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eccentricallygothic · 2 months ago

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Experienced Sadist!Lloyd Hansen who is addicted to fucking You semi-dry and raw…

Warning(s): Unprotected p-in-v, d/s dynamics, m!Dom, f!sub, Sir kink, semi-dry/raw fucking, spit play, choking, age gap, light consent play I think idk. MDNI.

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“Ouchieee~” you whine against Lloyd's finely shaved cheek, your flush lips press into his hot skin and his mustache tickles your jaw due to the proximity of your faces. “Sir,” you pout and graze the short hair on the sides of his head with your fingernails, a moan escaping your mouth because of how his fingers firmly knead the skin of your ass. “It h- hurts!” You feel his cock twitch against your barely lubricated pussy in response to your words.

His naked chest vibrates against yours as he chuckles, hips rising to sink against yours once more to continue the burning friction of your aching skins. “Aw, sugar” your nearly dry petals desperately cling to his cock because of how tight your cavern is, the deep pink channel moving and pulling down with his cock when it goes to pull out of your needy pussy once more. “I know.” The baritone of his voice makes your hole clench in response.

Lloyd brings one of his hands to your throat and lets his fingers feel your soft skin. “It's supposed to” his fist closes around your voice box once his thumb finishes its dance over your vocal chords and the moment your eyes roll over when your lungs run out of oxygen, the older man gathers a thick, warm blob of spit in his mouth before pouring it down in yours that you part to try and breathe.

A humiliating gurgle sounds from your throat because of how the drop lands right on the back of your throat, the sensation causing for your shoulders to flinch in reaction. The wince that sizzles out of you is shaky and pained but the cruel pleasure that comes from focusing on the aching pleasure that buds past the uncomfortable rubbing of your intimate skins is way too exciting for you to actually end the scene.

You let out a wheeze and your cunt unclamps itself from Lloyd's cock when he finally allows you to breathe. “Please… owchie… please, Sir!” Lloyd tsks when your worked up body releases a pearly droplet of arousal yet again. He reaches for your throbbing pussy with his other hand as he pulls you closer with his chokehold and plants his bushy lips upon yours, the feeling of his coarse facial hairs brushing your soft lip making you moan loud and nearly swallow up the finger that he uses to wipe away your natural lubricant.

He had discovered this a while back, and though it was a rather slow and painful process, the orgasm was always worth it because of how sensitive and desperate it made the two of you. The struggle due to the difficulty in movement that resulted from the minimal slick made you wanting, impatient and wild. So sometimes, like today, Lloyd would deliberately wipe your pussy of its juices -since you always drip puddles for your old man- and then fuck you with the least amount of moisture possible.

��Oh, God, fuck it hurts so bad!” You hiss out when he releases your throat once more and spits on your mouth before snaking his chokehold along your jaw to smear his oral discharge over your lips. “Oh, fuck, ouch— mmmm” Lloyd forces his thumb between your lips and your lips obediently wrap around it to suck at the digit.

“But you like it,” your back arches when he twists one of your nipples between his fingers. “Don't you, my dirty little cock mutt?” Your face scrunches into an expression of pain and wanton and you vigorously nod. “I mean,” he pushes one of your legs over his broad shoulder and you feel his tip ghost over your cervix. “I can stop if it's too much, y'know?” The mock care makes your eyes roll once more.

Ever the tease.

“No! No, please! No!” Your toes curl in your peripheral vision as you pout up at him, feeling yourself getting impaled into the bed because of how tightly he holds your hips to slide into you deep and hard. “Please don't!”

A satisfied smirk makes its way on his face and he grins, shaking in silent mirth. “And why not? I thought it hurt” he's a sadist through and through.

He gets off on this.

“B- Because… Because…” You choke on your own spit when he reaches for your throat once more.

“Because, what?” You cannot shame or blame him, though. Not when you aren't much different from him.

“Because I am your dirty little painslut cock mutt, Sir” you say the words he likes and Lloyd moans before suddenly clanging his fingers against the side of your ass that is exposed to him due to your raised leg. “Ouch!”

“That's fuckin' right, sunshine” his fist closes around your windpipe once more and his face and shoulder trap your elevated knee between them, other arm holding your stray leg down so his fingers can tickle your spread out cunt. Your body spasms at the sensation and your eyes lose their balance, the balls going into a disorder and your vision falters from them crossing in on themselves. “Tsk, look at you, gettin' off to a man twice your age giving a dry beating to your slutty little pussy” your mind disconnects from a gush of depraved euphoria overwhelming it and you breathlessly giggle at his words, nodding along to them mindlessly. “You are my stupid little cross eyed whore, aren't you?” His ears turn red and his own breaths get heavy because of how silly you look.

You distantly nod, out of commission and ready to cum any moment now.

“Hey” Lloyd cannot help but let you breathe when he taps your head back into focus.

“H– Huh?” The heavy thumping of his heavy hand against your brain brings you back to the present moment and you confusedly blink up at him.

“Say it.” His jaw clenches from the sheer willpower it takes him to hold himself back from enacting the beastly urges that moments like these give him where he gets so overwhelmed that all he wants to do is to merge with you completely. “Say it how I like it, right now” Lloyd drops himself on a hand he places next to your head and the motion causes for his cock to hit your guts and you cry out a pained moan. “Let's fucking go.” His flared nose touches yours with a menace that sends a shiver down your spine.

“I- I… ah!” Your orgasm burns out of you and you know what's coming after this. “I am— hnng!” Your back arches and your chin presses into his mustache as a result, your muscles clenching to put everything into the feeling of your high as you cry out and try to get away but Lloyd holds you down. “I am your stupid cross eyed pain mutt, Sir, please!” The cry you let out is blood curdling.

“Good doggy” he pats your head in his typical condescending praise and it only makes you moan louder. “Even though your cum control still needs work, good doggy.” You whine in frustration. It is his acknowledgement to it.

You're going to have to pay for it.

Lloyd is going to put you over his knee and give you a powerful spanking with your painted thighs spread open on display before you can hope to be excused for the day.

And there is not a thing you can do to get away from the wrath of your strict lover.

You are going to take it.

And you are going to love it.

Because what Lloyd wants, goes.

. . .

Someone get my masochistic ass off this site.

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mattydemise · 1 year ago

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Cemetery Man, 1994.

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paperweight91 · 10 months ago

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Which other CE babe is most likely to make boss and boyfriend!Lloyd jealous and territorial? Maybe you’re on the periphery of a business meeting between the two of them, and Babe (unaware you’re Lloyd’s) keeps shooting you slow onceovers and thanking you and giving you warm smiles, and Lloyd is TWO SECONDS AWAY from shooting him in the face lollll.

So I had several thoughts on this….i hope you like my answer 😈

The Green Eyed Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 970

Warnings: jealous!Lloyd, sneaky!reader

A/N: at this point anything under 1k words is a Drabble, if only because I say so. Comments, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!

You had been Lloyds personal assistant for years. This job was your calling. You had always taken such great pride in how well you looked after him. It had been a recent party that had changed everything in your relationship with him.

Lloyd had forgotten his favourite watch at home. Which you of course had to traipse all over to get for him. It wasn’t the end of the world, but annoying when you were supposed to be off the clock.

You knew this was a black tie event, so had made sure to put on your best outfit and do your make up. Even if you were only going to be in and out, you couldn’t let your appearance make Lloyd look bad.

When you arrived at the venue you quickly clocked Lloyd and discreetly made your presence known. He waved you over to the conversation he was having with one of the local politicians, you didn’t know who. As you approached, a broad grin had spread across Lloyd’s face, “Honeybee! You made it!”

You quickly hid your surprise, as you noticed the perfectly matching watch on his wrist. It had been a ploy. You had raised an eyebrow at him as he tucked you into his side, and he only smirked and nuzzled your head in response.

Not much had changed it your working relationship. You were both professional. However, your home life had gotten infinitely better since that night.

The two of you had become inseparable in your off hours. You had a surprising amount in common, and the sex was to die for. It had taken you a few months to realize how long Lloyd had actually had feelings for you before the party, and the longer the two of you were together the more in love you fell with him.

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You were sitting at your desk when a shadow clouded your vision. Looking up you saw a tall, broad man with beautiful blue eyes. He had dark hair shaved close to his head, and a beard lining his cheeks. He gave you a soft smile and introduced himself.

“Heya Darlin’ I’m here to see Lloyd. Curtis Everett. The girls downstairs told me you could help me with that?”

His eyes glittered as they took you in from head to toe, and you found yourself getting warm under his watchful gaze. You stood and offered your name, before directing him to the conference room you had set up for their meeting.

“Do you want any coffee, tea or water for your meeting Mr. Everett?” You flattened your palms against your skirt to clean off some of the sweat you know had already accumulated there.

“Coffee would be lovely, do you need a hand?” He gave you another smile that left you feeling bubbly.

You giggled, just as Lloyd entered, “No Mr. Everett, thank you for the offer. Mr. Hansen, your regular coffee for the meeting?”

As your eyes flicked to Lloyd, you saw his jaw tick and the vein pop in his throat. That always meant trouble. The fact he only nodded and didn’t verbally answer was all the confirmation you needed that he was pissed.

You busied yourself getting Lloyd’s coffee ready just the way he liked it. When you got to Curtis’ mug you stopped short, you had forgotten to ask him how he takes his coffee. You shook your head and grabbed a tray to load the two mugs and creamer and sugar onto and made your way back to the conference room.

Lloyd didn’t acknowledge you as you placed his mug in front of him. Staring straight at Curtis, while Curtis’ eyes never left your figure. You could feel him undressing you, although his expression was soft.

“I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I forgot to ask how you take your coffee.” You placed his mug in front of him and offered the tray with sugar and creamer.

“It’s alright darlin’ I normally take it with a bit of sugar, maybe you could just dip your finger in and sweeten it up a bit.” He winked as he looked up at you from behind his lashes.

Before you could respond a loud crack from the other side of the table had both of you looking over at Lloyd. His face was unreadable, but in his fist was the pen he had been playing with when you entered the conference room, snapped in half.

You stood stock still, torn between your need to comfort and reassure him, and your professionalism. Lloyd’s eyes finally left Curtis, and looked at you. He took in the emotions warring across your face. You saw his lips twist into a frown, before he stood and circled around the table. He gathered you against his chest, and murmured an apology into your hair.

You nodded and looked up at him, placing a small peck on the corner of his mouth. You smoothed your hands along his shoulders before stepping back and nodding. You turned to Curtis and gave him a warm smile.

“It was lovely to meet you Mr. Everett, have a great meeting. Mr. Hansen can call if you need a refill.” With that you took your leave from the conference room.

As you shut the door behind you, you heard the deep rumble of Lloyd’s voice, “You ever try any shit like that again Everett, I’ll cut your balls off and shove em down your throat. We clear?”

You smiled softly to yourself as your phone buzzed in your pocket. Thanks, he’s going to murder me. You better get great jealous sex, cause I’m not doing this again. - C. You laughed at your best friend's text, and went about reorganizing Lloyd’s calendar for the rest of the day.

You were banking on great jealousy sex in Lloyd’s office later.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Pretty Petals 26

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: double chapter day!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

“It was so lovely to come see you all, to see how you’ve grown,” Hela preens as she stands at the head of the table. “Immaculate, every one of you.”

Dahlia pokes her cheek with her tongue and Bucky snatches the fork she twirls in her hand. He knows her well. Maybe he even fears he’s at the mercy of the tines.

You turn your attention back to your matron of dishonour. Her black bob is wavy and her skin freckled from the sun. She’s beautiful for someone so wretched. You can’t help but wonder if you’re the only ones. You know you can’t be the first. It’s all too orderly, too planned, too perfect.

“Do make me proud, petals,” she claps her hands together and her pretty lips curl, “I may just return at Christmas with some gifts, eh?”

Christmas. It’s still a ways off but the fall is setting in. The summer is in its last dregs and you find yourself shivering in the morning as the night cools. Not a single voice rises to answer her farewell. You all just stare, rather glare, at her.

“Well, then, I’ll be off.”

“Sister, I’ll show you the door,” Loki rises and beckons her away from the table, “I must thank you for coming so quickly and bringing a fresh stem...”

His voice trails off and you glance over at Zinnia, sitting by his empty seat. She mashes down her eggs with the back of a spoon. The other girls keep there hands away from their plates. You don’t have much of an appetite yourself.

“Boring,” Lloyd says suddenly. “How about we do something fun?”

The other men seemed agitated by his suggestion. Strange how they seem to share the same malaise. Ransom’s arm drapes over the back of your chair, Curtis has Violet in his lap, Lee keeps jabbing Marigold and whispering at her. Your eyes meet Steve’s as he watches you in turn. You quickly look away.

“I’ll clear the table,” you offer as you stand and lift your plate.

“Ugh, boring,” Lloyd spits again, “Christ on a dildo, why are we sitting here playing Brady Bunch? Let’s get fucking wild.”

“Shut up,” Bucky growls as Dahlia rubs her faded bruises.

“Oh, shit, you know, I got the perfect fucking game, girls, follow Lily’s lead and clear the table.”

The mustachioed man stands and breezes away. The other women look at each other. You nudge Azalea and she stands with her head down. She takes her plate and Lloyd’s. The other girls follow in a long train to the kitchen. Andy gets up to follow, keeping watch as you cluster together to divvy up the leftovers into containers.

You hate to agree but it is dull as hell. You finish stacking up the dirty plates but none of you are eager to go back into the dining room. Only bad things happen there. The games they play aren’t much fun for you.

“Go,” Andy demands.

Dahlia goes out first, angling her head back and forth defiantly. Zinnia follows after her, Daisy, Rose, Violet shuffles noisily and clings to Azalea’s hand as she drags her, then you, and finally Marigold. As you come out, Lloyd stands in front of his seat, jiggling a pair of dice in his hands.

The other men share your level of enthusiasm. Bucky’s arms are crossed, Ransom yawns, Lee rubs his belly, Curtis picks his thumbnail, Loki untangles a shank of his long dark coils, and Steve peers over his shoulder to stare at you. You don’t like that.

“Right, simple rules, guys,” Lloyd rattles the large pair of plastic dice, “choose a girl, roll the dice, and let fate decide. I’ll go first since it was my idea.”

You nearly let out a groan. You’re so tired. Ransom points you next to him and you sit. The others follow suit. Andy stands behind his chair and watches as Lloyd tosses the dice.

You notice the imprinted images on the sides of the cubes. Various positions and words. You hold your breath and sense the rest of the room doing the same.

“Hey, Zinnia,” Lloyd calls as the dice bounce over the wood, “how about we get acquainted?”

The plastic cubes still and shows a man with his head between a woman’s legs as she sits on a chair. The other dice reads, ‘until orgasm.’

Zinnia whimpers and Loki sniffs. He stands and drags her chair away from the table. She grips the sides to keep from sliding off. He veers her around to face Lloyd as he struts behind the other seats. He snickers as he drags his hand over his mouth.

“Come on, let me see the kitty, just wanna give her a pet,” he gets down to his knees and Loki catches Zinnia’s shoulders before she can sit up. She writhes helplessly as Lloyd’s hands crawl up her thighs. He tickles the front of her panties and glances over, “hey don’t let me have all the fun, unless you wanna watch.”

There’s a moment of indecision. Then Steve reaches across the table and scoops up the dice. He examines each then cradles them in his large hand. Zinnia’s murmurs underline the lull as Lloyd growls deeply, his mouth making unsettling noises.

“Lily, how’s it we’ve never had any fun?” He asks and tosses them. They only roll a short way before stilling.

You stare at the top of the first dice. A couple in doggystyle. You clamp your lips and try not to shudder. You glance over at Dahlia and she shakes her head. The other girls slump and shrink, knowing their own turn is imminent.

The second dice makes you blanch as it lands flat; ‘backdoor’.

“Perfect,” Steve growls, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be nice.”

He stands, pushing out his chair and waving towards the seat, “get on your knees, I’ll be right back.”

“The fuck, Steve,” Ransom sneers.

“We’ll trade,” Steve offers.

“Mm, thanks but I think I’ll try something new. How about you, Statue of Liberty?” He looks at ass, “you think you can stay awake for some good dick?”

You get up as Ransom swipes up the dice. This is humiliating. It’s one thing to be dragged off behind closed doors but these men are as good as starting an orgy. For what? Because they’re bored?

Steve helps you onto the chair. You brace the back as you sit on your knees, shaking. You don’t know if you can handle this. He rubs your shoulder, gripping it hard enough for the tendon to tweak. You wince and he lets go as he walks away. You watch after him as Azalea starts to snivel.

You look over as Lloyd keeps his face buried between Zinnia’s legs, his hand on her tits as he devours her. She puffs and pouts and squirm as Loki pets her cheek and coos. Ugh, god! You can’t keep doing this.

For now, you have to. You have to bide your time. You have to get rid of these necklaces and those damn cameras. You have to wait for these men to turn their fangs on each other instead of you.

Steve comes back as Dahlia’s snarl rolls through the air. There’s a struggle behind you on the floor you can’t see. Andy’s no longer by the kitchen door. It must be him. His voice confirms it as he calls for Rose too.

Shit. The chaos breaks out quickly. Steve startles you as he squirts a slick flow between your cheeks. You squeak as he pushes his fingers along your ass as rubs your tight hole. He clicks shut the bottle of lube and reaches to put it on the table.

He grips the back of your neck and forces your head straight. You his and latch tightly to the chair. You sit on your heels as he bends against you, contorting so he’s flush to your back. He pushes his head next to yours and growls.

He rescinds his touch for just a moment as he jostles around. His brings his firm tip up along your cheeks and presses against your ring. You babble and reach back to press on his hip.

“Please, no--”

He loops his hand around the front of your neck and chokes your voice away. You gasp and wheeze as he pushes into you. He stretches your ass just around his tip, just enough for your to let out a whistle through your tight throat. Ow. Oh shit.

He rocks and dips a little further inside. Your eyes prick and you shake your head, grinding your teeth as you quake. He thrusts again, deeper. Several more times, sinking in as your insides burn. Even the lube can’t help the resistance of your body.

He brings his other hand to your throat, crisscrossing his fingers in front of it as he forces your head up and back. Your spine arches as his pelvis claps against your ass and he grunts. The chair rocks with his motion, teetering dangerously as your tears stream down your cheeks.

The pain is blinding. Your eyes roll back as you puff out shallow breaths through the constriction of your throat. He snaps his hips harshly and you spasm. Again, again, again. Each time crueler than the last.

Steve shifts his feet and moves closer again. He bucks into you so that the agony radiates from your core. You would sob if your could breath. He adjusts his hands, wrapping them full around your neck. Your lashes flutter as your vision speckles with black dots.

“Steve, take it easy--” you hear someone warn but you can’t make out their timbre.

“Hey, whoa, slow down. She’s--”

Your tongue lolls out as all the air traps in your chest. The heat in your lungs is as fiery as that in your ass. The slap of flesh and the cracking force mingles with the swirling in your head. Your eyelids close of their own volition as all resistance gives out and your body goes limp. The world fades though the pain remains.

🌸

“You could’ve fucking killed her,” A snarl seeps into your ears, making them itchy. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

“Whatever. We can get another--”

“Fuck off. The new one’s already pissing me off,” Bucky’s deeper tone breaks through the veil over you.

“Like you even like the one you got--”

“Lily,” another voice drifts in and your eyelids part, your vision hazy as Dahlia’s blurry figure sits over you.

“Keep it down,” Lloyd sneers, “some of us are trying to eat.”

“Don’t be a jackass,” Andy barks as he stands behind Dahlia, looming over you both, “if we lose another one, maybe you should just sacrifice the tall one.”

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic. He was getting kinky--”

“She’s awake,” Steve looks over at you, his pants still undone but his dick tucked away.

“Fucking lucky,” Ransom shoves him and sidles through. “Lily pad, you okay down there?”

You blink at him as Azalea sways nearby, twisting her hand around her finger. You look at the faces you can make out and Dahlia helps you sit up. You nod and rub your temples, wincing as your ass throbs. Oh, yeah...

“Come on,” Ransom bends over you and hauls you up, “someone send that douchebag to his room.”

“Who put you in charge?” Steve growls, “not my fault she can’t take it. Maybe you’re getting soft.”

“Some of us don’t wanna fuck a corpse,” Ransom retorts as he wraps an arm around your back and lifts you.

“I’m sure you do so much work, pillow princess,” Lloyd cackles from his knees. He has three fingers inside of Zinnia as she continues to squirm and squeal.

Ransom huffs and carries on past the others. You lean your head against him, blocking out the rest of the room with his body. You can’t look. It hurts even more to see the rest suffer.

He takes you into your room and elbows the door shut with a quick jerk of his body. He tuts and put you on the bed. You can’t help but curl up, hugging your legs as the ache pulses from within.

You’re groggy with the aftermath of Steve’s strong hold. You rub your cheek, trying to get some sense back. Ransom paces, a hand on his hip, the other opening and closing in silent monologue. He’s uptight. You haven’t seen him like this.

“I told him to stop. Fucker. Can’t fucking listen to save his life,” he snarls and stops, facing you as he stomps. “You heard me tell him to quit.”

You bat your lashes and nod. Slowly, you muster your strength to sit up. You wince as you do. You stay balled up small as Ransom pushes his chin up and heaves once more. You consider him and his frustration; the words from before. How the men constantly battle for control, not just with you but each other.

“He should listen,” you croak, coughing and rubbing your throat, “they should all listen to you.”

He lowers his head and looks at you with an arch in his brow.

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you drop your shoulders.

“No, what are you saying?” He narrows his eyes.

“It’s only... Maybe... if you’d been upstairs, you could’ve saved Iris. And... and if they’d all just listen it wouldn’t all be a mess. You always tell them not to... not to go so far,” you temper your words as you speak them, uncertain and yet you think that makes them seem more genuine. “They don’t listen. First Curtis with Violet, now this.”

You chew your lip as he stares. Your heart pounds in your chest. Does he know what you’re doing? You’ve never been a very good liar.

“They’re all breaking the rules but didn’t you all agree to them?”

He comes forward and you fight not to cower away. He reaches for you and you expect a slap or a grope or jab. Instead he strokes your cheek and bends to meet your gaze. He looks you in the face, his blue eyes searching.

“You know what, lily pad, you’re right,” he sits lightly on the edge of the bed and draws you close. “that’s why I like you. ‘Cause you know better. You listen.”

He shifts and lays on his side, pulling you with him. You let him. You put your hand on his chest and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re... you’re the only one who doesn’t hurt me,” you say.

He hums and sucks his teeth, “I know, lily pad.” He exhales and closes his eyes, “this can’t go on. I gotta get these guys in check.”

You nod and nestle closer. Not because he makes you feel safe. Not because you meant any of it. Because it makes him think you do. That sliver of doubt is under his skin, it will only continue to poke until he has to rip it out.

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