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Serve Me Tonight

Pairings: Sebastian Stan X Reader

Summary: Sebastian has had a long night at his premiere and comes home to you waiting to serve him

Warnings: Sex, Smut, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Caning, Flogging, Foot/Boot Worship, Slapping, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay, Blow Job, Bondage, Sir Kink, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Cumming Inside, Punishment

You waited patiently on your knees, naked as the day you were born, hair silky smooth and cascading down your smooth skin which was freshly washed and smelling of Chanel. Black leather cuffs encased your wrists and ankles, with silver rings dangling from them. The butterflies in your stomach hadn’t stop swarming, filling you with nerves and excitement. The room was silent, cold even despite the warmth from the radiator a few metres away from you. Your eyes kept flickering to the door, quickly falling back down to the floor as you didn’t want to be caught already. It felt like an eternity kneeling here, waiting for him to come back, but you did as he asked.

The sound of floorboards creaking made your stomach flip with thrill, straightening your back to perfection while the never-ending waiting carried on. You took one final peak at the door before you heard the handle push down with authority, the door opening wide with power. You could smell his rich aroma from where you were kneeling, a scent you knew all too well. You wanted to look up and see him but knew that was an infraction. He stepped over with pride, instantly towering over you when he stood not far. You caught sight of his ensemble. Black boot like dress shoes and tight-fitting trousers with a crease down the middle. He was already making you wet and you hadn’t even seen his face.

“Looks like you can follow orders then” he said swiftly, voice dominating and slightly condescending, but it brought a little grin to your face. There was always a tingle inside you when you were humiliated, shitted on, degraded. Something about Sebastian telling you how much of a fuck up you were turned you on and yet the very opposite did the same. Any praise he delivered made you wet and horny and needy for more. Just a simple good girl had you swooning. It was almost dangerous what he could do to you.

He was taking a dig at you from last time, the fact you clearly didn’t follow his instructions when he left you and came back to finding you lazy around on the sofa, completely disregarding his authority and command. You defiantly weren’t going to make that mistake this time.

“Yes Sebastian” you whispered and a hand straight away went to your jaw, lifting it up so he could look you in the eyes from where he was towering over you, shadowing you on the floor. You nearly gasped as you looked up at him. When he left, he was dressed in casual clothes, leaving to get ready for the premier of his latest film and now he was dressed like a boss, oozing with power and richness. Matching his dark trousers, he wore a cotton turtleneck jumper, the darkest black you could think off with a small print of Prada on the front and a double-breasted jacket buttoned. His long hair was silky smooth and messily combed back, a few strands dropping in front of his face and paired with his beard, he looked delicious. Your pussy instantly twitched looking up at him and even the idea of him being clothed and you being naked made him have more power.

“What did you call me” his said softly, his voice commanding but not aggressive.

“I mean yes Sir” you corrected, hoping you’d get away with it. It was an honest slip up. He smirked devilishly, his fingers curling around your chin, long and soft, his cologne filling your nostrils as it lingered on his wrist.

“That’s better” he dropped your head and stepped around you, walking to the plush chair behind you.

“I have had a long night and tonight you are here to serve me and do what I say, isn’t that right” he called behind you, his voice rising with volume and you heart fluttered with pleasure.

“Yes Sir” you answered sweetly, and a soft chuckle came from him.

“Turn around, come here” he ordered, dropping down casually into the chair, folding one leg over the other, his foot bouncing. You turned around, slowly crawling over to him, your eyes peaking under your dark lashes and back down again as you reached him, kneeling before him like a slave to their master. You licked your dry lips to moisture them, holding back the exciting grin you wanted to show. The table of toys was just behind him, all laid out perfectly and neatly. The decisions he could make with those thrilled you, had you curious as to what he was going to do with you tonight.

“Tonight, is about me, not about you. You’re here to do what I want and if you’re good enough then I might just do what you want, do you understand” he raised a brow as he stared down at you, his look both intimidating and captivating.

“Yes Sir” you nodded your head quickly, unable to contain yourself.

“Good” he murmured. He turned around, reaching over to the table behind him and picked up one of the implements, the cane. One of the most painful toys to use on you, but also most pleasurable. The control it had making you scream, giving you red marks, almost scaring you to submission was hot. Maybe because you were a pain slut or just a masochist or maybe because you’d let Sebastian do just about anything to you as long as it pleased him. Either way it both frightened and turned you on. He ran the cane through his hand, long fingers wrapping around the thin bamboo, teasing you.

“So, what are you going to do to please me?” he asked. He loved this, exercising his power and control over you. Where was the fun if he just told you want to do all the time. He wanted to be served and that’s what you were going to do. The swarm of butterflies had calmed down but now they were fluttering again, you brain trying to rack for an answer. Why was it when you needed to answer you went completely blank. You shuffled on your knees, nervously looking around and back to him.

“I’ll do whatever you want Sir” you answered, and he scoffed.

“So, fucking boring. Do you think I’m here to do all the work tonight. Come on, I want to hear something interesting, not just I’ll do whatever you want, make me interested” he mocked and you sunk down, biting you lip. You hoped that answer would see you through to the next round, but it’s clearly set you back.

“I’ll worship you” you said quickly, hoping it would please him and a tilt of his head said a good sign.

“Now I like that… how are you going to worship me?” he was intrigued.

“I’ll worship your body Sir, and your feet and you cock and any other place you’d like me to worship” you voice went a little quiet to the end, praying it would be enough to earn you closer to serving him.

“Good girl” he smiled, and he lifted his foot off his leg, spreading it out in front of him.

“You see these shoes?” he pointed to his dress show with the cane, the tip inches from it and you felt a tingle to your pussy, your body heating up.

“Do you know how much they cost?” you shook your head no. “No Sir” you whispered.

“Well, they cost a lot and I don’t want them to get dirty, so why don’t you start cleaning them” you knew exactly what he meant, and a grin appeared on your lips as you bent over.

“Yes Sir” you stuck your tongue out, licking up the length of the boot, catching sight of the red bottoms. Fuck, they defiantly must cost a lot. They weren’t even dirty except for some dust on the bottom but it was pleasing him, and it made you wet. The leather was hard and strong to your tongue, a tangy taste lingering on your tastebuds every time you wetted your tongue. Your pussy was dripping, slick running down your thighs, your clit tingling and aching to be touched. You could sneakily move your hand down there and give yourself a little rub but if Sebastian saw he’d punish you until you were sobbing and begging for forgiveness.

“Mmm good girl” he praised, and you grinned, blushing like a love-struck teenager. You pressed a kiss to the toe of his shoe, trailing them slowly, showing how much you worshipped him like he was a god. You licked the bottom of his shoe, the bright red soles shining as you licked all the way up, dust lingering on your tongue and tasting foul, but you ignored it. You’d do anything for him right now, even eat the dirt he walks on if that’s what he wanted.

“Now the other” he ordered, and you moved to the next shoe, repeating what you just did. As you licked and kisses and worshipped, you felt the tip of the cane slowly trace your back, teasing and tempting you. It made you stop for a moment, but you resumed quickly. He trailed the cane along your spine, up to your neck and gave it a little tap, the bamboo hard and leaving a tingle there.

“Good girl, I like this, watching you worship me like this” he praised again.

“Thank you, Sir” you smiled again.

“Now start up my leg” he pointed to the bottom of his leg, just around his ankle and you set up worshipping there. You pressed a kiss to his tight trousers, breathing in hard and running your face up the inside of his leg, peaking up from your lashes and catching that smirk on his face, those beautiful blue eyes watching you in pleasure, the cane twiddling between his fingers. But they made you a bit too excited and you rushed to his thigh, reaching for his belt to undo and reach in for his cock. You were hungry for it, eager to please it and taste it. But a swift slap to your face had to halting.

“I didn’t say you could take my cock out yet, did I?” he scolded, and you whimpered.

“No Sir” you knew you fucked up and the disappointed cross look on his face said it all.

“Bend over now, you need to be punished” he pointed to the ground in front, and you immediately followed his order, your heart beating fast, palms turning sweaty. You felt the coldness of the cane touch your bare ass, rubbing across.

“You touch my cock when I say, not when you decide, do you understand” he said.

“Yes Sir… Ahhh!” you yelped as the cane struck you, harsh and terrifying and leaving a long red mark of sting and burn across your ass.

“Thank you, Sir,” you thanked him, thanking him for your punishment which you deserved.

“Now continue, on my legs” he made it clear where to start again and you swiftly turned back to worship his leg. Kisses and nuzzles and little looks to him earned you a pleased smile.

“Is this good Sir” you asked, hoping for some praise. Your thighs and pussy were drenched now, almost leaking onto the floor. You weren’t sure how long you could last until you needed to touch yourself down there or have Sebastian touch you. Sooner or later, you were going to have to start begging.

“Yes, for once you’re actually doing as your told and not being a fuck up” he said which sent your pussy pulsing. Why was being told you were a fuck up so fucking hot.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, nuzzling his thigh in hopes you could move on to his cock. Sebastian leant forward, his hand grasping your jaw again and lifting your head. He leant down slowly, lips puckering, and he kissed you hard but tenderly, tongue forcing its way inside and dancing with yours, teeth grazing your lip and biting hard, yanking them out and grinning against your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, grasping onto his knees for support, silently begging for more by leaning in closer. He tasted amazing and his kiss sent you on a high like no drug could.

“You’re going to be my good girl, aren’t you?” he whispered, and you nodded.

“Yes Sir” you murmured back, pupils dilated, and lips swollen from the kiss.

“And let me do all the nasty things I want to do to you” he grinned, and you nodded, your forehead pressed against his. His beard scratched your cheeks, both pleasurable and itchy. His cologne really dripped from his neck, taking you on another high and you melted into his touch, his body pulling you in.

“Yes Sir, oh please” you whined like a helpless girl.

“Please what?” he teased; his bright blue eyes locked with yours.

“Please touch me” you wanted his hand on your pussy so bad and he chuckled.

“You want me to touch you… I thought tonight was about me?” he questioned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing.

“It is” you quickly said, and he hummed.

“Then I decide when I touch you, don’t it” his voice boomed, and you nodded. Once again you were too quick, too needy, forgetting about his wants and needs.

“Yes Sir” you answered, and he hummed in delight.

“Good, I want to have some more fun, turn around” he ordered, giving your body a slap, and ordering you to turn around. You swiftly turned, falling in between his thighs, and resting your back on the chair. His hand trailed over your body, squeezing, and touching your tits, your curves and edges, his long fingers gripping anywhere he could. His hand rested on your neck, slowly gripping it and he trailed the cane along your chest, slowly starting to tap it up and down, your skin beginning to burn and sting with every tap.

“You think you can just decide when you want to be touch, when you want to be pleased. You think this is all about you, don’t you?” he teased. Your body was heating up, from both the cane and Sebastian teasing and degrading you. You gasped and flinched with every tap as they hardened, turning into hits, and leaving red marks like stripes on your skin. You squirmed under his hand, trying to hold yourself down for the pain but your body was becoming sensitive. Yet your pussy was still wet and dripping and this pain was turning it on even more.

The cane struck you hard, slapping you in the silence of the room, echoing off the walls and your screams followed, whimpers and squirms joining in. Sebastian held you down with nothing but his hand, having complete control over you as he enjoyed watching you wiggle whilst he left deep red marks along your body. A greedy smirk rested on his face, pleasure in his eyes as he caned you like a naughty schoolgirl. With one final smack, he ran his hand over your sweaty body, the marks tender and fresh and you flinched as he trailed over them, tears almost running down your red cheeks.

“What do you say?” he whispered.

“Thank you, Sir,” you looked up at him, head still in his hand and he grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good girl, now I think it’s time to suck my cock” he teased.

You were bound on the bed, laid on your front with your wrists tied to each corner of the bed, your ankles the same. You pulled on the ropes pulling you into a spread eagle, completely bound and at his mercy. Sebastian stood at the other side of the bed, smirking as he watched you struggle, completely naked now and his suit disregarded on the floor into a pile of darkness. A flogger hung loosely from his hand, swinging as he padded over to you, teasing you as he walked with power. You bit your bottom lip in a hungry sexy manner as he stood in front of you, cock directly in your eyeline. He took it in his hand, rubbing slowly up and down, his length growing as it hardened and you looked up with curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

“You ready for my cock” he teased, slowly tapping the tip on your lips and you hummed in delight.

“Yes Sir” you whispered, and he took a deep breath, slowly pressing his cock inside your mouth. You took it all in, your gag reflex threatening to gag as he reached the back of your throat, but you took a deep breath, holding it back. His cock was so big inside you. Your lips wrapped around him member, slowly sucking as he pulled it back out and then shoved it back in. It pressed your tongue down, filling you up. Sucking noises erupted as you began to suck hard, spit dripping down your chin, head moving back and forth as you blew him. Sebastian moaned softly, flinging back the flogger, and smacking it on your back, both surprising you and turning you on. You pussy was aching for attention, dripping onto the soft bed sheets underneath you, thighs coated in your juice.

His cock was turning harder with every blow, lips tightly formed around it like sucking on an ice lolly. The position you were tied in was a little awkward and you had to pull yourself up more to get a good rhythm on his cock, yanking on the ropes pulling you apart. The flogger came down again, smacking your skin and you jumped at the thuddy sensation. It was different to the cane which was more of a sting. This felt like being punched almost, the thuds hard and leaving your body tingling. Sebastian rolled his head back, moaning in pleasure at your blow job. His other hand reached for your hair, gathering it tightly to get more control and he guided you faster, noises and spit flying all over the place.

“That’s it, don’t fucking stop, your mouth feels so good” he groaned, body turning shiny with sweat as it ran down his temples and over his chest. You felt his cock twitch inside you, clearly nearing an orgasm and you pushed yourself further on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat and almost sending you into a gag.

“Ahh yes” he gritted through his teeth, holding his cock inside your mouth, balls slapping your chin for a few seconds before pulling out and letting you breathe. Your eyes were watering, tearing up and spit covered your face. He shoved his cock back inside, fucking your mouth whilst attacking you with the flogger. Your hands gripped the rope tightly, yanking every time he hit you.

“That’s a good girl” he murmured, head rolling back as he moaned. When he pulled out, you gasped for air.

“Give it a kiss” he ordered, holding his cock for you. You leaned and pressed a kiss to the tip, sucking on it and tasting the salty precum leaking. You hummed in pleasure, looking up with doll eyes and he grinned, giving your face a tender stroke.

“Do you want to get fucked now?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yes Sir, please will you fuck me” you begged, a whine in the back of your throat.

“Since you were such a good girl, I think you deserve it” he swiped his hand under your jaw, padding to the bed and climbing on top. He knelt behind you, spreading your ass with his hands to open your pussy up, your gaping hole staring at him in the face, wet and ready to be used.

“Look at this dripping pussy, you just love being smacked and used like a whore don’t you” he teased, and you moaned, feeling his finger tease you as he rubbed it through your fold, thumb hooking under to press on your clit.

“Oh yes Sir, please” you whined, and he chuckled softly.

“You are so desperate for me aren’t you” he hooked his hands under your waist, yanking you so you were bent slightly, ass in the air for him to get inside. He positioned himself close to your pussy, the tip of his cock just touching.

“Yes Sir… please may I have your cock” you couldn’t wait any longer and the moment he entered you, you hit cloud nine, instantly finding that pleasure that had been denied from the beginning. He fucked you hard, slapping into you, balls crashing against the upper part of your pussy, cock fully emerged deep inside you, juice dripping over his hard member. The moans kept on coming, the bed creaking as he slammed into you. Your pussy was tingling now, desperate for an orgasm, only taking a minute or so to reach your nearing climax. All the teasing and denial had been pent up and made it so easy to reach. Your toes curled into the sheets, legs tingling with a numbness and face buried into the bed.

“Oh, please Sir, please can I come?” you begged, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

“Not yet” he said simply and quickly, and you bit you lip to hold back on coming. The last thing you wanted was to ruin everything by coming without his permission. His hands gripped your waist tightly, spanking your ass now and then to keep you awake and in the zone, fingers digging in and leaving marks. You loved wearing his mark, showing your battle scars, showing who you belonged to. A sign of ownership.

“Please Sir may I come?” you pleaded again, praying he would allow you to come. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to hold it back any longer. His cock was twitching inside you, his breaths deepening and turning heavy. He too was reaching his climax.

“You want to come?” he teased.

“Yes, yes please” you breathed, gripping the sheets tightly in your fists, knuckles bare white and nails digging in. Sebastian groaned loudly, heavy breaths as he reached his orgasm, spilling inside you, gripping your body tightly.

“Yes, you can come” he granted your wish, allowing you to unleash your climax and you did. Your pussy clenched around his cock, spilling over and juices leaking. You moaned heavily into the sheets, heavy breaths, and tired eyes. He slowed his pace down, coming to a stop and as he pulled out, he rubbed a hand across your pussy, making you flinch as it was super sensitive. He hummed in delight, letting you drop into the bed, and he climbed on top of you. Your hair was wet and stuck to your face, clouding your vision and he gently tucked it back with a finger. He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your cheek, lifting your head up to kiss your lips sweetly.

“What do you say?” he whispered.

“Thank you, Sir,” you smiled tiredly, and he grinned, kissing you once again.

“Good girl”

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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I own you | Max Burnett

Pairing -> Max Burnett x female!Reader

Summary -> Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, dark themes, kind of kidnapping, mention of drugs, Smut, fingering (fem!receiving), praises, daddy kink, degradation, slapping on the thigh, bit of breeding kink, possessive Max

Wordcount -> 1.4k

Request -> For your 1K Followers Special, I have a Max Burnett request with the prompts “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” and “You will obey.” Also can you add a daddy kink to it please. Thank you in advance and take your time🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request, Max with those prompts and daddy kink has to be possessive. I hope you like what I wrote with those prompts. My requests are open or feel free to join my 1k-Follower Special.

Masterlist | Max Burnett Masterlist

Max Burnett helped you out when the woman wanted to bring you back to the therapy you needed to start because of drugs a few years ago. He paid the woman and took you with him, and now you’re there, in his house, in your own room, waiting for him to come and bring you to the kitchen.

You’re still not sure how to react around the older man, but he has something that you like. But he paid for you and doesn’t let you leave the house or the room without him by your side. That’s the reason you’re sitting on your bed, reading the book you thought could be the most interesting.

“Good morning,” he says with a low voice when he opens the door of the room and smiles at you.

“Morning,” you mumble, looking at him.

Max smiles and walks a step to the side so you can get out of the room. You get up slowly and stretch yourself before you walk towards him. He follows every movement, making sure you won’t freak out and run away, out of the room and through the house.

“I’m not running away,” you say, rolling your eyes and waiting on the floor for him to lead you to the kitchen.

“You can’t run away. I own you.”

That’s the moment you groan annoyed and look up at him, his hand immediately holding you by your shoulder and pressing you against the wall. Max's face is just inches away from yours, his body pressed against yours while he leans closer, his jaw clenched, and his eyes staring down into yours.

“Don’t push the limits with your behavior; you will learn to do what I want you to do; you will obey,” he hisses through gritting teeth.

You feel suddenly so small with him towering over you, his hands on your shoulder, while he presses you against the hard wall behind you. You shiver slightly before you drop your head, and Max laughs darkly before his grip loosens on your shoulders.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you mumble, almost not audible.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he says, his tone cold.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He smiles before he shows his hand to the kitchen and lets you walk in front of him. You can almost feel his body against you, his eyes staring at you, following the smallest movement you’re making.

You look around, smiling when you see the breakfast he made on the table. With a few more steps, you walk closer to the table and take a seat, waiting until he sits opposite you. When you start eating, you look at him every once in a while.

“Max?”

“Mhm.”

“Will you hurt me?” your voice is quiet, your eyes fixing him, while your bottom lip softly trembles and your hand shakes.

The expression on his face immediately changes from a cold one to a soft one. Max hasn’t looked at you in such a soft and loving way before, but you could definitely get used to it. He smiles softly when he pushes his chair back and gets up from it to walk around the table and get on his knees in front of you. Max grips your hands softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the backs of your hands. Then he looks into your eyes, smiling a bit more.

“I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. I love you; I take care of you,” he says.

“Y-you can’t love me yet?” you ask a bit unsure of how he reacts when you say that.

“I can, and I do. And you will too,” Max tells you, smirking.

One of his hands lets go of your hand, and he slides it along your thigh. His fingers caress over the soft skin of your leg before he reaches your pants and lets his hand slip underneath them. Your eyes widen softly when you look at his hand, which is now underneath the fabric of your short pants, stroking your thigh softly.

“Max-“ you whimper, unsure how to feel with his hand so close to your throbbing cunt.

“Do you want me to continue?”

You nod your head softly until he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you swallow harshly.

“Yes, please.”

Max smirks; his fingers rub small circles on your clit, while he doesn’t even dare to look away from your face for a second. You moan softly, moving your hips to get more friction. He pushes your pants to the side and guides his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, more.”

You sound so desperate, whining for him, for his fingers, and probably soon for his thick cock, which is already growing in his pants. Max slips one of his fingers into you, curling it. Then he pulls them out of you and repeats it. Your walls are clenching around his finger, and you throw your head back while you moan shamelessly.

"Max, pl-“ he interrupts with a sharp smack on your inner thigh.

“You will call me 'Daddy', huh? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Be my good girl, babe,” he says, groaning when you grip his hair to ground yourself.

“Daddy, faster.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Max adds another finger to your tight hole and pushes them deep and fast into you. He still admires your face, the way your eyes are almost closed, your lips are parted, and your cheeks are slightly red. His blue eyes look so soft when he brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing it, and then he slides his thumb into your mouth.

You clench around his fingers; the pleasure in your belly grows, and you can feel your orgasm being close. Max can say it too, and he speeds up, hitting all the right places and making you moan loudly. He smirks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and gripping your jaw. You look at him, trying to throw your head back again, but he holds you in place.

“I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum,” he says, demanding.

“Please- Daddy, I’m so close.”

“So desperate. My little cock slut, only mine. Tell me, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” you whine.

Max groans, curling his fingers inside of you again. He would like to have his fingers buried inside of you for a while longer, but he would prefer to let you cum and carry you into his bedroom to give himself some release too.

“You’re right, my sweet little girl,” he says. “You’re such a good girl for me, so cum, now. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my fingers, and then I will fuck you. Fill you with my seeds so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and when you cry out, you cum all over his fingers. Your walls are clenching, pulling him deeper inside of you while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. He hits every spot inside of you, which makes you moan and whine even more. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy when you slowly calm down from your high.

“You did so well for me. Now you will give Daddy a thank you for letting you cum and allowing you to make a mess on my fingers," Max says.

He removes his fingers, which are soaked with your wetness, and looks at them. You can’t stop yourself from moaning when you see the admiring way he looks at his fingers and your cum all over them. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth and pushes his fingers between his lips. Max uses his tongue to clean them, circling his tongue around his fingers and groaning at your taste. When he slips his fingers out of his mouth, he stands up and towers over you, leaning closer until he captures your lips with his and kisses you deeply and passionately. Then he lifts you up and carries you into his bedroom.

“I love you, babe,” he says.

“I love you too, daddy,” you mumble, smiling, while he looks with his soft blue eyes and a big smirk across his face into your eyes and kisses your lips again. He is obsessed with you, and he can’t wait to see every inch of your body and finally breed you so you’re his and everyone will see that you belong to him.

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