#not a bad bear

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Murder on the Warfstache Express

Part 4: Putting on the Brakes

((After dinner, all of the guests return to their rooms, expecting to be arriving at the next station the following morning. That doesn't happen.

Link to Part 3: Dining Service here in case you missed it and one for the masterlist.))

After the meal was over, the passengers streamed into the lounge car. Abe took a seat while Happy assured him he would handle switching their belongings between the two rooms, which was fine by Abe. He barely even remembered what he packed, much less believed he had anything in there worth hiding.

The only thing that stopped the agent from going straight there was the sight of Richard and Mack headed that way as well, and Abe suppressed a grin at the sight of Happy doing an obvious U-turn and awkwardly hanging around the bar until the coast was clear. He vaguely remembered Dorene and Illinois joining him and chatting with Benjamin when the bartender returned from presumably cleaning the dining car while the professor went back to her books and papers with the same intensity as before.

Or maybe not the same. Abe blinked, he was sure it was just a second his eyes were closed, but when they reopened the car was clearly darker than it had been only a moment before, the bar empty and closed, the professor and her papers long gone. He was sitting alone in an empty car.

Except he wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t quite as empty as he first thought on waking up.

“Funny place to take a nap,” Wilford remarked, watching as Abe flailed and nearly fell out of his seat.

“Wha—How long have you—” A jumble of questions crashed together on their way out of Abe’s mouth until he sputtered out the winner, “Why?”

“Why what?” Wilford asked. “Why anything? Why is it still snowing out there? We get the point, it’s cold and winter, just knock it off already!”

He rapped on the glass like that would tell off the elements outside and Abe winced at the sound.

“My head…” The detective put his hands to his temples like that would stop the feeling that his head was going to split in two at any moment. “What time is it?”

Wilford hissed. “Yeah, me and time don’t really have what you’d call a ‘working relationship’ at the moment. Most everyone else has turned in for the night, if that helps.”

Abe wasn’t sure if it did or not. All he knew was that the room wasn’t so much spinning as drifting up and down, more like the movement of a ship on the high seas during a storm than a train trundling along on its tracks.

He remembered standing up, or at least trying to, but almost immediately his knees buckled under him, the floor rushing up to meet him only to crash land on a narrow bed.

“There you go, nice and…Eh, mostly on there,” Wilford said from somewhere above and behind him. “Some drinks at dinner tonight, huh?”

Abe answered, his already disoriented thoughts muffled by the pillow so that it sounded like one long grumble. Wilford listened, head tilted to one side until the muttering stopped, and nodded.

“Right, right, you’ve got your eye on me, I won’t get away this time, yadda yadda yadda. Honestly, detective, you act like I’m always up to some kind of mischief.”

Another grumble from within the pillow.

“Well, yes, but I’m hardly the only one. Besides, this is supposed to be a vacation! ...I think.”

Wilford paused, pink-tinged mustache twisting sideways with his mouth as he tried to remember something before giving up with a shrug. If it was that important, he wouldn’t have forgotten in the first place. Probably.

“Anyways, you just sleep off your nightcap and I’ll see you bright and early when we reach the next station, how’s that sound?”

Abe groaned.

“That’s the spirit, detective!”

Wilford hummed as he left, and Abe winced again at the sound of the compartment door closing behind him.

He shouldn’t be letting Wilford just walk away, he should be up and after him, it had only been a few drinks, hardly worse than what he did to himself on the average weeknight—these and a hundred other thoughts ran through Abe’s mind, but try as he might, his body refused to listen to reason and get back up.

Not that his mind was able to put up much of an effort before it gave in to the darkness again, the detective unable to pick out the exact moment his confused thoughts turned into even more confusing dreams, nightmare images tangling with painful memories to form a net that dragged him down, down, down until—

Until, with a screech that seemed to last for hours, the entire train wrenched to a stop and Abe was thrown out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and blankets.

Nightmare and reality blended together, the memory of distant gunshots still ringing in Abe’s ears even as angry, scared voices began to filter up and down the car alongside the thumping and banging as Abe wasn’t the only thing to hit the floor. Including something big enough to make the floor beneath him shudder from the fall. He staggered to his feet and after a few tries found the light switch by the door, only for it to do nothing no matter how many times he flipped it up and down.

Abe yanked open the compartment door and stared into darkness, the ambient light reflecting off the snow outside the now still train through the windows behind him providing just enough to almost make out the wall opposite his door. The slide of the door in its tracks was repeated up and down the hall, along with more than one set of hurrying footsteps, the sounds easy to make out now that the constant background noise of the train was gone, the engine still and unnervingly silent.

“What the hell just happened?” Abe asked, but his question was lost among all of the others in the dark train car, voices running into and over each other in panic and indignation.

“I can’t see a thing!”

“Why did the train stop? We haven’t reached the station already, have we?”

“Ow! Watch where you’re going!”

“Why is everyone shouting?!”

“Everyone, please remain calm!” That last voice clearly belonged to Benjamin. “I’ll just go up front and see what the engineer has to say about all of this. Until then, if you could all just stay in your rooms to reduce the chance of injury—ow!”

Judging by the thump and the rattle of a door, Benjamin had confidently walked in the wrong direction.

Abe sighed and drew a lighter out of the depths of one of his pockets, glad he hadn’t been in any condition to get undressed or he would have never been able to find the thing. There was the scratch of metal and then the tiny light burst into life, not doing much to light the whole car but making a world of difference all the same.

“There’s no smoking in the passenger car,” Benjamin said, still rubbing his forehead from where he ran into a wall.

“Good thing I’m not doing that then, isn’t it?” Abe said, like he hadn’t just been about to reach for a cigarette to make the most of the light. “I’m not big on sitting around while something’s going on, so how’s about you and I go talk to the engineer together and see if we can’t get this train moving again?”

“Or you could simply lend me your lighter.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Abe said, stepping fully out into the hallway and using the action of closing the door behind him as a way to hide how he needed to take a moment and lean against the frame until the floor settled beneath his feet.

At the moment he didn’t think he could have handled the lights coming on, and the sooner he could get everyone to just stop talking the happier his aching head would be. He would have loved nothing more than to flop back onto his bed and sleep while someone else figured this out, but it didn’t work like that.

It never did.

So maybe he was a little jealous when he saw the door to the compartment next to his already sliding shut, Happy no doubt getting back to sleeping or keeping an eye on the compartment across the hall, where Mack was standing outside the door and blinking owlishly in the small circle of light at Abe like someone else who had just woken up from a nightmare.

Or found himself back in one, to judge by the pain in Mack’s eyes when the now familiar snap of fingers came from the compartment behind him and he sighed so long it threatened to put out the lighter.

“Aren’t we going to the front of the train?” Benjamin asked when Abe staggered across the hall and rapped on the door next to Richard’s room.

The door was locked, but after a moment Abe thought he could make out the sound of snoring. Absolutely absurd that anyone could sleep through all of this, but Abe wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He could deal with the Warfstache problem later.

“Do be careful, gentlemen,” Dorene said, the black robe clenched tight around her shoulders barely visible as Abe and Benjamin passed her door, the door pulled just far enough open to create a narrow gap. She muffled a yawn and said, “I think I’ll be getting back to sleep. Some of us can’t be skipping on that beauty rest, you know.”

“Oh, come now,” said the man in the next room over, the one she’d identified to Abe earlier as Illinois. He had his hat pressed to his chest as he leaned against the doorframe, posing like someone who’d shown up too early for the photo shoot. He winked at Dorene and said, “I think you could run circles around the rest of us if you felt like it.”

“Then it’s good for you I’d much rather get some sleep.”

Illinois shrugged and said to the other men, “I’d offer to go with, but three’s a crowd, especially if we’re tripping over each other in the dark. Say the word though, and I’ll be happy to help however I can.”

His smile was dazzling even in the dim, flickering glow of the lighter, and if Abe wasn’t using all he had to keep walking in a straight line, it might have done a number on him.

The last open door was empty, the occupant already retreated back into her room where Abe could hear the scurrying of paper and the click of various trunks being opened as the professor muttered, “Can’t work in these conditions, but I’m sure I can rig up something…”

Only for her muttering to be broken by a jaw-aching yawn followed by a groan.

“Perhaps you should be getting some sleep, Professor Beauregard?” Benjamin suggested, only for the professor to throw what, upon smashing against the wall inches away from the concierge’s ear, proved to be a coffee mug. Benjamin’s voice was notably higher as he continued, “Or not, you’re an adult and more than capable of knowing what’s best for yourself.”

He motioned for Abe to hurry it up and get them out of throwing range, and with some effort Abe managed to get the door at the end of the car open. It wasn’t stuck or anything, he just had some difficulty getting his hand and the handle to connect long enough to do the whole opening thing on the first couple of tries.

“Are you well, detective?” Benjamin asked when Abe had the same trouble with the next door, whose handle seemed to be on the opposite side of anything that made any sort of sense.

“I’m fine,” Abe muttered, resting his hand on the side door and blinking hard at the brilliant white snow out there. The snowstorm from earlier was still going strong, the wind howling as it whipped against the train and threw flakes at the windows so hard they could hear the constant tink of snow hitting the glass. A few feet out and it was impossible to see anything for the haze of white film over it all. They could be within hailing distance of the next station right now for all he could tell.

“If you’d like to go back to your room and get some rest, I would completely—”

Abe didn’t let Benjamin finish that suggestion before he yanked open the door to the luggage car, his spite allowing him to get it on the first try and even carrying him halfway through the narrow aisle between row after row of shelves before the stars gathered around the edge of his vision again.

He paused again, leaning against one of the shelves for support while the former butler caught up. His heart rate slowed, only to pick up again when Abe felt the distinctive tell of eyes on him, the feeling that he was being watched so strong that he whirled back around so fast that the lighter went out on him.

“Damn it,” Abe muttered, trying and failing to light it again until the third attempt, at which point any shadow he thought he saw back near the door they had come in through was long gone. Still he asked, “Did you see that?”

“See what?” Benjamin asked, craning his head to look like it would do any good now.

“…Nothing,” Abe said, but he was on edge now and every shadow drew his eye as they continued on, and there were so many here.

So many nooks and crannies where anyone or anything could be hiding, and here he stood in the middle of it all with a lighter in hand, painting himself in light to make all the better a target.

Abe tried to shake it off and keep moving, hurrying too fast to notice all the things he should have he would realize later, but right now finding the engineer was the priority.

That, and getting the hell out of this car.

Benjamin handled the next set of doors, only to retreat from the engine with his hands raised when Peter turned on them, backlit by the lantern set next to the controls behind him which also illuminated the truly massive wrench he held in both hands like a metal club ready to swing.

“Whoa!” Abe instinctively braced himself for a fight while Benjamin said, “Please be careful with that thing!”

“What?” Peter looked from them to the wrench before hastily dropping it with a clang that shook the floor, his awkward smile so apologetic that it was almost possible to forget the real, genuine fear Abe had seen in those eyes when he turned around. “Really sorry about that, wasn’t expectin’ to see anybody else up here.”

Peter paused, looking from one man to the other before asking, “Why are you two here, exactly?”

“We’re trying to figure out why the power’s out,” Abe said, tilting his lighter to emphasize his point.

“And why the train has stopped moving,” Benjamin added. “What the devil is going on here, Peter?”

“Well, I don’t know what caused the power to go out, but I can show you exactly why we ain’t going nowhere any time soon.” Peter waved his hand for them to step forward to the front of the car where he held his lantern up toward the front window. “Tell me what you see out there.”

“Whole lot of snow?” Abe said, cautious in case this turned out to be a trick question considering there wasn’t much of anything else out there.

“Exactly!” Peter pulled open the door and hopped down from the train, oblivious to the freezing cold or the wind still whipping around as he called for them to follow.

Abe and Benjamin weren’t exactly dressed to be out traipsing around in the middle of a snowstorm, but then neither was Peter and a single shared look confirmed that neither one wanted to be left behind in the car, with or without a lighter.

Abe sank into the snow and tried to follow in the footprints the conductor left behind, the crunch of snow behind him confirming Benjamin was trying to do the same. They didn’t have to go far though before they reached the front of the train, or at least that part of it that wasn’t currently wedged into a mountain of snow.

“Tracks are completely covered,” Peter said in case they missed that fact, raising his lantern to cast more light. “Lucky thing it cleared up just enough for me to see it coming and hit the brakes, else it would have been a lot worse than just getting stuck, I’ll tell you.”

“Stuck?” Benjamin repeated. “You mean we can’t just back out of this?”

Peter shrugged. “Maybe, but then we’d be backtracking for miles just to get to the last junction and hope no one’s coming down the line behind us past that point. Might be easier to just clear the tracks here, but we’d need to wait until morning to see how much of a job that is. That said, if we stay here for now, I know the schedule for this bit. No one else due through until the day after tomorrow, so no need to worry about anyone running into us.”

 “And no one to come help us out,” Abe pointed out.

“The next station will notice if we’re not there on time, and surely they’d send someone to check,” Benjamin said. He looked to Peter and asked, “Is there any way we can contact them before then?”

“Yeah, if we had some power.” Peter slapped the side of the train, which was still steaming from the quickly evaporating heat of the cooling engine. “Like I said, it was lucky enough that I even could see the tracks were covered in time with the lights going out the way they did. Just ‘boom,’ darkness, can’t see a thing. Whole electrical system, down. Fuel still works to keep the train moving, but that doesn’t do a lick of good if I can’t see where we’re going.”

“And how far to the next station?” Abe asked.

“Maybe thirty miles or so, going off the last marker I remember seeing,” Peter said.

Abe nodded. “No one’s walking that, not in this snowstorm. Speaking of, can we go back inside now?”

He was starting to suspect his shoes were not as waterproof as he once thought, at least not when the snow rose higher than his knees and had a tendency to trickle in every time he shifted his weight.

“Right, right, sorry, it gets so hot up front near the engine this kind of feels nice to me,” Peter admitted as they walked single file back inside. “You don’t look so good though, are you okay?”

Abe stomped and brushed himself down to get the outermost layers of snow off, using the movement to ignore the question and ask one of his own. “You said the power was already out before you hit the brakes—what can do that on a train? Is there just some emergency off button, or…?”

Peter shrugged. “Darned if I know, but I’ll keep trying to restart everything. Gotta be honest with you though, I’m a train engineer (and conductor), not an electrical engineer. Those’re what you’d call two very different things.”

  “Do you at least have more of those lanterns around, for myself and the passengers?” Benjamin asked. “The lighter can only do so much.”

Abe looked at the lighter in his hand and said, “Don’t you listen to him, you’ve been doing a great job.”

“Yeah, there’s a whole bunch of them in the luggage car, up near the front in the storage area,” Peter said, leading the way only to stop short at the door. “But maybe I should stay here with the engine. You’ll see them, they’re right by the spare fuel canisters.”

“That…does not sound up to code,” Benjamin said doubtfully, following Abe back through to the luggage car where he stopped short and said, “And that does not look up to code, either. Why are there so many flammable objects so close to the engine?”

“Because that’s where the boxes of matches are,” Abe answered, pointing to said boxes on the same shelf as the lanterns, above the crates full of fuel, paint, and discount fireworks. “How many do you think you can carry?”

Abe lit a lantern, and between the two of them they carried enough to leave one hanging at either end of the passenger car, plus a few that Benjamin said he was going to take back to the kitchen car for the chef’s later benefit while he walked the train in search of any other issues.

“And then I will try to get some rest, and I suggest you do the same, detective. As Peter said, we can only wait until morning before having a full idea of the situation.”

“Somehow, everyone telling me I need some sleep doesn’t make me want to go to sleep any faster,” Abe muttered, but he went into his room all the same and pulled the door shut.

Hanging the lantern by the bed, Abe changed into some dry clothes while he stared out the window, the situation running through his mind as quickly and relentlessly as the snow falling outside.

“Oh, the train! Oh, I remember the train. How long were we stuck in the snow for?”

Abe froze, hands resting on the top buttons of his shirt as Wilford’s words faded into the back of whatever corner of his mind they came out of, leaving a pause just long enough for Abe’s wide eyes to meet their terrified reflection in the glass of the window.

The compartment door jumped its tracks when he yanked it open, but Abe didn’t waste time trying to close it behind him as he crossed the hall and banged on the opposite door.

“Warfstache!” he bellowed, oblivious to the complaints from the other rooms as he tried the door again, ready to force the lock if he had to, only for the door to easily slide open with no resistance.

Abe didn’t stop to question it, he just barged into the room with a snarl already forming on his lips.

“You’re going to tell me what the hell is going on here, or I swear I’ll—”

This time Abe did stop, as he belatedly realized that his pointing finger was aimed at the only occupant of the compartment’s bed, a stuffed teddy bear wearing a false mustache and monocle.

“What…?”

“He’s innocent on all charges, Your Honor. Well, except for the bribery, drug smuggling, impersonating an officer, and all of the manslaughter.”

Abe spun around and saw Wilford sitting in the sill of the window, in full view of the open compartment door where the detective couldn’t possibly have missed him.

Wilford shrugged. “Other than all those little things, he’s not a bad bear.”

“What are you talking about?” Abe asked, before tossing the teddy bear aside and closing the compartment door. “Never mind, I don’t care. What I do want to know is how you knew about this.”

Wilford stared at him for a second, then prompted, “About what, exactly?”

“This! The train, the snow, the, the—” Abe hissed, a hand to his aching temple. There was more, but even trying to think about that night after the disco hurt even when his head didn’t feel like someone had shoved a swarm of bees in there when he wasn’t looking. “How did you know this was going to happen?”

“I haven’t got the faintest clue what you’re talking about,” Wilford said brightly.

“…What are you doing here, Wilford?” Abe asked, wondering if the train had started moving again or if the floor swaying under his feet was just his imagination.

“Oh, same as you, I’m sure. Just enjoying the journey.”

Abe scoffed and Wilford tilted his head.

“You are having fun, aren’t you?”

“Why would I be having fun?” Abe gestured around at all of it. “We’re stuck on a train with no power in the middle of nowhere! What about any of this is fun?”

“Says the man who can’t sit still without some mystery to solve, some murderer to chase down, some bad guy to bring to justice or whatever it is you do,” Wilford seemed to give up halfway through that sentence, flapping his hand at Abe as if to say he knew the rest. “I thought you’d be more excited than anyone with something strange afoot.”

“Stranger than you?” Abe asked.

Wilford feigned indignation. “Strange? Me? I’m perfectly normal, thank you very much. It’s all the rest of you that’s strange, but you won’t catch me saying anything about it.”

Abe winced, the absurdity of that statement too much for him to even start to pull apart right now.

“Say, Abe, are you okay? You don’t look so—”

“I know, I know! Could everyone stop saying that for two seconds?!”

Turns out yelling didn’t help, and Abe had to sit down and hold his head between his knees until the nausea passed.

Breathe in, breathe out, slow, deep breaths—all easier said than done with his present company, but gradually Abe felt his head start to clear only to stick again on something Wilford had said.

Something strange was going on, he could feel it in the air, and he knew it wasn’t just because of the power outage.

“I need to talk this out, get it out of my head,” Abe said, standing up. He preferred to work with visual representations, boards, notes, photos, all tied together with string—seeing the connections laid out, no matter how complicated the result might be, that always helped.

Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have the material to work with yet, physical or otherwise. When that happened, having someone to talk to, bounce ideas off of until something clicked into place, that was as key as any clue in an investigation.

“Ooh, I’m listening,” Wilford said, raising one hand only to slowly lower it when the detective glared at him.

“I had someone else in mind,” Abe said, and headed for the door while Wilford shrugged.

“Fair enough. I’ve never been really good at the whole retaining information thing. Speaking of, what’s the name of your partner again?”

Abe slammed the compartment door behind him, and at the end of the hall nearest the lounge car there was a startled shout before Benjamin said, “Really detective, if you could be a little more respectful of the other passengers!”

Abe pressed a finger to his lips and shushed the other man, stage whispering, “Don’t shout, people are trying to sleep around here!”

Petty, but worth it to see Benjamin’s pretty face give an affronted gasp in the light of his lantern, even if another door opened behind him and Dorene said, “Yes, we are. Do you two not have something better to do than making all this noise out in the hallway?”

“Wh—he started it!” Benjamin said, pointing his finger at Abe.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m just going to go check in with Happy, we’ll try to keep it down,” Abe said, heading toward the room that had been his earlier. “Can’t speak for that guy though, you’ll want to keep an eye on him.”

Abe ignored Benjamin’s protests and knocked on Happy’s door.

When no answer came, he knocked again, harder this time, before calling out, “Happy, you up?”

“I don’t see how anyone could sleep through all of this,” Dorene commented.

“He wasn’t asleep just a few minutes ago,” Abe said. “How fast can one man fall asleep?”

“Perhaps you should leave whatever the matter is until the morning,” Benjamin suggested, even as Abe put his hand on the doorlatch and froze.

“Benjamin,” Abe said, his voice odd, strangled. “Do you have a key to these rooms?”

“Why, yes, but if you think I’m going to let you into someone else’s—”

“Get this door open, now!”

The order came with such authority that Benjamin moved forward, keys jangling in his hand while other doors started to open up and down the car.

“What’s going on?” Illinois asked, as calm and cool as ever.

“It looks like the detective got locked out of his room and is making us all suffer for it,” Mack said, the lack of sleep probably having something to do with the annoyance in his voice.

Behind Abe, Richard sounded too tentative compared to his earlier arrogance as he whispered, “Detective, is this related to our…discussion earlier?”

Abe didn’t answer, because as Benjamin moved closer to the compartment door the light of his lantern caught the doorlatch, illuminating the red stains on it and Abe’s hand. Benjamin breathed in sharply and soon found the key, unlocking the door and, careful not to touch the smear of blood, pulled it open.

Abe took the lantern and raised it without stepping inside, the soft glow catching on the pool of red surrounding the body lying crumpled on the floor, one hand outstretched toward the fedora that had fallen just out of reach while the other was tucked inside his jacket where his weapon lay hidden. One look confirmed what Abe already knew the moment he spotted the blood on the door:

Agent Harold Apless was dead.

Not just dead—murdered. Abe, a beat too late, realized he maybe shouldn’t have said that last bit out loud when shocked gasps rang throughout the car behind him.

((End of Part 4. Thank you as always for reading!

Hey look, that thing this fic is named for finally happened!...Sorry, Happy.

Link to Part 5: Buddy System.

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Syd + Richie in Season 3 of THE BEAR FX

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[MASTERPOST] - witcher!Jaskier is back!! I can't believe I finally did it, yesss, I finally drew something for those two again 😭

Also: Jaskier is 5 seconds away from being thrown at the next drowner.

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I know those eyes.

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explicit sexual content MDNI

you know when you’re laying in bed on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, one leg bent at the knee in a 90 degree angle and the other outstretched completely? yeah thinking about being used in that position.

your shorts are already tiny enough to barely cover much when you’re standing and walking around. so when you’ve been laying down for nearly an hour now, rolling around in search of the perfect position for your mindless scrolling, the fabric has ridden up to cut between your cheeks, exposing the bottom of them.

subsequently, your shirt has lifted, exposing your sides and back, and although so much of you is covered, it appears the opposite.

he feels as if it’s the opposite.

laying beside you on his side, no longer focused on whatever he was supposed to be doing before your figure caught his eye. he’s been silent for a while, letting his eyes rake over your figure. letting the sight of you relaxed like this entice him. convince him that he needs you.

which, with the way you’re laying, legs already spread and inviting him in, he thinks you feel the same.

he starts off casual, innocent. he lets you warm up to his touch.

you hum a little appreciatively whenever his hand lays flat against the exposed skin of your back. your hips wiggle a bit when his palm glides down to rest over your ass. your legs spread more whenever his large hand situates itself between your legs, fingers resting against the taut crotch of your shorts.

you don’t tell him to stop. you don’t tell him to keep going. but your back arches and you move just a little closer.

your head, previously having been faced the opposite direction, turns to look at him once he starts to trace the outline of you with a light touch. barely enough to provide stimulation, but the memory of what he could do to you is what drives you to want more. not the preview of what will inevitably come to be.

you watch him, he watches you, and then you reach down to slide your shorts and panties off in one motion. you go to change positions, too, maybe lay on your back to give easier access, but he shakes his head and kisses his teeth.

“back on your stomach. like before.” it’s a request, there’s room for denial, but with the speed at which you follow it, it could easily have been identified as a command instead.

either way, you end up just as you were before. your eyes flutter shut at the first touch. firmer than before, but still gentle in nature, once more a glide through your slit before ending at your entrance.

by the time he has two fingers buried in you, you’ve thrown your leg over his hips and dug your nails into the forearm not flexing with the effort of fingering you. you’re watching him again, but he’s focused on your cunt swallowing his digits this time, the lewd sounds of it all echoing around the bedroom now that the clacking of your nails against your phone screen isn’t present.

he seldom blinks. his lips are parted, gentle breaths leaving them periodically, and if your own lips weren’t so preoccupied with spewing out thankful praises then you would’ve kissed him.

the heel of his palm digs into your ass as he crooks his fingers a little more aggressively. he searches for a second, eyebrows furrowing in determination, and you do your part by lifting your hips and twisting them a little and then there. there it is.

your hips are already lifted so it makes it all the more easier to slide your hand down and press against your clit when he tells you to.

after that it doesn’t take long. just a little while longer and your toes are curling and your back is arching and you’re burying your face into the pillow beneath you.

his fingers stay within you at first, pumping at a more languid pace, and then once you’ve stopped twitching he pets your head soothingly. he peppers kisses into your scalp, and your eyes are suddenly heavier than they were previously.

you peel your head out of the pillows to ask him, “what was that for?”

he pulls you closer into his side with one hand, urging you to press your back to his chest.

“those little shorts.”

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Birds of a Feather previous / next

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I drew some characters from 6 popular children’s books in my style!

This was a really fun challenge! 😆 what was your favorite children’s book growing up?

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Princess "Steal Ur Bitch" Loolilalu CUCKS local jester [NOT CLICKBAIT]

another screenshot redraw lol

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I need a large animatronic to come put me in my place ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ I wanted a pick me up so I drew one, and I do love to color to relieve stress... this comic however is decidedly not going to get that treatment though ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

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BE NATURAL : nanami kento

warning(s) breeding, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, shower sex, spanking, slight hair pulling, biting, a little degradation, reader & nanami are married, aftercare

word count 3,844

author’s note cuz nanami is the master at fucking you senseless then taking care of u after :,)

you aren’t sure what pissed him off, all you know is that kento came home already pent up.

you came out of your shared bedroom with nothing but a towel on— being on your way to take a shower— but you heard the anticipated click! of the door, which naturally made you wanna greet the love of your life. he hooked his finger in to the back of his loafers to take them off, meticulously placing them back on the shoe rack next to the front door. he hadn’t noticed you at this point and something about the underlying tension is stopping you from greeting him with your usual cheer.

after all, it’s rare for him to not acknowledge you considering that you’re his first priority to kiss and hug as soon as he opens the door to your humble abode.

his eyes aren’t visible from the specs he often wears for work, rotating his neck to unravel his tie, wrapping it around his palm as he walked towards the kitchen. he placed his glasses and silk tie down on the quartz counter and he finally took notice of you, walking up towards you without saying anything before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“what’s wrong?” you lace your fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him, an arm around his back. your husband is never particularly emotional, but at times, there’s days like these where he comes home fatigued like he just fought a war or something.

he sighs, “work.” you give the back of his head small pats, trying to comfort him as best you can.

you ponder, offering, “what about we take a shower together then you can sleep it off? sounds good doesn’t it?” prying about his day will just worsen his stress so you decide to keep any potential questions to yourself. plus, you honestly just wanted to take a shower after a long day of errands, so you’re hitting two birds with one stone.

his meager “mm” in response was enough said.

—

you turn the knob, cold water drizzling out of the shower head. holding your hand out to check the water’s heat, you watch as kento was getting ready to undress, popping out the buttons from his signature blue linen top one by one. he slipped off of it, folding it neatly before placing it on the sink counter. he then slips off his wedding band and sets it on top of his clothes.

you had seen his bare body an ungodly amount of instances, but you never fail to just stare… it’s truly glorious. his broad shoulders along with his subtle six pack, not to mention his arms that you wouldn’t mind being suffocated with. he noticed your darting gaze when he unbuckled his belt and instead of panicking, you just shoot him a meek smile, unaware that the water pooling on your hand is already warm, apparent by the moist on the shower glass.

“baby, i think the water is ready.” he chuckles and you snap out of it, quickly unwrapping the towel around you and getting in the spacious shower. he followed shortly after, and closed the door behind him.

your intentions were innocent, really just wishing to ease your husband’s exhaustion, but kento had something else in mind.

he didn’t think about it until the soap suds trickling down your boobs and ass was seriously turning him on for some reason. you asked if he could put soap on your back because you couldn’t reach well, and of course he obliged. it’s crazy because he’d seen you naked more times than he could imagine, but something about today just made you so desirable.

when you turned around to slather soap on his body, you paused when you noticed that he’s staring at you so blankly. like you were a problem he couldn’t simply figure out. while you were distracted with his cold gaze, he takes the soap from your hand and puts it back in its respective place.

always so thorough, you know just how much he loathed making a mess.

he’s a taller man than you are, requiring you to crane your neck up to see him eye to eye. he guides his fingers to take ahold of your chin gently before tapping at your cheek with a bit of force, enough that it hurt.

“honey, what-“

before you could even finish, your face was smashed against the cold shower glass, kento’s chest trapping you in between him and the wall. you gasped in complete surprise, trying to turn your head to look at him, but he just turned your chin back towards the glass. though you didn’t mind whatsoever, it’s a rare sight to see kento so… aggressive with you, you didn’t even expect it since he came home weary and expected him to sleep it off right after this.

he whispers softly, lips against the shell of your ear, a hand grabbing ahold a chunk of your hair. “no talking unless i tell you to.” while keeping a tug on your locks, his fingers had already sneaked in between your legs, in which you spread in compliance. he pressed the pad of his finger against the bud of your clit, rubbing it ever so slightly. you yelped, palms backed against the glass that you’re being pushed against.

the water trickled down your cunt and on his fingers as he swiped your clit in tight and precise circles to get you aroused. your mind was already going stark, hazed with the thought of what he’s capable of when he’s in this state of mind. his teeth dug into the skin of your shoulders, trailing his bites up to the side of your neck. there was absolutely no way these weren’t going to bruise tomorrow, the pain on your neck mixed in with his fingers sliding into you so suddenly leaving you no choice but to curse out loud.

“fuck, kento- ah-“ the immediate slap on your ass when he specifically told you to not speak left your jaw hanging open. you felt like you were being tossed around with how rough you’re being treated, but you weren’t going to lie: you’re enjoying it to the fullest.

one hand went up to squeeze your breast, threatening to slip out in between his fingers from the silky water, the pitter patter of the shower masking the lewd noises of your cunt. he pinches your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers, and you gasp sharply, breathing heavily.

he rasps, “do you like it when you’re being treated like this, hm?” his voice was low and sultry, tongue grazing up your ear, with you shivering from his warm tongue juxtaposed with the shower’s humidity.

you whimper, “yes, i love it… ‘need more” the desperation lingering in your voice made his cock twitch, if he wasn’t already hard before, he’s definitely throbbing now, a bead of pre seeping out of the slit of his tip. kento knelt down on the tiles, using his huge bulky hands to spread your ass cheeks apart. your pussy glistened with slick, lips puffy, just asking to be devoured.

squirming, you arch your back to give him better access, kento licking his lips then sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe from your clit to in between your drenched folds.

he nuzzled his face in between your ass, lips smacking against the wet heat of your cunt, the tip of his tongue poking on your dripping hole. your moans were bouncing off the thin walls of the glass, kento only encouraging it by teasing your poor little clit with his finger while he feasted in between your legs.

his palms were gripped on your plush ass, massaging them to alleviate the tension out your body from his manhandling. to say that you were struggling to not curse or moan his name was an understatement. you were practically choking on your words, whines that nearly passed as sobs drifting past your lips. kento pulls out for a moment to take a breather, watching a glob of his saliva dripping from your pussy down on the tiles beneath him.

pushing you a few inches away from the wall, he positioned himself so that he could see your pussy from the front. “you taste so fucking sweet, doll.” he slid two fingers inside your hole, velvety walls immediately clenching around them, appreciating every crevice of his thick digits. “pretty pussy so wet f’me,” he reveres in between licks on your clit, each time sending shivers down your spine. he’s babbling at this point, just saying anything in his mind which isn’t in character for him. you’re usually the vocal one, but having him do the talking for once is doing nothing but turning you on— enough that you’re already pushed on the brink of orgasm.

his fingers plunged in with ease, and so far up that it quickly reached your sweet spot, that blended in with the warm muscle of his tongue jostling up against your clit had the corner of your mouth dribbling with saliva. you rock your hips on his face, an attempt on getting yourself off, however he strikes your ass for doing so, harsh enough that you could still feel the sting even minutes after.

he rasps, “do that again and you’re not cumming tonight. would you like that, hm?” you screamed when he smacked your ass again, his fingers plugged inside you never faltering in speed.

you whisper, voice barely capable of spitting out coherent sentences, “no… ‘m sorry kento. i’ll be good.” being unable to discern whether it’s tears trickling down your cheeks or the water from the pouring shower, you just moan in helplessness, cheek resting against the cool glass wall.

a point came where his digits were just in too deep in your poor cunt and his teasing tongue was leaving your clit swollen that you couldn’t hold it anymore. “oh fuck, can’t- i’m- ah—!” a warm stream of fluid dripped down your thigh, your husband licking up every last drop of your slick, kissing your clit one more time before standing back up, this time behind you.

he bit your lower back and dug his teeth up to your neck, leaving you with a trail of love bites. it felt as if he was gnawing at your skin, holding onto your forearm and pinning on your back before he nibbled on your earlobe. you were still coming down from your orgasm, legs trembling, ass cheek marred with the print of his palm. you turn your head, where you meet his eyes. the moment you felt his lips pressed against yours, you immediately succumbed back into his touch.

despite his ravening demeanor, his lips were so gentle as they brushed over yours, his tongue slithering in your mouth as soon as you gasped when he slapped his tip against your sensitive clit. he lets go of your bounded arm and from the corner of your eye, you notice his hand press over the wall, the other guiding his tip, resting his fat cock in between your plush walls. “do me a favor and let me know how good you’re feeling, okay?” he teases, poking the head of his dick against your drooling hole.

“just fuck me already.” you plead, screeching when he pushed his lenght past your hole, pussy squeezing onto him for dear life. he didn’t even hesitate, didn’t even ask if you were holding up okay like he usually does in his loving husband way. but to be fair, he was just heeding to your request.

he groaned when he thrusts into you to the hilt, taking both of your wrists with only one hand to pull you back slightly to reel you in deeper, while the other trapped you in between the sheer glass wall, now completely fogged with humidity.

it seemed like he was taking his time, basking in the warm feeling of finally being inside of you, holding still for a few seconds to appreciate his wife’s snug cunt. after for what seemed like a good minute, he pulled out, then rammed back in, leaving your mouth dangling wide, the slight upper curve of his cock having no hard time to prod onto your squishy g-spot.

“my god, kento… fuck.” you giggled, partly because you’re amused at how multidimensional your husband is despite being together for so many years and also because that hit the spot.

literally.

without a word, he was quick to thrust out and back in, each with a slightly deeper stroke, making your mind go in circles, ass bouncing against his lower abs. you felt like his tip was trying to poke through your abdominal walls with the way you’re arched, wrists gripped back with just his firm hand. the shower was too fucking hot, you can quite literally feel the condensation getting thicker, the sound of the water spraying onto your bodies muffled in your hearing.

he grunts your name, following with a string of curses, “fuck, fuck, fuck… hah—“ the clapping sound of his pelvis slamming up against your feeble body was enough to get him off, fucking into you in a vigorous pace for a few seconds before keeping himself plugged into you, making your whole body jolt forward, boobs pressed against the shower wall. it was all starting to hurt— you felt like putty, yet you couldn’t help but crave more. “kento,” you wince, yelping at the sensation of being so full of just him.

kento lets go of your wrists, so sore as if they were wrung like a damp towel. he pulls out, turning you by the forearm and takes a good look at your face after not being able to do so this whole time.

he’s always so adamant about how he hates clutter. in the years you’ve been married you’ve never seen his office messy no matter how busy or stressed he might be. even the way he gets ready in the morning and how he decompresses before bed is structured.

but with you? oh god, he absolutely strives for it. the mess. the nastiness of it all. your beautiful body adorned with his markings to remind everyone who owns you.

yes, he’s reserved. probably won’t even say anything brash when you tell him about the occasional times you get hit on when you’re out without him, but there’s no doubt that he's territorial. once in a while, he plants a little something on you to show everyone that you’re taken.

you’re just too oblivious to realize why he does it.

he strokes your cheek with the side of his index finger, then lifts your chin to force you to make eye contact. your eyes are glazed over, throat strained with nothing in that little head of yours besides his name and your animalistic desire to get fucked dumb. “i wanna see your face when you cum, is that okay?” he’s much more mellow now than minutes prior, gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb.

your mind is empty, responding with a frail “mhm”. you cup his cheek, leaning onto your tippy toes to give him a soft peck on the lips. he smiles tenderly, kissing your forehead before he lifts one of your legs by the back of your knee, leaving your pussy wide open. your wrap your hand around his cock, feeling the ridges of the protruding vein rubbing against your palm as you pump him.

“baby…” he moans, nestling his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his lips on each bite mark littered all over your upper neck and shoulders. you lead his cock back in between your slit, sliding him up and down for lubrication before slipping him back inside you, kento hissing from the tingling feeling of his dick being swallowed whole by your pussy.

your nails claw onto his shoulder blades, as he slammed his pelvis against yours, one hand keeping your waist locked while the other pried your leg open. you glance down to see the work being done on you, huffing when you used two of your fingers to frantically rub at your clit. you watch as his cock slid into you so swiftly, how your tight cunt was so welcoming for him. you see how flexed your husband’s abs are from having to thrust into you so precisely, eyes wandering up to his flushed chest then his brown eyes.

it’s funny because you were simultaneously watching how good he’s deliciously stretching you out amidst the moans and curses under your breath, resulting in a quick exchange of chuckles. “it’s turning me on. watching it, you- you know?” you stutter, followed by a little whimper when you feel that familiar knot in your stomach.

“nn- ‘love it when my princess feels good.” there were so many other things in mind that he wanted to say; how sexy you look while being fucked and how he wishes he could record your face so he could masturbate to it on nights he can’t go home due to a work trip, but kept quiet. you’re too sarcastic to let him get away with saying something so crass, honestly, he was a bit surprised that you even put up with his bullshit when he was slapping you around like some whore.

he pauses for a second, wrapping your leg that he was holding onto around his waist and he pulls on your other, signaling for you to hop on his arms.

you softly retaliate, setting your hand over his, “kento, i’m not light.”

“are you underestimating me?” you should’ve known he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer either way since he forced your other leg around him, your whole weight hanging on his waist. you were hesitant about this, mainly because you didn’t feel comfortable having him carry you, but then all your worries wore off when he squeezed your thighs for reassurance.

“i got you, baby.” he kisses your cheek. you had your arms around his neck, face a few inches from his. the veins from his forearm were prominent as he kept a bruising grip on your thighs.

you mumble, “you’re so deep,” swearing you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. he uses your thighs to propel himself in and out, and he turns around and pins you against the tile wall for a change of scenery. he felt so warm, his tender embrace all while your eyes rolled to the back of your head, chin rested on his shoulder. slight embarrassment rushed through your cheeks when you saw the moist shower glass printed with your boobs and your as well as kento’s hands.

your nasty moans so close up his ear only provided him with more stamina, his hips moving endlessly with the intent of drawing out another orgasm out of you.

nails digging on his back, you yelp, “kento, ��need to cum.” you use the last bit of your strength to warn him, body manipulated by him, unable to buck your hips.

he pants in between sloppy thrusts, the water sloshing against his thigh as he slammed himself into you, “yes, yes, yes, cum for me, my pretty girl.” he’s mumbling sweet nothings as you let yourself release, eyes closed shut while nearly screaming his name, ultimately pushing him straight at his own high.

“ah fuck yeah,” he grits his teeth, stuffing you full of his hot, viscous cum. he waits a few seconds before pulling out, savoring in the few minutes of pure heaven that you gave him.

kento lets you loose, a little pop! audible as his cock slid out, coated with cum. arms still wrapped around him, he clashes his forehead against yours. “i love you, kento.” you whisper with a dulcet tone.

he smiles, “i love you more,” taking you by the lips one more time, his hands massaging the plump of your waist. you could feel his seed pooling in your stomach, being so filled that some is seeping down your inner thigh.

you unclasped your arms and he turns the shower knob off, walking out to open the bathtub’s faucet. you raise your voice a tad so he could hear through the glass, “what are you doing?”

“starting us a bath, so we can relax before taking a proper shower” he shrugs, reaching towards the mirror cabinet to take one of the bath bombs you’ve been storing.

when the tub was filled, he quietly turned off the faucet and went back into the shower where he proceeded to soak off with you. you help each other clean up, kento placing soft kisses over your raw hickeys while you rinse the intimate parts of your body.

“sorry for hurting you, sweetheart. i should’ve asked before doing something like that.” he mutters in between pecks on your skin.

you reach your hand behind to rake your fingers through his golden locks, humming, “it’s okay… what about your back, though? i’m sure it stings.” you snuck a glance at it when he was turned around earlier and there were two long red streaks, the apparent traces of your nails. although, it wouldn’t be the first time his back would be full of scratches.

“don’t worry about it, it’s a reminder of our love.”

you scoff at his choice of words, “okay, whatever you say, mister. let’s put petroleum jelly on it later.” you’re never quite sure if he’s being real with you or if he’s trying to be funny, but you appreciate it either way.

after cleaning up, kento prepared some strawberries and wine to compliment your bath, placing the platter and the wine glasses on the wooden bathtub tray you purchased a while back, but never ended up using. you light up a candle while he takes off the towel he draped around his waist while fixing up the food. he takes one step on the tub to test the waters, then sits across from you.

you clink your glasses together and after a sip, you joke, “what if you actually got me pregnant this time?” you always kid about being pregnant and he usually pays no mind to it because you’re never serious, but the question struck him differently this time.

he places the glass back on the tray. “then you’re pregnant.” his stoic expression and dry tone almost made it comical.

you roll your eyes in response, “so you’re saying you don’t mind?” it wasn’t like you two weren’t trying, it just has never really been a big factor in your relationship. you wouldn’t be upset if you live the rest of your life with him without children, but at the same time you often imagine how it would be.

“well, i don’t think it’ll be a burden if it ends up happening. plus, i think it’s about time we start a family, don’t you think?” he takes a strawberry and holds it in front of you, in which you lean in to take a bite. you were really just joking, but the sincerity in his response warmed your heart. he never really gave you the impression of a family man, so you didn’t think he would comply so easily.

you swallow before sighing, “so do you think it’s a boy or a girl-“

“don’t push it.”

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My colleagues and I have just had a paper published in Nature, based on our efforts to assess almost all amphibian species for the IUCN Red Lists. The major takeaway messages:

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Two fifths of all amphibians are threatened with extinction.

Salamanders are the most threatened group; three fifths of all salamanders are threatened with extinction!

Climate change is a major driver of amphibian declines globally

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Chytrid pandemics have caused and continue to cause catastrophic declines of both salamanders and frogs

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Our paper is Open Access, you can read it here!

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