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hauntedestheart · 3 months ago

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A Business Investment (FxM Body Swap)

Another story from the world of business.

Mason McKinley was sure he was going to be a famous actor someday- he just needed the world to realize it.

Growing up in his small midwestern hometown where he was the hottest guy around, it had felt like being the star was his birthright. He'd netted the lead in every school play since elementary school, modelled for local catalogues, even won homecoming AND prom king. 6'4'', a killer jawline, luscious blonde hair and bright blue eyes, literally the poster boy for the local gym… how could Kentucky not be in the palm of his hand? All he had to do was wear a nice tight shirt that showed off his muscles and flash that pretty smile of his and anything he wanted fell into his lap.

It didn't take long for Hollywood to give him a reality check- turned out that Mason was not actually a very good actor, and once he was up against talented dreamboats rather than the wimps in drama club, his star came crashing down to earth.

After six years in the business and his claims to fame were a handful of minor background roles in some long running procedurals, some poorly reviewed theatre, and an embarrassing ad spot for STD testing that everyone back home was still making fun of him for.

In the small pond he'd been biggest fish around, but out in the ocean? He floundered.

While he was waiting for his big break, Mason needed a survival job, and thanks to some other actor friends he'd gotten employed as an attendant at an expensive country club. The young actor hoped that one day a big shot producer would come in, see him, and cast him on the spot, but since that hadn't happened yet he spent his days fetching water bottles and chasing after lost tennis balls. Not exactly his Hollywood dream.

Still, the tight white shorts of the uniform made his ass look amazing and if he flirted with the wealthy old clientele of the club, he took home a killing in tips. Being a corn fed midwestern hunk made him "exotic" to rich out-of-touch Californians, and Mason had no qualms about debasing himself a bit for some cash. A little wink here, a flex there, a look the other way when someone got a little handsy… it paid the bills.

He had his limits though.

"Yoo-hoo!" A shrill voice rang out across the tennis court and Mason winced- luckily his acting skills allowed him to smooth the disgust from his face before he turned around to greet the plump middle aged woman who had materialized beside him.

"It's good to see you again Ms. Grant," he lied through his pretty white teeth, and he was feeling generous so he threw in an extra lie for free. "You look lovely today. Is your hair different?"

It was a stupid question- as the head of some kind of beauty company the woman was always changing her look, in this case from a dark black perm to a platinum blonde bob -but Ms. Grant still let out a surprised gasp and tilted her head side to side as if she were modelling the latest fashion. It was not a good look, but Mason dug deep into his Stanislavski training and managed to keep a smile on his face.

"You like? I just had it done. I think it makes me look younger, don't you? If you're not careful, one of these days I'm going to snap you up!" Ms. Grant threw her head back and let out a stage giggle, and Mason bit his tongue so he wouldn't burst out laughing himself. An attempt at a seductive expression appeared on her face and she 'casually' reached over and gave Mason's bicep a less-than-innocent pat. "And please, I've told you a million times, call me Seraphina."

Your name is Susan, Mason thought. "Of course Seraphina," Mason said.

Her hand was still on his arm, one thumb trailing idly over the curve of his muscles, and Mason gave a polite nod before escaping to ready some equipment, peeking over his shoulder to confirm that Ms. Grant was staring at his tight butt when he bent over to pick up some tennis rackets. He smirked and made sure to arch his back to give her a little show before he straightened up- it never hurt to keep the clients happy.

Ms. Grant honestly wasn't that bad, but she was a herald of destruction, because if she was here, then The California Business Women's Association weren't far behind.

The California Business Women's Association was supposed to be an organization for high powered business women looking to network, but the meetings were really just an excuse for rich bitches to brag about their success and tear each other down… with a smile, of course. Mason thought of them as the Real Housewives of the Wall Street (never mind that Wall Street was on the far coast) and while he got a sick pleasure out of observing their gossip and backstabbing, they were one of his least favorite groups to work with.

Normally a hot piece of meat like Mason could make a killing off of a bunch of mostly single women over thirty, but Dominique Banks (pharmaceuticals CEO and undisputed alpha bitch of the group) made it damn near impossible for him to schmooze. A very public divorce several years ago had made Dominique into something of a misandrist and now she did her best to chastise and shame the other women whenever they tried to engage in any talk of men, let alone flirt with the cute hunk bringing them their towels.

(Mason assumed that was why Ms. Grant showed up early to objectify him as much as possible before Dominique was there to judge her for it.)

Dominique herself descended on the court a minute later with the rest of the ladies in tow, and soon the court was filled with women in expensive active gear (some with the tags still on) milling about and pretending to warm up for a few rounds of low intensity tennis. Mason busied himself offering to take care of coats and bags while also doing his best to eavesdrop on the latest gossip.

Currently, Dominique was complaining to a trio of women about a member of the group who seemed to be running late.

"I think it's irresponsible of her to be so tardy," Dominique said, pushing deeper into an impressive lunge- she was one of the few in the group who actually kept up with her personal trainer despite a busy schedule, something she loved to lord over the other women. "I'm starting to question if she should even be a member of the CBWA."

"Maybe she had a work emergency?" one of her companions offered, watching with mild interest as Dominique stretched her calves. "She did just get that big promotion."

"'Big promotion?'" Dominique scoffed and turned her nose up. "Be serious Lucille, she's a middle manager whose office happens to be on the top floor… or a few floors down from it I suppose." The shade drew a small titter out of the other women, and Dominique smirked. "We all have demanding jobs, but we still make time every month to come to these meetings because it's important for us to connect as women in the male-dominated professional world. We're a sisterhood! If we don't look out for each other, who will? Which is exactly why we need to make an example of her."

Mason had a pretty good idea who they were talking about. There was only one woman in the group who Dominique couldn't stand- coincidentally the only woman in the group who ever stood up to her. But before the young man could search the group for a head of red hair to see if he was correct, a voice boomed out, and everyone's eyes were drawn to a newcomer who was making their way onto the court.

"Sorry I'm late ladies!"

Like a scene from a movie, sauntering across the green pavement was one of the hottest guys Mason had ever seen. He was brown skinned with carefully coiffed black hair and the kind of face that Mason usually only saw in the castings for his modelling gigs- a striking appearance enhanced by the way his eyes burned an unnaturally bright, electric blue. Tall and broad, the tight grey jacket he wore did little to disguise the bulk of his build… and if the fit of his compression shorts was to be believed, he'd brought his own tennis balls to the court.

Mason's jaw dropped, and he nearly dropped a basket of tennis balls with it before he gathered his senses and caught himself at the last second. The sexy stranger wasn't on staff (Mason would have heard if such an Adonis had been hired) but most of the members of the country club were old and gross, so who was this guy? A private trainer hired by a client? A socialite's new trophy husband? Some Middle Eastern prince?

"Thanks for waiting," the man said, making his way towards the benches with a fancy (seemingly brand new) equipment bag bouncing on his hip. "It's been so busy at work with the new startup we're launching, but I managed to move some things around to make room at the last minute."

Mystery stud unzipped his jacket as he walked and stowed it in the bag, revealing a tight grey top that bared huge, muscular arms, and was cut just low enough to allow a tasteful peek of his furry pecs. He looked down at himself and then tugged on his shirt, adjusting it so that it showed even more of his ample chest, which he made bounce a few times. A satisfied little smile came to his full lips at the sight, and when he looked back up at the CBWA, it seemed like half of the organization swooned.

Mason was feeling a little weak in the knees himself, but as much as he'd rather drool over the guy, he did technically have a job to do. He in front of the man and held a hand out, stopping the newcomer before he could join the cluster of speechless businesswomen. "Uh, excuse me sir, this court has been booked for private use by a group already."

"I'm aware," the man gave a chuckle (he was looking at Mason like he thought Mason was an idiot, but somehow, condescension was a good look on him) and tossed his curly black hair. "And I'm a member of the group- Terry Walker. Some of my eggheads at the lab cooked up a new kind of body transferal device and I've been experimenting with it in the workplace. Didn't have time to switch back before the meeting, so I figured, why the hell not?" He winked and thumped a fist into his meaty pecs a few times. "Take the thing out for a spin."

"Oh, body swapping! I think I read something about that!" Ms. Grant exclaimed, and several of the other woman in the group murmured their agreement. Mason had a hazy recollection of getting a note from his boss about something that morning, probably this, but he was saved from having to apologize when Dominique shoved him out of the way.

"You are not Terry Walker," the woman snapped, squaring her legs and and raising her chin like a lioness preparing to protect her territory. "What the hell kind of stunt is this? Did Terry hire a stripper as some kind of joke?"

The man laughed a warm, rich laugh. "You're not the first person to say that but no, believe it or not I borrowed this body from one of the guys who works in my lab. Tariq or something like that? I can never keep track of these things." He kept an easy smile on his face and shrugged his broad shoulders, intentionally stretching his shoulders back to bare his impressive wingspan. "And I'm the real deal- they wouldn't have let me in if I couldn't prove it. I look good, right ladies?"

The man's arms came up into a double bicep flex and Mason didn't know if he should be jealous of the man's muscles (those peaks) or massively turned on by them. The women were having less trouble deciding what to do and many of them were beginning to to swoon, only to straighten their spines when Dominique shot them a withering look out of the corner of her eye.

She turned back around and drew herself up to her full height (she was the tallest woman of the group, but this man had several inches on her and it was clearly grinding her gears) and jabbed a finger at the alleged impostor.

"You can't seriously expect us to believe this nonsense," she scoffed, drawing a chorus of murmurs from the flock of ladies behind her.

A sly smile came to the man's lips. "What do you mean? This is that exciting new project that I've been working on that I posted about it in the organization's official Slack, remember?" One of his bushy eyebrows shot up and he eyed Dominique pointedly. "You've been reading the Slack, haven't you Dominique? I seem to recall you saying it's so important to stay updated- but I guess you've probably been too busy lately to keep up with what's going on with your CBWA sisters. All those patent lawsuits and meetings about alimony must take up so much of your time!"

The vicious barb made several of the women gasp, and even Mason felt a chill run down his spine. In the corner of Dominique's forehead, a vein was throbbing like it was about to burst, but the rest of her expression was frighteningly neutral. Then, her lips pressed into a snarl that tried to pass as a smile.

"Yes, it can be so time consuming being being the head of a company," Dominique said, voice dripping with venom. "You're so lucky you don't have to deal with all that stress Terry. And don't worry yourself about my alimony, I'm just glad I was at least married once unlike-"

The woman realized her mistake too late, and Terry Walker smirked triumphantly.

"No comment on the patent lawsuits?" Walker added, just to salt the wound, and then she brushed past Mason (who shivered at the momentary contact with her large, solid body) and flung her bag down on the benches.

She bent down to rifle through it, giving everyone an eyeful of the tight, muscular male ass that was just barely concealed by her tight grey tennis shorts, and Mason clocked a subtle arch in her back. It was the same trick Mason used to make his butt look juicier when he was hustling for tips, and now that he was on the receiving end of it, he understood why it worked. Mason wasn't ashamed of his own ass (quite the opposite actually), but thought if he had that thing, he'd be unstoppable.

The other women converged on Terry like flies on honey, buzzing about as they all tried to get her attention.

"How did you-" "Look at that-" "So do you really have a-" "I NEED to-" "When is it-" "You have to got to let-" "Where the hell did you find-" "Please can I feel-"

The gaggle of women were all talking at once, making it difficult to make out any one question, but Mason didn't need a transcript to understand what the main topic of discussion was. Everyone was fascinated by the body Walker had borrowed, and who could blame them? A tall, handsome, muscular man with bronze skin and piercing unnaturally electric blue eyes… Mason was half tempted to dive into the crowd himself to get a closer look.

Terry, for her part, was taking the onslaught in stride, basking in the attention and tossing out answers where she could. But her new body did most of the talking as she flexed one of her huge arms in response to someone's question, bouncing the bicep up and down like a softball. She generously leaned down and extended the arm, giving the other women a chance to feel, which they all instantly took advantage of, practically hanging off of the muscled limb like it was a jungle gym.

"Okay, that's ENOUGH ladies!" Dominique snapped- or rather clapped, several times, loudly. All eyes turned to her and the women cowed, drifting away from the hunky man in their midst and falling back into line. After a tense moment of silence, Dominique raised her voice again. "Now, since we're finally all here, are we just going to stand around talking, or are we going to play?" She hefted her tennis racket over her shoulder like it was a weapon and waved her hand at the group. "We'll start off with pairs, everyone partner up."

Pandemonium ensued as all of the women scrambled to grab Terry by the arm, and Dominique was practically steaming.

"Never mind, we're doing singles."

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Terry trounced the others, of course.

Using the body of a ripped athletic young man in the prime of his life gave her a significant advantage, but perhaps her opponents would have stood a better chance if they hadn't been so distracted staring at the ostentatious mass of flesh that was bouncing around in her loose tennis shorts as she bounded around the court. More than one match had been lost before it began when Terry's opponent's eyes were so trained on the way that hefty bulge jumped when she did that they completely missed her serving them the ball.

The sight of Terry's borrowed body on the court was a sight to behold, all muscle and bronzed skin. The shorts she had selected were shamelessly short, baring as much of the young man's strong, thick thighs as could be considered decent, and those powerful legs pumped like pistons as she used them to dart around the court- the constant action caused the shorts to ride up further as the games went along until they were being devoured by his massive ass cheeks.

Mason found himself mesmerized by the way her body's hairy pecs, which heaved up and down beneath her shirt as she ran, and it was almost funny how on a court full of women, it was the man's chest that was bouncing the most. This only became more noticeable as the matches wore on and her masculine body became sweatier and sweatier, soaking the thin gray fabric of her shirt until it began to cling to her flesh and highlight just how muscular the body she'd brought for the day was.

After an intense final showdown between Terry and Dominique (during which Dominique had been unable to score a single point, resulting her throwing down her racket and screaming at Mason for something or other), the women retreated to the outdoor lounge area where couches and tables were shaded by umbrellas, and Mason did his best to eavesdrop as he served them drinks.

"It's just been incredible ladies," Terry was telling them. The couches were arranged in a "U" shape and she sat at the direct center, leaned back with her muscular arms folded behind her head to give everyone a view of her hairy armpits. Legs sprawled wide of course, just to draw eyes to the heavy bulge that sat between her legs. "I mean we all know how hard it is for women in the workplace, but I still wasn't ready for how much easier it would be as a man! I've started swapping into a male body for all of my meetings and they've never gone smoother."

"You see, men are animals," she continued, snapping her fingers at Mason to bring her a drink. "And animals respect an alpha. That's why they have all of these stupid male rituals- handshakes and bourbon and cigars and all that. When I walk into a boardroom and I'm the tallest, the strongest…" Terry's eyes glanced down suggestively towards her bulging crotch. "the biggest, then men have to listen to me. It's almost disgusting how simple it is."

"Don't you think that kind of thinking undermines the work that we do here at this organization?" Dominique chimed in. Not to be outdone, she'd pulled up a chair so she could sit at the opening of the "U" opposite Terry, and she glared across the space at the smiling male bodied woman. "How are men supposed to learn to respect us when we act like the only way to get ahead is to become one of them? We're supposed to be empowering women, and you're jumping ship like a rat."

"I'm feeling pretty empowered right now actually." Terry slipped one of the arms out from behind her head and flexed it, bouncing the thick bicep up and down a few times, drawing a chorus of giggles from the assembled women, and Dominique frowned. A cocky smile crossed Terry's borrowed face and her sparkling blue eyes glittered in the light, and she casually rubbed at the thin layer of stubble that was starting to sprout on her chiseled jawline. Slowly, as she spoke, her hands began drifting down the masculine body she had rented.

"You do bring up a good point Dominique- I have no intention of becoming a man full-time, this body is just temporary. I'm a woman through and through, but if I can take advantage of the privileges of being a man to get ahead, why wouldn't I? Men only understand power and they won't respect us until we have it. They say, talk softly and carry a big stick, and this…" Terry's hands had reached her crotch and she grabbed at it, hefting the bulge up and down a few times. Everyone was mesmerized. "This is my stick. Today, I'm blending in with the boys' club. Tomorrow? I own it."

Mason was starting to get hard in his own shorts at this point, and he cursed, sticking his fingers into his pockets and trying to adjust himself so it was less obvious.

(A bit of bulge was good for business but standing in front of all those women with a full blown erection was just embarrassing.)

A bit flustered, he dutifully marched over to Terry and handed her the drink she had requested earlier- she didn't thank him, but she did throw him a wink, and it was so sexy on that guy's face that Mason felt his cock twitch. From the way the other women were staring, he was sure they had all noticed, and he jogged off with a red face.

"And there are recreational uses for a male body," Terry commented, stroking herself as she watched Mason's ass bouncing away. "Obviously."

"Walker, that is highly inappropriate!" Dominique slammed her glass down on the table in front of her, splashing orange liquid everywhere. "Sexual harassment is a serious issue, and furthermore, this is a professional organization. Nobody wants to hear about that!"

"Shut up, yes we do!" Ms. Grant shouted, and Dominique was so caught by surprise that her mouth snapped shut. All of the women turned away from her and leaned in towards Terry, ready to hang on her every word. "Give us all the details Terry."

Terry took a sip of her drink, milking the anticipation. As Mason busied himself wiping up Dominique's mess, he kept his eyes trained on Terry- the straw Mason had given her was a larger one usually reserved for boba, but he'd felt a burning need to see what those plush lips looked like curled up and sucking on something thick. The sight did not disappoint, nor did it help calm his pesky erection.

Finally, Walker spoke. "Well… you all remember Marcos, right?"

"Your pool boy?" Ms. Grant gasped, and all of the women burst out into a titter of excitement. The handsome young man had been something of a celebrity for the group ever since they'd had a mixer at Walker's house, and they were always asking her for updates. "You didn't!"

"Oh I did," Terry smirked and popped her pecs cockily. "Quite a few times actually. I never thought I'd get the chance- I just kept him on the payroll because he was pretty to look at -but it turns out he was very attracted to this body. He was begging for my cock and I…" Her hips shifted, a long, lazy thrust into the air, and the outline of the long and thick cock in question made itself known- she was getting hard. "I was happy to give him what he wanted."

"Haven't studies shown that the male orgasm is less intense than the female orgasm?" Dominique cut in, trying to land another barb, but Terry just shrugged her off.

"It felt pretty good to me when I was fucking a sexy twenty-six year old," Terry's hands were on her crotch, and everyone's eyes were glued to it as well as she began to stroke herself up and down through the thin fabric. Her borrowed voice, warm and rich, dropped to a husky growl. "But the appeal is in more than just the orgasm, it's the experience. It's about getting to be the one on top and in charge. I've been fucked by so many men in my life that getting to be the one doing the fucking was goddamn cathartic- and it isn't like some plastic strap-on, I got to use eight inches of top of the line cock to do the job."

"And these muscles!" Wrenching one hand away from her nethers, she shoved it roughly beneath her shirt, the fabric riding up and offering a peak of her host's sculpted brown torso as she groped one of his pecs. From the way her fingers were moving beneath the fabric, she seemed to be tweaking one of his nipples. "FUCK this guy is so goddamned strong! I'M so strong! I threw him around like a ragdoll and he thanked me for it, he sucked on my tits and begged me to manhandle him. I was the man. I was in control."

"Fuck!" A masculine grunt escaped her lips, and she began to stroke herself harder. Now fully hard, the tip of her cock was peeking out of the waistband of her shorts (allowing everyone to see that her host was in fact, circumcised) and it bobbed up and down as she thrust into her own hand. "There's something incredibly… visceral about being able to shove yourself inside of a man, I wouldn't even begin to know how to describe it. But it feels incredible. It feels… it feels…"

And then the rest of the sentence was a wordless roar of pleasure as she ejaculated, grinding her hand up and down the length of her shaft like a man possessed… which in a sense is exactly what she was. The mushroom head of her borrowed penis throbbed as it spewed out an impressive load of semen, staining her shirt, her face, even splattering onto the cushions next to her and the table before her, and she slumped back onto the cushions in a heap. Panting, her huge chest heaved up and down, and she waved at Mason.

Like everyone else in attendance, he stared dumbly at the debauched man in front of him for a moment until he remembered his job and realized what she wanted- usually the towels were only for sweat, but he supposed they'd work just as well for cum. But when he offered her one, she just rolled her electric blue eyes and stripped her shirt off, leading to a chorus of gasps as her borrowed body's furry muscles were fully unveiled. Wordlessly, she gestured to the mess that dotted her torso.

Mason's mouth was suddenly dry but he didn't dare swallow- swallowing was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about in this particular moment. He felt the heavy eyes of the entire CBWA on him as he dropped to his knees in front of the strapping male figure, and the young actor had been in Hollywood long enough to recognize when he was being asked to play a role.

And he had auditioned for enough productions that were basically soft-core porn to know how to play this one.

He casually ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing his golden locks, and plastered a smile on his face as he peeked up at Terry, looking for all the world like an innocent wide eyed farm boy eager to serve like no one was watching. White spunk was already starting to dry in the forest of chest hair so Mason doused his towel with water from a glass on the table to better scrub it out, meaning there was just a thin sheet of wet fabric between his hands and the perfectly sculpted body that Terry Walker had claimed for the day, so it didn't take much acting for Mason behave like he was turned on.

The young actor cheated out and angled his torso slightly so the horde of horny businesswomen watching could get a good view of his own muscular torso as he worked, perversely eager to remind his clients that there was more than one stud on the court that day. He took his time working Terry's pecs, squeezing them slightly under the guise of scraping out some particularly hard to remove spunk, and then worked his way down to her abs, digging his fingers into the crags of her six pack to make sure he got out every little speck.

And when he reached the waistband of her shorts, he let his fingers drift along the deep v of muscle that vanished beneath, teasing everyone that he might go deeper, before he reluctantly pulled himself back.

Drawing up to his feet, he dusted his knees off, and then he noticed Walker's drink- semen dotted the rim of the glass and a thin layer of white was laying atop the liquid inside. He reached for it to take it away, but Walker stopped him. She grabbed the drink herself and slowly, deliberately, licked the rim, then downed the remainder of the glass in one swallow. Only then did she let him walk away.

Terry, shirtless and smug, smiled at the other women of the CBWA, who sat there speechless. Mouths were hanging open, some of them were fanning themselves, Ms. Grant's right hand was tucked beneath her skirt, and an unexpected voice broke the silence.

"How can I try that out?" Dominique asked, her voice strained and almost desperate, and then the floodgates opened and all of the other woman began chattering. Terry lifted up a hand and everyone went silent.

"Well as luck would have it, I'm actually starting my own company to distribute this particular service, and we're working on acquiring some seed funding." A bushy eyebrow raised. "I don't suppose any of you ladies would be interested?"

"You want our money?" One of the women asked, and Terry shrugged.

"I'm offering you all an investment opportunity. Isn't that the point of this group? To uplift each other?" She smiled across the table at Dominique, who for once kept her mouth shut and bowed her head. Terry sniffed triumphantly. "But I promise that this is a surefire win. Anyone interested can message me and I can set up an appointment so you can test the technology yourself- I'm sure the experience will uplift you like nothing else."

At that, she rose to her feet, allowing everyone to see that her tenacious rental dick was already half-hard again.

"Feel free to bring your own boys too, we've got lawyers and payment plans already drafted up. Pick someone you wanna be, and we can make it happen."

Then she walked away, her exit an unofficial signal to the other women that the meeting was now over, and everyone began to disperse. The women were abuzz with excitement, but Mason kept his eyes trained on Terry Walker as she sauntered off, eager to get one last look at her borrowed body's incredible ass.

What, he wondered to himself, would these meetings look like if the entire CBWA hopped on the same train as her? Mason imagined the tennis court full of ripped, shirtless men, frolicking about playing tennis in little shorts. It was such a pleasant image that it almost made up for the fact that he'd received no tips that day.

Shit, he thought to himself, crashing back to Earth as he remembered the rent payment he had due in a few days.

"Yoo-hoo!" A shrill voice rang out, and Mason saw Ms. Grant walking over towards him. She was wiping one of her hands on her skirt, and there was hunger in her eyes. "Dear, could we talk for a moment?"

Mason's stomach sank- he had an idea what she was going to ask him about. And unfortunately, he knew what his answer would be too.

#male body swap #FxM TF #Series: Business Matters #FINALLY DONE WITH THIS HOLY SHIT

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living-in-the-state-of-dreaming · 1 year ago

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Okay so I am not simping or pulling for Chiori because I'm pulling for Itto; but I just had a thought.

Imagine this: Chiori personally designing, tailoring and making all of her s/o's clothing and that includes lingerie. Just so she can have the privilege and pleasure of knowing you are personally wearing it; only to later have the pleasure of taking it slowly off of you later. She already knows your measurements, your sizing, what colours and patterns suit you best, it's just another way of proving you're hers.

#thoughts of a dreamer #living in the state of dreaming #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #Chiori #fxf #fxm if you're into that sort of thing.#Genshin imagines.

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warlock-enthusiast · 2 years ago

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I'm still not over the stupid ass Astarion is gay post and all the people agreeing with it, while shitting on bi/pan people and women. Imagine being so far up your ass that you claim a pan character is gay, because he acts -gay- and calling him a f*g over and over again and then bathing in your own self righteousness.

Why does this shit happen in every fandom. This underlying denial of bi/pan people combined with outright hatred of women enjoying things. holy fucking hell. I'm too old for this shit. Some people need to touch grass.

#personal #fandom wank #you are all blocked #g a h.#this hatred of fxm ships is the weirdest shit #astarion x fem tav is not worse than him with a male tav

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wizardingworldlibrary · 3 months ago

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Summary: "I guess that's one way to beat Scorpius Malfoy" The Weasley/Potter family partakes in an interesting game of Quidditch...

I Believe I Hate You (fanfiction.net) - idiotique G, 110k

Summary: Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley hate each other…don’t they? Now appointed Head Boy and Girl, that means they’ll be spending a lot of time together. Will they be able to stand each other for their last year of Hogwarts?

I Got A Feeling (ao3) - Kerantli G, 2k

Summary: Rose and Scorpius meet while on a holiday. Spending the night at a party had never been so fun.

irresistible (ao3) - roseweasley394 G, 1k

Summary: In which Rose proposes a bad idea and Scorpius, as usual, is unable to resist her.

Raindrops on Roses (ao3) - backinyourbox T, 301k

Summary: Beginning immediately after the Epilogue, this story follows Scorpius, Rose and Albus through their Hogwarts years and beyond. Childish fears and desires soon turn to more serious dilemmas as some members of the Ravenclaw trio are forced to grow up too soon. Albus wants to be remembered for being something other than Harry Potter's son. Scorpius knows his father expects him to follow in his footsteps, but how long can he keep his friends, his music and his OWL in Muggle Studies a secret? And Rose has yet to decide what she wants...

Something that Finds You (ao3) - ExcellentlyEllen T, 20k

Summary: When a life-altering event changes Rose's outlook on life and her family can't seem to stop hoovering, she decides to take matters in her own hands and move away. For her own peace of mind.

Scorpius is a Healer at St-Helena's Hospital for Magical Maladies in New York City, living his life.

What happens when these two meet?

The Christmas Prank (ao3) - Ashabadash hermione/draco, scorpius/rose M, 27k

Summary: Someone at Hogwarts is in the fun and festive mood and Christmas pranks centered around the 12 Days of Christmas have been popping up all throughout the castle, much to the dismay of several professors, including Transfiguration Professor Hermione Granger and the newly appointed Potions Master, Draco Malfoy. Will solving the mystery of this Christmas Prank put these two in the romantic holiday mood? Or will it Scrooge their season?

Unsure and Uneasy (fanfiction.net) - drcjsnider M, 6k

Summary: Scorpius Malfoy is unsure how to respond when Rose Weasley approaches him in a bar in Turkey. She's a bit uneasy about what he's going to do if he discovers her real motivation.

Valentines Day (ao3) - Coolgf100 scorpius/rose, hugo/oc M, 4k

Summary: Just look into the future-Valentine’s Day-all grown up next generation

Witch Slap (fanfiction.net) - tatapb M, 180k

Summary: Adulting by any other name would still be a proper bish. Rose is struggling to keep up at St Mungo's, Al is mending a broken heart and Malfoy... well. Malfoy's a prat. A good looking prat, but a prat nonetheless. They're all doing their best and failing miserably. [Post-Hogwarts, Slow-burn, Non-CC Compliant, Multi POV]

#wizardingworldlibrary #masterlists #harry potter fanfiction #scorose #scorose masterlist #scorpius malfoy #rose weasley #next gen fanfiction #next gen #fxm

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uyyoyyu · 4 months ago

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Hello! Totally new in the posting stuff here, so if I make a mistake don't be mean. I'm just posting to ask for a rp partner cuz I'm a bit bored and I've been wanting to have a long term one.

I'm up to anime rp or k-pop rp, I usually go for mxm but if somebody wants to do fxm I won't mind at all! I can do +18 stuff as long as it's nothing tremendously heavy

In case you are interested in my kpop preferences I like stray kids, ateez, txt, boynextdoor and enhypen.

From literacy level (I think you call it that idk) I can just do both, if you want to write short and be "quick" I'm okay with it, and if you like long paragraphs I'll do my best too! English ain't my first language so if u see any mistakes I'm sorry in advance.

I like rps with plot, I like to send pictures or Pinterest photos to make them juicier and describe the outfits or the scenery better. Honestly if you like to do rps without any intriguing plot, I won't mind too much as long as we have a general idea of what we both want. Please if you have any ideas tell me! I love to hear people's headcanons or aus, so sign me in.

Now as a r.player I would say I like to talk a bit and have a bit of "friendly" vibe with the person I'm talking with, at least to discuss the plot or maybe just add funny comments about the situations, so if you're dry then sorry please don't reach out to me. If you ever feel like you need some time or you're busy, tell me in advance so I don't stay too long waiting for your answer, I'll be the same if I ever need time 🙏🏻

If you're interested dm me or let me know u want to do this! I do rps on discord mostly btw. Have a nice dayy

#rp #kpop rp ad #stray kids rp #ateez roleplay #enhypen rp #txt rp #mxm rp #fxm rp

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motherfuckingmaneater · 1 year ago

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People will literally desperately push every inconceivable ship between Voldemort and any other Black that isn’t Bellatrix, completely ignoring that Bellatrix is canonically his lover lmfao

#i hate it here #Bellamort #just write a canon ship ffs #what’s wrong with you #bellatrix black #the black family #why am I seeing Voldemort and Alphard all over my dash it’s a terrible ship idea #why does fanon always try to make Voldemort gay?!???#literally just because they hate fxm #all these gay ships??? are so annoying????

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revenant-coining · 10 months ago

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Fxm | Mxsc | Nxu

(pt: Fxm | Mxsc | Nxu /end pt)

Fxm/Fxminine (feminine & agender/genderless), Mxsc/Mxsculine (masculine & agender/genderless), & Nxu/Nxutral (neutral & agender/genderless) Flags

tagging; @radiomogai

#🪼 creations #fxm #fxminine #mxsc #mxsculine #nxu #nxutral #flags #category: flags

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badtitude · 3 months ago

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≡ OUR FIRST DATE !! ARrC

( in which you go on a first date with them ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 120- 200 words : fluff : thanks for requesting @selina-74, i hope you enjoy this !! i think i'll only be writing for the legal line here the members are so young imo

hyunmin;

& hyunmin may not seem very diligent in this field but he would put a lot of thought into a first date, trying to make it as enjoyable as possible so you would agree to a follow up date.

& since it'd up to him he'd like take you somewhere it's guaranteed you would have fun just to not take any risks.

& an amusement park would be his first choice. he would make sure to get you as many goodies as possible, even though he rarely gets lucky at the game stands.

& on rides he'd make sure to hold your hand so you feel safe, trying his best to hide his own nervousness. you'd end up screaming together at heart dropping moments.

& by the end of the date, you would have laughed and screamed enough for a week, your hands would be full of plushies from each stand and your heart filled with joy.

kien;

& kien would go for a fun leisure activity to put you at ease, a bit like hyunmin but he would make sure you actively participating in the fun.

& he would be the type to take you to a karaoke bar or a roller-skate rink, so you can have fun together in an atmosphere where you can also relax.

& you would talk without feeling time pass as you do whatever, you will inevitably have fun till you're out of energy and then you would relax for the rest of the date.

& sitting down and chatting with food to get your lost energy back. you would laugh together over mistakes you made and your clumsiness on the rink.

ziwoo;

& ziwoo would be attentive to the things you've said you like, and come up with a idea for a date through that. he would make it pretty simple and leave the activity up to you.

& a nice walk together leading to the park where you'd spend the rest of your time together for a nice picnic date where you can talk for hours while enjoying the weather.

& he would have prepared your favourite snacks, and your favourite compact meals for you to enjoy during the date.

& it would mostly be both of you talking about anything and everything that comes to mind, imagining fake lives for people passing by, and reminiscing about past experiences.

& just in case he would have also gathered a few things, like mini canvas with markers and crayons, card games, bracelet making set, just any little hobby he knows you like.

& he'd walk you back home making sure to secure that second date.

choi han;

& instead of going over and beyond choi han would probably "not plan anything", he would go for a more spontaneous approach for the date.

& like if he just happened to be in your town he would hit you up, just to get to see you, and since nothing would be planned you would go for nice late night walk.

& it would be a very nice vibe, like a coming of age type feeling, just chatting under the night sky as you walk though the empty streets of your town.

& he would get to know you through the memories you share from the places you walk through in the town, like your old school, an old hangout spot. you would end up talking more than you expected and sharing moments you never thought you would

& the good part of there being no plan is that you can do anything if anything comes up unexpectedly, and despite how unplanned it seems he would have had a plan b just in case.

rioto;

& rioto would take planning your first date very seriously, he would try to find somewhere nice and unique where you could enjoy your time together.

& he'd prioritise a calm environment over the latter, a nice quaint cat café would be his ideal spot to get to know you better and enjoy the calming presence of cats.

& he'd be the type to just listen to you talk with his big brown eyes, just nodding and smiling, enjoying anything you're telling him. it might catch you of guard at times because of how soft his stare would be.

& if there's any silent moments it wouldn't feel as awkward, it would just feel like a natural feeling and you would be comfortable in the quietness.

& he would make sure you know he enjoyed your company by the end of the date, asking in the sweetest way possible if you would like to do something together again.

doha;

& for doha he would be super nervous but would want to hide it at all cost, so he would try to find a place where you don't actually have to pay much attention to him.

& he would take you to see a movie or a play so you wouldn't get to talk much during the date but he can still make you know that he's interested in you with subtle touches.

& he would pay more attention to you than whatever you're watching, it might have been an unconscious excuse to look at you back and forth for an hour without you noticing.

& by the end of the movie he would end up a lot less nervous and all his gallantry will show up, in the last moments leading up to the end of the date.

& your hand would be in his, his jacket over your shoulders as you walk back to your place. the conversation would flow easily thanks to the movie and once you reach your place you would find yourself not wanting it to end.

jibeen;

& in jibeen's eyes it wouldn't really be a date, he'd just invite you out because he wants to spend more time with you but that is technically a date.

& it wouldn't feel extremely romantic but you would be spending a good time with each other, probably at an arcade or an internet café.

& despite it not being entirely a date you would still get signs of his affection, in the things he'd do while you'd spend time together.

& when you're playing games against each other 8 times out of 10 he losing intentionally just so he can see your proud smile. if you're playing together on the same team he'd try his best to protect you.

& he'd end the date with a cute indirect confession that would make you lose your mind because you're not sure if he meant it platonically or something more.

#kpop fluff #kpop x reader #kpop fanfic #.filetitude #ARrC x reader #arrc #ARrC fluff #hyunmin x reader #ARrC hyunmin #rioto arrc #kien arrc #fxm #idol x fem reader

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zombienation · 9 months ago

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🎾 - hellooooo! searching for a challengers roleplay right now. i have a few good ideas and i’d love to write with someone! i’ve literally been addicted to challengers and i need someone to match my freak with this. i do enjoy writing as art but i’m more than open to write as patrick! i’m looking for mxm with a bit of a cheating trope. though, i’ll happily play against someone’s tashi or whomever you’d like and play multiple characters! i’m also open to playing art or patrick against someone’s oc!! i think that would be really fun, mxm or fxm is fine with me! (though i do have a mxm preference as of recently) i’d be interested in also doing a group rp if anyone is into doing a throuple with the three! nsfw is welcomed as always!! please only 18+ !! ⭐️⭐️ like this post or dm if you are interested!! ⭐️⭐️

#challengers #challengers rp #roleplay #new rp #oc roleplay #oc rp #mxm rp #mxm roleplay #fxm rp #art donaldson #patrick zweig #1x1 roleplay #roleplay partner search

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dark-rpfinderr · 23 days ago

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hey guys. 22 male here, gmt. looking for a mxf plot where you play as the female involving 🧑‍🧑‍🧒 on discord. i’m primarily interested in more smut-heavy plots at the moment, but there will still be a significant plot element of course. i’m only looking for 18+ partners.

i’m flexible with writing styles, dynamics, pairings and kinks. open to including 🕊️ stuff or more wholesome stuff. i have a few plot ideas in mind i’d be happy to share in dm’s. if you’re interested, like this and ill get back to you soon!

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like this post and anon will reach out!

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traumatizedoldmen · 12 days ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝟒𝟎𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝟓𝟎𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐨𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠—𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞-𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝…

(𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥) 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞-𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞⬎

𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞? 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫—𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧-𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞-𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐲—𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐬 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬), 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨? 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞…

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐬.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬…

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