“Why do we have to do this every year?” Sam muttered, leaning against Henry in the car as they fucking finally drove home. He was already taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt.
“Because we’re criminals and if we don’t occasionally do a charity benefit then it makes us look bad,” Henry told him, putting an arm around Sam.
“Fuck that. Next year I’m taking over the world so that it doesn’t matter if people think we’re evil.”
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I really wanted to write a continuation of the Social Media AU from a while ago. Enjoy!
HighQueue asked for an AU where Todd ended up king of Ech’kent. This has the distinction of being Moment 800! Enjoy!
Slytherindoctor also wanted to see someone else take a crack at writing their own stories instead of me, so I turned to our favourite fanfic, Grey Rain’s Wolfy Adventure!
Emris asked to see more of Arty and Todd’s relationship in Modern. Enjoy!
Decurion asked to see some of Todd’s Camp Buddy fanfic! Here it is, along with some of him writing it! Enjoy!
After being in James’s stupid forest for so long, being back in the castle was a welcome change. It didn’t suck as much as Todd remembered, though that might be mostly because most of the guards he’d really hated were dead. It was nice to have the routine of his work back. He’d get up, do his chores, get fucked a few times, eat a few meals, get fucked more, go to sleep. It was normal.
He’d thought he might start getting fucked less often, too, not because there were less guards—there were only so many hours a day and he could only take so many cocks at once, a hundred guards couldn’t all fuck him every day—but because they had so many more holes to stick them in now that Sam had made it so that some of the guards were butt-boys too, and because of all the dragons who were there for them to put their cocks in. But he hadn’t noticed an actual decrease, because a lot of the guards seemed nervous to fuck the dragons, so Todd was still getting most of it.
The only impediment to them fucking Todd had always been the time it took to get their cocks out, and now that none of them could wear clothes, there was literally nothing between them and him anymore. Now the only thing between them and him was their cock cages, and that was hilarious.
Decurion wanted Todd refusing to admit what he wants in the face of Arty being romantic. Enjoy!
Todd was sandwiched in between two guys, one his age underneath him who he was fucking, and one whose big cock was pulling in and out of his ass at a really nice pace that had all their balls slapping together in a satisfying way.
He hadn’t asked either of their names because he didn’t know them anyway. Ron’s cousin’s husband’s boyfriend or some stupid shit was having an orgy and they’d been invited and Arthur had wanted to go, so they were here. Half the people here only seemed to speak Daolo, which Todd knew a little bit of because it was what Sam normally spoke in the castle, but not enough to hold a real conversation with.
Fortunately he knew the words for ‘cock,’ ‘ass,’ ‘fuck,’ ‘cum’ and ‘hole,’ so he was doing okay. Arthur had even taken his cage off before they’d come, saying that there was a difference between being a guest and a cumrag. When Todd had found out from a demon toilet how much of a lie that was, he’d extracted a promise that after this Todd wouldn’t have an orgasm for a month.
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