#boxer bandit

[peterprick]

Nice Boxers

[aparticularbandit]

also i'm finally the critical role sick day episode wait this was LIVE?! and i don't know why i'm surprised that sam riegel is in just that robe but

sam please be wearing underwear under that thing because i remember the stream where you weren't

[froggyf4g]

That transmasc feeling of getting dressed, u lay all ur clothes out on ur bed, u start getting dressed but realized u forgot ur packer in ur drawer so u gotta go grab it and ur like “haha almost forgot my dick today”

[boxerbeans]

It’s a Good Boy

[tbaluver]

Can I request how would each of the L&DS men roleplay for spicy times with the reader pretty please? 🙏🏼 Like, would they go for a Hero/Damsel in distress scenario, a Bandit/Captured princess thing or any other fun trope you can come up with?

Roleplay With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags/ warnings: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content, all will be tagged below, with each small fic a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ sorry this took a while and i'm so srry in advance for what ur about to read idk if i did this justice, some is giving roleplay while some is not. most of these are teasers for my upcoming fics but i do NOT promise you all that these will be good so lmk if you want to be tagged or if you want them to be published on any one of these or all (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ i hope you enjoy reading! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Rescuer! Xavier x Damsel in distress! Reader

He saves you after a dangerous mission and you must repay him back.

tags: xavier receiving

“No. I must repay you, my hero.” Your hand snakes down to unbutton and unzip his pants before you’re helping him remove his shirt.

“And how do you intend on doing that?” He tilts his head, curiosity sparkling in his eyes while a sly smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

You kiss down lower and lower, making sure to leave marks of your trail. You take your sweet time on his lower abdomen, your tongue tracing the lines of his abs while your hands work on slowly pulling his boxers off.

His cock springs up, begging to be finally freed with a bit of precum leaking from it. You lean in, kissing his tip softly, earning a twitch from his cock. His breath hitches, closing his eyes when your tongue traces along the underside of his cock.

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Prince! Xavier x Princess! Reader

After your question about his life in the kingdom, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He’s thought of the idea of you being his queen by his side, in the kingdom he was supposed to rule. So he decides to show you what it was like to treat and fuck you like the royalty like you deserve.

tags: aphrodisiac used

You can’t quite wrap your head around how he managed to acquire this drink or drug after his long journey to finally find you. But that thought fades away as he gently tilts your head, letting a drop of the liquid linger on your tongue before dropping the same dose of the liquid on his.

“They’ve told me that when you find someone you love, you try this with them. I’m glad to finally experience this with you, my princess.” He sets the dropper down on the nightstand, leaning in to kiss your knuckles gently. He grins softly, slowly getting drunk from the liquid.

It didn’t take long for both of your senses to sharpen and the aphrodisiac washed over your system. Your bodies were aching and yearning for each other’s touch, tearing and feeling each other up.

With quick haste, he clumsily unwraps his robe and helps you remove your slip dress. His mouth finds you again as you whine against his lips. Wet sounds of your lips crushing on his as your tongues melted in this heated exchange.

None of you break contact as he tugs his boxers down his legs, the sight of his cock throbbing in full view. His girth looks desperate and in pain and you’re taking it in your before guiding it into your crying cunt.

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Lumiere! Xavier x Reader

This will only be a one time thing between you two.

tags: Rough, jealous sex, Lumiere mask on Xavier beefing with himself

He remembers the way you look at Lumiere. The way your eyes lit up and your mouth curled up over just the thought of him. He hated it. But now with you naked beneath him as he thrusts into you deeper and deeper with his Lumiere mask on, he has to know who you wanted more. Lumiere or Xavier?

Your cunt clenches down tightly and your hands grips his shirt as you squeeze your eyes shut. The bed frame creaks. The sound of his skin slapping with yours bounced off the walls with each merciless thrust makes you see stars dance across your vision. Xavier panted heavily on top of you while the slap of wet skin to skin and the shameful squelch of your cunt accepted him, only him, Xavier.

“x-xavier...!”

He wasn't making it very easy for you. His hands find solitude on the wooden frame for support, his knuckles turning white as he grips it as his hips rock with more depth. His cock hits against your cervix, kissing and caressing the spongy walls.

“Y-You were so happy to see Lumiere, yet you call out my name.” He stammered, struggling to regain his composure, whatever was left of it. His mask hid most of his expression, yet you can see it all through his eyes and his parted lips.

“Who do you like more,” He clenches his jaw, shooting you a sharp look at your disheveled state. “Me or Lumiere?”

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Food Play

The only time one of you don't blow up the kitchen but he blows his seed in you.

tags: use of whip cream, xavier sucking ur tits

“Xavier, do you want some?” Tilting your head back while your finger pressing down on the nozzle to spray cream into your mouth. 

You sit down beside him, adjusting his head on your lap. He opens his mouth as you press your finger on the nozzle to spray cream into your mouth, some of it excessively dripping down his chin.

“You did that on purpose,” He pouts, using his thumb to swipe away the excess whip cream and licking it off. You giggle, offering a playful apology. “My turn,” He says, sitting up, a mischievous glint plays in his eyes. 

You tilt your head slightly, letting him spray the whip cream into your mouth. And of course he got pay back as he excessively sprays it down, the whip cream dripping to your chin and lower to your chest.

You giggle, licking it off your lips. “You’ve got some here.” He says softly, swiping the whip cream with his thumb and placing it on your lips. He watches you take his thumb in, your tongue purposely swirling and sucking in the remains of it, not breaking eye contact with him.

His breath hitches when he watches you swallow. “You’ve also got some here too.” He leans in lower to your chest, licking off the remains of the whip cream but he has other plans. He purposely glides his tongue lower and lower while pushing you down gently on the couch.

Zayne:

Doctor! Zayne x patient! Reader

Zayne always remains professional when working with his patients, however when it comes to you he tries, key word try, to keep it professional when his lover visits for a checkup or just a visit in general. Yet each visit is always tempting as the last and escalates to something more unethical in his office.

This type of roleplay can happen in your home. Using this type of roleplay to get your occasional personal checkup with your lover in your shared bedroom.

tags: p in v

“Hi Doc-tor,” You say, knocking lightly on the door while leaning against the door frame. Zayne glances up from his patient report, his attention instantly drawn to that familiar voice. A small smile curls at the corners of his lips as he takes in the sight of you. You step inside, making sure to close and lock the door behind you.

“What brings you here?” He asks, setting his pen down and rising from his seat to greet you properly.

“I miss you and,” you reply, pouting playfully as you step into his embrace. He wraps his arms around you, the scent of your lover flooding your nostrils.

“And?” His brow arches, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Doctor Zayne, I’m not feeling well,” You sounded so innocent, so much worry laced in your words that he knew something was up the moment he heard you by his door. He plays along after missing you during these past few hours. The night before still lingering from his mind.

“And what seems to be the issue?” he asks, attempting to maintain a serious tone but you both know that his composure will soon crumble from just a simple touch from you.

“I need some vitamin U,” You say with a sheepish grin yet your mischievous fingers say otherwise as you toy with the lapel of his white coat. He chuckles, leaning in closer, “If that’s the case, I’ll make sure to give you a daily dose.”

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The top of your blouse unbuttoned to expose your breasts, peeking under your bra that had been pushed up. Your skirt  pulled up to your hips to have your lower half completely exposed as you bounced on the lap of your lover. 

Incoherent whimpers escape from your lips as you feel your climax rapidly approaching you. You both knew it wasn’t appropriate to leave the hospital to get fucked in the chief surgeon’s office, yet here you both were.

“Z-Zayne-!” You cried as his cock hit a special spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back. His large palms grip your ass, guiding you up and down on his length. He hushes you, his breath warm against your neck, “We wouldn’t want the others overhearing you getting this special treatment, now would we?”

“Are you close, my love?” He whispers, adding pressure to your nipples to stimulate your orgasm to come faster and harder. You whimper, arching your back as he continues to pound into your cunt, eager to meet his own release with yours.

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Patient! Zayne x Doctor! Reader

It was a long and exhausting shift for him. what’s a better way to come home to his lovely partner to come take care of him and his needs?

He's practically melting in your touch the moment he gets home, letting you do whatever you want too him, just please don't tease him.

tags: zayne receiving

“Luckily for you, I have the perfect medicine for that,” You grin mischievously, removing yourself from his lap while his hands instinctively reach for you, sliding away as if he already missed your touch.

He quirked a brow, eyeing your movement. “And what do you plan to do, doc-tor?” Drawing out the last word with a teasing whisper.

“Just sit back,” You slip between his legs, his legs opening to welcome you. You reached for his belt, unbuckling them before unbuttoning his pants. He lets out a breathy chuckle, lifting his hips to allow you to pull them down. “and let me take care of you.”

You looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, your hand pumping the base of his cock while you tried your best to fit the rest of his length inside of your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, earning an embarrassing whine escaping his lips.

Your hand starts stroking his cock faster, and he could feel you switch from darting your tongue across his leaking slit to closing your lips around his tip and sucking to your heart’s content. Your pacing was quickening and his knuckles were turning white as he fists onto the cushions of the couch for his dear life.

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Cooking/ Baking Role Play

Your lover, the sweet tooth, would stay extra late to help you clean up the kitchen but he can't help but get a quick taste before doing so.

tags: slight food play ? zayne a feen for ur boobs

He joins your lips and wraps his arms around your waist to help pull you up on the kitchen table. His tongue dances in sync with yours while his hands travel up and up under your shirt before fully taking it off. He lets out a lowly breath at the sight of your hardened nipples, pinching them and receiving a filthy moan from you. Pushing you down gently on the table, he hovers over you, thinking about all the things he could do.

With a quick swipe of his finger, he scoops up the leftover whipped cream and places the cold substance on your neck. His tongue traces and tastes the curve of your neck, making you arch your back, begging to feel more of him.

He continues placing more of the cream down further your neck to your collarbone and down to the valley of your breasts. His tongue follows the trail he makes and places a couple needy kisses further down.

Reaching towards your breaths, he grabs them gently while his thumbs rub against your hardened nipples and are replaced by his lips.

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Tutor! Zayne x Med Student! Reader

credit for this concept!: @deusfoundry ᯓᡣ𐭩

Nothing seemed to help you grasp this topic, so he knew he needed to come up with a different approach to make it stick.

tags: reader receiving, p in v, fingering

He grips waist, marking you, using you as stability to thrust into you just a bit more deeper. You’re both covered in sweat and saliva and you feel hot. Your head is spinning while your heart pounds in your chest. You don’t know how many rounds it has been and you don’t know how many questions he’ll keep up.

He reaches under you, brushing your sensitive clit with his fingers, rubbing and working you up as he plows right into you. “And what is this?”

“C-Clit-” His warm breath fans against the skin of your neck, holding your bare sticky back to his chest. “That’s it,” He coos, reaching his free hand to your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index.

“And this?”

“M-mammary papilla...” You stammer as he groans into your ear, “Good girl,”

Rafayel:

Art Teacher! Rafayel x Student! Reader

watching your boyfriend teach little kids how to paint was an adorable site to watch. After they’ve all gone home, it was just the two of you alone in the art room where it becomes a private lesson between the two of you. You're his student and he’s your teacher, teaching you things like ceramics to sketches to painting your face white.

tags: fingering, p in v

“And this is called a wet on wet brush stroke.” A soft tone yet a mischievous glint plays in his eyes. Of course he chooses this stroke for this next topic.

He hums, resting his chin on your shoulder while watching you struggle to paint. His free hand slips down your skirt to massage your clit, preparing you for his entrance. A quiet whimper escapes your lips, trying your best to focus but you knew him well enough to realize he wouldn’t make this so easy for you.

He licks his fingers and inserts them into you again, gently stretching you out while you instinctively lean back into him.

“Something on your mind, cutie?” His hot breath fans against your neck as he leans in closer, tilting his head on your shoulder to catch a glimpse of your reaction, clearly amused on how you’re trying so hard to keep yourself composed.

“R-Raf....” He feels your hands tremble against his as he gently guides yours across the canvas. A playful smirk spreads across his lips at the sound of your stutter.

His free hand that was previously on your clit slips up to your sweater, gently kneading your breasts before giving your nipple a light squeeze. He’s slowly pushing into you, burning slightly but disappears into complete pleasure.

He clicks his tongue, watching you fumble the brushstroke. “It seems my pupil is distracted again. Should I remind you what happens when you don’t pay attention?”

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Artist! Rafayel x Muse! Reader

You always try to help Raf with his paintings. Whether it was helping him take art supplies to the beach or coming alone with him to travel to new places to get inspiration or being his nude model

Rafayel steps closer to you, his height towering over you. He reaches out with his free hand to trace your jawline, ever so delicately and longing. He murmurs sweet praises, memorizing the angles of your face and how he could possibly recreate it on a canvas.

“Beautiful.” He whispers, his thumb swiping your lips to the corner of your mouth. “Art needs to be messy to truly spark creativity. Are you willing to dive into that with me?” You nod, while his other hand pumps his cock, glossing it over with his precum.

“Go ahead,”

He lets his eyelids flutter shut as he focuses on the movements you made. The way your tongue rubs the underside of his cock, and how your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth.

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Servant! Rafayel x Royalty! Reader

tags: reader receiving

“I serve you, master” He draws out the last words with a low tone, each syllable dripping with the intention of arousal. He gently grasped your hand, bringing it to rest against his cheek.

“I only serve you.” He nuzzles against your hand, keeping his gaze locked on you.

“Show me,” You whisper, your hands tightening on him while your eyes are filled with desire and curiosity. “Prove it to me that I’m the only one.” He smirks, giving your knuckles one last kiss before sliding off your lap, never removing his gaze on yours.

A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he kisses your knuckles one last time before sliding off your lap. “If that’s your wish.” His nebula eyes locked onto yours as he settled between your legs.

He places a soft kiss on your clothed core, the dampness clearly evident. His lips travel down your thighs, peppering small kisses and small licks while fluttering his long lashes at you before moving back up to where you wanted him the most.

“Please Raf...” You whine, your fingers tangling with his soft locks. “Please what, master? What is it that you need?” He toys with the waistband of your panty, amused when you lift your hips up, practically asking to fully remove them off of you. 

“I only listen when you use your words, master.” He peers up at you from underneath, a cunning grin stretching across his lips, waiting for your command.

“I need you Raf”

His fingers slid beneath your panties. “Here?” He pulls them down, slowly peeling the thin material from your pussy down to your legs. “Or is this better?” He lifts his gaze from your crying core, mouth just inches away from you. Your eyes clenched shut as you nod.

Dragging along a maddening lick across your pussy, hitting each and every nerve you possess, earning cries of desired pleasure flooded your system.

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Bandit! Rafayel x Princess! Reader

It has been hours days since you both have spent time together and he misses you dearly. With a mischievous plan, he dresses up and sneaks into your home to take you away.

tags: slight knife play but no gore or blood is drawn, only used for anticipation

The candles flicker to life, casting a warm glow through your entire room. You catch sight of your lover, sitting by the bay window where he playfully flips a familiar dagger in his hand.

“I’ve been waiting for you, your highness,” His voice teases and with a swift motion, he removes his mask, revealing a smirk. He tucks the dagger away, approaching you slowly.

“Raf?...I-What are you doing here?” You stammer in surprise as he gently cups your face, his gaze lowering to meet yours. “I’ve come to take what belongs to me.”

“And how do you intend on doing that?” He lets out a breathy chuckle as he pulls out his dagger, causing you to swallow nervously.

He gently glides the tip of the dagger along your shirt, tearing the fabric open and making sure that it doesn’t come in contact with your skin.

Sylus:

Boss! Sylus x Subordinate! Reader

Your lover has been busy with work in your own shared home and yet you miss him and his touch so much.

You knock gently on his office door in your shared home, hearing a muffled ‘come in’ from your lover on the other side of the room. As you enter, he looks up with a warm smile before returning his attention to the paperwork scattered before him on his desk. “Sweetie, do you need something?”

You step into the room, wearing one of his long sleeves that was way oversized on you. You were there to remind him about something but seeing him like this makes you lose your train of that thought entirely. Replacing your original intentions with a new wave of something else in mind.

“You’ve been busy lately, boss,” you purred. “I’ve barely seen you....” You trailed off, biting your bottom lip as you settled yourself on his lap.

He lets out a huff of a chuckle, looking up at you and placing a hand on your back. “Ah, is my subordinate looking for trouble again?”

-

His office was filled with faint echoes of your lips smacking and shuffling of bodies on his office chair. His kisses were slow and passionate, something you’ve missed while he was busy. He pulls away to admire your disheveled state he made of you. Your hair messed up, your clothes wrinkled and a couple purple marks that he left on your neck to your chest.

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Interrogator! Sylus x Suspect! Reader

You have been taking things from Sylus to gain his attention but it seems like your plan worked a little too well for you.

tags: reader receiving, fingering

“I see my kitten has learned how to swipe things from me lately. He says, leaning casually against the doorframe of your shared bedroom, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I would never take anything from you Sy.” You reply, avoiding his gaze. He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle and pushes himself away from the door, approaching you. Before you can even think to escape, he uses his evol to pin you in place on the bed, his frame hovering over you.

“I’m giving you one last chance to confess, sweetie.”

You squirm against his evol, even though it’s no use. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You protest, earning a scoff from him. Crimson swirls around your body, making you sit up against the headboard and in one swift motion, he cuffs both of your hands to the frame.

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I do an inspection?” 

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“Sy-Sylus...!” You beg, your voice now hoarse.

“Nothing seems to be in here...” He pumps his fingers harder, earning an eye-roll of pleasure from you that he finds pleasure in. Your thighs are spread out on the bed, while he’s knuckle deep. Curling his slender fingers up into a gummy spot that only he knows that makes you shudder. 

He’s so much bigger than you, in any way. His fingers reach so much deeper than yours and so much more harder.

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Masseuse! Sylus x Massage Client! Reader

one way or another you'll lose stress

tags: reader receiving, fingering

Gently he removes the towel and pulls it down just above your ass. You can feel the tips of his fingers dance across the canvas of your bare back as if he’s mapping you out. “You’re still tense, sweetie.”

Your eyes roll back the moment you feel him working on the knotted muscles of your neck. He makes his way down your back, curving his hand as you become putty on the bed, earning a deflated moan from you.

“Am I that good?” He chuckles, his fingers tracing down a line to your waist and hips. “That’s what I like to hear anyway.” If you’re lucky, he might not even notice the wet patch of arousal on your panties.

His hands glide over to the curve of your ass, the towel completely pulled down. Spoke too soon. Slowly, his palm feels the roundness of your cheeks, constantly swapping between each cheek.

With a wicked grin, he eyes the wet patch but he keeps you anticipating. His eyes never leave your crying cunt, licking his lips hungrily as he travels up your legs. Sylus murmurs sweet nothings as he caresses each swipe, threatening to creep closer and closer to your cunt.

With one swift motion, he removes your panty down your legs. “You’re so wet,” He groans, two fingers slipping up and down your slit and shifting his attention between your sensitive bud. His touch remains soft yet stimulating. Your back arches while your ass lifts higher to feel more of his hand.

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Master! Sylus x Maid! Reader

You knew you shouldn’t have made such a bold bet against Sylus after pathetically losing so many times at Kitty Cards. Now here you are meeting your own consequences, wearing a maid costume and cat ears?

tags: reader receiving, fingering, p in v eventually but i tease that hehe

“My, don’t you look adorable,” He stands behind you, his height towering over your reflection in the mirror. You catch his gaze through the glass, a teasing smirk playing on his lips that makes it clear he’s enjoying this

He loves how the short skirt compliments your figure. It was small enough that if you bent over, he would get a full view of your lace panties. His eyes lowered to the frills and the lace that sat on your chest, smirking on how the kitty ears are placed on the top of your head.

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“Look at yourself.” His hand cups your cheek, gently pushing it to where the mirror was standing. Your face becomes flushed at seeing your disheveled state. “Naughty girl. Don’t look away.” A playful smirk curls on his slips as you writhe against his hold, slightly tossing your head aside to give him an easier opportunity to leave more wet kisses on your neck.

“You’re doing so well for me, did you know that sweetie?” Sylus proceeds to slowly rub your clit, waiting for a pleasant reaction. He continues, stroking and rubbing at your clit in such delicious patterns, preparing you for his lengthy entrance.

[carooosa]

Pleasurable Feelings

Word count: 900 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Astarion x Tav/Reader Warnings: 18+, mutual masturbation, soft dom Astarion AO3 link: Pleasurable Feelings

Summary: After the tiefling party, you're pent up and decide to please yourself, not aware of the vampire that lurks nearby.

It had been a few days after the tiefling party – a few days after your night with Astarion. He had always made flirtatious remarks here and there, but after that night those remarks seemed to multiply tenfold. He would find ways to subtly touch your back or whisper sweet nothings into your ear. 

His new attention to you had spurred mixed feelings to develop. You convinced yourself that you were merely still aroused by that night and needed to let off some steam. After that, you would surely get over this little crush you had. You waited until nightfall and the rest of your companions had fallen asleep. Astarion had fed on some bandits earlier today, so surely he wouldn’t need to feed on you tonight. 

As you settle on your bedroll, you think back to that night with Astarion. How he had pleased your body. He had treated you like royalty, catering to your every need. Whenever you would try to please him, he had brushed you off. He said that the night was all about you and that you could take care of him at another time. 

You weren’t sure when exactly there would be free time for another midnight rendezvous, and quite frankly you weren’t sure having another would bode well with your complicated feelings. So, you resolve to take care of yourself. You begin masturbating, thinking of his hands on your body, his voice in your ear. And his scent, his lovely scent. You feel as if you can smell it clearly now, enveloping your senses as you moan your lover's name.

“Yes, love?” Astarion says with a smirk on his face as he stands at the entrance to your tent. 

Your eyes jolt open. You can’t even begin to imagine how utterly debauched you look to him, your clothes flung off to the side and your underwear at your ankles. Your bra is pushed off to the side as you grasp your breast in one hand, the other hand stimulating your clit while curling two of your fingers inside you. Sweat is dripping down your body and your tent is suffocating with the scent of your arousal.

“No need to stop for me,” Astarion says as he saunters over to you. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes that causes a rush of heat to pool in your core. You stay still, unsure of his intentions. He tuts, “You need to finish what you’ve started.” He kneels beside you as one of his hands works its way over to your hand that’s still inside you, before gently placing his hand over yours. He pushes your fingers deeper inside and you let out a moan.

He begins to pump both your fingers and his inside of you. He leans down toward your chest to place soft kisses over your body, nipping at your skin in between each kiss. He slowly moves his way up to your bare breast and begins to lick the nipple. You buck your hips forward, and he growls, pushing you back down onto your bedroll. He sucks on your nipple, staring directly into your eyes.

“Keep touching yourself, my love,” he projects into your mind with the tadpole. 

You shakily start to grope your other breast again, breathy moans escaping you. He lightly bites down on the tit in his mouth, his tongue flicking your nipple at the same time. You feel yourself on the precipice right as he quickly moves away from you. 

“Keep going,” he commands. You continue to touch your body as you watch him hastily strip off his trousers and boxers, his length fully erect from helping you please yourself. He kneels back down beside you, grasping his cock in his hands. 

He begins to pump. “Look me in the eyes, Tav.” You stare at his cock, transfixed at the way he’s furiously tugging, watching as precum beads at the tip. 

“I said, look me in the eyes,” he growls, his voice slightly strained. You quickly glance up at him, panting heavily as you begin to reach your peak again. As your legs shake, your eyes automatically close. You feel and hear Astarion move on top of you, straddling your stomach. He presses his forehead into yours as he commands, yet again. 

“Look me in the eyes when you cum. Think only of me as your ecstasy overwhelms you.” 

With what little concentration you can muster, you open your eyes right as your body releases. You’re gasping for air, and Astarion takes that as a chance to shove his tongue into your mouth, kissing you passionately as he tightens his grip on his cock, pumping faster than before. His free hand finds your breast and he pinches your sensitive nipple. You moan into his mouth and buck your hips up, pushing him over the edge. His kissing slows as he cums over your body. When he’s done, he releases your mouth with a sigh. 

“Good Tav,” he whispers as he kisses your ear lobe. You can’t help but whimper, knowing full well that this exchange has only complicated your feelings towards the vampire even more.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Anyway, I just saw this video of a guy walking in on his roommate taking a bath with a raccoon, and I just had this image in my head.

Steve went over to the Munsons' new house to hang out with Eddie. He knocked at first, but no one answered. He knew Eddie was home. He tried the door, and it was unlocked.

"Eddie?"

"In here!" Eddie hollered.

He wasn't sure what to expect when he went into the bathroom, but it wasn't Eddie taking a bath with a raccoon.

"What?"

"Oh, yeah, I rescued a raccoon! Poor little guy got in the flour. Kids, am I right?" Eddie scoffed.

"Okay, but I don't think it was necessary to get into the bath with him," Steve said.

He was relieved to see that Eddie was wearing swim trunks.

"I know it wasn't necessary," Eddie said. "I think he wants you to say hi. Don't worry. I took him to the vet. Clean Bill of Health, and he's had all his shots. Let him sniff your hand."

"Okay. . ."

Steve reached over and let him sniff his hand. He slowly started to pet him, and he smiled when the raccoon leaned into his hand.

"Aww, I think he wants you to be his mommy," Eddie said.

"I'm a man," Steve said.

"A man can be a mom if he wants to. Get with the times! It's 1986, man! Besides, they're all just made-up words. You can call things whatever you want to. For instance, I call spoons forks and forks spoons now. Does it piss Wayne off a little when I ask him for them? Yes. Does he love me a little less for it? Probably. I'm still his nephew, though," Eddie said.

"Jesus."

"No, Eddie," he grinned.

"How can someone be this adorable and this annoying at the same time?" Steve asked.

"If I didn't know any better, I think you wanted to be more than just my boyfriend," Eddie said.

"I'm your boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, you're my friend, and you're a boy. You're my boyfriend," Eddie said.

"Have you just been calling me that in your head?" Steve asked.

"It sounded good to me," Eddie said.

"Do you call your other guy friends your boyfriend?" He asked.

"No, that would be weird," Eddie scoffed.

"But not weird with me?" Steve asked.

"Nope!"

Steve giggled and knelt by the tub. He grabbed the back of Eddie's neck and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. He pulled back and watched Eddie's eyes light up in realization, his cheeks pink.

"Oh, yeah. That makes more sense," Eddie said, and he kissed Steve. "You know, this tub is big enough for the both of us."

Steve was now in the bathtub, stripped down to his boxers as he and Eddie bathed a raccoon.

"By the way, I'm not telling Robin that this is how we got together," Steve said.

"Yes, you are. You're going to tell her every single detail, and you're going to love every moment of it," Eddie cackled. "What shall we name our son, mother?"

"Hmm," Steve said thoughtfully. "Dustin!"

"It shall piss off Dustin the First mightily so! Yes!"

"And let's get him a little hat!"

"Let's!"

And when he told Robin the story of Eddie and the raccoon, she laughed so hard she fell off the couch. And she finally did meet raccoon Dustin, she became smitten. . . Mostly to use him whenever human Dustin pissed her off. She would always declare that this was her favorite Dustin.

And so, they lived strangely ever after. . .

THE EN . . . Fuck, Raccoon Dustin ran off with the d. Him and his little bandit hands. 😑

[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ ace. affen. affie. aidi. airendale. akita. aksaray. alano. alex. alfie. amarok. amaruq. annie. apollo. archie. arianell. aries. armant. artemis. artois. ash. asher. aurora. badulf. bailey. bandit. barbet. bardou. barkley. basenji. bear. beau. bella. beowulf. biewer. blue. bluey. bolt. boris. boxer. brad. brenard. brittany. brutus. bud. buddie. buddy. buster. buttercup. buzz. cailean. cain. cairn. caleb. canaan. cane. canid. canis. carlo. carol. catellus. celeste. charles. charlie. chase. chewie. chip. cliff. clifford. coco. collie. conall. conan. conell. cooper. daciana. daisy. dale. darwin. dash. daxie. dexter. diana. dire. dixie. duke. dylan. echo. emory. eros. eskie. ester. fang. fenrir. fido. finn. ford. fox. frankie. ghan. glen. gold. gordon. gray. grey. griffon. grim. grimmwolf. hamilton. harley. havana. hero. hound. howl. hunter. indie. indy. jack. joey. kai. kaleb. kalev. kelpie. ken. kerry. kibble. kibs. kit. lady. leo. leon. llewelyn. lola. lowell. lucine. lucy. luna. lupin. lyall. lyca. lycro. lycus. mace. maisie. mal. malinois. marley. max. mia. miles. milo. mingan. mob. molly. mudd. mutt. nala. night. noire. noiresse. noirette. nova. nugget. nyx. oliver. ollie. orion. oscar. paxton. peach. pebble. phoebe. picard. pila. pluto. poppy. puff. pup. ralph. randelle. randy. red. redd. reika. remus. rex. rhys. riley. rocky. rolfo. roman. romulus. rosie. rover. rowdy. roxie. roxy. ruby. rudy. ruff. rufus. ruppell. russel. russell. sadie. scottie. scout. scruff. scruffy. selena. shep. shepard. shepherd. silver. sophie. spike. spitz. spot. stafford. star. stella. stick. storm. stormy. suki. teddy. terry. tiger. tosa. venerie. walker. will. wolf. wolfgang. zev. zip. zoey.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canid/canidae. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. lup/lup. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. silv/silver. slob/slober. snap/snap. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. 🌳. 🎾. 🐕. 🐕‍🦺. 🐩. 🐶. 🐺. 🐾. 🐿. 🔆. 🥎. 🦮. 🦴. 🧸.

[scribeofmorpheus]

18+ short | Miguel O’Hara

"Ease into it" - Miguel O’hara x OC Althea Temple

Content Warning: 18+ VIEWER’S DISCRETION. PTA-meeting eye candy Miguel?; smut; pretty much the staple progression of foreplay to swooning (this chapter belongs to the series: Infinitely More) Words: 2.3k read on ao3 | Infinitely More

TRANSL: ¡Maldita sea! Has hecho un desastre con mi escritorio... ¿No es así? ¡Puedo saborearte en el aire!: "Dammit! You've made a mess of my desk... haven't you? I can taste you in the air!"

***

Miguel had been prepared to spend the rest of his afternoon counting down the hours until he could log off his computer, turn off all notifications to his email and distract himself with a few laps at the pool until Aly got off shift.

It had been a tiresome month for her. Her time off since the accident had rewired her clock. Sticking to routine became harder for her, and the expectation that she could simply jump right back into work as though she’d never left was a foolhardy one.

Going from doing 6k steps a day on average to busting her ass at the hospital, increasing her daily step count to 20k+ was just the start of it.

There were the late nights. The out-of-synch sleep-work schedules. Missed PTA meetings at Hope’s new school—not that Miguel minded stepping in for her, the soccer moms were easily distracted by a well-timed smile and tactfully chosen tight shirts. Hope actually preferred it when Miguel picked her up from school. They’d sometimes take scenic routes back to the apartment, sneaking ice cream before dinner, making impromptu stops at the planetarium or science museums when they both needed an excuse to put off doing their chores.

But, as much as Miguel enjoyed their new dynamic—their new apartment and calm ever-after—he also missed Aly. He missed watching cheesy reruns of her favourite TV show. He missed cooking with her. He missed date night and heavy make-out sessions on the couch when they’d have the apartment to themselves.

And, from the state of how easily riled up he was, the ache radiating through him as he stood under the gym showers, cold water steaming from the heat roiling off his tense muscles, he missed being able to satiate his baser urges.

His mind kept conjuring the contour of her waist under his grip, the shine of her hips as they snaked around his midriff, the rhythm her breasts would fall into when his thrust would grow even, her mouth parted in an O…

God! He turned the faucet to the coldest level. He was getting hard.

Not feeling like the gym showers were the most accommodating of locations, Miguel cut his shower short, conditioner still weighing his hair down as he ran the towel through his hair.

As he worked his way into his boxers, he was painstakingly aware of how much heavier he felt straining against the white cotton. Fuck. He swallowed his sweet venom and grumbled as he was instantly reminded of his late start to breakfast a few days earlier.

Aly had been on her period—a situation that made his current predicament so much worse; Aly was always more… catty when she was on her period. Easily riled. Restless through midnight. The bane to his big spoon when she’d grind against him.

To make up for it—or possibly to satiate her own desire to see him wrecked and covered in sweat—Aly had given him a toe-curling orgasm with her mouth. Her throat opening up to swallow as much as she could before his cum splattered onto her bare chest.

Maybe a run was in order.

 Just as he was about to untangle his jeans from his legs, a message popped up on his watch.

NARWHAL: HEY THERE, BANDIT! I HAVE FANTASTIC NEWS… GINA AGREED TO COVER MY SHIFT. NARWHAL: HOPE’S SLEEPING OVER AT BREA’S. WE HAVE THE APARTMENT TO OURSELVES… NARWHAL: ARE YOU ALONE?

A sudden dryness overcame his mouth as he tried to swallow the influx of sweet, sweet venom.

With a controlled breath, Miguel hastily backed his gym back, tied his shoelaces and leaned across the bench, peeking to see if there was anyone around.

Dead silence.

Heart hammering wildly, he typed: YES.

NARWHAL: GOOD…

The three dots kept dancing on his screen as he waited for her to finish the text, but then a video file loaded in the chat. The audio symbol was slashed in the top right corner. Thank fuck! No audio.

His hands were trembling when he pressed play, and then he nearly ruptured a blood vessel when he watched the video.

Aly had slipped into a dark, lacey lingerie slip dress. The camera panned from her collarbone to her nipples, lingering by the tattoo on her ribs before dipping to her bellybuttom, and then lower… zooming into the red cord that tickled her inner thigh.

He knew what that cord was attached to.

Hidden under her dress, buried inside her, were two Ben Wa balls. She’d ordered them after reading a foreplay article centred on “adjusting to size easier”.

He couldn’t tell if she stretched easier after removing them, but he knew she was always soaked. More of a friction chaser.

“Volviéndome loco.…” he cursed into the empty space, somewhat ashamed he considered working one out right then and there.  

Furiously, he typed: DON’T MOVE AN INCH. I’M ON MY WAY HOME.

He could instantly sense her in their apartment. Her body heat, her shallow panting, the way her scent permeated the air despite the scented candles she’d lit.

When he opened the door and tossed his jacket onto the couch, he could all but taste her.

“Althea…” he said her name devoutly.

“I…” she sucked in a breath, her voice quivering from inside his office. “I’ve been waiting…”

He pulled down his zipper, all but moaning when he finally got free of the rough material. Aly was poised at his desk, glasses on, legs crossed. Her panties were rumpled carelessly at the base of the desk. He could see the spot she’d soaked through from the doorway.

“I figured it’s been a while…” she pulled one strap of her dress over her shoulder, “since I wore lace for you… mi amor.”

His shirt got tangled with his elbows, his body automatically gravitating towards her until his thigh bumped the desk.

Aly laughed, placing her hands over his wrists, “Here, let me help you get free.”

“Please,” he begged, parking himself by her knees. “¡Maldita sea! Has hecho un desastre con mi escritorio... ¿No es así? ¡Puedo saborearte en el aire!”

Suddenly, Aly stopped untangling his shirt, her fingers tracing slow paths to his chest, circling his hard nipples. “You could lap it clean if you like…”

He turned wolfish. And even though she couldn’t see him grin, from the ungodly noise that escaped his throat, she was well aware he was all on board.

He ripped his shirt, freeing his hands, and then he was on his knees, prying her legs apart and drawing her flush to the edge of the desk. His suspicion had been correct. A thick ropey line traced an arc between her swollen clit and the pool of slick on his desk.

He closed his eyes as the scent grew several degrees more intense. He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t end up seeing the back of his skull, how far back his eyes rolled as he stuck out his tongue and covered her cunt with his mouth.

His tongue was obscured from pushing past her entrance by the Ben Wa balls, but he discovered a new pro: he could bite down on the cord and pull, only slightly, denying her the stretch that she so eagerly wanted.

She fisted his hair, screaming “Yes! Fuck! Miguel… Oh, your tongue is so hot.” She egged him on, snaking her hips and digging her heels into his back.

He could barely breathe he was buried so deep, but god he wouldn’t have minded going out by suffocation. His cock jutted, reminding him he was still palpably hard. His veins dilated to bursting. His balls so full. So much of himself to give her. So much to fill her with. And not enough of the night.

As he started to rise to his feet, he kept his jaw clenched on the cord between her legs, inching out the balls from inside her. Her legs shook with each tug, her body turning to a ragdoll, limbs heavy and mewling noises too delicious to even consider keeping hushed.

The first ball was stubborn, but once it popped free, the second followed easily, pulling ropes of slick that had been unable to escape her.

No thought about it, he was back on his knees, drinking her up, lapping savagely until she begged him to make her cum. With vigour, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked feverishly as he plunged two fingers into her cunt and started to finger fuck her. Sloppy, wet, squelching, he had to cup his own tip to keep from spilling too much of himself on the floor. She had been devious. She deserved every drop. Every. Single. Drop.

“Miguel! Miguel! Miguel! Mig—” she gasped, her thighs pressing tightly around his ears till all he could hear was the thunder of her blood rushing through her veins as she came on his face.

Her ankles unlocked after a few breaths; his hearing still entranced with her heart. Struggling to keep his breathing even, he pulled free and readjusted their position.

 He slapped his cock onto her cunt, placing his hands under her knees, and locking her ankles together until her thighs formed a nice closing around his cock.

“My turn,” he said, biting back the urge to ram forward like a mindless animal and pleasure himself on her thighs, cock rubbing against her eager opening.

“All yours,” she mooned. “Every inch. Take everything! Give me every inch of you.”

Shit! He seized his thrusts, angling his tip to her entrance. “Whatever you desire!” And then he entered her.

“It’s okay, mi vida… just like that—Yes! Mmm, I know you can stretch a little more for me… just a bit more,” he couldn’t help but let the slick of his venom pass into her through the rough kiss. He hadn’t shaved in a while, his scruff prickly, causing Aly’s body to vibrate with laughter, bucking and writhing, her thighs and lower back working in opposition. She yearned to relax as he pressed himself deeper and deeper, but she was also ticklish, despite being ravished well and good by his deft tongue. He plunged farther into her mouth as he felt his cock grow warmer inside her divine wetness. “Fuuuuuuck. Aly… so slick—Hmmgh! God, just a little more. Almost… fully… inside… you. Hhnnggg, there… look at you, so pretty, so full…” he traced his palm to her belly, felt himself strain against her there, his cock fully sheathed, balls deep. He looked down at her face, giving her an appraising smirk, this impossible sensation of holding something coveted and all his… it made him leak cum into her undulating cunt, her walls clenching down with intent. “Taking everything inside you like the good girl you are, fuck. I’ve missed you.”

She raked her fingers through the silver of his hair, rubbing deliciously at the base of his skull. “You saw me at breakfast.”

He bit down on her neck, his venom slicking her skin, making her moan, her eyes rolling back, heavy-lidded. He took the opportunity to drive her dangerously close to the edge and rutted forward, anchoring his weight on the balls of his feet, causing the bed to creak in protest, the headboard knocking against the wall.

Aly gushed. And not just in the cute way the blush of her skin would kiss her collarbone, her thighs, her belly… Sno, it didn’t stop there. A torrent of warmth meandered out of her cunt as he pulled back, entranced by the scent of their sex. Driven to absolute madness by the copper taste of her on his lips. The sound of her moaning as he slammed forward, the tip of his cock sensitive and unguarded by his foreskin as it hit her walls with slip, and that tantalising resistance of her body still adjusting to his size.

“Don’t play coy, car amia,” he commanded, secretly hoping she’d refuse to listen. “I know how to unravel you like I was the very thing that wove you together. I know how to make you beg.”

She smiled, her hand reaching between their joined bodies to grasp his throbbing cock with a menacing grip.

“Don’t pretend as though I didn’t have you whimpering into my pillow the other morning,” she swallowed loudly, licking her lips as if ravished, as if she could practically taste his cock in that instant. She began to pump her hand against him. Long, slow, firm strokes that made him eke out a strangled groan. She sighed contentedly when the sound of her hand fucking him turned lewd, precum glistening on her palm. “It seems we both know how to play coy, I’m just a better brat.”

He bit down on his lip, the pillowcase tearing as his claws inched out. Control was beginning to become a suggestion.

“Then this is the point where I punish you, isn’t it?” he cocked a brow and she shuddered. Then he lifted her off the desk and sat himself in his large leather chair, never disconnecting them. “Too bad… looks like you’ll have to fuck me.”

Aly was speechless for a second, taken aback, pouting at the responsibility of having to be the power driver of their pleasure train. Lord knows her muscles weren’t up to the task, given his inhuman endurance. But watching her face go from bratty to shocked did make him swell with pride… and other parts.

She bit back a moan as she worked her legs through the chair’s armrests, planting her weight on her toes and circling her arms around his neck for leverage.

“I’m going to make you squirm, O’Hara…” she threatened.

“I’d like to see you tr—”

She slammed down onto his cock, making him gasp. Her whole body shook, slapping against his hard one.  

Maybe his endurance wasn’t so inhuman after all.

“You were saying?” she smirked, sucking on the shell of his ear.

He threaded his fingers through her curls, unruly and thick from the humid air in the room. Using his nose to paint a line from throat to ear, he whispered: “I love you.”

***

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[tightjeansjavi]

blue jeans n’Texas dreams | part 14

“Against all odds honey, we’re the big door prize” 𓃗

Pre! Outbreak/no! Outbreak Joel × horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: since horse dad! Joel lives rent free in all of our minds, I decided to dedicate my writing time to pumping out another chapter for y’all 🩷

~word count: 10.2k~

Summary: early mornings, rainy afternoons, board games and laughter all around. Could anything possibly go wrong?

Warnings: smut, protective p in v (wrap it kids) 69 action, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, ass play, fingering (m receiving) consent, healthy discussion around sex/intimacy, doggystyle against the window, some choking, use of the word cockslut but not in a derogatory way, topics of trauma around past relationships for both Joel and the reader, pranks, nerf gun war, mentions of drinking, angst at the end, overwhelming emotions, fear, anxiety, overthinking, mentions of co-parenting, Joel has a bit of a freak out, Tommy to the rescue, ends on a cliffhanger (soz) reader has no physical description, readers nickname is clover because you’re Joel’s lucky charm, no age gap (Joel is 34 clover is 30) (+18) minors dni!

blue jeans playlist:

When Joel returned back inside to the kitchen after gathering up yours and his discarded clothing along the dock, he was met with Tommy’s still smirking face leaning back against the countertop. “Not a word. Ya hear me? You didn’t see nothin.’” Joel muttered under his breath as he strode past him.

Tommy chuckled with a shake of his head as he pushed himself off the side of the countertop. “Mhm. Whatever you say, big brother.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath as he softly padded back down the hall and up the stairs. It was still fairly early and the sun wasn’t visible due to some overcast, and he could hear some low rumbling of thunder along the lake. Early morning storms were his personal favorites and now even more so because he got to share them with you.

He used his shoulder to gently press open the bedroom door. He was met with your gentle, soft sleeping face with your cheek squished into the pillow. The comforter was lightly draped across your body, hanging loose over your lower back. He softly closed the door behind him and set yours and his clothes on top of his duffel bag before he returned to the bedside. He leaned down, ghosting his lips across the dip between your shoulder blades, languidly kissing your skin with the utmost tender affection.

“Mmm.” You hummed, voice sticky with sleep.

Your arms stretched forward as you wrapped them around the pillow. You could feel him smiling against your skin as his lips found their way to your forehead and cheek.

“Get back into bed.” You softly requested, eyes still closed.

“Missed me that much already?” He mused as he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, watching with adoration as your whole face scrunched up from his touch.

“Maybe…” You were already subconsciously grasping the comforter, lifting it slightly as an invitation.

“S’okay, honey bun. You can tell me that ya missed me a little.” He softly teased as he padded back around to his side of the bed and discarded himself of his boxer briefs before he climbed under the covers. He immediately was wrapping himself around your body, looping his arms around your waist as his legs tangled with yours.

“A little..don’t let it get to your head though, okay?” You nuzzled your cheek further into the pillow as your body relaxed into his warmth, melting into his arms like putty. “Where’d you wander off to anyway?”

“I would never. Had to piss and then went downstairs. Tommy is awake and he pointed out our clothes scattered about on the dock. Unfortunately, I think a pack of raccoons stole your bra and panties.”

“Are you serious?” you softly grumbled.

“Deadly.”

“What a bunch of bandits. You’re sure it was raccoons, baby?”

“Are you accusin’ me of stealin’ your undergarments honey? Cus’ I would never. I’m a gentleman after all.” He nuzzled his cheek into the side of your neck. You could feel his patchy beard lightly tickling your skin.

“I might be..” you held in a soft giggle. “It’s got your name written all over it, hun. If you wanted a pair of my bra and panties, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Mmm. You’re filthy.” He cooed.

“Only for you.”

“Really know how to get your man all riled up in the mornin’, hmm?” He purred against your skin as his lips began to leave light kisses to the sliver of skin below your ear.

“It comes naturally to me I suppose.” You were grinning into the soft fabric of the pillow. “I do wish you were still sleeping..”

“Why’s that?” He gravelly inquired as the pads of his fingertips gently pressed against your hips as he trailed them slowly up your torso.

“I wanted you to wake up to the image of your cock shoved down my throat..”

Your Texas tall glass of water let out a surprised grunt, blowing a hot puff of air against the shell of your ear. “Fuck. Really? You wanted to wake me up with a blowie? Fuck me. I can always..pretend to be asleep? Jus’ so you can live out your dirty little fantasy.” He suggested.

���You're already awake though baby. It wouldn’t be as fun.” He could sense a pout spreading across your lips so he did what any good boyfriend would do, he let his hand slowly creep up the valley of your bare breasts to your chin where he then gently twisted your head to the side so his lips could meet yours.

“I’m real good at playin’ pretend. Trust me on this one honey pie.” His lips brushed your own as his thumb gently dragged across your cheekbone. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

“Mmm..” you hummed into the kiss, turning your body completely so you were facing him now. “I think I have an even better idea..”

“Oh? Now I am intrigued to hear what is better than you waking me up with a blowjob.” He chuckled. “I’m all ears sweetheart.”

“You’ve ever done 69 before, Miller?” Your hand gently rested upon the middle part of his chest as you eased him onto his back against the pillows. His bare cock twitched slightly under the comforter from the movement.

“You’d be the first, my dear. Y’know I’d never turn down an opportunity to eat your pussy. I’d be a fuckin’ fool if I did.”

Your thighs subconsciously clenched together at his words while your hand slowly slipped below the comforter and wrapped around his half-hard length. “Yeah? I’d be the first? Mmm.. is that what you want then baby? You want to eat my pussy while I suck your cock?” You hummed.

His nostrils flared as he let out a puff of air and a low grunt crawled up his throat. “Fuck. I’m really screwed with you huh?” He was already reaching for your thighs as he pulled you into his lap with ease while you maneuvered yourself into the correct position.

“What can I say, something awakened inside of me last night. You’ve got me absolutely dripping, and you haven’t even touched me yet baby.” You scooted your hips back towards his face slowly.

A smooth, deep chuckle crawled up his throat as he used his free hand to fix the pillows behind his head before his eyes fixated on the way your pussy clenched and quivered around nothing. “Didn’t realize that my words could get ya goin’ so easily. You’re clenchin’ around nothin’ sweetheart. You know how fuckin’ sexy that is? Look at how needy your little pussy is right now. She’s so fuckin’ desperate—Oh.” His teasing warm breath along the seam of your cunt turned into a soft unsuspecting sigh when he felt your wet tongue lick a hot and slow stripe along the veiny side of his cock.

The rain had just begun to softly patter along the windows and roof as Joel used his middle and forefinger to spread your folds as his tongue dove in to lap up your early morning arousal. His cock twitched in your gentle grasp from the sound of a wanton moan slipping past your lips as you slowly sunk your mouth down around him. “Fuck me.” He grunted against you as his tongue paid extra care to your sensitive clit, flicking the bundle of nerves languidly with his lashes fluttered shut. “M’not gonna last long with your sweet fuckin’ mouth around my cock like that darlin.’”

“Don’t care.” You hummed against him as you slowly began to bob your head.

“Atta girl.” He praised you with a mouthful pussy.

It of course didn’t take long for either you or your Texas tall glass of water to hit your first orgasm of the day. He was already reaching for a condom from the box resting along the bedside table as you released your mouth from around his spent cock with a satisfying pop.

Your eyes were equally wild with lust as he coaxed you to turn around in his lap as he slipped his hand down between your bodies and slowly slid the rubber on. “Did ya enjoy yourself honey?” He mused as his freehand rested gently along your cheek. He loved you so much, and you could see the passion twinkling in his warm coffee-colored eyes.

“Mhmm. I did enjoy myself, baby. Did you?” You peppered kisses along his jaw earning a lopsided grin to grace his handsome face. “Absolutely, my darlin.’ I got an idea that I think you’d be into. Mind if I run it by?” His hand that wasn’t resting gently along your cheek was wrapped around the curve of your bare spine.

“Mmm. Lay it on me, Miller. Like you said last night, we have an entire box of condoms to get through.”

“Exactly..so, we’ll start off on the bed.” He responded with a soft hum. “A lazy, slow fuck. Wanna feel every inch of you huggin’ my cock. Then, I wanna take you up against that window ov’there.” He gestured with a suggestive tilt of his chin.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his suggestions. Your once shy, and unsure of himself sticky sweet man, was now turning out to be just as filthy as you were. “Yeah? I love a good lazy early morning fuck. We can go nice and slow. You’re just looking for an excuse to bend me over afterwards huh?”

Joel couldn’t help the heat that was rising to his cheeks. It had been years since the last time he felt comfortable discussing his sexual desires with a partner. It wasn’t that sex before wasn’t necessarily good, he just felt like his past partners never gave him a fair shot to discuss the things that he liked. “Yeah, I uh—wanna see your tits pressed against the glass..and if you’re comfortable with it, I wanna yank your hair a lil..’”

Your lips found their way to his own as you kissed him sweetly. “You can yank on my hair more than just a little. I don’t mind the pain, remember? If you want me to be your little plaything against the window, I would absolutely fucking enjoy that.”

He kissed you back sweetly, breathing out a puff of warm air through his nose as his knuckles gently stroked along your lower back. “So you wouldn’t mind me callin’ you my dirty little cockslut either? Jus’ testin’ the waters out with ya. Wanna know what you’re comfortable with.”

“Fuck no, I wouldn’t mind that all. I think that’s hot. Mmm.. but can you call me your pretty dirty little cockslut? I like the way that sounds more.” You mumbled against his lips. “Your needs and comfort are just as important as my own, okay? Speaking of which..for this lazy fuck, do you want my back pressed against your chest, or with our chests pressed together and legs tangled? I’m good with either one.”

“God, I fuckin’ love you so much.” He blurted out as his lips detached from yours and his strong arms wrapped around your lower back as he hugged you to his chest tightly. “I like the way pretty dirty little cockslut sounds too. Wanna be kissin’ you while I’m fuckin’ you. You know that thing ya did last night? When you were guidin’ my cock? That was so fucking hot..can you do that again, please?”

Your heart skipped a beat when he announced that he loved you. The feeling still hadn’t 100% sunk in after your admittance of feelings last night. “I love you so much, Joel. I just want you to know that we can partake in these conversations whenever we want, okay? Not just about sex, but our intimacy in general. You’re allowed a safe space to express your feelings just as I am.” You pressed a playful kiss to the tip of his nose as he gently rolled you over onto your side. His legs tangled with yours as he held you as close as he physically could. “I could tell you really enjoyed that..of course I can do it again baby.” You softly cooed as you slipped your hand between your nearly connected bodies and gently grasped the heavy weight of his cock in your palm. “Like this baby?” You guided his covered tip to brush between your folds.

“I always feel comfortable talkin’ to you, Clover. Never have I felt uncomfortable once, I promise.” He released a shuddered breath as his forehead rested along yours so he could glance down to see himself slowly slip inside of you. “Jus’ like that, yeah baby. Fuck.” He softly grunted as your never ending warmth accommodated his size as he stretched you open. “Not hurtin’ or nothin’ right? She took a bit of a beatin’ last night..so I wanna be sure.”

In response to his question, your hand that wasn’t presently guiding his cock grabbed ahold of one of his firm asscheeks to spur him forward. “You’re good baby, I promise. Please fuckin’ move, Joel.” You let out a soft moan between your tangled limbs.

He let out a surprised grunt when you grabbed ahold of his ass as he bottomed out completely. “Fuckin’ hell. You really are quite a naughty pretty lil’ thing.” He chuckled.

“Careful what you wish for, baby. A finger might just slip down..” You whispered through the heat of the moment as his hips slowly rolled into yours.

“Wouldn’t mind it if ya did actually. Tommy jus’ so happened to slip a bottle of lube in my bag. S’on the table next to the condoms.” He couldn’t help but take his lower lip between his teeth as he felt your pussy squeeze and flutter around his cock.

“So, you're giving me permission to finger your ass? Well, that wasn’t on my bingo card for the morning but..if that’s what you’d like, I’m all for it.” You softly responded as you released his cheek and reached around the bedside table. When you let out a huff of frustration because you were unable to locate the bottle of lube, Joel was already reaching for the table behind him. Somehow he located the bottle without having to pull away from the current activities and he gingerly placed it in the palm of your awaiting hand.

“I am givin’ you full permission, baby. Jus’ be gentle with me, okay?” He was kissing you now as your thumb pressed open the cap and directed it over his lower back. He let out a surprised hiss at the cooling sensation as it dripped down between his cheeks. “Fuck. Forgot how unnecessarily cold that shit can be.” He mumbled against your lips with a chuckle.

You dipped your finger along his spine gathering up the substance as you dragged it southwards. “Just relax, baby. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

Joel reached for your thigh in a haste as he hooked it around his hip so he could fuck into you slowly at a deeper angle just as your finger slowly circled the rim of his tight hole. He let out a sound you had only once or twice heard slip past his lips. Joel Miller fucking whimpered, and the sound alone had you clenching around him. He released your thigh gently from his hold so he could slide his hand down to rest over the top of yours, guiding you just like you had guided his cock.

The gesture alone was so erotic as he showed you wordlessy, sans his whimpering, exactly how he liked to be played with. “That’s it baby. Fuck. You know how good that feels for me? You can add a little pressure with your finger. S’alright with me. Oh—yeah. There you go. Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised you as your lubed coated finger slowly sank inside of him.

With you stimulating both his prostate and cock at the same time? Well, it was written all over your Texas tall glass of water’s face twisted in pure pleasure; he had so obviously drifted off into his own personal pool of heaven. You had never once heard a man fall into such unbridled pleasure, and it was by far one of the sexiest fucking things to witness. When he spent himself inside of the condom, his teeth were grazing your shoulder as he bit down on the skin. His muscles were twitching and trembling as you used your freehand to gently push his sweat stained hair from his face.

“I swear to god lil lady, Imma be puttin’ a goddamn shiny fuckin’ ring on your finger one of these days.” He mumbled against your skin, pressing kisses to the areas where he left his love bites.

“You wanna marry me, Cowboy?” You softly asked as you were coming down from your own high while his cock softened inside of you.

“Fuckin’ would be a goddamn fool if I didn’t. There’s no rush, my sweet n’pretty fuckin’ girl. No rush for that at all. Jus’ already know I’m puttin’ a ring on that finger.” He was grasping your face in both of his clammy palms and kissing you like a man starved.

“No one has ever..mentioned marriage to me before. It’s never been a topic of discussion, and I always just thought that maybe I wasn’t..marriage material?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Well than those guys are fuckin’ fools baby. You’re the whole goddamn package! No, I’m not just sayin’ that because sex with you is positively mindblowing, and this is the first time in years where I have felt comfortable discussing my sexual wants and desires in the bedroom. No, I mean what I’m sayin’ because I’m disgustingly in love with you, but also because you’re a wonderful fuckin’ human being. You carry so much kindness and grace in you, and that’s so fuckin’ admirable. You are such a strong and compassionate individual, and I admire the hell out of you for that.”

You couldn’t really comprehend why you were suddenly breaking down into post-orgasm tears as you detached your lips from his and buried your face into his sweaty chest. Your relationships in the past were nothing in comparison to the one you had with Joel. He proved to you everyday that good men truly exist, and that you didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for him to respect you. He understood and respected your opinions and beliefs, he stood alongside you, defended you without a second thought. He was so considerate of your feelings and it was overwhelming, to be loved unconditionally by someone that believed that you crafted the fucking sun in the sky just for them. To be loved for your heart and soul, and not your looks and body. Joel Miller saw you at the core, before he saw your external beauty.

“Baby..hey..hey..what’s wrong? Honey, I didn’t mean to make you upset. Oh, my sweet thing.” He whispered softly as his fingers gently petted down your hair and pressed his lips to the top of your head in a soothing kiss. He was presently so concerned as to what shifted your mood and he was prepared to do anything to provide you some form of comfort.

“You—you haven’t upset me.” You softly mumbled with a sniffle. “I’m just..overwhelmed with happiness. In all of my past failed relationships, my partners never respected me. I’ve struggled with my own intimacy issues ever since things ended with Logan. He was the worst out of all of them, and he made me believe that I just..wasn’t worthy of a healthy and stable relationship. This weekend with you has been amazing. I am so fucking happy that you invited me up here. I was nervous that maybe things between us were moving too fast, and the last thing I wanted to do was pressure you into having sex with me if you felt like it was too soon. You’ve been so good to me these past few months, and I just want to make sure that I’ve been doing the same for you. I love you so much and—”

“Clover, you deserve all the respect in the world. Logan was, and is a fuckin’ tool. Everyone deserves a healthy and stable relationship. That is the bare minimum and I am so sorry that he practically abused that. You asking him to respect you should have never been somethin’ that you felt like needed to be requested. He doesn’t own you, or your body. You still are your own person. Sweetheart, I have struggled respectin’ myself after Sarah’s mom left. The women I found myself hangin’ around with were not good for me, and It took me a long time to figure it out and realize that I too deserved better. My wife leavin’ us psychologically fucked with my head. Not to mention the fact that we were so fuckin’ young and I had to try and be the best father I could be to a practical newborn. I still struggle sometimes in’believin’ that I deserve you. Sometimes those thoughts creep up into my head, and I have to remind myself that I deserve love, happiness, and security too. Baby, you have shown me just how good it feels to be loved unconditionally by the most amazin’ woman that I have ever met.”

“Joel..” you whispered as you slowly peeked your cheek up from where it was smushed against his chest. Your arms wrapped themselves around him as you hugged him tightly. “You deserve everything and more, and I’m so incredibly lucky to be loved by you.”

“Now you’re gonna fuckin’ make me cry, dammit.” He chuckled through the tears brimming over his waterline. “What’re we in a fuckin’ love story or somethin?’ This shit doesn’t exist in just the fairytales?” He wrapped his arms under your own, hugging you just as tightly to him.

“It’s our own love story baby. All ours.” You lifted your head more so you could finally kiss him. “Now, enough of this sappy I love you shit.” You teased as you pressed your lips against his. “You still wanna yank on my hair a little, Cowboy.”

“Fuck yeah I do, my pretty dirty little cockslut.” He hummed against your lips as he gently slipped out of you to dispose of the spent condom.

You giggled at his pet name for you as you detangled your limbs from his and scrambled off the bed with your thighs still quivering as you placed your palms on either side of the window, pushing your ass out as you arched your back.

“Fuckin’ hell. That eager for me to give ya a proper poundin’ baby?” Joel suggestively asked as he returned from the bathroom and retrieved another condom from the box. “Lookin’ so pretty bent over like that. Think I want that image burned into my mind forever.” He rolled the rubber over his cock, giving it a few strokes as he approached you.

“Yeah, I want you to give it to me like I deserve, big boy. You gonna pull on my hair and call me your pretty dirty little cockslut?” You glanced over your shoulder at him, mischievous and lust plastered all over your pretty face.

“Yeah, gonna give it to you just how you fuckin’ deserve it. Gonna fill you up to the fuckin’ brim just how you like it.” He rasped as one strong arm swooped around your middle so he could secure you against his back. “You okay with a little bit of choking? S’okay if you aren’t.” He assured you as he used his thighs to spread your own apart further.

“You can use me as your plaything against this window however you desire to baby.” You hummed, letting your one hand slip down from the window and reach behind to guide his cock in once more.

“You don’t gotta tell me twice, my pretty dirty little cockslut.” He brought his freehand up to rest along the base of your throat as he sank down to the hilt.

Thank goodness for the rumbling of thunder and pounding of rain to drown out the sound of Joel’s skin slapping against yours, and the animalistic growl being released with each heavy thrust he gave you. Your Cowboy sure knew how to fuck like a man.

Shortly after, you and Joel found yourselves in the shower and discovered that water was a terrible lubricant and Pornhub was 100% a goddamn lie.

Getting fucked nice and deep against the bathroom countertop made up for it though.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom together after making yourselves presentable, only Tommy and Ryder were awake and hanging out in the kitchen. Your best friend gave you an eyebrow raise over the rim of her coffee mug when you came down the stairs, skin glowing and wearing one of Joel’s favorite flannels with a pair of his cotton shorts.

“Wow. Have you guys fucked yourselves out yet?”

Tommy nearly spit out a spray of coffee at his girlfriend's bluntness.

“Almost.” You shot her a wink as you went to retrieve your own mug and filled it up with the pot of coffee on the old style stove before you joined her at the table.

“Babe, is that toothpaste on the corner of your mouth or…cum?” She giggled over the rim of her mug.

“Toothpaste, I swear!” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as Joel strode past you, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the top of your head.

“Just checking.” She grinned.

“Kids ain’t up yet?” Joel asked his brother as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Nah. Probably a good thing too, huh big brother?” He teased as he gave him a little hip bump.

“Shuddup.” Joel responded with a grumble and the tiniest grin.

“How many times did y’all go to pound town this mornin?’” Tommy had no shame in asking.

“Uhh—3? Or was it 4? Musta lost track.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It was four all together.” You concluded for him. Continuing with,

“One was on the bed, then against the window, then in the shower but do we even count that one? My thighs are still burning. Water is not a good lubricant. Four would be against the bathroom counter.”

Tommy nearly choked on his coffee before he slapped his brother on the back proudly. “Well I’ll be damned. This one here has the stamina of a fuckin’ Thoroughbred.”

“Stamina of a Thoroughbred, but he’s built like a Mustang.” You winked at your man proudly.

“Yeah, and now this Mustang is absolutely fuckin’ starved because that filly ov’there wore him the fuck out.” Joel responded with a chuckle and suggestive wink over the rim of his mug.

“Y’all are fuckin’ disgusting.” Tommy snorted under his breath. “Hey, baby? If Joel is a Mustang, what does that make me?”

Ryder was doing her best to sustain her giggles as she looked over at her man. “Baby, you’re a fuckin’ Quarter Horse through and through.”

“Damn straight I am.” Tommy puffed out his chest proudly.

“That’s nice and all brother, but breakfast? What’re we havin?’” Joel asked as he rubbed his temples with a shake of his head.

“A feast because we all fuckin’ deserve one.”

God help me. Joel silently thought to himself as he grabbed the carton of eggs and bacon from the fridge. “Hey, honey? You wanna help me crack these eggs for an omelette?”

You were already up and out of your seat at lighting speed as you grabbed a bowl from the cabinet to crack the eggs in. “Absolutely would love to help you crack some eggs.” you shot him a little grin.

“Thank you so much sweetheart.” He wrapped his arm around your waist loosely, giving you a quick kiss before he grabbed a pan. Just as he pulled away from the kiss you swiftly tapped the egg along his forehead and cracked it into the bowl. Your impulsive thoughts got the best of you on that one.

Joel was deadly silent after he realized you had just gone and used his forehead like that. There was a bit of egg on his head and tiny bits of shell in his freshly washed hair as he looked over at you and blinked a few times. “What in the hell did ya go and do that for?” His Texas twang was strong and raspy as you did your best to suppress your giggles.

“You got a big ass forehead so why not put it to good use.” You teased.

“Why you little—” you cut him off with a kiss while simultaneously cracking yet another egg on his head.

“DID YOU JUST GO AND CRACK AN EGG ON MY BROTHER’S HEAD??” Tommy had seen what had happened the second time around and he too was trying to not laugh as his brother simmered with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, yes I did.” You giggled.

“Swear to god I’m gonna crack you like a goddamn egg darlin.’” Joel grumbled. It was however hard for him to stay mad at you for something as silly as this. “Can ya please be a doll and get the bits of shell out of my hair please? Now that you’ve had your fun’n all.”

“Aw, baby. I’d love to see you try and crack me like an egg.” You kissed his cheek affectionately as you carefully began to pick out the stray bits of shell from his hair.

“You’re so fuckin’ lucky that I love ya.” He slowly uncrossed his arms.

“The luckiest.”

When breakfast was finally made, (no shells to be found) Sarah and Ellie had finally arisen from their long slumber as they padded into the kitchen rubbing the eye crusties with their fists.

“Good morning girls.” Joel chimed in as you and him had just finished placing the feast of a breakfast on the kitchen table. “How did y’all sleep?”

Sarah trudged right on over to her dad and wrapped her arms around his middle hugging him with her cheek smushed against the side of his bicep. “Good morning dad. We slept great. Super tired though. Stayed up waaay too late.”

Joel wrapped his arms around his daughter and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry to hear that you’re tired, baby girl. Didn’t I tell you and El to not stay up late?” He softly tsked.

“Daaad. Don’t be like that. We’re on vacation, remember?” She hugged him tighter.

“I’m your dad, sweet pea. I gotta be annoying every once in a while right? You girls are just in time for breakfast. You want some orange juice too?”

“You’re always annoying.” She playfully mumbled as he mussed up her head of curls. “Yes please to the juice.”

“We were up late reading ghost stories Mr. Miller, and Sarah is a big fraidy cat and kept thinking something was gonna jump out of the closet”

“Ahh. Ghost stories, huh? Well, I think with the weather so far..it’s gonna be a lazy day inside. If you girls wanna take a nap after breakfast. Think around noon we’ll set up some board games and maybe a puzzle?”

“If there’s Boggle, I’m all in.” Ellie said through a mouthful of pancakes as she was already seated at the table.

“Of course you’re in if there’s Boggle, kiddo. It’s cus’ you always win that damn game.”

“Precisely.” Ellie responded with a grin.

“Hey dad?…why do you have a bit of eggshell stuck in your hair?” Sarah asked curiously as she pulled away from the hug.

Joel slowly looked over at you with a playful huff. “Ask that pretty thing ov’there. She thought it would be real hilarious to use my big ass forehead to crack an egg on it.”

Both girls erupted into giggles and Ellie was already reaching across the table to give you a high-five. “Now that’s what I call an eggcellent breakfast.”

“You’re cracking me up.” Joel grumbled.

“Oh, don’t be such a rotten egg, baby. It was all in good fun.”

“Yeah, dad. You should be looking at life on the sunny side up.” Sarah giggled.

“Yeah, big brother. Don’t be such an egghead.” Tommy chimed in.

“Yolk gotta be kiddin’ me right now.” Joel deadpanned and the entire kitchen table erupted into contagious laughter.

When the laughter finally died down, and Joel took a seat next to you he leaned over and whispered. “Jus’ so ya know, I’m gonna have to get back at ya for that little prank of yours. Ain’t gonna tell ya when I do it either.”

“I thought your prank was stealing my bra and panties and blaming it on a pack of raccoons?” You glanced over at him with a small grin on your lips.

“Oh, you’re so gonna fuckin’ get it later sweetheart.”

You ever so innocently dragged your foot up his shin slowly, fluttering your lashes like the damn tease you were. “You wanna bet on that honey?”

Joel let out a grumbled sigh as he narrowed his eyes on you. Just when you thought he had a snarky comeback, he instead shoveled in a mouthful of eggs and washed it down with a gulp of coffee.

The only game that the lake house failed to have was Boggle, and Ellie didn’t even have to ask him to go to the nearest Walmart because Joel was already grabbing his keys to his truck and taking Tommy with him.

“So, how are you gonna get back at her for the whole egg cracking thing?” Tommy asked as he climbed into the passenger seat of Joel’s truck.

“I was thinkin’ we ambush her and Ryder with a little friendly game of nerf-gun war.”

“Ohh? Well, you know I never turn down a good prank opportunity. Should we do it inside the house or outside?” Tommy asked as Joel was already backing out down the gravel driveway.

“As long as there’s no lightning I think it would be pretty fun to watch ‘em slip and slide around in the mud.”

“All’s fair in love and war right?” Tommy responded with a grin.

“Exactly. They ain’t gonna see it comin’ either.”

While your men were out at the store to buy Boggle and a few nerf-guns, you, Ryder, Sarah and Ellie were working on a 1,000 piece puzzle when Sarah had popped you a question that you were least expecting.

“Hey, Clover?” She asked softly while placing down another end piece.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“Did you and my dad say that you love each other last night?”

You and Ryder slowly looked over at one another before you turned your attention to Joel’s daughter. “Yeah, we did say that we love each other last night sweetie.”

“Good. I thought he was going to chicken out on you, or you on him. I just know how happy you make him and that makes me happy too. My dad can be a bit silly at times and he can be hard on himself. He doesn’t like to talk about my mom much, but I know she really hurt him bad by leaving. You’re not going to do that to him, right?” Sarah couldn’t help but ask you things genres of questions. You were the first mother-like figure in her life outside of her birth mother.

“Sarah, I love your father very much. He’s become my entire world, and I promise you that I would never ever leave him, or you. Okay?” Your heart broke for the 12 year old girl sitting across from you. You couldn’t even imagine what it was like for her to never really know who her mother was.

“I know you won’t, Clover. I just have to ask these things because my dad is the best dad ever and I just want him to be happy. You make him so happy, and you make me happy too.” She murmured softly.

You were already up from your chair and at her side pulling her in for a hug as she looped her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly. “I know you’re not my mom, but..if it’s okay with you, can I call you mom?” Sarah sounded so timid in her question that it had you squeezing the young girl tighter.

“Sweetie, of course you can call me mom. I love you so much Sarah. You’re such a wonderful kid.”

Sarah hugged you as tightly as she physically could as you gently smoothed down her head of curls. “I love you too mom.” She whispered.

When Joel and Tommy arrived back from the store they didn’t immediately get out of the truck to come inside, which in turn raised yours and Ryders suspicions that your Texas men were certainly up to something.

“So how the hell are we gonna get them to come outside genius?” Tommy asked as he was loading up his nerf gun.

“Dunno. I didn’t think that far if I’m bein’ honest smart ass.” Joel responded with a grumble.

“Well, what if you call Clover and tell her that we need help bringin’ some stuff in? Y’think she’ll suspect somethin?’”

“She’s a smart cookie that one. But hey, it’s worth a shot.” He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialed your number.

“They’re definitely up to something.” You and clover concluded when your phone lit up with Joel’s name. You answered it anyway, wanting to be a good sport and all. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“Hey, honey. Can you and Ryder be a doll and come out and help us with some of the bags? It ain’t stormin’ anymore.”

“Sure thing. We’ll be down in a minute.”

Joel and Tommy silently fist bumped as he hung up the phone. “Okay, so we’re gonna hide out behind my truck so they can’t see us and when they’re close enough..we attack. Sounds like a plan?”

“Somethin’ tells me that they’re gonna outsmart us somehow, but I’m still all in, big brother.”

“Let’s get ‘em.”

You and Ryder were equally as prepared because shortly after you and Sarah had your touching moment together, you filled the girls in on your plan to prank the boys again. So both Sarah and Ellie helped you fill up a few water balloons.

You and Ryder walked out through the porch door casually with the water balloons hidden behind your backs as you approached the truck. “Joel? Tommy? Where the hell are you guys?” Both the driver's seat and passenger seat of Joel’s truck were empty.

“One. Two. Three!” Joel and Tommy whispered to each other as they prepared for battle. In a split second they shot up from behind Joel’s truck with their nerf guns at the ready.

“OH FUCK, JOEL! I TOLD YOU THEY WERE GOIN’ TO OUTSMART US!” Tommy yelled when he saw you and Ryder at your water balloons at the ready.

“Hey, baby? All’s fair in love and war, right?” You yelled from a few feet away.

“FIRE!!!” Joel yelled dramatically as if he were in an actual battle scene.

Nerf darts shot out from both guns as you and Ryder chucked your water balloons right back.

Ryder hit Tommy square in the chest and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. “Brother! I’m hit! I’VE BEEN SHOT! YOU HAVE TO CONTINUE ON WITHOUT ME!” He clutched his hand over the wet patch on his shirt from where the water balloon hit him.

“I WON’T LET YOU DOWN BROTHER! I WILL AVENGE YOU!” Joel let out a battle cry as he dodged your first two water balloons. His nerf darts just barely missed you as you threw another balloon that hit him in the thigh, so on cue he dropped to one knee in the muddy grass.

“GIVE UP!” You playfully demanded him.

“NEVER!!!” Joel shouted back as he aimed his nerf gun right at your chest before he was knocked back by a water balloon.

“VICTORY IS OURS!!” You and Ryder exclaimed excitedly as you stood over your ‘victims’

Joel and Tommy had one last trick up their sleeves however as they held their hands up in surrender.

“OH PLEASE! PLEASE SPARE US!” They pleaded as you and Ryder bent down over them.

One. Two. Three.

Joel had grabbed ahold of you while Tommy had grabbed ahold of Ryder and easily flipped you under them.

Joel leaned in close as he whispered against the shell of your ear, “all’s fair in love and war, right baby?”

“Bullshit! We won fair and square! You cheated!” You giggled as you playfully hit his chest.

“Just for that, we’re really gonna go and take a tumble in the mud sweet cheeks!”

“NO NO NO. I TAKE IT BACK YOU DIDN’T CHEAT!”

“Tooooo laaate.” Your Texas tall glass of water singsonged.

From the safety of the porch deck, Sarah and Ellie were watching in pure amusement as you, Joel, Tommy, and Ryder wrestled playfully in the muddy grass before both men scooped each of you up and raced down the dock before jumping in.

“What’s that word the owl uses in the movie Bambi? Y’know the part where Bambi, Thumper, and Flower get distracted by girl deer, skunks, and rabbits?” Sarah asked.

“OH! I think the owl says the word “twitterpated?” Ellie answered back.

“Yeah! That’s the one. Well, that’s what they are. They’re twitterpated.” Sarah giggled.

“Yeah, and it’s super disgusting! I don’t ever want to be twitterpated.” Ellie stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Me either.”

After yet another shower, you all sat down to finally play a game of boggle. Ellie won the first round, (of course) but Joel was more than willing to be a good sport and play again. Boggle turned to Scrabble, which then turned into a very serious game of monopoly. It was around 5:30 that everyone decided to take a break and head into town for some dinner.

There was a big family style Italian restaurant that Joel and Tommy had been going to since they were kids. The food was good, the decor was outdated, yet charming. The best part was the paper tablecloth and big cup of crayons that even the adults could have some fun with.

Joel frankly looked like a goddamn snack. He was wearing a navy blue tee-shirt paired with a red baseball cap and some cut off jean shorts. He was wearing a watch on his wrist that you later found out from Sarah that the watch was broken, and she was planning on fixing it for his birthday in September.

When he wasn’t paying attention you snuck a quick picture of his side profile on your phone just because he looked so handsome. He did however catch you at the last minute and gave you a playful wiggle of his eyebrows.

Yeah, you were pretty twitterpated.

When dinner was finished and Joel and Tommy argued briefly on who was going to pay the bill, you and Ryder decided to take the girls to the ice cream shop next door. During that time the Miller Brothers finally came to an agreement to split the bill instead.

They met you, Ryder and the girls outside the ice cream shop where Joel got a nice spoonful of your two scoops of blue moon.

“Mmm. Tastes like cereal milk.” He hummed as you replaced the spoon with your lips giving him a sweet kiss.

“Gross! C‘mon Mr. Miller! Not in front of our ice cream!” Ellie playfully gagged.

Joel chuckled into the kiss, returning it sweetly before he pulled away and wrapped his arms around Sarah and Ellie’s shoulders with a big grin. “Hey, sweetie pie? Would ya mind takin’ a picture of my girls and I? Wanna have somethin’ else to hang up on the fridge.”

“Of course! Hey, Ryder? You still have your Polaroid camera on you right?”

“Yeah babe!” She responded and reached into her purse pulling out her camera and handed it to you.

“Okay, on the count of three I want you to all say cheese! Okay? One, two, three.”

The camera flashed as the shutter clicked shut, and shortly after the photo was dispensed out. It turned out cuter than expected. Sarah had the sweetest smile to match Joel’s soft dad smile, and Ellie in her playful fashion was sticking her tongue out.

Once you all arrived back home to the lake house, Joel hung the photo up on the fridge with a horseshoe magnet. Another storm was rolling in as night fell and everyone hunkered down in the living room for a movie night. It ended up being a unanimous decision on watching Spirit Of course.

“Hey Tommy?” Ellie asked as she sat on the floor next to Sarah.

“Yeah, kiddo?”

“You didn’t tell me that you were dating a total badass.”

“Ryder? Oh, yeah. She’s pretty cool huh?”

“Cool doesn’t even cover it. Dude…she barrel races! That’s like..so unbelievably badass!” Ellie threw her hands up in the air in emphasis.

“You’re right, El. It is unbelievably badass of her. She pretty much can run circles around me any day.” Tommy confirmed with a chuckle.

“Who can run circles around who?” Ryder plopped down on the couch next to him with a bowl of popcorn in her hands.

“Jus’ was tellin’ Ellie here that you can run circles around me any day. She thinks it’s pretty cool that you’re a barrel racer n’all that.” He grinned as he draped his arm across her shoulders.

“You’re right about that kiddo. I can run circles around this man all day like it’s my job. Have you ever gone horseback riding before?”

“Yeah, a few times. Barrel racing has always looked so fun though.”

“Well, I’d be happy to teach you the ropes of it if you’d like?”

“Wait, really? That would be so awesome!”

“Of course! I’d love to teach you.” Ryder reached down and gave the younger girl a fist bump.

Once everyone was situated, you leaned over and whispered to your boyfriend, “Baby, just admit that he’s a handsome horse.” You were referring to adult Spirit that was voiced by Matt Damon.

“I ain’t gonna do that.” Joel whispered back as he brought his arm around your waist.

“Why not? Look at him!” You whispered back while gesturing to the screen.

“Fine. He’s a very handsome horse, baby.” Joel grumbled his response.

“Was that so hard?” You whispered.

“You got a crush on an animated horse now or somethin?’”

“..maybe.”

“I knew all along that you were a lil’ freak.” He teasingly whispered as he lightly tickled your side.

After the girls were tucked in and Tommy and Sarah retired to their room for the evening, Joel led you upstairs with his hands covering your eyes gently because he had a surprise waiting for you. “Watch your step baby. I have eaten shit on these stairs way too many times to count.” He whispered softly against the shell of your ear.

“Oh, I can only imagine how many times you’ve eaten shit going up these.” You responded with a giggle. “Now, this is the part where you murder me, right?”

“Nah. I promise I’d never do such a thing. Jus’ wanna have a nice relaxing evenin’ with my girlfriend.”

“Okay, good.” You breathed out a faux sigh of relief. “Cause if you ended up secretly being a serial killer, I’d be super disappointed.”

“Unless me murdering your pussy counts..than no my darlin’ I am not a serial killer.” He chuckled.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious Texas. Came up with that one all by yourself huh? Good job baby.”

“They don’t call me Joel Miller the pussy murderer for nothin.’” He snickered softly as he gently pushed open the bedroom door and led you to the bathroom.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes in just a second baby I promise. Gotta make sure everythin’ is nice and perfect for ya.” He kissed your cheek sweetly as he slowly removed his hands from covering your eyes.

You heard him putzing around for a few seconds before he gave you the okay to open your eyes.

“Oh, baby. You did this all for me?” Your Texas tall glass of water had ran a comfortably warm bath with all kinds of candles illuminating the space in a soft golden glow. There were even little flower petals scattered about the mountain of bubbles in the tub.

“Yeah, I figured it would be nice for us to take a bath together. The tub is big enough to fit us both comfortably.” He smiled softly as he poured you a glass of wine.

“Wow. Wine too? You’re too kind, baby.” You clinked your glass with his before taking a sip.

Shortly after you both slowly undressed and climbed into the tub that was spacious enough to fit you both comfortably. You sat across from each other with your knees poking out from under the bubbles. Joel could tell something was on your mind by the way your chin was gently resting along your knee. You appeared to be deep in thought as he leaned forward and resting his own chin on his knee to be more level with you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just..I have something to tell you and I don’t want you to freak out on me or anything okay? I was going to tell you earlier today but there wasn’t exactly the perfect opportunity for me to tell you until now.”

Joel felt a frown slowly tug across his lips. He was already racking his brain to see if he could come up with a possible solution as to why your mood had suddenly shifted. He couldn’t deny the fact that his nerves were beginning to bubble up. Had he done something wrong? Was this morning too much? Was it the nerf-gun fight? Was it something else?

“Okay, I promise you whatever it is that you have to tell me, I won’t freak out.” He assured you.

“Pinky promise?” You reached your pinky out in his direction.

“Pinky promise.” He linked his pinky with yours loosely.

“Okay, so when you and Tommy left to go to the store, Ryder and I were working on a puzzle with Sarah and Ellie.”

He kept his pinky looped with yours as he listened.

“It came out of the complete blue, but Sarah..she asked me if last night you and I said that we loved each other.”

“Did you tell her that we did?..” Joel softly asked.

“Yeah, I did. It just caught me off guard y’know?”

“Baby, I understand. Sarah and I talked about it when I was tucking her in last night. She asked if I was going to tell you that I love you. I told her that I was going to tell you last night, and she also said that she’s really happy that I found someone.”

“That’s not all she said to me though Joel.”

He squeezed your pinky gently and gave you a reassuring nod. “What else did she tell you, baby?”

“She said that she was afraid either of us would chicken out and not admit our feelings. She also said that you could be a bit silly at times, and you can be hard on yourself. She then said that you don’t like to..talk about her mom much, and her leaving hurt you really bad, and then she asked me if I would ever leave you..”

Joel let out a heavy deep sigh as his daughter's words hung heavy in the small space between you.

“She’s..a really observant person. I’m sorry that she threw that all on you like that. I know she meant well of course—”

“Joel, it’s okay. I’m not upset that she felt comfortable speaking to me about these things. It actually made me feel really good inside that..she is comfortable coming to me like that.”

“How did—how did you respond to her question?” He bit down on the inside of his cheek, tasting copper along his tongue.

“I told her that I love her father very much, and he’s become my entire world. I promised her that I would never leave either of you.”

Joel was fully grasping your hand in his now with your fingers gently interlocked.

“Joel, your daughter also asked if it would be okay for her to call me mom.”

Joel could feel his emotions begin to rise from the pits of his stomach. The idea of you becoming so close to Sarah that she thought of you as a motherly-figure was both comforting, but also slightly terrifying for him to grasp. No woman in his life ever bothered to grow close with his daughter. This was a huge step and it truly felt a little overwhelming for the single father.

“Clover, what did you tell her?” He asked with uncertainty laced in his tone. You were afraid that at any moment the wire would snap between the two of you.

“I told her that of course she could call me mom and that I loved her.” You softly spoke the truth.

“Did she—she say that she loved you back?” He asked just above a whisper.

“She did, Joel. She said, ‘I love you too, mom.’”

“She called you mom?” He nearly choked out.

“She did.”

“Clove, you know what this—this means right?” Joel squeezed your palm gently.

“It means that we’re a family?” You could feel your emotions begin to bubble over.

“I just..I wish you would have run this by me before just—telling my daughter that she can call you mom.” His voice fell flat and you immediately felt yourself recoiling from his touch.

“Joel, what was I supposed to tell her? That she can’t call me mom? I told you yesterday that I already think of her as my own. I thought this would..make you happy?” You could feel tears begin to brim along your waterline.

“Clover wait, please. Please don’t get ahead of yourself, okay? I just—this is a big deal. You realize that, right? Sarah has never had a mother figure in her life. No woman I have ever been with since her mom left us has gotten close to my daughter as you have.”

“You’re making it sound like this is some terrible thing that has been said. I love you, and your daughter. I love what we have, and if you think for a second..that—that I don’t want this? Is that what you’re insinuating?”

“Baby, that’s not what I’m insinuating at all here. It’s just a big fucking responsibility. One that is completely new to you. I don’t want you to feel like you have to drop everything to become Sarah’s step-mother.”

“Please don’t call me baby right now. Please don’t. I’m well aware that it’s a responsibility to take on, Joel. I’m thirty years old. I take care of my six horses seven days a week and I work shifts at the bar to cover their extra expenses. I have my own apartment, I have a good credit score, and I like to think that I’m somewhat successful. I have no experience in being a mother you’re absolutely right about that, but if you think for a minute that I don’t want to take on these responsibilities with open arms? I have never once thought about family or marriage until I met you. Just this morning you were the one bringing up marriage! Did you not mean it? Were you just saying it because it was the heat of the moment? You can’t just throw something like that around—”

“Clover, all I’m asking is for you to fucking think about this for a second, okay? You have to understand that I have been a single father for Sarah’s entire life. Tommy helped out sure, but I raised my daughter primarily on my own. She comes before anything in my life and I know you are aware of this, and this is why I need you to understand why I am voicing this to you. I think it’s wonderful that Sarah thinks of you as her mom. I know how much you love my daughter, but as partners we need to discuss what this means for us and our relationship.” His tone was much softer now as he tried to talk you both down from getting into a heated argument.

You sank back into the now lukewarm water with your face buried in your hands as your shoulders slumped inwards. “I’m sorry Joel. I shouldn’t—I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. I understand that you raised your daughter on your own and she’s never had a real mother figure in her life till now. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get worked up like that, and I understand you’re just trying to voice your concerns and have a conversation with me.”

“Clover, it’s okay. I’m not upset at you for reacting the way that you did just now.” He gently placed his hand along your exposed knee giving it a gentle squeeze. “I should have also rephrased my words and thought about how they would make you feel. I wasn’t thinking about how you were going to react, and I’m sorry I didn’t. All I am trying to convey to you is that this is a big deal for you, me, and my daughter.”

“Joel, I understand why it’s a big deal. Of course it is. It changes the entire dynamic of our relationship, and that’s okay. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this next step in our relationship to happen. You said it yourself that we don’t have to get married right away. Joel, we can take baby steps, and no one can tell us the right or wrong way to co-parent.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just incredibly overwhelmed right now, okay?” He slipped his hand off your knee as he rose from the tub and grabbed a towel to dry himself off with.

Your heart sank deep into the pit of your stomach as you watched him get out of the tub.

“Joel, I understand that you’re overwhelmed, but we can still have a conversation about—”

“Stop saying you understand why I’m overwhelmed, okay? You don’t understand why because this is an experience you’ve never lived through before. You’ve never been a mother. You’ve never been a single parent, and I love you, but please stop telling me the things you think I want to hear right now.” He gently pleaded with you as he quickly slipped his boxers on.

“Joel, I’m just trying to empathize with you the best way that I know how..” you bit back your tears from spilling over as your gaze casted down along your reflection in the water.

“I just..need to be alone for a minute, okay? Please don’t take it personally. I just feel like I can’t breathe in here. I need to go outside and clear my head, and when I'm ready we can talk. Okay? I promise.” He yanked his shirt back over his head before his gaze fell upon your sheltered body language in the tub. You were well aware that couples got into disagreements all the time. It was something completely normal, and yet you couldn’t help the way your heart caved in on itself from his words.

“Okay.” You whispered.

The bathroom door softly closed behind him as he left the room and as soon as you could no longer hear his footsteps, your tears finally fell.

Joel raced down the stairs straight to Tommy and Ryder’s room. He banged on the door thrice with a sense of urgency that his brother hadn’t experienced in years. “Tommy, open the fuck up please.” His tone sounded desperate and Tommy wasted no time to properly dress himself before he opened up the door.

“Joel? Hey, what’s going on?” A frown etched across the younger Miller brothers face as he could sense Joel was on the verge of having a breakdown.

“Can you please..come outside with me? I—I need to go for a drive or something. Please come with me.”

“Okay, sure. How about I drive? Your hands are fuckin’ tremblin.’”

Joel was already tossing his keys at his brother in a haste as his other hand was raking through his hair nervously.

“Let me just tell Ryder we’re going to go out for a drive, okay?” He softly shut the door and grabbed his hoodie from the bedside. “I’ll be back in an hour. Something happened between Joel and Clover. I don’t know what, but why don’t you go and check on her and see how she’s doing.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Ryder let out a sigh as she already had her suspicions as to what got Joel all riled up.

“Tommy? I think I know why Joel is freaking out right now..”

“What do you know?” Tommy asked her softly.

“Sarah called Clover mom.”

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The Annual Christmas Party 2024

Halloween Last Year

Last Year

Halloween

Jack Kelly - The Abominable Snowman

Jack is trying to get past the last party he threw. He debated whether or not to even throw this party, because of how the last has ended. But he does, to try to prove he’s fine. He dresses up as the Abominable Snowman, wearing all white, a furry white coat with matching boots and white antlers with icicles hanging from them. He uses makeup to make his skin look frost bitten. He decorated his apartment as a sort of snowy cave and all the cocktails are frosty and blue and full of a lot of alcohol. He ends up actually having fun and David and him end up pulling an all nighter in his bed, doing everything but sleeping.

Year Previous: Santa Claus

David Jacobs - A Christmas Angel

David fears Jack is angry with him and asks Race for help in a costume because he wants to have a serious talk with Jack tonight about having a long term, serious relationship. Race makes him into a Christmas Angel, letting David wear a lot of his own jewelry, all white, with large wings and feathers glued to him. David pulls Jack aside at the party to talk to him, starting to apologize and they just end up making out in the kitchen for most of the night. David invites Jack to Hanukkah with his family. Sarah approves.

Year Previous: Conductor of the Polar Express

Racetrack Higgins - A Slutty Christmas Present

Race is the first person to show up at his brother’s apartment in almost no clothing, much to Jack’s horror. Race is dressed as a Christmas gift for Spot, using mostly Christmas ribbon to conceal himself. He’s only wearing a tight pair of boxers. He’s crafted a crown of gift wrapping bows and uses wrapping paper and ribbon to wrap around his nipples and thighs, as well as his hips and over his boxers to make it look like he’s truly wearing nothing. Jack and him get into a heated argument over Race’s costume choice and Jack tries to force him to wear one of his own old costumes. Race refuses and Spot gives Race his jacket to try to cover him up. Jack is not happy about it.

Year Previous: Cousin Eddie

Spot Conlon - John McClane

True to the last few years, Spot is good old John. It is the only costume he ever wears to this party and he’s not about to change that now. He ends up asking Jack if he can ask Race to marry him.

Year Previous: John McClane

Crutchie Morris - Tally the Elf

Crutchie is the newest Christmas sensation, Tally. He is a bit anxious to be around everyone because of the tension going on, but is ultimately able to have a good time and is everyone’s favorite bartender this year.

Year Previous: Hermey the Elf

Katherine Plumber - Harry

Katherine goes with Sarah as the Wet Bandits. She is Harry. She and Jack talk and make up and Katherine tells Jack that he needs to accept that he loves David and get over his fear of commitment fast.

Year Previous: Heat Miser

Sarah Jacobs - Marv

Sarah is Marv and she is here to have a good time. She get wildly drunk and then tells Katherine to put a baby in her.

Year Previous: Snow Miser

Albert DaSilva - An Eloise Christmas

Albert is an Eloise Christmas, everything is pink. His gifts, his outfit, everything, and he confesses his love for his new coworker, Finch.

Year Previous: Christmas Tree

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Bandit Scum (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: mentions of violence, sexual assault, mentions of sexual assault 

The two men browsed the store, seemingly unsatisfied with their already large purchase of supplies.

Boy kept his head down, and hoped they wouldn’t be interested in him. He held still, kneeling and chained to the corner, and maybe that would be enough for them to simply pass by.

Unfortunately, he was not so lucky.

Heavy footsteps sounded towards him, and soon his view of the wooden floor was interrupted with metal-tipped boots.

“Stand up,” the man said, and Boy dutifully unfolded to stand.

The man grabbed his chin, yanking his face up, and Boy averted his eyes in submission.

The stranger turned his face this way and that. He pressed a thumb at Boy’s lips, and Boy opened up before his jaw could be pried open. The man inspected his teeth, his fingers pulling at his lips and pressing down on his tongue, and Boy tried not to cough.

The hand pulled away from his mouth, and slid up the column of his throat, seemingly feeling the sensitive skin.

Boy didn’t like where this was going.

To his dismay, the man kept running his hands over his body. Over his chest, down his ribs. 

Boy screwed his eyes shut as the man tugged down his boxers. He bit back a whimper as the stranger fondled him and squeezed his ass. A finger even added dry pressure to his hole before pulling away, and Boy’s gut twisted.

His hands slid even further down, feeling up his thighs before pulling his boxers back up. 

Boy let out a breath, slowly, and hoped the man was finished. The stranger pulled away, satisfied.

Boy sat back down, shaking. 

The man went back to his companion, and they talked in voices too low for him to hear anything.

“I’ll give you five thousand for the slave in the corner,” said one of them to the storekeeper.

The storekeeper scoffed. “That’s hardly more than what I paid for him.”

“Six, then.”

“Eight.”

“Seven and a half.”

“Fine.” Boy wanted to weep. He didn’t like the way his new masters were dressed- leather and fur and armor. He didn’t like how he had been touched, and he definitely didn’t want to be a bedslave.

But the men came for him anyway, tying his wrists with rough rope and unlocking his ankle.

One of them (a blonde) stroked his cheek, and he resisted the urge to pull away.

“Gonna call you Dog,” the blonde master said, tugging him along by the lead, and Dog tearfully followed them both out.

There were two horses and a cart outside, loaded with purchased supplies. The black-haired master tied his lead to the saddle of one of the horses before mounting it, and Dog wished he could just ride in the cart.

The blonde took the reins of the cart, and they were off.

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The road was long and rough, and Dog was tired of walking. He had no shoes, and the dirt road of the forest was unforgiving.

To make matters worse, they were turning off the road and straight into the woods.

He didn’t dare voice any complaints. His masters were much bigger men and their strong hands could probably break his bones.

It must have been two miles into the woods before they came upon a camp. A large camp, with half-permanent buildings and tents, and at least a dozen men.

The men cheered as they saw his masters, and they chattered as they unloaded food and rope and lantern oil.

“Hey, what’s this?” one said, gripping his arm. Dog looked up at the man, terrified.

“Call him Dog,” a master called out. “Got him to keep after you slobs.”

The man gripping his arm grinned at him with rotted teeth, and Dog looked away, his heart pounding.

“Dog, huh? I got something for you.”

The man left, and Dog bit his lip. He came back soon, rusty metal in his hand. He snapped it around Dog’s neck, and the heavy iron rubbed uncomfortably on his skin.

“Now you’re a dog,” laughed the man, tugging at the collar.

Dog was soon untied, and led deeper into camp. He scanned the campsite, his eyes landing on swords and chests and a careless pile of valuables strewn on a table.

His new masters were highwaymen.

Bandits.

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Dog picked up the rubbish around the camp. Everything hurt; especially his ankles. 

The very first day, the masters had driven an iron pike into the ground, chained his ankles together with a scant few feet of room, and chained him to the pike.

He couldn’t leave the camp, not even with no one watching, and couldn’t even walk very well.

The metal collar had rubbed the skin on his neck raw too, but no one cared enough to switch it out.

It had been months, and Dog was so tired. 

With so many masters around, he was hit at least twice a day, and his ribs ached from the steel toed boots that slammed into his side.

He put the rubbish in the garbage barrel, and went to scrub the pots from that morning. His hands were cracked and dry, and some of his fingers had blisters from cooking on the campfire.

The men had a good day, and some of them were out buying alcohol. He hated it when they did well. They always got drunk and demanded to use his mouth and body. He was going to be so sore tomorrow.

Of course, bored bandits could be just as cruel. The healing wounds on his back were a painful reminder of what would happen if his masters were idle.

Dog sighed, and wished desperately for a different fate.

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He startled awake to the sound of shouting and chaos. Dog sat up, confusion and terror mixing in his chest, which quickly turned to horror.

Soldiers swarmed the camp, and the masters were outnumbered. There was shouting and blood, and Dog had no time to hide before he felt the sharp point of a sword at his back.

“Stand up,” commanded the soldier. Dog slowly stood, his blanket falling to his feet. He whimpered, and hoped the soldier wasn’t going to kill him.

“Show me your hands.”

Dog held them up. “Please-” he stammered.

“Shut up, bandit scum. Turn around nicely.”

He turned, and the soldier looked him up and down.

“I’m not-” he tried, but the soldier struck him across the face. He cried out, and the soldier raised his hand to hit him again.

“Enough, private!” barked someone from behind. “He’s unarmed. Add him to the rest.”

“Walk,” ordered the private.

“I can’t,” he whimpered. The chain wouldn’t go any further from the camp.

The soldier rolled his eyes. “You can stand, you can walk.”

Dog kicked his only possession, the blanket, away from his feet. “I really can’t,” he said.

The soldier’s eyes landed on his chains.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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Dog shrank into the corner of his cell. He was a bandit and a murderer according to the law, and he was to be tried and surely hung in a scant few hours.

No one had even talked to him.

He sobbed into his hands. 

The damned collar cut into his neck again, and he screamed in frustration.

“Shut the fuck up!” said a guard, slamming the flat of his blade into the steel bars with a clang.

Dog wept, and waited to die.

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“Next,” said Lord Galen, bored. None of the highwaymen had a defense, and the hours of listening to them curse and shout at him was tiring.

The sentencing was just as dull. Repeating “I sentence you to death by hanging” all day was tedious.

But it was law that every one of them had a chance to speak for themselves.

“The next prisoner, my lord.”

The guards shoved a young man to his knees on the marble floor, and this one was more terrified than indignant. He was small too, and was probably just the bait for passersbys. A ruse, to get them to stop.

“Name?” he asked. 

“Dog, my lord,” the man said, trembling.

“...Your name is Dog,” he repeated, incredulous. 

The young man nodded timidly. “It’s- It’s what they gave me.”

Must be a bandit name. They all had strange nicknames, like Rat-Eye.

“You’re charged with murder, theft, and grievous harm to another human. What say you?”

Dog half sobbed, and Lord Galen nearly pitied him. 

“I didn’t,” he protested. “I just cooked and cleaned.”

“Aiding and abetting murder, theft, and grievous harm, then. The sentence is the same.”

“Please- Please, my lord. I didn’t have a choice. They-”

“So you confess?”

“I’m just a slave,” wept Dog. “It shouldn’t count! I swear- they bought me- I-”

Lord Galen paused. He hadn’t expected a routine raid to produce an innocent man in the midst of bandits. If he was innocent. But the rusty metal around his neck looked pretty nasty. No one would wear that willingly.

“Do you have proof?”

“P-proof?” Dog looked up, face wet with tears. “I mean- yes! I have proof.”

Lord Galen sat up straight, watching. 

The young man peeled off his ragged shirt.

His skin was a mass of bruises and dried blood, but that meant nothing. Then he turned, and Galen could see the brand on his side, the tell-tale sign of a slave.

“Does- does that help?” Dog said, hopeful.

Lord Galen motioned to a guard. “Good enough.”

“Thank you!” Dog cried as the guard removed his chains, “Thank you-”

“My lord,” interrupted the court scribe. “A slave is not a citizen. What do you intend to do with him?”

Galen sighed, and Dog looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“I’ll decide later. Put him back in a cell.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Dog hung his head as the guard led him back to the dungeon. 

“And get someone to cut that collar off!” Lord Galen called after them.

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Dog curled up in the corner of his cell. He desperately wanted rest, but sleep refused to come. 

He rubbed the skin of his neck. It felt strange now that the weight was gone.

He heard footsteps echo down the hall. Probably a guard.

“Dog?” called the lord, standing on the other side of the cell. Dog shuffled over and knelt, bowing his head.

“Yes, my lord?” he choked out.

“I can’t free you,” the lord said. “I apologize.” 

“I- I don’t understand, sir.” He didn’t expect freedom, he just wanted to live.

“Technically, you broke the law. It’s not fair, I know, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“Am- Am I going to die?” he asked.

“Well, no. But I can’t let you go, either.”

“O-oh.” Dog closed his eyes. He was going to be sold again, most likely for cheap. 

“I could use a cupbearer,” the lord went on, and Dog dared to hope. ‘Cupbearer’ was a servant’s position, a good one, and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, even as a slave.

“I’ll send someone to clean you up shortly.”

Dog let out a breath. “Thank you, Master. Thank you so much.”

Lord Galen walked away, and Dog sagged against the bars in relief.

It was finally over. He’d never have to see a bandit, or their camp, ever again.

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hello again!! may we please have a level two pack (without orientations or front triggers) for this new fragment im trying to flesh out? heres the details it has right now!!

a wolf/dog? the colours blue and grey. fog/mist. water. waves and shorelines. gender is "nothing but with occasional ghosts of fem or masc." seems to like ghosts! and static? and heres bunch of emojis it seems to feel connected to! 🐺🌑💤🔉🐚💧🌊🌫🌧🌥☁️💭🎞📼🔌📺

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name(s) - Canine , Max , Lucy , Daisy , Rocky , Cooper , Canidae , Angus , Callum , Alaska , Terrie , Shepherd , Collie , ace , affen , affie , aidi , airendale , akita , aksaray , Alano , alex , alfie , amarok , amaruq , annie , apollo , archie , arianell , aries , armant , artemis , artois , ash , asher , aurora , badulf , bailey , bandit , barbet , bardou , barkley , basenji , bear , beau , bella , beowulf , biewer , blue , bluey , bolt , boris , boxer , brad , Isaiah , Virgil , Salem , Osiris , Azriel , Theodore , Elias , Oliver , Lukas , Sebastian , Michael , Uriel , Azrael , Abaddon , Castiel , Nathaniel/Nate , Malice , Wolfram , brenard , Boxer , Brittany , Wolf , Gray/Grey , Rex , Forest , Brownie , Kai , Bear , Snow , Snowy , Buddy.

pronouns - they / it / ey / em / er / ers / hy / hyr / hy / hymn / ae / aer / it / that / thing / vae / vaer / se / sim / ny / nym / th-y / th-m / shy / shyr / thy / thym / x / xs / sh* / h*r / shx / hxr / hx / hxm / thxy / thxm / thon / thons / arf / arf / awoo / ba / ball / ba / bark / bark / bite / bo / bone / cae / canine / can / cani / canid / canidae / canin / canine / cha / chase / chew / claw / co / collar / fang / fangs / grey / grim / gro / growl / grr / guard / ho / howl / houn / hound / howl / howl / hunt / lu / lupi / moon / moon / mutt / muz / muzzle / night / paw / protect / ri / rir / ruff / roll / rough / ru/run / ruff/ruff / silv / silver / snarl / star / teeth / walk / wag / wolf / angel / angels / alt / alts / hy / hymns / omen / faith / static / fog / ghoul / spok / ghost / spirit / sea / salt.

gender(s) - neutrois , ANALOGARGIC , ANOMALOTHING , unalimfort , ANALOGENDER , Casiboy , horrorloggender , ☆ » CREEPTHEDRIC , Camtromatos , Monichrine , Horrorslushie , Horrorigender , Horrorfem , Fogforestic , Forestgender , Forestwolfgender , Forestwolfsprintic , Howlgender , Neigean , Nightforfulmoonic , Northwolfic , Noxlibic , Redwoodgender , Sillywolfic , Snowfallgender , Aiaspec , Aingender , Aporagender , Asterfluid , Celestian , Cosmosflux ,

Demineutral , Demineutrois , Eafluid , Galaxian , Gender neutral , Genderflor , Gendersylph , Hydrangeaflux , Nebularian , Neumasc , Snowmoonlic , Snowynightgender , Starforestaesic , Tundrawolfgender , Wolfbitic , Wolfforestic , Wolfgender , Wolfmoonbodiement , Wolfmoonic , Wolforigender , Wolfpawic , Wolfplushigender , Wolfstarmoonic , Wolfthing, Horrormasc , Horrorhoard , Darkhyperfixic , Inhorsycic , Eldhorric , Horrorstorycollectic , Analoghorrorgender , Mascanalog , Femanalog , Analogender , ELDRITCHANALOG , PURIDITIC , altvocaldernic , ALDERNATE , notworthriskquoteic.

role(s) - anchor , sleeper , hygienist , protector , sibling figure.

species - wolf / dog , could be wolf / dog / human hybrid creature if using a humanish face claim or possibly some form of shapeshifter between. ghostkin.

source(s) - brainmade.

emoji(s) - 🐺 , 🌑 , 💤 , 🔉 , 🐚 , 💧 , 🌊 , 🌫 , 🌧 , 🌥 , ☁️ , 💭 , 🎞 , 📼 , 🔌 , 📺.

likes - night walks , taking naps , sleeping , staying clean , swimming , water in general , showers and baths , quiet dark rooms , music , moon themes , analog horror , old movies , the truman show , people x trusts , stretching in the mornings , ghosts , pets.

dislikes - being too hot , having to talk in front of too many people , people vae don't trust , stomachaches , being tired for too long , back pain (especially due to sleeping in the worst possible positions).

personality description - Callum is a rather friendly part , it keeps to themselves oftentimes , but when around someone x trusts arf can be semi-talkative , usually speaking about things such as movies thy recently watched , or old classics they enjoy rewatching often. they also have an interest in analog horror and horror medias in general. teeth often tries to keep to an alright sleep routine , though cani can mess it up easily by taking naps in the middle of the day if star feels like doing so.

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[seattlesellie]

Thinking abt Ellie who’s a voicemail bandit… like imagine she’s needy or just misses you so bad. She calls once, then twice, but you don’t answer the phone and she feels some type of way abt it.

Whenever u get the chance to see your notifications, you have a voicemail and a singular text from your sweet girl, just a nice and seemingly innocent, “missed u today. call me when you have a second :)”.

You move to check the voicemail and your heart flutters with how raspy her voice sounds, but it’s easy to chalk it up to her just waking up from a nap. You listen to Ellie ramble about how much she misses you and wishes you could come over a bit earlier than the scheduled time; you take note of how breathy she sounds and the numerous amounts of huffs that she lets out. As she keeps talking, she lets out pieces of what’s got her mind running; her voice continues to lose its bass as her hand teases the waistband of her boxers and brushes over her thin happy trail. She tells you how much she’s thinking about your lips and how you left her yearning for you after your endless teasing from the last time she saw you. She slips her hand in her pants and bites back a grunt with a quiet curse into the air.

“I wish you could see me right now. Miss you so bad it hurts.”

OH OH OH my head is spinning the thin happy trail mention !!! i need her so bad :((

[gabessquishytum]

Re: panty stealing neighbors

Dream's tired of his favorite panties being stolen right out of the dryer. His apartment is on the same floor as the laundry room so he often gets lazy about picking up his laundry right away.

One day he sets a trap for the panty bandit by leaving out a pair of red lacy panties at the top of his laundry basket while he goes back to "get detergent". He catches Hob red-handed, quite literally. Hob finally confesses that he's been quietly crushing on his hot neighbor and one day noticed Dream dropped a pair of dirty panties in the hallway on the way to laundry room. Hob took his opportunity and has been stealing Dream's underwear ever since.

But while Dream's in the middle of shaming Hob for being a pervert, Hob notices Dream is wearing a pair of HIS boxers, which he gleefully points out. Dream blushes, also caught red handed. Turns out Dream's been swiping Hob's underwear from the gym down the street. Dream's never gotten a reallllllllyyyyyy good look at Hob's face at the gym, he was always constantly distracted by the chest rug and his sexy hairy legs. So whenever Hob would shower at the gym, Dream would just nick the boxers and smell them for days after, then just wear them around the apartment.

Cue hot and bothered making out that ends in sexy times at Dream's apartment down the hall. And then cute little gifts of dirty underwear left in each other's apartment.

Off anon cause we already all know I'm a degenerate 😂💖

SEIYA MY BELOVED

thank you SO much for indulging my pantysniffing thoughts and expanding on this. i absolutely love it <33 also please know that the phrase "panty bandit" is now my favourite ever.

Just imagine Dream’s OUTRAGE. he's standing there, red faced, giving Hob a piece of his mind- "how dare you, do you know how disgusting you are, do you know how much these things COST?" And Hob listens penitantly, he really does, until he starts smirking.

And once Dream is done he's like "you're absolutely right love and I do apologise, but I think that your argument would have more weight if you weren't literally wearing my underwear."

Dream doesn't really have much of a response except to turn bright red (same colour as the panties, actually). He doesn't even use the gym anymore, he just goes there to hopelessly ogle men and steal his fave gym crush's boxers. It's not his fault! Hob shouldn't take them off in the first place! What's he doing, going commando in the gym?! He's just asking for trouble.

Hob grins and shrugs. Leans across to whisper in Dream’s ear - "I'm not commando now, sweetheart. I'm wearing some of yours." Dream literally moans out loud.

He gets to drag Hob back to his apartment (laundry abandoned) and take the contraband panties off with his teeth - which is no mean feat, considering how tight they are on Hob. They smell divine, but not as good as Hob’s actual body. Dream’s never been happier than he is between those sexy hairy thighs.

A couple of days later, Dream gets a delivery. First of all, a "fresh" pair of Hob’s boxers. And by fresh, I mean freshly covered in cum. Secondly, a new package of luxury lingerie, all in Dream’s size, with an accompanying note:

I'm keeping those red ones from the other day, so thought I'd better make up for it. Can't wait to see you ruin these for me <3