowing his wild oats, as he was seen kissing Peyton Wilson soon after a love confession to him by Artemis Hayes was overheard at a construction site. Never seen a boy high tail it out of a conversation so fast. Hey, I'm willing to be her shoulder to cry on any day.” - Bob the Builder

"You'd be surprised how much shit gets talked about at the construction sites. You know that circus guy? Mercy Wainwright? Might've overheard him bitching about not getting to see his kid. That he might actually try to get custody of 'em. Not sure how the baby mama, Josie Reigh, gonna feel about that one." - The 4th Property Brother

“Yeah, so I was having a drink at the Sasquatch when Hope McGillivray threw a drink in Floyd Blackward’s face. Guess he made a pass at her but you can’t blame a guy for trying. Dude’s still stuck in second place it looks like.” - Day Drinker

“Although Halley MacGillivray and Saffron Aubert are now officially dating, Halley has been seen hanging out with Felix Berkowitz, Saffron's ex-fiancé. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose. Loyalty seems to be a concept that family struggles with.” - Anon (22F)

"Hey, so I don't know if it was the eggnog at the party or what. But Edgar Wayne had a full meltdown at his own party. Looks like it was cause of Beverly Torrance, she went skinny dipping in this freezing ass weather with Elijah Atkins. I thought the rangers were suppose to help out folks not nearly kill 'em." - Eggnog Lover

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mambosfive · 2 years ago

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𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 → accepting.

❛ i don't have much experience. ❜ @astremourante

eyebrow raised at the other's words, mostly because jessica simply didn't believe it. she might not have worked at mambos for very long, but she was good at reading people. that's why they'd placed her under cover, after all. she was an asset. "forgive me if i don't believe that." she replied, smile tugging that little bit wider. "and even if it's true, something tells me you're the sort of person that will give things a try anyway." hands rest against the bar in front of her, body leaning forward ever so slightly. "am i right, or am i right?"

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— jessica grace mendes.#𝐯. 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞. ——— amelia sinclair.#astremourante

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hellomystraightlacedfriend · 2 months ago

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It's so crazy!

And it's funny because Nekra has quite a short appearance in the series, but Mark Gruenwald does go out of his way to bring up her whole backstory, explain how she got to where she is now from her last appearance in Daredevil, and give her a personal and compelling reason to go after Jessica Drew.

And there's just something very interesting about their dynamic, because both Nekra & Jessica have felt betrayed/used by people who controlled them, but Jessica's powers also very much have the potential to be used as a means of control (even if at this point Jessica does not have the know-how to use them.)

i have nobody to talk to about jessica drew and nekra and it drives me crazier every day that i think about them

#jessica drew #nekra sinclair

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calmcoldevening · 1 year ago

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I’m begging you for a part 2 of the knowing the slashers when they were younger fic where they meet when they’re older if you’re up for it ofc🙏

You knew slashers when you were a child and now you grow up and met them

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, brothers Sinclair

TW: mention of blood, violence, stockholm syndrome.

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. And also i really didn't know what I needed to write about Sinclair, because i need to rewatch the movie to remember their characters, so i didn't write about them. I hope you'll enjoy our sweet Tommy and baby boy Brahms

Part one ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Thomas Hewitt

You just recently graduated from college and decided to celebrate it with a trip with your friends to one of the US states. The choice fell on Texas. You still had pleasant memories of your school life in this place in your heart, and your heart ached at the thought of how soon you left your hometown. Not that you would call these people friends, but you were good acquaintances and helped each other with tasks. And so you packed your bags and within half an hour you were all driving together in a small SUV. The boyfriend of one of your 'friends' (Jessica) was driving. He was a good man, although he joked about unpleasant topics from time to time. But you turned a blind eye to it. In the end, you will finally find yourself back in the good old Texas.

The road was long, so you had a lot of time to think. You were sitting in the farthest seat, staring into space and slowly stroking an old, slightly battered fox toy with your hand. Your thoughts revolved around one person. That shy little boy you had such a happy conversation with years ago. It was your first memorable friend. You no longer had friends who could surpass sweet Tommy.

Finally, the car turned at a sign with the inscription of a city you know. Your heart started beating faster and you couldn't suppress a smile in anticipation. Soon you will see him again, a sweet shy boy. Although now it will probably be a guy, after all, it's been almost twelve years. This figure was almost painful.

The Texas landscape flowed like a soft canvas on the other side of the window, the sun mercilessly burned his eyes, refracting through the glass. It was hot and stuffy. You're lucky to get into one of the hottest periods in Texas. This place has changed somewhat, although it remains the same as you remembered it. The once small plantings have now turned into real tall trees, although they did not save much from the sultry sun. The wheels of the car turned quickly on turns with an unpleasant sound, raising a cloud of dust behind them. Jessica's boyfriend, Tim, apparently loved playing racer very much, even on the main state road.

By all the laws of luck, Tim abruptly informed you that you were running out of gas. There was a gas station nearby. You entered a small diner next to the gas station, and your heart instantly warmed up. It was that sweet woman, Thomas's mom. Luda-May, isn't that right?

"Hello, Luda," you say with a slight smile, approaching the cash register. The woman looks up at you with a frown, peering at your appearance for a few seconds. Finally, recognition seemed to flash across her face.

"Y/N?" She asks dryly, her voice a little rougher than what you remember from childhood. You nod in response. A warm smile appears on Mrs. Hewitt's face and she hurries out from behind the counter, wrapping you in a gentle, almost maternal embrace. "God, girl.. I never thought I'd see you again. You've grown up so much."

"I'm so sorry that I left so quickly. It was my parents' idea, not mine."

"I understand, honey, don't worry. We've all missed you. Especially Tommy."

The mere mention of his name makes your heart ache. Tommy... You haven't seen him for so long. Your heart yearned for those beloved cornflower blue eyes. You reluctantly pull away from the cozy embrace of Luda, your hand reflexively reaches for your hair, removing a stray strand from your face when you understand the look at a woman.

"You still live there, don't you? Can I see him?"

"Of course, my girl. I've just finished. Hoyt should be arriving soon."

Hoyt? Your brain was carefully trying to find at least one mention of that name in your memory, but nothing came to mind. Strange. Although it may be one of their relatives or friends, after all, you haven't been here for too long, it couldn't have stayed the same, could it?

What was your surprise when that Hoyt turned out to be old Charlie. Although his appearance was now quite pretentious: sheriff's clothes, hat and badge. Something was wrong. This man has been lazy all his life, he could not suddenly decide to go to work in a place related to healthcare. But you chose to remain silent. Hoyt didn't seem to recognize you. When he saw your friends, he invited them to go with them, saying that he had a can of gasoline at home.

"Take the guys, and then you'll come for us. I don't think the sheriff's car can hold that many people," Luda intervened, grabbing your arm protectively. It's got you a little stressed out. Although there was some truth in her words. Five former students came with you, all of them obviously wouldn't have gotten into Charlie's car. The man wanted to say something, but gave up, nodding to the woman.

And so they left. All that time, Luda was asking about your life, enjoying listening to stories from college. She was more interested in this than your own parents. And now Hoyt is back. He was in high spirits. You got to the Hewitt house safely. As a child, as now, the building was still huge for you. Luda carefully led you into the kitchen, offering you tea. God, you've missed this place.

"Tommy! Come here, we have guests," Luda shouted and you heard hurried rustles and heavy footsteps from the basement.

It made you tense up a little bit. Finally, a couple of minutes later, a tall man, the size of an entire closet, entered the kitchen. Your blood turned cold. You slowly looked up. A long, tall body, wavy dark hair and a leather mask on his face. He frowns down at you, seeming to evaluate you with his cold blue eyes.

"Tommy?" As if nothing had happened, Luda-Mae asks in a cheerful voice, "Do you remember Y/N?"

It seemed that at that moment the gears were turning in his head. You needed time to think about it too. Was this huge man Thomas? No, of course, Tommy was a bit of a big kid as a kid, but he was still quite small. The only thing that attracted attention was his bandage on his face. Now it has been replaced by a strange leather mask.

You didn't even have time to think, as careful footsteps were heard from the basement. It seemed, but Tommy and none of the People were found at first. And Tim appeared behind Thomas. God, he was covered in blood and his back was bleeding. Your face is filled with pure horror. And that gave Tim away. Thomas notices your fear and turns around, immediately grabbing Tim roughly and dragging him back to the basement. Your brain screamed like a hunted animal that you needed to get out of here and urgently. Something has happened to this family, something bad, since they communicate with other people like that. But as soon as you tried to run to the exit, at that moment you were hit by something heavy on the back of the head.

His heart ached for you. You were the first person who ever showed him kindness in your life, and now you will surely be afraid of him. God, he wouldn't want to see fear in your beautiful eyes when you're afraid of him. His body was filled with an unpleasant feeling of disappointment and pain. He didn't want that, really. But he wanted to keep you by his side, he didn't want to let you go again. And he didn't want you to hurt the family. So now he was gently wiping the remnants of blood from your beautiful face, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. You were still as beautiful, his heart began to beat faster, as it did when he was a child. He saw that toy in your friends' car, you kept it all these years. Thomas couldn't help but smile. Maybe you loved him too? Not now, not after what he did.

The following days were a blur. Your head ached, and an unpleasant heaviness tightened your neck. They put you on a chain. Thomas or Luda would check on you from time to time, Luda would just leave food, and Thomas would just sit on the bed next to you and just look at you. Sometimes he would try to touch you, but you would instantly jump aside like a wounded animal. Thomas's heart ached painfully in his chest. Although.. He deserved it, didn't he? All his life he was looked at with disgust or fear. But he didn't care about those people. All these simple passers-by or victims were just empty meat. But you were afraid of him now. He couldn't stand your gaze, full of fear for your life, so he left the room every time, unable to look in your eyes.

The days slowly followed each other. You were still afraid. But there was something else. Whenever Thomas enters the room, your eyes involuntarily glided over his big strong body. You wanted to snuggle up to him, find comfort in his arms. But there was a part of you that knew it was wrong. They killed people, they killed your friends. They chained you up and kept you here like some kind of dog. And yet your body was begging for his warmth, just like when you were a child.

What was Thomas's surprise when the next time he came into the room, you crawled closer to him, asking for a hug. Your arms clumsily wrapped around his body. Thomas blushed instantly. His heart felt so good. He gently grabbed you by the hips, putting you on his lap, and hugging your fragile body with his strong arms. He buried his nose in your hair. How he missed that feeling. His brain was filled with the scent of your skin. Thomas let out a relieved whimper as you began to gently run your fingers through his tangled hair.

He never left you, he won't let you go into this cruel world again. He will protect you with all his heart. His sweet girl.

Brahms Heelshire

"Now I've won," the man says in a hoarse voice through his cracked porcelain mask with a doll's face.

He was breathing heavily, hanging over you, his left hand pressed against the wall behind you, while the other reached out to your face, gently stroking.

"Still beautiful," he whispers, caressing your chin with his thumb, tracing your lower lip with his fingernail. Your heart was pounding wildly, you shrank under the man's gaze like a frightened animal. His movements were rough, but his touch seemed almost gentle, as if he didn't want to disrupt this moment or harm your fragile being. His breathing was loud and heavy because of the mask, and the skin under his eyes was slightly reddened. And those eyes. Those warm eyes are the color of pure amber under the bright sun. They looked at you with extraordinary affection and humility. You could recognize those eyes out of a thousand. Like back then, fifteen years ago.

You nervously clutched the steering wheel rim with your right hand, counting the turns. Not so long ago, you managed to get a new job, and who would have thought that this job would be in your childhood home. Or rather, your friend. They always treated you like their own child, so they gave you this job without any problems.

The weather was clear, it was only the beginning of autumn. Some of the trees have already turned golden, their leaves rustling unobtrusively. The sky was clear, without a single cloud, so the sun shone brightly through the windshield of your car. It seemed that nothing could spoil your return to your childhood home.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The mind was filled with thousands of pleasant memories of your past together and children's laughter. You missed Brahms so much. It's been a long time since you've seen him.

Finally, after a couple of long hours, you arrived at the Hilsher estate. It remained the same. Obviously, Mr. Heelshire was still carefully tending the garden, growing his wife's favorite flowers. You stopped right next to the driveway, the wheels moving pleasantly on the gravel. After getting out of the car, you went inside without thinking twice. The greenery of this place has always been striking in its beauty, it seemed that no seasons had power over this place, the forests of the estate still gave pleasure with their emerald color and the coolness of the dense grove.

You were met at the very door by Mrs. Heelshire. She has changed a lot since your last visit, of course, the years take their toll. Her eyes were a little red and tired, and there were small bruises under them. Her face was unusually pale and her hair was gray, but not as when it happens from age, but when a person goes through a lot of life difficulties and faces stress.

"Honey, I haven't seen you for so long," the woman said smiling, wrapping you in a warm embrace. Her hugs were pleasant, but strangely nervous, "We were surprised when we received your candidacy for this job."

"I just really wanted to come back. My parents wouldn't let me go just like that."

"And for good reason," the woman mutters to herself, immediately turning to face you with a warm smile, "We always want only the best for you, my girl, don't hold a grudge against us."

Her words strain you a little, but you attribute it to her slight excitement before the long-awaited vacation. After all, for as long as you can remember, Mrs. Heelshire has always been a caring and hardworking woman, she didn't know the word 'rest'.

After ten tedious minutes, Mrs. Heelshire explains to you the set of rules and your responsibilities. It seemed like she was trying in a hurry to tell you everything at once. Her eyes were constantly darting around the walls of the house.

And now you're alone. Taking care of the doll was not so difficult. Although you still didn't understand why the doll had the name of your childhood best friend. No one's parents told you what happened to Brahms, you just moved in a couple of days before his birthday. You didn't even have time to give him the gift you made with your own hands. Years later, you felt guilty about it. But now, that feeling seemed to be gone. It feels like you're finally in your place. You're home.

It happened two weeks after your arrival at the manor. As usual, you were sorting out the groceries that Malcolm brought while the man was standing next to you, leaning against the doorjamb. He was watching you carefully, talking about something. To be honest, you've noticed for a long time how ambiguously he looks at you. All those jokes, compliments, touches and glances. He was flirting with you. But you could definitely tell that he wasn't your type. Damn it, he was overconfident. But in a relationship, you wanted to 'be at the helm', you wanted a guy with character, but definitely obedient. And Malcolm definitely didn't fit that description.

"..hey, can you leave this doll after all? Let's go to my place. I'll show you a lot of interesting things," he says with a sly grin, taking a few steps closer.

"The Heelshirs left me here for a reason, I don't want to undermine their trust."

"Come on, do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a house with just this doll?" The guy purrs, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your neck. You are annoyed by his behavior and you step on Malcolm's foot with force. He hisses and quickly pulls away. "Fuck, are you stupid?"

"Watch your mouth, boy."

Malcolm tenses up. He hears rapid rustling in the walls, his eyes darting around the room.

"The hell with you," he finally gives up. Malcolm grabs the empty boxes and leaves the house, slamming the door behind him. You're relieved. He seems to be a man, but he behaves like a scared boy.

"Y/N.. Did he hurt you?" A small child's voice comes from somewhere in the hallway. You flinch a little. You knew that voice. Brahms. True, his voice was a little different in childhood, now it was quieter and plaintive. You quickly close the refrigerator and slowly walk towards the source of the sound.

"Who's here? Brahms?"

It all happened too fast. At first, you were driven by interest with a little bit of fear. In an instant, you saw a tall, broad figure towering over you by a good two heads. You were scared. You ran away, hoping to hide from a stranger. And one day you were pinned against the wall by a muscular figure.

"Y/N, don't be afraid... I didn't mean to scare you." A child's voice mumbles plaintively. You look into those hazel eyes and your heart sinks.

"Brahms?" In response, the man only reaches out to your face, gently caressing your cheek.

"Now I've won." His voice changes. Instead of a child's voice, a low, hoarse voice now caresses your ears. You feel electricity running down your spine, you instinctively squeeze your hips.

Your hands reach for the porcelain mask, but Brahms abruptly pulls away. He shakes his head negatively. He didn't want you to see his face. He doesn't want you to be scared. He doesn't want you to leave him like the others.

"Come on, Brahms. You're a good boy. Didn't you love kissing?" You speak with a slight smile. A long-drawn-out whine comes from under the mask. He nods briefly. You lift the edge of the mask, covering his hot lips with your own. Brahms's movements are fast and assertive, he bites your lips, squeezing your waist in his hands. He missed you so much.

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