#my crown is finally in so i can go back to treating my mouth like an enrichment tool like no one intended

[rabbitindisguise]

Me: hmm I want to try other granolas. Branch out. Get more protein

Me, mid meal: what the fuck this just tastes like fuckin. Oat Puff Cereal. It's squishy. And gross.

Ingredients: whole rolled oats, textured soy prot-

Me, scornfully: what the hell man that's totally what it is. this should feel like eating rocks. In a bad way. This doesn't even hurt my mouth a little bit. smh. And you call yourself a company. So fucking disappointed in you Open Nature™

[httpskuzuu]

Fault

i wrote this while watching apocalipsisminecraft :D

Anyway, I'm not very good at writing dialogues, so I hope it's okay

Yandere!Dazai x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

summary: you deal with the silent treatment after an argument.

tw: angst¿, toxic relationship, manipulation

The silence is simply punishing, it always was. Your body was intact, balled up on your bed, but your mind wasn't as lucky. The silent treatment was a problem, one that hurt more than you'd like to admit, but your still-wet cheeks gave you away.

It hurt you that Dazai ignored you. You had tried to distract yourself in a thousand ways these days: you went out with your friends (the few you had left), spent the days away from home, concentrated on your hobbies. Nothing seemed to work, it's as if Dazai had planted a seed in your psyche that keeps growing and growing, every day his silence was getting worse.

You can't win an argument because this is what happens, talking or complaining about Osamu's toxic behavior would only ensure you that wordless jail. You had every right to complain! Because of him you lost many friends, he distanced you from them in a way that made you only realize it when it was too late, after you had already cut the total bond with them and they didn't want to see you again.

You don't blame them either, if a friend had a toxic boyfriend and ignored you for him all day, not letting help them, you would be angry too. They have been very patient because they know the details of your life with Dazai well, but everyone has limits.

Now you are alone, even Dazai doesn't seem to love you.

You try to hold back your tears at that thought, but it is impossible, you can only cover your mouth with your hand to hide your sobs. That's one of the things you had tried to avoid, if Dazai really loved you he wouldn't do this to you.

He knows of your suffering and yet he continues to treat you as if you were a ghost, you can't help but doubt his feelings for you. You think that maybe you are just a sadistic desire of his, that he only wants to pretend to love you and then leave you abandoned like a toy. Yes, you are just that, his toy.

There's not much to complain about either, you're aware of your situation and yet here you are, by his side. It's not that you wouldn't have tried to leave him, you did once, but he came back to beg your forgiveness and you simply couldn't refuse. You become weak with just one look from him.

And that cycle was always repeating itself. Whenever there was a fight big enough to overshadow your love for Osamu, he was the one who apologized. You wished it was like that this time too, but it's not.

Know what, fuck it, who needs friends anyway? You need Dazai, it hurts not being together with him. It eats you up inside with anger and shame for letting yourself fall for his manipulation, but what else are you going to do? You're not going to keep crying in bed until you fall asleep.

You head towards the living room where you know for sure that Dazai is, watching TV. He doesn't even turn to look at you even though you are sure he heard your footsteps.

“Osamu.” Saying his name is a mixture of pain and love that infiltrates your brain. Sometimes you wish you had never met him, but you think better of it when you remember that he is the only one who loves you. Who else could love you with your attitude?

He still does not respond and a look of sadness invades you, you try to remove it, but it comes back each time. Finally you give up, Dazai already knows how weak and useless you are and knows well your character, so you allow yourself to cry.

You don't hesitate to lie on his body and hug him while you try to form a sentence, any sentence, but only incoherent sobs come out.

You don't see Osamu's reaction, you just wish he was as affected as you are. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head lovingly. You missed him so much, you don't even know how you managed to survive these days without his love and touch. “What is it, Belladonna?”

You press your face against his chest as shame clutches tightly at your throat. He mocks you even your current state and that is like a stab in the heart, you feel the pain in every detail.

“You hate me, you hate me.” Stifled meaningless sobs come out of your mouth, but still Osamu manages to hear them.

“And why would you say such a stupid thing?”

“You were ignoring me! If you really loved me you wouldn't do that.”

“So now I'm the bad guy.” His tone of voice changes to a more distant one and his hug loses strength. In response you can only hug him tighter, afraid that, if you loosen his arms a little, he will leave you alone again. “You didn't try to talk to me either.”

You raise your gaze, an indignant one, which is accompanied by furrowed eyebrows. You want to look annoyed, but you just look pathetic.

“That's because you always do the same thing! We fight and you stop talking to me!” Pain trickles through your words, but Dazai doesn't seem to care enough to comfort you. “What am I going to humiliate myself for when I know you're going to ignore me?”

"Oh, poor little Belladonna, always the victim of the story." His condescending voice makes you feel like an idiot, you come to think that you really are. "Didn't you ever think I just needed space? Come on, you're so clingy and I was just trying to protect you from getting hurt.”

Seeing your puzzled expression, he can only laugh.

“Well of course you haven't thought about it. That cute little head of yours is good for nothing but victimization.”

“I- I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt this way...” Your voice trembles and his words linger in your mind. Maybe it's all your fault after all, you've never tried to put yourself in the opposite shoes and that makes you feel like the biggest useless.

The award for the worst partner in the world should be given to you, you think.

Dazai has no reaction at first, looking at you with those cold eyes, but they soften after a few seconds. He can't resist you after all.

Osamu's warm arms squeeze you again, you almost cry with joy thanks to how nice it feels to be held like that.

"It's okay, my sweet." Osamu ends up whispering near your ear, which sends a pleasurable shiver throughout your body. “Let me show you how much I love you now.”

and if I make a second part nsfw? 👀

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ CANDY PRINCESS — nanami kento

you miss out on trick or treating with your daughter, but kento and yuuji don't

contents. fem!reader dad!nanami, big brother yuuji, fluff sorcerer!reader, aftermath of trick of treating hehe, cute nanami family moments on halloween — 969

you get home from a mission later than usual, your clothes coated in the blood of curses, bruises up and down your arm. your hair is a mess, and you miss your family, irritated that you'd had to work on halloween, especially since everyone knew you had a young daughter you'd wanted to spend the evening with.

when you open the door, there's a movie playing, a halloween cartoon that you haven't watched in years. candy wrappers are spilled all over the floor, your daughter picking out all the candies she doesn't like.

she sees you before you can say anything, and she jumps to her feet, scurrying across the room in her little pink princess dress, crown tumbling off her head. "mommy!"

you smile, relaxing at the sight of your sweet little girl, and outstretch your arms as she jumps into them. the blood from your shirt smears onto her dress, but she's used to seeing you in such a state; you and kento can protect her from a lot of things, but not from the vision of you covered in gore, exhausted after a long day.

"hi, sweetie," you say, kissing her forehead as you brush the loose tendrils of hair away from her face. "i missed you. i'm sorry i couldn't come trick or treating with you."

"that's okay, mommy," she squeezes your hand, her tiny palm wrapping around your thumb. "yuuji came with us! we had so much fun! he's really good at being my knight!"

you squeeze your daughter tight once more, and set her back down, letting her lead you over to the stash of candy.

"hey, you're back!" yuuji says, sitting up on the floor next to his own bag of halloween candy. he's dressed up in a knight costume, the helmet beside him on the floor as he grins up at you. "your mission took longer than we thought."

"well, there was unexpectedly first grade curses that no one warned me about." you sigh, letting the exhaustion seep into you; you're finally able to relax, the tension in your shoulder draining away. "where's-"

you feel kento sneak up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he kisses your temple, grins into your hair. "a treat for me finally?" he asks stupidly, and you roll you eyes with a smile, squeezing the hands that rest on your stomach. "how did the mission go?"

you don't get a chance to respond before your daughter is pulling you back to the ground, guiding you and kento to sit beside her.

"mommy, here are all your favorites! daddy said you liked these ones a lot so i saved them for you," she smiles, only able to hold a few pieces of candy in her small hands. "and yuuji traded some with me, because i think those are yucky!" she points to a pile of caramel candies that she's traded for the packages of gummy bears.

kento sits beside you, throwing his arms around your shoulder as he stretches his legs out in front of him. you still feel dirty from the mission, but you let yourself bathe in the relaxing atmosphere as you melt into your husband.

"did he?" you ask, looking up at yuuji. "what a nice big brother."

the teenage boy shrugs, picking up a caramel that he tosses into his mouth. "i'm not picky, i'll eat anything."

kento sighs. "we're all well aware of that."

your daughter scrambles onto kento's lap, bringing over some of the packages of gummy bears with her. there's chocolate on her face, and the lip gloss she'd begged you to let her wear had somehow gotten all over her chin. still, she looks adorable in her little gown, which has muddied at the bottom.

"which ones do you want?" she asks her father, smiling up at him with a wide grin, toothless grin. "the pink ones are my favorite. actually, i like them all! but you can have the blue ones if you want. they match your shirt, daddy!"

kento laughs, brushing a hand over her head. "i'll let you have them, princess. you've had such a busy day of running the kingdom, you deserve all the candy." he grins at her, tickling her sides as she giggles, burying her head in his collarbone.

you smile, dropping your head on kento's shoulder as you kiss the top of your daughter's head, a few tears springing to your eyes.

then, she runs off with yuuji, the two of them off to find a different halloween movie to watch to wrap up the evening. and kento holds your hand in his, his thumb running over your knuckle, smiling into your hair.

"tired?" he asks, his fingers tracing your arm, soothing circles relaxing you.

you hum, and a yawn bursts out of you, the scent of kento so much like home. "yeah," you admit, eyes fluttering closed as he holds you tighter. "i'm sorry i couldn't go with you."

"don't feel bad, sweetheart," he shakes his head, tipping your chin up to kiss him. "you didn't miss much. i had to carry her most of the way, she got tired."

you laugh, looking at the bundle of energy that's chasing yuuji around the kitchen, unsurprised that she'd begged kento to carry her around the neighborhood. a surge of love washes over you, and you kiss kento's cheek, his lips, your heart delicate in your chest.

despite missing an evening with your family, you're grateful you're still able to have this moment with him, to bathe in the affection you feel for the man beside you.

and though being a sorcerer is exhausting, a job more brutal than its worth, you'd never give it up. just because, you'll do anything to keep the young girl and boy in the kitchen safe.

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Harrison Gray 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story (2024)

Chapters 1-3

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1st Birthday Campaign Story

I opened my eyes to the feeling of warm sunlight hitting the back of my eyelids, and saw Harry’s sleeping face.

(We fell asleep without getting dressed. Both of us have been really busy lately and haven't spent much time together, so we got a little too carried away last night…)

We finally had some quiet time last night and spent it together, but— 

Harrison: Mm…

Kate: Good morning, Harry.

Harry, who had woken up once, frowned and shut his eyes again.

Harrison: … Good night.

Kate: It’s morning already. Please wake up.

Harrison: It’s my day-off today…

Kate: Harry! Wake! Up!

Harry finally opened his eyes when I yanked the sheets off to cover my body.

Harrison: You look amazing this morning, trying to seduce me? 

Kate: I-I’m not!

Harry, groggy from being woken up, planted a kiss on my cheek.

Harrison: Sure looks that way to me, though.

Kate: Mmph, Harry!

He distracted me with a kiss on my lips and reached for the sheets covering my body.

Kate: N-No! 

Harrison: … Is it because I went too hard on you yesterday?

Kate: That’s not the case. 

Our interactions since morning filled my heart with both joy and embarrassment, but—

Kate: We made a promise to prepare for your birthday together this year! 

Today's date is the 29th of May, a day before Harry’s birthday.

I tried to secretly plan a birthday party for him last year, but…

= Flashback Start =

Harrison: You’ve been avoiding me all day because you’re planning a surprise birthday party for me, am I right?

= Flashback End =

(The cake remained a surprise, but he easily found out about the party.) 

I thought about how to go about the birthday party preparations this year, and decided that we would prepare for it together. 

(Avoiding Harry while preparing for the surprise party made me feel guilty, so I’m glad I don’t have to do that again this year.) 

(Moreover, Victor gave us two days off. That means we can be together throughout.)

Harrison: Where do we start?

Kate: First of all—

…

Kate: We’re baking the cake together this year! 

After arranging the ingredients and equipment on the counter, Harry picked up the cake mould.

Harrison: … Isn't this too small?

Kate: I think it's enough, but would you prefer to have a bigger cake? 

I baked a five-tier cake with Crown’s help last year, but we’re baking a single tier cake this year. 

(Harry loves sweet foods, so he probably wants more cake to eat.)

Harrison: Knowing you, you definitely put a lot of thought into choosing this size for the cake. 

Kate: Huh… 

Harrison: I’ve never baked a cake before, so I guess this might be the right size. 

I felt a wave of affection wash over me as I watched him put the mould back and think with his hand on his chin.

(Harry is always respectful of my thoughts.)

I tried my best to keep myself from smiling while reflecting on the kindness my lover always treated me with.

Together with the rather adorable Harry whose hands were unfamiliar with baking—

Kate: It’s done!

Harrison: My arms are sore from whipping the cream.

Kate: You were the one who decided to make so much cream because you wanted more to eat…

The cake with a generous amount of fruits as toppings looked good enough to be displayed at the storefront of a bakery. 

Harry scooped up a mouthful of the leftover whipped cream from the bowl with a twinkle in his eyes.

Harrison: Open your mouth, Kate.

Kate: Yes? Mmph.

He shoved the whipped cream into my mouth, some of it getting onto the tip of my nose.

Harrison: Pfft… 

Kate: Goodness! Don’t just shove it in my mouth like that all of a sudden!

Harrison: Haha… my bad. Here.

Harry’s face drew closer and he licked the cream off my nose.

Harrison: Mm… sweet.

Harrison: So? What are we doing next? 

…

Kate: Next, we’re picking out a present for you!

I walked briskly through the shopping street, pulling Harry along behind me by the arm.

Harrison: We don’t need to rush. It’s not as if anything’s going to run away.

Kate: But what if the item you like gets sold out? 

Harrison: What do you think I’ll choose as a present?

Harrison: … You’re being especially energetic this morning.

Kate: Of course I am. Today’s the day before your birthday. 

Harry stopped walking and gave me a wry smile.

Kate: … Are you going to laugh at me?

Harrison: Yeah. 

Kate: It’s been a while since we last went out together like this. We rarely get the chance to spend full days together, you know? 

Kate: Even though this is to celebrate your birthday, it also feels like a reward for myself… 

Despite living in the same castle, I knew from before we started dating that we wouldn't always get to be together. 

(Harry’s missions and his job as a proofreader have been keeping him busy…)

Moreover, we’re total opposites of each other, so we often did our own things separately even on our off days.

We had a relationship where we respected each other’s likes without restricting our actions, and it suited us perfectly.

(But, still, spending time with Harry is my ultimate favourite.)

I stole a glance at Harry next to me and saw him frozen in place with his mouth opened, but he soon snapped back to reality and sighed.

Harrison: … That’s fine, no?

My cheeks started to burn when I noticed that his ears were red although he tried to hide his face.

Harrison: What are you turning bright red for?

Kate: P-Pardon me. 

Harry took my hand with his usual carefree smile, our fingers intertwined.

Harrison: … Being with you makes me happy too.

Kate: What…

Harrison: Was that a lie or the truth?

Kate: … It’d be nice if it were the truth.

Harry pulled the hand he was holding.

Harrison: Then enjoy yourself to the fullest without worries. I’ll do the same. 

We spent our date looking at clothes and going to a cafe, but…

…

Kate: Are you sure that’s all you want for your present? 

The book in Harry’s hand was a recently published mystery novel.

Harrison: Yeah this is what I wanted the most. Thanks.

(As expected, he chose something that doesn't cost much.)

He seemed to notice my disappointment that he chose an inexpensive present. 

Harrison: Isn't it the sentiment that counts, and not the price? 

Kate: That’s true, but… 

Harrison: All that matters is that you bought it for me. 

Harrison: Besides… I’ve already received more than enough from you.

(What does he mean by that?) 

When I cocked my head in puzzlement at Harry’s words, he stroked my hair fondly.

Harrison: Give it a good thought, okay?

He took his hand off my hair and held my hand.

Harrison: Alright, what’s next?

Gazing at Harry’s profile under the light of the setting sun, I took a deep breath.

(It’s okay, he hasn't seen through my “lie”.)

(I hope this lie remains hidden from him for the rest of the remaining hours.)

…

Afterwards, we enjoyed the dishes Victor prepared for Harry’s pre-birthday celebration.

…

Harrison: We’ve been out and about all day. 

Kate: Are you exhausted?

Harrison: A little, but it's not too bad. 

Kate: Fufu… I feel the same.

Kate: I’m looking forward to tomorrow.

Harrison: Yeah. 

Kate: Eh…

Harrison: What’s wrong?

Kate: Nothing… I was just surprised to hear you say that you’re looking forward to it…

(Harry has always been one to think that he doesn't deserve to celebrate his birthday.) 

No amount of imagining how his past birthdays must’ve felt like to him would make me truly understand.

Last year, I tried my best to make his birthday special without having to lie to him,

(But he didn't say that he was looking forward to his next birthday.)

Knowing Harry now thought of his birthday as something to look forward to filled me with so much joy, I felt a twinge in my nose.

Harrison: … Sorry to interrupt your emotional moment, but can I have what I want the most?

Kate: Whoa!

Harry suddenly pulled my arm, making me lose my balance and fall onto him.

He gently caressed my waist as he held me close enough to hear his heartbeat. 

Harrison: … I want you. May I?

I nearly nodded in response to Harry’s whisper in my ear,

Kate: N-Not yet! 

Harrison: … You're hiding something from me, aren't you? 

Right when I thought I was in trouble, there was a knock on the door.

Kate: Be right there!

Harrison: Huh…?

I swiftly got out of bed and went into the hallway where a maid handed a tea trolley to me.

I expressed my thanks to her before pushing the trolley into the room and parking in front of Harry, who stared wide-eyed at it from the bed. 

Kate: Harry! Happy birthday!

Harrison: What’s with that cake? 

His eyes fixed onto the six-tiered cake on the tea trolley with the cake we baked together at the very top. 

Kate: … I’m sorry, Harry. I lied to you.

I raised a finger.

Kate: The truth is, I had Crown bake the other five tiers.

Kate: But I knew that if we did the same thing we did last year, you’d figure it out.

Kate: That’s why, this year, I decided to make a cake together so that you wouldn't find out about it. 

While Harry remained astonished, I pulled out a refined black box I had kept hidden. 

Harrison: … What’s that? 

Kate: There’s one more thing I hid from you. Actually, I’ve already bought you a birthday present.

I opened the box to reveal a mint coloured fountain pen.

Kate: I knew you wouldn’t choose something expensive for your present.

Kate: … But I wanted to give you a proper present.

Kate: I thought that if I had everything prepared in advance and did the same things with you, you wouldn't realise it.

Kate: Looks like I succeeded! 

Harry’s lips curled into a smile as he gazed at my triumphant expression.

Harrison: You really are something else…

He caressed my cheek with his palm. 

Harrison: … You’re always surpassing my expectations. 

Harrison: I did think you were hiding something from me, but…

Harrison: If you were to do the same thing again, I wouldn't be able to figure it out just by looking into your eyes. 

Despite his words, Harry looked happy and I held the hand stroking my cheek.

Kate: Let’s dig in, Harry. 

I fed Harry a piece of cake with a fork, and he placed a hand on the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss.

Kate: Mm, why?

While I was distracted by his non-stop sweet kisses, I felt his hand untie the ribbons on the back of my blouse,

Kate: Are we not eating the cake—

Harrison: We’re eating it together now, aren’t we?

Kate: This isn’t eating!

Harry was being more impatient than usual and I felt like I was going to drown in the sweet moment,

(But I must say it to him.)

Kate: P-Please wait a minute! 

Harrison: … What? 

He wore a dissatisfied look, but I straightened up and spoke.

Kate: Happy birthday. I’m glad I could spend it together with you again this year.

Kate: … What do you think of my lie?

After blinking in silence for a brief moment, Harry pulled me into a tight hug.

Harrison: … I used to think that someone like me didn't deserve to have his birthday celebrated properly. 

Harrison: The lying fox’s fated ending isn't a happy one. No matter which fairytale, the fox is always the hated one. 

In fairytales, the fox was a symbol of deceit.

I was well aware that none of the tales had happy endings for the foxes.

Harrison: … But all of that changed when you came into my life.

Harrison: There’s no one who would be happier about my birthday than myself, except for you. That’s why it doesn't feel bad to have been lied to.

I felt Harry chuckle on my shoulder and narrowed my eyes.

Kate: I’ll still be here to celebrate your birthday with you next year, and every year after. 

Harrison: Any birthday with you by my side is the best birthday of all.

Kate: Really…?

Harrison: You’ll find out from now on, whether that’s the truth or a lie.

Harrison: … You’ll still be by my side next year and every year after, right? 

I intended to remain by his side to find that out and be the first person to celebrate every one of his birthdays from now on,

Harrison: I told you, didn’t I?

Harry removed his shirt and his lips drew close— 

Harrison: — Any birthday with you by my side is the best birthday of all.

Kate: Ah… 

Last year, I wasn’t able to truly believe those words.

(I wasn't confident that my presence alone would be enough to make his birthday the best one ever.)

(... But I understand it now.)

This is the truth from you, a person who always lies. 

[stanfanfiction]

Taste of You - Ken / fem! Reader fanfic - PART TWO

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

Tags/ warnings: 18+ ONLY / virgin Ken / oral (f and m receiving) / lots of fluff and horny angst / bashful Ken / first time sex / Ken being confused and adorable and hot / slow burn / smut / praise k!nk

Ken stared at you, nodding slightly, but his nerves seemed to still get the better of him at your soft command to “get in the bed.” You touched his cheek gently. He hummed happily, nuzzling his cheekbone into your palm, eyes twinkling, still looking at you, enjoying being treated so gently.

“What is it, Ken?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in, and brought a hand up to make sure your hand stayed against his cheek. He shrugged the tiniest bit, glancing away when he opened his eyes again. “I, well, I thought I knew enough….to…I wanted to…impress you.”

Any shred of his forced “cool” demeanor completely gone, you smiled at him, small and quiet. “You do impress me, Ken.”

He stared. “Don’t lie to me. Please,” he whispered, sounding choked up.

You shook your head. “I’m not. I won’t.” You get why Ken might not have the best self esteem, especially considering his kind of forced himbo status since his “birth” into the world and considering how, reading through the lines based on what Ken had told you, that all of the Kens back in Barbieland held the same level of intellect. So you got why he would, here with you in your world, definitely feel overwhelmed and possibly not the brightest.

Ken glanced down at himself again, still holding your palm to his cheek. “You promise?”

“Ken, everyone has to learn this kind of thing this way, and have someone show them.”

He stood a little straighter then. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.” You slowly reached your free hand towards his cock, which did somehow resemble a gorgeously huge, fake looking sex toy you would get at a shop. But then, he WAS technically a doll…somehow…even here, in your world..you stopped thinking too hard about it as you wrapped your hand softly around the base of him, not wanting to move too fast, making sure he felt comfortable with everything. He inhaled sharply as you applied pressure with your hand, although not moving it yet.

“Is this okay, Ken?” You whispered.

He continued to stare at your hand wrapped around him as you kept a steady grip on his shaft, gently gliding up to his tip. As you circled your thumb around his crown, he let out the most gorgeous shiver. The noise that escaped his lips was almost silent but made you suddenly desperate to hear more, hear him louder.

“How is this?” You asked, thumb continuing to rub on him.

He exhaled loudly, his hand gripping the your one that he had been holding to his face by the wrist and squeezing, almost in pulses, unintentionally in time with the bolts of pleasure he was feeling as you touched him.

“This is…it’s good. Really,” he swallowed, “really good.” He shuddered again, and you knew you had to get him on the bed and start to have your way with him already.

“Ken, can I keep doing this to you? But, on the bed?”

He finally looked back up into your eyes. His pupils were huge, and he breathed through his mouth - god, how the fuck were you so attracted to his mouth now, and thinking of the things you would teach him to do with it.

“Mmmhmm,” he replied, short, simple. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back, get comfortable.” You removed your hand from his groin, and he moaned in disappointment. “I’ll start again, once you’re..” you nodded to the bed directly behind you. He walked to where you had directed, not letting go of your wrist, and sat down, staring at you expectedly. You felt like you should have been frustrated but somehow every moment of this was just blissful, quiet, mesmerizing. Watching him was *truly* mesmerizing.

“Okay, get further up the bed. Lay back for me.”

He did as you asked, still not letting go of your wrist, thus pulling you up towards the headboard with him. It was as if he was afraid you would leave if he let you go.

“Good Ken,” you said, not really thinking through your words until you heard him breathe in sharply again. Oohhhh….of course he would have a praise kink. And of course he wouldn’t even known what a *kink* is yet, you thought.

His eyes trained on you every moment, you straddled him slowly. His gaze flickered up to your face, your lips, down to your legs suddenly encasing his hips, back to your eyes, then your hand as you set it firmly onto his muscled chest.

“I’m going to need this hand back,” you said, gesturing to your imprisoned wrist.

Ken shook his head. You bit back a giggle. “Why, Ken?”

“I don’t want to,” he said simply, not forced or dominant, just…an answer.

“It’ll be easier to make you feel good if you do.”

He paused, then using that same wrist, pulled you down towards him. You were a bit shorter than he was, so even with your hips at the same distance as his, your face barely hovered over his head as you were forced to lean over him, your free hand supporting you still ground into his chest. You weren’t sure what it was he needed, but the tension between you was so thick -

Ken reached his free hand up to tangle in your hair, lifting his head up to suck your lips into his. A moan escaped you effortlessly as he nipped and pulled on your mouth. As you gently dug your nails into his chest, his hips bucked, unexpectedly for the both of you. His head fell back immediately and you were now beginning to become slightly annoyed that he didn’t know what he was doing, because he bare cock stabbing into your panties just then made you want to ride him, hard and NOW. He gasped at the same time you did, staring up at the ceiling as in disbelief.

“THIS is why I need both my hands, Ken,” you said, your voice firm now. He looked at you, his body stiff, chest heaving.

“If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” You stared back at him, and saw in his eyes that he believed you. “I promise.”

He finally released your wrist. Somehow the loss of his grip actually made you sad for a moment. You cursed yourself in your head then sat back up, moving your hips down a bit so his groin was now fully exposed to you. Your core sat on his thighs, his thick muscular, dear fucking god I bet he will be able to fuck like a stud, between those thighs and those abs and - you forced yourself to focus, Ken lying motionless beneath you and staring. The guy never seemed to stop staring.

You breathed in and wrapped both of your hands around his cock, firmly. He moaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, and you decided it was best to just keep moving because if you asked him if he was okay every time you made a move, this would probably last days…not that it would be a bad thing, but…

You began stroking him up and down, making sure to squeeze a little more at the tip and rub your thumb around it before going back down like he seemed to enjoy earlier. And he was very much enjoying it. He grasped the covers beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly at every sensation. His breathing became so rapid you were *almost* worried he was going to hurt himself.

“Is this good, Ken?” You asked, not stopping your movements.

“Ahhmmm..mmhmm…I..AHH!” He sputtered his words, and you felt even more heat grow in your core, watching this man be absolutely destroyed by your touch. His body shivered deliciously, his muscles flexing every time he tensed.

You leaned over without announcement, taking his tip into your mouth and moving it in rhythm with your hands. The noise he made…dear. Fucking. God. He looked down at you now, his eyes wide, his legs trembling a little.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him, as you pushed as much of him into your mouth as you could handle. Ken made a sobbing noise and gripped your hair tightly in both hands. You knew he didn’t intend to, but he was actually pulling a little too hard, and you discovered it turned you on more. You began sucking him a little faster, taking breaks to suck and lick only his tip, then going back down as far to his base as you could muster.

“I…fuck…Y/n…I can’t -“

You sat up, releasing his member from your lips, but still holding him with one hand. You actually felt concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I need…I can’t…breathe.”

You climbed back up closer to him, hovering over his torso, taking his face in both of your hands. His pupils were fully blown, his hair messy from tossing it back and forth on the pillows, and his entire body was flushed. He looked like he had just been fucked out of his mind. Your fingers on his cheeks seemed to soothe him, and again he reached a hand up to hold one of your hands and cradle it as he leaned into your palm.

“Are you okay, Ken?”

His eyes closed, he hummed an answer that sounded winded but content.

“What do you need?” you asked.

“Mmmmmm. Just you.” He sounded almost drugged, smiling and turning his face to plant kisses into your palm.

“Do you not want me to finish?”

“Finish what?”

Holy shit. He didn’t even know what a climax was. You were dumbfounded for just a moment, not knowing what to say. He helped snap you out of it.

“Why aren’t you undressed, y/a?” The sudden realization dawned on him, and he leaned up onto his elbows, you moving back a little to avoid him literally smashing his face into yours.

“I, uhh…was wanting to focus on your first.”

He cocked his head. “But in the movie -“

“Yes, I know, they were both not wearing clothes.”

“Do you dislike not wearing clothes?”

His desire to discover an answer was - why did everything he was doing right now make you want to fuck him more.

“Oh!” He sat up more, face bright with a new realization, and now you fully straddled his lap as his hands came up to wrap around your waist, almost as if a seatbelt to keep you safe. “Is it because I’m supposed to undress you? Like how you undressed me?”

You didn’t know why you kept losing your words tonight, but now it was fucking happening again.

You were taken off guard as he wrapped his hands around your small nightly, pulling it off in one easy, swift motion. He smiled at your proudly, and you just stared at him in disbelief, until he glanced down and saw your breasts. Then his entire face became entranced. You didn’t realize you were covering yourself with your hands until you spoke.

“Now I KNOW you’ve seen this. These were aalll over that movie.”

“Yes, but those weren’t yours.” He reached up and pulled your arms away easily, gazing at you as if opening a fascinating book for the first time. You held your breath as he held you open for him, his lips parting slightly as if in a trance. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth without warning, and you caught yourself pulling back from the sudden touch. Ken seemed to sense that you weren’t saying “no” as much as you were saying, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting that,” and he placed both large hands onto your back and he easily pulled you into him again, this time his lips latching tightly onto your nipple.

Now it was your turn to shudder. He sucked gently and hearing your moan, pulled you between his lips a little harder. You exhaled loudly when his tongue swept over it, and he hummed contentedly, continuing his exploration of your nub for awhile longer. You placed your hands on his shoulders, not needing to balance yourself but wanting to touch him as he held you firmly in place with his own hands, pressing harder into your back so you were easier to suck on, to take more of your breast into his mouth. You bucked when he bit down, gently, but still without expectation, and he grunted when your clothed vulva once again pressed against his naked cock.

He pulled away, looking up at you. Now YOU were flushed and heaving and…all over a goddamn nipple? Fuck. What was happening.

You looked at him, suddenly feeling a little self conscious again. “Hi,” you whispered.

He beamed at you in adoration. “I made you feel good, too?”

You exhaled and smiled, laughing a soft, breathy giggle. “Yes, Ken.”

“I’m good at this now?”

You brought your hands up to run your fingers along the back of his neck, and his expression let you know this was another new sensation he hadn’t experienced before. “You are very good at this, Ken.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, sighing, holding you close to him. Honestly, you were thankful for this moment, you needed a breather. You stayed like this until he pulled back, once again looking confused. Your stomach flipped. Oh no, what this time?

“The man went off screen to go down on the woman, too. Like when the woman went offscreen…she was doing what you did to me?”

You realized what was about to happen and blushed so deeply you felt the heat in your cheeks literally burn. “Mmmhmm,” you got out.

He looked down at you, at your panties still covering your core. “Then it’s my turn to do that to you.” He smiled, confident he had given you the correct answer and that you would be proud of him. He reached for the tops of your panties but you stilled his hands, suddenly VERY nervous.

Ken frowned. “What is it? Are you confused like I was earlier?”

Your mind raced. Of course you had had sex before, many times, actually. But suddenly being put in a position to REALLY have to focus on literally every single detail, down to introducing this man to what a woman’s privates looked like, how to touch them, studying every sound and movement you made, and how incredibly vulnerable that made you feel…you were frozen for a moment.

Ken remained silent, contemplating what he was supposed to say. You seemed anxious like he had been earlier, so, you must have been feeling the same worries that he had, he mused. He racked his brain for a moment, then said, “If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” He smiled now, obviously proud of himself for remembering what you had told him earlier. You realized he assumed that what must be said every time someone was about to give another oral sex. It must just be the “normal” thing in his mind - and he had zero idea what giving oral to you was going to be like.

You nodded slowly, and looking genuinely concerned, he began moving one hand up and down your back gently, tracing your curves with his fingers. It’s as if he knew he needed to help you relax, and his instinct this time was finally perfect. Your body became less rigid, and he moved the other hand to hold and squeeze your other breast, and you became dizzy and…just…fuck it.

You leaned into him completely, kissing his jawline, his neck, his collarbone, leaving tiny bites here and there, loving the gasps he made and how certain areas that felt particularly good made his grip on you tighten. His chest melted into yours as he kissed you greedily, hungrily, and he ran his tongue along your lips. You moaned and could tell he smiled a little, feeling proud. He knew now that you liked his tongue, a lot.

After awhile longer, he pulled back, looking back down at your panties. “Can I take these off now? Please?”

He fucking said please….

You took a deep breathe, and climbed off of his lap. He whined at the loss of contact as you reached to pull your panties off.

“No!” He started, hand reaching out. “No, that’s my job to do.”

“This isn’t like a formal thing, Ken.”

Confusion. Again.

“Just let me do it,” he pleaded, not seeming to want to understand what you had said, but literally giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the waistband of your panties in both hands now, only waiting for you to give permission. You didn’t think he really understood the concept of consent, but that he just really didn’t want to do anything to upset you.

You laid back in the bed onto your back now, and he watched every moment, the most loving look on his face. You nodded finally, taking your hands away from his, allowing him the access he craved.

He smiled as he pulled the clothing off of you, leaving you completely bare. You worked hard not to force your thighs together, just breathe, just let him see.

He didn’t say anything at first. He was still, as if working to understand, once again, something he had never seen before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck stop feeling self-conscio-

You internal scolding hushed as he gripped both of your thighs again, pulling you open. You held your arm over your mouth, trying to just be silent. You didn’t feel shame per say, but this was all such a mind-fuck and you -

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sighed.

You looked over your arm, and he continued boring his gaze into your core. “So, so beautiful, Y/N.” One of his hands begin grazing up one of your thighs, and once again you worked to control your breathing. His fingertips ever so goddamn gently touched your clit, and you gasped, His barely-there touch was electric. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” he cooed. “You’re incredible.”

One finger ran down your entire core, slowly, studying every little crease it could find, memorizing you. You let out a small sob yourself, just trying to get through whatever wonderful torture this was.

Ken looked back up at you. “Hey, Y/N?” You were silent, expecting him to be asking another sex question. “Y/n? Please? Will you look at me?”

You did as he asked, his stunning, chiseled body planted firmly in front of you. Oh god, the things running through your mind that could literally happen at any moment if you’d just fucking explain them to him.

“Yes, Ken?” You breathed.

“How do I make you feel good now? I…haven’t seen one…”

You nodded, working through how exactly you wanted to introduce him to this new segment. “Uhm,” you began, deciding maybe it was best if you did the touching, at the least for now.

“So, this area here,” you touched your clit with a finger, pressing on it slightly, chills running through you. Chills that Ken definitely noticed. He looked excited but focused.

“And here,” you went lower, slowly, “is the vagina.” You held your lips open a little so you could show him easier.

“Mmmhmm. Okay.” He encouraged you to go on, letting you know he was paying attention.

You decided you would stop feeling any form of embarrassment from this point forward and just force yourself to enjoy this, not think about it…

“The vagina,” you said, dipping one of your fingers into it, but didn’t continue when you heard him gasp, his eyes wide.

“So I put my fingers on your clit and in your vagina and that makes you feel good?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you replied, slowly taking your finger back out to rub your clit again.

“Okay, yeah, mmhmm I can do that.” He was talking more to himself than to you, and hurriedly moved the hand you were using to touch yourself out of his way, eager to try.

“Wait, Ken!”

He startled at your command. He looked almost incredulous, why would you stop something right when he understood?

“Listen.” You sat up now, holding his hands. “This is…there’s a LOT that goes on from this point forward.”

He nodded, listening, wrapping his hands around yours in a protective way.

“You don’t have to just use fingers.”

He nodded quickly, letting go of your hands. “Yes, I know.”

“Ken, you -“

He shushed you with his lips again, pushing you back onto the bed, his weight fulling pressing into you. You moaned, and you knew at the moment you were wet enough for anything he had to offer. He smiled again. “You took such good care of me. Let me take care of you. I know what you need now.”

He slowly began kissing down your neck, your jawline, your collarbone, mimicking the tiny nips you had given him. You closed your eyes and shivered, trusting him to just discover as he went along for now.

He tenderly kissed your breasts, your navel, your hips, holding them while he loved on you firmly, making sure you knew he wanted you to stay there.

When he got down to your core again, you opened your eyes, watching. His eyes met yours, and he smiled one more time, quiet yet confident. A single digit pressed against your clit, circling it, learning how it moved underneath his touch. You moaned softly, and that was enough for him to lower it down to your opening, holding your lips open with his other hand like you had shown him. You braced for “impact,” but all he did was trace around it, staring at it, then back at you. The almost ghost of a touch was fascinating to experience. You had never felt anyone look at you, touch you with so much love, so much care.

“Does it hurt when I put my finger in?” He asked, still circling the muscle gently.

“Mmm, uh, sometimes. If I’m not wet enough.”

He took a moment to contemplate that answer, then leaned down and placed the most delicate kiss into your folds, his touch and breath making you absolutely melt. You wrapped a hand in his hair and just basked in the moment. “What a good Ken.”

This made him even more confident, and he began kissing your core more, up and down, and honestly it felt so wonderful you didn’t want to tell him to do anything else, until his lips suddenly wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You hips bucked and your cried out, and Ken’s eyes sparkled up at yours with joy of figuring out something that *really* made you feel good, and he began lapping at it with his tongue, in the exact same order he had discovered tasing your nipple.

“Ohhh my god,” you panted, pulling his hair hard, which he seemed to love. “So good, Ken. You’re so good at - AHH! Fuck, god, you are incredible.”

Once you started almost mewling, he moved his lips down to your opening, and slowly traced his tongue around it. You were done. Your body went into alternating spasms of being limp then becoming rigid with every movement. When he stuck his tongue inside you, you basically began to sob. He hummed his approval as he licked you deeply in circles then slowly in and out, holding your legs apart because you had begun squeezing them around his head.

Finally he pulled back a little, licked up over your clit again with firm pressure, and exhaled. “Will it hurt if I put my finger in now?”

You knew you looked like a mess, and felt almost goddess-like in it. “Not at all. Please,” you pulled harder on his hair. “Please, Ken. I need it.”

“You need my finger?” You couldn’t tell if he was egging you on or if he was confirming what it was you wanted.

“Yes, you, your finger, your cock, I don’t care anymore. Please, my good boy, I just *need* it.”

Realization dawned on his face, and you cursed yourself for letting the idea of his cock get into his mind again, because even though now he finally understood what he thought he was doing when he dry humped you, you didn’t want to distract him until he had made you come. You felt insane right now.

“Oohhhhh,” he said, smiling warmly at you. “I understand.”

“MMhmmm,” you quipped, trying to to tug his head back down towards your vulva. “Please, now.”

“Fingers?”

You nodded, and he slowly pushing one of his achingly large digits into you, staring at you, making sure you seemed to feel good. You moaned loudly, opening your legs wider. Ken was hypnotized by you.

“More, please.” It was hard to comprehend the right words to get out, as you began bucking into his hand.

“More?”

“Fingers. Need two. Need you to move.”

“Two more? Or two in -“

“KEN, PLEASE!” You cried in frustration, unable to think you were so overwhelmed with sensation and desire.

Kens focus whipped back to your core, pulling out his single finger than pushing two back into you. Your groan was delicious, as was the heat surrounding his fingers now. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness of the muscle he was penetrating. He watched and felt in awe as he began moving his fingers in and out, trying to mimic the way you had been bucking into him.

“Yes, and, please,” you mewled, “curl? Like this?” You showed him two fingers through glazed eyes, curling them upward. Ken stared, determined to do what you were wanting, and copied with his fingers inside you. He did something perfectly because now your hips moved more into his touch, and he moaned as he watched your writing, moaning, all because he was making you feel good. His assault became a little faster after awhile, a little harder, testing out what limits there were, his eyes never leaving your face, your body, memorizing every movement.

"I need your lips, please," you started, then continued quickly, "fingers are good. Keep doing, ahh!!" he hit the spot really hard unexpectedly, and you felt the most amazing pleasure roll through you. "Keep doing THAT, but use your lips on my -"

Ken understood immediately, much to your surprise, but also much to your gratitude as he began sucking and licking your clit in rhythm with his fingers, and you tightened your grip in his hair.

"Please, please, Ken, don't stop," you pleaded, your climax hurriedly approaching.

Ken wanted to pull back and tell you he wouldn't stop, but decided against it, since he wanted to keep doing this to you for as long as you wanted. Your orgasm hit hard and strong, your back arching off the bed, almost screaming as he didn't let up his movements for a single second, even after your body collapsed back onto the bed and you worked to catch your breath.

"Okay, Ken, thank you - ah! oh no, please really, stop."

He stared up at you but kept going, again confused for whatever reason, wanting to make sure he was making you happy.

"Ken, it hurts now." You said, and he halted immediately. He jerked back, removing his lips and fingers from you as if he had been struck.

"I hurt you??" He looked broken.

"No!! no, no, please. Come here. Lay with me." You smiled at him, inviting him to you, and he gingerly crawled up and lay besides you, wanting to touch you so badly still, but not sure what he had done wrong.

"Mmmmm," you breathed happily into his hair, allowing yourself to relax and enjoy the post-orgasm glow. "Thank you, Ken."

He felt tense. You pulled his arm to wrap around your waist, kissing his lips, and he kissed back, still staring at you, needing an answer.

"You made me feel very, veerryy good, Ken. You got me to orgasm."

"I got you a what?”

"When a person is being pleasured, sometimes their pleasure *peaks,*" you show him using your hand, going upwards like mimicking a rollercoaster. "It feels amazing. Like an explosive amount of feeling good," she said, loving using the term he found to be the best way to describe everything tonight. "And then you get all warm and feel all glowy, and cuddly, and sleepy. Like I am right now."

“And I didn’t hurt you?”

“Oh, that’s more because after I orgasm, I’m really sensitive. So it could hurt if you keep going.”

Ken allowed his head to now relax into the pillow next to you, and he smiled. "I made you feel the best you could feel?"

"MMmmmm," you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose, your hand finding its way back into his hair.

Ken smiled, proud, and like he was going to say he loved you. Thankfully he didn't and instead said, "Did I have one of those?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. It can get kind of intense. You seemed like you needed a break."

"I don't know how it could feel better than what you did," he admitted, wrapping your free hand in one of his, kissing your palm again. He seemed to love doing that.

"It can. We can make that happen, if you like."

He smiled sleepily, even though you were pretty sure he wasn't actually tired but rather just matching your energy. "You said my cock can go into -"

"Yes," you cut him off.

"Is that how I orgasm?"

"That's one way." You snuggled your body fully into his now, your skin-to-skin contact making you more relaxed, and Ken nudged his knee in between yours.

"Can we do that next time? After I make you have an orgasm first?"

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He Doesn't Know That I Turned into an Animal - Roger Barel (Part 2)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. None of my translations are proofread until a day after posting

Kate: Woof! Woof!! (I refuse! Absolutely not!!)

Roger: Hey, stop struggling. Do you hate baths? But we can’t sleep in the same bed if you don’t take one.

--

Despite my desperate attempts to resist, Roger picked me up and carried me away.

Kate: Grrr… (I don’t want to…)

Roger: Come on, stop whining. You can’t run away now so just accept it.

As he tried to calm me down, he poured hot water all over my fur.

He lathered me up with soap and proceeded to wash me gently and carefully.

Kate: Grr…rrrr…(Please…stop…) …

It was a mortifying experience, but Roger's skilled hands felt soothing.

Roger: What, you’ve quieted down now? You’ve realized how good a bath feels, haven’t you?

Kate: Arf… (Yes…)

Roger: Haha, I’m glad you’re liking it. You did a good job. Now I just need to rinse and towel you off.

--

Back in the room, Roger wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and dried me.

Roger: You struggled at first, but then calmed down later. …Good girl, good girl.

Roger patted my head with a gentle smile.

(Ugh… I give in when he washes or pets me…)

It felt so good being pet by Roger’s large hands and I wagged my tail in defeat.

Roger: Alright, Ale’s turn next.

Ale: Woof?! (My next meal?!)

Roger: Hahaha, don’t you hate baths too? Do you think you’re getting food again?

Ale: Arf! Arf! (Food! Food!)

Roger left the room with Ale happily trotting after.

A while later, an exhausted-looking Ale and Roger returned.

Ale: Awoo…(Wahhh, I was tricked…) Arf, arf! (Roger was so mean, torturing me with hot water!)

Roger: Cheer up, Ale. Here’s a treat for putting up with the bath.

Ale: Woof?! (Treat?!)

Apparently Ale only understood Roger’s name, and the word “treat”.

Wagging his short tail, Ale ran around Roger’s feet.

Roger: Hey, you want a treat too?

Roger held a biscuit out to me.

Roger: It’s a baked treat for dogs. There’s not much flavor and no unnecessary ingredients.

I ate the biscuit from Roger’s hand. A mild sweetness spread in my mouth.

Roger: Tastes good?

Kate: Arf! (It’s tasty!)

Roger: Haha. You probably don’t understand a word I’m saying…But it sounds like you answered me just now. Your owner’s probably worried about losing such a cute dog.

(...That reminds me, has Crown noticed that I’m missing?)

(I have a couple of days off from being a fairytale keeper, so they might not have started looking yet…)

(Even if they did look for me, they won’t find me because I look like this…)

Roger: Hey. If we can’t find your owner, then… I’ll take care of you. The work put into taking care of one or two dogs isn’t so different. Plus I’ll be twice as happy.

(Roger…)

(Honestly, if I can never turn back…this doesn’t sound so bad)

With how much Roger cares for dogs, I’d live a happy dog life.

--

(Mmm…?)

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night.

The only one sleeping beside me was Ale who was snoring away.

(Huh? Where did Roger go?)

(We were sleeping side by side…Did he go out drinking?)

I hopped off the bed and followed Roger’s scent.

I left Crown castle and finally found him.

Kate: Arf! (Roger!)

Roger: …What’re you doing here? Did you follow my scent? Amazing…

(What’s Roger doing sitting out here in the middle of nowhere?)

I sat down next to Roger and observed him.

Roger: …Since there’s nothing in the way, I can hear the town pretty well.

Roger listened carefully for a moment before he stood up with a look of frustration.

Roger: Damn it…I can’t hear anything. Just where the hell did you go,— 

The name he muttered was drowned out by the wind.

(What’s Roger listening for…?)

Roger: Sorry for keeping you out so late. Let’s head back to the castle.

(Roger really is feeling down…)

(...Cheer up soon)

--

When he returned to Crown Castle, Victor was waiting for us in the foyer. 

Victor: How did it go, Roger?

Roger: No good. Couldn’t hear anything. Not a cry for help nor footsteps…Nothing. I don’t even know where they went.

Victor: I see... Then I’ll keep looking too.

Roger and Victor looked so serious and the air was heavy.

(Roger and Victor are looking for someone…)

(From the mood, is it related to a mission?)

Victor: …Oh, is this little one the lost dog you mentioned? Come here, come here~

Victor casually beckoned me over.

(......Huh?)

(Why won’t my legs move…?)

I looked up at Victor again—And for some reason, was filled with an indescribable sense of fear of him.

Kate: Grrrrr…! (Scary…!)

My teeth were bared and a growl escaped my throat. My fur stood on end and I couldn’t stop shaking.

To shake off my fear, I quickly hid behind Roger.

Victor: Oh my…She’s hiding from me.

Roger: What did you do, Victor?

Victor: I didn’t do anything! However, animals have always avoided me…

Roger: Maybe it’s animal instinct. They know when someone’s dangerous.

Victor: Dangerous? I’m happy, lucky, friendly?!

Kate: Awoo…(I’m sorry, Victor)

Victor: Oh, do you feel sorry? You’re a sweet girl. It’s okay. Even if you’re afraid of me, I don’t hate you. Love & peace!

I felt a little relieved that Victor was as kind as ever, even with dogs.

Victor: Even so, you’re quite taken with Roger, aren’t you?

Roger: I’m used to handling dogs. But… Sorry. I’m gonna have to put off looking for your owner for a while tomorrow.

(I don’t have an owner so I don’t mind at all, but…what happened all of a sudden?)

When I tilted my head in confusion, Roger continued.

Roger: …There’s something else I need to do.

--

The next day, after I spent one night as a dog, Roger had been rushing around making preparations since early morning.

Ale: Arf?! Arf! (Do you wanna play?! Roger!)

Roger: Sorry, Ale. You’re staying home today… You too.

Roger patted our heads and turned to leave.

(He’s going out to do the thing he “needs to do” that he mentioned yesterday)

He’s likely going to “hunt someone down”.

Last night, Roger was listening for a voice or footsteps in town.

(I want to help in some way too…!)

Kate: Arf arf! (Please take me with you!)

Roger: What’s up? Why’d you bark all of a sudden… Are you…feeling lonely? You’re so spoiled.

Ale: Arf arf arf!! (I wanna come along too, Roger!)

Roger: Ale too…Guess I got no choice. It’s not like you’ll get in the way so I’ll take you both along.

(Yay! I get to go with Roger…!)

(Now if only I knew who he was looking for…)

Roger: …Now that I think about it, you followed my scent last night, didn’t you?

Kate: Arf! (I did!)

Roger: Can you follow this scent too?

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♱Phantom & Aurora First Summoning (in-depth)♱

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1382

Notes: eep ! thank you all for the love on my last fic ! it means the most to me ^^ I wrote this a few days after my other post because I wanted to ramble about it a little more and go into depth about how the ghouls treat the new summons - also, my requests are open !! I can pretty much write anything but no NSFW because I don't feel comfortable to write that :) I tried to read through and fix stuff !

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once the young ghouls arrived in the summoning circle, they were dressed in rags, goo and dirt covered their hair and skin and there were some small cuts and bruises littered on their exposed skin

the 2 clung to each other and shook, feeling so small and vulnerable under the gaze of the other; but after the adrenaline of the summoning lowered, the ghouls started cooing and comforting the newly summoned ghouls. but it was Cumulus and Cirrus who shoved past the others to care and hold them

“oh you sweet things,, you’re both so adorable and so small,, oh! you must be hungry!” Cumulus cooed at the young ghouls, pinching their cheeks and taking their hands, pulling them all the way to the kitchen with Cirrus following close behind

everything was already set up, there was so much food, drinks and sweet treats spread around the dining room table. Phantom and Aurora drooled at the sight; they’ve never seen this much food in their time in the pit. they’d always have to fight tooth and nail for a small scrap

“don’t be shy sweethearts, grab a plate!” Cirrus came up behind them and pat their heads. Phantom and Aurora immediately started piling food onto their plates, fitting some pastries in their mouths when there was no more room left on the plate. the ghoulettes were so hypnotized by the young ghouls, they would feed them some of their own food and wipe their cheeks when they got dirty. the other ghouls wanted to pamper the new ghouls but whenever they got close, the ghoulettes growled in warning and actually nipped at Swiss when he got a little too close 

after the new summons were fed, the girls immediately rushed them to Cumulus’ big bathroom where a warm bath was drawn with all kinds of floral scented soaps and candles; they young ghouls felt like they were in heaven. Phantom and Aurora were both placed in the tub filled to the brim with bubbles as Cumulus and Cirrus got to work on bathing them. Cumulus massages Phantom’s scalp with her claws while Cirrus brushed conditioner through Aurora’s wet hair as the younger ghouls purrs echoed off the walls

Cumulus left briefly to gather some of the blankets her and Cirrus have slept with along with some pillow and other things that were full of their scent. Cirrus wrapped both of the ghouls in soft, fluffy towels and started applying lotion on the dry areas of skin they may have, especially on their horns and tails. Cumulus appeared in the door with some baggy sweat pants and t shirts that were worn by them for the ghouls to change into. Cirrus helped them into their new clothes and ushered them out of the bathroom and into the nest Cumulus worked so hard on

“aw, aren’t you two so adorable! i could eat you up right here!” Cirrus purred, pressing her cheek next to Aurora’s, purring back at the older ghoulette. Phantom was clinging onto Cumulus as she ran her nails up and down his back, tail swishing slowly every time her nails gently went up his back

“look at them both! so sleepy and full.” Cumulus whispered, kissing the crown of phantoms head. his purrs grew louder as he snuggled farther into her chest. the older ghoulettes both awed and played with Phantoms hair

Cirrus moved her and Aurora closer so the younger ghouls were pressed against each other while the ghoulettes shifted up so they could connect their heads and look down at the snuggling ghouls. the young ghouls cuddled against each other, finally feeling the warmth and safety they craved in the pit

“you two will be so loved here. you’ll always have a warm bed and hot food every day. we’re going to take such good care of you and spoil you rotten!” 

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It took the Ghoulettes 4 days to finally let the younger ghouls go out and socialize with the others. Swiss was quick to sweep them up and do his own pamper session

he made them a hot plate of breakfast with many freshly grown and chopped fruits, meats, eggs and toast. the younger ghouls finally learned how to take their time with food now that they know it will always be there and will not be taken away but there’s still that looming fear, hence why they still eat pretty quickly but not fast enough to cause concern

after breakfast, Swiss took them off to his room where he had his own nest and snuggle pile with them. that’s when Dew and Rain came in to try to see the new “babies”, as the ghoulettes call them. the new summons were only a little younger then the rest so the pair was confused on why they were treated like toddlers,,

that was until Phantom and Aurora pulled them down to join the cuddle pile, did they finally understand. their scent was so sweet and inviting, they felt soft to the touch and their purrs were so relaxing to hear and feel the rumbling of their chests. don’t even get them started on the kneading; so gentle and slow it was almost hypnotizing. even after they fell asleep, the 3 older ghouls could not stop poking and talking about them. whenever one of them poked a little too hard, they would grumble and swat them away, snuggling closer to whoever they were attached to. that did not stop the older ones, it only encouraged them to keep playing with them

when they weren’t sleeping, they would be out in the gardens or in the living space, making themselves at home. and if they weren’t in either of those places, they were in their rooms that has now been decorated to their liking. 

Aurora’s room was very bright with antique dolls and unicorn toys on shelves and soft pink curtains that were somewhat see through. her bed was a circle bed pressed into one of the corners with pink sheets and stuffed toys laying bc across the pillows and walls as fluffy blankets laid flat across the bed. she had a small day bed/couch infront of her window so she can watch the outside. she also has a small makeup vanity with a pretty circle mirror. he walls were littered with ribbons and stickers and some polaroid pictures of her and the ghouls clipped onto some pastel star fairy lights

Phantoms room was almost the polar opposite - it was halloween and bat themed with a queen size bed in the middle of the room. the sheets were black with a fuzzy black and white skull  blanket folded at the end, halloween pillows and bat stuffed animals leaned against the pillows up top. the walls had patters of webs and mini spiders all going down in a line and fairy lights shaped as little ghosts. he had a desk where he had some sewing supplies, something he’d picked up from Cumulus. there were also polaroids of him and the other ghouls along with band posters he got from vinyl and cd cases plastered on the walls.

Mountain usually stayed clear, like he usually does, but the younger ghouls loved to spend time with him in the gardens

whenever Phantom and/or Aurora needed a quiet place to stay when it gets too overwhelming, Mountain always has the greenhouse door open for them. they usually quietly sit and watch Mountain water the plants or pick the fruits and vegetables that are ripe enough to harvest. sometimes they lay in the grassy part of the greenhouse and just stair up and soak in the sun. sometimes, when Mountain is taking notes or reading, the ghouls would lean against his shoulder and read with him or ask questions in a whisper. 

there was one time when Mountain had finally finished up in the greenhouse when he found both Phantom and Aurora curled into each other and softly snoring. Mountain smiled and picked up the two ghouls and brought them to the living room where his other mates were sitting and watching a movie. they all cooed at the sleeping ghouls as the ghoulettes took both of them into their arms, littering their faces with kisses as they grumbled from being woken up.

[crownedwithstars]

This was supposed to be a more coherent and structured post but my brain is mush so instead you get a bit more chaotic representation.

was thinking of how sometimes you see arguments that Beren and Lúthien get "plot armour" and are treated differently because they are Tolkien's self-inserts for himself and his wife.

and I will allow this is true tuo some extent, especially in the case of Lúthien, but I don't think their story and the success of their quest is because it's self-gratifying fanfiction.

not plot armour or self-inserts but secret third thing: Beren and Lúthien are a part of Ilúvatar's own device to bring down Morgoth and Sauron, and they are able to do the impossible because they have divine favour on their side. (I think it's even said in Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth that if the union of Elf and Man should be achieved, it would be for "some high purpose of doom" - I see what you did there, Tolkien.)

Sam and Frodo are also part of this device (and when you think about it, their quest parallels B&L in many ways).

LOTR arguably confirms this: in TT, Sam and Frodo discuss the Quest for the Silmaril and Sam proposes that they're in the same tale still.

in both cases it's people who no one thought of as powerful or important, and so easily underestimated, that overcome all odds.

it's great that these deeds are worked Ilúvatar's Children, whom Morgoth and Sauron see only as useful slaves.

Beren steals a Silmaril from the crown of Morgoth -> it eventually passes to Elwing -> she brings the Silmaril to Eärendil -> Eärendil uses the light of the Silmaril to find Valinor and fulfills his prophesied fate of pleading mercy for Elves and Men -> Eärendil becomes the Star of High Hope -> Elwing and Eärendil's descendants go on to found the kingdoms that keep Sauron at bay so that he never manages to subdue Middle-earth completely and resistance can rise at the crucial moment to finally destroy him -> Galadriel gives the light of Eärendil's star to Frodo -> the light that comes from the same Silmaril that Beren and Lúthien fought for aids Frodo on his journey to Mount Doom.

as for divine favour/mercy as protection: B&L are saved by the eagles from certain death, they are allowed to return to life and Lúthien alone of the Children is permitted to change her fate (change, not choose like Eärendil and Elwing and their descendants) so that Elwing can eventually be born and be the link between the Silmaril and Eärendil (Elwing also survives two Kinslayings against all odds), the Ring is allowed to be destroyed even though Frodo had essentially failed, and he and Sam are brought back to the lands of the living from the literal mouth of hell.

B&L and S&F are also rewarded for their efforts: B&L get their happily ever after, Frodo is granted an access to the only place where he may heal and experience the greatest bliss that can be had in Arda, and Sam lives a long, fulfilling and busy life (he even gets to tend to and beautify the Shire with Galadriel's gift and in a way fulfill the ambition of creating a great garden the Ring tempted him with).

Like, Ilúvatar used the same device - the love his Children had for one another - twice and it worked both times, but that very much tracks in his legendarium, because while it's the fundamental force of Arda that takes shape in hope and pity and mercy and friendship, his villains regularly scorn and underestimate it. And because of that, Morgoth and Sauron never see B&L and F&S coming.

[owlsinathens]

So, I've written something for the first time in months. Not too sure what this actually is at the moment, but I sure as fuck won't question it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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They’re left alone in the yard, Theon and the little redhead. Robb, Theon repeats the boy’s name in his head. He looks to be about five or six years old, with huge eyes and a lot of freckles all over his nose. A bit too young for Theon, but the boy is the lord's oldest son, so he’ll have to do. For a long moment they stare at each other.

“Come, I’ll show you Winterfell,” the boy – Robb – declares, shuffling his feet. He looks excited, as if he can’t wait, and despite being tired Theon shrugs and follows the boy out of the yard, and into another one.

There’s a gate in that yard and Robb leads Theon through. After a few paces they come out – into the strangest place Theon has ever seen.

The ground is covered with moss, except for a footpath that Robb skips down, not looking back. He doesn’t notice that Theon isn’t following anymore, that he’s rooted to the spot, looking around in awe with his heart beating loudly in his chest.

There are trees everywhere. Big trees, with thick crowns that let almost no light filter into the grove – Theon swallows, a chill running down his spine as his gaze falls on the tree in the middle of it all.

It’s big, gigantic even, with blood-red leaves, the white bark as pale as the bones washing up on the beaches of Old Wyk. In the middle of it a face is carved into the bark, as red as the leaves, as if it is leaking blood, and Theon shivers.

This is a place for different gods than the one Theon knows, gods that fit the man who all of this belongs to, dark and cold and frightening.

“Theon!”

The boy’s – Robb’s – voice rips Theon out of his thoughts. He looks for him, finally spotting the curly red hair next to a pond, under a few blind dark windows. Robb is bouncing up and down, waving at Theon to come over.

Theon squints. Next to Robb another someone has appeared, a little smaller than him, with dark curls tumbling around a pale face. One of the lord’s other children, Theon muses as he cautiously walks over. Robb said he’s got a few siblings.

This must be his sister, Theon decides as he comes closer. The girl looks nothing like Robb, more like her father, and Theon hopes this is not the one he’s going to have to marry.

It had been his uncle Rodrik who’d said it, whispering urgently to Theon’s mother as she sat there crying, painting a picture of what Theon's life would look like in the lord's castle. He’ll be treated with honour, the uncle had said. Lord Stark has children of his own, and mayhaps one day…”

His mother’s sobs hadn’t ceased, and Theon had stopped listening after that, suppressing the urge to cover his ears. He didn't want to be treated with honour, he wanted to stay at home.

When he reaches the two children, Theon gives the girl a closer look. She’s wearing boy clothes, just like Asha always does. Dark hair, dark eyes boring into Theon’s, her mouth forming a small pout.

“This is my brother, Jon,” Robb crows, gesticulating wildly. “Jon, this is Theon. He’s going to live here.”

Oh, a boy. A younger son. Theon gives a half-hearted wave, already losing interest. Still, can’t hurt to be nice.

“I thought you were a girl,” he says with a grin. “You have hair like one.”

Robb’s hand flies to his mouth to hide a giggle, and Theon grins wider, satisfied with this reaction. Until his gaze falls on the other boy – Jon – uh-oh. Theon’s smile fades when the boy glares at him, the dark brows gathering over his eyes, glittering with – is that boy crying?

Theon frowns, confusedly opening his mouth to ask what’s wrong, when suddenly the boy turns, running away along the path, and out of the Godswood before Theon can say a single thing.

“Oh no,” Robb says, his shoulders drooping. “Jon is weird again.” He sighs, gathering something – a small cloak, Theon realizes – from the ground, dusting it off. “I’ll go and look for him. "Are you coming?”

Not waiting for an answer Robb marches away, and with a shrug Theon follows. The other boy will calm down again, and then they’ll start afresh. Or not. Theon doesn’t really care either way.

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Latching On To You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Chapter Four: Picking Up The Pieces

Series Masterlist & My Main Masterlist - My Ao3

Series summary: What happens when, after thirteen loving years of being with Joel, you start to feel like he’s slipping away from your grasp? How much of yourself will you lose because of the trauma your father put you through at such a young age? You could be wrong about Joel, but something is telling you otherwise - or are you just not healed enough to see past your own insecurities?

Chapter summary: That night in the hospital, you’re left to think about what happened to you and you blame yourself for it all. You then attach to Joel all over again, wishing you two never fought. You are allowed to go home where your nightmares become violent for a night and Joel is there for you. The truth comes out about Joel and Samantha, which leads the two of you to try to trust one another again.

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: slight age difference (35/40), No use of y/n, no outbreak AU, no Sarah AU, angst, (TW)NIGHTMARES OF SA, reader in hospital (not whole time), Joel cheating accusation explained, rough unprotected P in V, oral (receiving), fingering, daddy kink

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You're all, I need

To get by, ah

You're all, I need

To get by, ah

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me

For real girl, it's me in your world,

believe me nothing make a man feel better than a woman

Queen with a crown that be down for whatever

There are few things that's forever, my lady

-I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need, by: Method Man & Mary J. Blige

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You’ve finally worked up the courage to tell Joel about how this all happened, you open your mouth to start, but your mom appears in the doorway. Your lips shut tightly, she doesn’t need to hear this right now, you don’t want her to be overwhelmed.

“Hi mama,” You coo, she hums and kisses your cheek while she sits on the chair next to you, “Maybe, you should go home and get some rest, I’m sure you’ve been here since early this morning.” You glanced at the clock on the wall and you couldn’t believe that it read “9:55PM”, you had been out since you were brought in.

“Babydoll, I can stay.” She quickly returns, you know she can, however she needs a real bed to sleep on - not the little couch-beds here. “Mama, I know you can but,” you muster out as sternly as you can and her glossy eyes stare at you, “Go home and sleep. I’m okay, I’m safe, Joel is here. I love you, I am sorry for doing this to you. But please, for me, can you go home?”

You two are holding each other's arms facing one another, your moms lips are trembling as she tries to hold it together. “I’m okay mom.” You whisper and pull her into you, she squeezes your body as she hesitates, “Okay baby, okay. But if anything changes, call me. I love you so much, we’ll get a chance to talk soon, I’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

You squeeze your mom once more, she kisses your cheek as she pulls away. “Watch over my little girl, she needs you honey.” She smiles at Joel, who smiles back, stands up, and walks around the bed, “I’ll walk you to your car, okay?”

You love how Joel treats your mom, you wish she would find someone in times like this, but she always tells you, “Why would I find a man for when I’m down? I got Joel and Tommy for that!” Which always made you laugh but you knew she meant that and those two boys were more than willing to help with anything she needed.

She makes sure you’re comfortable one more time before she leaves, Joel mouths “I’ll be right back love.” You smile and nod your head towards him, then he’s shutting the door behind him as he’s out in the hallway walking with your mom.

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Now left to your own devices, you settle back in bed and finally start to process the events of last night. The start of it all obviously being the fight with Joel the previous night, that was the rock thrown into the glass house - everything shattering afterwards.

Your mind then automatically jumps to Veronica - the cause for last night's chaos. You never would have sprinted outside by yourself or been sexually and physically assaulted if she didn’t pull out the coke. Even though it was your decision to take it, she still had no right to not even ask you and she knew you were pretty much blackout drunk - which she was not.

“You fucking idiot.” You scoff at yourself and tilt your head up with your eyes closed, with your eyes not straining from the obnoxious hospital lights, a sudden feeling of relief rushes through your body - the throbbing and swelling have now become tolerable.

You can’t believe you almost got yourself killed, you’re lucky that Rita found you when she did. The sound of the door creaking catches you off-guard.

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“Just me darlin’,” Joel’s southern voice carries as he comes in, “She’s on her way home now, said she’ll text when she gets there.”

“Good, good. Did she say anything else?” You ask him still with your eyes closed and head back, you feel like he’s holding back something. “Yeah but don’t worry about it, just asked how I was.” Joel shakes it off like his emotions don’t matter in this situation, which is bullshit, but you only hum in response - too weak to fire back.

You hear him taking his denim jacket off and throwing it onto the dark brown couch to the right of you, “before you come over here, can you please dim the light baby?” You whine, he chuckles to himself and the light shining over you gets darker behind your eyelids.

“More?” He asks after dimming them about fifty percent, “No that’s good, thank you.” You reply as you open your eyes to look at him, “Now come lay with me.” Now feeling the pain almost disappear behind your eyes just from the dimmer lights, you scoot to your side to make room for him. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” he confesses as he kicks his cowboy boots off, gets under the thin covers, and holds you in his strong warm arms.

“My sweet girl. My only girl. My fighter. My resilient warrior. You, my dear, are incredible.” Joel affirms you with his low voice, causing his words to have a little drawl to them, and places random kisses to your forehead, instinctively you smile while feeling you’re at home again.

You inhale his scent to familiarize yourself with him again because it’s been days without him, you feel like you can’t remember his smell. Joel has this intoxicating smell of smoke, whiskey, sweat, and faded cologne - which you absolutely love and crave to be around.

A calm silence falls between the two of you, just your breathing along with the beeps from the machines connected to you and the busyness of the hospital outside your door, which has all happened to become white noise to you.

But your mind still starts to wander and you’re curious if he wants to talk about it now, but honestly, you don’t want to. You just want to enjoy his presence and touch - which you’ve missed immensely, like he was a ghost who happened to live again.

“We’ll talk when we’re home. Don’t worry about that right now darlin’.” Joel interrupts your mental worries with a sleepy tone, his southern twang thicker, which you always thought was sexy. “Okay.” You whisper and bury yourself closer into the dark blue flannel he was wearing, as a prideful smile washes over your face - Joel just read your mind.

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The overbearing shadow behind your body has you imprisoned between the wall and itself, while it gropes your helpless body. The shadow's hand covers your mouth from any words or noises escaping, the stench of cigarettes and street garbage fills your nose - making you gag on its fingers that are strangling your face.

The sounds from the shadows mouth filling your ear with vile moans and grunts, your body is fighting to get away, but the weight of the dark figure is too overwhelming. Then the sudden sensation of pressure from behind makes every inch of you freeze in an instant, there was no way you could escape it.

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“NO NO! HELP ME! ANYONE HELP!” Still somewhat asleep, you are screaming at the top of your lungs as you kick and punch whatever is around you. “Hey it’s okay it’s okay! You’re safe!” Joel repeats as he shoots up from next to you and pulls your flailing body into the space between his open legs and on his broad chest.

“No no no!” You whisper with your voice now raspy and body now stiff as a board, eyes staring off into oblivion. Joel’s rocking your body back and forth as you lay lifeless in his arms, “You’re home baby, Joel’s here with you. You’re home.” The deep country accent breaks your mind from the fake reality and brings you back to your actual reality.

Your vision now shifts around the bedroom you and Joel have shared for just over a decade, the walls a maple brown shade filled with pictures of memories you two share, the cream ceiling with the golden three bulb light fixture the both of you fell in love with, are the first things you notice.

As you look to your left you see the closet that you and Joel share, his flannels mixed with your clothes, you're relieved at the sight. The slight breeze you feel from your right catches your attention, you turn to see the light brown curtains flowing from the windows being cracked, the smell of the outside coming in reminds you that you are indeed home.

With your emotions now under control, you look up at Joel, who is staring down at you with terror in his eyes, you instinctively grab his face and kiss him. You know he needs this - honestly you do too. He breaks the kiss with hesitation, “Are you okay?” He asks as softly as he can.

“I am now.” You reply to him with your arms now wrapped around the back of his neck and his arms wrapped around your body, and you truly are okay but you still have this nagging thought in your head about Samantha. You two have been back home for two days and you’ve talked about the night at Devil’s River, but you have not talked about the fight between you two.

Again, Joel reads your mind as he tilts his head to the side and advises you, “Darlin’, if there’s something wrong…you gotta tell me, I’m not a damn mind reader.” You stare at his sun kissed eyes and laugh at him, a laugh that you haven’t felt in a week. One that makes you fold into his chest, “What’s so funny about that?” He asks with genuine confusion about why you’re laughing so hard.

“It’s just, you're talking about,” you start and then continue in a Joel voice with air quotes, “I’m not a damn mind reader..” - “I do not sound like that!” He interrupts your mockery of him with a chuckle. “Sure thing honey, but anyways, there is one thing I need to ask you about and now or never I guess.” You start out, scooting back just a little so you can look at him without having to touch him, in case you don’t get the answer you’re yearning for.

Confusion grows on Joel’s tired face but he calmly replies, “Shoot love.” You are no longer scared to ask this question, no anxiety about it, you just want to know the honest answer. “Was there anything between Samantha and you?” You ask with a tone of sincerity that you don’t think you’ve heard yourself ever have, your face having no giveaway of your heart beating, anticipating the worst.

“We kissed once,” your breath catches in your throat, you’re about to snap when he continues, “She initiated it, then I stopped it immediately and had her moved to a different department a week before our fight. I was oblivious to her feelings towards me the whole time she was working with me, not an excuse, I know. But I am sorry for how I let her control my life and how I happened to stray away from you and our home together.” Joel confesses to you while he’s holding your hands in between your bodies on the mattress.

Your chest tight from the blood fueled rage, finally relaxes and you swallow whatever evil thing you were holding in since he started to speak, almost immediately forgiving Joel, because it wasn’t what you thought had happened.

You jump into his arms causing him to fall back on the mattress and your body now covering his, and you leave random kisses over his face and neck. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for telling me. I love you so much.” Joel has his arms wrapped around your waist which is covered by one of Joel’s million Texas Football T-shirts, his hands travel up and down your back, then they travel lower to your ass which he grabs a handful of and says, “God you are insane, I love it.”

You instinctively sit up while Joel is still laying down, hands on his chest and you roll your hips onto his, you feel his cock start to grow under your panties that are soaked from your own arousal. His hands grab your hips to stop them for a second and he asks, “Are you sure darlin’?” You’re pleased he’s so considerate but right now, you just need to be fucked so you can’t think straight.

“Just fuck me until I’m seeing stars…daddy.” You reply with a smirk, after saying that, Joel smoothly flips positions with you. Suddenly you’re on your back while he’s kneeling between your legs, “Well, baby girl. You gotta lose the shirt, I need to see all of you.” He whispers as he leans over you and kisses your neck, you moan as a rebuttal. You break the heated kisses, as you slide the shirt over your head and throw it across the room.

“That’s better,” his voice smooth and deep as he stares at your tits, his mouth then immediately on your nipples, he licks and sucks on one as his fingers play with the other. The whimpers that come out of your mouth are pathetic, but honestly you don’t care, Joel was all over you and that’s all you need.

Even though you love Joel taking his time with you, you’re slowly growing impatient, your hands travel to his bed head curls and you tug them, making him look into your eyes, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna lose it Joel.”

“How about this then baby?” Is all he asks then he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses, like he’s creating a map down your belly, to your mound, then down your inner thighs, but he retreats back and hovers right over your covered pussy.

You are a whimpering mess from the games he’s playing, but honestly you love when he does this, the anticipation makes this more exciting. His fingers then loop around the string of your panties and pulls them off of you slowly, discarding them on the floor.

Then, like a lightning strike, his hot mouth is on your aching clit, causing you to arch your back and a fuck, escapes your mouth. His tongue swipes between your throbbing clit and dripping hole that’s just waiting to be filled. Your eyes shut from the intense pleasure, your hands find his curls once again and you start to grind on his face.

Joel’s hands wrap around your thighs from underneath and opens you up more for him as he continues to devour your soaking cunt.

Your moans are becoming louder and messier, your hips begin to sputter, you feel that tightening coil in your abdomen begin and you open your eyes to see Joel staring up at you, he smirks at you. Suddenly your aching hole is filled by two of Joel’s fingers, your face contorts in pure pleasure. “That’s right, you love it when daddy fills you up with his fingers.” Joel snarls, then proceeds to suck your clit.

The sensation of being filled by his fingers, his beard scraping your thighs and mound, and his tongue swirling around you, has you moaning his name and sweet nothings. Your legs start to shake around his head causing the coil in your belly to snap, your back arching again and hands falling into his hair, as you come and your juices squirt onto Joel’s face, but he does not stop.

He’s still licking, sucking, and fingering like he just can’t get enough of you, almost like he’s starving and you are the first thing he’s tasted in years. The overstimulation causes you to try to crawl away but his grasp on your thighs keeps you in place, you cry from the intense pleasure from Joel’s mouth still licking up the last of your juices mixed with his saliva. “Joel, pleaseee.” You pant as sweat and goosebumps start to cover your skin, Joel does one last lick starting from your asshole, to your leaking cunt, then flicking your clit, causing your body to jolt.

“That’s my good girl. Love when you shake for daddy.” His voice low and heavy, looking through your heavy lids, you see Joel crawling back up your body and he now hovers over your face.

Without hesitation, you grab his slick-covered face and pull him into a steamy, messy kiss that is filled with your tongues exploring each other and teeth clashing together. The taste of your arousal and his saliva fills your mouth and you moan in his mouth, your hands move down to his boxers and with the best of your ability you try to pull them down, but with him being bigger than you, it’s too difficult. “Joel, please?”

You pull away from his mouth and make a pouty face, “use your words sweet girl, I know you can.” He responds with a sly smile as he sits back on his knees and heels between your spread legs.

Your mind is racing, yet buzzing from the orgasm he just pulled from you. You just want him to lead, but you know he loves to see you plead and beg for him. Then lowering your eyes, the sight of his cock straining in his black boxers and a circle of wetness of precum near the top of his cock, makes you wet immediately.

An idea pops into your head, your lips curl into a smile, “Okay daddy,” you start as you sit up on your elbows and roll over onto all fours, sticking your ass in the air, arching your back, and your face down in the plush safe green pillows, “I want you to fuck me…please” you seduce him with your low voice and the wave like motion of your ass. His eyes are fixated on your sudden confidence and he growls, “If that’s what my pretty girl wants, my pretty girl will get it.”

His hands are on your ass and spreads your cheeks to expose your pulsating pussy, a drop of your arousal rolls down your inner thigh but is stopped by Joel’s cock. Leaking precum and throbbing, he drags himself up to your leaking hole and he slowly inserts his cock.

You moan into the pillows from the sudden intrusion. “God you just suck me in baby, like I’m meant to be in you.” Joel’s southern charm and the feeling every inch of him slide into your tight cunt, makes your stomach flip with excitement.

He bottoms out in you, his balls settle on your clit as he waits for your walls to adjust to him. “Move daddy,” you plead with him, as you try to push your ass into him, “hold on baby girl,” he grunts as he grips your hips to stabilize himself, “you’re just so tight, don’t want it to end.” You moan and bring your hands, that were by your head, behind you to try to touch whatever you could of Joel, but before you could reach him, his hands leave your hips and snatches your hands and crosses them behind your back as he starts to pound into your pulsating pussy.

The moan that leaves your throat is guttural and broken, this is what you needed, to be used. “Yes yes yes-“ you repeat into the pillows as your body moves to Joel’s rhythm. His cock is hitting your cervix in a way that is painful but pleasurable at the same time, you feel full from Joel’s cock. “Look at your little pussy, swallowing my cock like a big girl.” He growls through his teeth, then he pulls your shoulders up so your back is aligned with his chest, his hand wraps around the front of your neck and squeezes the sides as he continues to ram himself into you.

“I’m all yours daddy, I belong to you.” You cried out when he released the tightness around your throat before he tightened his large hand again. His other hand lowers and collects the mix of his and your arousal, then slowly circles your clit, this is what breaks you for the second time.

A string of curses leave your lips as you turn your head to look at Joel, his chocolate eyes heavy as he gazes at yours as you coo, “Cum in me daddy, please.”

“Whatever you want, sweet girl.” Joel whispers in your ear, leaving bites where his mouth is. His fingers on your clit bringing your second orgasm to life, this one has your body frozen in his grasp as you release everything in you. Your mouth is gaped open as broken whimpers and moans leave it, Joel then picks up his pace for a second, then you feel his body halt to a stop as a feeling of his warm seed shoots into you. Fuckkk, drawls out of his mouth that rests on the back of your shoulder.

You two stay like that for a minute, both catching your breath, Joel’s just holding you as you lean back into his warm, sweaty touch. “Holy shit,” Joel is the first to speak, you laugh as you reply, “Holy shit is right.” He releases you from his grasp, the feeling of him slowly slips out of your cunt and you both wince at the loss of each other.

The feeling of his spend mixed with yours streams out and down your thighs, Joel gets your attention by grabbing your chin and pulls you in to kiss again, this time is a caring and tender kiss.

You pull yourself away from his sweet lips and you strut towards the bathroom, you reach the doorway that connects the two rooms and you lean your body on it as you turn around to look at Joel and ask, “You coming to shower or what?” He growls at your request and jumps up to follow and join you in the shower, to start the life you two have shared over again

[angy-mouse]

Puck Bunny Part 2

10.7k words jfc im going to shove my head in a hole for a week and die. in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to my gummy worm funds /j

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Hockey was aggressive. It was a full-contact sport with so frequent rule breaking, the penalty box was invented. Hockey players, by proxy, couldn’t afford to be hesitant, shy people.

HOOOONK

“Oh my god,” Niki cackled, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head, taking a long sip of your Starbucks. “There better be a goddamn car crash behind me. With casualties.”

“Darlin’!”

“I’m gonna leave you alone with your valley boy,” Niki declared, clapping you on the shoulder. “Text me if you’re gonna stay or if you need a ride, use protection, pee after, yadda yadda-”

“I told you, I’m not fucking the VAL-U hockey team!” 

“You don’t have to be ashamed with me, puddin’, I think the rivalry makes it romantic. You’re like a BBW Juliet and her harem of meathead Romeos.”

An arm thicker than a steel cable wrapped around your shoulders from behind, and a scruffy chin settled into the crown of your head. “I’m not a meathead,” Sapnap insisted, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Hi, bunny!”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as he nuzzled against your temple, Niki waving her fingers with a knowing smirk as she left. “Hi, Sap,” you greeted, voice cracking as he captured the shell of your ear between his teeth and made playful noises like he was devouring you. “Wha- Sapnap, please-”

“Please what, darlin’,” he muttered with a grin. “I’ll give you anything if you ask as pretty as that, sugar, you know that.” His hands came down to your waist, unashamedly groping at your chub and using his hold to manhandle you back against him. A gasp pulled itself past your lips as you felt the imprint of something against your ass through his shorts and your skirt- god, you hoped he was hard. If his cock was that big flaccid, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from dropping to your knees right then and there.

You didn’t want him to let go of you. His body heat was soaking into you like a furnace, and his firm chest against your back made you feel so safe. You wanted his arms around you always, a promise to protect you from everything.

“You’re gonna fuck a valley right in our fucking courtyard?!”

Sapnap’s head snapped up, grip tightening on you as he glared daggers across the field. “Don’t talk to my fucking girl, techie! You wanna fucking go, I’ll tear you apart-”

“Shut the fuck up and get in the truck, Sap! Gas is too expensive for your bullshit!” Sam waved at you through the window when you whipped around, then returned Sapnap’s middle finger.

“Sapnap,” you finally managed to say, reaching back to tug on his shirt. Your mouth went dry as his attention instantly flicked back to you, expression going soft as his hands rubbed your hips. “Why are you guys here?”

He lit up as if he’d forgotten and started tugging you along. “We’re taking you out for pizza and a movie, sug’! We got a projector set up, and a bunch of blankets and pillows in the truck bed- it’ll be fun, promise!”

You shouldn’t have been surprised. After that first time you let them buy you dinner and cocoa, they’ve texted you nearly every day in the group chat Sam made. Sometimes it was cute, asking if you’d eaten and letting you know they’d door dashed you a treat. Sometimes it was videos of them being dumb in the locker room in nothing but towels that looked ready to fall off, skin still wet from the showers. And every once in a while, when it was just two of you still awake in the early hours of the mornings, you’d get messages about how they missed you. Paragraphs about the way you fill their minds as they try to sleep, both memories and new fantasies keeping them awake. They’d ask to show you what you did to them. Sometimes you said yes and got sent a video, watching them rub themselves over their boxers, as if they only wanted enough to calm down- as if they didn’t care to come without you. Sometimes you told them to just keep talking and received a voice message, listening to them groan between words about all the different ways they wanted you.

“So, do you wanna come?”

Your face heated up at the phrasing combined with your thoughts, but Sapnap simply smiled down at you as if he didn’t notice how his tank-top-exposed arms trapped your eyes.

“Ye- yeah, I wanna come.” He let out the cutest little cheer as he opened the passenger door, and you tore your eyes off him to wonder how you were supposed to climb in such a tall truck. “I’m in a skirt, so how do I- oh god, fuck!”

“I gotcha,” Sapnap laughed, hands on your hips lifting you into the truck as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “There you go,” he hummed as he set you into the seat, nodding as if he was about to impart some great wisdom. “Passenger princesses don’t have to lift themselves into the truck.”

“Or,” was hummed into your ear as another set of broad hands on your waist pulled you to the middle seat. “Buckle themselves up,” Sam finished as he strapped you in with a light kiss to the tip of your nose. “Hi, bunny. Missed you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” teasingly slipped out as Sapnap climbed in, sandwiching you perfectly between two beefy Texans who were now laughing so prettily. “I missed you guys, too,”

Sam’s hand landed on your knee the second he was done shifting gears, long fingers spread wide so his pinky could just barely dip under the fabric of your skirt. Sapnap stretched a long arm over the back of the seats, letting you rest your head on his firm bicep as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You want some sweets, bunny,” he hummed, smiling against you as you simply hummed, preoccupied memorizing the shapes Sam drew on your inner thigh. He pulled a convenience store bag off the floor and started searching through it.

“Y’know, that’d probably be easier with two hands.”

He gasped, looking at you with feigned hurt before leaning forward to speak around you. “Bunny doesn’t want my arm around her.”

“I didn’t say-”

“It’s a damn shame,” Sam chimed with a shake of his head, squeezing your thigh. “Don’t take long for a cute lil’ thing to forget who fucked her dumb,”

“That’s it,” Sapnap decided, finally pulling out a candy bar and ripping it open with his teeth. “I make you go a little too dumb on my tongue last week, bunny? Guess I can’t hold that against you, can I? Come on, have some chocolate.”

“I hate you both,” you managed through grit teeth, resisting as he poked at your lips with the candy bar. It was your favorite, but that didn’t matter: you couldn’t give in. The only thing worse than two cocky hockey players was two cocky hockey players who had a reason to be cocky. 

“She hates us,” Sapnap relayed over your head.

“Funny way of showing it.”

“I think she actually kinda likes us.”

“Oh, she really likes us. You don’t let three guys you hate fuck you raw- even if you are a puck bunny.”

Your face burned more than it ever had, but not because you were angry. You couldn’t make yourself angry when their voices dripped with adoration like that, as if you were a kitten and no matter how much you hissed and scratched, they’d continue to coo over you and feed you. “... I’m not a puck bunny,” you finally muttered out, taking a vicious bite from the candy to make Sapnap yelp as you grazed his fingers.

“Nineteen,” Sam mused, ticking up a finger, “Sappy, Punzy, and me. I think four in a row and three at the same time makes you a puck bunny, darlin’.”

Your senior year boyfriend was a goalie for the J.V. team, but you would rather die than bring that up now. “Where’s Punz? At least when he’s here, you’re too busy killing each other to make fun of me.”

“We’re not making fun of you,” came from your right alongside another poke of chocolatey goodness. “Being a puck bunny is a good thing- and being our puck bunny is a great thing.”

“Coach kept him behind to go over the new strats you brought us,” Sam told you with a squeeze to your leg. “You’re gonna be there when we crush the techies, right?”

You huffed as Sapnap managed to get you to take another bite. “If I’m not, this was all for nothing- Sap, are you trying to fatten me up?”

“You said you had a salad for lunch!” You were taken aback by his accusatory tone and narrowed eyes as he poked the remaining candy into your mouth, letting you hold it between your teeth while he dug through his bag. “You didn’t even have soup or breadsticks with it!”

“It’s a cafeteria, not Olive Garden!”

“Let us feed you! We fucked you, now we feed you! That’s how this works!”

“You bought me Subway, cocoa, and gummy worms while my legs were still shaking!”

“Well, now we’re feeding you before we fuck you, we’re switching it up!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms under your chest and drawing his eyes to your tits- as if they ever left. “What makes you think either of you get to fuck me again?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that Sam’s almost reached your panties, and you haven’t slapped him yet.”

You stared directly into Sapnap’s smug smirk and delivered a harsh smack to Sam’s knuckles, but he only pulled his hand back down to your knee. “Hey now, don’t let chuckle fuck here goad you into anything you don’t wanna do, darlin’. I know you just wanna brat a little, an’ that’s just fine.”

God, you wanted to slap that understanding look off his handsome face. “I,” you grit out, red-faced, “am not a brat.”

His expression didn’t change as he nodded with a hum, eyes sternly on the road. “If you’re not a brat,” he mused, “you must actually want my hand off your leg, then.” You had to clench your fists to stop yourself from grabbing his wrist as he put both hands on the wheel, leaving your thigh to be attacked by the A.C. You wanted his hands on you- Sapnap’s, too- and you wanted them so badly you were tempted to slip off your skirt just to get some attention.

The truck came to a smooth stop at a red light, and Sam looked over at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

You unfastened your seatbelt and sat heavy on Sapnap’s lap, thunking your sneakers down on Sam’s thigh.

“There’s my sugar,” Sapnap cheered, thick arms wrapping around you and holding you tight to his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your shoulder. His hand found your hip like a magnet, fingertips digging into the meat of your ass with an eager squeeze. “God, I love this gorgeous ass.”

“I can deal with bratting, but if you don’t put a fucking seatbelt on-”

“I’ve got her, Sammy!”

“You fumbled the easiest shot ever last week, I don’t trust you for shit!” A blaring honk made you realize the light had turned green, but Sam simply threw open the back window and stuck his hand out to flip the bird, eyes still locked on yours. “Sit your fine ass down properly and put your seatbelt back on, bunny.”

You actually would have if he hadn’t chosen that nickname. Instead, you purposefully wiggled your hips as if settling in and leaned further into Sapnap’s chest, making it rumble under you with a chuckle as you felt a twitch against your ass. “You’re not fucking winning this, man, she’s in for the long haul.” You might’ve felt like you’d won as Sam turned away, if it hadn’t been for the way he set his jaw before slamming on the gas. The force sent you deeper into Sapnap, an unintentional yelp falling from your lips as his arms tightened around you, hands groping your ass and breast as if hoping you wouldn’t notice while your life flashed in front of your eyes. “Fuck, I gotcha, sug- Jesus, Sam, you drive like you shoot!”

“This,” Sam hummed as he wrenched the wheel to make his turn in time, Sapnap’s hand snapping to the back of your head as you were sent into the door, “is why we wear our seatbelts.”

Something about his smug voice tripped something in you. You knew the request was perfectly reasonable, but that didn’t stop the little voice in your head from screaming that he can’t tell you what to do. You wanted to do anything that would piss him off, to make that calm, collected exterior crack. You wanted to know that you affected him.

You slammed your lips over Sapnap’s.

He gave a grunt of surprise against you, lips curling into a grin as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, tasting that sweet mint and strawberry pairing that you loved hanging on his tongue. You felt his hand protecting your head slide down to the back of your neck, holding you gently in place to curl his tongue around yours, pushing into your mouth as he fought you to take control. 

Your heart raced as Sam took another sharp turn, bouncing in Sapnap’s lap as the paved road turned to gravel, but by the way he ground up against you, he didn’t mind the rough ride. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as he pulled away, chuckling as he brought you with him a few inches before letting go. “I think sugar likes a little danger,” he purred, pulling your head back to trail his lips over your neck. “You like the adrenaline, bunny?”

You gasped as his lips latched onto your pulse, feeling with his tongue the way your heart thudded. “Keep calling me that,” you pushed out, “and you’ll be in danger.”

He hummed against the tender skin, nipping gently as he pulled away. “You really mean that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t. It made you feel small and sexy. Maybe you were a puck bunny, but you were the puck bunny. The one who only needed to show up to get three brutes, usually eager to maim each other for the fun of it, all cooperating and falling over each other for the chance to take care of you- not just fuck you, but treat you to good food and ask about your day, too. But the day you give up your bratty streak and let these bucket heads have their way without a fight is the day you die. “Maybe,” you said instead. You cupped his scruffy cheek and scratched a single nail along his jaw, guiding his lips back to yours. “You wanna peek under my skirt and see for yourself?”

Sam’s hand landed on your ankle, shoving your leg up, knee pressed into your chest, skirt falling into a pile around your waist with a gasp from your pretty pink lips. He didn’t even lift his foot from the gas as he fixed his eyes on your core, letting out a low whistle. You picked a good day to wear your lace. “It’s a damn shame you soaked through such a pretty pair of panties, sugar. You gonna let me keep these ones?”

You scoffed, wiggling your foot on his lap until you found his cock straining against the front of his sweats. “You’ve hardly done anything to deserve it.”

He clutched his heart with a dramatic groan that made you giggle as Sapnap nosed the soft skin in front of your ear. “Aw, come on now, bunny, there’s no need to be so mean to him. He’s the one who offered up his truck for date night, after all.” He crooked his finger under your chin, lips pulling into a dazed smile as he got your full attention back. “Tell you what, sug’,” he whispered, as if sharing a tender secret, breath fanning across your lips. “If you can use that smart mouth on Sam instead of just terrorizing him, I promise to make you come on my fingers before we even get there. Whaddya say to that, hm?”

You leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. “Bet’cha another bag of candy I make him come before you make me.”

A laugh burst from his lips against yours, hand coming down on your ass with a slap as you shifted your position. “Bunny’s cocky, Sam. You better not cream your pants and let her win.”

“You mean like you did from a little pussy in your face?”

“You’re just jealous she won’t sit on you.”

“Damn right I am, I’d pay to have that ass on me twenty-four, seven.”

You got comfortable on your hands and knees across the bench seat, Sam’s hand nestling into your hair while both Sap’s rubbed your hips. “Would’ja settle for my mouth,” you asked with a small smirk as his bulge jumped at the mere mention, fingers playing with his waistband. 

“Fuck, bunny, I’d settle for a black and white picture if it was you,” he groaned, foot hitting the floor as you palmed his cock, engine roaring under the hood like a lion as he zipped through back roads. “Careful there, sugar,” he warned, but still lifted his hips for you as you tugged at his sweats. “Get distracting me too much, and we’ll end up in a ditch.”

A smirk pulled at your lips as you revealed he wasn’t even wearing underwear, cock springing out the second you got his sweats down to his knees. “You’re telling me this beast can’t even climb out of a ditch.”

He chuckled, cutting off with a low hiss as you wrapped your hand around him. “Oh, my baby can get us anywhere, but if we go off the road, we’re staying there until that smart mouth gets fucked out of you.” 

“I’m doing my best,” Sapnap chirped, grin thick in his voice as he rubbed two fingers over your clothed clit just to watch your hips twitch, trying to follow as he pulled away. “Go on, bunny- I’m a fair man, I start when you do.”

“Not my fault,” you hissed, rubbing over Sam’s fat tip, collecting his precum on your thumb to spread over his head. “I can’t exactly unhinge my jaw.”

Sam let a breathy laugh fall from his lips, dull nails scratching softly at your scalp. “Don’t listen to him, sugar, that feels real good. You keep takin’ care of me like that, and I’ll make up for Sappy neglecting your sweet pussy, alright?”

“Neglecting?” You let a small laugh fall out of your lips at the pure horror in Sapnap’s tone, thumbs rubbing circles just above the crease where your ass met your thighs. “How come I’m the one tryna get my fingers in her guts, but you’re turning her against me?”

“Listen to him whine- what a baby, huh, sug’?”

“Sweetheart, if you don’t shut him up I will, and I don’t wanna get blood on your pretty face.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d like to see you fucking-” You took Sam’s blushing red tip into your mouth and licked up the single pearly drop clinging to his slit, putting more of your weight on the hand on his knee as it tried to jerk up. “Fuck, fuck- ‘m sorry, bun, I- fuck, her mouth’s so hot.”

A startled breath came out of your nose as Sapnap pulled your panties to one side with his thumb, broad hand gripping your ass hard to keep the fabric in place as the pad of his finger found your clit again. “Isn’t it fun to make him eat his words,” he purred, drawing soft circles on your bud. “And see how nice you get treated when you stop being a little brat?” He pressed hard against you, pulling a moan from your throat that vibrated all the way down Sam’s cock, making his hips twitch in his seat. “Yeah, we’re gon’ take care of you so good you won’t need to brat. Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Sapnap, I’m about to crash this damn truck if I have to focus on anything else-” his voice cracked, turning into a deep growl as you sucked your cheeks in and sank further down on him, starting a gentle bob of your head just to hear him moan into the hot air- just to feel those thick fingers in your hair scratch at your scalp. “If you running that fucking mouth distracts me from coming down bunny’s tight throat, I’ll leave your ass in a ditch.”

There was a truly obscene wet sound as you pulled off Sam’s thick cock, hand moving in lazy strokes as you pressed your lips to the little bit of tummy peeking out from his ridden-up shirt. “Sammy,” you hummed, grinning against his skin as another moan tumbled from his lips. “If you kill him before I come, I’ll make you wear a condom if you so much as hold my hand.”

Sam’s groan made his stomach rumble under your lips as Sapnap laughed victoriously, popping his fingers in his mouth before they returned to your cunt, the middle one diving past your folds like a reward. “You tell him, sugar! See, bunny likes my mouth.”

Your fingers rubbed up Sam’s side, revealing more and more skin for you to kiss up. He had such a perfect body, his strong abs hiding under just a bit of pudge that made him perfect for holding, giving just the slightest resistance as you pressed your lips hard against him. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more-” you nipped a light mark into Sam’s soft skin “-if it was on me.”

Sapnap’s scoff barely reached your ears as you decided your jaw had recovered enough to sink back down over Sam’s thick cock, letting it reach as deep in your throat as you could manage with strained breaths. He stretched your throat like it was made for him, made to be just tight enough to make curses spill from his pretty lips and make him drive fast enough to make your walls clench down on Sapnap’s finger as it found the perfect spot inside you to rub at.

Sam’s seatbelt snapped open the same second he slammed on the brakes, Sapnap’s grip on your ass tightening to keep you in place so he could push a second finger inside you. You heard the click of the gearshift just before Sam’s other hand threaded into your hair, pulling you off him. “Deep breaths, okay, bunny?” The words came out rushed and with a sigh as he shifted in his seat until he was facing you. God, he looked so pretty. He didn’t bother to pull his shirt back down, letting his flushed cock leak against his bare stomach as he leaned back against the door, gently pulling you closer until he could lay his lips over yours. He didn’t let it get too deep, tongue just grazing your lip as he forced himself off you, one hand leaving your hair to wrap around the base of his cock with a groan. “You hit me if you want me to stop, alright, bunny? Hit me real hard wherever you can reach to make sure I notice- you won’t hurt me. Promise me, bun.”

You both knew it was more like ‘can’t hurt me’ but you nodded anyway, turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I promise to hit you if I suddenly lose my mind and decide I don’t want you to fuck my throat.” His stern expression broke as he huffed out a laugh, petting your hair with a soft ‘good girl’ falling from his lips as he guided you to his cock. You did as you were told, taking deep breaths as you let him control your movements, despite how much you wanted to take him to the hilt and let him fill your stomach. Instead, he took your mouth slowly and gently, pulling you back and forth along just the first half as he studied your face. You clenched down on Sapnap’s fingers as you caught sight of his expression- he was looking at you, spit-soaked lips and gnarled hair, like pure art. A deep sigh escaped his lips and his hand left his cock to join the other in your hair, cupping your head gently as you relaxed your throat as much as you could and gripped his hips.

The first thrust into your throat made you choke.

The second one knocked all those careful breaths out of your lungs.

You weren’t embarrassed to say the third one made your eyes roll back as you went limp in his hold. 

“Aw, hell,” Sapnap hissed as your legs started to fail, pulling his fingers out of you to grip your other hip. “We good,” he reported, lifting you completely off the seat and up to his mouth, sealing his lips over yours without a missed beat. Your moan pulled one from Sam and spurred his hips faster, Sapnap’s lips curling into a smug grin against you as he ate you as eagerly as he did before- as if this was all he needed to be not just content, but ecstatic.

Your hands on Sam’s hips wandered- up his sides and over his stomach, flexed tight as he chased his high, thick muscle on full display as he fucked your throat open, making a home for his cock in it. You’d love that, you decided. You imagined Sam laying in bed after a hard practice, fat cock nestled in your throat casually as he watched tapes of the old games to prepare. You knew he’d take such good care of you- that was just the kind of sweetheart he was. He’d never let you go hungry or thirsty, always keeping snacks and water on hand for you. He’d treat his cock sleeve like a princess.

Sapnap’s tongue curled inside you just as Sam’s hips started to stutter, almost as if both were trying to carve you open to better suit their needs- only difference being Sap’s need was to make you the last thing he ever tastes and Sam’s was to paint your throat white. You did your very best to relax your throat, to become a willing cum slut for your handsome defense man to use. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s mouth almost absent-mindedly, more focused on Sam’s pleasure than your own- though, if you weren’t so committed to dying before you stroked their egos, you would admit the possibility of coming from sucking him off was bigger than his double-d pecs. 

“I’m gonna come down your throat, bunny,” fell from his lips with a strained breath as one arm snapped to grip the steering column for leverage to lift his hips completely off the seat, fucking his cock along your tongue like he couldn’t get deep enough, no matter how many times he buried your nose in his happy trail. “Fuck, you take dick like a champ, baby. Look like such a little pillow princess, but you give head like a perfect whore. Bet you’d be so happy to stay in my truck forever, huh? Get your pretty cunt ate out while you suck me off every day?” You couldn’t nod around his cock, but Sapnap’s moan as you clenched on his tongue said it all and made Sam grin wide. “Yeah,” he hummed, thrusts turning slower but harder as the hand in your hair caressed your scalp. “We’d be so fuckin’ good to you.”

The promise shot straight to your clit like lightning and spurred you to sink your nails into Sam’s hips to draw him down your throat until your nose was smothered against him, spasming around his cock as your gag reflex protested. His head thunked back against the window, tip battering your throat as his hips jerked against your face. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Put ‘er down, Sap, give ‘er some room.” 

A handful of curses were mumbled against your pussy lips, but he obliged, broad hand rubbing up and down your back as he laid you across his lap. “I gotcha, sweet girl, deep breaths for me, alright?”

“I’d like to see you breathe with this monster down your throat,” you thought spitefully, but it died as a husky moan spilled from Sam’s lips, cock jumping in your throat as his orgasm came down on him like a crashing wave. His hand went limp in your hair, nothing more than a soft, sweet caress, not wanting to force you to take more than you wanted. So sweet, always worrying for nothing: your hold on his hips kept him pressed deep inside your mouth, throat pulsing around him as you struggled to swallow mouthful after mouthful of sweet cum, taking as much as he’d give you.

“Fuck, bunny,” he wheezed, voice hoarse as he gently pulled you off his spent cock. You whined as his tip leaked against his stomach, twitching as his own body insisted on giving you more to drink, but it was quickly cut short as you had to snap your lips shut to avoid a mouthful of thick cum falling from them. “Shit,” Sam hissed, already fumbling for the window button, “you wanna spit, sug’?” 

Your brat came back. How fucking dare he? Spitters are quitters. Did you suck dick like some common whore who needed to spit after? I don’t think so. 

You inhaled deep through your nose and swallowed the entire load in one go, letting your white-streaked tongue loll out as proof. A soft ‘oh, hell’ slipped as he brought your lips to his, inviting your tongue in to tangle with his, licking your mouth clean of him. He groaned when you pulled back, but the hand in your hair didn’t impede your movement as you leaned close, taking his earlobe between your teeth for just a moment.

“Never fucking doubt me again.”

“Never fucking again,” he mumbled out, chasing your lips. “Does that mean you wanna take care of Sap before Punzy finds us?”

Your hand reached back on its own, Sapnap’s fingers finding yours and lips pressing against your palm. His beard scratched gently at the surrounding skin, leaving a trail as he crawled up your body, lips caressing until he was hovered over you and they found your neck. His hips pressed against yours and a gasp fell from your throat like it was pulled.

“God, why are all three of you built like fucking bulls?”

Their chests rumbled against you, a subtle reminder that two broad Texan country boys who loved to throw down their gloves had you trapped between them. It made you feel small, something you didn’t get to experience often. They could easily throw you around, bend you this way and that however they wanted for their own pleasure.

Then Sam’s lips caressed your cheek and Sapnap’s calloused hands kneaded your soft hips. “Made for your pleasure, sweet thing,” Sap murmured against your neck, finding the tender spot behind your ear. He didn’t nip or even suck, just kissed the skin softly: a reminder how soft these boys were on you. They’ve shown more tender care for you in a week of texts and two ‘dates’ than your ex did in almost a year. They would easily throw you around, but they’d do it with a hand protecting your head and soft kisses pressed wherever they could reach. They’d fold you into any position they wanted until you gave the slightest sign of discomfort and they’d pull back without a breath of hesitation.

“Flip me,” you muttered out when your own muscles refused to obey, letting out a soft purr as four broad hands scattered across your body, gently lifting and turning you to lay you back against Sam’s firm chest. You felt a smile tug at your lips as you watched Sapnap get lost in your body, fingers brushing up your waist to reveal the soft skin of your stomach as your shirt got pushed up, trailing touches along the bottom of your bra. “Hey,”

He grinned back, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. “Hey, sugar. Can I get your bra off for ya?” You gave a hum against him and his fingers walked around the band until he found the clasp. He pulled you up just a bit, just enough to press you more against him than Sam, and fumbled with the hooks for a moment- just long enough for you to start grinning against his lips and for him to curse against yours. You wrapped an arm around his neck to hold you up and reached the other back, flicking the hooks apart. “Fuckin’ witchcraft,” he huffed, but helped you pull it out of your shirt anyways. 

Sapnap turned the lace over in his hands as if contemplating before reaching over your head. 

“There ya go, buddy,” he chirped with a grin as he draped it over Sam’s head. “Add that to your fuckin’ spank bank.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” Sam tossed back as his hands rubbed down your hips, grabbing two thick handfuls of your thighs and pulling them apart. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as your lacy panties pulled tight against your clit. “Get to work or I’ll fuck her myself and leave you to cream your pants again.”

Sap rolled his eyes, leaning down to bunny kiss you. “He’s so dramatic,” he whispered in your ear, just to hear the breathy giggle you gave as his lips skimmed your cheek. “You know I’ll take care of you, don’t’cha bunny?” His lips curled into a grin as you nodded, stretching your neck to try and sneak a kiss from him. Thick fingers pulled aside your panties to run his thumb over the seam of your folds, spreading your slick. “Oh, you’re just a sweet thing for me, huh?” He shoved his shorts down his thighs as he asked, grin stretched wider than his face at the weak noise the sight pulled from you. 

Punz was packing. You were going to feel Sam in your throat for weeks. Sapnap was smuggling a monster. You were absolutely positive being fucked by a literal bull would be easier. You were expecting something big, of course- you’d even predicted the girth-to-length correctly based on his height and build. You weren’t expecting his long fingers to barely wrap around the base or for the tip to nearly reach his knees.

“It’s always the fucking shy ones.”

“If you want to kill me, just run me over,” you wheezed. The muscles in your neck gave out, seemingly accepting your approaching end, and your head thudded back against Sam’s sternum, but you still watched down your nose as Sapnap stroked himself- god help you, it got bigger. 

“You can tap out, sugar,” he promised, even as his thumb swiped over the leaking head. “I’d be more than happy to jerk off with you on my face again.” 

“Absolutely not. I just need a safe word.”

That got their attention- and concern. Sam let your thighs fall together and Sap let go of his cock, letting it bob against his stomach as he leaned over you. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?”

“What do you need, bun?”

“You know this doesn’t go anywhere you don’t want, right?”

A huff of laughter spilled from your lips as you reached up to cup Sapnap’s cheek. “You’re both big softies,” you cooed, trying to shoo away his worried gaze with a few soft kisses across his cheekbones. “I need a safe word because I know myself too well. I don’t wanna stroke your ego, but you’re fucking huge, Sappy.” He perked up, worry falling away to pure adoration as his hockey name fell from your lips. You rubbed your other hand down his body until you could curl your fingers around his shaft, a grin curling on your face at the soft whimper you pulled from him. “I know I’m going to scream, and cry, and brat my fool head off, even though I want nothing more right now than to die from some monster dick.” You grazed your lips over his. “So we’re going to establish a safe word, and unless I use it, you’re going to fuck my brains out. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” slipped out without hesitation and you couldn’t admit what it did to you. “Fuck, yes, please. Uh- pineapple?”

You gave him a firm but short kiss. “Perfect. Safe word is pineapple. Sam, if someone calls and we don’t notice-”

“Yank you apart and give the offender a good hit- on it.” He pulled your thighs up again, helping Sapnap hook your calves over his hips. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “I gotcha, baby,” he promised softly, making your heart squeeze as you knew he didn’t just mean that he was holding you. 

Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped around the grab handle on the roof to keep his weight off you as he scooched close enough to press his fat tip against you. He parted your folds around him and laid his cock between them, grinding the wet tip against your clit as he passed. “Fuck, sugar,” he sighed in time with your moan as he sized you up. “It’s gonna be fuckin’ tight.”

You knew that was a not-so-subtle offer to back out, to make sure you knew what you were in for.

“Promise?”

He looked like you just gave him the world. Based on the way he practically worships your cunt, you may as well have. 

He pressed against your entrance hard, using one hand to try to ease his way inside without just shoving himself into your pussy. When he finally managed the head inside, it pushed a whiny moan out of you as just the tip spread your entrance more than his fingers could ever hope.

“Sapnap,” you rasped out, watching your voice send a shiver down his spine and snap his eyes shut, desperate not to get ahead of himself. He was being smart: taking things nice and slow to make absolutely sure you felt more pleasure than pain. You reached out and raked your nails down his tensed abs. “Take me,”

His hips snapped without a thought as his body took your command as law, suddenly filling you with a good four inches that spread your walls to their limit. His tip leaked precum inside you as if even his cock knew you needed lube and was eager to supply. The hot, sticky feeling as it seeped into you just made you all the more eager to get filled with cum. 

Another sharp thrust got him halfway in.

The third slammed your cervix like a truck. 

“Oh, hell,” you wheezed, letting yourself fall limp in Sam’s secure hold. Your hips rocked against Sapnap’s, desperate to fit that last bit of him inside you, despite what your body said. “I want it, Sappy, please. Don’t stop.” 

Another curse fell from his lips as his cock jerked inside of you, desperate to obey. “Careful, sug’,” he grit out, plastic creaking under his grip as he tried to resist. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips along his jaw.

“Hurt me.”

It hurt like hell when he slammed your cervix with intent, but you would’ve walked on hot coals to have him buried in your guts. One of Sam’s hands left your thigh to trace light shapes over your clit- whether to get your body to relax or to soothe the pain, you didn’t know, you just knew it was working. Your walls shook as you came, begging Sapnap deeper until finally your cervix gave in.

The coarse hair above his cock pressed against your clit after Sam yanked his hand away, giving a perfect sensation as Sapnap ground his hips against yours as if making sure he’d really given you every inch. “Oh hell- fuck me, sugar- bunny.” His stuttered praises created a new nickname that spread a fuzzy feeling all the way through your stomach and into your chest. Your cunt made your approval known as it tried to suck him in deeper, begging him to fill every empty space inside you and pulling a deep groan all the way from the depths of his stomach. “You like that? You my sweet sugar-bunny? Fuck, your pussy wants me, sug’. Haven’t even started fuckin’ you and it’s tryna milk me. You really want me to come inside you that bad?”

So badly you wanted to cry, yes you did. You’ve never wanted to be filled before these boys, but something about them made you want to be straight-up bred. You wanted them to take turns fucking you full of their cum just to keep your cunt warm and wet and full. 

“Please, Sap,” you managed, feeling the way your strained voice made his cock jump inside you. “Want you to fill me up ‘til your cum is leaking out of me for days.”

Evidently, that was the final reassurance your sweet Texas gentleman needed to leave the building. In his place was the broad enforcer who barreled through people like they were nothing but snowflakes in the wind. Without another second Sapnap was jackhammering into you with the same force he used to lay out opponents, that thick cock head never leaving your womb as he speared you open. You only knew you were screaming when your throat began to hurt, unable to hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears as his cock hit every nerve in your pussy, thick shaft rubbing against your g-spot from how stretched you were around him. 

Sam let your legs snap closed around Sapnap’s hips so he could cup your tits in either hand, fingers lazily strumming your nipples as if he knew you only needed the slightest touch to bring you over the edge again. Soft praises filled the cab as you came on Sapnap’s cock, Sam’s lips pressing hard on your temple, knowing you’d need something to ground you as you floated. Sapnap didn’t- couldn’t help as he got lost in the heavenly feeling of your pussy gushing around him, the sound of his thrusts becoming so much wetter as he pounded right through your orgasm.

“Remember your safe word, bun,” Sam murmured against you. “We just lost Sappy.”

Sapnap fucked you like a machine, hips pounding an even, fast pace against yours, as if all your orgasm did was energize him. His cock rocked into you like it was his mission to fuck you open. Like he needed to make sure he left you so stretched out that you could only come to him to satisfy you. He was a man completely committed, and his only goal was to fuck your literal brains out and fill you with his cum. 

“Beautiful.” The word escaped his lips as part growl and part prayer as he traced the shape of your jaw. He sucked the skin into his mouth just enough to leave a light mark- so tender and gentle with you, completely opposite to the way he abused your cunt. “Fuck, I love when you come for me, sugar. Get this gorgeous look on your face. Look like an absolute goddess, baby.”

You wanted to tell him how much you loved the things he said, how much they filled you with a warmth that pure sex didn’t. You wanted to tell him that he was the picture of a Greek Adonis: stretched out above you with the muscles in his thick arms bulging from the effort of keeping his weight off of you, shaggy brown locks hung over his melted chocolate eyes and that scruffy beard that made you want to trace your fingers down his jaw. You wanted to say it all, but none of it came from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck,” spilled out instead as he fucked you straight through your sensitivity and into a pleasure-induced partial numbness. “Fuck, can’t- I can’t! God, fuck me!”

“God, you really do run your mouth.” Sam’s tone was absolutely reverential, despite the breathless chuckle that came with his words. His fingers traveled all over your torso, rubbing tender shapes into your hips, breasts, and every stretch of skin in between. His lips caressed your cheek, a soft touch among the debauchery of a threesome in a pickup parked in a field. “What’s your safe word, bunny?”

“Pine- fuck! It’s pineapple! That’s not calling it! If you fucking stop, Sapnap, I’ll cut your dick off!”

Sapnap’s lips curled into a smile against you as he eagerly obeyed, hips not so much as stuttering against yours as he kept up his animalistic pace. “She wasn’t kidding: bunny gets bratty after her second, Sam.” 

“Duly noted,” was muttered into the hot air, thick fingers crooking under your chin to guide you to his lips. “I think,” Sam mused against your soft lips as he kissed his way into your mouth, “another two would make her a good girl again.” 

“Or make her pass out.”

Sam shrugged as he pulled back to let you pant against him, teeth teasing the swollen red skin of your bottom lip. “Either way.” 

Your breath hitched as Sapnap’s thick fingers wrapped completely around your ankle and started testing how he could arrange you. He tried to put it over his shoulder first, but when he was blanketed over you so tightly, your hips just couldn’t do it. “I gotcha, sug’,” he promised when you winced, immediately changing tactics. He hooked your knee over his elbow, then wrapped his arm over the steering column. “There you go, just opening you up a bit, that’s all.” 

Fuck, you’d never had to be spread open so much just to take a guy. It occurred to you that you still hadn’t. You took Sap just fine- your walls were like a vice around him, the slightest stinging stretch still remaining- but you were taking it in stride. Not that Sapnap’s hammering left any room to do anything but. Still, he tried to take care of you, tried to ease his rough battering on your insides into something easier to walk with tomorrow. Even when he had you spread across the front seat, bruising your folds, he was still so sweet.

He straightened up and yanked the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, eyes as dark as warm molasses trained on where your cunt swallowed him. His cock dragged against your walls as he pulled his hips back, hand snapping back to the grab handle as soon as his shirt was out of the way: he needed to see you. Needed to see the pretty pink lips that wrapped around his cock so well. 

Not leaning over you gave him leverage. Now when his hips drove into yours, cock diving deep inside you, he did it faster and harder than he could before. Now when he thrust into you, he pressed his balls tight against your ass, practically begging to empty them into your tight heat.

Scratch what you said before: not sweet. Your legs were just preventing him from absolutely destroying your pussy.

“Y’killing me,”

Sam chuckled, but Sapnap didn’t falter- didn’t even look up from where your cum had soaked the dark hairs at the base of his cock. “You’re okay, sweetheart,” Sam promised. His fingers threaded with yours, bringing your joined hands to rest on the swell of your stomach. You’d swear you could feel Sapnap’s thick cock pressing back- thought that if you were any thinner, you would see the column where he pushed your body aside to make room for himself. “You’re doing so good- such a perfect little bunny,” Sam praised against your cheek as he slathered it in soft caresses of his lips. “Like you were made for us.” 

A short laugh fell from his lips before he choked on it. It came back, though, and just as you worried what could possibly make anyone laugh with their cock out and their friend spreading you in half, he let the thought fly.

“Made sharing size.”

Your head fell back into the cradle of his collarbone and a short, breathless laugh spilled from your lips. “I hate you,” you managed, but it caught in your throat as Sapnap fucked you like he hadn’t heard a word. “Fuck, hate you, too, Goliath!” 

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Sam muttered, caressing your tit in his free hand- didn’t grope it, didn’t play with your nipple. He held it like a precious gem- pet over the skin like it was the softest he’d ever felt. Sapnap growled out something around his shirt, but even if you could understand it, you weren’t certain it was anything coherent. “Sappy’s a little obsessed with you, bun. Now that he’s got a turn with your pussy, he’s not thinkin’ ‘bout nothing but fucking you open and filling you.” 

Well, fuck, now that was all you could think about, either. You’d never admit to these boys how much you fantasized about letting them fill you up whenever they wanted. How many nights since your impromptu rendezvous were spent with your fingers in your cunt, mourning the lack of a thick cock to satisfy you. The lack of a strong, warm body holding you from behind, feeding himself into your needy pussy just to be closer while you slept. 

You could never tell them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind they’d comply to every increasingly perverted thought, and you quite enjoyed your ability to walk- and think- straight. Both of which were quickly melting away as Sapnap carved out a permanent home for himself deep in your guts. 

He fell forward when you came around him, gummy walls sucking his cock deeper as he mouthed at the column of your neck. Your arms snapped around his head as his hips resorted to rolling against yours, nails carving into his scalp through shaggy hair as the coarse hair at his base scraped against your clit. “S’fuckin’ good, sugar,” he groaned against the pulsing vein in your neck. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Fuck, ‘m gonna fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Stuff you so fuckin’ full-” He choked as you rolled your hips in time with his, falling to his forearms braced on the driver’s window.

“Promises,” you panted out with a smile, “promises,”

Curses spilled from his lips like he couldn’t control himself, chest hair rubbing against your raw nipples where his shirt was still bunched up, sending you dangerously closer to overstimulation, but nowhere near calling your safe word. “She’s so sweet,” he muttered under his breath, as if it was a realization he hadn't meant to share.

“Just the sweetest, ain’t she,” Sam hummed back anyway, lips pressed tenderly against your temple. “She don’t even know how gorgeous she is- else she wouldn’t let a couple bucket heads split her open.” 

“Maybe we’re special.” The words were barely breathed into your neck, a shy question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to.

You pulled hard on his soft hair, yanking his lips up to yours. He still tasted like your cunt, but his strawberry chapstick peaked through, just like you were learning it always did. When you let him pull back, it was only enough for your breath to wash over each other's sore lips. “So special,” you promised, and you meant it. You might have a major thing for jocks with anger issues, but you sure as hell didn’t let them all raw you. In a truck. At the same time. But then again, they didn’t all drive an hour to pick you up for a spur of the moment date after a week of blowing up your phone. 

“You’re more special,” spilled from his lips into yours without a thought, pressing closer and closer until there wasn’t an inch of your body not touching them. “Want you to come with me, sugar. Please? Wanna make you come one more time.” You were nodding from the first word, finally driving your tongue past his lips to make him shut up because god, you wouldn’t be able to wait for him if he kept talking. 

Sam’s broad, calloused hands rubbed over your bare stomach, a soft, “y’two look so cute together,” pulling a whine from deep in your chest. He held you tight as Sapnap’s hips bucked into yours, throwing you over the edge one more time as your pussy milked him for his cum, begging for it to fill you up. “Atta girl, letting Sappy come. So good for us,” he cooed, giving you a squeeze while you were still a million miles away, his voice foggy and distant. You didn’t know how long it took you to come back down to Earth, but Sapnap’s cock was still leaking into your used hole when you did, his nose buried where your neck met your shoulder, nuzzling into the skin as if he was going to fall asleep. Honestly, you had half a mind to join him. 

The cold air hit first. Then Sapnap hit your chest and knocked every painfully reclaimed breath back out of your lungs as all three of you fell like a set of dominoes without the driver’s door propping you up.

“This is the fucking thanks I get for buying the pizza?” The sudden bright light of the overhead impeded your view, but after a few frantic blinks, you could make out an upside-down Punz glaring at you. No, not you: only the guys. Pretty privileges. Awesome. “Sam, put your dick away.”

“Cock looker,” Sam called with a flip of the bird, but yanked his boxers back into place anyway. “We’re not neglecting our girl just because you’re late to the party. Right, Sap?” Sapnap let out a sound against your neck that was either, ‘fuck you,’ or ‘puck boo.’ Toss of the coin, really. Either way, Punz reached over and smacked the back of his head. 

“Get off her so I can take my bunny.”

A shrill yelp escaped you as Sapnap suddenly came back to life, fingers sinking into your love handles to hold you steady as he shot up. You moaned as the new position had you basically sitting on his lap, cock head spearing something deep inside you that’s never been reached before, but if he noticed he didn’t show it. “You can’t take her!” The decree was paired with him falling back on the passenger’s door, sending you crashing into his firm chest. “She’s mine now,” he decided with a kiss to your crown. After a moment of contemplation, you decided that you were pretty cool with any result from this conversation and settled in. “You decided to be a bitch and not show. Too bad, so sad- oh, fuck!”

Another panicked noise left your lips as Sapnap fell, his entire torso dangling out of the truck with Sam’s frantic grab of his ankles the only thing keeping him from tumbling out onto the grass with you still attached. After a beat to confirm you weren’t about to crack your head open and be found naked and full of cum, you braced yourself on Sapnap’s chest and pushed yourself up.

Punz grinned like he hadn’t just tried to murder his right wing. “Hey, bunny,” he purred, opening his arms for you. “‘M sorry I didn’t come to pick you up. You wanna have a cuddle while Tweedledee and Tweedledipshit pull the truck the right way around?”

“I’m sorry my parking skills aren’t on point when I’m balls deep, god!”

“He’s not sorry,” you pretended to whisper, stern facade breaking into a grin when Sapnap snorted out a laugh under you. You rubbed a flat palm across his chest, feeling it rumble as he practically purred at the feeling. “You ready to let me go, Sappy? Or you need a snuggle?”

You could watch in his eyes like a movie as he slowly thought through your question and realized what you were really asking. He leaned up to press a peck against the corner of your mouth before flopping back down across the seat with a soft pat to your waist. “I’m good,” he promised with one of those lazy grins you were starting to crave. “Make sure to save some for me, though, yeah?”

“Oh, of course: everyone gets their cuddle rations,” you agreed, choosing to ignore Sam’s snort of, “rations- like we’re in the cuddle war.” You reached for Punz and tried to make yourself as cute as possible with a soft pout. “I can’t stand, you’ll have to carry me.”

“I think I can live with that,” he decided, pulling you off Sapnap and into his arms with a small noise of sympathy as the drag against your sensitive cunt made you ache. “I know, poor bunny,” he gushed, pulling down your shirt for you. “Alright, fuckers, turn the truck around so we can actually watch the movie!”

“I’d forgotten about the movie,” you mused, legs wrapped around Punz’s waist hesitantly. “I’m leaking on your shirt.” 

“It’s seen worse.”

Your nose wrinkled. “Ew,”

“I don’t think you get to talk shit after a Texas Eiffel Tower.”

“... alright, fair,” you decided, settling into his chest. His hands on your hips hoisted you up his body easily, letting you relax and trust him to arrange you however it was easiest to hold. “So what brought on this surprise date? I mean, I’m obviously not complaining, but you three seem to have a TMI issue when we text, so why didn’t any of you tell me?”

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Punz’s mouth stayed shut. Call the fuckin’ presses. You pushed down your instinct to say something snarky (or maybe just bratty) and pulled your chin out of his shoulder to look at him properly. And oh what a pretty pink he was. 

He finally caved to your unintentional puppy eyes, stubbornly looking away. “We were kinda worried you’d say no… and we thought it’d be better to hear it in person than over text.”

The truck doors clanked open then shut again, and the two were now pulling the tarp off the bed, but your eyes were stuck on Punz. “You all drove an hour and bought pizza… while thinking I might not agree?”

“... Look, I never claimed we were smart-”

“That is the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me,” gushed out of you before you could think of the ramifications of admitting that. You slammed your lips over his in an effort to keep him from thinking too hard on it, kissing your way into his mouth. “You guys,” you breathed between kisses as you started peppering them all across his face, “are the absolute-” mwah mwah mwah, “best ever! Gotta be careful-” mwah, “if you ever wanna get rid of me-”

“Never,” he declared without hesitation, chasing after your lips. “Today was your chance to tell us to get lost. You get another in eleven to twelve business days.”

“Oh? Which days are business days?”

“Every third Groundhog’s Day.”

Giggles burst from your lips just as another set of hands snatched your waist. “What are you two talking about over here,” Sam hummed against your ear. You could feel his lips curl into a grin as his fingers ran light circles over your sensitive skin, turning a slight laugh into an absolute fit. “Come here, you, let’s get you into the bed. Hup!” He lifted you out of Punz’s arms and right into Sapnap’s waiting ones from where he stood in the truck bed. 

“Hey, sugar,” he sang. The truck rocked as all your boys clambered in, but Sap did his best to keep you steady as he laid you in an absolute nest of pillows they’d prepared. Couch cushions, bed pillows, and even a body pillow with a hockey player posing like a Playboy bunny. “There you go,” he muttered to himself, tucking into your side like he hadn’t just been stuck on you like superglue. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “You gonna let us feed you now?” 

“How the hell do you come that hard and walk around like nothing?”

He blinked. “Why do you sound mad about it?”

“I am mad about it! You practically killed me, and now you’re carrying me!”

“Well, it’s not like you’re heavy.”

You gave a pointed look down at your thick thighs and thicker stomach. “Hon, I weigh like-”

“Mushrooms or no?” The truck suspension strained as Sam threw himself down next to you, two pizza boxes bouncing on his lap. “We’ll need you to eat at least one slice, since someone interrupted before we could do any other aftercare-”

“Oh, fuck off! You can fuckin’ Venmo me for the pizza if you keep bitching.”

“I paid for gas! Make Sapnap pitch in for once!”

“Excuse you,” Sapnap huffed, wrestling with a two-liter of coke, “I’m baby, bitch.”

You found yourself chuckling and shaking your head as they argued, blooming warmth filling your chest.

Contrasting with the wet cold between your thighs.

“Punz-” He stopped swiping at Sapnap to give you his full attention, and for a moment you thought you should be an adult. Tell him to find you something to clean yourself with, and tell Sam or Sapnap or whoever stole your panties to give them back. You should act like a mature woman who knows how to handle a two-night stand, but instead you find yourself pouting at him, knowing it would make him cave to anything you asked. “They left me empty and cold.”

Sam and Sap burst into protests.

“Left you?!”

“The audacity-”

“Oh, you poor little bunny,” Punz laughed, scooping you right up and taking your place. He squeezed you tight, dotting his lips across your neck to hear you giggle as his breath tickled the sensitive skin. “Bastards been neglecting you?”

Sapnap had produced a handful of shot glasses that he filled with soda and passed around. “Oh, yeah, she was real fuckin’ neglected when she was coming on my cock.”

“She needs all three of us to be happy,” Sam agreed, taking the shot. “Why did you bring shot glasses?”

“Why didn’t you bring alcohol?”

“Lift your hips for me, bunny,” Punz muttered, squeezing your waist. “I’ll pull down my shorts for you and we can have a nice warm cuddle while we watch the movie.”

You pushed up to your knees, hands from either side snapping to hold you steady. “You’re all such worry warts,” you laughed, accepting a shot of coke and passing it back for a refill. 

“Oh, forgive us, sugar: we’re not eager to watch the gorgeous babe who puts up with all three of our dumb asses crack her head open.”

You felt Punz run his smooth tip through your folds, letting Sapnap’s cum slick up his shaft before he led you to ease your hips back. You managed to choke your moan as he spread you back open, biting your tongue until you were seated all the way back on his lap. “Fuck- I’m good, I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

You sighed as the stretch quickly faded from being fucked open so recently, leaving only the blissful feeling of being perfectly filled. “I’m so good.” Sam offered you a slice and you took it, downing a testing nibble and then three big bites of melty cheese as you realized maybe their fuck-then-feed method held some water after all. “What are we watching?”

Sam presented a remote with a flourish, pointing it at the white sheet strung up in the treeline and pushing a button. “We are watching- fuck.” He flipped the remote around to point it at the projector on the roof of the cab. You weren’t sure how much of this was set up before or how much you were oblivious to while Punz coddled you, but either way something squeezed in your chest. “We’re watching Die Hard, because it’s a goddamn masterpiece.”

You nodded. “You got the second one for after?”

“Of course,” 

“And the third?”

“You’re cute. Don’t push it.”

[solarishashernoseinabook]

last second trick or treat request for will and alyss?

Here ya go! Have a treat to make up for all the trouble sending asks earlier :D

~

Alyss had spent a long and illustrious career moving up the diplomatic ranks.

(Not that ranks technically existed, of course. Except for apprentices and the head of every fief's diplomatic corps, all couriers were equal. But Alyss was quite high in the ranks they didn't have.)

Her prestige meant she didn't really need to take on extended missions, or travel very much. Really, at her age, she could have used the down time. Her back ached whenever she was in the saddle for more than a few hours, and she needed to squint to read the small printing on treaties. The delicate, gold-rimmed spectacles Will had given her for their last anniversary helped, but nothing made up for the difficulty in making the trips in the first place.

But she still did, for one very important reason.

That reason was tucked away in her satchel now.

She had just arrived back at the cabin from the Solitary Plain. She she smiled at the curl of smoke coming from the chimney. It was always good to know Will was home.

Tug must have given him a sign, or maybe he had been looking out for her, because Will was stepping down from the veranda as she rode up. He helped her dismount from her horse with a broad smile on his face, and kissed her. 'Welcome home, darling.'

'Thirty years of marriage, and you always welcome me back as though it was our first time apart,' Alyss teased.

'I'll keep doing it, too.' Will grinned. 'It could be worse. I could be utterly insufferable and greet you with flowers and a song every time you come back from somewhere.'

'Ugh! No thank you.' Alyss laughed and rubbed at some knots in her back. 'Will, I'm sorry, do you mind drawing me a hot bath while I unsaddle Nelly?'

'Are you sure you don't want me taking care of her?' Will asked. 'You shouldn't be lifting a saddle if you're in pain, you'll just make yourself feel worse.'

'Well, I suppose I could go inside, and get the bath ready myself while you take care of Nelly,' Alyss said, in feigned concession. 'But I just know if I sit and wait for all those kettles of water to boil, my muscles would seize up, and then I wouldn't be able to get into the bath at all. And no,' Alyss held up her hand before Will could even open his mouth, 'you can't do both for me, because that wouldn't be fair.'

Will couldn't hide his grin. 'Y'know, most wives try to get out of the more physically demanding task.'

'If you'd wanted a wife like that, you should've married someone else.' Alyss pecked Will's cheek, then took Nelly into the stable. Despite how sore she had acted, she was well enough to unsaddle and rub down her horse, and give her some warm mash.

Will must have had two kettles boiling at once, because the tin bath was already half-filled by the time Alyss went in. He poured in two more kettles of hot water, then helped her undress and settle into the tub. Finally, he placed a stool next to her with a steaming mug of herbal tea that would help ease her aches and pains, and crouched next to the tub. 'Need anything else?'

'Can you get me my satchel, please?'

Will dutifully brought it over and Alyss flipped open the lid of it. She withdrew a sheaf of papers and handed them to Will with a smile. 'There.'

This was why she still went on missions, why she put up with the pain and travel dust and inconvenience. Alyss had spent their marriage collecting folk songs from every place she visited for Will to play on his mandola. At first there had been several new songs after each trip, and their cabin had been filled with music from all over Araluen and beyond, but as the years passed it had gotten harder and harder to find new songs for him. These songs from the Solitary Plain were the crown jewel of her music collection - the people who lived there were so notoriously mistrustful of strangers that it had been very hard to find any music at all during her visit.

Will's eyes lit up when he realised what she had and he looked at her in delight. 'You found some?'

'Did you think I wouldn't?' Alyss teased.

Instead of answering, Will caught her chin and pulled her into a deep kiss, blindly taking the papers from her hand and putting them to one side. Alyss slid her arm around him and returned the kiss, and for a long time they stayed that way.

But the kiss couldn't last forever. Alyss didn't mind, though, because when he let go of her Will retrieved his mandola, and Alyss picked up her tea. Will sat next to her and tuned the strings, then picked up the topmost paper and played a few notes. He smiled as he got the feel for the melody, then he began playing, and singing the words that accompanied it. Alyss leaned against the side of the tub and cradled her tea, smiling as the music swelled around them and feeling herself falling in love with her husband all over again.

They stayed like that long after her tea was finished and the water in the tub was cool, Will singing and playing softly, Alyss humming along or singing some of the words, both of them sure in their conviction that life couldn't possibly get better than this.

[andypantsx3]

hello andie!! i hope the end of the year has been treating you well!! i'd like to ask 7, 61 and 62 for the ask game!✨️

Hi Birdie!!!! Right back at you!! I hope you have had plenty of time to rest up (and let that full length Bakugou fic I think I heard we are getting from you marinate)!! 😌😌😌

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

I'm gonna switch it up and give you a little snippet from a Kaminari WIP I talked about a long time ago!! Where he is a shameless flirt with everyone in the world, so we don't realize until it's almost too late that he's actually in love with us. 😌

“Saw you nabbed the subway crawler,” Kirishima said happily, leaning in to give Kaminari a fistbump. “Congrats, man.” A smirk pulled at Kaminari’s mouth, and he rolled the sleeve of his jacket up proudly. “That’s not all I nabbed,” he said. On his forearm, smudged blue pen spelled out a phone number and a name you recognized as the reporter’s from earlier, the ink slightly runny from Kaminari’s quick shower. Mina groaned, and Sero banged his head on the table. Kirishima’s grin turned rueful. Several hands were suddenly stuffing bills at you, and you accepted them with a carefully blank expression. Kaminari whipped around to stare at you, his eyes accusing. “No way, you guys bet on me?”  You looked up at him as innocently as you could manage. “It was more a bet on her than anything.” Kaminari’s golden gaze narrowed in on you. He leaned forward, right back into your space. “So, why did you think she was going to give me her number?” He was clearly fishing for a compliment from you, waiting for you to tell him how charming he was or acknowledge that no woman could resist him. You pushed him away with a firm hand on his chest, waving the money in front of him smugly. “You’re so predictable,” you said instead. “Now let me out, I’m going to buy a drink with my new-found fortune.”

61. In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Oooh since you didn't give a specific fic I'm going to shamelessly plug in incendiary!! My favorite scene is when Bakugou and Reader end up wrestling while negotiating whether Reader can go onto New Day Japan and do the interview. I had wanted to write the physicality of that scene for sooooo long, like Reader's panic when she realizes she's just grabbed a trained combat professional, Bakugou's smugness as he holds her down, and the way the underlying tension, not only of Reader's emotional state throughout the fic, but their unresolved sexual tension finally all come to a head on that yoga mat. :3

62. In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included?  Why did it get cut?

I'm again going to plug in a fic of my choice if that's cool!! In in cinders, I had a scene in mind where Shouto hides Reader away while guards are looking for her, but I couldn't get it to work. I wanted him to hide her in the suite intended for the crown princess, which can only be accessed through the crown prince's rooms, and may only be entered by the crown prince and princess hehehe. I wanted the implication of Reader being in there to sort of hang in the air. But I didn't have a good way to make it work with the plot so I axed it, although I did mention the rooms in a bonus drabble. But I might figure out a way to plug that into a future prince Shouto fic because I looove that idea; the tension once the guards leave and Shouto and Reader are alone in the rooms only his future bride is supposed to enter. 😌

[hey-michael-young-history]

Modern AU

A while back, I was writing a subscorp AU where Hanzo and Bi-Han are lawyers. I mean, I guess I'm STILL writing it 🤔

ANYWAY, I stopped right at the point where Kuai Liang decides to go see Hanzo after aggravating Bi-Han but this is a scene that would have been in a future chapter. I really like it because I worry about my characterization a lot (ESPECIALLY Kuai Liang, since he's younger here, but I've accepted it) and I think I nailed Bi-Han's canon "Annoyed at Everything and Everyone for Existing" attitude, while also making him a little less flat.

You might be seeing this again when I pick it back up, but enjoy!

“You cannot afford this.”

Bi-Han couldn’t take his eyes off of the itemized plan of care in front of him. 

Root canals. Crowns. Replacements. Mouth guards. Follow up appointments. 

“$21,000,” he whispered. His heart was sinking deeper and deeper. That was more than his sign on bonus but if he crunched the numbers hard enough, he could have had all of the money. He’d survived on fake ramen before, he could do it again. 

Except. 

Except he’d spent that money. Breaking his lease, moving into the new place, furnishing the bedroom that Kuai Liang had abandoned. 

He swallowed hard, hot tears tickling his eyes. Fucking Kuai Liang. Why didn’t he say something about the fucking ice or his fucking teeth or anything?

He told Hasashi everything and naturally, Hasashi took him to the most expensive fucking dentist in the whole fucking city. Now, this smug asshole had pulled him out of the office for a lunch Bi-Han surely couldn’t afford and definitely no longer had an appetite for, to gloat over the fact that he couldn’t afford this bullshit. 

“There is something wrong with every single one of his teeth,” Hanzo explained. “Some require simple fillings, some have extensive structural damage. Your brother has been very uncomfortable for a very long time.”

“Okay,” Bi-Han snapped. “So— okay, I’m not on the insurance yet. The probationary period—”

Hanzo shook his head. “I have taken care of it. He is getting the final procedures as we speak.”

Bi-Han balled his fists and concentrated on keeping his ice contained. A week. He’d texted Kuai Liang and tried to call but he just wouldn’t answer. 

He didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. 

He definitely didn’t want Kuai Liang running off with some stranger. 

“No, I’m going to pay—”

“Lin Bi-Han,” Hanzo said sharply. “There is nothing to pay.”

Now he was being treated like a child. “You’re lucky I don’t press charges. You kidnapped my brother.”

“Kuai Liang consented to both staying with me and his oral treatment plan,” Hanzo countered. 

“Fuck you,” Bi-Han spat. 

Hanzo only smirked. 

“I want him back. Did you bring me out here to threaten me? Fire me. I don’t care. I’m not selling my brother to you, you perverted fuck.”

The disgust on his stupid face was almost worth burning this bridge. “I’m not interested in buying Kuai Liang. He is under an enormous amount of stress.”

“Oh, he’s stressed,” Bi-Han sneered. “Poor Kuai Liang. All he has to do is go to school, do his homework, clean up after himself. And he can’t even fucking do that.”

Hanzo sighed. “I can understand your frustration. It is not easy, being responsible for someone. But your anger is affecting him. There is a strong person waiting to come out of your brother.”

“Out of Kuai Liang?” Bi-Han would have laughed if he wasn't so close to crying. 

Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “You begrudge his presence in your life, yet cruelly scoff at any attempt for independence.”

“Going to you is not independence,” Bi-Han snapped. “And I want him back.”

He threw the papers down and stormed out of the dining patio. Hanzo sighed. 

[shipperoffanonships]

Poison (Chapter 1)

It was sundown, and Lin was hurriedly making her way back to the Sault. The last thing she wanted is for the Arrow Squadron to shoo her off violently like an alley cat. She turned a corner- and froze. In front of her was a massive black horse with an even more massive rider. She saw the crossed arrows on the rider's cape.

"I am on my way back." Lin said evenly.

"Lin Caster?" The man grunted. Lin frowned.

"Yes, you are speaking to her. Why?"

"The Crown Prince requests your audience."

Lin tensed. Shit. She was on the horse in an instant. As they traversed the city (in a galloping pace, no less, and traveling without a carriage in the first place only increased Lin's worry) several scenarios began to run through the physician's head, each grimmer than its predecessor. Finally they arrived at the palace gates, where Mayesh was waiting.

"Who is it? Where are they?" Lin asked her grandfather as they walked.

"It's Kel. They are in Conor's apartments."

"What happened? Dagger? Poison? Arrow?" She got her answer after ripping Kel's shirt off. Dark lines spiderwebbed his neck, traveling down his chest. Dammit. It was poison, but not any kind she have encountered before.

"Monsigneur, Demoselle, I am going to have to ask you to leave." She said without looking away. Antonetta stood, but Conor didn't follow suit.

"Conor." Lin growled, low enough so that only the prince can hear. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he finally relented. After making sure they (as well as Mayesh) were gone, Lin began. Despite herself she felt a sense of deja vu. Kel, barely holding on to life, in the royal quarters. Even his position was the same.

"Kel?" She whispered. "Kel, if you can hear me, open your mouth. I'm going to give you morphea."

Fortunately, Kel was semi-conscious, and he complied.

"Who did this to you?" Kel was alive, but barely. Lin decided to engage him to prevent him from slipping. His death meant her own. "Where the hell were you in the first place, anyway?"

"Ca.. Caravel."

"In the Temple District? A courtesan poisoned you?" Lin asked, then frowned. Murdering each other due to jealousy isn't a far-fetched action between courtesans or clients, but attacking a nobility...

"No idea. I-!" Kel cried out as Lin injected a syringe on Kel's forearm.

"Sorry. I need something to give to Merren for analysis."

A few moments and several healing talismans later, Kel's otherwise pale face started to have color. Just then the door opened. Conor.

"I sent Antonetta home." Conor explained at Lin's questioning look. "How is he?"

"Definitely poison, but nothing I've seen before. He's more or less stable, but I need to stay overnight, at least."

"I'll make arrangements. I assume you need to stay here."

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Lin took a sip of her tea, trying to keep awake. A part of her can't wrap her mind around it: Here she was, in a couch inside the Crown Prince's and his Sword Catcher's quarters. Lin directed her gaze to Kel, who was sleeping fitfully. He mumbled a name, and Lin realized it was hers.

"You called for me?" Lin asked softly, careful not to wake Conor. The last thing she wanted was for the prince to fuss over Kel.

"Can't sleep..." Kel mumbled. Lin put a hand on his forehead.

"You have a slight fever. I'll be right back."

After a few moments Lin returned with a bowl of cold water, several face towels draped over her shoulder. Setting the bowl on the floor, she took a towel and dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess before laying it on Kel's forehead. Wetting another one, she instructed Kel to raise his head, wrapping the second towel around his neck like a scarf.

"Tell me something." Kel then said, and for a moment Lin was transported back to when she was treating Conor, her talking while he half-delirious.

"Which story do you want to hear?" She asked.

"Anything."

So Lin told him about the Sault, her life there, her struggles as a physician.

"That's messed-up. Only men can be physicians?"

Lin chuckled. "That's what Conor said to me as well, when I was treating him."

She continued, telling Kel about Mariam, even her ailment.

"Sounds like we have something in common. We both have someone we protect."

"Sounds about right. You-" Just then Kel jerked.

"Hey, everything-" Lin said. Just then Kel began seizing,

"Shit! Conor!"

The prince sat up with a jerk. "Huh?" He rushed to their side when he saw what was happening.

"Turn him to his side." Lin ordered.

"What in gray hell is happening?" Conor demanded.

"I don't know! One moment we were talking and then suddenly-" Just then Kel stopped, much to the physician's relief. Conor was about to open his mouth to say something, but Lin shook her head. Don't.

"Let him rest. I have to go. Call for me if something happens."

[wangsejabin]

Chapter 50

Su Hai has always been good at talking about himself.

He annoyed Pan'er her, but when he wants to flatter someone, it's not too much to say that his mouth is full of lotus flowers. He is, in the local Yangzhou dialect, a city greaser who likes to act like a big old man.

This means that he grew up in the city and has seen a lot of people, so he has become slick. The person does not take his work seriously, but also likes to talk big. Pan'er stood up and greeted him, "When did you get back?"

"I've just returned."

In fact, the prince had already arrived for a while, just as Pan'er said that he was her master of the house and that he was well-read and intelligent.

Pan'er remembered this too, and couldn't help wondering if he had heard what she had just said.

"So it's all done?"

"It's all done."

Su Hai squeezed over, took the prince's arm and walked inside, "You're finally back, brother-in-law, we didn't get to talk last time, so let's have a good chat today."

"Second brother, what are you doing? He has just returned from outside ......" The prince said soothingly, "It's no harm." Su Hai, who is a villain when he gets his way, scowled at the prince while saying to Pan'er, "Did you hear what our brother-in-law said, no harm done. I'm making out with my brother-in-law, so you girls should go away."

Pan'er was no longer a little girl, but a married woman, but Su Hai hadn't changed his ways.Pan'er was helpless and went out to call Xiang Pu, asking her to make tea and bring it to him, and preferably to get the prince a change of clothes. She stood outside waiting to give Xiang Pu a hand, while distracted by the situation inside the house, and heard Su Hai pulling the prince into a frenzy of conversation. Not long afterwards, Xiang Pu returned. Pan'er brought in a tea tray and covered for Xiang Pu, who took her clothes and secretly put them away in the inner room.

"They say that girls are outspoken, can you see that, brother-in-law? When I come as a brother, she gives me this big bowl of bad tea, and when you come back, it's good tea."

Pan'er didn't think anything of it, but when Su Hai said so, she was a bit embarrassed.

The prince was also a little embarrassed, probably because he had never met someone who was so familiar with himself as Su Hai. As for Dazhi, he was silent from the moment the Crown Prince appeared.

"I just brought this tea back from outside, she wouldn't know." The prince suddenly said.Su Hai had an expression of disbelief, and Pan'er was stunned that the Crown Prince would help her explain. And after some initial confusion, the Crown Prince had almost figured out the steps to talk to Su Hai.

He nodded: "When I returned just now, I heard that my eldest brother-in-law had come over, so I asked someone to borrow some good tea and thought of entertaining my brother-in-law.""Look, look! That's why I said girls are so outspoken, look how big my brother-in-law is!"

Pan'er almost fell over in anger, everything could be brought up as a girl's attitude!The prince looked at her with a little smile in his eyes, but Pan'er was even more angry, and a little embarrassed afterwards. "...... I know my brother-in-law as soon as we meet, don't say anything, today I'll be the host, later we'll go to Deshunlai and set up a table, just as a reception for my brother-in-law. This is the second time we meet, no, we didn't talk last time, this is the first time, I, as a brother-in-law, should treat you to a drink at any rate." He looked out at the sky and said, "It's almost time for dinner, brother-in-law, do you want to change your clothes and wash up?

Pan'er didn't even stop him, and the Prince didn't even change his clothes, so Su Hai pulled him away.She managed to catch up with the crown prince at the back door and, not bothering to say anything more, pulled him aside as soon as she could.

"My second brother, he's a bit of a maniac and likes to put on face. I don't know if he has any silver on him and he's calling you for a drink. If he says anything, don't be offended, come back and tell me. You can't drink either, so just tell him no and drink tea. Take this purse with you, and if he really doesn't have any silver, you can pay the bill, so that he doesn't make a fool of himself."

After a few hurried words, Pan'er slipped a purse into the prince's hand. By this time, Su Hai had already come up again, shouting that the young couple had something to say that had to be said at this time, shaming those who hadn't married a wife yet, right?

The three of them went out the door, and Pan'er was not able to hold back her blush.The three of them left the house on the first foot, and Pan'er went to call Zhang Laishun. He also asked him to call for a few guards to follow them and watch quietly from the sidelines.

--

The so-called 'Deshunlai' may sound grand, but in fact it is a small tavern. It is a small two-storey building with three rooms, and from the location and even the furnishings of the lobby, it is clear that this tavern is just a place to entertain some of the bannermen. Su Hai said he would set up a table, but he really did, not to say that he had everything, but also chicken, duck, fish and meat, and naturally there was no shortage of wine.

"Brother-in-law ah, I know you like the back of my hand …��"

The other table was occupied by a few large and strong men who appeared to be drinking and chatting, but in fact had their eyes on the other table.

A carriage was parked on the opposite corner of the street from the door, and Pan'er was sitting inside with Xiang Pu. In the middle of the meal, the two of them did not eat anything because it was after the meal time. Xiang Pu went to the stall next to the one selling burritos and bought two burritos, which they ate as lunch. When the three of them went downstairs, the prince thought of Pan'er's comment about settling the bill, so he went to the counter to settle the bill, but was pulled by Su Hai.

Su Hai smelled of wine: "Brother-in-law, it was agreed that it would be my treat, so, why are you paying the bill, are you not giving me face?"

The prince had never dealt with such a drunken man's nonsensical attitude and could only keep quiet.

"All right, go home quickly, lest that sister of mine scold me for bothering you later, when we said it was on me, it's on me." Dazhi said to the Prince, "I'll just send him back." He had also drunk a lot today, but at first he was unconvinced, thinking that this man was just a good-looking man, so why should he be able to match Pan'er, and recklessly toasted the prince, who accepted them all without any pretense.

Dazhi was not the kind of person who stirred up trouble, so he naturally fought with himself and drank. His dark face was dark and red from drinking, but those who ate strong meals were all strong drinkers, so he did not get drunk. "Do I still need you to serve me? Just this amount of wine you've had!" Su Hai squinted at Dazhi and reached out to shoo him away, "All right, all of you go, I'm going to put on some water and have a cup of tea before I go back. Dazhi, don't you have to go to work this afternoon? Go on! I have to go home later to talk to my mother about something."

Dazhi knew how much Su Hai could drink and knew that he was not drunk, so he didn't say anything and left the tavern with the Prince. When they reached the door and saw that they were about to share their things, a wave flashed in Dazhi's eyes and he looked at the prince, "Be good to Pan'er! If you are not good to her-" He paused and said, through his wine, "And I'll wait for her!" With that, he walked away without looking back.

The prince rubbed his brow and looked at the distant back. In the tavern, Su Hai ordered a bowl of tea from a fellow. The young runner glanced at him and, not knowing what to think, went to pour a large bowl of tea and handed it to him. Su Hai took it and gulped it down. With a toothpick in his mouth, he sat down on a chair and blew off water with the fellow, saying that he would soon be a man of honor and that he would be working for a noble master.

This little fellow has been working in Deshunlai for several years, and Su Hai is also a regular customer here, but this regular customer is also a shrewish one, and five out of ten times he comes back to eat without any silver on him and has to hang up his account. The next time he came over, he gave it, but there were several times in a row that he didn't even see it.

The silver owed is not much, they are old people from Yangzhou, they know where they live, so they don't need to go to the door to ask for it. The last time Su Hai brought someone here for dinner, he didn't pay for the first two meals and hung up another one, so the owner's wife said that she wouldn't serve him food unless he paid first. But this time he came and brought a man of some appearance, like a scholar, unlike the scoundrels he had brought before.

The restaurant was so small and understaffed that it was too busy to talk to him. The young man was wondering if Su Hai could pay the bill this time, but the boss's wife had told him to keep an eye on the bill. He wiped the table and watched Su Hai's movements. The other party seemed to have drunk a bit too much, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

The young man went up to him and tried to slap him awake, but when he looked at Su Hai's muscular chest and then at his own thin arms and legs, he relented and dropped his hand."Why is this man asleep right here?" He muttered under his breath, muttering so loudly that the snoring man over there wasn't affected at all.

The little fellow went back to wiping the tables, when the owner's wife inside called him. He subconsciously went inside, but looked back at the person on the bench and saw that he was still snoring loudly, so he put his mind at ease, thinking that it was just a matter of going in to have a word, so he should be fine.

The person on the bench leapt up and slipped away as soon as he entered. Only when he was far away did Su Hai look smug, the toothpick in his mouth waving up and down: "You little brat, you want to stare at your grandfather like that?"

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At the other end, the Prince was walking back alone. Just as he walked out of the street, the carriage Pan'er was in followed him. "Has he been pestering you for a drink? You really are the same, you drank when you were told to, didn't I tell you, you just said you wouldn't drink ......"

At the end of the sentence, she looked into the prince's dark eyes and trailed off.Only then did she react to who she was talking to, the couple were all acting, he was the Crown Prince, there was still the Crown Princess, Hu Liangdi, Xu Liang Yuan in the Forbidden City, she was just a concubine, with her current position, she couldn't even get on the Jade Plaque denoting his ancestry and children. "Your Highness, this concubine ......"

"Your second brother is too able to talk, I just didn't hold stop him." To say that Su Hai is also a capable person, deep feelings a mouthful of boredom, the first time they meet again to boredom, he is the eldest brother-in-law, he is the younger brother-in-law, still have to drink. The prince had intended to have a shallow taste, and drank a lot in a sparse manner. "Your second brother is quite interesting." Eh? Was that a compliment or a put-down? Pan'er blinked and said, "He's a person, I guess, who hasn't really done anything bad apart from being lazy, overly ambitious and good for nothing." The prince laughed as he held his forehead and leaned back on the lead pillow, "Are you complimenting him or belittling him?" Pan'er went to look at him. He looked a little out of sorts, was he drunk again?

"It's neither a compliment nor a disparagement, he's annoying as hell. Since it didn't annoy Your Highness, but rather made Your Highness find him interesting, I am relieved." The Prince suddenly came up to her cheek, and between his breaths, in addition to the strong smell of wine, there was a whiff of Canaan fragrance. "Do you know that I squirm every time I hear you call yourself concubine this and concubine that. I know you've always been quite bold, always calling yourself me me me me in front of this lone one, that is quite good, why do you change your words every now and then?"

Pan'er could say that occasionally she said 'I' when she got carried away, and when she reacted it was 'concubine', but of course if there were other people present she would have to be more humble to avoid being judged, but in private she changed her title from time to time, mostly for this reason.This reason could certainly not be stated explicitly, she could only say, "It is my concubine who has lost her manners, I will definitely keep it in mind in the future ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was silenced with someone's lips.