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little samisa thing where like misa is just like unknowingly obedient. Like he doesn’t know it at all, but he thrives on praise and commands.
like if for example the team goes out to celebrate a win and one of the older teammates tries to drag misa into something. He’ll follow, but immediately as Sam calls out “Misa. Come here.” Then he stops in his steps and he turns back to the other, waddling towards Sam without a question.
And then like everyone including Sam is confused about this random thing, but Sam uses it always because he likes the way his boyfriend just melts like soft putty. So when misa comes over, Sam pats his thigh expectantly like he’s saying “sit here.” And misa will obey the command and go over.
But like he doesn’t realize that he’s really doing this, his brain just sort of tells him to do it and he does. In which he’s kind of like a puppy.
Like a puppy going back to his owner and Sam will always call him “good boy” when he comes back, and if misa had a tail, it’d be wagging.
Does anyone agree with this agenda lowkey? I might write a fic with this idea and also maybe one where misa got hit with a spell where he gets like dog ears and a tail. Just to write about that last paragraph lol.
I’m drowning in myself everyday without sharks hockey so expect more samisa things from now on from me as well as maybe some willmack or other ships lol.
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Today's KAITO module of the day is:
Mao Mao Chinese Zombie by Yoshiki!
Round 1:
Which COVER do you like better?
The Cookbook (Missy Elliott)
Hope And A Hand Grenade (Shayfer James)
Remember you're voting for the cover artwork NOT the musical content or artist!
Hello, I need your help. My best friend got cheated by her boyfriend, an homophobic douchebag that is in love with himself. He always makes fun of me when she is not looking and now he cheated on her.Can you give him his money back? Trapping him inside a gay bottom twink or something? Your pice will be mine. He deserves the worst for what he did!
When I read this I was hooked immediately. Not that I really cared to be honest. I mean, it is bad what he did, but for me, it was mostly an excuse. There's something really satisfying dealing with such a guy.
So I got on the road the same night. Luckily it wasn't that far. Antony even gave me the name of a bar where that guy frequently hung out so as it was friday, the urge to get there was even stronger.
When I got in, I couldn't see him based on the pictures Anthony provided. So I sat down to have a drink. The bar was moderately busy and I looked around, wondering if anyone could maybe help as there surely would be several knowing Lyle.
So eventually I started chatting to a guy sitting next to me. He actually knew Lyle, but just barely from the bar. He showed me another dude, though, that should be closer to Lyle.
It probably was a bit weird to ask about him like that even though I pretended to wait for him. But that guy didn't seem to care.
So I didn't care either, especially when that friend of Lyle went to the restrooms.
‘Why not’ I thought, going after him.
When I got in, he stood infront of a pissoir, his body nicely framed, a bit leaner than Lyle but easily some kind of gymbuddy.
‘Classic’ I thought when I saw him there, the room otherwise empty besides a closed stall.
But this wouldn't be the first time I acted in such a situation so I stepped to the urinal besides him, prepared to hit him with a shot as soon as he was finished, dragging him into the next stall, making sure not to be too rampant.
As he was sitting on the toilet seat infront of me I really got excited. He really wasn't the worst to slip in. Short hair, stumbled face, sporty, wearing a casual T and rather tight jeans which I was happy to get off now.
Seeing him naked, getting flatter and flatter only added to the appeal while I got naked myself.
As I eventually stepped out in my new persona the guy from the other stall was washing his hands, watching me suspiciously.
“What is it?" I hit him, getting quite the kick on speaking with my new voice the first time, but the other guy didn't reply.
Back in the bar nothing much had changed. So I went to the guys I saw my new persona with. Turned out to be a pretty good source of information, giving me quite some insight of Lyle though they probably exaggerated as he probably did to them as well. But after that I was pretty sure that he wasn't cheating just that one time. Unfortunately it turned out that he wouldn't be in the bar tonight. But this shouldn't be a problem at all as I got his address, making a bit of a fool of myself as the guy I was in probably would have known it already.
After another drink I eventually heading out, searching for the car the keys in my pocket belonged to. Took quite a while to be honest.
10 minutes later I stood in front of a small bungalo. Light was on. So I stopped onto the porch.
“Lyle?” I knocked. But nothing happened. When I listened at the door I could clearly hear voices, movement. So I knocked again louder. “Lyle, common! It's Keith!” I added.
Another moment passed until I heard footsteps. Then the door opened.
“What the fuck!” was passed along while a topless Lyle appeared, having his belt open, clearly coming from some business he wasn't keen on being disturbed from.
“You got company?” I asked cheekily which he answered with an annoyed nod.
And I don't know what really crossed my mind, but more on instinct than on a clear plan I quickly reached into my pocket, pulled out a syringe and stuck it into his waist before he could even begin to wonder.
I smiled, pushed my way in and looked around.
“What just…Keith?”
A girl was sitting on a couch separating the entrance to a living area, turning her head at the scene I was providing, just wearing a bra and clearly not being his girlfriend.
“Ah! I'm sorry. He seemed to have forgotten our plans” I said, taking the steps towards her to give her another shot as she was frozen in irritation.
“Caught in the act” I smiled, walking around the couch to get a good look. She was quite cute with long, dark blonde hair and good equipment under her bra.
As I saw them both, now on their way to be good suits, an idea came to mind. Something I haven't done or even thought of so far. But when it got to my mind I had no other chance than to do it. It was just the perfect opportunity.
So I got to Lyle dragged him to the couch before getting him naked, doing the same to his date. Then came the tricky part, but I really was determined.
A good half an hour, it was ready. Sitting on the couch, just wearing her tight slip was that girl. Or should I say, both of them, neatly tied up on hand and feet.
“What…” she got out, clearly still busy. But as she let out her first words a certain look came on to her eyes.
“Where…” again she froze, looking around and finally down at herself.
“What is this! What…” she let out again, not able to process the situation, finally looking at me.
“Keith, what is this! And why am I… my voice… my…” she said looking down at herself. Or should I say, himself.
“Isn't it nice to see the world from a new perspective for once?” I said, looking at her with a devious smile before coming closer.
“She got quite the bod” I said “Isn't she?” while my hand slid over her voluminous breasts.
“Don't!” he stuttered.
“Or what? You seemed to liked her pretty much” I replied “and I can't complain. That face, those tits, and not to miss what awaits down there” I said, stroking along her body before diving between her legs.
“What… ahh” he let out in a mixture of anger and discontent.
“Don't you wonder what pleasures all those chicks get with your manly work?”
His eyes widened. “You…” was all he was able to get out before I pulled up the cloth around his neck, limiting him to nothing more than muffled sounds when I took his hand to lead it towards my crotch.
“We will have a lot of fun”...
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