Like genuinely it was one of the best I've read, I feel like the other ones Ive seen written don't really capture the characters well. But yours was awesome! And I loved the way you depicted caine, if you made another one or a part three to the original I would be ecstatic.
Thank you. I relate too much to that goober which is probs why đ
I don't think Imma ever revisit TADC unless someone ends up requesting it for like a follower event. Sorry.
Okay, okay, just listen. What do you think about "training" or "taming" hybrid Pure Vanilla?
He's already tame. What are we gonna do? Train him to fetch? He'd just do it anyways đ
He's always picking up after Custard III and the other wolves, picking up after you as his dearly beloved would be nothing new. However, if you were trying to train him like a dog and he found out? He's reversing the tables on you until you eventually come clean and apologize for treating him like a simple animal. He won't really hold it against you đ
Shadow Milk... Man, he would be into it đĽ
He would happily wear a collar with your name on it and just show it off the moment a wolf tries to chomp his head off like, "Look, do you see this name? Do you see this material?! She'll come after you and avenge me, I promise you!"
Saying all of this like you're not gonna beat him instead when Custard III tattles on him. He prefers it from your hands anyways.
Dark Choco would be somewhere in the middle. He'd figure it out eventually and just bluntly ask you what you're doing. Like did you think he was that stupid đ
But then, after you feel remorse, he wouldn't stop you? He'd just keep carrying on with whatever you have in mind, and it's like ???
I was the praise one, maybe like it's just a quiet night of them or us, or even both reassuring the other that they are loved but not super soft. Maybe someone,(especially in fount's case) criticizes them and it kinda makes them upset? Idk I'm bad with scenarios, glad I made you giggle though!
I read ts so wrong, you have no idea đ
Uhmmmmm a day or two more and you will see since I finally have time to write smut đđ
Can you do a pure vanilla or fount of knowledge with praise but not super soft smut? Idk how to really explain it, thank you and I love your writing!
Includes: Oral sex, P-in-v sex, Burn-out, Public sex/Semi-public sex, Orgasm control, Soft-ish sex
AN: Alternate universe because my reading comprehension skills are low at 3 amđ
Word Count: 1.4k+
đFount of Knowledge đŞ
âYes, just like that. Youâre doing so good.â
His voice is exhausted and his eyes are half-lidded while peering down at you with his cock stuffed in your mouth.Â
âYou truly are my shining star, Y/N.â
He reminded you of the walking dead with his sagging shoulders and depressed demeanor. You canât even fully recall the last time he had taken a break with you nor when he wasnât surrounded by students or paperwork.Â
Oh, FountâŚ
You decided to visit him in his office, only to find him face-down with his hair splayed on his papers like blood on a crime-scene.
âAH!â
Your scream rattles him awake, causing him to look around startled and confused.
âWh- what?! Where?! Who?!â
His eyes land on you as you mumble an apology. His frazzled hair that had been standing up in the air, settles down and returns to his burnt out body while he can only sigh. A hand on his head as he tries to shake away the dreariness and waits for you to approach him.Â
âFount, you're exhausted.â
âI know, but⌠It's just a little more and then I can-â
âFount, please. You need to rest.â
Your hand settles onto the one dangling over the armrest of his chair. His pupils slowly slide in his eyes until they're focused onto your smaller form.Â
âYou're going to burn yourself out like this. If you already aren'tâŚâ
He sighs in response to your words again. He knows he's pushing himself to his breaking point, but it just feels like there's so much to do, and he's the only one capable of doing it all.Â
âI knowâŚâ
âAnd we haven't been around each other for a whileâŚâ
You nervously shift to the side as you watch his frown deepen and become even more remorseful. He's been neglecting you, hasn't he? His fingers intertwine with yours as he tries to tug you into his lap, but you shake your head and stand your ground.
âAre you⌠That upset with me?âÂ
âNo, I just have something better planned~â
Usually, he would be wary of your mischievous smile, but being this drained, he could care less about your shenanigans.
âAh~ Y-you could've had a taste of my lips, but you chose my cock instead?â
He's less composed. His words lack their grace and prose as he watches his dick disappear between your plush lips. Your warm mouth engulfs his twitching genitalia and you can hear him whimpering with each swirl of your tongue on his length. Your wet saliva coats his cock and each bob of your head leaves himself clutching his desk.Â
FountâŚ
He sounds like he's about to cry when he cums on your tongue faster than either of you expected.
He must've been pent up so badlyâŚ
âI- Iâm sorry, my light. I couldnât⌠I didnât meanâŚâ
Youâre still sputtering out his cum, not quite hearing his weak excuses, and instead feeling his hand that was gently on top of your head starting to tangle between your strands. His grip is becoming tighter and you tilt your gaze upwards to look into his hazy eyes.
âBut you can do it again for me, right?â
Your tongue is already licking the trail of cum that had dribbled down his length.
đźPure Vanilla Cookieđź
âCan you believe that stuffy Fount lectured us?! Us, of all people, Pure Vanilla?!â
âU-uh⌠N-no?â
You huff as you cross your arms and kick your shoes off. It was mainly your fault, you suppose. Pure Vanilla just looked so cute studying, that you had to crawl under the table in the library despite his stuttering over how improper it was while you teased him. You were so close. You could almost taste him as you pried his legs apart for you to fit in between.Â
âAnd what do you two think youâre doing, hmm?â
It just had to be the headmaster.
Poor Pure Vanilla had screamed at the sound of the older manâs voice behind him, which made you hit your head on the underside of the table and reveal yourself. You dearly hoped he wouldnât peer under the table, butâŚ
Two glowing eyes pierced into your soul before a scowl of disgust appeared on his face at the sight of your hands still grabbing onto the hem of Pure Vanillaâs pants. His robes pushed up and to the side while his legs shook like a newborn fawnâs.
âYouâre serious? You two were seriouslyâŚ!â
His blue face nearly turns purple and with the way his teeth had grit together, you knew you two were in for the longest lecture of your life.
You loosen the hat on your head and Pure Vanilla follows suit. Heâs still a bright red and completely silent ever since the Fount had caught you two hours ago. Night had completely fallen as he had run out of breath before yelling at you two to finally just leave.Â
âSentencing us to cleaning the entire library for a week is insane! Does he think we wonât try to fuck in there again?â
âBwagh-!â
You hear Pure Vanilla sputter, choking on his own spit, at hearing your words. He canât believe that even after being caught by the Fount that you would still want to risk having intercourse in the library again. You look at him with concern, his hands are digging into his hat and he seems like he might implode any second.
âPure Vanilla, it wasnât that badâŚâ
âI⌠IâŚâ
He only turns away, running his fingers through his hair as you walk up to him. He is a straight A student unlike you, maybe he's worried that being caught with his pants down would affect his chances as salutatorian? No one was going to be valedictorian with White Lily around, that was for sure.Â
âPure VanillaâŚ?â
You ask as you approach him. You look him up and down and that's when you see it: his boner sticking out from under his robes. You're surprised you didn't see it the entire way to his room, but you guess you were too blinded by your fiery rage to notice the way he was uncomfortably shuffling around.Â
âHehe, you're just as bad as me~â
âDon't say it like that, and you're not bad.â
His honest praise always made you fluster and frown and leave you with a lack of what to say when he would counter your teasing so sincerely.Â
You let him come closer to you, his hand intertwines with yours as he presses his forehead to yours.Â
âI love you, Y/N.â
You hear those saccharine words again while you're underneath him. The moonlight does little to illuminate his room and it helps hide your flustered face that he keeps peppering kisses onto. Your body rocks, as does the bed, with each slap of his pelvis against your ass. The force of his thrusts keeps increasing and getting harder the longer you bite your lip to stop your whimpers from reaching his ears. His breaths fan your cheeks and neck and you're not sure how much longer you can provoke him before unraveling.Â
âAh~â
His cock has finally brushed your cervix. The meaty head twitches against it, and you can feel him still to smile against your cheek, almost as if to say gotcha.
Mewls and whimpers fall from your lips that Pure Vanilla gently shushes and presses his own lips against to silence. Tears well in your eyes from edging yourself to the brink of disaster.Â
âP-Pure Vanilla-â
âI'm here.â
He's lacing his fingers between yours again, pinning your hand down onto the bedsheets while the other lifts your hip for him to get a better angle. Stars dot your vision and he's quickly engulfing your mouth to swallow your moans. You've already been admonished by the headmaster once today, another scolding would probably make him cry. Your eyes roll back and your toes curl as you feel him pushing himself in as deep as he can go while shallowly thrusting before pulling out.Â
His weight lays on top of you as you two pant, sweaty and exhausted, and you were sure that it was because you two couldn't stop fucking like rabbits. The sheets under you are wet with your essence, and you feel like you should apologize for creating extra work for Pure Vanilla in the morning. His face is nuzzled into your neck and youâre about to tug at his arm to ask for another round, only to hear knocking at his door.Â
âPure Vanilla, we received complaints of noise coming from your room. Is everything alright in there?â
But first, you needed to hide.
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âPerhaps you should settle on a different case, Y/N.â
The chiefâs words echoed in your head as you tried not to scoff while stalking one of the Beasts. A group of nefarious and infamous mafiosos named so because of how cruel and cunning they were, evading law enforcement for years and increasing their bounties to a number that could let someone live comfortably for the rest of their life if they ever managed to catch even one.Â
You canât believe the chief detective could doubt you so much. You may appear air-headed at times and far too energetic around the veterans of the department, but you had still graduated from the academy with honors and were darn right confident you would prove all the old men in the department wrong.Â
Itâs a shame you never get the chance to.
đShadow Milk Cookieđ
No one has ever even seen his real face and lived until now. Months of lurking like a criminal, chasing dead ends, and finding the smallest of clues had finally led you to one person: Shadow Milk. You decided to keep the Beast of Deceitâs identity a secret for now, just up until you could gather enough evidence to have him found illicit in the numerous crimes he had committed under hundreds of pseudonyms and false identities. You couldnât just serve a warrant to the chief executive officer of the most prestigious school system in the country. Youâd be sacked immediately. No, you had to be more careful.
This is the worst decision Iâve ever made!
A slap to your ass leaves a nasty red handprint on your flesh and has you squeaking before picking up the pace of your hips again while the man in front of you languidly watches. He doesnât seem affected at all by your movements, even when you purposefully try to squeeze his dick for all itâs worth in the hopes that he finally cums and youâre able to extract some information out of him in his dazed state.
He blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette to the side before raking his gaze over your body again.
âIs this really the best they had?â
Tears well in your eyes as you bite your tongue to stop yourself from pathetically telling him off despite knowing youâre the only one to blame for even ending up in this situation. Youâre the one who wiggled your way into his contacts through one of your informants and apparently fucking the enemy really didnât work out like it did in the movies, or as it did for your fellow coworkers.Â
Youâve been grinding, bouncing, and squeezing him for what felt like an hour now and you had already had to steady yourself multiple times to stop yourself from cumming. It was pure torture. Your head feels dizzy and your senses are slipping away despite him only touching you once. You whimper with each smack of his pelvis against your sensitive pussy as your nails dig into his expensive waistcoat.Â
âDidnât they tell you to keep your hands to yourself?â
âS-sorryâŚâ
You sound absolutely pathetic and itâs only making him want to ruin you more. Watching the rookie who somehow managed to find out his true identity unravel under his fingers and on his cock gave him an endorphin rush that no crime could. The best part was that you still thought he hadnât figured you out. He could cum right then and there, but it was way more fun this way and it seems like you were at your limit.Â
He feels you spasm around his cock, your walls squeezing and massaging his cock in pleasurable waves but failing to milk out anything more than precum.Â
I- I canâtâŚ
Youâre panting as you lean your head against his chest, breaking the rules that had been pounded into your head by your informant. Oh how Shadow Milk knows itâll chew you up from the inside out when you realize how awful of an undercover agent youâve been.
âI didnât get to cum~ So, I guess this means I donât have to pay you or your pimp, right?â
Youâre still far too disoriented while trying to catch your breath that you donât hear him mumble your informantâs name.Â
âOh Salty, what have you doneâŚâ
He can see your eyes are glazed over and your face is a bright hue, making him scoff.
âHmmmmâŚâ
Your breath comes out in pants as he puts his cigarette out on an ashtray. His hands grasp your hips and you whimper at the thought of him wanting to keep going. Only to come to your senses when you hear the click of the handcuffs heâs gotten onto your wrists and attached to the bedpost. The key swings on his finger before it goes flying, meters away, and you see him feign surprise.
âWhoops! Guess youâre stuck like this, police girl~â
You can feel your heart drop into your stomach, but you try to keep your calm.
âI- I donât know what youâre talking about.â
His smile widens into the creepiest grin youâve ever seen, leaving you looking anywhere but at him while struggling against the cool metal that bound you.
âOooooo, and I thought I was the Beast of Deceit~â
You can probably kick him or something, but with your hands cuffed and armed guards waiting outsideâŚÂ
âStupid little police girl, who did you think was leaving you that breadcrumb trail, hm?â
Your eyes widen, only to squint shut as he draws a whimper from you with a single flick of his nail to one of your nipples. The nub immediately hardening again under the slightest of pressure has him giggling. A gasp leaves your lips when he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks until it starts to hurt.Â
âNow what should I do with you.â
He sing-songs as he swings your head from side-to-side in his grasp.Â
âWell, I guess I canât let you go running back to your silly police job, so Iâll just have to keep you.â
đśď¸Burning Spice Cookie đśď¸
The least secretive of the Beasts was the Beast of Destruction who constantly left a trail of scorch marks, blood puddles, and even shreds of money wherever he went, which meant he wasnât too hard to find. You could feel yourself having second thoughts whenever you would spot the sheer size of him from your hiding spots. It was terrifying to think that someone that large was that quiet with his shadow suddenly looming over you. You didnât want to turn around with whatever you would see probably being the reason for your heart giving out on you, but slowly you looked up. Rippling muscles and abs on bronzed skin with tattoos to define their structure even more. You gulp before titling your head further up and seeing glowing red eyes. His lips curl back in a smile to show off his sharp teeth and youâre hoping your death is quick.
Your hat haphazardly dangles on your head before falling off and hitting the floor with a soft thud.You can feel his dick deep inside of you. The prominent veins deliciously rub against your inner walls while he throbs from how tightly your walls are squeezing him. His cock bullies its way into you with each thrust and youâre left flailing as you try to steady yourself with the way heâs battering your pussy.
âAh! Ha~â
âYou like that?â
His laugh is akin to thunder with the way it rumbles in his chest and reaches your slicked core. Heâs handling you like a doll as he spreads your legs further to the sides to push himself deeper into you.
âNo! Ah! Youâre too d-deep!â
Your back arches off of the metal wall he had slammed you against while your pussy weeps with each new millimeter of his cock entering you. A cry slips past your lips as you feel his untamed hairs rubbing against your sensitive folds. The burn from the friction only makes your clit throb harder and your eyes roll back. You hiccup while scratching at his chest. Blood starts to bead on his skin and bury itself under your nails only further exciting him.
âHah! Ah~â
You dig your hands into your shoulders as he nearly bends you in half. His elbows under your arms and his cock shoving itself in and out of your slicked pussy has him grunting and groaning while quickening his pace. The indent of his cock when you look down at your stomach and when his abs press down on it, effectively punches the breath out of you. You can feel him nearing his release and you try to wiggle your hips away from the relentless onslaught.
âN-no, not inside!â
You wail and yet despite yourself, your legs lock around his waist as he spills inside of you. He punches his fist into the wall behind you while pumping you full of his seed while you moan and twitch in his grasp with your eyes refusing to roll back into the front of your head. You barely even flinch from the sound of the impact being so close to your head as small specks of debris fall onto your naked body and disheveled clothes like his cum should have.Â
âEek!â
You squeak when his larger body nearly engulfs yours. His teeth lightly graze your skin before starting to sink into the junction of your neck.
âY-you canât!â
âAnd why not?â
You mewl in shame as he laps the blood that had coated your collarbones and skin from the force of bite. Your hips twitch helplessly as he does as he pleases, leaving you tangling your hands in his thick locks to bring his warmer body close to yours.
âOh, thatâs not fair. You didnât get to cum too.â
He must have not realized you came at the same time as him.
âW-wait, I did!â
You choke on your spit as his warm thumb pushes down on your clit. Heâs shoving his dick back in as far in as he can before grinding more pressure onto your sensitive nub at a faster pace. Youâre only able to gasp and moan until youâre squirting all over his throbbing yet still dick and large hand.
Your pussy is stretched out to the brim while you spasm and try to come down from your high. Your hole twitches as he slips his cock out and his semen pours out. Instead of continuing to bully your poor cunt, he decides to dig his hand into your hair. You barely react at him tugging at it to have you tilt your head up, up, and up until your eyes finally meet his while he doesnât even bother to crane his gaze down more than he wants to.
âGood girl~â
đ§Silent Salt Cookieđ§
A well-kept secret within the police department. The Beast of Silence is only known to a few high-level officials within the upper-most branches, but to you, he was simply your informant. Someone you always trusted to give you information, no matter the price either of you had to pay to receive it. Even when he would warn advise you numerous times to just focus on minor infractions and misdemeanors, and even now when you had been presented to him by his own comrades. Youâre tied up, blindfolded, and unconscious, while dressed in a sultry outfit that he never thought he would see you in; you were too demure and a self-conscious stickler to the rules, always in uniform and ready to be called to work. So whyâŚ
âWe just so happened to catch a little mouse following us. You wouldnât happen to know anything about her, would you, Silent Salt?â
He canât say or do anything thatâll give him away, especially not with Shadow Milkâs eyes watching for any more cracks in his visage and Burning Spice itching in the corner for a fight, waiting for a reason to strike him down.Â
âNothing more than you already do, Deceitful one. Though I suppose this is an undercover police officerâŚâ
âDing-ding-ding! And thatâs ten points for you, Salty!â
He wasnât in the mood for one of Shadow Milkâs games, ever, and especially not now. His brain felt like it was on the verge of catching fire with all the strategies he was thinking of to get you out of here. But it felt impossible with Shadow Milk still here and with the fact that youâve already heard the nickname Shadow Milk has for him. Just that was reason enough to kill someone outside of the Beastsâ own ranks. He hoped he could possibly stall time long enough for one of them to leave on important business and then he can handle the other on his own before getting you out of here, but⌠If he tried to talk more than usual, it would raise suspicion. If he advocated for you with his actions, it wouldnât look good either since he was never one to stop an execution before unlessâŚ
âOooo, why are you looking at her like that? Caught your eye? HeheHAHAH!â
He tries not to scoff and glare at him, but his irritation manages to seep out.
âDonât make such a scary face. âTis a jest, but if you donât want her~â
He watches Shadow Milkâs gaze drift over your body. The way his pupils leer at your legs, your waist, and then your cleavage before finally settling on your plush lips while he licks his own. He canât stand here and do nothing.
âIâll take her.â
He canât help himself, he canât let you be at the mercy of the other Beasts, even if it means risking being caught as the rat in their ranks.
âHuh?â
Burning Spice has a look of disgruntled confusion while Shadow Milk feigns disappointment. He feels as if your fates have been sealed; it was a trap, but he could never let harm befall you even if it were a false threat. A scoff leaves his lips when he hears Shadow Milk whistling at him and follows it up with a glare that still doesnât shut the other man up.
âI didnât know you had it in you, Salty. I thought you were uninterested in-â
âYes. I know. Now may I be left alone with her?â
âYouâre fast.â
He looks at Burning Spice with wide eyes at his words while the other man doesnât acknowledge him and simply walks past him while aggressively bumping his shoulder into Silent Saltâs. Shadow Milk nearly floats out of the room while telling him not to have too much fun and that theyâll be right outside if anything goes wrong.
Curses.
It was one thing to be able to get you out of here while alone, it was another to know that that lecherous faux fool would be standing outside the door, waiting to call him out as a traitor.
âMmmâŚâ
He turns around at the sound of your voice. Youâre slowly waking up and heâs quickly rushing to your side. Youâve only been awake for a few seconds, yet you're immediately letting out muffled shouts of demanding to be let go while struggling to free yourself.
âShhhh. Calm down.â
Youâd know that voice anywhere.
âSi-â
His hand is slapping onto your mouth and you freeze as you hear his voice the coldest it's ever been.
âDo not speak.â
He waits for you to nod before slowly taking his hand off of your mouth while he undoes your blindfold. You groan as you blink in the dim lighting of the room youâre in with a pounding headache that threatens to send you back into the land of dreams. Numerous questions are at the tip of your tongue, but you hold back and look at him with pleading eyes to convey your thoughts instead. He sighs as he wonders where to start.
âYoohoo, Salty! I donât hear any moans of pleasure or groans of torture!â
He scoffs at the sound of Shadow Milkâs voice and feels his resolve wavering when he turns back to see your eyes wet with fear but with a shaky sense of hope. Hope in him.
Forgive me, Y/N.
Your eyes roll back as you let out a breathy moan. You always were curious about his appearance under his mask, and now you knew everything about his cock. The way it curved and hit your cervix, the veins that ran down his length and their shape, and the sound of his groans when your walls massaged his girth just right. Drool slips past your lips as you watch a sliver of his abs clench while slowly thrusting into you. The languid pace he had set was driving you mad, even more than each brush of his tip in the deepest parts of you.
âS-Salt~â
You mewl, catching him off guard. His hips stutter when your hands reach up to hold onto his shoulders and push your hips back in rhythm with his thrusts. Filthy sounds of sex echo in the small closet and your moans only grow louder as you near your orgasm. He wasnât even close, but your fucked out face was riling him up more than he would like to admit.Â
âPlease~â
Your plea has him snapping out of his thoughts and searching your face for what you wanted. Did you want him to go slower, more shallowly, or were you at your limit and wanted him to stop? But instead, youâre pulling him closer to you before smushing your lips against his, catching him completely off guard. You can see his eyes widen, his pupils darting to your half-lidded ones. His grip on your hips tightens and youâre moaning into the kiss, your tongue prods his lips as you beg for him to reciprocate the kiss.
Is this what you want, Y/NâŚ
If he werenât inebriated by lust, he wouldâve thought you wanted to be captured by his coworkers just for this moment. He would have caught you, heavily reprimanded you, and immediately told your superiors, but right now all he could think of was your soft body against his scarred and calloused one. The way your hips gyrated onto his pelvis, your moans for him to fuck you harder and to not let go. Surely this was all acting for the two men outside. It had to be, or elseâŚ
He lets himself go.Â
His lips slightly part and your tongue is immediately diving in and tangling with his as it puts up no resistance. He closes his eyes as he falls into your embrace. Youâre so desperate and needy, so soft and willing; he doesnât even know when his seed is spilling into you. His cock throbs as he hears your mewls and buries his face into your neck. You can feel him filling you up with load upon load like heâs been neglecting himself for eons with most of it dribbling out of your hole, unable to keep it all inside. You keep pressing red stained kisses to his lips and cheeks as you come down from your high, eventually sagging onto the chair; spent and exhausted. Your combined fluids make a mess on the floor that leaves him guilt-ridden as he covers you up before fixing his own clothes.Â
Not a second sooner, he hears the door thud behind him. Shadow Milkâs leg in the air while the door precariously continues to swing from the force of his kick.
âWhat did you lock the door for, Salty?â
Burning Spice looks like he wants to be anywhere, but here. He takes one glance at the scene in front of him and SIlent Salt before scoffing and turning away in disgust.
âOh wow! You really put the work in on her!âÂ
Far too cheery and energetic; he can tell Shadow Milk knows that something is wrong but refuses to address it. Burning Spice only rolls his shoulders and says he has to go take care of business, leaving you three alone, and thatâs when Shadow Milkâs facade drops. That sickeningly cruel smile adorns his lips and has Silent Saltâs glare deepening.Â
âGun or rope?â
âRope.â
He knows how suspicious he looks. His cover must be fully blown by at this moment, which meant none of his current or future actions mattered now. His neurons were fried as all he could keep thinking about was how soft your walls and lips were. The taste of your lipstick lingered in his mouth and heâs sure that it was most definitely smeared onto his face with the way Shadow Milkâs grin only kept widening the longer he looked at Silent Salt.
âOh, sure! Here!â
He doesnât bother thanking the other man as he hands him the rope. Shadow Milkâs eyes stay trained on him, nearly burning holes into his back while he loosely ties your binds. Youâre barely coherent as you twitch and whimper his name while he tries to plead with his eyes for you to stop talking. He eventually stands and throws you over his shoulders, your legs slightly tremble but you cease your movements as blood starts to rush back to your skull and get the gears in your head shifting again. You stifle your sounds and try to keep your gaze lowered while he carries you away. Yet, Shadow Milk still made sure to lean down and wave at you. A fat grin on his face while you could only look away in embarrassment and hope you two made it out alive.
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Going thru my old goons cuz I don't wanna get out of bed and... What do you mean I'm the only person on "#irontomb smut" and "#irontomb x reader smut"?
Where everyone at? We don't fuck with evil Phainon? đ
