#my size kink is going off the fucking charts right now i’m going to SCREAM

[inkykeiji]

in other news: natsuo.

[cinnamonest]

I’ve read most everything on your yandere Genshin chars but just got to Kaeya n the punishments and was pleasantly surprised by the back-door entry punishment and feel now safe to ask...

Are there other chars that would resort to this or maybe even be inclined towards anal? XD weirdly one of my biggest interests tbh besides breeding I don’t knooow whyy.

Oh same anon. It’s up there in my top kinks and I don’t talk bout anal enough it’s such a good kink, so I’m about to change that and give it appreciation, obvious tw for anal here

It's obviously a big thing for sadists of any kind. So basically, aside from Kaeya, Childe and Scara are both likely to get into it to some extent. Childe slightly less so than Kaeya, but both of them will use it as a form of punishment -- Childe is just slightly more prone to spanking than anal because it ignites our boy's weird fetish for violence a bit better. Whereas Kaeya's more of a horny bastard so punishments that have his dick in you in some way or another are the best.

Notably, Childe's more into actually warning you and making you squirm, listening to you beg and whimper and see you all scared, so he draws out the process before actually shoving his dick in. He's just mean about it, but he's big on verbal mockery to begin with -- tells you things like "don't worry, it only hurts a lot :)" or "it's ok, feel free to cry :)". Bastard. Also likes to hold you in positions so you can try to pull yourself off, that way he can just grab you and pull you back on.

Kaeya's more into it in a surprise sort of way, will just kinda get lube or cum all over your holes so you don't specifically know and kinda shove it in to your surprise. It's cute, your eyes go wide open and you squeal and scream and kick your feet and try to pull yourself off. He kinda forces you into positions where you can't move though, you have no choice but to just take it -- mating press, flat on your stomach, bent over and pressed against something so you can't move forward. He doesn’t mock you beforehand since he likes to catch you off guard, but laughs at your initial squealing and struggling and mocks you throughout, as well as after, thinks it’s cute how you can’t stand and how you hiss and whimper every time you sit down or move around.

Scara's similar but unfortunately for darling he'll also just fuck your poor ass at random too just because he feels like it because he likes watching you cry, or maybe is just mad and needs something to take it out on, which almost always ends up being you. He's definitely the roughest and the most likely candidate to pull the "yeah spit is perfectly acceptable lube" bullshit so it hurts the most. Also degrading about it.

Other notable candidates to actually do anal or get into it in some way, perhaps some surprisingly, would be Chongyun, Xiao, Razor, and Zhongli. The first three have a commonality where it's most likely an accident at first, fucking you too hard and accidentally slip out, try to shove their dick back in, and end up watching you squeal and pull back when their cock slips into the wrong hole.

Chongyun's is most likely during a manic episode, and only occurs during those episodes -- he's just fucking so hard and fast it ends up happening more than once. He apologizes afterwards, feels bad about it, but it keeps happening. Honestly it's something he genuinely likes, but his normal self doesn't want to hurt you, but the manic self is basically his "true" self without any inhibitions, so he doesn't hold back. He couldn’t really tell you why he likes it, it’s just hot.

Razor and Xiao are similar, it just is so so so tight and feels so good on their dick and once they've accidentally discovered it you'll wish they hadn't. Razor doesn't get the difference, will just kinda be like "oh, sorry" but keep fucking you. He just knows that it feels nice, but doesn't really have a preference, boy just needs his dick in a tight wet warm hole, and if it's in one or the other he's not gonna bother to take it out, just keeps fucking you. You’ll get used to it. Probably. 

Xiao might do it intentionally, it just feels so nice you know? It wouldn't click in his mind at first to use it for punishment purposes, but eventually seeing you squirm and cry he puts two and two together and it clicks and he realizes it's a good way to punish. But he doesn't draw it out or threaten you, just kinda shoves it in if he's mad. 

The most unfortunate part to both these boys is they don't get the difference so they fuck just as hard and fast and don't quite understand the concept of preparation and lube. They'll find some form of lube because they don't want to tear you (because then they couldn't keep fucking you you know?), but see no need to stretch you out beforehand.

And Zhongli might come as a bit of a surprise, but it's entirely punishment based and he's slower and gentle about it, but I mean, his dick is huge so no matter how prepared you are it's still gonna hurt like a bitch and be a very effective form of punishment. He has a unique form of how to handle offenses -- most come up with whatever they feel like on the spot, but he lays out early on a system of sorts, a mental chart of how different offenses are punished, scales of severity, basically "this offense is punished this way each time", very specific, right down to the number of spanks and the like. So you can't get out of it, because, well, you knew exactly what would happen, but you chose to do what you did anyway, so you should have been prepared for the consequences. Also, he gets really into plugs, especially ones with tails attached, probably has you wear one most of the time.

And finally Albedo gets super into it tbh and is the most likely candidate for lots of things. He's our gross boi. He's quiet about it, like the majority of his gross and sadistic tendencies, and this often, similar to Kaeya, results in you being very caught off guard and by surprise. Will literally just switch holes mid-fucking. If he *does* warn you, he's big fan of making you suck his dick and fingers to use it as lube beforehand. He does, thankfully, get a lot of it though, spits on your hole, likely uses actual lube a lot of the time, he likes the squelching and fluids. On the downside, since he's into all things gross or weird or less common, he gets into testing your poor ass's limits, seeing what the biggest size plug you can handle is, stretching you out, see how long you can hold things in. Also most likely candidate to get into weird things and shoving various objects in you - slimes, toys, inanimate objects etc. Also most likely candidate for painful things like figging or finding a way to make lube super cold, hot, tingly etc. And, finally, most likely candidate to completely cut you off from PIV for an extended period of time - instead of a one-time punishment, darling is looking at several days, even weeks of only anal. It's cute how you try to run away and all. And will definitely try to figure out a way to make you cum from it, too.

[a-shy-blueberry]

Don’t mind me, I just wanna try to request a mirio ANYTHING! I just love the man sm. I prefer he/him pronouns (afab) but you can keep in GN if you want. Hopefully you can make something out of my rant it’s kinda a prompt I don’t know.

I wold do ANYTHING for Mirio to fuck me into a wall. JUST DESTROY ME PLEASE. My man is BIG compared to me (I’m 4’10). He would just TEAR ME APART. PLEASE! His thick fingers stretching me out EUEGSHSDHEG. His words are filled with degrading phrases along with praise. Telling me I’m talking his cock so well. Like the lil whore I am. I would be absolutely OVERSTIMULATED from his monster of a cock. I just MMMMMMMMMMM COME HERE DADDY. Mario can bend me over and fuck me till I can’t talk. I with thank him for everything.

Ok there’s my rant/request ACK

Oh my gosh, I love this ask so much. You just know Mirio manhandles you without even thinking about it, just lifting you up like you're nothing. So I got a little carried away... Putting it under the cut since it got long.

Pairing: Mirio x M! Reader AFAB

Warnings: Pro Hero! Mirio, Aged Up Characters, Unedited, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Office Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation, Fingering, Unsafe Sex, Creampie.

Words 1.2k

You would have to remind your future self, never to bring up to your partner that you thought your sex life was getting a little too vanilla.

It had started innocently enough, your career had been skyrocketing, demanding long hours at the office and little time at home. At the same time, Lemillion was skyrocketing in the charts, his patrols taking up more of his time, as events and sponsorships took up the rest.

You scarcely saw each other at all, and when you did fuck, it was far more about fighting to stay awake and reliving the urge than anything of substance.

So in passing, you had mentioned, planning something. Just scheduling out a bubble where the two of you could actually take the time with each other. Rather than just a quick fuck whenever you found the time.

You really should’ve known your partner better.

Mirio had always been persistent. It’s what got him to master an insanely difficult quirk, it’s what got him to the top of UA and among the big three and it’s what has propelled him high in the hero rankings now that he’s graduated and working.

It was a quality that you loved in him, something you aspired to emulate in your own career as you strove to rise in the ranks

However, in this matter, that persistence was giving you nothing but grief. You'd thrown a gauntlet down and your husband was more than trying to rise to the challenge.

It had all started at the office. You were on a call with a client, everything going fine till you felt a ghosting sensation on your leg, you ignored it till the second feeling, you looked down and nearly screamed. There was Mirio just an arm and his face poking through the floor under your desk. He held a finger to his lips, urging you to continue with your call. The gentle brushing up and down your thighs continuing you, relaxing you as you tried to focus on what your client was saying. Mirio’s fingers moved again though, running a thumb over the crotch of your pants, putting pressure right where your tender bud was. You could feel yourself already getting worked up, your underwear uncomfortably wet as Mirio continued his ministrations.

You finished your call and immediately he was in your office entirely, permeating through your desk and picking you up, dropping you on the couch in your office. Growling at you as he took off your pants, noting the wet spot on your underwear.

He sank down on his knees, sniffing at the crotch of your underwear before pulling them down. Pressing his face against your pussy to eat you out from behind, his tongue lapping at your hole as your body seized in pleasure. Growing achingly close just for him to stop. A single finger working his way into you, stretching you out before he added a second. You moaned around them as he scissored his fingers. You could feel yourself gushing all over his hand.

"Ahh just like that, come on, want to feel you splitting open on me, you look so hot like that don'tcha baby?"

"Daddy please, I need you,"

"Ahh that's my good boy, gonna have you cumming once on my fingers and then again on my cock right?" You moaned into the couch cushions. The feeling of his fingers pistoning into you as he lapped at your bud, removing his mouth only to slap your clit laughing at you as you tried to wiggle away from him.

"Ah come on baby, come here," he said, taking one hand around your hips and dragging you back to him.

"Ah come on, I thought you'd be good, you want to cum right?"

You could feel your inner muscles fluttering around his massive fingers, the warmth pooling in your belly too much to handle as your cunt yearned for release. Mirio, urging you on. His fingers speeding up the feeling of hand pressing against your clit as his fingers slammed in and out of you was too much to bear. You squeezed your eyes shut, clamping down on Mirios fingers as you came, arching into his touch as shivers wracked through your body.

But he didn't let you bask in the afterglow for long. Noting the timely trembling of your thighs still coming down before pulling his fingers out, standing up, flipping you over, picking you up like you were nothing more than a doll. He pressed you against the wall. Thrusting his cock into you as your cunt still convulsed from your orgasm.

"Daddy s'too much," you could feel the way he was spreading you open, the burn of him diving in and out bordering on painful before he braced you with one arm, bringing the other down to circle your clit.

"God I have the hottest husband don't I, so sexy taking my cock so well, you're my little whore aren't you?" He rambled, the feeling of you squeezing him tight sending all his blood down to his cock. You were wrapped around him like a vice. The warmth of your cunt just made him want to bury his dick inside you forever.

He adjusted his grip on you, slamming you against the wall harder, drywall sprinkled down from the ceiling, falling in your hair like snow as he pounded into you.

“Shit, you’re so tight, feel so good wrapped all around me, my perfect little cocksleeve” he said, as rutting into you harder. You could feel your hips aching as you rocked against the wall.

“Mirio it hurts,” you whined.

“Oh, but I know you like that don’t you? Such a little whore, you like it when I stretch you out so nice,” he pushes into you deeper and you let out a moan when he hit that spot inside you just right.

“That’s right baby, wanna hear those pretty sounds from you.” The squelching of your pussy was deafening which each thrust. Creamy rings of your slick coated his cock as he pounded into you chasing his high.

He brought his fingers to your clit, circling the sensitive bud. Your orgasm was approaching fast, the pleasure building in your core was addicting, causing you to arch your back towards his touch.

“Mirio, I need you,” you whimpered. Causing his hips to stutter into you.

“M’so close, cum with me baby cum with me,” he begged. Your whole body bouncing against his cock as he brought you closer, panting into your ear as he continued to ramble.

“Cum with me, cum with me please baby you look so good when you’re cumming apart on my cock,” he moaned, Snapping into you one final time as he came, ropes of cum shooting inside you, the feeling of him coming undone sending you over the edge, squeezing tightly around him as your insides milked him dry.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, breathing raggedly as you came down from your highs. When your cunt stopped convulsing around him Mirio pulled out, entranced by the way his cum leaked out of you painting the insides of your thighs.

He nuzzled into your arms. Lips pressed into your neck.

“I missed you,” he said humming as he kissed your jaw.

“Missed you too Mirio,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “Next time, let’s not wait so long huh?” His arms came around your waist pulling you into his grasp.

“Next time? What makes you think I’m done with you this time, we haven’t even made it to our bed yet?”

“Well, in that case, we better make our way over there huh big guy?”

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Pursue - Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?

Characters: Jim Hopper x female reader

Words: 5,310

Warnings: smut, language/dirty talk, light bondage, throat fucking, praise kink, implied age gap, I think that’s it? This is dirty smut so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. 

Author’s Note: This was written for sherrybaby14′s Fall Into You writing challenge. My prompt was to use the line “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

Pursue

Grinning with amusement, you twirled the phone cord around your finger and tried to sound innocent, though you both knew it was all an act. The mission was to drive Chief Jim Hopper mad with lust, and so far, your plan was working brilliantly.

 You had been teasing him all day, starting in the morning when he had received a call right as he got to the office. You could practically feel his surprise at your bold words, detailing to him how you were still laying naked in bed and wrapped up in sheets that smelled like him, wishing he was there to satisfy the lust you were currently feeling. He had growled out that you were going to regret teasing him when he got off work, and when you baited him further by saying that maybe you should just pull out your vibrator and pretend it was him, he gave a strangled groan and hung up. You had called about an hour later, and when Flo answered and said Hopper was busy, you asked her to relay the vague message of, “I took care of the situation myself.”

 It was now his lunch break, and you had, of course, taken advantage of the opportunity to call again, knowing that he couldn’t resist his curiosity about what else you’d have to say. You mentioned buying some new lingerie, a black lace teddy that clung to your curves like a second skin.

 “The neckline goes down a bit too low, so that I’m almost popping out. And I had no idea that the back would be a thong, but oh well, too late to return it now,” you said with an exaggerated sigh, listening intently for his response.

 Satisfaction darted through you at the unmistakable sound of increased breathing on the other end; you could clearly envision him in his office chair, leaning forward over his desk with a death grip on the receiver. The thought of him sitting there with a hard-on and trying to imagine what you looked like only served to ramp up your own desire, thighs squeezing together where you lounged on the couch in the aforementioned lingerie.

 “Don’t you want to know why it’s too late to return it?” you pouted, biting your lip to stifle a giggle.

 “Why?” His voice was raspy with desire, making it sound so low and commanding that you shivered.

 Giving a slow grin, you whispered, “Because I’ve been wearing it all morning, so it’s soaked from me thinking about you.”

 Dead silence. He must be holding his breath, body taut and unmoving. You knew because you were doing the same thing. Then, the smallest click...and the following silence lasted only a few seconds before the beep of a disconnected line sounded.

 He hung up?!

 Annoyed at the thought of him ending the conversation right as it was getting good, you redialed the station. Poor Flo was probably getting sick of transferring your calls to Hopper’s office, but she did so anyways. After the dozenth ring, it was obvious he had either left or was purposely ignoring you. Hanging up the phone, you puffed out an irritated breath that the game was over...for now.

 Getting up from the couch, you decided to make a sandwich for lunch. You grabbed your purple house robe and put it on over the black teddy before going to the kitchen to hunt down some lunch meat and bread. You really should go to the store later, seeing as how Hopper’s frequent visits had dwindled the fridge down to practically nothing. You and the Chief had officially started dating about six months ago, but it was only the past month or so that he seemed to spend more nights here than at his cabin.

 Getting the tall, brooding man’s attention hadn’t been an easy feat. It had taken weeks of you finding various excuses to stop by the station for him to finally get the hint. He later admitted that his cop buddies had all but begged him to ask you out, and that he genuinely hadn’t thought you’d be interested, the silly man. Usually you preferred playing a little harder to get, but from the moment you moved into Hawkins and met Chief Jim Hopper, you wanted him. And if you had to act a little too obviously interested to get his attention, then so be it. Otherwise he’d have never gotten a clue, since he’d had some warped idea that you were too young and pretty for him.

 But once you had gone on that first date, the rest was history. It had been hot and heavy from the start, especially after he’d asked what you were doing at Enzo’s with him and not someone younger and more carefree, someone who had their life together. You had smiled, grabbed his hand where it laid on the table, and told him that none of the youthful boys around town made you wet with just one glance, and none of them made you feel both recklessly turned on and completely safe at the same time. But he did.

 He had practically eye-fucked you for the rest of dinner, and you barely made it back to your place in one piece, Hopper unable to keep both hands on the wheel during the drive there. He had fucked you up against the wall right inside the front door, and it would be a miracle if the neighbors hadn’t heard your screams of ecstasy.

The chemistry between the two of you was off the charts, and it was by far the best sex you’d ever had. Just the thought of the things Hopper could do, of the reactions he was able to elicit from your body, had a shiver going down your spine as you cut the sandwich in half and took a bite.

 You had just finished chewing and swallowing when there came the unmistakable sound of tires screeching recklessly into the driveway, followed shortly by the loud slam of a car door. Putting down the sandwich, you walked from the kitchen into the living room. Right as you were starting to feel a bit alarmed, someone came up the front steps and crossed the porch, and your worry instantly turned into excitement. Those heavy, booted steps could only belong to one man...

 Standing there with bated breath, you heard the key you had recently given him turn in the lock, anticipation making your thighs clench. The door swung open and there he was, filling the entrance with his broad shoulders, gaze immediately zeroing in on where you stood in the middle of the living room. He walked inside, the door slamming slightly as he forcibly closed it with his boot. Dressed in his snug Chief’s uniform, your mouth watered at the sight of all that sexually frustrated man focused in your direction. His eyes trailed down over your form, nostrils flaring as he realized that all that stood between him and the lingerie you had teased him about was a thin layer of purple terry cloth.

 He took a step forward, but then halted when you danced backwards two steps. Brows furrowing, he took another step to test the waters, and sure enough, you backed up again. A teasing smile and cocked eyebrow signaled your enjoyment of the game, though Hopper looked far from amused. He suddenly came at you with a growl, but before he could get within arm’s reach, you turned with a squeal and fled.

 Adrenaline, fueled by a mixture of fear and excitement, pumped through your veins as bare feet darted from the living room and across cool kitchen tiles. The roles were suddenly switched from earlier, and the pursuer was now the prey.

 Skidding around the counter island in the kitchen, you grabbed the edge of the surface to help halt your forward movement, breath accelerated as you saw Hopper storm into the room only a second later. He eyed the counter with disdain then looked up and locked eyes with you, the intensity in his stare causing hair to stand up on the back of your neck.

 “You’re only digging yourself a deeper grave, sweetheart,” came the gruff warning.

 “That so?” you taunted back. “Guess you’ll just have to punish me then...if you think you’re quick enough, old man.”

 You saw the flash of anger in his eyes at your jab a split second before he charged around the counter on your right. Almost falling for it, you started to run to the left before realizing at the last second that he had only feinted going one way before abruptly turning around and charging the opposite. His intent was to cut you off before you could make it out of the kitchen, but you ruined the plan by skidding to a stop on the tiles. He was almost within arm’s reach when you flew back the other way, careening around the same side of the counter you had entered from and making a break across the kitchen back towards the living room.

 Heart in your throat, you sprinted through the lower level of the house, the bottom of the robe flapping out behind you like a beacon. There was a dart of euphoric satisfaction that you had thwarted him, as you beelined straight for the staircase with the goal of making it to the bedroom and closing the door. If you could get it locked in time, then it would be beyond entertaining to see what his next move would be. Images of him begging you to open the door and let him in flashed through your mind, making you smirk with sadistic glee. However, you should’ve known he wouldn’t let you get that far. Despite his size, Hopper was swifter and lighter on his feet than most people would suspect. In fact, you’d later look back and wonder if he had purposely let you think you were winning, and had actually been toying with you the entire time before waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and capture his prey.

 You hadn’t even heard him gaining on you, so it came as a surprise when you only made it halfway up the staircase before strong fingers wrapped around your ankle, causing you to fall to your knees on the carpeted steps with a cry. Refusing to admit defeat, you continued to try and move forward, leg kicking against his grip, but he was unrelenting. You felt him come up the steps behind you, the presence of his large body hovering expectantly, waiting for you to turn over and accept your fate.

 “You should know better than to run from the police, baby,” he drawled in a raspy, lust-ridden voice.

 A shudder of arousal went through you at the words, and you slowly turned over onto your back, his hand still holding your ankle captive. He was looming over you, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the world. Looking up at his face, you saw that his pupils were blown wide with lust. The sight caused a smirk to twitch at the edges of your lips, satisfied to know that you weren’t the only one physically affected by all of this.

 “You think this is funny?” he growled menacingly, leaning down until his face was inches from your own. “Did you enjoy making me chase after you? Perhaps I should show you what happens to bad little girls who play games with the chief.”

 With that, his grip left your ankle as he all but tore into the tie of your robe, flinging it open and off your body. A groan of masculine arousal accompanied his hand diving between your legs, and you gave a soft cry at the feel of his fingers pressing into the soaked crotch of the teddy.

 “You weren’t lying about not being able to return this, baby. Even if the wetness wasn’t enough evidence, they’d be able to smell your cunt on it from a mile away.”

 Gasping at his filthy words, you were so focused on arching up into his fingers for more friction that you barely registered the sound of clinking metal. The realization of what he was doing hit a second too late, as Hopper lifted his hand from your crotch, grabbed both your wrists, and had the handcuffs clicked into place in the span of mere seconds. Even though it was futile, you still pulled at the cuffs, which only served to press the unrelenting metal into your flesh. You gave a huff of frustration that instantly turned into a squeal of surprise when he picked you up off the steps and threw you over his shoulder. Desire swirled in you at how his strength made you feel light as a feather, while the world also swirled as your head was suddenly upside down and staring at an absolutely delectable ass in tight, beige pants.

 Your own ass must’ve also been a distraction, as a warm hand came down with a smack on your left buttock that was bared by the thong of the teddy. He gave a second smack to the other cheek, causing you to groan and clench your fingers into the back of his shirt as he started up the rest of the steps and down the hall towards the bedroom.

 Once inside the room, he tossed you down onto the bed, back bouncing on the mattress from the force. Immediately trying to roll over and away, unwilling to admit defeat, your escape plan was cut short before it even began. His unyielding body came down over your own, thick thighs straddling your waist as he gathered your cuffed wrists in one hand and pinned them to the mattress above your head.

 Leaning down, he took your earlobe between his teeth before whispering, “Ah ah, baby. None of that. I caught you fair and square, and now you’re mine.”

 Shivering at both the feel of his mouth and the words coming out of it, your body squirmed underneath him with anticipation, declaring its surrender without your brain’s permission. Moving down to your neck, he sucked the flesh roughly, bringing blood to the surface so that you’d carry the mark of his possession around for days to come.

 The hand not holding your wrists captive ran down over your side, mapping the curves of your waist and thigh, his calloused fingers causing goosebumps to erupt on your flesh. He continued to skim past the places that wanted his touch the most, tracing fingertips lightly along the sides of your breasts in the black lace and along your lower stomach, before changing direction up and away from the part of you that wept for him. He caressed you slowly until every nerve ending was straining for him to do more, to give your body what it was craving. In response to your panting whimpers, he brought his mouth up to hover mere centimeters from your own, teasing you with his warm breaths.

 “What wrong, baby? I thought you enjoyed playing games?”

 Damn him to hell. You had no clue how he still had any control left, but apparently he was keeping a tight rein on his desire until he paid you back in full for your earlier teasing. You had meant to drive him mad with lust and be in control of the situation, but had apparently underestimated Hopper’s revenge tactics, which left you as the one panting and begging for more.

 Giving a groan of frustration when both large hands lifted from your body, you felt cold and bereft. Frustration turned to excitement at the sight of his fingers undoing the front of his pants, and you subconsciously licked your lips at the sight. Giving a deep chuckle at the motion, Hopper rasped, “Yea, you got the right idea, baby.”

 When the pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, he reached inside and pulled out his thick cock, the tip already weeping with desire. Unable to help the impulse, you lowered your hands towards it like a moth to flame, but they were grabbed roughly before you could even make contact. Shoving them back into the mattress above your head as he once more covered your body with his own, he leaned down and growled, “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

 A raspy moan and frantic nod was your response, the teddy becoming even more soaked at his words. A slow, arrogant smirk curled his lips; Hopper knew how much you got off on being praised, and he wasn’t afraid to use that knowledge to his advantage.

 “Then do as I say and keep your hands just like that, sweetheart. If you don’t move them while I fuck your pretty little mouth, then maybe I’ll let you come.”

 Another panting nod was all you could manage at the moment, your gaze fixated on the cock bobbing closer to you as he moved up the bed until he was straddling your shoulders. Grabbing his dick with one large hand, he gave a few slow, rolling strokes before placing the tip against your lips.

 “Open up, baby. Time to show the chief what a good little cock sucker you are.”

 You obeyed instantly, lips parting on a moan as Hopper fed you his cock. He started off slow and easy, barely moving his hips, which automatically motivated you to take control. Moving your head back and forth, you took him in with no added assistance. Grunts of pleasure fell from above as your tongue swirled around his tip and mouth worked his length. Looking upwards, you felt another gush of wetness between your legs at the sight of Hopper staring back down at you, heavy-lidded gaze focused on the sight of his cock disappearing between your lips.

Suddenly, he went from passive recipient to once more being in charge. His hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled forward while thrusting his hips. The movement forced his cock down your throat until his balls hit your chin and dark pubic hair tickled your nose, a strangled, fuck coming from the man above you. Eyes instantly watering as you gave a slight gag, you looked up at Hopper pleadingly, even though you knew the sadistic part of him loved watching you struggle to take him.

 It was all you could do to keep your wrists in place and not try to buck him off, but then his other hand came down and gently cupped your face as he rumbled, “What a good girl. You look so fucking sexy while choking on my dick, baby. I can’t decide if I want to come down your throat or wait until I get in that beautiful pussy.”

 His words caused your throat to instantly relax and loosen in submission, while your pussy clenched tightly with jealousy that it wasn’t the one being currently filled. As if he knew your body’s new dilemma, he reached back and down between your legs, which instantly spread to make room for his hand. Shoving the soaked fabric to the side, he ran a thick finger down your slit, causing your hips to buck and throat to moan around his cock, the vibrations wringing a strangled snarl from his lips. Two fingers easily slid inside your dripping cunt, his thrusts accompanied by the sloppy wet sounds of your arousal gushing around his digits. You felt dizzy, both with desire and the lack of oxygen, as you laid there with his dick down your throat, clenching on his fingers. Both your mouth and pussy provided him with a warm, wet welcome and begged for more, the two of you groaning simultaneously at the sensations.

 Disappointment and oxygen hit your lungs when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth, a long string of saliva hanging precariously between the tip of his cock and your lower lip before it broke and fell. Giving a cough and taking a deep gasp of air, you felt his fingers also leave your body as he reached into the front pocket of his undone pants and pulled out a set of keys. It was obvious by his pulsing, reddened cock that he had been close to coming but decided to wait until he got between your thighs, a decision which made your cunt pulse in eager anticipation.

 Jingling the keys teasingly between his fingers, he said, “You still going to be a good girl if I take these off?”

 Nodding frantically, you arched your body underneath him, panting, “Yes! Please, Jim!”

 Satisfied with your submissive response, he leaned up over your head, and you felt the cuffs fall away as he unlocked them. He set both cuffs and keys on the bedside table before taking a moment to bring your wrists down in front of his face, rubbing them gently while inspecting to make sure there hadn’t been any damage done. The gesture sent a flutter through your chest; even during intense moments such as this, Hopper’s protectiveness still reared its head, reinforcing that you were always safe with him.

 Once satisfied with his inspection, he moved off the bed before turning to fix desire-blazed eyes on you, thighs spread and chest panting as you awaited his next move. Without hesitation, he reached down and shoved the teddy’s straps off your shoulders, roughly peeling it down your body as if he were a kid tearing into a long-awaited present on Christmas morning. The fabric scraped down over your rock-hard nipples, causing a faint shiver, then was pulled off your hips and legs so that the cool air of the room hit your desire-glazed cunt.

 “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

 Smiling at his praise, you arched your back a little and cupped both hands under your breasts, offering yourself up to him.

 The animalistic sound that came from his throat sent chills down your spine, and he wasted no time in tearing off his uniform. You watched greedily as more and more skin was revealed, biting your bottom lip to muffle the moan of arousal when he stood naked and proud. You got a fine view of his muscled ass when he walked across the room to his chest of drawers, yanking the top one open and pulling out a condom. He came back but stopped at the foot of the bed, his sharp gaze searing a path down the length of your curves before lifting and locking onto your own.

 “Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for the chief, baby,” he commanded in his best cop voice while tearing open the condom and rolling it down his throbbing cock.

 Body begging to be filled, you immediately obeyed, flipping onto all fours on the mattress, ass up and legs widely parted in presentation. Unable to resist a little teasing, you slowly rocked your hips back and forth while looking over your shoulder at him with a knowing grin. A jolt of excitement went through you at the expletive hissed from a clenched jaw, his predatory gaze raking downward, greedily taking in the way you were spread out on the bed and waiting for him. He had frozen for a moment with your movement, but quickly recovered and moved forward onto the bed at record speed, his body radiating heat and hunger as it came up behind your own.

 His rough hands trailed down over your sides while his cock bumped against your inner thighs, causing a shudder to ripple along your flesh. Arching back into him, you let out a whine of impatience, tired of the games and just wanting him to fuck you.

 Knowing you were getting desperate, he leaned down so his front fit to your back with mouth at your nape, as he whispered, “You ready for my cock, sweetheart?”

 His words stole your breath, so that you could only nod frantically before pulling enough oxygen to breath out a shaky, “Yes.”

 Unable to deny both of you any longer, he reached down with one hand to line his dick up at your entrance, and slowly pushed inside. Mewling with pleasure, you tried to widen your thighs even more on the mattress and gripped the bedspread as your walls stretched around his thick length. Fuck, but he was big, and your body never failed to remind you of that. No matter how many times the two of you had sex, that slight burn of possession always made itself known during that first thrust.

 Once he was balls deep, he went still for a few long moments, both of you savoring the feel of him deep inside. Then he planted his left hand down on top of your own on the mattress, the gesture dominant and possessive, yet also reassuring, while his other hand snaked around the front of your waist and dove between your open thighs. The tips of his fingers unerringly found your swollen clit, zeroing in with tight, fast circles in the rhythm needed to make you moan and instinctively push back into him. If there was one thing Hopper had learned over the past months of dating, it was exactly how to touch you in a way guaranteed to make come.

 And if there was one thing you had learned about Hopper, it was that dirty talk affected him just as much as it did you.

 “You can go again later, right?” you tried to sound seductive and saucy, but it came out as more of a breathless whimper.

 “Was that an insult, little girl? You think I can’t keep up with you?” he growled in your ear, fingers speeding up into even faster and tighter circles on your bundle of nerves.

 Shaking your head, you gasped, “I just really...w-want…I want to...”

 “Want to what?”

 Almost convulsing at the carnal, deep command in his voice, you panted loudly for a few moments before answering. “I want to finish what I started...suck you off. I want to feel you come in my mouth.” The words were puffed out in a rush at the end, head dropping forward from the overwhelming pleasure of his body over and in yours.

 “Fuck,” was the only verbal response, followed by the hand on top of yours lifting to grip tightly onto your hip. His thrusts increased until you had to clench the bedspread for dear life to keep from being forced face-first into the headboard.

 Even though it was usually him using filthy words to take control, to make you beg and come, the idea of turning the tables caused more wetness to run down your thighs. He might be dominating your body right now, but you had the key to dominating his mind.

 “Do you want that? Me taking your cock in my mouth, deep down my throat.”

 “Sweetheart…” he groaned warningly, his hips stuttering out of rhythm for a moment as he fought off his orgasm. The fingers at your hip dug in painfully as he jackhammered into you, while his other hand kept its punishing rhythm on your clit. Toes curling, you could feel him start to lose his iron-tight control, and fuck if that didn’t amp your own arousal up to new heights.

 “I want it...I want to suck your dick and...swallow every drop of your cum,” you gasped between heaving breaths.

 “Jesus fuck!” he cried, and a dart of triumph went through you as he upped his movements in a way that was pure carnal instinct, his control flying out the window and body taking over. Cock pounding so hard that his balls slapped your clit with each thrust, the wet sounds coming from your bodies was so obscenely erotic that you could only moan in response and hold on. The coil drew tighter until you were unable to speak even if you wanted to, knuckles turning white and every muscle in your body tensed as you hurtled towards the peak.

 With an animalistic groan, Hopper went over the edge, his large body shaking behind yours as the throes of ecstasy hit him. Not wanting to leave you behind, he kept thrusting, trying to drag you down with him. When his hand lifted away for a split second, only to then come down hard in a slap directed perfectly on your throbbing clit, you exploded. Sparks of pleasure radiated through your entire body, making your back arch and cunt pulse as you wordlessly cried out Hopper’s name like a litany.

 It took a while to come down from the high, both your bodies shuddering against one another with aftershocks. Giving a whimper when his now-limp cock left your body, you collapsed onto your side at the same time he also rolled onto the bed. Snuggling up behind you, his body spooned along your own so you could still feel his chest rapidly rising and falling, his breaths loudly puffed out against the back of your neck and causing goosebumps on your sweat-dampened flesh.

 You laid there in silence for a couple minutes, just soaking in the moment and allowing your heart rates to slow down to a more normal rhythm. Rolling over to face Hopper, you ran soothing fingers over his chest and looked up at him, happy to see his usual brooding expression had relaxed and the usual lines of tension he carried in his face and shoulders had eased.

 “So?” you asked expectantly, trying not to grin when his eyebrows raised in question.

 “So, what?” he grumbled, voice already taking on a sleepy quality that let you know he wouldn’t be conscious for much longer.

 “So...was I a good girl? Or do I need to try again?”

 His eyes, which had been drifting shut, shot back open and locked onto yours. He studied you intently, cop face firmly in place. “Ma’am, are you purposely trying to kill me? Because murdering a police officer is a serious offense.”

 Giggling with delight, which made his own lips curl upwards at the edges, you leaned in and whispered against his lips, “Even more serious than running from said police officer?”

 Closing the distance so that his mouth covered your own, he kissed you breathless before pulling back and murmuring, “They’re both serious, and you’ll be punished accordingly once I get feeling back in my legs.”

 Smiling, you traced fingers down along the side of his stubbled cheek and across his strong jaw. “I think it was only fair, considering.”

 “Hmm?” was the rumbled response, his eyes once again closed.

 “I just figured that after all the pursuing I did in the beginning to get your attention, it was about time you were the one who had to chase me.”

 Groaning in exasperation, he wrapped large arms around your waist and pulled you in close, body pressed full-length against his own. “You and the boys at the station are never going to move on and let me live that down, are you?” This was murmured in a low tone that let you know he wouldn’t be conscious for much longer, and you internally preened that he was so worn out.

 Since it was obvious he didn’t plan on returning to work anytime soon, you laid your head on the pillow next to his with a contented sigh. A quick nap couldn’t hurt before you roused him for round two and made good on your dirty words from earlier. You could hardly wait to try and make him lose control again, and maybe you could even sneak those handcuffs back in somehow.

 A soft snore broke the silence, Hopper unable to stay conscious long enough to finish the teasing conversation. However, knowing he was asleep made you bold enough to answer his question in a more honest way, the words a whispered confession of commitment.  

 “If it means more afternoons like this, then no, I won’t move on...ever.”

[itsakpopalypse]

Han Sanghyuk (VIXX)  Astrology : How He Loves

“After you basically FORCED me into making Hyuk my ult... would you be so kind and kill me with his chart, thank you and I love you ❤” - @randomkpopfiction

A/N ohhhh  YOU KNOW I’D LOVE TO  😂👀

as always, fluff in the beginning, 18+ under the cut!!

Cute Cancer puppy on his way to your heart like

Alright !!!

Libra rising and Moon,  (FLIRT BATTLE)

Cancer Sun, these specific placements indicate he is going to be sooooo needy for your attention... but only once he has let you in

everyone knows it’s hard to get past the crab’s shell, and he will make you WORK for his feelings in the beginning

once you have obtained his good grace, however, you must be ready to receive it ALL

because both Libra is needy, and Cancer is jealous.

 if he has gained interest in you he will be single minded, 

think flirt flirt flirt... oh.. oh no wait,.wait are these real feelings?? 

scared and confused he thought he was having fun

then he figures himself out and he goes for it headfirst. His mars is Virgo so there’s no doubt that he will pursue you with an intensity unexpected from his silly nature. 

Mercury and Venus in Gemini, which suggests he is going to witty and snarky

playful banter 10/10 

cancer’s tend to be very emotionally evolved when their own needs are met

so if you give him the affection and maybe puff his ego a little you will get that back tenfold.

Romance with him is going to be a constant surprise

Gemini venus craves unique and exciting love

so imagine you’re coming in from a hard day at work, everything is normal

but the house is ... unusually quiet. 

you come around  a corner only to be greeted by a giggly Hyuk attacking you with water balloons

and he will point to a bucket full of your own ammo

and next thing you know you are chasing each other around

there’s laughing screaming giggling smooching

he is absolutely going to physically actually hold things over your head.

like

actually

and he will be competitive AF

and Mars in Virgo.... well. he’s driven once he has a focus. and that’s all i’ll say for now

He’s stubborn

like he will probably fight you just to fight you 

cancer’s don’t like to back down

luckily there is enough air in his chart that he will be reasonable if you are logical

but expect silly little debates over other unimportant things because uh

he’s going to want to be right

deep down he is much gentler than he at first appears, and his Moon and Venus play a large part in that 

expect REALLY thoughtful gifts and compliments

he won’t be 100% the cuddliest in public

but he would be the type to hold your hand under the table 

or slide two fingers into your belt look while you are walking just to tug you closer that’s cute

place little kisses on top of your head and comment on how “Cute. You’re short”

even if you aren’t, he’s just a giant

at the end of the day, he would actually be a goey mess for his significant other

expect him to be your number one supporter and best friend

He wants you to feel as confident as he does and he wants you to know how much he cares

will be the type to stare at you when  you are not looking and when you turn he pretends he wasn’t

even years into the relationship

because his very romantic Libra moon wants to see the poetry in the lines of your face, shining from your soul out.

a sweetie, beneath the constant teasing

Oops guess we getting Sp I CY 

Hyuk stans, come collect I am done with your hellhound

this chart is HIGH KEY FRIGHTENING

not because he is the dom-est of any dom

but because his placement is perfect for that push and pull type of bedroom shenanigans that not only will you never get tired of, 

but will also be worn out by, pretty much on the reg

hey your cervix had a nice run right?

REMEMBER WITTY GEMINI MERCURY  and VENUS

well it’s in lilith too, Lilith which... controls your sensuality and darker sides...

yeah that  means he is a WHOLE FUCKIN TEASE

I am talking MARATHONS of teasing

starting like... two days ahead

tiniest touches that venture just out of the range of normal

just enough to set your skin aflame

but he is acting like... nothing is different hey are you okay why are you so flushed?

I’d say I wanna fight him for you but no one is gonna fight SangHulk successfully 

Acts like everything is normal only to do it again later

fingers brushing up the back of your neck

speaks too close to your ear

and once he is ready to strike??

oh the teasing is not over yet 

the type to withhold your pleasure until you are out of your mind begging

before his Virgo mars decides okay, you wanna come? sure. now keep going until I let you stop. 

why is he actually the devil I’m

now with all that Gemini , he could be pretty switchy

but he gives off big “Earn it” energy ya know

like, he’d LET you tie him to the bed, 

but if you teased back the way he does.... he’s breaking out and when he does, 

good luck 

That’s when he would turn on the more aggressive side, 

leaves bites on your inner thighs

might make it a heart cause he thinks that shit is romantic

His Pluto (Scorpio) and Moon (Libra) are dominant planets, so he would be a bit more...

rough, and dark when you mess with him

size kink 12/10 he will throw you around like you are a feather because he can

fucks you against the wall because he’s been teased and teasing all day and just can’t wait anymore

they type to grab you by the hips and pull you back onto him, 

like even when you’re on top, he’s got to show off

praise him and he will reward you by getting more exuberant 

if you can handle that 

SNARKY COMMENTS AFTER

oh you are walking a little stiff ??

Brings it up as though he’s worried. “Oh no, are you okay? you look tight?”

Will offer to give you a massage and if you accept he really will do it. 

genuinely wants you to feel better... but it will get sensual fast

Gemini is a horny sign IM SORRY

so that leads to round two

slow, deep, feel every ridge  on the drag out,

the sharp snap of his hips until you can almost taste it

probably into choking

fuck you have seen his hands right???

like what else are those? for ?

probably buys you some expensive choker to cover up any marks that may happen

mostly he likes it cause it’s almost a collar

Cancer’s are jealous after all

definitely into marking, 

but discretely

ya know, stake your claim, but make it fashion

honestly though, even though he is kind of the world’s biggest little shit, he would be really romantic and thoughtful

expect actual aftercare cuddles and TONS of praise

thanks for your patience !

as an in general authors note, life has been the busiest the last month or so. I am hoping normalcy will return so I can write more regularly, thank you all for understanding !!

[softupshur]

When This Blows Over: Chapter 3

Can also be read here

A continuation of this

“The variants are loose, the doctors are dead, and I have no one but myself to count on to clean up this mess.”

I never realized how maddening the layout of this place was until now. It’s been an hour and I have yet to find a way out of here. The one exit I did find was blocked from the other side.

Damn whoever thought that was a good idea.

They better hope I never find them, or getting fired will be the least of their worries.

I stopped walking and took a deep breath to calm myself. I didn’t have the luxury to get angry. Not yet. I had to keep my focus on surviving through the night. I just had to hold on until Tactical got here, then I could go home and drink this all away.

But they weren’t here yet. I had to carry on whether I liked it or not.

With my priorities back in order, I pressed forward.

The male ward was mostly quiet, aside from a few patients too broken to notice me. I should have enjoyed the break, but it was all too easy. There was always a catch. Always.

“Hey, there’s one!”

I looked over my shoulder at a couple variants standing at the end of the hall. Though I would have preferred there to be only one, I was glad they were of a reasonable enough size for me to put up a fight if need be.

Still, I chose to run. Only this time, I knew it was for convenience, rather than cowardice. I kept an eye out for open doors and dove into the first one I could find. I slammed the door behind me. I searched for a lock, but I was forced to settle on using the bed as a barricade.

It would hold well enough, but there was a second door I had to worry about. I slammed it shut and searched for something to keep it closed, but there was nothing, and the pounding was coming from both doors.

I didn’t worry about the barricaded entrance. I held my baton and kept my eyes on the unprotected entrance. It wasn’t long until the door fell from its hinges at the variant’s efforts, but before he could attack, I landed a hit on the side of his head. It should have been enough for him to lose consciousness, but when it came to these mutants, it was only enough to stun and dizzy him for a few moments, but it was long enough for me to shove him aside and make a run past him, down the hall.

For a time, it was enough to run them in circles. I hoped for them to lose interest, but a dead end put a kink in my plan. Then came the pounding at the door.

I first looked up for a vent, but there was only a dumb waiter in the room. It was just big enough for me to squeeze into and it would have to do for my escape. I pressed the button and the small gate opened. I went into it and pressed the button to take me up.

The gate closed me in, as the variants knocked the door down, and the waiter took me away, but I didn’t relax yet.

While the waiter gave me an escape, it could very well bring me into another danger. I kept my guard and hold on the baton, but when the waiter made its stop, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Only a wide, open room.

Nothing I could see was a cause for concern, but when I stepped out of the waiter, groans and screams echoed from the halls. Not the enraged or hysterical cries I’ve heard all night, but something pathetic and desperate.

I kept hold of my weapon. I braced myself for an ambush as I started down the hall, but all I found were mangled men strapped to beds. They looked even worse than the variants and they pleaded for death that I didn’t have the time to give them. I would have passed them by completely if I didn’t recognize one of the voices.

“B-Blaire...is that you?”

I stopped to stare at one of the men on the beds. He looked more like a corpse than a man, but I knew the voice belonged to one of the men from the business department. I should have ignored him, but seeing a fellow executive in such a sorry state was worth investigating if just to avoid ending up in his place.

“Gary? Who the hell did this to you?”

“Not...not a patient. An e...executive...like...us…”

I stepped back. I knew the engine could get into the heads of the employees. Even I suffered a migraine or two on its account, but I had never seen an employee suffer anything worse than a night terror and some mad ramblings. None of them ever hurt anyone except…

Shit.

I should have taken my chance with the variants downstairs. Hell, I’d rather navigate around Walker again than risk another minute here.

I became careless. I walked too fast. I forgot to look over my shoulder, and it left me wide open for an attack from the shadows.

I was then face to face with a haggard old man. He looked like someone skinned him alive, chewed him up, then spit him back out. He’d probably be dead where he stood if not for the drip in his arm pumping god knows what in him to keep him alive. He looked like nothing but skin and bones, but still had the strength to deliver a powerful blow to my stomach with the bone shears he carried.

I clutched to my wound and found blood on palm. I stumbled backwards, and waited for it to end there, when the asshole spoke to me.

“Jer?”

The last I saw of Rick was when they wheeled him away to the engine. I could still hear him pleading for me to stop it, as if I had another choice.

“Rick?”

The remains of what used to be the head of business development threw its head back and laughed.

“Well, you really are a sight for sore eyes, buddy!” He held out his hand to help me up and for some reason, I accepted the help.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I asked when I stood. My gut was hurting like a bitch, but I wouldn’t let him know it.

“You can’t tell? It’s the new business model!” He motioned to the carnage and viscera like it was another one of his loaded charts. God, did he know how to ramble at those meetings. Always went over time.

The memory made me groan and rub my temple. I really didn’t have the time for this, but I would rather he talk my ear off than use those scissors again. At least until I figured out my next plan of action.

“Sure thing, but you’re going to want to take a seat for this one!” He took a wheelchair by one of the gurneys and offered it to me.

I’ll admit it was nice to sit down, if just for a chance to recover from my new wound, and if I could just keep Rick talk, he’d be too caught up in the sound of his own voice to hurt me again.

When I took my seat, Rick came behind and pushed me around like I was some invalid. It was humiliating, but my gut hurt too much to argue.

“So you know this whole Walrider business, right?”

“Of course I do. That’s the whole reason we’re here.”

“Well you remember the Crypt Keeper’s memo last month, right?”

I chuckled at the nickname for old Wernicke. “God he made us sit through a whole meeting just to make sure we don’t worship the damn thing. Lasted a whole fucking hour.”

“But do you know why we had to sit through that?”

“Because some of our interns were stupid enough to believe the patient delusions. Everyone knows this.”

“That’s what I thought too, but there’s more to it.”

“Oh?”

“This Walrider bullshit is a bigger moneymaker than we thought possible, and I think Wernicke wanted that little secret all to himself.”

“And what secret is that?”

“That letting this thing be worshiped is actually a recipe for instant profit!”

“God, Rick. Don’t tell me you’re a born again through the Walrider now.”

Rick laughed. “Aw, Jer. What kind of moron do you take me for? You and I both know that thing is just science gone too far! I’m just saying that letting others worship the thing can help our cause here.”

I guess this was a collaborative project now.

“You still haven’t said how this benefits us.”

“C’mon, Jer! You gotta get creative here! Do you never see the collection tray passed around at Sunday service? Those zealots are loaded!”

“God, I don’t even remember the last time I went to church, but I think I get your point. You’re looking to exploit a new religion?” I hate to admit, but he was almost onto something.here. Maybe if the engine didn’t fry his brain, I could have taken him seriously.

“Now you’re up to speed! Look at what it’s done already!” He stopped the wheelchair in the doorway of another room of mutilated men. If nothing else, he was certainly thorough. “Do you think I could have gotten all these test subjects without Wernicke’s project floating around? I tell you, buddy, the Walrider is just the start! Now that I’m getting the hang of this whole doctor thing, I think I’m really close to a breakthrough! Wernicke better watch out! I might knock him off his throne real soon!”

The only impressive thing about Rick’s new hobby was how many of his “patients” survived. Maybe he could have been a miracle worker with a PHD.

I laughed just to humor the poor devil. “You really are diligent as always, Rick. I’ll give you that.”

“Aw, you’re making me blush!”

“Heh, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“You know, I used to think about that a lot.” Rick’s voice was almost somber.

“What do you mean?”

“Back when I was first put in the engine.”

My heart stopped.

“I just about hated you back then. I think for about a week, I wanted you dead, but now I think I owe you one.”

What the hell.

“I wouldn’t have made all these breakthroughs if not for you! You really do learn a lot in there! Got me out of a rut and helped me find my dream job! And the best part? No more Monday Morning meetings!”

God. We really shouldn't have put him in the engine during his mid life crisis, but there was no choice. It was better he go mad in here than try to present his model to the rest of the world.

At least he was too long gone to hate me.

My wound was still hurting me, but I forced myself from the wheelchair then. I best end this on a good note while I still can.

“Well, Rick, catching up has been great and all, but I have work to attend to. You know how it is around here.”

“Do I ever! You always were a nose to the grindstone kind of guy, but I get it. You got your projects. I got mine.”

“I’m glad you understand.” I kept my voice even through the pain, but Rick still saw me wince.

“Hold up there! You want me to get you something for that cut? I think I got you pretty good there.”

“I’ll be fine.” I took a step back. “It hurts like hell, but I don’t think it’s deep enough to bleed me dry.”

Rick shrugged. “If you say so, but if you need anything you know where to find me!”

“Thanks.”

I started for the quickest way out, but found the doors barricaded.

“What the hell?” I looked to Rick for an explanation.

“Oh, you’re going to want to leave those there.”

“But the fastest way out is through here.”

“Just use the elevator if you want to get out.”

“I’ve already been going in circles long enough. You can put your barricades up when I leave for all I care.”

“Hey, no need to get testy with me! I’m just saying if you go that way, you have a good chance of a run in with the man downstairs.”

“Specifics, please.”

“Gluskin.”

I recalled the crime scene photos of his handiwork before his arrest. God knows what he was up to now.

“Thank you, Rick.”

This time I meant it.