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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..) ❞

word count: 1.9k

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 "

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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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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.

#top male reader #dom male reader #smut #male reader #dom reader #top reader #x male reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv x male reader #incculum works #sub character #sub miguel o'hara #bottom miguel o'hara

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scap34 · 10 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.”

#sub gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #top male reader #sub male character #sub male yandere #dom reader #sugarbaby reader #Sugar daddy gojo satoru #bottom gojo #possessive behavior

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volttrashz · 1 month

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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 ��ɪʟᴋ, ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀ��ɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 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 ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ 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

tags: @nesli26 @chikai-k

#sub character #atsv smut #miguel o'hara x male reader #bottom miguel o'hara x male reader #top male reader #atsv miguel #miguel smut #seme male reader

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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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d3vilcvntz · 4 months

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sub character x top male reader

(reader's gender isn't really specified but reader is written to have a cock)

i need men that are desperate fr

men who will literally begged on his knees for you to not leave him all alone,, he'll get lonely if you're gone too long :(

men who will do anything for your attention. sitting between your legs while you were doing your work,, putting your cock inside his mouth,,your cock reaching the back of his throat as you're so huge,,making him choke as he's not used to take it this deep :( but he still wanted to be your good little slut so he'll just have to get used to it

you telling him to behave and to not touch himself,, he was aching all over,, but he still listened to your commands

after all he wants to be your good boy ♡

men who begged you to cum inside him,, to impregnate him. he knows it's not possible but with your cum bulging on his stomach and the way your cock move inside his slutty hole,, the thought of having your kids is all he have in his head <3

men who cries all day because you slightly raised your voice at him once, he never wanted to make you mad :(

though, you did feel bad about it and tries to apologise to him by pounding his slutty hole,, whispering compliments on how good his hole is eating you up and how good he is being for you,, his eyes rolling back and mouth agape from how hard you're thrusting inside him <33

he loves you so much that he will literally do anything for you, but please don't be too mean with him, he can't handle it :(

~☆• my request is open currently <3

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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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l1tw1ck · 4 months

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My Liege

bottom!ftm!knight Xiao x top!masc!king reader

☆ Word Count: 1,128 ☆

AFAB Language Used | Don't expect a part two this was in the vault for months 😭

CW: Non-Con, Dacryphilia, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Belly Bulge, Riding, Squirting

Reader Discretion is Advised

As the king of Liyue, it's expected for you to have personal bodyguards. Between you and your husband, Zhongli, you have 4 knights.

Ganyu, Keqing, Shenhe, and Xiao. You typically take Xiao and Keqing due to their rationality and level heads. On trips to smaller and safer places you only bring Xiao.

These particular trips allow you to spend some time with your secret lover. You still think back on the first time you started your new relationship.

"May I ask where we're going, your highness?" Xiao asks, following you to an unknown location.

"Just somewhere to get away from the crowd. It was a little too much to handle today." You reply, leading him to a secluded and worn down building. "Do a perimeter check." You enter the place and look around, happy to find a chair that's still intact.

"Yes sir." Xiao looks around the area and defeats any hilichurls and slimes that were lingering around. After double checking, he stands in front of the entrance. You grab Xiao and force him to sit down with you, pushing his back against your chest.

"Sir?" Xiao whispers worriedly, assuming there's a person somewhere.

You lean your head down to talk in his ear. "Shh." Your arm is wrapped around his stomach so he doesn't move, your other hand tugging his tank top upwards.

Whenever you tell him to be quiet, he listens and doesn't say a word until you allow him to. So even as you push his top all the way up and grope his chest, he stays silent. Even if he isn't comfortable with it.

"Sorry but I have to use you, Xiao." You kiss his neck. "Zhongli doesn't have time for this kind of thing anymore..." Your hand moves to pull his pants down.

Xiao closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, hating the way you're touching him and how your bulge is pressing against his ass.

"Your body is so pretty, Xiao." You play around with his clit. "Do you know how pretty you are?" Your fingers move down to touch his increasingly wet cunt.

Xiao tries his best not to cry, he hasn't felt this weak in years. He hadn't cried and was convinced he became unable to since his friends died. He couldn't even remember what it was like to cry.

"Pull my pants down for me."

He shakily unzips your slacks and pulls them down. You grab his hips and force him to rub against your bulge. "Come on, do it yourself."

Xiao grimaces and starts rolling his hips. You go back to playing with his clit, making his movements inconsistent and shaky.

"Good boy." You groan and turn his head to look at you.

Xiao comes with a whimper, tightening around nothing. You bring him into a heated kiss, leaving him even more out of breath than he already was.

You turn Xiao to face you completely and bring his hand to the waistband of your boxers. "Do you want it, sweetheart? Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"I...I want your- your co...cock inside me." Xiao frowns and pulls your underwear off, your hard length is making Xiao nervous. "My liege...I'm- I've never done this before...it will hurt, and I need to have the strength to protect you.."

"You can take it, Xiao. I know you can." You grab his sides and hover his body over your cock.

"Y- yes, my liege. I apologize." Xiao's voice shakes. He sucks in a breath before you lower him down, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as your tip pushes through his entrance. He tries his hardest to relax as you shove your full length into him, stretching out his virgin cunt.

Your cock twitches in excitement. "Shit, you feel better than Zhongli."

Xiao struggles to adjust to the foreign feeling, breaking out into uncontrolled sobs. He looks gorgeous with his tummy bulging, he's so small..

“Look at how deep I am inside you, sweetheart.” You make Xiao look at his stomach. He frowns, crying harder. You gently grab his cheeks with one hand and lift his face up. "You're even cuter when you cry." You say before bringing him into a kiss. You rub circles around his clit to make him more comfortable. Xiao whimpers and moans into your mouth, subconsciously moving his hips as you bring him pleasure. He's extremely inexperienced but he tries his best to kiss you back. He hates this but he wants to make you happy. You pull away and look at Xiao's embarrassed expression.

"Was it bad..?" He asks in between sniffles. He’s worried he disappointed you with his bad kissing skills.

"Of course not.." You kiss his wet cheek. "Do you want to make me feel good?"

Xiao nods and tries wiping his tears in an attempt to stop crying but they just keep flowing. You take his hands and place them on your shoulders. “Hold onto me and lift yourself up.”

He squeezes your shoulders and raises himself up while shaking.

“Now bring yourself down.”

Xiao sinks down onto your length, a soft whine leaving his trembling lips.

“Good boy, keep doing that.”

He buries his head in your shoulder, sobbing heavily as he attempts to ride you. You don't do anything to comfort him and let him cry his heart out.

“It hu- hurts-” He whimpers. “It hurts so much-” His strong facade crumbles to pieces.

“You’re doing so well, baby…doing so well for me.” You reassure him.

“Please…please help..” His body aches from crying so hard. He feels humiliated, he’s supposed to be strong and able to withstand pain but he can't handle it. He can't handle you.

“Aw, you’re too cute.” You place your hands on his small waist and take over, raising his body before slamming him down. His eyes roll back as you use his body like a fleshlight. He can just barely stay conscious.

Xiao sobs as you fuck him, overwhelmed by an intense mix of feelings. Humiliation, pain, and…pleasure. It feels…good? Xiao’s eyes widen. No, it feels amazing. He arches his back and comes, squirting like a fountain.

You pull him off you despite the very strong urge to keep fucking him. You don't want to overstimulate him, it’d be hard to explain why you had to carry your own guard home. Xiao looks at you with a dazed expression.

“You did so well, my knight.” You have him sit on your lap. You caress his cheek and he leans into your touch.

You give him time to recover before helping him get dressed. Your boner eventually went down and you never got to come but Xiao’ll make up for it next time.

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kitoshii · 4 months

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Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it

hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character

lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit

stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.

tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.

you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.

your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.

a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.

“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.

your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.

“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”

you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.

“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.

“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.

“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.

his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.

“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”

“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.

you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.

offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.

“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.

“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.

your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.

“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”

you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.

“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.

your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.

your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.

“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”

you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.

“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.

“well, i did warn you.”

“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.

he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.

his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.

a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.

“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.

“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.

you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.

“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.

“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.

his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.

he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.

a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.

“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.

“y’said you wanted to cum, yeah?”

ahhh, i did it ! y’guys proud of me? ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

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