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dean winchester getting withdrawals from being buried between your legs so badly that he races home after a hunt and immediately has you sitting on his face
he literally has you sitting on his face so aggressively that he has to get a neck brace
Summary: a strange chain of events begins when you run into your ex a second time
Word count: 4k+
Tags: established relationship (Carmy x reader), porn with plot, threesome, Dom!Carmy, switch/sub!Dennis, Carmy is a perv, blow job (m receiving), p n v sex, making out, frotting, nipple sucking, dirty talk, Eiffel Tower position, spit swallowing, degradation, cowgirl, missionary, unsafe sex (don’t do this irl!), hair pulling (reader. But no description/hair type is given),
Whitzatto masterlist
a/n: MY FIRST FIC OF THE SUMMER YAYA and the long awaited pt2!!! I’m so glad you all enjoyed Whitzatto so much, I really only expected a few people to be into it, thanks for the love <3
The grocery store is calm in that slow, late-evening kind of way.
You’re pushing the cart while Carmy holds two jars of tomato sauce, studying the labels like it’s some sort of test .
You’re watching him compare two jars that look identical in your eyes.
Then he compare them again.
“You’re being obsessive.”
Carmy doesn’t look up.
“I’m cooking dinner.”
“Yeah, for two people.”
“Still cooking.”
You sigh dramatically.
“Carmen, we’ve been standing here for ten minutes.”
He lifts one jar.
“This one’s sweeter.”
“And you know that just by looking at it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s insane.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It absolutely is.”
Carmy ignores you and reaches a different jar.
You glance into the cart.
“There are like three different kinds of cheese in here.”
“That’s normal.”
“That’s psychotic.”
“It’s dinner.”
You stare at him.
He just places the approved jar of sauce into the cart and starts walking away. You follow behind, looking down at your phone as you push the cart.
A few seconds later you nearly ram it into him. You stop short.
“Carm what the—”
Carmys frozen in the middle of the aisle.
“…Huh.”
At the end of the aisle, Dennis is examining a jar of olives.
He’s wearing jeans and a light jacket instead of hospital scrubs. His hair is a bit messy, like he’s been running a hand through it all day, the same way Carmy does when he’s stressed .
He looks different outside the hospital.
Softer somehow.
More relaxed.
A second later he looks up, noticing the two of you.
“Oh–hey.”
You smile politely.
“Hi, Den.”
“Hey, Doc.”
Dennis laughs awkwardly. “You can just call me Dennis.”His eyes flicker down to Carmy’s hand.
“How’s the burn?”
“Fine.”
Dennis nods. “Looks like it’s healing clean.”
“Yeah.”
A brief silence settles.
Then Carmy scratches the back of his neck.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
Carmy shifts his weight.
“About the hospital.”
Dennis blinks.
“What about it?”
You immediately glance at Carmy.
This should be interesting.
Carmy exhales through his nose. “I was kind of an asshole.”
Your head snaps toward him so fast it almost hurts.
Dennis looks equally surprised.
“What?”
Carmy shrugs.
“You were doing your job. I was in pain, pissed off, tired. Didn’t exactly make the best patient.”
Dennis laughs.
“Honestly, you were better than most patients that come in.”
“Still.”
Carmy’s expression doesn’t change.
“Shouldn’t have been such a dick.”
“You really weren’t.”
“I was.”
Dennis opens his mouth to argue.
Carmy cuts him off.
“Look.”He gestures vaguely. “Since you’re an old friend of hers…”
“…let me make it up to you.”
Dennis frowns slightly.
“Oh, uh…you don’t have to do that.”
“I’m a chef.”
Carmy says it like it’s a real explanation.
“It’s what I do.”
Dennis studies him for a second.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
A beat passes.
Then Carmy adds casually—
“Come over for dinner tomorrow.”
Your stomach drops. But not necessarily in a bad way.
Carmen actually apologizing is rare in the first place, let alone him actively attempting to invite someone over and socialize.
Dennis looks surprised.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Bring your girlfriend or something.”
Heat rushes straight into your face.
That conversation you had that night, after seeing him at the hospital immediately floods into your mind.
Is Carmen really testing the waters to see if there’s a chance of fucking him?
Dennis rubs the back of his neck.
“Uh…”He laughs awkwardly.
“I actually don’t have a girlfriend.”
Carmy nods once.
“Ok.”
A pause.
Dennis smiles, not knowing what he should really do.
“Uh, but yeah. That actually sounds really nice...”
Something flickers across Carmy’s face.
Tiny.
Almost impossible to catch.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Dennis shrugs.
“I’d like that.”
“Cool.”Carmy nods.
You don’t look at Carmy. Because you know that look, you’ve seen it before.
The one he gets when his brain’s going so fast, that he’s already ten steps ahead of everyone else.
Dennis clears his throat.
“What should I bring?”
“Nothing.”he answers way too quickly
“Just show up.”
Dennis laughs.
“Feels wrong showing up empty-handed.”
“Wine then.”
“Okay.”
Dennis glances between the two of you.
“…You sure this isn’t weird?”
Carmy leans casually against the cart.
“Nah.”
Then he looks at you. “You okay with it?”
Your eyes narrow.
You know exactly what he’s doing. But Dennis is standing right there, so you force a smile.
“Yeah.”
You clear your throat, trying to sound casual.
“Of course.”
Dennis visibly relaxes.
“Alright then, so tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
The two of them exchange numbers.
A minute later Dennis takes a step backward.
“See you guys tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
You wave.
“Bye, Dennis.”
Then he’s gone.
Disappearing toward another section of the store.
The second he’s out of sight, you turn towards Carmy.
He’s already looking at you. That same quiet, but calculated expression behind his eyes.
“You never said you wanted to invite him over!”
Carmy starts walking again.
“You didn’t say no.”
“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance.” You scoff
“You looked fine with it.”
“Carmy.”
“Relax.”
You hurry after him.
“You invited him to dinner.”
“Yeah.”
“I know what you’re thinking of”
“Yeah? Probably because you’re thinking about it too”
You stop walking.
He keeps going.
Carmy glances over his shoulder, not bothering to stop.
A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Small.
Dangerous.
Then he returns to his process of comparing items that are virtually identical with each other.
And all you can do is try very, very hard not to think about what could happen tomorrow night.
The apartment smells ridiculously good. Butter, garlic, herbs. How it usually does whenever Carmy decides to make a nice especially nice meal for dinner .
It’s warm. Comfortable. Domestic even.
And you hate it.
Because Carmy’s being weird about it.
When he’s pissed he snaps, when he’s stressed he paces around like an animal in a cage, when he’s jealous he gets all quiet and rough around the edges.
Tonight?
He’s Relaxed.
It’s suspicious as hell.
You sit at the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone while also side eyeing him.
Carmy catches you staring.
“What?”
“Nothing...”
“You’re lookin’ at me weird.”
“You’re acting weird.”
He lets out an amused huff before just going back to work on the food.
The knock at the door makes your heart practically thump out of your chest, but Carmy doesn’t even look up.
“You wanna get that?”
You head for the door, mentally prepping yourself to let him in.
Because this is stupid.
This whole situation is stupid.
You open the door to see Dennis standing there holding a bottle of wine.
“Hey.” He’s smiling, but still looks incredibly nervous.
Honestly, you’d be nervous too.
You are nervous.
“Hi.”
He lifts the bottle.
“I brought wine.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know. It felt weird showing up empty-handed.” He shrugs as he walks in.
Behind you, Carmy finally turns around from the stove.
“Hey.”
Dennis looks over.
“Hey.”
There’s a second where they just kinda look at each other.
Not hostile.
But not exactly friendly either.
Carmy wipes his hands on a towel and walks over.
“Thanks for coming.”
He takes the bottle of wine from Dennis
“And for this.”
“It’s nothing fancy.”
Carmy glances at the label. “It’s fine.”
The relief on Dennis’s face is immediate.
“Sit down.” Carmy says, but it feels more like a command. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Dennis sits.
You sit across from him.
And Carmy goes back to cooking.
For a bit it’s just the sounds of cooking.
Then Dennis clears his throat.
“So…”
Carmy glances over his shoulder.
“So?”
“You’re a chef?”
“Yeah.”
“Like… professionally?”
“Yeah.”
Dennis nods slowly.
“That’s impressive.”
Carmy shrugs.
“I cook.”
That makes both of you chuckle.
“That’s a very modest way to describe it” you scoff.
A few minutes later he starts plating dinner. Watching him plate food is always ridiculous, every movement is so precise and everything looks perfect.
When he sets Dennis’s plate down, Dennis just stares at it in awe for a second. “…Jesus.”
“Try it.”
Dennis picks up his fork.
You can practically see him trying not to think about how weird this whole situation is.
Being in the apartment of a girl he slept with in college, eating dinner made by her boyfriend, seated across the table from said boyfriend.
He takes a bite.
His eyes immediately widen.
“Jesus.”
“Good?”
Dennis points at the plate. “This-this is insane.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
The tiniest smile appears on Carmy’s face.
The tension eases.
Not completely.
But that’s what the wines for.
Carmy opens the bottle Dennis brought and pours everyone a glass.
The conversation starts flowing easier after that.
Dennis talks about the hospital, long shifts, crazy patients that still surprise him somehow.
Carmy talks about the restaurant, kitchen disasters, food critics rom hell. But he keeps out the part about working yourself to death just to feel useful.
You help keep the conversation moving, filling in gaps whenever things start getting awkward again.
Because there’s still some tension.
Dennis is careful.
Too careful.
Especially with his gaze. He never lets his eyes stay on you for long, and of course Carmy notices.
Carmy notices everything.
Halfway through dinner Carmy leans back in his chair.
“So…”
Dennis looks up from the seconds that he’s drooling over“Yeah?”
“You two were close in college?”
Oh my god.
Dennis glances at you before looking back at Carmy. “We were friends.”
Carmy nods. “Right.”
The table goes quiet, and suddenly all that tension from earlier comes flooding right back.
“It was a long time ago” Dennis adds quietly.
“Yeah.”
Carmy takes a sip of wine.
“She told me.”
You resist the overwhelming urge to kick him under the table.
“Broken Bow seems like a small town,” Carmy goes on.
Dennis nods.
“It is.”
“Everyone know everyone kind of town?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Carmy studies him for a second.
Then he takes another sip of wine, and just lets the topic go.
Dennis relaxes.
He actually laughs at one of Carmy’s dry comments.
Carmy keeps small talking more than you’d ever expect him to.
By the time dinner’s over the atmosphere has completely shifted.
Not normal.
Definitely not normal.
But easier.
And against all odds, dinner is actually going well.
Which only makes you more terrified of whatever the hell Carmys planning.
After dinner, Carmy makes quick work of clearing the table. Within minutes the dishes are stacked neatly in the sink and the wine glasses are moved to the coffee table.
“Sit.” Carmy says, nodding towards the couch.
Again sounding more like a command.
You sit down with and Dennis settles beside you, leaving an appropriate gap between the two of you.
Carmy sits on the other side of you.
The wine has definitely warmed everything, not enough to make anyone drunk, but just enough to soften the mood a bit.
Conversation comes extremely easy now.
Dennis laughs more now, the sound warm and a little shy. For the first time all night he doesn’t look like he’s waiting to be kicked out.
At one point, he shakes his head.
“I still can’t believe I ran into you in the ER.”
“Yeah.” You smile softly.
“Small world.” Carmy adds.
Dennis takes another sip of wine.
“Honestly, I’m surprised you invited me over.”
Carmy leans back against the couch, one arm draped over the back of it.
“Why?”
Dennis shrugs.
“I figured you didn’t like me very much.”
You glance at Carmy. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Was I that obvious?”
“A little…” Dennis admits with an awkward laugh.
Carmy hums.
Silence settles over the room for a moment, but it’s a different kind of silence now.
Not awkward.
But definitely heavy.
Mostly because carmys hands are not being subtle.
One arms wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him chest. His other hand settles on your thigh, fingers tracing circles over your skin.
Every movement of his is deliberate.
And every so often, he stares at Dennis while he does it.
Eventually Dennis shifts in his seat. “I should probably get going soon.”
Carmy raises an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“I dunno it just…” Dennis gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Feels like I’ve taken up enough of your guys time already.”
“We’re fine” Carmy says.
Dennis hesitates. “It just kinda…feels like I’m intruding?”
“You’re not.”
The certainty in Carmy’s voice only serves to make Dennis more uncertain. Dennis looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what exactly is happening.
“Look, man” carmy finally says blankly. “We like you.”
Dennis blinks.
“You what?”
“You’re interesting.”
Dennis lets out a nervous laugh.
“That’s not really an explanation.”
“No?”
“No…i don’t–what exactly are you saying?”
Carmy glances at you before looking back at Dennis.
“I’m saying” he replies casually “that we want you ti stick around for a bit. Join us tonight.”
Dennis stares for a second.
Then another.
“Oh. You’re serious?”
“Yeah.” Carmy says.
Dennis rubs the back of his neck“I just uh… didn’t expect any of this.”
Dennis looks at you.
“Are you…okay with this?”
You can feel your heart practically beating against your chest.
“Yeah.” you say quietly.
Then he looks at Carmy.
“And you?”
“I invited you, didn’t I?”
Dennis laughs under his breath.
“Fair.”
The tension in the room shifts again.
Less uncertainty now.
More curiosity.
More possibility.
No one seems quite sure what comes next, but nobody is reaching for the door anymore.
“Relax.” Carmy says.
“I’m trying.”
“You look like you’re about to take an exam.”
That finally earns a genuine laugh from Dennis.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”
“First time for everything.”
Dennis shakes his head, smiling despite himself.
“You’re really sure this is okay?” he asks quietly,
Carmy answers before you can.
“Yeah.”
His hand gives your thigh a firm squeeze, casual and confident.
You turn toward Dennis. He still looks shy, but he hasn’t tried to leave. He hasn’t pulled away.
That means something.
You rest your hand lightly on his arm.
He tenses for half a second before relaxing beneath your touch.
“Are you okay with this?” you ask softly.
“Yeah.” Dennis nods frantically.
Your fingers move along his arm before moving on his shoulder.
Your hand slides from his shoulder to the his chest, resting lightly there.
He inhales sharply.
“Sorry, too much?” you murmur.
Dennis shakes his head.
“No, it’s just…” A nervous laugh escapes him. “I’m just trying to keep up.”
Behind you, Carmen lets out a quiet chuckle.
“You’re doing fine.”
The reassurance seems to help as some of the stiffness leaves Dennis’s posture.
“You can touch me too if you want.” you say softly, as if you're talking to a skidish animal.
Dennis blinks.
“I can?”
A faint smile tugs at Carmen’s mouth.
“Yeah.” he says. “You can.”
Dennis hesitates.
His hand hovers awkwardly between you two for a few seconds before coming to rest against your leg.
He’s still hesitant, as if it’s some sort of trap.
Carmy notices.
“There you go.” he murmurs .
Some of the uncertainty leaves Dennis’s body.
The room feels smaller now.
Closer.
The shyness remains, but it no longer looks like hesitation.
It looks like curiosity.
Like he’s finally allowing himself to be present in the moment.
Carmy notices that too.
A faint smile appears on his face.
And for the first time all evening, nobody seems eager to leave.
Continued
I reached the max word block limit so I had to split last part on another post!
happy fathers day to [reading list off my palm] frank castle, richie jerimovich, jack abbot, frank langdon, soldier boy, homelander, mikey berzatto, trinity santos, andrew 'pope' cody and the many other dadas i will suck- no uh... fuck- nope hold on.... Celebrate on this fine day and into the future
Telling Pope he has to fuck all my panties before I wear them so I have an excuse to jerk him off and watch his pretty cock look all dolled up before he cums all in the lacy fabric
i think Abbot would enjoy a little puppy girl. a pretty and hyper thing that mouths his dick with her ass in the air, eagerly rides his cock bouncing on his old bones. kisses him slobbery and messily in a way he learns to love. should i do smt with this?
@kinned-the-evil don’t hide from meeee this is so good!!
greeting him at nine am running over from the kitchen to jump on him, almost making him fall back with a groan as he catches you. “sweetie—” “hi jackie hi jackie hi jackie!” you’re practically squirming on him as he takes you inside, bag on one shoulder with you on his hip, licking up on his cheek and crowd feet.
“hello sweetie, you can’t keep doin that,” with sunken eyes he gives you a little smile and kiss, lowering you to the ground. “why not? you’re so big n strong n i missed you,” you take his bag for him, letting him trudge to the couch as you run around the house.
the second he sits back you’re at his feet, slipping his shoes and prosthetic off, purring when you hear him sigh loudly in relief. “thank you baby, had such a long night..” you kiss up his legs, thighs twitching as you make your way to his bulge. “did you see my texts? i missed you so much..did you like my pictures?” you’re shoving your nose into his crotch as you paw at his thighs, a low rumble leaving his throat.
“yes i did baby, looked so pretty,” he snakes his hand under your chin, playing with your collar and shimmery dog tag. “y’smell so good..worked up a sweat :3” you tongue over his growing clad cock, getting another groan from him. “definitely did,” he speaks casually as if he’s not receiving a mouth off from you. “had me..ripping and running. glad to be home with my girl. you havin’ fun down there?”
you’re moaning and whimpering and slobbering all over his scrubs, dusting at the fabric greedily. “mhm..” you lay your tongue out against his balls, a pornographic display, “can i get on top? please?” he can barely hum a yes before you’re jumping over top of him, pulling his pants to his knees and letting his cock spring against you.
“no panties? must’ve been touchin’ yourself,” he watches as you sink onto him with a loud moan, not wasting time and rutting against him hungrily. “yeah..been up all night..couldn’t sleep thinkin’ about you..” your arms wrap around his head, bare tits in his face as he hugs your hips. “s’ok pup..m’here m’right here..” this is your daily routine.
"daddy's little girl is growing up" but in a "he's your attending and you're his favorite intern and they requested you on the surgical floor for the duration of the shift and he's completely miserable and telling you to watch how you talk up there, remember to be tough, don't let them walk all over you and come back to him as soon as you're done." kinda way <3
a/n: these are just stream of consciousness hcs so i hope u enjoy
warnings: slight smut, fem!reader, she’s a little off but we still love her <3
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pope cody loves you and god, you love him. you would crawl into your skin and live there if he let you.
you match each others freaks in the most complimentary way possible. he watches you sleep, shower, and is more then comfortable to sit in the parking lot of your work alert with his back straight for hours on end while you’re on shift.
you hold force him to snuggle with you, shoving his large warm hand in your panties, just to hold your sweet cunt, it’s the only way you can fall asleep after a while ! at first he was a little confused but just learned to go with it.
he’s a little weirded out by your wet specimen kitten in your bedroom. it’s always staring at him ? but you love it so much, he can’t bare to say anything.
you exfoliate his skin once a week, and always make sure his cuticles are trimmed on both his fingers and toes. you diffuse his curls once a week, and he allows you to pluck his eyebrows once a month just to clean them up. he’s like your little doll !
he stares at you. his point of focus is always on you. but one of your favorite games is to take pictures of him when he isn’t looking. while he’s sleeping, cooking, watching a documentary, or making his little focus face you love soooo much when he’s staring at blue prints for the next job.
all the pictures are divided into the following albums: andy’s focus face 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎, sleepy andy ૮꒰っ˕ -｡꒱ა 🌙, andy at work (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ゞ. he found them one day when you printed them all out to add you your scrapbook .
in bed he’s always at your service: he’ll eat you out for hours, sitting you up on his face while he devours you like a man starving. he encourages you to be greedy. he craves your manicured nailed pushing his face into your princess cunt, nose nudging your clit while his tongue slips in and out of you. in between your thighs is his favorite place on the planet by far. who are you to deny him his favorite pass time?
you’ve gotten so comfortable with him, you’ll randomly push him onto his back while cuddling or watching tv and mount his face. giving him small praises and lightly stroking his dick. after, you always give him a “good job, andy. made me feel so good :)” he melts.
yeah he’ll do whatever you want. hold your sparkly pink purse while you shop? done. let’s you get tipsy and grind all over him on the dance floor? sure. give him sloppy head because he “looked at you hot”? he was just minding his business but ok.
you have a pet bunny and the bunny hates him. but that’s okay, he’s still a loving stepdad and is determined to make the bunny like him. even if he can’t stand floppy’s attitude and knows the feeling is mutual. he gives floppy treats, brushes her fur, lets her out of the cage for play time, she bites him every time. one time you went into the other room to grab something so he moved to put his face by floppy’s cage and said “if you don’t fucking get your shit together so help me, rabbit i will skin you and make it look like an accident.” him and floppy both know the threats are empty
you came back with a cheery face at them bonding ! your babies getting along ! you take a photo of him holding floppy with a scowl on both of their faces and it’s currently your wallpaper.
speaking of bunnies you absolutely fuck like them. pope is very free use for himself but he wouldn’t dream of touching you without your explicit permission. which is why you always are the one initiating sex, often sitting on his lap and using him to get off whenever you need. he loves when you walk up to him while he’s sitting on the couch reading, or watching something you put on for background noice and get off on his thigh because your cunt was feeling needy. or when you start to stroke him and proceed to cockwarm him while you smush your face into his shoulder and doomscroll.
he especially loves your greedy pussy. you wake up feeling achy after a dream and need him to fuck you nasty at 9:00am ? he died and went to heaven
some people may think you’re taking advantage of him because of how much he dotes on you. but he’s right where he wants to be so don’t try n help him.
Pope being obsessed with his plus sized gf and her stretch marks—screams
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He’s going down on you one inch at a time and stops to kiss all the marks on your stomach, trailing his fingers over the ones on your thighs. It's all sensitive skin and makes you flustered like crazy.
You get self-conscious about the stretch marks on your arms and chest, not wanting to wear any tank tops but here comes Pope caging you against the wall and putting your hands above your head, making you forget about the whole problem by sticking his tongue in your mouth. As one does.
He’ll buy you a fitted crop top and sit in the dressing room all grumpy cause there's no way you’re buying clothes without trying them on first. But then you put on that crop top that rides all the way up your stomach and stretches over your chest, bra showing a little cause it wasn't designed for big tits. It's hugging over your curves and tight around the arms.
He’s practically drooling.
And then you try on some shorts that dig into your thighs a little and show off your ass and Pope’s grabbing you by the belt loops and getting you on his lap, bulge pressing against your clothed pussy and thank GOD the door’s locked cause he’s gonna fuck you in the dressing room. Oh and he's gonna be watching you the whole time through the mirror.
He won't even be fast about it either, won't even care if an employee comes knocking, if he gets you banned from the store. He’s entirely focused on how your thighs wrap around him, how those shorts left little indents in your skin when he took them off. He’s grabbing fistfuls and rocking your hips, watching his cock just disappear between your plush lips.
“I still got stuff to try on,” you breathlessly whine, burying a moan against the crook of his neck.
“Mmm fuck clothes, don't need em.”
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Sometimes all I wanna write is dialogue so here's a little more ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)
“don't gotta care about anyone else but me, kay? They’re beautiful, remind me of a zebra,” Pope's saying, eyes all over you like he's gonna eat you (don't tempt him)
you roll your eyes with a scoff. “Points for uniqueness. Usually people say tiger stripes.”
“yeah but I like zebras more.”
“I'm being serious.”
“So am I. I like bein’ able to throw you around a little without worrying if you’ll snap.”
“… you don't think it's… I don't know, unflattering?”
“It shows you’re unique. Think I could find anyone with the same patterns? Probably not.”
There he is kissing all over you, marking you up with his teeth and tracing those patterns, sayin’ things like “I like knowin’ your skin and your skin only.”
POPE CODY HAS A MOMMY KINK BUT SO MUCH TRAUMA ATTACHED TO IT THAT HE’S AFRAID TO EVER REVEAL IT SO HE CAN'T GET MANIPULATED AGAIN, BUT YOU FIND OUT WHEN HE ACCIDENTALLY CALLS YOU MOMMY WHILE BEGGING AND INSTEAD OF ABUSING HIM WITH IT YOU SHOW LOVE AND CARE
