Ted Hughes, from a poem titled "Song," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems
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Ted Hughes, from a poem titled "Song," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems
a man whoβs cock is almost too thick to fit through your folds during a pussy job without having to spread you so wideβ¦..
βthat character is a war criminalβ that character is from a fictional fantasy world and did not attend the geneva convention
KΓNIG in MODERN WARFARE II
Spy!Reader had one order: Kill KΓΆnig on sight.
After weeks of tracking him across Europe, she finally had him corneredβor so she thought.Rain poured through a narrow Berlin alley as she tailed him, certain sheβd stayed invisible the entire time.
She hadnβt.
KΓΆnig had spotted her the first day.
She barely had time to blink before a massive hand wrapped around her throat, pinning her against the cold brick wall. Towering over her, soaked through in tactical gear, he tilted his head with a low chuckle.
βI was wondering when youβd finally make your move, Maus.β She answered with an elbow to his ribs.
The fight erupted instantly.
Despite the ridiculous size difference, she was fast. Every grab he made, she slipped. Every punch he threw, she redirected. Finally, using his own momentum against him, she sent the nearly seven-foot sniper crashing onto the rain-slick pavement.
Before he could recover, she was straddling his waist, pistol pressed beneath his jaw. Both of them were breathing hard, but KΓΆnig didnβt seem remotely concerned.
Instead, those icy blue eyes slowly looked her over before meeting hers again.
βSoβ¦β he rumbled. βThis is how youβve been imagining me, hm?β
βShut up.β
βOh?β His eyes crinkled beneath the mask. βSo feisty.β
βI said shut up.β
βYouβve spent weeks chasing me, Liebling.β His voice dropped into something smoother. βNow youβve finally got me between your thighs.β
She felt her face heat, but attempted to keep her composure. βDonβt flatter yourself.β
βI wasnβt.β He smirked beneath the hood. βJust making an observation.β
He shifted beneath her, trying to throw her off balance and without thinking, she leaned forward, pressing her weight down harder to keep him pinned. The movement pulled a quiet, involuntary sound from behind his mask.
They both froze. Then, KΓΆnig laughed first. ββ¦Well.β
His clothed cock jumped against her, begging for something more. She glared, βdonβt.β
βOh, Schatzβ¦β His accent wrapped around the word like silk. βYou felt that too, didnβt you?β
It was impossible not to feel it, her throat already dry from imagining just how big he was. It felt impossibly huge through his pants as she sat on top of him, just barely rocking her hips over his β pussy fluttering at the thought of the sniper filling her with his cum.
βI have no idea what youβre talking about.β
βLiar.β He spat before she pressed the pistol harder beneath his jaw. βI could still kill you.β
βYou could.β His eyes never left hers. βBut youβre not going to.β
βAnd whyβs that?β
βBecause if you wanted me deadβ¦β He gave another slow, amused laugh. ββ¦you wouldβve pulled the trigger before we started flirting.β
βWeβre not flirting.β
βNo?β
βNo.β
βHm.β He paused just long enough to let the silence settle. βCouldβve fooled me, SΓΌΓe.β His cock still throbbing painfully under her on the glistening streets of Berlin. Her assignment could wait, whatever was about to happen would be far more rewarding.
Wir hatten keine Zeit zu duschen...
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
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Franz Kafka, 1912
I will make you bleed. I will make you humble. You may be my creator, but from this day forward, I will be your master.