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Requests Open Beeches

This plague sucks and I've escaped to the country side like a Jane Austin Novel. I'm very much stranded and bored in corn fields.

Give me some requests with some semi solid ideas formed. More than just 'more little tally pls'

Gimmie something to work with.

Reply to this or Dm me

Anon open

Love and miss y'all

[kinkycritters]

Requests Open Beeches

This plague sucks and I've escaped to the country side like a Jane Austin Novel. I'm very much stranded and bored in corn fields.

Give me some requests with some semi solid ideas formed. More than just 'more little tally pls'

Gimmie something to work with.

Reply to this or Dm me

Anon open

Love and miss y'all

[kinkycritters]

I just found your puppy Matt fic today and I've already read it maybe six times and I neeeeed more (when you have time of course) also I didn't know I needed Tal/Matt puppy play until now and I just love the idea of them spending a weekend or smth together ❤️❤️❤️ they seem to have so good dynamic together I love it

Hahaha I'm really glad you're enjoying it. It was one of my longer pieces for sure and I really got into it. Thank you very much for the support!

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Ehsa the bored, hoarder of biscuits and small dogs.

Reprah the Anxious, Hoarder Of Ravioli And Books. (OMG LOL) 

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Another Critical Role redraw! Had to re-do another one of my Unnecessarily Sexy Percy pinups, because the first one was so fun.

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Sugar Daddy Matt Pt.3

Part three of Matt/Taliesin sugar daddy Au. Light D/s but not the focus. They learn abit about each other and Matt spend some time on Taliesin. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18939964/chapters/45201553

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Percildan Sweets

(This was actually my first Ship in critrole before I OTPed on Percahliah. So it shall be my first prompt I fill)

Vax comes down the workshop steps, making sure to make some noise. Fingers scritch across the stone wall, toe hits a balled up piece of paper, fork rattles slightly on a ceramic plate he carries.

“I am very aware you’re there.” Percy speaks up, other wise not acknowledging Vax. 

The elf rolls his eyes and steps silently and carefully across the room towards the long work table. One of many. “I could get past you easily, DeRolo.”

“You could. But it’s almost more annoying listening to you try and not be quiet. It takes a lot of thought for you to make noise hmmm?”  

“Wow, rude. And here I’d come to visit you.” Vax dumps himself into the chair off to one side of Percy’s project.

“I’m terribly busy. I told you that dear. I told you I couldn’t be bothered today.”

“I didn’t bother you today Percival, It’s dark out.”

“Is it really? I haven’t made progress as I’d planned.” Percy digs his pocket watch out and scowls. While Percy was hurriedly scratching down notes in his book and cursing himself, Vax pointedly sets the heavy ceramic plate down on the table.

Percy glances at it then back to Vax, meeting his eyes for the first time. He sees the elf in a lose fitting navy sweater that hangs wide around his shoulders and throat. His hair is braided and twisted up into a bun that’s tied off with a silver ribbon, his bangs still hung down behind one ear. “What have you been doing?” Percy asks, seeing something stuck around the other’s nails and white staining the cuff of one sleeve of the sweater.

“Scanlan and Grog went out.”

“As they do.” Percy nods.

“So I spent the day with the girls. We did each other’s hair first.”

“You look nice,” Percy says rather lamely, trying not to stare at the pale stretch of skin exposed inches below the boy’s collar bone.

Vax smirks but ignores the comment. “Then we baked.” 

Percy’s eyes fall back to the plate, seeing flakey brown layers of pastry, sandwiching a layer of shiny yellow fruit. When he looks back to Vax he sees the elf is studying something else. A plate and mug discarded from this morning. The food was mostly untouched, the coffee was gone though.

“You didn’t even eat your breakfast. I’m not entirely sure you deserve dessert.” Vax sighs. 

It cuts Percy. He knows Vax is trying to make a joke, but he can tell Vax was rather disappointed in his lack of self care. “What did you all have for supper?”

“Roast.”

“Sounds wonderful.” 

“It’s cold. Have the cake while it’s warm then we will go up, yeah?” Vax pulls his chair forward and slides the plate with him, moving into Percy’s space now.

“Alright.” Percy accepts the offered fork and takes a bite. “Thank You, this is splendid.”

“It’s peach.” 

“Delightful.” 

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Scanlan/Vex'ahlia. Precious.

(Another Ship i’ve never considered. I think this one will be more of a challenge as Scanlan is a hard fella to pin down. Let’s see. Also if there is a ship name for me to put this under, please some speak up. Keep it up with prompts everyone! This is fun!) (This one got a little sappy. Sorry it’s not that good. Feel free to make another request and I’ll try harder next time.)

Vex has plenty of people who tell her she’s wonderful. Plenty of loved ones in her little family who tell her how great she is, and how strong and courageous. People who step back when she demands to be heard or take control. People who back her up in battle or arguments, and stand by everything she says with sharp blades and hard fists.

Scanlan has plenty of people who protect him, and make him feel safe and cared for. People who rush to his side in battle, people who depend on his abilities and come to him for a smile with times are desperate. They thank him with their time and affection and general light heartedness at his antics. 

Vex’ahlia only has one person who leaves flowers on her bed when she’s been held up downstairs being healed after long fights. There’s only one person who leaves plates of pastries on her desk when a plan goes wrong, or a deal isn’t as good as it could have been. There’s only one person who holds nothing to her when she’s done something low, and who would never speak a word of what ever trifle she spills to them. 

Scanlan only has one person, in the whole world of friends and loved ones, who holds him with the smile fades. When exhaustion aches in his body, and weight is much to heavy on his soul. When a performer can’t even pretend to be happy a moment longer, he only has one person who sits stretched out in bed with him, holding him with gentle hands and listening the way he listens to others. Combing out his hair and gently massaging his neck and shoulders, reminding him he’s more than a jester, more than a cheerleader, more than a man with neat tricks. That if he lost his power, and his smile, to each and everyone of their family, and to her, he was still so very precious. 

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A bombardment of my old writtings from my mail CR account. Kinda to dig them up and save them.

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Vaxilmore: Silk Someday

Vax'ilmore fluff with outfits

This was written from a prompt request (that got out of hand), So please keep sending more prompts! I’m about to run out! Any who. Enjoy!

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Gilmore is laid back on his large sofa. He has business papers in one hand with a tea cup floating slightly above the fingertips of his other hand. In his lap was the stretched out form of Vax, with his long limbs nearly taking up the entire length of the sofa, and his black hair was loose and falling over the cushions and onto the rug below them.

The elf is holding a small book up above his head, swearing he was reading, promising he was reading, but Gilmore hadn’t seen him turn a page in sometime. Instead is seems that Vax has taken interest in something at the back of the sofa.

Keep reading

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For the prompts - Perc'ahlia; a map that's only partially complete

(Tried for something humorous here, because our dear kids need some laughs in their life yes? Keep the prompts coming everyone!)

“Well, we should go east.” Percy nods curtly. 

“East is awfully vague.” Vex was leaned against the threshold of a general store.

“Well, there is a forest,” Percy motions to the forest ahead of them and this small town they stood at the center of.

“Yes. Very observant.”

He huffs at her. “And it’s not marked on the map. It only says Blue Moss forest in an empty space.” 

“Give me that.” Vex takes the map from him, glaring at it’s patch work hand drawn markings. Sure enough, they stood in the tiny town of Renaw, headed for MarigoldAcres to deliver a package to some wealthy benefactors. The map they had been given lacks any description of what lay between this outpost, and the next big city.

Percy is finishing packing their newly purchased supplies into the saddlebags of their two large well breed steads, each holding the WhiteStone crest on their saddles and in brands on their haunches. While he does this, Vex lays the map out on the grass to study it to see if there was anything familiar near MarigoldAcers.

Percy kneels beside her and sets his compass on the map corner. “North east, at a 40 degree angle from this town.” Percy nods, drawing his finger along an invisible straight line towards MarigoldAcers.

“It won’t be that easy.” She lays her own finger down, drawing an invisible line that is curvy and jagged and takes a sudden right at one point. 

“Really now?” Percy laughs and pockets his compass. “I suppose it’s just a little forest yes? We can fill out the rest on our own. Or there might be more accurate maps here in this town.”

Vex rolls the map up as they stand. “Darling, are you saying you aren’t up to a little adventure?”

As Percy heaves himself up onto his horse he shakes his head. “I will never be ready for another adventure Vex’ahlia. But a leisurely stroll through an uncharted forest? Allways.” 

Vex settles into her saddle, picking up the reigns. “Last to the other side has to do laundry.” 

“Huh? We don’t do laundry.” Percy frowns. He watches as Vex snaps the reins and takes off across the town square. “WE HAVE SERVANTS! VEX’AHLIA-gods damn it.” As her and her palomino disappear into the forest Percy curses. “I hate laundry!” He kicks his grey stallion into a sprint, charging into the underbrush after Vex.

(This is set in an AU long after VM has departed to continue their own lives. Pike and Grog returned to Westrun with Scanlan who has a stable and open relationship with his daughter. Vax and Keyleth live with her tribe and travel. Vex lives with Percy in WhiteStone, but sense neither has much to do they get restless and take up odd jobs, under fake names of course, and travel the lands for small amounts of coin. They all visit eachother often. Everyone is happy.)

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Grog'ildan: walls, nsfw

(I’ve never even thought about this ship but I looked it up before writing and It’s awfully cute. Any who! Keep prompts coming guys!) WARNING Nsfw, but no explicit descriptions. Just implied.

Scanlan has thrown his mansion door up right outside Syngorn. A few team mates stick by the door to talk down the local guards. Vax has slipped inside and straight down the stairs to the training room. The walls are made up of uneven, smooth stones. Vax looks up the the high ceiling, and the shadowy rafters.  He presses his palm to the wall for a moment, listening to the silence, then digs the toe of his boot into a groove between the stones and heaves himself up the wall.

Grog had tried to keep an eye on the damnable elf but when he stayed at the door to make sure his family didn’t need any assitance, Vax disappeared. Rumbling and scowling, Grog checks all over. The bed rooms, the kitchen, the huge living room. He finally gives up and heads downstairs to burn some energy before he’d sleep. He doesn’t know exactly where the elf has chosen to hide, especially sense he’d been annoyingly handsy all day. First Vax had climbed him to ride on his shoulders, were the elf had opted to give him a neck massage. It had been pretty good. 

But eventually he’d gotten down and had still be awfully touchy all the rest of the day. First it seemed like Vax was just trying to use the path of stomped down grass Grog provided. But then he was walking side by side, and talking, which Vax usually wasn’t one to hold conversation with him much. It was the topic of conversation that Grog couldn’t quiet understand, and a few phrases that had stuck out in his mind. Vax had said they should spare. Something about wrestling. Another about Vax missing one on one with him. It was all the touching and the fact that they had never sparred together that was really confusing to Grog.

As he reaches the bottom of the stairs and crosses the gym floor, headed for the sand pit, something barely catches in the corner of his eye as it drops from the ceiling. It gives him no time to react before dropping onto his back, slender arms pressed against his throat, legs wrapping around his chest. 

“Hey there big guy. Was wondering if you’d ever come down.���  Vax spoke right into his ear.

Grog grins and reaches back, wrenching the elf off himself, but Vax wiggles free mid air, catching himself on the wall to spring off and slides into the sand. 

“Come on now. Catch me and win a prize yeah?” Vax dances over the sand, barely disturbing the surface. 

Grog wasn’t as nimble but he was still fast and easily matches Vax’s movements. But the elf always stays right at his fingertips. Grog gets touches of raven hair or feathers, occasionally the rough canvas of cloak, but never a grip on anything meaty. 

Vax’s hands often find his skin, dodging past or laughing and swinging around  his back, trailing his palm along his exposed ribs or hips as he does, small gentle hands press into his thick skin, nails catching against white scars. Grog doesn’t find this game to be very fair, and it only gets more frustrating as the hands come more often.

But he finally sees Vax slow, visibly sees his move slower on the flat slate ground.  It isn’t exhaustion, they are both wound up terribly tight at this point, and Vax is only a little flushed and barely breathing heavier than usual. But what ever hint of damnable magics was in those pointy little boots was suddenly gone. Grog sees Vax glance at his feet then up at him. Grog grins, lowering himself with his arms out, ready to block Vax if he tries to run past. 

Vax jumps, trying to escape an advancing corner by skirting against the wall, but two huge hands slam against the yellowish stone, nearly cracking the mortar and stone, blocking him in. Grog leans down to grin in the elf’s face, growling slightly as he boxes his prey in, feeling high on his triumph. 

Vax leans up and gently kisses him, “Hey there big man. You won. Alright?” 

Grog balks for a moment, blinking. It wasn’t his first kiss from the elf, not even close, but it had forced him from his aggressive mood so suddenly he had to find himself in the moment. 

“My prize?” 

“Right now,” Vax sweeps his hair over one shoulder, then tosses his clock down as Grog gives a low rumble. “So eager.”

“You tease.” Grog reaches froward to help drag the complicated armor off. Once it’s gone Vax puts one hand on the goliath’s chest and pushes himself up. Grog easily hooks one arm under Vax, hand cradling the boy’s ass. He lays Vax against the cold wall, forearm braced on the other side with just the very tips of his fingers touching the long black hair. He watches patiently as Vax pulls off his layered belts, to small for Grog’s assistance, and then he pushes down his pants. When more skin was bare, Grog very gently runs a thumb and fore finger from the inside of Vax’s thigh, up to his chest to and then cups one side of Vax’s face. He is patient and quiet, not minding the wait now that Vax was here in his reach and directly under his hands.

A little more wiggling and Vax’s pants join his shirt on the floor. Grog took that signal to move in closer, pressing them both firmly against the cold wall. Body heat and growing puffs of hot breath mix to form little patches of moisture on the chilled wall, that then mingles in with their sweat and makes it harder from either of them to find desperate purchase against the wall until it’s given up, only mere minutes later, for a more stable and sandy floor.

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Perc'ahlia Trapped and needing healing. (bonus points if its Vex that needs healing. )

(You meant angst right? You want angst? Here comes angst PS. everyone keep sending prompts! These are fun!) TRIGGER WARNING BLOOD GORE PAIN ECT - Set in no reliable arc or episode because eh??

The blood came quickly, rushing between slashed woven strips of leather armor. It pushes between long slender fingers and runs onto the floor. A stone thuds against Percy’s back, knocking the air out of him. But he keeps himself up on his arms, the rocks behind him finally settling after long seconds. There is a torch on the ground giving them ominous flickering light, and Percy can hear the rest of the party on the other side of the fallen rocks. 

“Hold on!”

“We will get you out!”

“In a minute!” 

The battle continues on the other side. Percy pants in the stiff hot air, lungs filling with settling dust clouds, and the scent of his own gunpowder and too much blood.

He sits up as the rocks stop moving and only distant muffled sounds of battle can be heard.  He’d jumped in front of Vex to shield the already wounded elf from an attack, but the first attack had landed, and the second had collapsed the mouth of a small cave the two had been firing from. 

Vex looks up at him, eyes blown wide from the dark and from the fear. 

“Here let me-.” He moves forward quickly, seeing the gaping wound. “Oh gods.” 

Vex growls and grits her teeth together, green sparks leaving her fingers and getting smothered in the blood. The flow slows. A second time, and the skin closes a few inches. Vex sags down, drained now. Percy reaches out, desperate to help her heal, wishing there was enough light in him to ever heal someone. But only black smoke curls off his fingers and he lurches back, afraid the wisps will touch her.

“C’mere.” Vex pushes herself up into more of a sitting position. “Hold it.” 

“Yes,” He presses into her space, close, hands holding down tight on the wound as blood soaks into his jacket. Vex lays her head on his shoulder, her can feel her breath syncing with her heart beat and with the pulses of her blood between his powder blackened fingers.

Percy doesn’t notice it get quiet, he’s whispering back and forth with her in elvish. 

“Deep breaths. You will be alright.” 

“So…dramatic.”

“Do not talk.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Please.” 

“I’m alright.”

“You’re so white. Please relax.” 

“Are y-…you worried?”

“Of course.”

Light floods their eyes and they both shrink down, pressing in closer to each other to adjust. A shimmering purple hand, and Grog’s dust grey form shove rocks away. Something Percy neither see’s or hears shoves him forcefully away. 

When he looks up he ses Vax, feeding Vex a potion. Slender hands with golden green magic move into his sight. 

“I-I’m alright.” He gently pushes down Keyleth’s hand. “Help her.”  

Grog helps Percy to her feet and the noble man busies himself with taking off and folding his jacket to put into the bag of holding. He can here vex laughing, her voice bright now. She was on her feet, the bear grunting and rumbling. 

He sits down to clean his gun.

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i drew a thing in celebration of percy getting a collar in take care of you (fic by @criticalwriter ) !! gosh i love collars so much *buries face in hands*

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Be A Good Boy Pt. 4

(Sugar Daddy comes next. What would you like after? Thinking a new Chapter of Take Care of You.) 

5/24/2019

Puppy Matt 4

Matt, Laura, Travis, Taliesin

5000+ words

Heavy Explicit NSFW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18939340/chapters/44965351

Taliesin and Laura take time to wash Matt up. A damp cloth scrubs his face and between his legs to clear drool and lube. It's obvious how badly Matt is favoring his ass after the cane.

"Back on the table, Matt." Taliesin orders.

Matt finishes the water he'd been given in his bowl then crawls up onto the table.

"Oh, that's cute," Laura says from behind him. So, Matt looks over his shoulder to see.

Taliesin has pulled out his ears and is bringing them over. He takes out the hair tie and uses the head band to keep Matt’s hair back. The leather ears are triangular and floppy, so they when he moves and shakes his head to make sure they won't fly off they bounce around. This causes more oo’s and aww’s from Laura.

"Oooh! What a cute puppy oohh!" Laura makes baby noises and squishes Matt's face in her hands and teases his puppy ears. "I didn't think you could get cuter. The ears and the tail."

A heavy hand rests in his hair and Travis speaks. "Been awful quiet. Someone finally being a good puppy?"

Matt's mouth opens but only to pant softly and them lean up to kiss Travis's hand.

Travis catches Matt's jaw and gives it a small squeeze. "That's a good dog. Good puppy." He reaches back now and lays his hand on Matt's thigh.

Matt hisses and lowers his head down while his back-end leans away without walking any.

"Still hurt?"

"Travis why are you being mean?" Laura shakes her head as she watches. But she makes no moves to stop him as she listens to Matt whine.

"Just checking. Seeing if he's back in good shape. Still pretty hot down there."

Taliesin joins now and lays the back of his hand on Matt's ass. "Mm yeah. That's mostly from you Travis. Your handy work."

"Kinda feel bad." Travis admits.

Matt looks up with wide eyes now and gives a mournful whimper. Trying to catch onto any guilt Travis might have.

"Ah." Travis catches him before Taliesin has a chance, which earns him an encouraging grin from the other. "Don't start crying. You got what you deserved."

Matt gives a small sigh and shifts around to get comfortable again.

Laura snickers into her hand as she watches Matt's crying dry up so fast. He was a wonderful actor after all. Travis is grinning to himself and pats Matt between the puppy ears.

"Maybe," he looks to his wife, "we can put that crying to good use. I remembered you not doing all the tricks Laura asked you to."

Laura's smile gets wide and mischievous.

"If you want to cry about your ass then you'll do it when you're told."

Taliesin is just sitting back watching now, thoroughly enjoying watching Matt being cut down to size and put in his place. It had been a long while since Matt was so challenged.

Laura grabs the same cream from before and holds it up. Matt looks intently at the bottle and shifts slightly closer. But Laura makes no moves to help him so tries to ham it up. He whines and wags his tail, pawing out towards her. Then when he has a small bark Laura breaks.

"Awww!" She pinches his cheeks and ruffles his hair.

That isn't at all what he wanted so Matt leans away with a groan.

Travis laughs. "You're getting the idea though."

Matt gives Travis a skeptical look, eyes narrowing slowly.

"Haha. Smart pup." Travis snags Matt's collar and guides him off the table. Placing Matt in front of Laura. "You obey Taliesin and me but you still like ignoring Laura. I think you should remember where you belong."

With that Travis keeps one hand on the collar and another on the back of his head. "Down. Down ahah-down." He firmly guides Matt down to be on his forearms and knees with his belly and face rested on the carpet.

"Right there." Travis grins and pat's Matt's side.

Laura is smiling down at Matt now, giving a little wave when the pup looks up at her from the floor.

"Go on babe." Travis gets up and backs away from Matt.

Laura pats the bottle in her hand. "This isn't a cookie but it's still a treat. So, you've got to do your tricks."

Matt nods where his face is on the carpet.

"Sit."

Matt straightens up, sitting much different than earlier that morning. Now sitting how he did when Taliesin got home. Knees and hands neatly tucked under him.

"Up. Hold it."

Matt sits up on his knees and stays there.

"Hmmm." She ponders a moment before she says, "beg."

Matt stares quietly.

"Matt. Beg." She repeats. "Beg for this." She holds up the bottle.

He doesn't move and only after an extended moment does he turns his head to look to Taliesin.

"You're such a good begger puppy," Taliesin talks down to him.

Matt shifts on his knees, backing away slightly.

Travis snags his collar. "Stay." He pulls Matt's hair and looks down at him. "Why won't you beg?"

Matt just looks up quietly, not speaking. Travis sees his tail wag just slightly.

"Not something you want bad enough to beg?"

Matt's tail gets quicker then he looks elsewhere. His eyes moving down Travis to his hips.

Travis smirks and pulls the hair tighter. "Okay. No more lotion." He turns Matt's head towards Laura. "You beg my wife for permission to suck my cock."

"Oh," the small sound escapes Matt.

Travis's hand leaves his hair and Matt is left staring at Laura on his knees.

Laura sets the bottle aside lips pursed now. "I was almost feeling bad for you but all you can think about is cock huh?" She tisks. "You shouldn't need to want what I'm offering. You should beg because you've told too." When Matt says nothing, she hardens her voice. "Where do you belong? Show me."

Matt is quick to scoot closer and lay himself down on his elbows and belly with his head at her feet.

"So, you can obey. Then beg. Nothing else will progress until you beg. There is no punishment, no new command, no. You will lay like that until you beg."

Travis is watching Laura with slow and heavy breathing. Watching his wife's authority, her dominance as she stands over Matt.

The quiet stretches with all three just watching Matt. Taliesin grows irritable and unimpressed by Matt, though he does respect Laura's way of handling it. Matt couldn't get out of this by acting up.

The quiet is finally broken by Matt giving a frustrated whine. He rubs his face against the carpet and shakes himself without sitting up. He groans and fusses before letting out a big huff.

"That sounded more like a tantrum then begging." Laura is clearly unimpressed.

Matt’s head turns to the side so now his cheek is to the carpet as he looks up at Laura. He groans again, kicking and smacking on hand on the floor and rubbing his head on the carpet all while making all kinds of noisy, frustrated sounds.

“If you’d prefer,” Laura folds her arms as she watches the display, “You can beg just to be let up and we can skip you getting anything. You can spend your evening in the crate and watch the rest of us have fun without you.”

Matt eyes Laura and huffs through his nose as his eyes narrow.

“I assure you I am very serious.”

Matt sees Travis leave from the corner of his eye, unable to track him without moving. But his questions are answered quickly when the man returns with his crate and plants is back in its spot by the sofa.

Matt’s gut sinks as he watches and takes in his current situation. As if to make some sick reminder he accidentally drags his sore ass across the back of his legs and pain picks back up. He cringes and buries his face to the carpet and curses himself for digging another hole after being allowed out of the last one. He peers back out to his open crate and Travis standing next to it, surprised when he sees the man’s phone pointed at him,

“Just updating Marisha.” Travis says simply.

Dread fills Matt as things manage to get worse. He crawls forward and whines, shaking his head. He reaches out and gently paws at Laura’s ankle whimpering as he keeps his head close to the carpet.

“You can speak when you beg. I want to hear this loud and clear.” She tilts her head as she watches him.

Matt opens his mouth and struggles to find words before saying, “I’m sorry.”

“Nope. I don’t want to hear you apologize. I want to hear you beg.”

Matt swallows and gives a small nod. “Please.”

“Please what.”

Matt glances at Travis and the cage then back to Laura. “Please don’t tell Marisha. Please. Please don’t. I’ll be good, I won’t fight anymore I’ll be good.” He sits up slowly more, reaching up to paw at her hips and belly. “Please please don’t tell her.”

Laura glances back to Travis who shakes his head. “Already been sent Pup.” He holds up his phone. “She will be expecting a phone call before bed.”

Matt slumps, holding onto Laura’s hips with his cheek against her belly. “I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll be good puppy. Please tell her I was good puppy.”

Laura pulls Matt back by his hair, “But you’ve been bad puppy. I bet she’d like to hear all about how you’ve acted since you got here.”

Matt shakes his head. “Please please no. I’ll be so good. I’ll be good the rest of the weekend I will.” He hears Taliesin laugh behind him. Looking over his shoulder he gives the man a wounded look. “I will.” He pleads to Taliesin too before he is yanked by his hair to look at Laura.

“You are begging to me. They won’t decide, I will.” She pulls harder.

“Ah ah ah ow oww. Yes, Ma'am yes Ma'am” There are small cries as she continues to pull before releasing him. “I’m sorry Ma’am. I will be a very good puppy, and I will do whatever you say. Please please.”

“I think that’s about enough about Marisha. She already knows. You’re about to go to your crate because it’s not fair that Travis and I have to wait to have our fun because you’ve been a stubborn brat.”

Matt’s face falls and gives a slow nod. “Yes Ma’am. It’s not fair. I’ would like to stay out to play with you all. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll do anything.”

“Is that all you want?”

Matt glances past her. “I want Travis.”

“Better than that.”

“I want to -ah-to suck his cock. Please. It’s yours and I want to so bad. I’ll do it right this time, I’ll be very very good, and I won’t do anything bad.” Matt can see Laura is not convinced. “I know he’s yours, I just want him to use me. I want you to use me. I’ll be yours for the night, I just want cock.”

“He’s sounding pretty determined to me,” Travis says. He’s struggling through his own issue listening to Matt crying and begging to his wife.

“I’m not sure.” Laura grabs Matt’s jaw and looks at him closely. “Is that all you want dog? Just to stay out and play and get used?”

Matt nods eagerly. “Yes yes please. I’ll be so good. Good doggy.”

Laura purses her lips and nods. “Go. Go show me,” He pushes him towards Travis.

Matt scrambles on hands and knees to kneel in front of Travis. “Sir she said yes. Please.” He nuzzles the obvious tent in Travis's sweats.

“Well if you’ve gotten permission.” He reaches into his sweats while watching Matt wag his tail excitedly. “Slutty puppy,” He strokes himself a few times as he tugs on one of the floppy puppy ears. “Hmm?”

Matt nods slowly, humiliated at the treatment. “Yesir.” When Travis tugs the ear again he continues. “I’m a slutty puppy. Just want cock.”

Travis groans at the words, shoving his thumb into the corner of Matt’s mouth to hold it open. Then with a grunt he shoves his cock forcefully into the puppy’s mouth. He groans when Matt coughs and whines. To be sure he glances towards Taliesin and receives an encouraging nod. It spurs Travis on.

“Come-on,” He holds Matt’s head still but doesn’t push farther. “You can take it. You said you were going to be a good dog. Were you lying?”

Matt has wetness gathered at the corners of his eyes and gives a small shake of his head before gagging slightly.

“Then do as your told,” Travis pushes forward again, “You begged for my cock and now you better take it.”

Matt reaches up, gently touching Travis's wrist, two little taps.

“Pause,” Taliesin announces.

Travis freezes up, worry on his face as he starts to back away.

“No no,” Taliesin assures. “Just wait a moment. He isn’t pulling away.”

Travis watches Matt and gets a wagging tail in response. So, he nods and softens his hands instead.

Matt shifts himself on his knees, righting himself a little better. He places his hands on Travis’s hips. Two more taps to his hip now.

“Go on. Start again.” Taliesin smiles. “Good boy Matt, very very good boy. Proud of you.”

Matt wags faster, a smile trying to form but his mouth is too preoccupied.

Travis joins in the praise for a moment, in awe of what had happened for a moment. The calm eagerness in Matt, not that he wanted anything to stop just wanted to try and do it better. He pets Matt’s head, fixing the messy hair. “At’a boy. Good doggy.” He wipes drool from Matt’s chin. “Go on.”

Matt doesn’t have to be told twice and pushes forward. Much easier now he takes deep steady breaths and swallows Travis with much more ease.

“Good puppy,” It’s Laura now, announcing she was near him before touching the back of his head. Not wanting to spook him like before. She reaches over and brushes Travis's hands off Matt then tightens her hold in the long hair. “I’m going to use you. Hands behind your back.”

Matt is unsure what’s happening but obeys and holds his own wrists. He is given a moment to shift his legs for balance before the hand in his hair guides his head.

“Just a toy,” Laura purrs. “Just to be used for us. Just like you said.”

Matt moans deep in his chest as he is used like a cock sleeve to pleasure Travis. Looking up through his lashes as the couple headily make out above him. Ignored other than the steady hand on his head. He remains obedient, aching awfully between his own legs, but takes what he can get and enjoys the view of the two above him.

Travis growls and one arm yanks Laura against his side, mouth latching into her neck. She falters while gasping above Matt. His head slows but eager to be good Matt sucks slowly from where he is held. Travis growls again and the other hand lays over Laura’s and shoves Matt’s face against his hips. The sub gags and sputters loudly causing Travis and Laura to look down. Laura’s free hand gently wipes the mist at Matt’s eyes, making sure he is alright before her attention returns to Travis.

Now with two hands yanking and pushing at Matt all he can focus on is breathing and being careful with his teeth. He hears them making out above him but only barely over the wet and whorish sounds he was making as well.

Laura leans away from Travis and rests her cheek on his shoulder as they both look down at Matt. It becomes clear that Travis is reaching his end.

“Ah!” Taliesin pipes up, nearly forgotten in his chair. “Matt?”

Travis is confused as his chest heaves.

Matt shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Out.” Taliesin motions to Travis. “Use him then out. Go on.”

Travis nods and grips the hair in his fist, slamming once, twice, a third time in before pulling out. Matt sends a clear message to him when he leans in and tilts his face up. Travis moans, “Fuuuck.” Finishing with his own hand across the willing face. Watching his cum streak across one cheek, into the ruined hair, and across one puppy ear.

Travis’s chest heaves as he catches his breath. Looking down at Matt. Matt’s face is red and sweaty, lips swollen with drool dripping off his chin and the cum sits untouched on his face. Matt peeks one eyes open, the other too messy, and smiles at Travis. His tail wags.

“Fuuck.” Travis’s head falls back as he breaths in cool air.

“Goooood boy,” Laura purrs. She gently wipes the cum up with her finger tips and then presses it into Matt’s hair. Again and again till his hair is groomed back into a decent state.

Matt just sits still, panting softly and enjoying the petting.

Taliesin appears near Matt now and squats down. “Proud of you,” He says quietly and holds up a sports bottle, the mouthpiece up. Matt latches on and eagerly drinks from it while Taliesin pets down his back. “So. Not to split so early but I think you two have it down.” He looks up at them. “Firm hands, always ask him when something new comes up. Watch for his signs always and respond quickly.”

Matt lets go of the bottle with a relieved sigh. “Thank you all.”

“You all tired out?” Laura asks when Travis sinks onto the sofa for his own water.

Matt looks up, “Are you?”

“We can go someplace private if you’re done.”

Matt just shakes his head.

Taliesin straightens up and leaves the bottle on the floor. “Just give him a second to breath. He’s fine.” There a sound of a wrapper and Taliesin holds out the snack for Matt. A large granola bar of whole nuts and fruit.

“Thank you, sir,” Matt takes it in his teeth before laying on his belly to eat, not wanting any carpet on his butt now.

“Good boy.” Taliesin grabs his jacket. “I’m going to leave his stuff with you guys, just send it home with Marisha.”

A cry comes from the floor. When they look down Matt has nearly finished his bar but is staring at the carpet looking miserable as could be.

“Mmhmm,” Taliesin nods. “Marisha will sort you out when you get home. Don’t envy you.” He puts his coat on. “Maybe if you behave I’ll put in a good word on your efforts.”

“Thank you. I would like that.” Matt eats the last of his given snack, leans into a final petting from Taliesin. “Good bye sir. Have a good night.” and watches him leave.

“Matt,” Travis calls, “C’mere.”

Matt takes a moment to stretch all his limbs and his back then comes over and rests his chin on Travis’s knee. “Sit up, hold.”

Matt obeys.

Travis reaches down and cups over Matt’s bulge. “Even after a little break you’re hard as hell.”

Matt leans into the warm hand eagerly. He nods, “Yesir. Hurts.” He looks to Laura and quickly starts up. “Please will you touch me. Someone. Please. It hurts, and I want it so bad.” Laura only smiles at him. “Please please touch me. Or or--I can just touch myself and you can watch. Or something. Anything you want please?”

“You want some attention on your cock little puppy? That all hmm?” She tickles under his chin.

Matt nods and humps into Travis’s hand before it goes away. “Please please. I’m a good puppy.”

“Yes, you are.” She agrees. “Stay.” She taps his nose and leaves the room.

Matt looks to Travis for answers to his wife’s plans. Travis just shrugs. “You’ll behave whatever it is.”

“Yes sir, I will.” Matt agrees.

Travis grins and laughs causing Matt to look behind him. Humiliation grows quickly as he understands what is coming. Laura drops a body pillow on the living room rug.

“You may hump this. No hands.”

Matt whines loudly. “Oh, Laura please. Please let me touch myself at least. Please.”

Travis wraps his hand around Matt’s throat and squeezes. “What did I just say?”

“Obey,” Matt whispers as his breath is shallow.

“That’s right. Now go and hump your new toy like a good little slutty puppy.” He gives a firmer squeeze, getting a high whine, then releases. “Now.”

Matt dashes to the pillow now with his tail tucked down. He looks at the pillow long moment before climbing it to straddle on all fours. His forearms hook under both sides before he looks over at Laura and Travis now, head hung in humiliation. But his cock is harder than ever, and he receives only firm and expectant looks.

Slowly Matt starts to grind his hips against the soft pillow. It gives so little from his effort. He must push down much harder and much quicker, the desperation growing rapidly. Matt growls and curses in frustration as he gets so little while his body tires and sweats.

“When you get close,” Laura speaks, “doggy will tell me when he gets close.”

Matt howls softly in response which Laura only laughs at. Matt looks over to pout at the laugh and sees Laura with her legs on Travis’s lap and the man’s hand in her pants. Working slowly between her legs.

Matt’s humping falters as he watches.

“You were not told to stop.” Travis calls. “Your ass cooled down already?”

“No sir. Sorry sir.” Matt goes back to his rigorous pace against the pillow. Sweat forms on his shoulders as wetness soaks the fabric of the jock strap his been put in. It takes time, so long, too long Matt thinks, but he can finally feel it build.

“Laura!” He howls. “Going to cum. Gonna - ack!”

Matt finds himself staring at the ceiling in a miserable daze. Having been yanked by the collar and flipped onto his back. Above him is Travis who teasingly rubs his belly. Using that pressure to hold Matt in place when he squirms.

“Calm down little puppy.” He coos and continues the rubbing. “Puppies love belly rubs.”

Matt sobs in frustration. “God Travis. Sir please. Please. I need to cum. I want to cum so bad.” He reaches down.

Travis grabs behind his knees and flips his legs up smacking a hand down across both thighs.

Matt howls in pain, tears falling now in his frustration and the pain of his cock and ass. “Oow god please I’m sorry please. Please.” Matt grips the carpet, feeling his cock leaking on his belly now. Travis pats his ass teasing now.

“Mouth open Matt,” Laura speaks.

Opening one wet and puffy eye as he is mindlessly obedient. Wailing louder when rubber fills his mouth and his muzzle is pressed in. “Why?” He manages before the gag goes in place.

“You’re all done. No more crying and begging. No more. I don’t want to hear it anymore.” She buckles the leather then pats his face.

Matt whines into the gag and looks between his legs where are still held up by Travis. Knees to his chest in the diaper position. Travis keeps petting and teasing Matt, fingers tracing the sensitive crease right behind his balls causing Matt to buck wildly.

“That’s enough of that.” Laura nods. “Crate time. Come on.”

Matt balks, if his face isn’t covered his mouth would be handing wide. He babbles desperate against his gag while Travis puts him back on his hands and knees.

“Legs wide pup.” Travis orders, making sure the straining bulge gets no friction.

Matt is led to his crate and unceremoniously locked in.

Laura leans down as she does all the latches up. “If you hump anything or touch yourself or give your cock any attention you’ll spend the night on a chain. Understood?”

Matt cries out behind his gag.

Laura presses her palm wordlessly to the crate wires. They share a knowing look, but when Matt does not tap out of his situation, Laura grins. “Yeah. Just where you want to be.” She pats the cage.

Matt crumples down in his agreed upon torture. Only made more miserable to see both of his caretakers strip to nothing. Travis sitting down while Laura climbs on top. He’s made to ignore his own burning need to watch and listen as the two make love feet away.

Travis’s hands are tight on Laura’s hips amd leave  bruises behind. Laura’s hands are locked behind her husband’s head and pressing him into her breasts. Their hips move forcefully and greedy against each other. Laura finishes first with long breathy moans.

“Oh. Oh god. Travis. Oh baby.” She digs her nails into his neck.

“Fuck. Fuck yes, so good Laura. Feel so fucking good.” He kisses her again and growls against her lips as he finishes. The two sink down then, holding each other and breathing heavily

“Going to have to open a window.” Laura laughs softly against Travis’s chest.

“What? Don’t want our house smelling like sex?”

Laura smacks his chest playfully and they both laugh. Their laughter is cut off by long cries and the cage rattling.

They look lazily to Matt. “We’re worn out sweetie,” Laura coos.

Matt cries and shakes it again. He drops down onto the position Travis had taught him at Laura feet. Showing his place.

Travis grins. “Wow look at that. Puppy knows his place all on his own now.”

“Doesn’t have to be reminded.” Laura agrees. Finally, she slips off Travis’s lap and goes over.

Travis stretches and pops his back before joining his wife.

The kennel pops open and Matt crawls out. Practically vibrating as his tail wags and he begs behind the gag. Matt turns his head to face the buckle of the gag towards her. Laura only scratches his head.

“No no. Puppy will keep his muzzle.”

Matt sags, desperation and exhaustion making the begging more and more difficult.

“Roll over,” Laura smiles cheerfully.

Matt’s obedience is immediate, and he flops onto his back.

Travis lays a heavy hand on the exposed throat to hold him in place. Laura peels away the jock strap and tosses it aside. Travis hisses softly and cringes at the state of Matt’s cock and balls, not able to help the way he feels bad for Matt’s state.

“Looks like that sucks bud.” He rubs his thumb over Matt’s pulse, feeling it surging and fast.

Matt only nods and cries, another few desperate tears gather at Matt’s eye.

“It looks so cute to me,” Laura rubs Matt’s belly. “Looks like a very good puppy who’s waited and behaved. Looks like how a puppy should.” Without warning she takes his cock in her hand and Matt lurches upward.

Travis pushes down firmer and tightens his grip on Matt to hold him. “Stay or you go back in the crate.”

Matt sags down, chest heaving.

Laura strokes slowly. “Good boy. Goood dog.”

Travis picks up a rhythm of squeezing and releasing Matt’s throat, then begins to pinch and pull his nipples.

Laura reaches under Matt and presses on the plug of the tail, using it to slowly fuck Matt. They stay like that, Matt pinned down and teased. Ass fucked only a few inches deep, cock stroked slower then Travis chokes him. But Matt is desperate and waited so long his pleasure builds rapidly despite so little being given.

In his daze he paws at the air, not knowing how to tell them he’s close. Laura’s hand leaves the plug and presses down on his belly. Travis's hand leaves his nipple and grips his hair, holding him down.

“Go ahead and cum puppy,” Laura’s hand gets no tighter or fast. Slow, even pace.

Matt cries, knowing full well this would be such an unsatisfying orgasm but that is all he would get.

So, as he cums Laura’s hand stays stead. She presses down hard on his belly to hold him, while Travis squeezes his throat and yanks his hair into the carpet.

Matt howls and screams into his muffling gag muzzle. Frustrated and desperate to get anymore friction he could then what little was given.

“Gooood puppy! Good baby doggy!” Laura cheers him on like he was a child. Giving Matt a last dose of humiliation as his cum falls over his belly. She strokes him through his orgasm but is quick to let go quiet before it ends.

Matt cries in anguish at that final act of dominance over his body and pleasure. It was not the first time he’d had a near ruined orgasm, and it would not be the last.

No words are said for a long moment. Hands move now to only pet and sooth Matt. The gag comes off. The ears. The tail. Everything disappears. Travis lifts Matt into his lap and holds the water bottle to his lips. Matt drinks slowly while Laura uses baby wipes to clean his belly and now soft cock. Matt shivers when she touches but stays still.

“Thank you, Matt,” Travis speaks now. “Thanks for sharing this with us and letting us have this time with you.”

Matt nods as he drinks.

“It’s special to us.” Laura smiles, now in her t-shirt again. “We love you and that we can show it to you this way.”

Matt lets go of the bottle. “Thank you, guys, for taking such good care of me.”

Travis hugs Matt and Laura scoots into the cuddle pile. All smiling and squeezing.

“Shower time.” Laura touches Matt’s filthy hair.

Travis nods. “Open that window babe. I’ll carry the doggy to the shower.” Both pause and look to Matt, making sure he was able to continue.

Matt’s brow knits quietly.

“Yeah,” Laura nods. “The puppy can share a nice shower with us and we can order a pizza before bed.”

Matt relaxes, assured that heavy play was over. So, he smiles, and his tail-less hips wag slightly. “Shower sounds very nice. Thank you, sir. Will you carry me sir?” He lays his head on Travis’s shoulder. “Please?”

“Such good manners now.” Travis gets up while cradling Matt as he heads up stairs.

[kinkycritters]

Quick bump before Puppy 4 is posted this afternoon

Camping .3

1700+ words

5/20/19

Little Tally, Daddy Matt, Mama Marisha

Little Travis, Mama Laura

Little Brian, Daddy Liam , Papa Sam

Fluff, bath time, mild NSFW

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[kinkycritters]

Ah yes. Sugar Daddy. Honestly I'm struggling with that one. So I'll hack at it for sure and see what progresses I can make. I might put stuff out in smaller updates to help me along.

Puppy 4 around this time tomorrow.

What after?

Take Care of You is high on the list.

Thoughts please.