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Update!
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 14:00:16 +0000 UTCHello everyone! So, pretty big update, which I hope will be a good decision on my end... I really want to continue to grow this account in a good way! Within this space, as I'm sure you all know, there is an opportunity for negative growth or for doing things without it being beneficial to the end user. Having gotten a business degree as an undergrad, my focus is on quality in what I do and making those people that believe in my products and services happy!
That all being said, I have added an additional tier to this account, so that people interested in continuing to get exclusive access to content may be able to do so more affordably. Additionally, I'll be rolling out a new content type: scandalous, spicy, lewd, NSFW stories. There are two reasons for this. One, it helps to continue to put out on brand content (since I make my own scripts) even when I don't have the opportunity to record. Two, it does shake it up a bit and allow me to do even more things, particularly story telling, which can be hard to do alone. Also, I think it would be super badass to be able to offer collaboration opportunities in the future for myself and followers when it comes to these stories.
So, below, you'll find a snippet of how these stories would go. They'd be released in small but meaty parts, like all those old school fan stories used to be. Let me know what you think in the comments <3
STORY BELOW:
The soft glow of the Christmas tree cast the room in shades of gold and green, its twinkling lights reflecting off glossy ornaments and strands of tinsel. Snow fell steadily outside the window, muffling the world and leaving only the crackle of the fireplace and the quiet rustle of wrapping paper in the room.
“Careful with that one,” she said, her lips curving into a knowing smile as she slid a small, neatly wrapped box across the floor. “You might want to brace yourself.”
He picked it up, giving it a light shake near his ear. “Brace myself? Is it another mug?” he teased, smirking. “Because, if so, I could always use more storage space.”
“Oh, very funny,” she said, nudging him with her socked foot. “You’re about to eat those words.”
"Oh, I'll make you eat something!" His grin deepened as he unwrapped it slowly—deliberately—drawing out her anticipation. “I can’t decide if this is payback for last year’s vacuum cleaner gift or an actual peace offering.”
“Just open it, you brat!” she laughed, though her cheeks pinked at the memory of that unfortunate gift.
As the paper fell away, his brows arched. Inside was a sleek, leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in gold on the cover. “Oh…” His teasing faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer. “You remembered.”
“Of course, I did.” She shrugged, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You said you wanted to start writing again, and I thought—well, maybe this could help.”
He set the journal aside carefully, leaning closer. “Thank you. Really.” His voice dropped, his hand grazing hers. “But now I feel bad. My next gift isn’t nearly this thoughtful.”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I caught a glimpse of your Amazon order history last week. I know what’s coming.”
His mouth fell open in mock offense. “You peeked? That’s breaking Christmas code!”
“Relax. I only saw one thing. And, you're one to be talking about Christmas code” She tilted her head, her grin widening. “But… it did leave me wondering why you think I need a heated blanket. Are you suggesting I’m always cold?”
“Well, aren’t you?” he fired back, leaning in close enough that his voice dropped into a murmur. “Maybe I just don't want you burying those cold toes under my ass anymore. And besides, I had to find something to keep you cozy when I’m not here.”
Her breath hitched, but she kept her composure, narrowing her eyes at him. “You think you’re very smooth, don’t you?”
“Oh, I know I am.”
The tension between them grew, playful yet electric. For a moment, the unopened gifts around them faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the closeness of their teasing gazes.
“Fine,” she said at last, breaking the silence as she reached for a box behind her. “If you’re going to be all smug about it, you can open this next.”
He eyed the oversized package warily. “Is it booby-trapped?”
“Just open it!”
As he tore into the paper, her grin turned almost devilish. The room filled with his laughter as he uncovered a pair of matching holiday pajamas—red, green, and covered in cartoon reindeer.
“Oh, this is war,” he declared, holding them up for inspection.
She burst into laughter. “What? You’ll look adorable!”
“I’m going to look ridiculous.”
“And I’ll take pictures.”
“You’re terrible,” he said, though his laugh betrayed him.
“Am I?” She leaned in close, her tone turning honey-sweet. “Or am I just keeping you on your toes?”
His gaze flickered to hers, and for a moment, their playful banter softened into something warmer, deeper. “You know,” he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer, “I think you might be a little of both.”
"You can, theoretically, always go to bed naked if you really didn't want to be caught in those adorable pajamas." She smirked and traced a finger down his chest.
The distance between them all but disappeared as the snow fell quietly outside.
