the Shepherd’s tents are far too thin to hide the sounds — .

he pulled her closer, a soft kiss to the back of the neck … he’d like to sleep in with you today.

6’4 — …

𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 …

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘩𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘱.

𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺 …

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢! 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊 𝘵𝘰 𝘚 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠!

𝘮𝘮 … 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 …

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵…

𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 …

he knows full well he’s the image of virility. but… must he really bear the shame of… …bunny ears—?

“Tch…” grumbling; crossing his arms over his chest. “—I told them to leave some room in the shoulders… Surely this shirt will be torn before the festival’s through.”

𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘯’𝘲𝘶… 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴.

hm. an heir is required.

make lon’qu a father day .

there’s nothing he enjoys more than being 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 by the reader …

“ mmh. are the Shepherds still together? it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it. “