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rainbowcreepie · 20 hours ago

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On The Kitchen Floor

Black Mask/Reader, 1.7K words

AN: hi, please enjoy this very niche black mask fic, sorry not sorry, I was told to spice it up however I liked and I just want him to love me but also treat me like filth okay bye. don't @ me, i'll be hiding under a rock until the next full moon. Seriously though, I hope you do enjoy this.

Request: Hmmm ... I have a Black Mask request for a free use S/O with masochistic tendencies? 👀🖤& How about throwing in some leashes, and collars too? 😉 And for the rest, spice it up however you like < 3 Need that nasty man as degrading as possible ~ Rating: 18+

CWs: Swearing, (established) dom/sub dynamic, dom!Roman, free-use, cnc (kinda), dehumanization, dumbification, degradation, humiliation, dog themed pet play, anal, anal play, anal plugs, pet names: sweetheart, baby, boot-humping (but not really) derogatory names: dog, bitch, slut, mutt, whore- all the names basically, GN!Reader

Please remember: that you're amazing, and capable, but also that you need to stay hydrated, drink some water while you're reading.

The door to the kitchen opens and closes with a quiet click. You don’t need to look up from the job at hand, the familiar sound of his leather oxfords against the marbled floor as he approaches, alerts you to Roman’s presence. It couldn’t be anyone else. Necks would be wrung before he let anyone lay eyes on you like this. Plugged, and naked excluding the sleek leather collar around your neck, and the frilly little apron you were permitted only when cooking, per the house rules. Cooking and chores weren’t expected of you, too complicated, no, you were meant for fucking and looking pretty, which is why Roman had made sure to supply you with non-negotiable accessories for when you played house; feathered rubber gloves for kitchen chores, a french-maid-esque headband for laundry and of course, a frilly little apron for cooking.

The welcome smell of his smoky cologne washes over you as he leans in close, nuzzling his cold, wooden cheek against yours, smoothing a gloved hand up your thigh, caressing the exposed skin with a softness that is reserved just for you.

“What’s all this?” He hums close to your ear, and you feel your whole body responding precisely how he’s trained you. Muscle relaxing; growing limp against his, brain emptying, heat pooling between your legs. He’d hardly greeted you, and you were already so reactive. Helpful as always, Roman gives your ass a firm slap to bring you back to earth. “Well?”

“Oh, cookies!” You confirm, grabbing an unopened bag of chocolate chips from the counter to show him.

“Oh, cookies.” He repeats, voice laced with amusement. With one finger he tips the mixing bowl towards him, eyeing the well of dry ingredients inside. “If you want cookies baby, I can buy you cookies.”

“I know, I just wanted to do it myself.” You reply sweetly and he laughs, loud and jarring. He’s not laughing with you, he’s laughing at you, and can’t help the pitiful whine that escapes you in response.

“You’re so cute when you try to act like a real person.” He states it so casually, it’s a fact. You’re not a person, you’re his perfect free-use toy. Your blood runs hot at the reminder. You clench your lips and your lower body, trying to remain composed, but the motion causes your walls to press harder against the heavy metal plug in your ass. Clearly content on watching, Roman steps back, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing his arms. “Go on sweetheart, don’t mind me. You’ll hardly notice I’m here.”

It was impossible to tell which was more of a distraction. Your growing arousal, or Roman's eye tediously watching your every move, they feed each other and make your brain hazy, until you find yourself rereading the recipe over and over again, unsure what you’d done already, and what was left to do. You’d just figured something out when Roman snapped the latch of your lead from behind. The sound instantly has you on your knees, in exactly the position Roman had disciplined into you.

“Good dog.” Roman applauds as he hooked the metal tether to the back of your collar. He tilts your head up, reaching two fingers into your welcoming mouth, stroking your tongue carelessly one, twice, thrice until he pulls them back, a rope of drool keeping you connected until he wipes the excess off against your cheek. “Go on, back to work.”

The instruction does not compute. Any time the lead has been in use, you’ve been under strict instructions to stay on your knees, but the countertop is too high for you to work on from the ground. Unsure how to proceed, you look up at Roman as he situates himself, comfortably against the island once more. The mask gives nothing away, grey eyes blink expectantly from it's sockets.

Eventually, you find your words, pointing up at your ingredients as you state dumbly; “I can’t reach.”

“Poor baby, let me help.” He’s so kind, accommodating your needs, without even being asked, never mind the complacency that dripped from his tone. He has you wrapped around his fingers, looking up at him with big admiring eyes as he lowers your utensils and ingredients to the floor for you. Later when you’d crawled to the fridge for an egg, he’d considerately passed you the egg from the top shelf and allowed you to carry it between your teeth before continuing to watch you in an uncharacteristic quietness that had you more on edge than usual.

It's when your hands are in the bowl, pressing the cookie dough together that he makes his move. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, no need to warm up cocksleeve after all. His hand finds the base of your plug and he plays with the toy for a few seconds, pushing it in and out, teasing your hole with the thickest part, eliciting pathetic sounds from you until he finally pulls it out completely, quickly sinking two fingers deep inside you to replace it. Steadily he scissors them, stretching your insides further than the plug ever could. He loves that you’re so tight, no matter how much he plays with you, just how he likes it. “That’s my good little slut, take it. Stay right there and fucking take it.”

With little notice he hastily removes his fingers, your ears perking at the sound of his zipper pulling down. You’re supposed to be ignoring him, getting on with your baking, but you can’t help your excitement. The weight of this thick cock slaps against your ass cheek and you respond with a lewd moan.

The way he always seemed to tower above your form didn’t help, even now that he’d dropped to his knees, positioning himself at your entrance. The pressure, the pain, it takes your breath away, makes you scrunch your eyes shut and ball your hands into fists. He’s forcing himself in with no more prep than the remnants of lubrication used to put your plug in earlier.

“I know you can take it. This ass will stretch like a good whore.” You feel it pushing against your insides, your walls straining to accommodate but you force yourself to relax and eventually Roman sits comfortably, fully enveloped inside.

“Am I distracting you?” Clearly noticing your near-prone form, Roman swiftly wraps the chain of your leash around his fist until it’s short enough to be pulled taut with ease, forcing your head back just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to cut off your air supply, yet. “Too hard to work when you’re being fucked?”

Feels too good to care. Roman pulls out slowly, until just the tip remains inside you, the emptiness allows you a second to process his questions, Yes… no… until he thrusts back in, and you cease to care once more.

“Cock drunk already?” He sets a harsh rhythm, fucking into you with decisive, rapid strokes. The harder he fucks, the more you feel your brain turning to mush. “Such a fucking whore. So needy for my dick. Say it. Say you need this dick.”

“I need you, Roman.” He pulls the lead that final inch, making your words short and raspy as you choke beneath your collar, hands still in the dough, squeezing it tight. He’s conditioned you better than to fight for air, you know to trust him. “I’m a needy cock whore, I need your dick. Need it inside me, always.”

“You love everything I give you, you’re grateful for my attention, for me using you the way you’re meant for. Aren’t you?” You wither and whimper under him, barely able to comprehend his words, unsure if you're wriggling to get away or to push him deeper. Making the decision for you, Roman pulls harder, forcing your body backwards until you’re pressed to his clothed chest. He coos into your ear. “Say it, baby.”

“Thank you, Roman.” You sputter, now gripping your hands into your apron to distract from your breathlessness, from the pain the new position is creating in your knees. When Roman releases the lead all together you seize the chance to take two long gasps of air before continuing. “Thank you for using me, it’s all I’m good for. Thank you for filling up this empty slut.”

“Filthy fucking mouth you’ve got.” Roman taunts, planting a hand against your head and shoving you back down until your face hovers against the cold floor, you maintain the position until he hooks a hand around one of your legs, flipping you onto your back, one leg against his shoulder.

When he thrusts back into you, hard, you shudder, eyes rolling back, fingers needlessly reaching out to hold him. He bats your hands away, continuing his assault on your body. “Keep your dirty fucking hands off me, stupid whore.”

You can tell from the sudden tightness in his jaw, from the suddenly erratic breathing pattern that he’s approaching release.

“Mouth open.” He commands when he pulls out once more, stroking himself from above you. As instructed, you part your lips, pushing your tongue out. Ensuring your hands are neatly tucked out of the way as you eagerly await your reward.

“That’s its baby.” Roman groans, moving over your body until his close enough to press his cock between your lips, growling when he begins to shoot long ropes of cum down your throat. “Take it, take my cum like it’s your last fucking meal.”

You do, you swallow it all, quivering as you suck at his head, keen to catch as much as possible, knowing that you’d be licking any stray drops off the floor.

When he’s done, he takes his sweet time getting up. Rolling his shoulders, stretching his jaw as he comes back down to earth. He inspects his softening cock for your handy work before tucking it away and finally standing up. You remain on the ground, watching, waiting for his next move.

“You did such a good job, I’m so proud.” It should be patronising, but it melts your brain to hear his praise, so you grin up at him. Cool grey eyes stare back down at you, his mask, as always, is expressionless as it tilts to the side. He uses the toe of his shoe to flip up the skirt of your apron, exposing your own aching arousal. “Do you want to cum too?”

“Yes!” You nod frantically. “Yes please.”

“I thought as much.” He chuckles, low and sordid as he presses the cold, hard sole of his shoe against your groin. You know what to do, but you wait for his go-ahead before making a move. “Go on then, hump it like the desperate mutt you are.”

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rainbowcreepie · 20 hours ago

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Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Pt. X

Hello hello! After a long time away I have finally returned! It's good to be back! Here's an update for the Eepy's, I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Mentions of injury and blood, suggestive comments

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Part IX - Part XI (TBA)

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“Got a second to talk?”

“Yeah.” You respond after a moment of hesitation, your voice raspy with sleep. “Yeah, let me just grab my coat.” You shove your feet into your boots. You glance at the group in your living room, silently telling them to stay put. All four of them looked ready to rush to your rescue without hesitation. But, if they got involved, it would only make the situation even riskier than it already could be. You shrug on your winter coat before stepping onto your landing. “Something wrong, officer?”

“That’s what I came here to ask you.” He responds. “Got a call? An unfamiliar pickup truck showed up in your lot. Four suspicious men were seen approaching your apartment.” He looks down in the lot at the beat-up truck sitting next to your car. “I'd say there's a pretty good chance they're still here.”

“That's really why you're banging on my door at the ass crack of dawn?” You ask in an annoyed tone, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I'm going to tell you right now, you're not getting in here without a fucking warrant-” He cuts you off by firmly saying your name.

“I'm not here to arrest anyone.” He explains in an attempt to try and diffuse your hostility. “I'm just here to check in. Are you in trouble? Do you need help?” He whispers, eyes darting between the door and your less-than-pleased expression.

You let out an aggravated sigh, “Mike, listen… the only reason I'm not running you off my property right now is because you've helped me out in the past. If I needed your help, I would ask for it. I'm not going to let you show up here and harass me or any of them because some fucking backwoods country bumpkin wants to demonize a different way of living.” You take a deep breath, seeing the genuine concern on his face. “This… isn't like last time; they wouldn't hurt me. I'm safe, promise.” He looks at the door and then back at you.

“If you even get the feeling that something is wrong, you call me.” You nod.

“Get back to the station. Your wife would be worried sick if she knew you were out driving right now.” You nodded to his vehicle, watching him descend the stairs before heading back inside the apartment. You stepped through the door, kicking off your boots and hanging up your coat with a sigh of relief now that the situation was over.

“Thank god, you're safe.” Vessel pulls you into his arms, his voice thick with worry. “What did he want?”

“Someone called to report an unfamiliar vehicle and four suspicious individuals entering my house last night; he was just swinging by for a wellness check.” You reassure him. “He might be a bit of a hard ass, but he means well. I'm sure he won't give you guys any trouble.”

“Bit of a sour start to our first morning all together, isn't it?” III chuckles, making the rest of the group laugh.

“And here I was, looking forward to cuddling up with you.” Vessel purrs, the tension from your unexpected visitor quickly melting away as they all attempt to soothe your nerves.

“Nothing is saying that can't still happen, Ves,” II responds with a smile. You see a devious smirk quickly pass over Vessel’s features. You yelp, and your feet are lifted from the floor in one swift movement. Vessel easily tosses you over his shoulder to carry you towards your bedroom. You giggle as he gently tosses you on the bed, quickly being surrounded by warmth as the boys pile around you. You lay sandwiched between II and IV, III holding one of your hands in his as he lazily plays with your fingers. Vessel’s hand possessively wraps around the curve of your waist as he reaches over II, needing to be somehow able to touch you. It didn't take long for your eyes to grow heavy, returning to sleep for the last few hours of dawn as the new day's light began to melt away the cage of ice that had covered the surrounding trees.

You smiled as you woke up, pressing into the body's warmth behind you with a soft hum. A strong arm wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb rubbing slow, languid strokes across your hip. You reach over to find the other side of the bed empty. “-’s just you and me, lovey.” Vessel purrs. You let out a soft, pleased sigh.

“Is that so?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone, your voice still thick with sleep. Was that your plan all along? Get me in bed all alone?” He meets your playful smirk with a chuckle of his own.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you, sweetness?” he whispers, his grip tightening on your waist. Your cheeks grow warm, goosebumps erupting across your skin as you feel his lips brush over the shell of your ear. “Trust me, my first time with you isn't going to be some messy little hook-up in your bedroom.” He chuckles. “I plan on worshiping you like the divine creature you are.” A shiver runs up your spine as he presses his lips to your pulse. “Until then, we just have to be patient, don't we?”

“Fine.” You sigh in mock annoyance, making Vessel laugh softly. You rest your hand on top of his, languidly tracing the spaces between his knuckles as you allow yourself to melt into his warmth. “Where are the others?”

“They're making you breakfast. We all want to make sure you have a better day after starting on the wrong foot.” He explains softly.

“You’re sweet, " you say with a smile. “The power came back on?” He lets out a hum of approval.

“Clicked on a little while after you fell asleep.” You lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of Vessel’s body molding against yours. You sigh as you attempt to roll out of bed. “And where do you think you're going?” He chuckles, tightening his grip on your waist. You roll over to face him, the playfully grumpy expression on your face making him smile. “Trying to run away without giving me a kiss? That's how it's going to be, hm?” You giggle as he pulls your lips to his.

You could get used to mornings like this. After leaving your lungs burning for air and your head spinning, Vessel lazily helped you get out of bed. Scooping you up in his arms to escort you towards the kitchen. “Well, good morning, beautiful.” III stood at the stove, bacon sizzling in the pan in front of him, IV at his side cutting up fruit and tossing it into a bowl, and II sat at the table drinking a steaming cup of coffee.

“Good morning.” You greet all of them. Vessel sets you down on the floor before collapsing into one of the other chairs that had been dragged into the kitchen. IV approaches you, holding out a piece of fresh fruit for you to bite into. He rests his hand against your cheek, carefully running his thumb under your eye.

“Eyelash.” He whispers with a chuckle. He holds it out on the end of his fingeMakemake a wish.” A smile creeps across your features at the simple request. You think about it momentarily before closing your eyes, wishing that every morning could be like this with them, and blowing the eyelash away. Your eyes flutter open to meet IV’s curious gaze. He presses his lips to your forehead before returning to the task he was completing prior.

“You hungry?” You smile as III wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Starving.” You respond, giggling as he squeezes you against him, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I'll have breakfast done shortly, love.” You stand up on your toes, sharing a kiss through his mask before allowing him to finish cooking.

“Well, good morning, baby.” II quickly caught your attention, a warm hand settling against your waist as he pulled you into his lap. “Thought you forgot about me.” He teases with a chuckle. “My pretty girl is getting so much attention.” He squeezes your hip as his gaze lazily trails down to your lips.

“Trust me, that’s not remotely possible.” You giggle as his forehead bumps against yours, holding his lips just out of reach.

“Good,” he whispers, “because after holding you in my arms this morning, I can't seem to think of anything besides you.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips finally brush over yours. You feel II’s legs tense underneath you as you hear IV let out a sound almost akin to a growl from across the kitchen.

“Relax.” III states in a warning tone. “You can spend time with her, too.” You watch IV’s shoulders soften under III’s intense, almost corrective demeanor. “And II, keep it respectful, yeah?” III stood like a wall between the two men, ready to launch into action at the first signs of a fight.

You hear II make an annoyed sound of approval. The fact that he seemed to be acting like a child who had just been scolded by a parent almost made you laugh. You press your lips to his cheek, “I'm going to see if they need any help.”

“Don't let them work you too hard, love.” He jokes with a wink. You laugh, shaking your head as you hop off his lap. You walk up to III, crossing your arms behind your back.

“Head chef.” You address him seriously.

“Yes, love?” He responds with a chuckle.

“Where would you like me to help?” You ask, following III’s gase as it trails over to IV. He nods in his direction, smiling at you as you walk away.

IV tenses slightly under your touch, your hand resting on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You grab a bowl from the cabinet in front of you and place it on the counter to pour the fruit into.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the cutting board. “Guess I'm just a little jealous.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” IV sighs, his shoulders softening as he lets some tension roll from his body.

“No, you're absolutely perfect, love.” His eyes finally meet yours, the corners crinkling slightly as he smiles. “I just need to get out of my head, I'm afraid.” He finishes with a chuckle. Your heart skips a beat at the sound of him saying your name, “promise you're still my girl?”

“Of course.” You say, shooting him a flirty smile. “Besides, you still have to take me out on that date.” He chuckles bashfully.

“Yes, I do. I just want to make sure I think of something special first.” He gently nudges your shoulder with his own. “My girl deserves only the best.” Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you sharing a small glance before finishing breakfast in silence.

“All set, sweetheart?” III asks before clearing your dishes from the table.

“I can bring my own plates to the sink; I'm not helpless, you know.” You joke.

III chuckles as he strolls up to you, “And why should my pretty girl have to lift a finger?”

“You're such a flirt.” You tease with a flustered giggle. You sigh, standing to answer your phone in the other room.

“Thank god I got a hold of ya’.” The momentary panic that had bubbled up in your chest at the sight of the contact that flashed across your phone quickly died at the familiar calm tone on the other end of the line.

“Henry, is everything alright?” Henry McMann owned the dairy farm up the road; you had grown close to him over your time running the store.

“Everything's fine. Tree fell and put a damn hole in the barn roof. I was hoping I could convince those boys you have staying with you to come down and help; I could use their pickup truck to clean up the place.” Your eyes narrowed at the request.

“How did you know they were staying here?” You question.

“Whole damn town’s talking about it, kiddo. Hell,” he starts to laugh, “at least three people have called up here this morning asking if we've heard from you.”

“You weren't the one that sent the police here, were you?”

“No, ma’am,” he responds immediately. “Your business is your business. As long as no one's getting hurt, I frankly don't give a damn what you're getting up to.”

“Let me see if I can get Vessel to come talk to you; he'll be able to help.” After some gentle convincing on your end, you managed to get him on the phone. Vessel might be wary of strangers, but despite his icy exterior, he couldn't turn down someone who needed help. After a while, he carefully hung up the phone and wordlessly approached the others.

“Let's get going; we have some work to do.” You weren't exactly sure what Henry could have said to Vessel that made him agree to head out there, but you were happy for whatever it was. Pulling up at the farm always provided this strange sense of home. Seeing Henry waiting on the porch, a dark pipe lazily perched against his lips, was a sight you'd witnessed a hundred times at this point.

“Thanks for showing up.” Henry’s hand claps into Vessel’s with a firm shake.

“Thank you for giving us the opportunity to.” Vessel responds simply. “Why don't you show us this barn.”

The tree hadn't damaged much but couldn't remain across the barn’s roof. “We need to get the sheep to the other building before we do anything.” You caught Vessel silently nodding at III, who quietly slipped from the group. You stood by as the pair formulated a plan, Henry seemingly impressed by Vessel’s initiative to help. You startled at the bleating from behind you, turning to find that III had successfully managed to herd all the sheep together.

Vessel calls your name. " Why don't you take Henry inside so you can both warm up? The more people out here, the more dangerous it'll be.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.” Henry chuckles. “You boys drink coffee? I'll get a pot started.”

“That would be great, Henry, thank you.” Vessel responds before his attention turns to you. “Go on, love. We won't be long.” The sight of his smile was enough to put you at ease. If you were being honest, this whole interaction was going a lot better than you thought it would. You were expecting Vessel to be cold and Henry to be abrasive, but the two seemed to be getting along just fine.

“Oh, wait, they're going to need some chain.” You sent Henry inside, insisting you would be right in. You were just going to jog back over and tell them where to look in the– You skidded to a halt as you rounded the corner. IV stood under the tree, his jacket discarded on the truck hood and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His muscles strained under the weight of the colossal trunk; with a groan and one strong push from his legs, he lifted the tree from the barn. You hear him curse before pushing the tree forward, causing it to crash loudly to the ground. You watched him grab onto his hand, droplets of blood dripping from his fingers into the pure white snow. You were immediately consumed by panic seeing him hurt, the inhuman strength you just witnessed being pushed from your mind. You yell for him, rushing forward to see the damage. “Are you okay? Let me look.” The wound wasn't anything terrible, a gash left behind by what you were assuming was a sharp branch, just enough to cause him to bleed. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” He wordlessly followed you, allowing you to rush him inside and past Henry to the bathroom. You kicked the door shut behind you, pulling out the first aid kit from under the sink. IV stared back at you with confusion in his eyes, apprehension rolling off him in waves as he waited for you to address what you had just witnessed. He was snapped from his daze by you softly saying his name, “Can I see?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, placing his injured hand in yours. “I'm sorry you have to play nurse,” he chuckles. I wasn't expecting that bark to be so jagged.”

“It's no problem; it's what girlfriends are for.” He breathes out a sigh of relief as you smile at him. The silence still hung thick between you as you carefully cleaned the wound, being as gentle with him as possible. “So, you're strong enough to squat a tree?”

“I guess, on a good day.” He responds in an awkward attempt at a joke.

“Can you… Can all of you–?” You make a vague flexing motion, making IV chuckle.

“To an extent, yeah.” He leans closer to you, a smugness lacing its way into his words. “I would like to point out, however, that I am quite a bit stronger than II, thank you very much.”

You smile coyly at him, “As long as you're strong enough to sweep me up in your arms, that's all I care about.”

“You're acting like that would be much of a problem.” You swallow thickly, your heart racing as your eyes meet his.

“Try to sit still while I get you wrapped up, alright?” He laughs at your abrupt change in subject.

“Yes, love, whatever you need.” He leans in, gently pressing his lips to your forehead

“Is he gonna make it?” Henry asks, unbothered by your usual frantic chaos rushing through his living room, reading yesterday's paper in his recliner.

“Yessir, just a scratch,” IV responds with a chuckle.

“We're going to see what else they need help with; we’ll be back, " you explain before heading out of the house. You step onto the porch, pulling your jacket around you to try to shield yourself from the frigid wind. You squeal as IV effortlessly picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

“See? No trouble at all.” He teases before turning you into a more comfortable position, holding you close to his chest. By the time you had gotten back to the barn, Vessel and II had made quick work of chopping up the tree, the back of their truck filled with neatly sliced logs ready to be moved elsewhere.

“There you are! You were gone so long we thought she had to chop your damn hand off.” II chuckles.

“No, he got lucky this time.” You joke, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You mind going to check on III? Tell him we're just about done.” You nod, running off towards the other barn. Upon entering, you couldn't help but laugh, watching III attempt to calm the panicked sheep.

“I'm not trying to eat your flock; I'm just trying to help.” He attempts to bargain to stop the bleating.

“Want some company?” You ask with a smile.

“Please.” III chuckles in response.

“I'm surprised they don't like you; Henry’s sheep are usually very sweet.” You muse, patting the top of one of their fluffy heads as you pass.

“I tend to be rather scary to livestock animals… for one reason or another.” He responds vaguely.

“Well, Ves wanted me to tell you they're just about finished.” He slides to the ground with a sigh, patting the empty cushion of hay beside him.

“Good, that gives me a couple minutes to spend with you.” He responds in a flirty tone. You tumble down next to him, allowing him to pull you into his side. “How's your day going, baby?”

“Well, I'm spending it with you, so I can't complain.” You say with a smile.

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer to you. “Glad to hear it.” His gaze drops to your lips, slowly tracing your features before meeting your eyes again with an eye-crinkling smile. “Do you think, um– Do you think I could maybe steal you away for myself tonight..? Only if you want, of course.” The memory of III confessing how he just wants to get you alone bubbled up in the back of your mind, making your stomach flip.

“If you can manage to get me away from the others.” You joke with a giggle.

III releases a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. “Oh, don't worry about that, pretty girl. I'll make sure everyone knows you'll be spending the night with me.”

“Alright, III, bring them back in!” You hear Vessel call from outside. He stands with a groan, offering you his hand to help you up.

“Alright, everyone, let's make this as painless as possible.” He calls over the hoard of bleating sheep. He was surprisingly efficient at the task, rounding up the entire flock into one solid group to lead them from one building to the other. You noticed how he quickly spotted anyone who fell out of line, nudging them back with his knee as he barked to keep moving.

You jump as Vessel places a hand on your waist, “I think that went well, don't you?”

“I think you're right.” You smile softly, leaning into him as you share your hushed conversation. “Thank you for giving Henry a chance; he's pretty much family.”

“I can't say no to you,” he breathes out a chuckle. You asked for my help, and I'll always be there to give it to you… and, I guess, Henry doesn't seem so bad.” He playfully nudges your shoulder.

“You boys hungry? The wife and I would like to make you some dinner to say thanks for helpin’ out.” Vessel looks to the others for a response.

“Well, you know I could always eat.” III chuckles with a shrug.

You hear II sigh, somewhat relieved, “Would either of you like help in the kitchen?”

“No, you've done more than enough. All of you.” Henry confidently walks up to Vessel with a look of determination. “After today, I can tell just how much bullshit those reporters are trying to fill everyone's head with. You're a good group; if you ever need anything, just let me know. Just make sure you take good care of my girl.”

Vessel smiled, genuinely shaking Henry's hand. “Thank you; I really appreciate that. And, trust me,” despite the mask covering his face, you could feel Vessel’s eyes shift to you. I plan to.”

You stood side by side with May, Henry’s wife, in the kitchen, helping her wash vegetables for dinner. “Those boys seem very sweet on you.” She gracefully dances around the subject. Your cheeks grow warm as you struggle to think of a way to explain your four boyfriends. “They're all very handsome; you'll have to come by and tell me about them sometime.” She whispers giddily.

“I’d love to; they're all amazing. I'm happy you finally get to meet them.” You jumped at the loud boom of laughter from the living room, smiling at the sound of the group.

“I think Henry likes them too.” She chuckles.

May insists she can finish up the cooking herself before sending you out into the commotion. You couldn't get over how lovely they all were, genuinely enjoying their time sitting in Henry’s cramped living room. The house was full of laughter, stories, and all the small things you missed about being at Henry's farm. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, you were comfortably tucked into the truck's cab, settling into III’s lap while Vessel drove towards their camp. III wraps his arms around your waist, chin settling against your shoulder. “How's my pretty girl?” He whispers.

“Good.” You reply with a pleased sigh. “Tired.” You follow up with a chuckle.

“Do you still want to spend the night?” A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear.

“Of course.”

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