Service kink Saxon truther

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86387281

Welp, I wrote a Chelsea/Saxon just for fun, and of course to push my eater Saxon agenda. Enjoy.

Summary: For one night, the world revolves around Chelsea for once.

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Chelsea watches Saxon press his lips together, his head nodding, eyes full of mischief.

Hey everybody. Me and @saxonism are back with some extra niche Patrick Schwarzenegger character selfcest. Daniel (Daniel Isn't Real)/(trans masc) Todd Peterson (The Staircase). These two seemed like such a fun pairing, so we just had to. Check it out. It's delightfully filthy. Also, stay tuned coz we have more Saxloch coming your way too.

Summary:

Daniel's nostrils flare, his brows pinching as he breathes his boy in deep, the smell warm and musky, slightly sweet.

“Hmmm.” Daniel hums. “It seems you might be even more comfortable than me.” He chuckles lowly. “You're aroused, you naughty thing. I can smell it on you.”

His brows waggle and he looks down into Todd's lap, surprised to find the young man isn't tenting his briefs.

This makes Daniel frown, his brows furrowing as his eyes flit back up to Todd's face.

“Did you jerk off in the bathroom?” Daniel asks with a snort. “I don't think you did a very good job cleaning yourself up. I can smell your cum.”

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At Todd's lowest point, a friendly (and oddly familiar) face pops into his life and shows him that things don't have to be so bad—just as long as he plays by the rules.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84290106

Me and a good friend (Asightea on AO3) wrote a Sinners/The White Lotus crossover for @saxonism 's (belated) birthday. Love me a good crack ship and since Em loves Saxon and Remmick, it just felt right. Enjoy, Em ❤️

Summary:

Remmick didn't really die that fateful morning in Mississippi. He never really does. Now nearly a hundred years later, he's found himself in Thailand, sitting across the bar from a beautiful man that for some reason, he feels drawn to. The vampire can sense the man's tension, the loneliness that paints his chiseled features. He's perfect.

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Saxon's eyes shift around, and the vampire only just barely holds back his chuckle. He swirls his drink in his glass, before taking another long sip. "You know what Thai means, Saxon?”

He waits a beat, before continuing. “It means ‘Free’. This country renamed itself to state proudly they’d never been colonized.”

He takes one last gulp off his drink, finishing it before standing and moving behind Saxon, his arms bracing on either side of him against the bar. "The Christian’s are why you’re so paranoid about this, lad. Ain’t no christian’s here.” He hums, his tone lilting between irish and southern, and his breath warm on Saxon's ear.