husband!satoru insists on having at least 20 home videos of you guys fucking for him to watch when he’s away on those awful work trips. being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time was torturous. a man cannot be expected to live so long without his wife, he was starting to feel like it should be illegal.
so when you blush and agree to help him, oh fuck, he’s going all out. directing the videos just the way he likes, making the perfect videos just for him. there’s videos in all your favorite positions, videos of you sucking his cock, of him fingering you slowly, there’s even slow ones where you both forgot the camera was on.
there’s some that are just simply pornographic. his hands firmly grip your hips, your thighs, your ass to bend your over and angle your pussy towards the camera as his dick plunges into you. hands coming to pull your cheeks apart for the lens to get the full view of your wetness and the way your greedy hole sucks him in or the way his wad of spit travels along your slit.
he doesn’t need porn when he has you, you’re the only one who could get his cock hard anyways.
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Additional Tags: Hermitcraft Season 9, Panic Attacks, Soul Bond, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Baking, Miscommunication, Hurt/Comfort, Apologies, theyre both so STUPID, Oblivious, Soup Group (Hermitcraft), Minor Injuries, Background Relationships, Ambiguous Relationships, Childhood Trauma
Summary:
Gem doesn't have a soulmate. This makes sense. It is a well known fact that soulbonds are extremely rare, although some soulmate advocacy groups estimate that the percentage of people with soulmates could be up to a hundred times higher than current estimates given there may be a whole population that dismiss the symptoms entirely.
OR
Hermitcraft is not a representative sample of the number of people with soulbonds
Loving Simon felt like being consumed — a vulture picking and grabbing at your flesh. He wanted to be gentle but it was just impossible for a man like him — doomed to leave destruction in his wake.
Your clothes laid across the room — a few buttons loose now. His still on, his always on — you never truly felt his warmth or kissed his skin but you had to be okay with that as you placed your mark on his mask. Your soft pink lips staining and leaving behind a claim on what you knew wasn’t yours.
Simon was rough, he always was ruining and devouring your soul. His body moving against yours as his lips ripped and torn at your soft skin — already covered in splashes of blue and purple but he must create new. Silent words escaping his lips, “never forgot me,” he said with each new mark.
It was supposed to be their bittersweet ending, the cleansing fires that burnt away his father's sins. But Michael couldn't rest, not yet, not until he proves to others and especially himself that he DESERVES that almost-happy ending.
It's sheer luck that ends up with squashing copycat rabbits further down the line.
A true Afton family reunion may be on the horizon, but Michael really just wants to cash in his afterlife vacation days.
Chapter 1
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Somehow, it always came back to the taste of pizza for Michael. Given his history and choices in employment, it was bound to happen, but as it stood the cloying taste of tomato and cheese grease clung to the back of his rotting throat as the temperature rose ever higher, reminding him of simpler if not equally as terrible times.
He couldn't even tell if the grease on his tongue was from his last, shitty meal or simply from the fire cooking him alive.
[When Officer Vanessa had asked the Glamrock Animatronics for help clearing out a sinkhole discovered under the indoor go kart tracks, Freddy was uncertain about her request. Upon being actually lead there and traversing down carefully, however, he knew immediately why the animatronics were called down.]
He briefly wondered what exactly had led him to being here, but the answer was fairly obvious. He'd seen a help wanted advertisement about the Fazbear Entertainment's franchising scheme and had applied, immediately getting it. From there, he'd heard Uncle Henry on the tapes for the past week, and had been guided by a small assistant animatronic dubbed Helpy who also watched over him in his tiny vent-exposed office and assisted with testing out all the games. Michael had been fairly certain he was the one and only franchisee and that assumption had been more than confirmed at the end of the week, when Uncle Henry finally spoke up as the fires started.
This is where your story ends , he'd said. And Michael was honestly alright with that. He was tired .
Whatever the case may be, it wouldn't matter soon. He'd made the absolutely bright decision to clamp the small figure of Helpy on top of the computer to his chest where the metal and plastic warped and melted to fuse with his already mutilated flesh. He couldn't stop the tears from boiling tracks into his face as the roaring barely missed drowning out the pained and enraged howling of the animatronics trapped with him. He pressed his lips into a thin line, enough that he might never open his mouth again from his decaying adipose tissue and muscle melting and melding shut, not that he would otherwise anyways.
The heat, the pain, the volume, it all reached such a cacophonous crescendo that it was genuinely difficult to parse when it all just... stopped.
[The pizzeria below the sinkhole was far beyond repair, according to Freddy's assessments. Mold on top of scorch marks on top of general food debris made him almost wish he had a stomach with which to retch at the stench.
He supposed that was why Officer Vanessa asked them to help clean up some. He didn't know why they were cleaning the abandoned and long buried place, but when asked all Vanessa would tell him was that they were 'salvaging'. For some reason that word made him feel uneasy, as if they were robbing a grave.]
Michael took a solid thirty seconds to register the fact that things had gone deathly silent and the pain had passed. It took him another thirty for his grilled grey matter to process where exactly he'd been dumped.
He found himself somewhere completely black with some strange, fuzzy lines to sect reality into what resembled television scan lines, granted even more prominence with the odd red trees trimming his line of sight short. He looked around the area a bit, brow knitting in confusion as he realized he had no idea where he was.
[He had picked his way around the debris carefully, melted wires fused into broken fractals as he maneuvered his way down into the oddly spacious vent system beneath the main building. The room he'd entered into seemed like it was full of debris. He shook his head and moved chunks of metal out of the way, gritting his plastic teeth with the effort as he excavated what looked like a strange, small office. Freddy froze at what he found.]
"Michael."
The sound of someone calling his name made him jump as he whirled to look behind himself. There sat a bleedingly red lake, and a darker red figure seemingly fishing in it. The figure was vaguely humanoid, if not a bit fuzzy at the edges, and Michael couldn't help but be a bit on edge.
"Come have a seat."
The figure seemed to be wearing a long duster and a massive, wide-brimmed hat not unlike the Spanish La Catrina was often depicted with. They turned their head, revealing a long, flat snout and jaw characteristic of cartoony alligators, and a piercing white pupil shone out of the otherwise pitch black eye from behind a pair of circular glasses. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human.
Michael was getting quite a bit sick of things that looked human enough to throw him off. Incredibly so.
[It looked like someone had been in the office when the old pizza place had burnt down, unfortunately so. All that remained was a mummified, torched corpse with its face trapped in the rictus of a fearful scream, some kind of melted mass of metal and burnt plastic practically hugged to its chest. It seemed to sit in front of what at a glance resembled a desk with an ancient CRT computer monitor that must have run MS-DOS at the most up to date. The chair under it was warped and drooping, but not fused to the flesh of the body at the very least.
It looked utterly gruesome.]
"We have much to discuss."
Not quite knowing how to respond, he tucked some hair behind his ear as a reenacting of a long-dead habit. "I'm... sorry, what ? W-who-?" he cut himself off as he realized he's in the state he'd been in right before he got scooped. Small mercies, he supposed, but it was enough to stun him into silence. He fought the urge to double check himself over to confirm this, keeping his eyes trained on the unknown variable instead. Ignoring such urges was what kept him sort-of-alive, after all.
The gator person chuckled, and something about the sound was familiar as the figure in front of him turned fully towards Michael, looming yet sheepish. "I guess you wouldn't recognize me like this." The face seemed to warp and contort, as if a glitch had chased its way to reality, and Michael couldn't hold back his gasp that interrupted the next sentence he hadn't caught.
"Uncle Henry?" Michael hated how small his voice sounded, despite the sad yet warm smile that crossed the other man's face.
"It's nice to see you again, Michael." the engineer greeted with a mournful smile.
[For a brief moment, Freddy scanned the computer for anything useful, but it was beyond salvaging. It was a wonder it was recognizable at all. There was a flicker of red on the screen for a brief moment, but Freddy discarded the idea as simply a glitch.]
The Afton recoiled a few steps. "What is this?!" he snapped despite himself. Henry's smile dropped, as if too tired for the facade.
"Most have a choice, to roam the earth for atonement or sit with the old man of Consequences Lake - with me - for a time until they're ready to brave either the forest or the lake alone. The just are guided through the woods to greener pastures, the wicked are dragged into the lake, and the lost are trapped like the ones neither evil nor pure. And yet you, Michael, are all and none of these."
"And how-how did you end up as the... the old man Consequences ?" Michael challenged, confused and scared. The look Henry leveled him with was far more chilling than any haunted animatronic could dare recreate.
[Freddy hesitated, taking in the peculiar sight beneath him. It could have been just the lighting or scorch marks, but was the person... literally purple?...
It really should have been impossible, yet here he was staring down at what looked like exactly that.]
"I always have been. Always would have been. Would have always destined to be." Henry pinched the bridge of his nose. "Which is... confusing, I know. But imagine if the boatman of the underworld hired a substitute to learn what it felt like to be human. Only to have that human life ruined by a man becoming a self-made monster. That's the long and short of... well, me."
His eyes softened at Michael. "I hadn't even known until being back here brought me back to myself. If I had known, I'd have told you much sooner."
Michael swayed on his feet, rocked by the knowledge that his father's former best friend had secretly been a ferryman of death in the afterlife this whole time living life as a human as a vacation trip.
Michael had seen and felt his fair share of strange things - being a ghost haunting his own corpse would do that to a person - but this felt like almost too much .
"Then this is it. I'm really dead for good." Michael thinly mumbled. "And my father is too, finally. And I'm going crazy and imagining that death is my honorary Uncle and has been all along."
Henry nodded slowly, a small smile perking the corners of his lips. "Yes. Now, you can finally rest as you deserve to, Michael. Sound of mind, may I add, as I very much am your Uncle Henry despite the apparent secret double life not even I knew about."
[For a moment, Freddy's curiosity almost won out over his directives as he reached down for the strange corpse, but was halted by a ping by the guard, freezing as if trapped between two warring sides of himself and unsure which set of orders to follow.]
Michael bit his lip. "Do I really deserve it?" he asked. "With the blood and ashes on my hands, am I really deserving of a peaceful rest?"
Henry ambled closer to Michael, looming over him in a way he had never done before. "Does a single act of cruelty in a long lived life doom a soul eternally, Michael?" he asked softly. "Does the mistake of a child permanently condemn the old man he becomes later? Or is life too complex a tapestry for one single action or moment to define a whole life?"
"But-"
"What happened to your brother was by all intents and purposes an accident. The mechanisms of the animatronic were far too strong for their intended purpose, and they should not have been capable of doing that. And I know I wouldn't have overkilled the hydraulics like that."
[Freddy conducted a scan, looking for any reason to stay that Vanessa would approve of.
There was still some usable circutboards and data in the lump of mangled material pressed into the corpse's chest, miraculously. Perhaps that can be used in the Pizzaplex or for Vanessa's side project!
Ignoring the more insistent pinging, he pushed aside the metal to move it out of his way and approached the corpse with intent, still scanning to satiate his curiosity.]
"I know." Michael basically whispered. "I just... I ignored the way he begged, I ignored his fear and tears and just wanted to make him struggle . And he died because of that negligence." His vision blurred with tears. "I've done my best to atone for it and fix my mistakes for the rest of my life, but can any atonement outweigh my guilt?"
"What will you do now, though, with your father gone?" Henry probed. "With no clear purpose in mind?"
"I don't know." Michael whispered in admission. "I've spent so much of myself on fixing my mistakes and my father's sins, I don't know what's left of me. I thought I was ready to move on, but-but faced with having to make a choice about it, I don't know if I feel like I can take it without feeling like something's left behind."
Henry seemed to appraise Michael, expression grim and searching. "You got such a rotten hand dealt to you, Michael," he eventually sighed. "Cosmologically, you've done enough good to earn yourself a fresh new life to lead from scratch. You've freed so many trapped children's souls, including your siblings, and brought your father to justice."
"There-there's a difference between doing good and being forgiven." Michael responded, voice getting wetter and more wretched by the moment. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand.
"Your brother forgives you." Henry quietly responded, words weighty as if he knew the emotional load of his very diction. "He's seen how hard you've worked, how much you've given up to try fixing your mistakes. How much you suffered at your father's hand."
Michael couldn't stop the increase in his tears, fully descending into a blubbering mess while subconsciously hugging himself and curling to double over and drop to his knees as if gravity had become too much for him to bear. Henry knelt down and pulled him into a hug into which Michael let himself break down fully for the first time in who knew how long.
[On the more in-depth scans, Freddy found himself noticing even more metal interlaced throughout the human's body as if several surgeries had been performed, and a complete lack of bones or organs, and hadn't had any for so long that the whole body was completely gangrenous.
How had this person survived that long enough to die here?]
"You can't let yourself rest, can you Michael?" Henry asked mournfully. "No matter how much you do, you'll never feel worthy enough to rest like the others?"
Michael simply whimpered back, half wanting to sink into the lake as he substituted that with his uncle's comforting embrace. Henry pulled back a little to look Michael in the eye.
"If you cannot rest yet, then..." Henry cut himself off with a sigh, a sad twinkle in his eye. "Charlie, um..." the older man's voice noticeably cracked, and he cleared his throat.
"Charlie had a gift for you. For a scenario like this. Where she wouldn't be able to help." He smiled fondly for a moment. "She'll be apprenticing with me soon, actually. But that's besides the point. She gave me the task of offering it to you."
Henry pulled a large if still pocket-sized present out of his coat to hand it to Michael. "It's as small as it is because she didn't need to also call your ghost. It's just meant to guide you where you need to go."
Inside innocently sat... something, clearly a plush toy of some kind that frazzled and changed shape now and again. Rabbit, bear, canine, gator, like it couldn't decide. A roulette wheel of animatronics.
Henry matched Michael's curious if wary gaze.
[Freddy gently cradled the corpse in his arms, easily prying it from the remains of the drooping office chair. He pinged Vanessa back with the signal that he'd found something interesting, and she finally relented. He didn't notice the wires in the corpse's head and neck slowly drawing the corpse's face up slightly, or the release of the slightest final exhalation.]
"It's your choice, Michael."
Michael grimaced. "But is it the right choice?"
Henry's eyes crinkled fondly. "Hell if I know."
Michael hesitated a moment longer.
He reached into the box, grabbing the plush as it spasmed for a moment and froze on the sunny orange bear marked with bright cyan lightning bolts. He lifted the doll to stare at it with a squint, utterly baffled by the character choice Charlie had made for him.
"... Freddy ?"
[Freddy froze. Did someone say his name? He could have sworn, somewhere in the back of his head where his code didn't quite reach, he felt a sort of strange sensation.]
"Freddy Fazbear ."
[He looked around in confusion. Who was calling for him? What sat in the back of his head was an odd pulling sensation, trying to draw his attention to something and away from the programming guiding his actions.]
"Uncle Henry, I-I don't-" he looked up to the reaper only to feel a sudden sensation of vertigo as the color bled out of the world.
[Freddy stumbled backward a few steps when he'd turned completely back towards the office as his sense of balance suddenly bucked as if his internal gyros had done a backflip, his vision glitching out suddenly with bright streaks of red. He ended up hugging the corpse tightly to his chest, almost as if to swallow it into his body. All at once,
A small present for a the immensely talented @geothewriter . Happy birthday, friend!!
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“Aang!” Azula called as she opened the front door of Gyato's Animal Rescue.
Aang looked up as the bell on the door gave shrill chime. "Hey!" He smiled and checked the wall clock. "You're really early for your volunteer time. Or did you come just to hang out with me?” A goofy grin spread across his face as he walked toward her.
"Neither.” His sagging shoulders didn’t escape her notice. “I have a shift at the gym, but I wanted to drop by and let you taste these." She handed him the foil covered tray she was holding.
"Ooh what are they?" Aang wondered as he lifted the foil to take a peak. "Cookies!" He beamed.
"I wanted to try something new for the shelter bake sale next week. Cinnamon and mint." Azula smiled.
"Alright, here I go." He gingerly took a cookie from the tray, as if it would attack him if he weren’t careful. Azula didn't miss his pause as he held it in front of his mouth before taking a bite.
"Mmm, honey it's delici-" He covered his mouth and coughed. "I'm sorry, I can't do it." He set the tray on the reception desk before plucking a tissue from the dispenser and spitting out the offending baked good. He gave her a sheepish grin. "Both the cinnamon and mint are so strong, it's very-”
"Aang, I just watched you spit it out.” She deadpanned. “Don't sugarcoat it, you know I hate that.”
"That was like biting into two tubes of toothpaste at the same time. With sugar on top."
Azula groaned and threw her head back. "I really thought I had something with this one."
Appa sniffed at a piece of cookie that fell on the floor. He eagerly gobbled it up, froze, and promptly let it fall out of his mouth.
"Et tu, Appa?" She frowned at the Bearded Collie. He winced and her shoulders fell. Appa wasn't a hard palette to please, so this was an exceptional failure of an experiment.
"You’ve been working really hard trying to develop something new, you know you don’t have to do all that." Aang gave her hand a light squeeze.
"I know." She rested the crown of her head on Aang's chest. "I just want these to be perfect. That's the fifth idea I've tried."
"And they will be." He ran a soothing hand over her hair. "You're so creative and resourceful, you'll think of something."
"You're sugar coating again." She mumbled into his chest.
"I'm not." He laughed and tilted her chin up. "It's the truth and you know it."
"I do." She smiled.
"That's my girl." He kissed her forehead. "And if all else fails, you could always go back to your tried and true honey lemon glazed butter cookies."
"You're just saying that because you want to eat them." She pulled back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
Aang put his hands up in surrender. "Guilty as charged." He looked at her with feigned innocence. "Can you blame me for trying?"
"I suppose not. But only because you're so cute." She pinched his cheek.
"My specialty." He grinned.
"Alright, I've gotta go or I'll be late." She turned to walk to the door and felt Aang’s arms wrap around her torso.
"You're leaving already?" He pouted.
"Aang, let go!” Azula chided, worry apparent in her voice. “I don't need Zuko scolding me for another tardy."
"I'm sure he'd understand this." Aang spun her around to face him again and captured her lips in a languid kiss that made her forget the rest of the world.
Azula wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and brought him closer. She could feel him smile against her lips. He pulled away. Oh no, he wasn’t getting away that easy. She put her hands on either side of his face and pulled him back with force for a short, but fervent kiss. She saw his hands flail momentarily then felt them on her hips as he steadied himself.
Satisfied, Azula pulled away and rested her forehead against his. Aang struggled to catch his breath and despite herself, a smile formed on her lips. He was adorable.
"Orange cardamom." Aang breathed with his eyes still closed.
"What?" She furrowed her brow and pulled away as the magic spell of his charm was broken as easily as it was cast.
"The next flavor to try." He looked at her with bright eyes.
"That just might work." She squished his face with one hand. "Sometimes you have great ideas."
"Thank you." He said through squished cheeks.
She pecked his pucker lips and picked up the tray. "Now I've really got to go. I'll take these with me. Maybe I’ll leave them out on a table somewhere so some gym rat can eat toothpaste."
"Alright." Aang chuckled and held the door open for her. She was almost down the street when "Azula!" He shouted.
"What, Aang?" She turned with a start and looked at him with slight annoyance.
"I love you!" He made a heart with arms raised high above his head and wore a grin that stretched ear to ear, which prompted an eye roll from her. She secretly loved it, but he didn't need to know that. Yet.
"I love you too!" She blew him a kiss and turned the corner. Azula didn't have to look back to know Aang still had that dopey smile on his face.
Chapters: 1/? / Rating: M / Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence / Relationships: Molly O'Shea/Arthur Morgan, Molly O'Shea/Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan/Mary Gillis Linton
Tags: Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to What-Are-We to Lovers, Toxic Relationships, Past Infidelity, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mental Health Issues, Period-Typical Sexism, general horse-staring-out-to-sea-ing about being a woman, past Dutch/Hosea, Murder, Medium Honor Arthur Morgan, Sexual Content, Penetrative Sex, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not Canon Compliant
Summary:
Castle in the air, or less commonly, castle in Spain: an impracticable project—a daydream.
Molly befriends Arthur while he recovers from O’Driscoll capture. As Dutch comes apart at the seams and abandons those who truly care about him, Molly and Arthur discover someone worthy of love and loyalty in each other.
A Molly character study and expansion of her past, an exploration of how her connection to Arthur changes the events of Red Dead Redemption 2, and a look into her future.
The way I’m about to drop this PamRak fanfic that is from Kawi’s perspective in an AU where Rak completely cut off the family much earlier (before we meet her technically in the series)
It’ll be multiple parts! But expect part 1 sometime this week
