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alteriivik · 7 days

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u said u needed reqs so....

guy who doesn't take nthn seriously and is ALLLL bold confidence and jokes ACTUALLY being the worlds most blushed, whimpy sub EVER™️ when confronted by m!reader

JUST A LITTLE JOKE | RAMBLES

a/n: yummy yummy, im eating this for dinner. i also may be hyperfixating over minho from maze runners.

warnings: sexual content!! public sex, fingering, handjob, degredation

blushy, whimpy sub known to be the jokester—always fooling around, always up to something, always causing a ruckus. Someone who can NEVER take anything seriously. Being scolded? looking at his friends and stifling his snickers, having an emotional moment? says a joke out loud, presenting his group’s work? jumbling up his words and laughing.

blushy, whimpy sub who seriously can’t keep his mouth shut. Like seriously, he says the most out-of-pocket things, yet somehow, that still entertains everyone. His voice is also noticeably loud, but even when he whispers, he’s just talking in a slightly lower voice. However, no one can complain about it because, in the end, he always finds a way for them to smile.

blushy, whimpy sub who’s causing a big stir at the back of the class during lunchtime. Then the topic turned to you, the calm and quiet kid almost everyone in the class admired—and he wasn’t better than them. When the topic of you was brought up, and everyone agreed that you were boyfriend material, he started joking about things. Things that may or may not have gone too far as he wanted the attention to stray away from you. Not so nice things.

blushy, whimpy sub who was pinned to the wall behind the bleachers. Sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to explain that he was only joking and that he didn’t mean all that stuff, nervously fiddling with his jacket’s sleeve. He looked everywhere but you, having trouble making eye contact with you. And then you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. A small whimper was heard; God, he was so embarrassed.

blushy, whimpy sub who tried his best to play it off. He tried his best to ignore what happened between you and him days ago, yet even as he causes a stir, even when he talks to those around him, and even when he sleeps, he can’t help but think about what happened. He swears to God that he feels like pulling his hair out. He groans out loud whenever he remembers, faces turning red and him covering his face again for the one-hundredth time.

blushy, whimpy sub who’s yet again confronted by you, this time about avoiding you—in a secluded alleyway after being dragged out of a nightclub. While he avoided you, the tension between you two grew, and, of course, your classmates noticed. The said classmates always find a way for the two of you to be together, whether paired assignments or presentations—it’s been a couple of weeks like that, and he’s also gone insane because of it. He KNEW this was going to happen sooner or later.

blushy, whimpy sub who got hard as soon as you started touching him. His face was already flushing with red from the proximity to you. And when your lips feverishly kissed his, saliva being exchanged as your tongue invaded his mouth, he felt himself growing, warming inside. Your hands traced and groped his sides, the goosebumps forming from your actions. He clung to you tightly, his hands shaky, and yet he had a vice grip on you while you pressed him harder against the wall. He can feel moans forming at the back of his throat, but you always swallowed it.

blushy, whimpy sub whose knees felt like buckling. Muffled whimpers and whines dragged out of his mouth. His eyes were hazily looking at how you pump his dick, your thumb pushing against his tip before your hand goes down to the base and slowly drags up. He shivers at the coldness of the air surrounding you two, his breaths shaky and uneven. He jolts at the feeling of your nail dragging against his dick, eliciting a pretty moan from his mouth. You just started playing with him, but he’s already putty around your hands.

blushy, whimpy sub that, just like his usual self, is loud. Two of your fingers were deep inside his hole, sliding in and out smoothly from the slick he provided with his cum. You press your hand against his mouth again, degrading him about how much of a slut he was for doing this outside. Your hush whispers of degrading words played a part in making his mind go fuzzier, his face growing warmer. His mind was fogged up; he could only muffle out tiny pleas and whines for you. He could barely think of anything else, just focusing on your voice as you add another digit in him. Fucking him deep with just your fingers and making him cum with the degrading words that seep through.

blushy, whimpy sub who has his underwear in his mouth, yet it still didn’t stop him from being loud. His eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing in particular—they rolled back through from a harsh thrust. His face pressed against the cold, rough brick walls, yet the brick’s surface only made him grow harder. He felt your hands gripping tightly on his hips, using them as leverage to thrust into him. His hardened nipples grazed against the rough surface from every thrust. He felt so warm, so fuzzy and warm, he could only imagine how good this felt.

blushy, whimpy sub who wakes up beside you. In your room, alone with you and naked with each other. You surprisingly greet him with a good morning kiss, gently caressing his hips as you press soft kisses on his hickey-littered neck. He lets out a soft whimper from your behavior, slightly confused about how he got here. He felt himself growing warm again, blushing both in embarrassment and in desire—letting out a groan before straddling you and going at it again.

You two might’ve forgotten that there was school that day but who cares at that point?

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)

Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader

Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow

Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.

Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.

Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.

Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.

“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.

His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.

“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.

Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.

So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”

A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”

And you’re so so close yet so far away.

He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“

“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.

“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.

There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”

“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.

With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.

Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.

“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”

This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.

It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.

Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”

By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack

“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.

Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.

“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.

It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.

“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.

“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.

Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.

“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”

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melonn-soda · 4 months

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❝ PERSONAL STREAM (A Little Too Personal..) ❞

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warnings: subbot! cis male reader, domtop! cis male kamo choso, camboy! choso, slight dumbification?, praise kink, reader referred to as a size queen (term is used for a man), mention of edging (choso), mentions/descriptions of manhandling

prompt: congratulations! you just won a solo fan call with your favorite camboy! hope you have fun watching him getting off to you being just the goodest boy ever :)

notes: a gift for and and idea from @sooniebby I jus made it into a choso fic. I've been holding it off for a while now, I think. this isn't as good as had wanted it to be but it's fine regardless. not beta read, sorry not sorry

fem aligned dni

you can’t believe it.

you actually can’t believe what you’re reading right now.

in your email inbox, something you barely ever check unless needed to, had a message from the user of a porn website (not your proudest moment) that you signed up on just to watch his videos, telling you that you won this month’s drawing. you had to stand up, walk around, eat breakfast, and come back to your computer to see if it was still there. if it was still real. you swore you’ve never felt so excited yet so scared in your life.

to know that, somehow, you won that solo fan call, to know that he’ll be jerking off for you, to know that no one else can see him but you, talking to you, and- shit. you were getting hard. you looked back at your computer screen. the email is still there. you’re not crazy. you feel like you are though.

the roll of the cheap gaming chair you bought from amazon sounded muffled in your ears as you backed away from your computer, getting up to get ready for the day with that email still lingering like an itch on your scalp that you can’t seem to satisfy. you need to get to work.

your co-workers noticed the blank stare in your eyes as you slipped on your chef coat and pants, hands on autopilot as you tucked hair into your hat and tied the apron around your waist. it smelled of fresh detergent since they just washed your uniform. your friend had to even point out that you cut your finger when dicing onions because you were too out of it to even notice. or was it that working in the food industry made your fingers numb to the sensation since it happens so many times? ... huh.

when you got back home, you opened up the email again. it’s still there. it’s still real. did you want it to be fake? part of you says yes but the majority of you hoped not. i mean, you’ve been following this guy for.. what, months now? lord knows how much money you’ve sent to him. he wants to start the call at 7pm on discord.

you thought he might use something else other than that app but he was probably just using an alternative account and he most likely changes his user after every raffle. if you were him, you would do the same thing.

...

you should probably take a shower.

it was 6:40 and your hair was still damp with water, towel resting on your shoulders to catch any stray droplets from getting your shirt wet. you kind of wanted to back out. the fear of being one to one with the camboy you’ve been fantasizing about for a long while now was scaring you a bit.

fingers fidgeting with the paper stars littering your desk and your foot rapidly tapping against the floor, you watched the seconds go by on your desktop. your dominant hand reaches for your mouse and highlights his username to copy it and paste it onto the add user section, sending the friend request to see that he accepts it not even 2 minutes later. ...was he getting ready?

your webcam was sitting on your desk, not properly hooked onto the top of your computer. it was plugged in but you hardly ever use it so it just sits where it is. should you set it up? ..no, you didn’t feel like it. your mic was completely ready though, as always. you and your friends would always play together on call, so it was your most used piece of equipment.

4 minutes.

your stomach twisted in anxiety.

choso sighed as he applied lotion all over his torso, all too used to the way he prepared everything during streams and bonus videos locked behind an even bigger paywall. this sidegig he was doing felt like a chore sometimes but money was money, and by god did this account make him a lot of it.

lots of women flocked to his account, entranced by the way his voice stuttered whenever he close, his hips that instinctively jerked because his hand wasn’t able to move any faster, and the whimpers that teared into the mic when he came all over his hands and milked himself for all that he’s worth. they mostly talked about how perfect his dick looked but that was an average comment in his chat.

he saw the friend request notification pop up on his computer and figured he’d at least get his cock hard before the call even started. he put on some random porno in the background, stroking himself with little care and when he got half-hard, he figured that would’ve been enough. he accepted the friend request and close the tab with the video playing, looking over to see that he had 4 minutes until he would start the call.

fingers moving expertisley across the keyboard, he made sure to tell you that the first 30 minutes of this session was free, any longer and you would have to start paying up. you replied with a very short, “got it.” and left it at that. you seemed to type out something more before it quickly went away, causing choso to raise an eyebrow. were you scared?

35 seconds.

choso was getting tired of waiting, so he began the call. unbeknownst to him, you freaked out when you heard the ringtone rumble through your speakers, hesitating to accept the call. in the end, you did anyway because you didn’t have to pay for this private session for 30 whole minutes.

the half-curse’s hand went back to his dick, stroking it with barely any passion behind his movements. however, he wasn’t expecting to see the face of the winner from the drawing within 5 minutes of the call, teeth biting into his fist as his other hand’s fingers worked himself open. choso swore he was no longer half-hard, dick twitching to life in his hands, pre already leaking from the tip of his cock.

he was used to mostly knowing that women were behind the screen and heavily suspected that you might’ve been one- but fuck, to know that another man was getting off to his voice, his cock, drove him wild.

maybe he’ll get rid of that 30 minute rule.

you didn’t mean to turn your webcam on.

you could feel your stomach sink when you could see yourself on full display for the camboy in the discord call. it was too late to turn it off now. whatever. you only live once.

“aren’t you just the cutest?” you aren’t sure why you flinched but the way his voice carried those words certainly got you feeling things, “how about you turn your mic on too, yeah? wanna hear your pretty voice.”

shakily, the hand you were biting on reaches for your mouse and you click unmute. your fingers that were inside you accidentally pressed against your prostate, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. you don’t want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors... again. the first time having to explain that to an officer was embarrassing enough.

“good boy,” he grunts into the mic, bucking his hips up with a loud smack coming from his end of the call, “jus’ the sweetest little thing, aren’t ya? betcha’d be just absolutely adorable if i were to fuck you stupid. it hasn’t even been 15 minutes and you’re drooling all over your pretty fingers.”

you didn’t even notice that you’ve been panting so much that spit began to run down your chin, too absorbed in the way the camboy’s dick spilled even more pre over his massive hands. fuck, just how strong could he be? could he manhandle you? yank your head back using your hair as a handle while blowing your back out? shove you down on his cock because you simply weren’t riding him fast enough?

“you got a dildo on you, baby?” he asks you, his hand slowing down to a stop. his words pulled you out of your abundance of fantasies to shift your focus back into reality, vision a little blurry from the tears resting on your eyelids.

you managed to fumble out a small, “mhmm..” just loud enough for him to hear and he tells you to grab it. in a slight daze, you reach into one of your many desk drawers to pull out the toy that sat in its box, already cleaned from its prior use.

“do a favor for me, yeah? put it in nice and slow, imagine it’s my cock stuffing you full. how big ‘s your toy? five- six inches?” he sure likes to ask a lot of stuff, you notice.

“‘s seven..” you mutter, wincing when you push the toy inside your hole, stretching you full and your mind goes numb.

he chuckles, deep and breathy and shit- “so you’re a size queen? that’s what they call it, right?” he starts pumping his fist around his cock again, albeit slower than before. you would take a bet that he was edging himself, “that’s it. such a good boy f’me.”

legs quaking in place, you managed to get it all inside you. sitting on it was much harder on your chair than you anticipated, the current position you were holding getting uncomfortable. cautiously, you lifted your hips, wrapping your hand around your own dick and giving it a few strokes while breathy moans left your lips, slamming yourself back down on the dildo. your eyes widened in surprise as the tip of it pressed against your prostate, a loud whimper echoing throughout your room.

“fuck-! you’re so cute, mmph- k-keep going, baby. i’m getting close- ah!” you could see that his hand was moving much faster than when you last looked up at your camera, quick breaths and filthy pleas paired with the desperate thrusts of his hips.

stumbled cries left your lips when you began to keep up with his pace, fingers getting sticky with pre as you continue to stimulate yourself. through blurred tears, you could see his hips rut one last time before a stifled moan left his throat and his fist was coated with his cum, dripping onto his pants.

he winces at the overstimulation from just shifting his hand to let go of his softening cock, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up while watching you bounce up and down your toy. you could even say he was jealous. even so, he could tell you were pathetically chasing your own orgasm, breathy sighs escaping from the confines of your lips. eyes closed in slight shame yet concentration, your thumb came up to the tip of your dick and rubbed, causing a yelp to slip through and your eyes opened once more.

however, you weren’t expecting to see the gorgeous face behind the creator of all those inappropriate streams you’ve watched the second your hips slammed back down on the dildo.

“[name]..”

ropes of your own release spilling out of your dick, it finally registered in your head that the camboy was willingly letting you see this. your thighs quaked not only in nervousness but also in fear that you might get a boner again just from how handsome he was. his face was pale although dusted with a bright hue of red covering his cheeks, eyebags signaling a lack of sleep, he had some sort of black line going over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, and slightly messy black hair tied up into short ponytails. if he wasn't attractive to anyone, he was at least attractive to you.

his pretty and slightly plump lips opened to speak once more, “do you.. wanna meet up in person..?”

“h-huh...?”

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l1tw1ck · 3 months

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stumbling into a cave coincidentally on the day the local beast is in heat...

top male reader x bottom male monster

cw: size difference, first time bottoming, breeding kink

The beast's saliva drips down onto your body in globs, it's strong hands holding you down onto the cool cave floor. It ruts against you, frotting against your cock desperately. Obviously this beast thinks it's going to fuck and breed you but you don't have any intentions of letting that happen. You've dealt with monsters before, ones bigger and stronger than this one. You can overpower it easily and you'll do just that.

The beast whimpers as your positions are reversed, his world being opened up to a new perspective as he soon finds out he doesn't have to be the one on top. He howls in pleasure as your fingers skillfully stretch open his ass. It's just your fingers inside him and he's already losing it. To think it was blind to such pleasure all this time, it makes it so much more eager to take your cock. He's so much bigger than you, he could crush you at any moment and yet here he is. Completely subdued. At your mercy and begging for more. Turns out that this big, scary, and powerful monster is really just a slut.

A great beast like this should never be in a position like this, with it's legs high in the air and it's monstrous cock flopping uselessly against it's stomach, but there's no way it can bother to uphold that principle now. Not when your cock is making him feel so fucking good. He should be ashamed for letting such a small human do this but he's not. How could he when you're giving him so much pleasure? Maybe it's the elders who are wrong, clearly this monster was meant to be bred like the good little whore he is.

He won't get pregnant but he's more than happy to be fucked like he will

#wicks🕯shorts #top male reader #male reader #tw monsterfucking #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character #oc x male reader #male reader smut

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servicpop · 2 months

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NOW STARRING : deliquent (almost) bf (Adrien) x good student reader

「ㅤNSFWㅤ」ㅤAdrien gets a bit lonely and pulls reader under the staircase during break!

✙ warnings — semi-public sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, reader isn't 100% submissive, dirty talk / like 2 sentences of degradation and praise / not actually dating / slight internalised homophobia / mentions of bisexual Adrien

notes ,, first smut, hope I did well -> part 1 | not proofread!

"Fuck— keep quiet alright?"

When Adrien left a cryptic text message saying to meet underneath the staircase, you at first thought you had done something wrong and he was going to beat you up for whatever you did. But, turns out — it was a really silly reason — that Adrien saw this couple making out underneath the tree they had and he wanted to experience something like that with you. Obviously because friends help friends right?

Underneath the staircase was quite dim and almost eerie. It wasn't as romantic as kissing underneath a cherry blossom tree but when have you two ever been the cheesy romantic type? When you arrived, he pulled you in close, wrapping his arms around you like he had been reunited with his long lost lover — which wasn't too far off since he truly believed that you two dated in a previous life. When he hugged you, you tried to act nonchalant, you tried to ignore the warmth that his chest gave off or how safe you felt in his stupdily built arms. Friends aren't supposed to feel like this to eachother, especially if both parties are men!

"Did you call me over just to hug?" You chuckled softly, fighting every bone in your body to not hug him back. You gotta be strong, you can't fall for a deliquent bad boy, it's too cliché.

"I called you over to fuck."

"Wait, what?"

You felt Adrien's hand grip the back of your head, pulling your hair hard enough to tilt your chin up but not hard enough to hurt (he can't be hurting his precious boy). His chapped lips met yours, it was obvious that he didn't take very good care of his lips but that didn't matter, you'd help him out later. The kiss was rough and almost experimental as if Adrien had never kissed another in his life — which was wrong seeing how he's had multiple girlfriends in the past — he seemed almost hesitant, unsure.

Fuck it. Just this once you'd give in to Adrien, but that doesn't mean you were dating him!

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you prod your tongue against his lips, you figured you would demonstrate how to kiss properly to him, he was a hands on learner after all. His eyes widened slightly and his hands dropped to your waist, supporting your balance as he hesitantly opened his mouth, letting your tongue explore. It was weird because usually he'd be the one always taking control but your occasional leading was a breath of fresh air.

After awhile he pulled away with a smirk, "I got it," he replied before picking you up and forcing you to rely on him for stability. A small squeak left your throat as you were hoisted up in the air and pressed against the wall, your legs instinctively wrapped around Adrien's waist. He kissed you again except this time he took dominance, roughly exploring your mouth, poking and prodding at anything he could find. He was so rough that you hadn't noticed his belt come off until the metal clinked on the ground, then you realised what was poking at your ass.

Shit, he was big. Not necessarily in length but girth and thickness, it was practically the perfect all-rounder.

"Wait— Adrien, condom?" You stuttered, the fear finally settling in now. Its not like you were a virgin, just that you've never had someone like... Adrien. His eyes met yours in slight disappointment but he didn't want to go too far on his first time with you, plus, he wasn't even dating you so why would he go so far? Shaking off his thoughts he nodded, rummaging in his pocket for one while keeping you pressed against the cold wall.

"Jerk me off first? The latex gets uncomfortable to put on," He put on a fake pout, letting you stand as he held his throbbing cock out for you to see. You huffed, he was definitely lying but you'd humour him. Just for today.

You reached down, your warm palm engulfing his tip and he let out a low grown in response. Your thumb rubbed against his slit and a smile cracked onto your face when you saw the pre-cum leaking out already. His forearms caged you in as his head hung low, you could see his eyebrows furrowing and the way his face contorted in pleasure. Adrien's hips grinded up into your fist, matching your rhythm as you stroked his cock, gripping tighter at the base before swirling your thumb on his tip. It was almost like you were massaging his climax out.

"S-shit how are you so good with your hands," He sucked in air between his teeth as he hissed, groans and low moans slipped out of his mouth like water. Eager hips bucked up into your fist, chasing his release. "Close, fuck—" He cursed under his breath, his hips almost slamming into your hand, his body trembed as he was so close. His eyes flew open as he looked down to see your thumb covering his urethral opening, denying him of an orgasm, "Wh–?"

"That's enough isn't it? It should slip on easily now," You grinned, taking the condom from his hand and ripping it open with your fingers, rolling the rubber over his now overly sensitive dick. He stared in disbelief, you just... denied him? Him? Oh you were getting it now.

"You little pervert," Adrien chuckled darkly as he whipped you around, pressing your chest against the wall and holding your arms behind your back. It wasn't the most comfortable position ever but your uncomfort was interrupted when he pulled your pants down with your boxers. It was embarassing to say the least, showing off your ass like this to another guy, you were glad you had to face the wall, otherwise you might’ve crumbled from embarrassment if you saw how hungry Adrien looked.

He was teasing you. Edging you. Slipping his cock along your entrance but never actually pushing in. You were dying of anticipation because from your position, it was hard to see anything other than the walls. A surprised and embarrassingly loud moan slipped out and you'd cover your mouth if it wasn't for Adrien's hand binding your wrists together. Adrien had slammed his hips into you, his cock buried deep inside you. No warning no nothing, he was truly cruel. One hand was gripping your hip while the other hand let go of your wrists, you were finally able to stabilise yourself against the wall but long fingers thrusted their way into your mouth. Well this was new.

You gagged slightly around his fingers as you tried to say something about it but your words were blocked by Adrien's middle and ring finger. His hips also began to pick up speed, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in. You were kind of thankful for his thick fingers blocking and muffling your moans or else people were sure to catch you two fucking like bunnies underneath the staircase.

He leaned down so that his chest was flush against your back and the hand that was gripping your hip turned into his arm linking around your waist as he held you close. Adrien's breath fanned your ear before he spoke, "You know those– puppy bandages you gave me yesterday?" His question was broken from panting and groans as he kept thrusting. "Where did you buy them? I– fuck– want them," Adrien chuckled.

You would answer if you didn't have two fingers stuffed in your throat. "You know... good boys don't gatekeep, you don't wanna be good for me?" Fuck. You were never the one for praise but that? That made you cum on the spot. Your knees gave out as your poor cock spurted out white but Adrien was already keeping you up right. He laughed, his gravelly laugh travelled straight through your ears and to your cock. He smiled against your shoulder, almost like he was hugging you from behind, he quickly came after you. Shame that it wasn't inside you but it would do for now.

You both panted, and he took this opportunity of vulnerability from you to sink his teeth into your skin, eliciting a small gasp from you, "What the fuck Adrien?" The bell rung, indicating that break was over and you whined, fixing your uniform before pulling your boxers and your pants up, wincing from the weird sticky feeling from not cleaning up. Adrien was already dressed and he waved you off, quickly running off to a spot where he could skip the next few classes with his friends. You'd have to fix yourself up in the bathroom later.

BONUS

"Did you seriously cum from my praise?

"No, it's just a normal reaction."

"Who's a good boy?"

"Fuck you..."

"Nope! Never letting you top."

"I didn't mean it like that!"

♡

notes ,, the smut wasn't as detailed as I wanted it to be but I get fics done in like a day so I didn't want it to be so long, anyways! That's adrien, I'll be working on a fic for my next oc "

#bottom male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #top character #oc x male reader #male reader #male x reader #male x male #mlm #semi public sex #oc x reader #servicpop — fics/drabbles

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blitzyn · 8 months

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stop moving

re4r leon s. kennedy x m!reader

request: none

synopsis: After finding yourself stuck in a closet with Leon, you end up squirming just a little too much.

a/n -> i have fallen victim to the leon lover rabbit hole. ALSO. I FUCKING FRACTURED MY FINGER??? guys i almost cried when i had to write the word balls. </3 but thank you all for 1k followers! tbh i only started this acc because i liked the font when i wrote something in my drafts lmao. but still! it means a lot to me and im happy to have gotten this far!

wc -> 2.5k

cw -> thigh fucking, hiding in a closet, spit as lube, handjob (r receiving), pet names (baby x2, sweetheart x1), he's kinda possessive tbh, not beta read

This was supposed to be relatively simple: get in, figure out where the president's daughter was, save her, then get out. Sure, you've seen your fair share of weird shit — especially after the outbreak in Raccoon City, but finding out that there was a whole religion dedicated to spreading a plague for the sake of taking over the world definitely takes the cake. For now, at least.

But finding yourself cramped in a closet with Leon, surrounded by a horde of hostile cultists, also wasn't something you expected to happen throughout the entire mission.

"Stop moving so much," Leon quietly muttered from behind you just as you shifted.

"I'm not," you huffed, a bit annoyed that you had to hide in this stuffy closet, even if you knew that you'd probably be dead by now if it weren't for your partner's quick thinking. Against his words, you adjusted yourself again, trying to find a decently comfortable position. Suddenly, you felt his hands on your hips and the warmth of his chest pressed to your back as he pulled you flush against him.

"I said, stop moving," he repeated, whispering in your ear. You held back a shudder at the feeling of his breath ghosting over the shell of it, stilling completely in surprise. Just then, thunderous footsteps could be heard outside the closet; slowly, listening for any sound that might reveal where the two of you hid.

You tensed and instinctively backed up to further yourself from the perpetrator, even if there wasn't much room to move to begin with. You could faintly hear Leon grunt from behind you, but you were in no position to apologize at the moment. Your eyes were glued to a crack in the old, wooden door, watching as the light shifted when the person passed by.

You waited with bated breath, hoping that it wouldn't come near. But, like some cliche horror movie, you could see the light at the bottom of the door disappear, meaning it was far too close for comfort. With every second the person stood there, the tighter Leon's hold on your hips became. The two of you went so silent your ears rang, and you were briefly afraid that it'd hear the sound of your racing heartbeat.

But after what felt like an eternity, its heavy footsteps started up again and away from the closet. You heaved a sigh of relief when the front door slammed shut, rendering the building empty once more.

"Fucking hell, sorry," you mumbled, trying to shuffle forward and give Leon his space when you realized that he hadn't let go of you yet. "You okay?"

Using the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the door, you lifted your arms a bit and curiously peered at his hands. But that's when you noticed the black lines covering his arms. Upon closer inspection, you quickly realized that they were his veins.

"Christ, Leon, what—"

"Be quiet. Just—just for a second."

You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his arms, waiting in silence. You focused on the sound of his labored breaths, biting your tongue to keep yourself from questioning him even further. Your mind couldn't help the invasion of 'What happened?' and 'What is that?' that threatened to spill from your lips. How did you not notice this earlier?!

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt him rest his forehead on your shoulder, muttering and grunting under his breath. And that's when you felt it — the reason why he was so reluctant to move just yet: he was hard.

"Oh." You couldn't help it, even if he had already told you to shut your mouth twice already. The silence from then on was painfully awkward as the two of you tried to figure out what to say. With a deep breath, you miraculously found the courage to speak up.

"Do you... Can I help you?" You offered, remaining still to keep yourself from accidentally pressing yourself up against him again. It was silent while you waited for his reply, embarrassment wriggling its way through your chest the longer the two of you kept quiet.

"I mean, you don't have to accept, you can just ignore me—" you began to ramble on, mortified that you even asked the question. "I just thought, cause, like, it'll be hard for you to—shit, I didn't mean it like that—"

"[Name]," Leon interrupted you, finding your instant silence charming in its own way. You could hear him take a deep breath in just as his hands slid further up to firmly caress your waist and abdomen. Electricity shot down your spine and pooled in your gut when he tugged you closer to him, grinding himself against your ass. "You can."

He reached for your hand and brought it behind you, placing it directly onto his cock. You gave it a tentative squeeze, savoring the quiet grunt that came from him, feeling your confidence grow by the second. You heard the gentle jingling of his belt as he undid it just enough for you to dip your hand underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers.

"Not wasting a second, huh?" Amusement and lust were laced in his voice as he spoke, a quiet moan spilling from his lips soon after.

He was hot and thick in your hand, throbbing rhythmically. You swiped a finger over the tip that beaded precum, savoring the shudder that came from his body. His hips trusted up into your fist, seeking more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a steady pace, you moved your hand up and down, tracing the prominent veins. You felt your own cock twitch at the sound of Leon's breathy groans and sighs, but you ignored it in favor of getting him off.

"Fuuckk," he drawled out, leaning forward to press his lips on the side of your neck. "You're good at this. Makes me think you've done this typa thing before."

"No," you responded, gently rubbing the spot on the underside of the tip. "You're the only one."

"I get the special treatment?" He muttered teasingly, his breath hot against your skin. "Must be my lucky day."

He could feel his body buzzing with adrenaline as he peppered open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, untucking your shirt to slide a hand up your torso to pinch and toy with a nipple. His free hand traveled lower, slipping his cold fingertips underneath the waistband of your pants, but refused to go further than that.

You could feel his lips curl in a subtle smirk, but even as you realized he was teasing you, testing your patience, you had no intention to retaliate. Christ. The hold this man had on you. It was downright pathetic.

"God," he started, pressing his palm flat on your chest to bring you closer to him—eager for more of your touch. He let his teeth gently scrape against your skin, threatening to bite—to mark you, but he forced himself not to. He couldn't. Not right now. "I want to fuck you so bad."

His words were breathless, borderline desperate, as they left his lips. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into your fist, pushing and pushing until your hand was flush against your ass, keeping you from jerking him off as he rutted against your hand.

"We can't, Leon," you muttered, disappointment lacing your voice. As much as you'd love to have him inside you, fucking you deep, you knew you couldn't. Not when the Ganados were still outside, at least. "Just let me finish you off."

Leon let out a low growl, knowing that you were right. There were a lot of things the two of you couldn't do inside the confined space of the closet, forcing him to conjure up ideas of what he wanted to do when all of this was over.

But for now, he settled on the second best option: your thighs.

"I know," he murmured, breathing in deeply as he pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock. "Then let me fuck your thighs. I'll be quick, I promise."

You mulled over his words, unsure if it would be a good idea.

"Please, baby," he pleaded, his voice heavy with lust. "Just this once. Then, when we find Ashley and get the hell outta this place, I'll make sure to fuck you properly. Nice 'n hard 'n deep. Wouldn't you like that?"

Fuck it.

"Mhm, yeah, go ahead." You relented, knees weakening at the thought of having his thick cock inside you, stretching and filling you up perfectly.

"Atta boy," he buried his thumbs underneath your pants and boxers, pulling them down to let them drop to your ankles. "Knew you'd come around."

He groaned at the sight of your bare thighs and drooling cock, running his hands along the curve of your ass to lean back and spread it, focusing his gaze on your asshole. "Fuck," he hissed. "Can't wait to feel your tight little hole around me later. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make you mine."

Arousal sank in your stomach like a rock as your hole clenched around nothing. Whatever's coursing through his veins made him more impulsive, more desperate, but with the fog that clouded your thoughts, you hardly found it in you to mind.

He spat on his cock and moved a hand away from your body to briefly jerk himself off and smear the saliva around.

"Open up, baby," he instructed as soon as he was done, raising his hand to caress your hip. "Spread your legs a little."

Like a trained puppy, you obeyed, widening your thighs just enough to let him guide his hard cock in between them. Your breath hitched at the sight of the head peeking out, squeezing your legs around him just a bit tighter.

"Jesus fuck, [Name]," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Through the hazy mess that was in your mind, you found comfort in the warmth and firmness of them as you placed your hands on his forearms for some sort of stability. "That's it. Squeeze me just like that."

You could feel every twitch and throb, and you were sure he could feel yours, too. It felt like your senses were on overdrive as you listened to your labored breaths, his pleased sighs and grunts, and the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs. He set a leisurely pace, rocking his hips back and forth.

"Shit..." He hissed, speeding up his thrusts as his dick rubbed against your balls, smearing his makeshift lube across your skin.

His hips met yours with quiet slaps, making sure to keep the noise level at a minimum despite the overwhelming urge to just bury himself inside you right then and there. He mouthed at the nape of your neck, tasting the salt of your skin, gently pressing his teeth down hard enough to send sparks down your spine.

His fingertips pressed into your sides so firmly it hurt, but it only served to mix in with the desire that burned brightly in your belly. He fucked your thighs with a sense of urgency, as if trying to satiate a hunger deep within his subconscious—not that you minded.

He grunted and groaned with every thrust, tightening his arms around your waist to tug you back to him whenever your hips jolted forward. It was intoxicating; the way he so effortlessly turned your body into a sensitive mess left you wanting more.

But as soon as a strong hand wrapped around your aching cock, you nearly came on the spot. One of your hands left Leon's forearm to slap it over your mouth as you tried to keep yourself from moaning too loud.

He breathily chuckled beside your ear. "Is this what you wanted?" He rhetorically questioned, swiping a finger over the leaking head so perfectly it left your skin tingling. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Ohh, fuck," you hissed. It was embarrassing how you so eagerly responded to his touch. "Yeah, th-that's it...!"

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of his slick cock moving in and out from between your thighs. Your lips parted from behind your hand to let out quiet pants and moans, digging your nails into his forearm the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Oh god, Leon—!" You moaned, pressing yourself further against his back. You could feel your legs faltering, but he didn't seem to mind having you rely on him to stand up.

"I know, baby, I know," he muttered, his voice tight and strained as his thrusts gradually grew sloppy and weak. "Me too."

His cock pulsed and twitched, and he can't help himself from clamping his teeth over the side of your neck this time. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it left a noticeable bite mark that dully ached.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he instructed, and you had no choice but to comply.

With a muffled moan, you arched your back and finally came as ropes of your semen coated the dusty wooden floor and Leon's fingers. He stroked you until he was sure that you were spent before letting go to chase after his own release.

"Shit," he cursed, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum so... so fucking hard...!"

With a strained groan, his hips jerked erratically as he came, holding you tight enough to leave bruises. You gently rub your thighs together, helping him ride out his high. It wasn't until a few moments later did he finally stop, breathing hard against your neck as he calmed down. But that's also when the clarity kicked in.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, moving his head from you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—I just—" he apologized, sighing in defeat a moment later.

"It's fine," you replied, patting his arm. You had to suppress a shudder when he pulled away from your thighs. The cum that ended up on the insides of them quickly cooled, leaving an uncomfortable sensation on your skin. You were just gonna have to suck it up.

"Let's just get outta here, already." You shuffled forward a bit to tug your pants back up your legs while Leon composed himself.

"Yeah," he said, pressing an arm against the dusty, wooden door. Through the dim light, you could see that his veins were no longer visible again, but that thought was going to have to hold off until later. "You ready?"

"Yup." You nodded after briefly making sure you still had everything in place.

Without further thought about what happened just a few seconds ago, Leon pushed the door open and quickly left the closet as you trailed close behind. Now, it was back to work.

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agoofyannoyancetolaw · 4 months

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Christmas gift

a/n: more delicious graves for y’all because I personally believe he’s a 5’9 brat who should be my husband instead

minors DNI

"Fuck! Darling that's too damn big, you’re splitting me open every damn chance you get" graves whined as he felt you pull down his boxers for what must been the fifteenth time today. But he was on holiday break, and you had missed him while was gone on missions.

"You’re only half way on, graves" you hum as you thrust into him with ease, your previous rounds making the slide in very easy. His aching member laying against the kitchen table where he was making cookies till you interrupted.

"Please, please darlin" the words fell out of his pretty lips like a praise more then a title, his eyes shut tight and his hips desperately trying to match your fast thrusts as you bucked into him

"Oh god! Love, slow down!" he cried as he felt the burning sensation of cumming dry from the hours you two had spent, bending him over every surface in the house until his gummy walls were carved in the shape of your length. His vision cloudy and his breath uneven as his grip slipped from the table an onto your shoulders as you bullied his prostate and over-sensitive nerves.

graves had teased you about his Christmas gift last night being himself, and god did you take it seriously. He could feel the lingering burns of your hickeys and kisses along every inch of his skin and his hole fluttering around you oh so prettily. You were addicted to even the sight of his pretty hips flush against yours.

His jaw went slack and fell open, pretty moans and whimpers and broken begs falling out loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. Not that he minded, of course. The frosting he had made for the cookies now stained on his shirt which used to be yours. Maybe he wouldn’t come home next Christmas just to be a brat. And just to know you’d do even worse then. You’d probably pull you by the scruff of his neck from his base in front of his men and drag him home like the good husband you are

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alhaithamtit · 2 months

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cw: dom!m!reader mantitties

IMAGINE

fucking a man stronger and bigger than you. despite him having sex multiple times in a dominant position before, with you he's crying and shivering as you plunge deep into his hole wrecking his prostate. his stomach already covered in cum, he's crying tears from overstimulation , and his cock red but you don't plan on stopping anytime soon, as you make him cum over and over again, sucking on his pecks and flicking his nipples untill theyre so sensitive he feels like coming again.

dr. ratio, jing yuan, alhaitham, diluc, wriothesley, diavolo (obey me!)

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thegnomelord · 2 months

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Good Dog

CW: NSFW, DARK-FIC, murder, gore, power imbalance, size difference(reader's bigger), description of torture and brainwashing, oral, anal, blood as lube, plot and exposition with porn, pet play(collars and leashes), toxic relationship, dub-con, very very self indulgent.

Моя гончая- my hound, Хороший солдат - good soldier, Расслабьтесь, братья мои - relax, my brothers, приносить - fetch, есть - eat

The thick door and walls of the private room do nothing to damped the bass of the club pounding in his ears, the annoying music made bearable by the high of a recent victory. Puffs of cigarette smoke lazily curl in the air as Makarov leans further back into the couch, the buzzing sting of a fresh tattoo helping him relax. The scent of expensive liquor only adds to the heady atmosphere, crystal clear vodka swirling in his glass before Makarov takes a sip. His dark eyes peer over the rim of his glass, like doorways to a dark abyss, his gaze dancing across the faces of his most trusted men before settling on the lieutenant's as the man tries to prove his worth with pointless words.

Above all else, Makarov values loyalty.

It doesn't matter how strong a man is if he can't follow orders. The number of soldiers he can lead is pointless when he can't keep his men alive. How well he can shoot is meaningless when he can't devote himself to a cause. A man who is disloyal is a man of single use.

Makarov doesn't even try to listen to whatever drivel the lieutenant's spouting, he doesn't see a reason to sour his mood when he already knows everything: the embezzling, the lying, the adorable double agent act. He has you to thank for that, you'd sniffed the lieutenant out the second you met him, diligently uncovering every speck of dirt the lieutenant had attempted to hide from Makarov.

And you? You are very loyal. His loyal hound.

His fingers curl around the leash, the smooth black leather sliding against his calloused palms. A barely there tug is all it takes for you to lean down over the back of the couch, bracing one large hand near his head for support as the other remains over the grip of your sidearm. You loom over him, and while Makarov may be a fearsome man, he can't deny the type of foreboding fear a goliath like you inspires — a towering figure always a step behind him, broad body big enough to easily cover him fully if you need to take a bullet for him, arms strong and palms wide to easily crack a man's skull.

Settling the glass down he takes another drag of his cigarette, "Hound," Another tug — sharper, harsher; such a small correction yet the fact you needed it at all has acrid disappointment burning on your tongue — makes you bend down more, your face now next to his. He doesn't draw attention to the reprimand, breathing out a puff of smoke near your face. "Were you listening, моя гончая?"

It's a pointless question, he knows you were listening, he trained you to. But he asks because he loves to see the way your eyes darken, jaw tight. The cigarette smoke dances in the air, making the club's low lights reflect off the sharp spikes adorning the thick collar snuggly wrapped around your throat. Your day collar suits you well, no different than the spiked collars put on hunting hounds.

"Yes sir." You answer, your attention now solely on the lieutenant.

Makarov hums, eyes flickering from the lieutenant to you. "And?" He chuckles and lets the leash go, his word keeping you in place as he casually pats your neck. "What did you hear?"

"Lies. . ." The slow slide of his fingers across the uncovered parts of your throat makes your breath stutter, static crackling beneath your skin. "I heard lies, sir." Your answer causes the lieutenant to try and sputter excuses and denials, all cut short by the harsh look you give him.

Makarov chuckles, hooking a finger over the silver loop at the front of your collar, pulling on it and tilting his head so his lips can ghost across your jaw. "Хороший солдат." Makarov murmurs. His stubble scratches your skin as his lips brush a path to your ear, so very close to a lover's kiss.

But a brush of skin is all it is. Nothing more. Your body earns for more, to turn your head and experience the bruising possessiveness of his kiss once again, to feel his teeth bite down on your lip until blood floods both of your mouths. But you don't move; A spoiled dog isn't loyal and Makarov won't lavish you with attention for nothing. no — you must earn it.

"Stay." The soft 'click' of the leash unclipping sounds the same as a sentencing gavel, the strip of leather falling away until only his word keeps you from tearing the lieutenant's throat out with your teeth. Makarov smirks against your skin, his words honey sweet to your ears as he whispers: "Sick him."

That seals the ex-lieutenant's fate.

You're on the lieutenant in an instant, crashing into him like a truck. Makarov leans back and lights up another cigarette as you stomp down on the man's leg, all the weight you carry around bearing down on his bones until they break, erasing any foolish thoughts of escape when you snap the bones of his other ankle; Makarov has truly taught you well.

The screams of a traitor are much better than the atrocious club music, letting him enjoy the smooth burn of the vodka as another stomp breaks a couple of ribs. Some of his men are still nervous around you, trying not to shuffle in their seats lest they grab your attention and become the new outlet of your violence.

"Расслабьтесь, братья мои." Makarov gives a charming smile, resting his ankle on his knee as he takes another drag. "Hound is well trained, you have nothing to fear." He chuckles, lazily watching you as he holds conversation with his lieutenants. Honestly, you're like a dog with a new toy, tossing the man around and pinning him down under your heavy body, each swing of your fists steadily turning the ex-lieutenant's face into pulp.

It's as entertaining for him as it is therapeutic for you.

And to think Price had tried to suppress all that beautiful savageness you possessed.

Makarov remembers how you'd been nothing but a snarling and cursing ball of anger when his men had captured you after a botched mission. He had been both annoyed and amused by how loyal you were to Price, weathering every beating and starving and humiliation with the same 'fuck you' response, baring your teeth like the cornered dog you were. With days turning to months and your resolve refusing to waver under their 'care' Makarov had considered just putting you down, sending a nice video of blowing your skull open to Price but oh — is he glad he decided to indulge in the game your stubbornness presented.

He set out to train you like he would any mongrel mutt, clear expectations making it easy to tell whether your actions would get you a reward or an even worse punishment, giving small rewards for the behavior he wanted; not snarling at him might earn you a better meal. Biting your lip and taking your beating without back talk could get you a couple of minutes outside the claustrophobic walls of your cell. Letting him touch and inspect your body without complaint might reward you with a book or some other little creature comfort he could, and did, easily take away the moment you stepped out of line.

Of course you were weary, perceptive enough to know when he was scheming. But every man has his limits, yours were simply reached when he handed you official C.I.A documents proclaiming you as K.I.A, the mission itself creatively rewritten to sound like you had gone and deserted to the enemy — no one was looking for you, no one was coming to save you, your captain, Price, wasn't coming to save you.

He had taken great enjoyment in running his fingers across your scalp as you clutched the documents in a white knuckled grip, your mind far too worn down to question or guard against the soft touches. His lips had brushed against your ear, soothingly raspy voice comforting you — you're a good soldier, strong, reliable, everything a commander could dream of. It wasn't your fault you trusted the wrong man, truly, what a shame to have your loyalty repaid with betrayed like that.

After that, it became laughably easy to train you. He stuck with simple commands, spoken only in Russian so he could amuse himself with the way your head would tilt before you'd perk up, recognition making your dull eyes brighten before you did what he wanted in exchange for a small scrap of his affection, learning to seek his praise and appreciate his touch even when your body still prickled with disgust. So when he handed you the knife, standing so close you could have easily slit his throat, and ordered you to kill another member of your previous taskforce, you hadn't hesitated for a second. "Good boy." He had purred, caressing your jaw as he used his thumb to wipe away the blood staining your cheek.

"Hound." His voice is as effective as any physical tug on your leash, making you stop mid punch with your fist inches away from the ex-lieutenant's caved in face. You're covered in blood, the rich crimson bringing out the violence swirling in your eyes.

Yet you look at him with utter adoration he wants to shove his cock deep down your throat just so he can see your tears smudge the blood on your cheeks. "Приносить." He taps his thigh.

You nod your head, grabbing the knife strapped to your thigh. There's no hesitation in your movements as you shove the knife into the ex-lieutenant's throat. An arc of blood spurts across your front when you yank it out just to stab another spot, the man coughing and choking as you cut through cartilage and muscle until with a good yank and a sickening 'crack!' you separate the head from the body.

Makarov had never seen the appeal of large hulking brutes until you — your body had filled back out with muscle and fat nicely after you became his, towering body demanding attention simply by existing as you stand up. The loud stomp of your feet and the blood staining your body making you look like a barbarian, casting a shadow over him before you kneel at his feet, offering the decapitated head as a knight does to his king.

Oh yes, he definitely sees the appeal now.

"Good dog." He purrs, reaching out to stroke your jaw, smearing some of the blood with his thumb. Fingers sliding down to hook on the silver ring on your collar he pulls your head closer. "Do you think you earned a reward?"

It's a test. One you're intimately familiar with. The judgmental stares of Makarov's trusted men are the last thing in your mind when the closeness of his body and the sharp crisp scent of his cologne threatens to shatter your resolve. "Only if you permit it, sir." Your throat feels dry, trying not to show how eager you are for his attention as you place the head on the floor so you don't get a drop of blood on him.

Makarov smirks, "Smart dog," His hands move to the back of your neck, unbuckling the collar. You're no longer ashamed to admit you feel naked as the thick piece of leather is pulled away; the time when you didn't have a collar wrapped around your neck feel like a distant memory and now the sensation of breathing without it pressing against your skin is disturbing. You have to bite your lip to keep the low whine from escaping your chest.

His hand wraps securely around your throat, bringing your breath back to you. Your Adam's apple bobs beneath his fingers as he traces the 'V.M' shallowly carved across your throat. "It's already starting to fade." He tuts, squeezing his fingers to restrict your breathing just the slightest bit more. "We'll need to have it tattooed. That would be nice, yes?"

You suck in a sharp breath, "Yes sir."

"Хороший солдат." He purrs. He pulls out another collar from his pocket and you feel yourself chub up in your pants just at the sight of it. It's the chained pronged one he uses exclusively when he wants you to pleasure him, particularly because it leaves such pretty bruises along your skin when he tugs on the leash.

You eagerly tilt your head back to bare your throat, a shudder rushing down your spine as soon as you feel the cold metal against your skin. You stay perfectly still as he secures around your neck, the sharp pull of the leash making the prongs dig into your skin, prickles of pain making you even harder. "Go on," Makarov hums, spreading his legs wider so your attention falls to the hard bulge in his slacks, his belt undone but the rest left to you. "есть."

You don't think you could enjoy servicing him as much as you did if he didn't let you work for it, the reward made sweeter because you earned it. Truly, he's so good to you, you'd thank him profusely but he hasn't given you permission to speak freely. So you lean in, careful not to get blood on his pants as you take the metal zipper between your teeth and pull it down. You've done this enough not to have any problems undoing the button, your hands obediently planted on your thighs and your gaze firmly on him so you can see the pleased smirk that spreads across his features when you bite the band of his boxers and pull them down until his cock springs out, already hard.

A pleased sigh escapes him when your warm lips wrap around the head of his cock, the leash wrapped firmly around his hand and the slightest tug on it has pain prickling down your spine. "Моя гончая, don't waste my time." You can't help but whine lowly at the admonishment, quickly trying to make up to him by sucking on the tip and licking the slit in just the way he likes it.

His leg shifts, hard boot coming up to grind the sole against your clothed cock. "That's better." The praise makes you moan deep from your chest and try to take more of his cock into your mouth, your boxers wet and sticky against your own cock as you give an experimental hump of your hips against his boot. You scrape your teeth along the vein on the underside of his cock and it earns you a rough grind of his boot. His hand tangles in your bloodied hair and pulls you down until his cock bumps the back of your throat.

You nearly choke from the sudden pressure, trying to fight off the reflex to pull back and gag. "Look at me." His order rings clear in your head, your eyes meeting his as he grinds your nose into his pubic hair, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as your lungs start to burn. You fight through it, the fluttering of your throat making him five a small, rough, moan and fuck — you're hard as a rock.

Just as you feel like you'll pass out on his cock he lets you off, yanking your head back. You're only given a few seconds to take a sharp breath of fresh air before he pushes your head back down. You're prepared this time, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat, swallowing around his hard cock. The way you suck Makarov off is wet and sloppy, stealing ragged breaths when you can as you trace the veins of his cock with your tongue and gently nibble on the base when his cock's fully sheathed in your throat, knowing exactly how to please him. Your efforts are rewarded with the salty taste of precum on your tongue, hearing him occasionally mutter his praises in Russian, none of his words snagging on your mind like sharp orders so you let yourself drift in the pleasure of servicing him, subconsciously grinding your cock into his foot.

But you're not mentally gone enough not to notice the squeaking of chairs, your body tensing as you pull up enough so only his head remains in your mouth, your head turned just enough to throw a sharp glare at the other men in the room. Makarov having his guard down like this makes you tense, violence buzzing beneath your skin from the ingrained need to protect him.

"Hound." Makarov's growl is followed by another sharp tug of the leash, the dull ache of the metal prongs digging into your skin dissipating some of your aggression. "Did I tell you to stop?"

You shake your head as best you can, a pathetic whine escaping your chest from the way the pain makes your cock even harder. Satisfied, he eases the leash, letting you return to your work. His head lolls back, lazily looking at his men. He couldn't care less who sees you like this, but now he wants your full attention on him. "Leave." He gives the simple command.

You track the sound of shuffling feet as you take him fully into your mouth, making him hiss a curse under his breath. Nuzzling your nose into his curly pubic hair you breathe in his musk, his heel grinding firmly and consistently against your hard cock, pleasure pulsing through your veins with such intensity you're worried you'll cum without permission, low whines escaping your throat.

He pulls you off him suddenly, your lungs burning as you gasp for air. You expect him to paint your face with his cum, stake an obvious ownership over you. But he doesn't, pulling you by the leash and leaning down to mash your lips together, teeth biting down on your lip until it bleeds.

Makarov's kisses are rough and demanding, the sweet drug your body's been craving, teeth clicking together and tongues swirling in each other's mouths. The firm grind of his boot against your crotch makes you moan lowly, a sound he happily swallows down and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat. You part far too soon, your body craving much much more, but he doesn't let you stew in the disappointment of a short kiss — it's an owner's responsibility to spoil his pet — mumbling against your lips. "Prepare me."

A full shudder runs down your spine and you surge to follow his order. Makarov loves the determined look you get in your eye just as much as he loves the rough way you grip his hips and hike them up so you can pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Your bloodied fingers grip his hips and pull them down until his ass hangs off the edge of the couch, throwing his legs over your shoulders and he can feel the muscles deep in his back strain as you nearly bend him in half, his hard cock and hole bared for you.

It's a vulnerable position, trapped between your bulky frame and the couch he has no way to escape. And if anyone else were to attempt this he would feed every inch of their flesh to themselves. But Makarov relishes the knowledge that he's in control, a single word from him would make you stop regardless of how hard and wanting you were, your loyalty to him as real as the dead man's blood you dip your fingers in to lube them.

Your fingers circle his hole before you press the pad of your finger against it. Without the heat of battle the cold viscousness of the blood feels disgusting, making him shiver and his rim flutter against your digit. But the discomfort is easily forgotten when you apply pressure, the steady and persistent way you push your finger in forcing his muscles to yield. "Shit-" Makarov clenches his teeth; your fingers are so large just one feels like two of his own, the gnawing pain of your finger pushing deeper just amplifying the pleasure of being stretched open and your other hand loosely stroking his wet cock.

You don't go slower than you need to, perfectly trained to know how to move your fingers to keep him teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain, each shift and slow drag of your finger pulling deep grunt and soft breaths from between his clenched teeth. "Yes, there you go." His praise makes your heart melt and cock throb in your pants, the pull of the leash bringing your lips together in another harsh kiss. You swallow his moans greedily, pushing a second finger in and curling them in search of his prostate, your thumb incessantly rubbing the space between his balls and ass to trap the spongy flesh between your fingers.

He nearly chokes you with how hard he yanks on the leash, hips pushing back into your hand and walls clenching down on your fingers. The stinging ache of being stretched open mixes with the building pleasure, leaving his skin feeling like a live wire. His teeth dig into your lip until it bleeds again, heels digging into your back. He grinds his hips down on your fingers, muttering praises against your lips as you push a third finger in and force him to take it.

He can't wait any more, gripping your hair and roughly yanking your head back. "Fuck me already." He growls, licking the blood staining your cheek.

You scramble to do as you're told, continuing to stretch him open as you undo your belt and pants with one hand, your hard cock bobbing against your abdomen. Pulling your fingers out you scoop up more blood, the cold helping reign in your lust as you lube up.

Before you can do anything he reaches out to grip the base of your cock, his hold firm and just at the cusp of pain. "You'll be good, yes?" He growls against your lips. "Fuck me good and hard?" His hand moves, stroking you slowly, evenly coating the blood along your cock. "I don't need to show you how to use this thing again, do I?" There's a dangerous edge in his voice.

Fear shoots down your spine, mouth going dry. You'd been too eager for human touch when he first let you mount him, and when you came seconds after getting inside him he'd been less than pleased by your abilities. You couldn't feel your cock for a full week after he'd tied you down and used your cock until you couldn't cum, using a cock ring to keep you hard and using you until he was satisfied.

You quickly shake your head. "No sir," You choke out and bare your throat. "I can do it, I'll be good." You promise.

His hold loosens, tugging you by the hair so he can peck your lips, his tongue licking over the small wound he'd made. "Don't fail me now."

You steel yourself like you're going to war, pressing your cockhead to his hole. Your nails dig into his hip, your grip ironclad to keep him still as you pull him down more and simultaneously push in. There's a second of resistance before your head pops in, the pleasure of entering his velvet soft insides being met with sharp pain as his teeth chomp down on your shoulder through your shirt. It all mixes in your brain into pure bliss, your hips bucking up into him automatically until you're bottomed out. You hold him close to you and leisurely grind your hips, letting him get used to the mind numbing stretch.

Fuck— Makarov may see the appeal of brutes but impaled on your cock he feels like he's being split in two, lungs burning and he can almost swear your tip's poking his diaphragm. He chases the pain more than the pleasure, heels digging into your back to give him some leverage so he can push his hips into yours. "Yes," His head lolls back when you slowly withdraw, only to suddenly snap your hips and hilt yourself inside him again. "-fuck, yes!"

The blood keeps you from tearing him apart but there's too little of it to keep him from feeling the painful stretch, the slow movement of your hips making his thighs shake. "Harder," He demands, yanking on your leash and biting your shoulder again. "Make me feel it." His voice is rough with a demand, because men like him never beg.

"Yes sir," You manage, bracing your feet and setting a rough pace, rutting into him like an animal. He muffles his sounds into your shoulder as your cock saws into him, his walls fluttering and clenching around you so tightly it feels like he'll snap your cock off. You do your best to focus on him and his pleasure, but the tight heat of his hole is rapidly melting any control you have, your cock throbbing and leaking precum inside him.

"Sir, please-" You whine, your muscles tight and your balls feeling so full you feel like you'll burst, your voice full of need. "I'm so close."

“Not yet.” He growls, pushing his hips down to meet your thrusts, your hand stroking his cock. “Make me cum first.” He growls.

You hold back a pathetic whine and redouble your efforts, your rough thrusts bruising his ass as you fuck into him, aiming to nail his prostate every time you bottom out. He wails, whole body shaking, his cock throbbing in your hand and leaking a puddle of precum on his stomach.

Makarov cums without any warning, going rigid and biting your shoulder even harder as pearly cum shoots from his tip, his walls clamping down on your cock. "C- cum!" He snarls, voice muffled, and it's all you need. Bottoming out fully you moan as you shoot his insides full of your cum, rocking your hips and grinding your cock against his prostate to prolong both of our highs.

You hold him close as you come down to reality but the way his walls clench around your cock makes you feel like heaven. His hands grip your jaw, bringing you down into a disorganized sloppy kiss. He's boneless in your arms, his walls continuing to flutter around you. "That was good." He slurs, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. "Good dog."

The tug of the leash is expected and Makarov kisses the corner of your lips, tongue swiping across your skin to lick up more of the blood staining your lips. "Clean me up." He orders, "Lick up your mess." He growls, and there's not a single part of you that would refuse him.

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incculum · 9 months

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miguel just trying to be the dom in all his relationships until he meets you, he becomes a sobbing mess and his knees go weak just by the sight of you. 😩😩

I am back almost a month later with a new theme .. so sorry for keeping you waiting for this

(I hope it isn't too out of character but I will make Miguel cry a little, either way).

You knew Miguel had his eyes on you since you joined the society. It was hard not to notice when it was mutual.

When he finally approached you, you let him play his little game as he pressed you against the wall and nipped at your lip. You stayed silent whenever he froze in response to your hands on his body.

You let Miguel straddle your hips and watched him bounce on his fingers before pressing the head of your cock against his prepped hole. You knew his façade would slip soon — he couldn't even make eye contact with you.

Your hands fly to Miguel's waist when his legs look like they're about to give out. He pries your hands off of him and presses them beside your head, to the wall your back rests against. "N-no touching.." He stutters out through groans.

"You don't sound very confident." You hiss when Miguel's claws dig into your wrists. He doesn't respond verbally. He closes his eyes for a moment and slowly pushes himself back up, until the head of your cock is barely caught onto his rim. He drops down and groans when your cockhead presses against his prostate before gliding past, filling him up. He tries to repeat the process, and you watch him, "your thighs are shaking, Miguel."

Miguel slumps against you and loosens the grip he has on your wrists, "...I'm sorry."

You pull your hands free and grip his hair, pulling his head back, "I didn't catch that."

Miguel swallows and screws his eyes shut when you force him to make eye contact with you, "I'm sorry!"

"Are you? Look at me, Miguel." He finally looks at you and you find yourself smiling despite the faint sting of your wrists.

"Swear! I swear I'm sorry!" He spits out with his eyebrows knitted together. He really looks like he's about to cry.

You don't reply and push him until his back is against the floor. You pull your hips back and thrust forward, keeping your eyes trained on Miguel's. Your cock keeps hitting his battered prostate and Miguel can't keep himself from locking his legs around your waist when you wrap a hand around his cock. He cums almost immediately with a moan he tries to keep in by biting his lip. Your movements don't let up and Miguel doesn't know what to do with himself when you keep fisting his overstimulated cock.

He tucks his face into his elbow. You pause when you hear a sniffle.

"Are you crying?"

Miguel stiffens and he tilts his head back further, still hiding his face, "No.. No, I'm not," he says, but the warble in his voice gives him away.

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alteriivik · 1 month

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sub boyfriend who called you in your work break! How sweet of him to ask all about your day! But he’s actually fucking himself with the biggest toy he owns, pretending like you’re talking to him as you’re fucking him so hard! he really thinks you should come home earlier~

A CALL FROM HOME | RAMBLES

a/n: YESYEYSSYESY 100x OF THIS!!

warnings: sexual content !! sex toys

sub boyfriend who feels a little neglected in the affection sector lately. He misses the times when you would hug him out of the blue, spoil him with your love; giving him the most love-filled kisses and the warmthness of your hugs. He pouts when he notices that the hickey you gave him a few days ago is slowly healing, and he sulks.

sub boyfriend after days of no physical affection, couldn't help but have that itching at the back of his mind, the itch to be fucked, and it’s getting worse day by day. He can’t help it! You’ve been so busy lately n’ all he gets are quick kisses and cuddles when he’s asleep. So after just a few days, he gives into the temptation and takes out his toys, with a guilty yet excited look.

sub boyfriend, who lets out a loud moan when he plunges himself onto the dildo, a pleasured look on his face as he gulps down the drool that had almost drooped down the side of his mouth. His body was shaking, back arching, thighs quivering, and toes curling. Oh god, he misses this feeling—honestly wishing it was you and not this toy inside him.

sub boyfriend who trusts himself onto the toy, eyes blurry and head hazy. He could feel his gummy walls throbbing, the pleasure-filled statics that shudder through his whole body as he fills himself once again. He was wearing your comfy hoodie, staining it with his pearlescent cum. His dick proudly stood up, bobbing up and down with his pace; it leaked cum from his last orgasm. He feels himself spasming again, the sweet feeling of release almost at his grasp again. His heavy breathing becoming quicker, transitioning into quick pants. He misses you so so so much.

sub boyfriend who suddenly had an idea popped into his head after hours of pleasuring himself to the thought of you. A shit-eating grin graces his face as he slowly moves to get his phone, letting out a small whimper as he takes out the toy. He quickly dialed your number, hands shaky. He was excited; this little trick made him hard again, thinking about all the possible outcomes—what if you answered and started to command him? using your rough words to follow your instructions, or what if you started to insult him? calling him a desperate slut for you. He drooled at the thought, readying himself to take the toy inside him again. Eyes sparkling as you pick up the phone, your voice ringing throughout the room.

sub boyfriend who speaks in his usual tone, trying his best not to give himself out. He was acting innocently, gently asking about how your day was going. He mostly had to muffle his noises with his hand, even disguising them as giggles or coughs. The sweaty atmosphere in the room wasn’t helping him but your voice was making it worse. He half-heartedly listens to you but he focuses more on how your voice sounded like, it being a little deeper from how tired you were. And maybe he focused too much on how you sounded like that thoughts started to swirl inside his head, his walls painfully throbbing.

sub boyfriend who continues the whole conversation like this, riding up and down the dildo. Tears at the corner of his eyes, face so cutely flushed and lips swollen from the constant bites in trying to muffle himself. He felt overstimulated yet whenever you start speaking he fells like doing it more. He started to pretend that you were having a nice conversation with him in person, complaining about some trashy coworker while trusting into him so mercilessly. You, using him like the cum sock and him, being used like the whore that he was. He was white. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening for you though, especially when he let out a questionably sensual moan.

When you came home, you RAILED his ass like there’s no tomorrow.

@alteriivik | do not steal

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rodolfoparras · 3 months

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Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but gets so turned on when you pin him down to the ground during a training session or when you carry him on your back during emergency situations

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have strength kink but absolutely loves when you push him up against the wall and eat him out, he could just cum at the sight of his legs slung over your shoulders while your strong hands dig into his thighs to keep him sturdy

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but absolutely love when you pin him to the bed and fuck him into the mattress even though he’s overstimulated and practically shaking same goes with eating him out he absolutely loves trying to crawl away while you’ve got your head buried between his thighs strong hands keeping him from moving away from your mouth

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves how you so effortlessly help him ride your dick when he gets tired, how you’ll grab at his hips and work him up and down your length and how the muscles in your arms will flex with every movement

Gaz who likes to pretend he doesn’t have a strength kink but loves that everyone on base raises a brow when they see the two of you together because he’s much shorter than you and so much smaller in size he knows everyone is imaging how he takes your cock and it drives him wild

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melonn-soda · 4 months

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thinking about a pervy ghost that inhabited the house you just moved into, wondering why the last person moved out and who exactly you were. so, for the next two weeks, he watches and studies you and finds out how exactly lewd you are.

he sees that you wear super revealing clothes when you walk around the house by yourself, sometimes even going naked. he vividly remembers the first time he saw you in nothing but really short basketball shorts and a tank top, his eyes going wide and mouth agape. how could a boy be this slutty??

there was also the days were you would come drunk with a stranger's arm around your waist and sloppily making out on the living room couch (the ghost would be watching jealously on the rocking chair reserved for your cat on sunny days) before it ending up in a fuckfest. were you this shameful?

now, don't get him wrong, he absolutely loved watching all this. he is a pervert, after all.

sometimes, he would purposely blow cold air down your shoulder blades when you're bending over doing laundry to watch you shiver and whip your head around to see what did that. he watches you masturbate in the middle of the night, getting off alongside you while watching your face twist in the most delightful ways. he remembers the pattern that you wash yourself in (shampoo, conditioner, body wash, facial cleanser, and extra stuff only when you felt like it). you couldn't see him so what's the harm in it all?

while putting on a new change of clothes on, he thought it would be funny to run his freezing cold hands down your sides and sliding them over your stomach when you were putting on your shirt. he giggled when he heard you whimper and shiver, immediately shoving the rest of the shirt down to block out the cold.

"cute.." he muttered from behind, arms still hovering in place around your form.

"knew it." you turned your head and stared straight at his face with an eery smile, catching him by surprise.

all at once, he felt your back push against his torso and he stumbled until the back of his knees hit the bed and he flopped onto your mattress that smelled too intoxicating. 'how did you..?' he would think to himself before feeling you crawl on top on him, legs on each side on his stomach.

"pervy little ghost.. think you can watch me do nasty stuff and touch me like that without consequences." your tone was so condescending that he swore his dick twitched in excitement, "I had a rising suspicion that you were an actual ghost and I wasn't going crazy with hallucinations. but that doesn't matter anymore." you shook your head, "it seems like you need to know your place. your going to be nothing but a toy for me. no touching, no talking, no teasing in any form unless I say so. do you understand?"

"wha..?" he mutters, only for you to press a finger against his lips. 'why were you able to do that..?' why was he even getting hard right now?

"I said, do you understand?" you repeated, this time with a voice dripping in venom. he nodded his head with sweat dripping down his forehead. you smiled in response, "good boy!" he watched as you sat right on his dick, purposely shifting your ass around as a whine ripped through his throat, "now, your punishment. you sit there and look pretty while I ride you, yeah? make sure you keep up."

oh boy. what has he gotten himself into?

might make this an oc. only if you guys are interested.

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seveett · 6 months

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“ FOR ME . ”

seveett {umikochannart}

Starring…??;; König x AMAB reader

Genre…??;; Smut

Warnings…??;; Doggy style (implied missionary), Auralism kink (look it up.), Possessiveness (?), Marking, Spanking, Daddy kink, Multiple Orgasms, Sub König .

König always made pretty noises every time you fucked him, the noises he would make only made you want to fuck him harder, faster.

So thats why you're here now, König laying on his stomach while desperately holding onto a pillow as you rammed your cock in and out of his eager hole.

dark marks like hickeys trailed all down his body, from his shoulder to his hips and all the way down to his legs. You raised your hand up and slammed it back down on his ass, watching the fat ripple and the red mark of your handprint appear.

König’s body convulsed as he was pushed further into the mattress with your rough thrust, hole clenching around your fat cock, loud pretty moans leaving his mouth.

“ You sound so pretty .. All for me , Yeah? ” you said, the words sending shivers down his spine as a deep moan was pulled from his throat, cock repeatedly jabbing at his prostate.

“ For you .. All for you , Vati—mghh ” (Daddy) König cut himself off with a guttural moan, cock shooting out cum down onto the dirty cum soaked white sheets. Your hands gently slid down his back, his body arched into your touch as you placed your hand back onto his ass, giving it another hard smack.

a few more loud smack sounds filled the room before you pulled his hips flush to yours, emptying your cum deep inside his greedy whole for the nth time.

You swiftly pulled out of him which made him let out a low whine, König was getting ready to complain and ask why you pulled out but before he could even look over his shoulder he felt himself getting flipped out onto his back.

König let out a gasp at the sudden movement, watching as his legs were thrown over your shoulders, feeling your thick cock slipping back inside his tight hole.

Chants of the name “Daddy” left his mouth, his hand searching to hold yours as his other gripped the pillow behind his head, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled back into his head, those pretty noises leaving König’s mouth as your dick repeatedly hit his sweet spot.

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scap34 · 8 days

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sugar daddy! sub! bottom! Gojo Satoru x sugar baby! top! dom! male!reader

warning: cussing, smoking, inappropriate touching, dirty talk

Your sugar daddy wants your attention <3

“Can you give me just an hour?” Satoru practically begged. His body angled towards you, his hands clenched the sheets like it was taking all his effort to not reach over and touch you.

You let out a puff of smoke and smiled which he instinctively sucked in a breath to avoid breathing the smoke. You took another long drag from the cig, relishing in the way his expression twisted with desperation.

You smiled and leaned down, blowing out the white smoke on his face. He coughed, giving you a distressed look, but stayed still.

“Another 100,000 yen.” he nodded instantly, eagerly looking at you with bright blue eyes. “Well? Lay down.”

He shuffled back, looking at you as he spread his legs apart. His half-hard cock already pressing his pants. He palmed himself and let out a whine.

He was tempting you, seducing you. But you knew that.

You let out a breath of smoke and crushed the lit part of your cigarette and tossed it to the side without looking at it. Reaching over and you grabbed Satoru’s pale bony ankle and pulled him to you.

He let out a soft moan, pupils blown with lust. He looked content to be manhandled by you.

His white hair was shattered across the stain black sheets. The expensive kind that slid off his skin like butter. The ones you knew he brought for you.

You smirked and caressed his cheek with the back of your fingers. His eyes fluttered shut and he rubbed his cheek against your fingers. The very picture of a content cat.

“Satoru,” you cooed sweetly. He looked up at you, six eyes soft and gentle. He looked at you as if you were everything to him.

“Hm?” You smiled gently. A bit of surprise filled his eyes, quickly followed by greed, drinking in the curve of your smile. His eyes shone with inhuman intensity.

Your smile became more genuine, darker, fueled by his possessiveness. “Want me to fuck you?” He inhaled sharply, eyes meeting your own.

“Yes.” He rocked his hips, with a moan. “Yes, please. Fuck me, [name].” He pleaded shamelessly.

You licked your dry lips and kneeled on the mattress, your hands wrapping around Satoru’s thighs, as you slotted your body against his. His ass pressing against your hardening cock.

He rolled his ass against you, whining when you tighten your grip on his thighs. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh, leaving bruises. Bruises that made heat pool in his stomach, your marks making him lightheaded.

“So fucking eager. Can’t wait to fuck your tight ass, sweetheart.” Your hands deftly undid his pants, teasing his cock as you pulled his zipper down.

Soft pink lips let out honeyed moans. Sprawled across the black sheets, like a fallen angel begging to be sinned. His flushed hard erection, begging to be touched, twitching as you rub the head of his cock.

He opened his mouth and looked up at you through snow white lashes. “Anything you want.”

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volttrashz · 28 days

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˖°☁️.☆🥛𝘾𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙂𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙊🥛☆.☁️°˖

cw: ₊₁₈ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ(?). ᴛɪᴛꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ. ᴘᴇᴛɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ(ʙʀɪᴇꜰ.) ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ. ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ʟᴜʙᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘɪᴇ. ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ. ʙᴇʟʟʏ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ. ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍꜱ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ(ꜱ) ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ. ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ/ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ /ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ. ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ (ꜱʟᴏᴡʙᴜʀɴ) ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ <3

✦ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴜʙ!ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ!ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ ʜᴀʀᴀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ!ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ!

ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ: ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏɪʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴄʜɪʟᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴀ; ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴛɪɢɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄᴇʟʟᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴍɪʟᴋ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ᴜɴʀɪᴠᴀʟᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇᴅ, ʙᴏᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ.

ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴀᴍᴘʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱᴛᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜰʟᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴀᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ɢʟᴏʀʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ꜰᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ.

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ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ—ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ-ꜰᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴊᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ. ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜʀᴅʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴜʀ, ʜᴇ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴQᴜɪʟɪᴛʏ. ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪꜱʜ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ɢʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ, ʜɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ.

ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪɢɴɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.

ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴀɴʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇꜱᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴇxᴘʟɪᴄᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.

ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ? ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ? ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ: ʙᴇꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴜʀᴇʟʏ, ɢᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ.

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ.

ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜱᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴊᴏʟᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙ, ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴄꜱᴛᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʟʟꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ.

ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴜꜱʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

"ᴡᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ," ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ʜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟʟʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅꜱ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; ɴᴏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱ��ᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ.

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ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ, ᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴏᴠɪɴᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴇɴꜱᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ, ᴡɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ. ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ. ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɴ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴜʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ,ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.

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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴄᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ,

ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ʙᴀᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.

ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍɪʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜᴢᴢʟᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴍ. ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ɢᴀᴢᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

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ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ'ꜱ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴍɪʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ɴᴜʙꜱ, ʟᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅʀɪʙʙʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ, ᴜɴᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ᴘʟᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀꜰᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ. ʀᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏʙꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʜᴏʟᴇ. ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ. ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀꜱ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛɪᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜꜰꜰʏ ʀɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜꜱʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ," ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ꜱɴɪꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴛ. ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. ʜɪꜱ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ꜱᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪᴍ.

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴜɴɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴀꜱᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱQᴜɪʀᴍ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜱᴋɪɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀʟᴏʀ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴀꜱᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴀɴ ꜱʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀꜱᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ. "ʟᴏᴏᴋ," ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴏᴇᴅ, "ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ." ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜɪᴘꜱ, ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

ɪɴᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏ'ꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪᴘ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴀᴅ, ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ!

a/n: you can tell where i stop grammar checking lol . sorry for the long wait! repost would be heavily appreciated <3

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