#punzsam

Sam whined, trying to hide his face in the pillows. Punz wasn't having it; they grabbed Sam's shoulder and forced him to roll on his back, letting them see his face and the way his cock leaked.

"Pretty thing like you was made to be used." Punz taunted. They gripped his hips tight and thrusted hard, setting a quick, uneven pace that didn't leave any room for Sam to catch his breath. "Be a good boy and cum, Sammy."

Sam moaned loudly, trying to pull at his bound wrists. He couldn't cum again, he couldn't. it was already all over his chest and on the sheets, proof of his desperation and love. There was only so much that could be wrung out of him before he-

A warm, calloused hand stroked his cock, coaxing it to full hardness. Sam arched, following it and forcing Punz deeper inside him.

"C'mon, honey, I know you can take it," Punz smiled, sharp and easy and loving. They were breathing heavier, but they kept their composure, and Sam wanted desperately to be good enough to make them lose it for just a moment.

"Punz," Sam begged. "Punz please."

-

Even as Fran brushed against him in comfort, Sam still felt stressed- he didn't like having her so out in the open. Punz and Dream were the only reason he was able to breathe; Dream walked on the other side of her, and Punz covered her back. They were her escort to her new gift awaiting at Techno's cabin, and they would protect the oldest living pet on the server with everything they had.

"What if she doesn't like any of them?" Sam asked anxiously, petting her fur. Dream smiled at him reassuringly.

"We'll just get her a treat and leave."

Punz snorted. "I think Techno will be disappointed."

"No he won't." Dream rolled his eyes. "He's too excited to see Fran to be disappointed about anything."

As if Techno could hear him, another *ping!* came from his communicator. Sam pet his beloved wolf-dog again and preened; of course, it was *Fran*, who wouldn't be excited to see her? She was sweet and easy to love, with the cutest face and the fluffiest coat. Truly a role model for all wolf-dogs everywhere.

The snow crunched beneath his paws as they approached the cabins. Sam felt Punz pat his flank.

"You gonna be okay, big guy?"

His face warmed. "Yeah."

"Awesome." Punz sounded teasing. "Awesam, even."

Sam turned to glare at him, but a chorus of barks began to sound off, and Fran's ears perked. She trotted towards the stables, ignoring the front door in favor of looking for the horde of dogs. Sam hurried after her.

"Wait, sit, we're not allowed back there yet!"

She was of course the best girl and sat immediately. Her ears were swiveling towards the noise though, and her tail was wagging with excitement.

The cabin door swung open. "I don't remember installing my dogs as a doorbell."

"Techno!" Dreams smile was blinding as he rushed to slam his entire body into the piglins form. Techno laughed.

"You won't knock me down yet. Try again in a hundred years."

"Shut up," Dream shot back. "I'm actually trying to hug you this time, idiot."

"You training your hugs to move mountains then, Dream?" Techno asked, but wrapped his arms around him with a warm smile. "And hello to you other guys too."

Punz waved, and Sam was very polite and did not scowl because he was excellent at diplomacy.

"Is that them?" A faint, muffled voice came from inside the cabin.

"Yeah, they're here Phil!" Techno called back. "We'll meet you in the dog pens!"

Fran barked. The horde of wolf-dogs barked, louder. They all seemed to know they were being talked about. Techno looked pleased.

"Hi there. Lets get you inside and I'll grab you some jerky."

The dog pens were incredibly spacious, even more so than the last time Sam had been there. Techno's ever-expanding army was pampered with the finest of accommodations, from gold-detailed water troughs to fluffy, feathery bedding. Even if Fran's room was Objectively Better Objectively, Sam could admit that this wasn't the worst place to live for a wolf-dog.

"The puppies are in the back. Better for them to be a bit out of the way, you know? At least until they're fully grown," Techno led them through. The wolf-dogs of every color and type closed in eagerly, but sat at a one-handed gesture from their owner. Fran was the most dignified girl and barely reacted to the attempts to sniff her. Instead, she pressed her entire body against Sam and let him decide where they would be heading. Her weight eased the tension in his body, as much as Dream's hand on his shoulder or Punz at his back.

-

"She's quite good with them, mate." Philza commented. "If it weren't for the collar, I'd assume she was part of the pack."

Fran nosed at one of the pups attempting to climb on her back. She seemed unbothered by being used as a puppy jungle gym, lounging on the pile of fur with a relaxed air while a brown, fluffier one tried to climb her head.

"Now, now, don't get too rough with our friend." Techno scooped it up. It immediately tried to go for the treats he had in his other hoof. Techno booped its nose. "Your greed is sickening."

It squeaked, and the surrounding pups began to squeak in response. Sam was fondly reminded of Fran as a young pup, noisy and just as affectionate as she was now, if less laid-back.

Dream rested against Sam's flank, a sleeping pup in his lap. Every once in a while, he would switch from petting the pup to petting Sam's fur, and Sam kneaded the ground.

Punz sat closer to Fran, breaking off small pieces of food to give to the pups that wandered up to them for a sniff.

"Have you thought about going to the New Years party yet?"

Sam blinked. "Party?"

"Yeah. I told Techno to text you all about it." Philza shot the pigling a Look. Techno faux-cowered.

"I definitely would have remembered to text them, Phil. Definitely. Ten minutes ago."

"Oh, for-" Philza's feathers puffed up in exasperation. "Dream, Punz, Sam. Would you like to go to our New Year's Party?"

"Who else is going?" Dream asked curiously.

"Besides the Syndicate? Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Hannah, Wilbur-"

"Absolutely not," Punz interrupted. "We're not going anywhere near that guy."

"You sure, mate? McChill had been keeping him on a pretty short leash."

"Is the leash literal?" Punz asked.

Philza paused. "No...?"

"Then it's not good enough."

The old crow sighed. Sam felt a bit bad about that, but the last time he talked to Wilbur, he'd nearly cut his hand off, and he was still in trouble for doing that to Ponk so it was best not to risk a secondary incident.

Then again, Punz hated Wilbur, so maybe he'd be rewarded for hand-removal instead? Much to think about, once their trip was over.

"We'll think about it and get back to you," Dream reassured them, truly the epitome of diplomacy. Dream locked eyes with Punz; they had a brief conversation with intense staring before Punz broke their gaze, huffy.

"Good to know. Text me instead of Techno, since apparently he'll forget otherwise."

"Phil, don't be so mean." Techno whined. "You're the one who always forgets dates and times."

"Which is why I thought leaving this to you was better," Philza’s wing smacked lightly against Techno's cape. "Especially cause you're texting Dream anyways."

"Wolves and parties have nothing to do with each other-"

Sam stopped listening. A small black pup spun a bit before tucking itself into her chest fur and falling asleep. Fran curled in on herself, focused on making sure the pup was comfortable where it slept. The others either continued to play or wandered off, uninterested.

"Dream." He nudged. Dreams eyes flitted away from the duos bickering and back to Fran. His eyes softened.

"Oh."

There would have to be more dog meetings of course, but Sam hoped- hopedhopedhoped- that this was the puppy for Fran. The one they were looking for.

"You make a friend?" Punz asked warmly. They scratched underneath Fran's jaw, and she pressed her face into their sweatshirt.

Punz was shorter than Sam. Smaller. It would be so easy to curl around them and protect them from the world. But his love preferred being on top, pressing Sam down until he was unable to get away. As if he'd ever try.

He tried to stifle his purrs. It wasn't working. Love flooded through him, and he nuzzled the top of their head.

They were wearing pajamas for once; it was too cold out for anything else. Sam pawed at their pants gently, a little discontent. They were meant to touch, skin to skin contact. The cold had no right to deny him!

Slowly, unable to help himself, he let his hands slip up Punz's shirt, just to feel the expanse of their back. The purr in his throat deepened; every muscle and scar on their back, open to Sam's love.

His hands must have been too cold, though. Unacceptably so. Punz mumbled in their sleep, and the only word he could make out was Sam.

"Punz, please," Sam begged, trying to push back, to keep them inside. It was a fruitless endeavor when his neck was caged by his own trident. Punz hummed idly.

"I think you can wait a little longer."

Sam whined. It was fun watching him squirm. Cute. Punz pressed against his entrance lightly, pouring a bit more of the lube on their cock; they knew Sam liked to feel wet.

"Please," Sam trembled and pushed back a little more, straining against his bondage to try and fill himself. "Punz Punz Punz-"

But if there was any reason to sulk, Sam would definitely have it.

It was his beloved partner's fault. Dream was-! He was being unfair, terrible and awful and evil-

But then Sam immediately recoiled at the word, frantically scrubbing it from the narrative. No, Dream was wrong, but he would never hurt his partner again with such shameful, petty words. Dream was Good, Always.

He was just very wrong, and it was terribly upsetting. Sam was going to loaf on the couch until he stopped fuming about it, which would be never, because he was the most justified person in the entire world, and deserved to be upset on this very comfy couch.

He carefully kept his claws sheathed so he wouldn't wreck said couch. Even if he wanted tear something to shreds. The previous scratching rug had been destroyed a while ago, and replacing it meant leaving the couch.

"Hey, Big Guy."

Sam froze, feeling like a creeper in front of a crossbow. Punz leaned against the doorway and looked over him with a cool gaze.

"I didn't do anything wrong." The words blurted themselves out before he could think. There was an anxiety coursing through him all of a sudden now that there was a jury, the only jury that mattered even. Would he be found in contempt?

"I know," Punz said easily, and Sam nearly felt dizzy from relief. He sagged a little.

"He's mad at me." Sam mumbled. Punz's steps were soundless as they left the doorway to sit next to Sam instead.

"He's... tunnel-visioned right now." Punz settled on after a moment. "He'll think things through once the adrenaline wears off."

Sam made a warbling noise, long and meaningless. Punz reached up to rub his ears, and Sam melted, leaning into them until they were forced to lay back on the couch to hold his upper body. They didn't seem to mind much, calm and almost tired as they cuddled him in the quiet for several minutes.

"You know, I had the same argument with him back when we were still living in our base." Punz said after a moment. Sam's eyes went wide.

"And he's still disorganized?"

Punz should slowly sink down on it and ride Sam into oblivion, obviously feeling good, obviously showing off, petting Sam's face in a way thats a little degrading, a little condescending, because he knows Sam likes having control taken away from him and made to feel like his authority is being undermined

And Punz doesn't have Sam's cock inside him nearly as much as Dream does, so they almost get distracted with how good it feels. Creeper cocks are thick and ridged and made to fill the same way Creepers expand as they explode

Sam whining and wanting so bad to make it good for Punz, to take control back, but also insane about how he's helpless. It doesn't help that Punz looks beautiful from this angle. Handsome and pretty and perfect, all for Sam.

I think Punz holds Sam down and says he's not allowed to cum inside until he says he's Punz's Good Boy.

And it pours out of Sam, along with begging and pleads to be allowed, please, I'm your good boy, I've been good, I wanna- Can I-?

And Punz squeezes around him to make Sam jolt and thrust up, spilling inside them as they praise him for being good.

Sam isn't fully satisfied until they cuddle afterwards though. Punz doesn't get off in favor of laying on top of Sam right then and there, letting his good boy keep him filled. Tells Sam it's a reward for how hard he worked; doesn't Sam deserve to make sure they're bred?

Sam is So Happy. He gets to hold and be held and he's filled Punz up (a rare treat) and he's so, so loved.

Punz presses a kiss to his jaw and murmurs I love you. If Sam was made to let go before he was ready He Would Cry.

Dream: hey guys, I brought home dinner :) are you ready to eat?

Because I have been thinking a Lot about the Rare Not-In-Control Punz who thinks they can totally handle being edged by Sam for an hour. Who pretends to be a mercenary that also deals in sexual favors, a tool for anyone to use.

He's dressed up pretty in his most skin revealing tactical gear and seats himself slowly on Sam's cock, twitching and stifling his moans. Sam is barely breathing, focused on the way he disappears inside their hole, the way their hips finally meet.

And they have snacks and water and plenty of things to do, but Punz can't focus. The head of Sam's cock is brushing right against his prostate and if either of them moves even a fraction Punz will be sent into a trembling fit of pleasure. All he can do is cling to Sam and hope to ground himself. (They feel so, so full.)

Sam keeps pretending to read, pretending to be an uncaring client, but his focus is scattered to hell and back as he holds himself so very still to prevent his hips from twitching up and sending them both over the edge. It takes physical effort not to purr at having Punz so deeply entwined with him. But Sam knows he has to be a Good Boy and not break character, even if he so badly wants to do his duty and snuggle Punz and fuck them and make them feel good.

They last fifty-two minutes. It's impressive, it's longer than Sam and Dream have managed. Sam shifts in his seat to make the position more comfortable and Punz loses it, making a high pitched noise before their hips begin to roll without their permission.

"fuck fuck fuck-" They whimper with every roll, throwing their head back, gripping Sam's shirt so tightly their fingernails dig into his chest. Sam's face is burning as he stares with wide eyes at the man who owns half his heart.

Punz is pretty and vulnerable and trusting Sam to keep him safe, and it's that thought that breaks his control and purrpurrpurr, until Punz can feel the vibrations inside them and cums all over Sam's chest with a jolt and a loud moan.

Sam ends up having to pull them off his cock, because the stimulation is Too Much, and he snuggles them close in their comfy chair and kisses their neck and tries to be Normal but he Can't because he loves his Partner so much.

"Good boy," Punz exhales, lighting up Sam's brain. Sam is Punz's good boy. Did so good, filled Punz up so well. And Punz, once they control their breathing and begin to become aware again, realize that Sam never came, feels his hard cock pressing behind them.

And they offer to take care of him, begin to shuffle off his lap, but Sam shakes his head and holds them in place and insist that no, Sam will handle it, they needed to rest, to be safe in Sam's arms.

And Punz grumbles in protest but let's Sam handle things for once, and Sam glows at the level of trust he's being given. Partner Would Not Regret Placing Faith In Sam.

(Dream finds them in bed later, all cleaned up and fast asleep. Sam is back in creeper form, wrapped around Punz as much as he can manage, because Punz is half sprawled on top of him with their face smushed into his shoulder. Dream commits the sight to memory before shutting the door quietly. His boys.)

-

Good afternoon I need Sam to want Punz's approval with every fibre of his being and the high that he gets when he Earns It is something he basks in for days, even past when they're together for years upon years and Punz kisses him good morning and trusts him fully.

He is Trusted And Loved but hearing it is still so wonderful and he is mentally ill and full of kink

And Sam is supposed to be the Client, the one in control in their scene but his entire focus isn't on his pleasure it's on being so, so happy that Punz would even trust him enough to give him the power to order him around (and Sam can't even make a show of ordering him. He's too happy. Everything is too wonderful. He might cry. He loves Punz Forever.)

Listen To Me

It's how Punz in the very beginning couldn't trust Sam with any power and now he Does and Sam doesn't even long for that power anymore he just wants to be Punz's

It's how Sam abused his power but now He Would Never

It's about how for so long Punz looked at him with anger, would never apologize for anything because they couldn't trust, they couldn't, but now they rest against Sam while he finishes himself off and murmur about how they love him and Sam thinks they hang the moon, the same way he thinks Dream hangs the stars

I think they should shower and Sam can't help but finger Punz a little after, hearing their breath hitch and nuzzle them until Punz is pulling them down to for a chaste kiss, Hi Big Guy, letting Sam pamper them when he cleans them up and washes their hair. And Punz let's Sam touch their back, tilts their neck back to expose their neck, trusts him with their vulnerability fully

And he doesn't exactly say "it's a date" at first. He wants to meet up he says, and Sam arrives, asking where Dream is, instinctively anxious because if Dream isn't with Sam or Punz then someone could have taken him again-

"He's spending time with Sapnap. I wanted to be with you, today."

And Sam instantly blushes cyan, eyes big and surprise-happy.

Punz planned ahead so Sam wouldn't worry about leaving Dream out, made sure they had a bunch of places nearby to go, set up a little date that didn't require Sam overthinking fancy things or thought, and Sam loves him so much, he's floating on air.

They don't have sex that day. Walking around everywhere is exhausting and they felt good like that, spending time with each other. Sam gets excited about candy at a booth and makes Punz try it with him. Punz gets them matching flowers for their hair (because he put one in Sam's hair and Sam Insisted Punz wear one too so they were the same, connected.)

But next week during the three's Weekly Sessions Sam melts into Punz's hello kiss, and Punz asks Dream if he could hold Sam down while Punz has some fun with him.

("Punz loves me," Sam whispers excitedly to Dream as they all cuddle in bed. Dream smiles fondly as he pets his hair.