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SNOWFALL
Robb Stark x !Baratheon Reader
Summary: an alliance of house Baratheon and house Stark was going to set place in Winterfell. Y/N Baratheon and Robb Stark were to be wed and be man and wife.
WARNING: MDNI!! Smut đ„đ„
THE EARLY MORNING WAS CRISP AND COLD, the warm breath that Y/N emitted could be seen in the air.
She held her coat close to her as she watched the morning sunrise. She felt sad as this would be the last moment she would be a young maiden. She would be married later in the afternoon and she felt frightened.
She was told her entire childhood that Robb Stark would be her betrothed. Her father and his father were friends and her father knew the best way their houses could come together was through marriage.
She was the oldest, being one year old than Joffrey and the only one of her family to have her fathers brown curls.
Of course her mother despised the agreement, she believed her daughter was worthy of a better suitor but nonetheless it was still set in stone.
Robb Stark was definitely different from what she imagined. She knew it could of been worse, he was a gentleman and kind, showing her the home that was soon to be shared.
And she could tell he was just as nervous was her. They were both young and knew their duties were required one day.
Y/N tried not to think of it as she felt the sun rise and felt the heat of the sun rest on red cheeks.
"Excited for the big day?" A voice said and Y/N jumped and turned to see her uncle Tyrion coming forward.
"Excited to be married and away from my family?" She asked her uncle sighed and stood beside her.
"It's probably better, you and I both know that kingslanding is no place for someone like you." He told her.
"And what am I?" She asked and he chuckled.
"Truthful, kind, surprising you turned out that way considering how your mother is." He said and she laughed.
"Don't say that too loud, mother can hear everything." She told him.
"That's because your mother is a wicked witch, have I taught you nothing from my bedtime stories?" Tyrion asked and the both laughed.
"I do, even though I know how my family is, I'll still miss them." She said and looked down at her uncle. "Especially you, what will I do without my favorite uncle?"
"You'll adapt, you'll grow that's a good quality you have as well." Tyrion said. "Just know that you'll be taken care of, that Robb stark is a good man, I hate to admit but he's a good man."
"Thank you." Y/N stared at the sunset and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Time to start the day?"
"Of course, let's go." Tyrion said and walked with his niece.
Both of them taking of the future and of the past, making Y/N feel at ease from the words of her uncle.
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After the small walk and talking with her uncle, she returned to her chambers and only a few moments of peace lasted until her hand maidens came in and began to get ready for the wedding.
She smelled of lavender and lilac, and her long brown curls fell perfectly. She felt refreshed and as they dried her, she saw her wedding gown laying on the bed.
Soon her mother, Lady Stark, and her soon to be sister Sansa had come in to help.
The Stark women came to bring Y/N gifts to welcome her into their home. Sansa had helped make a veil for Y/N and Lady Stark had brought a beautiful brooch of the Stark family to welcome her.
She felt so honored by the kindness of the Stark family, of course she could tell there was never a dull moment.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be alone with my daughter." Cersei told the Stark ladies and the nodded.
"Of course, see you at the wedding my dear." Lady Stark said and Sansa followed behind and left the two women alone.
Cersei looked at her daughter and smiled, she placed her hands on her daughter's cheek and led her to the dresser.
"Let me do your hair." Cersei said and Y/N nodded and felt content as her mother brushed through her hair. Feeling as if they were home in the castle. "This will be the last time I do it, then you'll do it for daughters of your own."
"I'll miss this." Y/N said sadly. "You always made the prettiest braids."
"Your grandmother did the same thing for me when I was a child." Cersei told her. "You remind me so much of her, my mother was so kind and i remember the day you were born, I could just feel my mother's presence in you."
As Cersei continued to brush, Y/N but her bottom lip and felt the creeping question she always had when it came to her betrothal.
"Mother, is it scary?" Y/N asked her. "I mean I know you didn't marry father for love, how did you do it?"
"Wine, lots of wine." Cersei said, bitterly and grabbed a chunk of hair and brushed it softly. "Overtime it did help that I had children, I had you, that's all that mattered."
"Do you think he'll make me happy?" Y/N asked and Cersei scoffed.
"I wouldn't count too much on that, sometimes it's just an alliance, remember that." Cersei told her and Y/N grew silent. "Are only duty is to marry and bring honor to our house through marriage and bare many children."
Y/N nodded and the two of them fell silent as Cersei continued to do her daughter's hair.
Cersei loved all her children but something about Y/N was special. She was her first, the first one of her children to truly live. She looked up at Cersei and when she did it felt as if nothing mattered.
Her daughter looked up to her and still does, Cersei knows the type of person she is, but the warmth and innocent eyes of her daughter made her feel human and her softer side was only seen by her.
Cersei didn't care of that her daughter wasn't Jaime's all she cared was that her daughter was protected. She truly had a place for her little doe.
"Lets get you in your dress." Cersei said as Y/N looked in the mirror and saw her hair up in a beautiful braid.
She followed her mother and helped her in her dress. She tied up her corset and helped her to the tiniest detail, knowing this would be the last time she would.
"You look beautiful." Cersei said as she led Y/N to the mirror. Y/N felt truly beautiful, she forgot for just a moment what awaited her and felt happy with how she looked.
"Thank you mother." Y/N said and turned to her mother and hugged her tightly. Cersei held her daughter right and tried not to cry.
The women heard a knock on the door and Cersei wiped the tears away quickly and cleared her throat.
"Come in." Cersei said and the door opened to reveal Robert Baratheon, Y/N's father.
"You look so beautiful my little doe." Robert said and came over, he took her hands and took a long look at her.
Y/N blushed and smiled as her father looked down at her with such pride. He thought Lyanna was the most beautiful but at that moment, his daughter was the most beautiful thing he had seen.
"Let us go." Robert said and Cersei sighed and grabbed her veil and placed it over her. "Robb will treat you right, he's a noble man."
Cersei fought the urge to bite back but knew better than to do it. Y/N walked along her mother and father as they began to walk.
Each step they took Y/N began to fully realize she was getting married.
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Many people were at the Godswood, the heart of Winterfell and where Lord Stark wanted the ceremony to be.
The tree stood beautiful before them, the faint redness of the leaves contrasted with the white snow. The birds chirped and the small murmurs of the people from Winterfell and the guests that came from Kingslanding.
Her mother parted from her reluctantly and went to where her brothers stood and Robert guided Y/N down the snowy path.
Y/N could see Robb in his bear skin cloak, his face freshly shaven and his eyes were full of emotions. Fear, admiration, and another one she couldn't figure out.
She felt her heart race as she came closer and closer to him. As Y/N and Robert came up to Robb, Robert smiled down.
"Take care of her." Robert said and walked over to his wife.
Robb looked at Y/N and he smiled, she blushed at his gaze and the Septon interrupted their eye contact.
"You may now cloak your bride and bring her under protection." The Septon said and Robb did so and placed the large cloak over her shoulders.
Robb then placed his hand on her back to bring her closer to the Septon and he continued.
"My lords and my ladies, we stand here to unite these two houses as one. Princess Y/N Baratheon and Lord Robb Stark as one flesh, one blood, and one soul."
The Septon pulled out a ribbon and grabbed both of their hands. Y/N's hands were shaking as the Septon took her hand and when Robb placed his hand on top of hers he took it gently and squeezed.
"In the sight of all who sees and in the eyes of the gods I hereby bound these two souls, binding them as one." The Septon spoke. "You may kiss your bride."
Robb looked at Y/N and leaned down to kiss her softly. When they kissed it felt strange, an unfamiliar feeling crept up and Y/N didn't know what it was but she liked it.
The feeling of his warm lips against her made her forget of everyone around them, ignoring the sounds of their cheering and screams of the houses being united.
They parted their kiss and looked at each other with bewilderment. Y/N smiled first and made Robb smile back, he kissed her left cheek softly and the both turned to the crowd in front of them.
"I present to you Lord Robb Stark and Lady Y/N Stark." The Septon spoke and everyone erupted in applause once more.
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After the wedding ceremony the feast that was held afterwards was a party to remember. For once everything seemed peaceful and joyful.
Cersei was actually civil with her brother Tyrion, Robert was blinding drunk yet, and even Joffrey was not as unpleasant as usual.
Everyone cheered and praised the happy couple, giving them their blessings and kind words.
It seemed everyone was so engrossed with the feast that Robb took Y/N away from the loud noises and back to their now shared chamber.
Y/N and Robb were still in their wedding garments, Y/N was able to get her braid undone and her long hair flowed behind her back. They were both unsure of what to do, and stood in front of each other in nervousness.
"I- uh- I know this isn't- that this is-" Robb was then was cut off by Y/N.
"Strange?" Y/N said and Robb nodded and sighed in relief.
"Yes." Robb answered. "We don't have to-"
"I- I want to." Y/N said, her face turning red. "I just want you to know, I know I'm not the ideal girl you intended to marry but I want to be the best wife I can."
Robb's eyes softened at her words, she cupped his cheeks.
"I don't want to be like my mother and father." She told him. "I want to be an ally, a companion, so much more than just an alliance."
She kissed both his cheeks and he grabbed her waist and pulled her close.
"I'd like that, I want you to know that I will be an honorable man."'Robb told her and held her tight. "I know I'm not the man you wanted either but I promise you I'll treat you as an equal."
Y/N nodded and grabbed his hand and placed it on top of her shoulders and guided him to take off her dress. The world felt still and they both felt as if they couldn't breath once Y/N's dress fell on the floor.
Robb then got on his knees and kissed up her thigh, she blushed bright red and felt electricity as she felt every kiss on her thigh.
She tried to hide a moan but Robb heard her and that's what made him feel bold, snap.
Robb suddenly got up and picked her up bridal style, she squealed as he placed her on the bed.
Y/N looked up to Robb and the look in his eyes held lust. She watched as Robb moved his hands across her body and felt her body tingle and goosebumps erupted.
He placed her on the warm bed, layered with thick blankets, and the soft feel of sheep's skin.
Her long hair fell back as Robb looked down at her, his eyes filled with lust.
"Gods, you're beautiful." He said and kissed one of her breast, causing her to squirm.
He smiled while continuing to kiss her, he went up to her neck and up until he reached her lips.
She kissed him and touched his cheeks gently. As they pulled apart they put their foreheads together and both caught their breaths.
"It's going to hurt for a second, I'll be gentle I promise." Robb told her and she could feel her tummy flutter as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it through he folds, touching her clit over and over.
She felt terror rise in her chest as she awaited the pain, all her life after she gotten her maiden hood, her maids, mother, and septas told her of the pain of her wedding night.
She felt his cock slide through and she hissed, she immediately put her hand on his arm and squeezed. He stopped and saw the tears fall.
"I'm sorry." He said and kissed her cheeks and waited for her to allow him to move.
"It's alright." Y/N told him and looked up to him with glossy eyes. "You can move, love."
The nickname she gave him made his heart swell and he moved at a slow pace, he tried not to cum as he felt her warm, tight walls grip him.
She felt the uncomfortable burn of being stretched and as he continued to move, the more bearable it was. The soon burn began to make her stomach flutter, and her breath hitch.
Robb watched as her expression changed from pain to pleasure. It made Robb swell with pride as his wife felt pleasure and leaned down and kissed her as his pace didn't stop.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped into his auburn curls. As they released each other from their kiss, she threw her head back with a moan.
"Please." She begged and Robb smirked, leaning down to her her ear.
"What? What do you need?" He asked tauntingly, and pulled back slowly and slammed back into her and she yelped in surprise.
"Please, don't hold back." She looked at him and touch her hand on cheek. "Fuck me."
She kissed him once more and he moaned in her mouth and obliged to her and began to fully pound into her.
He was feral, he was relentless and fully in heaven as she milked him.
"I-I'm, oh gods!" She yelled and felt her walls clamped down onto his shaft.
She felt him shudder in pleasure as his ropes of cum began to fill inside her.
"Gods, yes." He moaned and jolted as he moved his cock in and out slowly, coming down from his high.
She felt goosebumps on her arms and legs as she began to breathe heavily from her first orgasm.
Robb pulled out of her and she felt full of his seed as he collapsed beside her. She moved to her side to face him, the faint glow of the candles and fire shone on his face.
The look of happiness and content from his face made her heart swell.
"Hi." She said to him, which caused him to chuckle.
"Hi." He said and she felt her cheeks redden.
He put his hand on her hip and he could feel the goosebumps rise.
"So that was-" Robb couldn't find the words and she finished for him.
"Amazing." She said and he nodded, he leaned forward and kissed her lips softly.
"Now that you're my wife, I won't be able to get enough." He said and she shuffled closer to him and he held her in his arms. "I meant what I said."
"What?" She asked and looked up at him.
"I'd treat you as an equal, my wife and a friend." He said and Y/N laid her head on his chest. Smiling hearing those words and hearing the sound of his heart beating.
"Thank you." She said and moaned as she felt Robb touch her clit and made her squirm in his arms.
"What do you say, lady stark, another time?" He asked and felt his cum coat her thighs and smeared his cum around as lube and she could feel herself getting wet again.
"Yes, my lord." She said and Robb growled and got on top of her, she giggled as he enveloped her in his arms and kissed him.
She felt happiness in his arms, and held him close. Both of them later in the night tangled in each other and asleep together.
Both of them glad that they were husband and wife.
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Robb Stark*Dream Part Two
Pairing: Robb x f!reader
Summary: After finding out the reader had a special dream about Robb, Robb decided to show the reader what he had dreamed about her.
Warnings: Smut, dom rob, f receiving oral, 18+
Word count: 3214
Masterlist Here
Part 1 Here
You knew as soon as you left the table Theon or Jon would tell Robb exactly what kind of dream you had had but you also could not take the smirks from Theon and Jon awkwardly looking away from you. Once you realised there was no escape from Robb finding out you decided distance was the thing you needed. You excused yourself and began to make yourself far too busy for any of the boys to start their ruthless teasing.
The worst of it was Robb didnât even know it was about him. But you knew so now you had to act like no one knew encase he figured it out. So instead of risking it you did every task you could imagine over the next three days.
You showed Sansa some new embroidery stitches, helped Arya with her aim in archery, talked with Lady Catelyn about her upcoming nameday celebrations. At one point you even ended up in the kitchen peeling potatoes till Ned happened to see you and insisted it wasnât necessary of his Lady ward.
After being ushered out of the kitchen you ended up walking to the courtyard, looking for Bran to entertain. This was around the time that Jon and Robb went horse riding so you assumed you would be safe. You soon realised you were wrong as Robb and Jon rode into the courtyard earlier than expected. As Robb began to dismount his horse you saw Bran and Rickon playing and quickly walked over. Robb obviously noticing your pace changed dismounted even faster to catch up, Jon on his heels.
âLady- âRobb started but you crouched down to Bran and started talking over him.
âWanna play hide and seek?â you tried to sound innocent, but you could feel Robb staring at the back of your head.
Bran and Rickon instantly perked up at the idea as the older Starks and you typically did not want to play their childish games. âYeah!â Bran said as he ditched his toy soldiers on the ground.
Rickon was fast behind, âAll of you?â the little shit inquired and unknowingly ruined your plans.
âYeah, little man!â Robb said as he gave his youngest brother a fist bump to celebrate and gave you a knowing smirk. âJon you in? âJon mustâve read Robbs mind because he instantly agreed. âShould we do teams? If so, I call dibs on (Y/N),â
You stood up, feeling the colour drain from your face, but thank fully Rickon was not all bad as he quickly pointed out, âWe canât! Thereâs an odd number,â
âRicksonâs right. Every man for himself,â you agreed causing the youngest Stark to now fist bump you. âWhoâs counting?â
âJon,â Robb said before anyone could object.
Jon sighed but reluctantly went along with his brotherâs plan. As Robb was whispering something to Jon you started to back away, giving yourself as much distance from Robb as you could for a head start. Bran quickly explained the rules of how they played hide and seek, you couldnât hide in bedrooms or in the woods, as then told Jon to count to one hundred.
By the time Robb had turned around you were already at the opposite side of the courtyard and Jon then began to count. Jon had barely said the letter one when you sprinted for the stairs. You would never usually cheat when playing with children but this was a matter of life and eternal embarrassment so you ran as quickly as you could to your chambers, knowing how much of a stickler to the rules the starks were.
You were panting like a wet dog when you arrived at your chambers and flung the door closed behind you. As you took your cloak off to try and cool yourself down you heard footsteps in the corridor outside. You werenât as clever as you thought.
As quickly and silently as you could you began to slide under your bed, hearing a knock when you were finally underneath. Would Robb really come into a ladyâs chambers without permission?
Turns out he wasnât as much of a stickler as you thought as you heard your door slowly open and saw his boots walk in. Robb gently closed the door behind him, not wanting people to think he had ill intentions or his mother to find out, and he began to walk into the room before suddenly stopping.
You cringed as you realised you werenât wearing the cloak anymore that you must have dropped in your hurry. There was no point in trying to run now as Robbs boots walked over to the bed before he crouched down, his head peering under the bed and right at your face. A wolfish grin was placed on his face as he reached under and grabbed your arms to pull you out from under your own bed like a child. âFunny finding you here,â
You grumbled under your breath as you pulled yourself up to sit beside Robb on the floor next to your bed. âYou cheated,â
âYou cheated first.â He shot back but then the grin fell from his face, âYouâre avoiding me,â
âProve it,â you said, more stubborn than any other in the North but it was to no avail.
Robb rolled his eyes, âI just pulled you out from under your bed,â he said before asking, with hurt in his eyes, âDid I do something?â
Your heart clenched as his puppy eyes stared into yours, not realising before how he would feel by your sudden avoidance. You realised you had only made things worse in your attempts to avoid it, âNo you didnât,â you said before flinging your head back with a groan, âIt was me okay? I was embarrassed so I wanted to hide until you forgot about it or something I donât know, okay?â
Robb began to chuckle at your now flushed face, âIts okay,â he said as he took your hand, âIt happens its alright. Theon was just wanting to wind you up about it but its whatever. Its not like we can control it,â
âYeah, but it was just weird cause like,â you started to say but you realised there was no easy way to explain it, âI didnât want you to know,â
Robb paused for a moment, and you could feel the clogs turning in his head, âWhy just me though? Were you avoiding all of us orâŠ?â he asked, trailing off as he looked at you.
You closed your eyes and sighed, âJust you,â you finally whispered, and you felt his hand slip away from yours.
Reluctantly you opened your eyes to see Robb had turned himself to face you straight on, a smirk playing on his gorgeous lips, âWho was your dream about?â he asked the dreaded question, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. His eyes widened as he saw your flush and how your eyes would look at anywhere but him. âWas it about me?â he asked with a new strange shine in his eyes. You glanced at him before nodding and closing your eyes, waiting to be laughed at. Robb chuckled but it wasnât at you. It was deep and perfect, but it wasnât mocking or amused. âAnd what was I doing in this dream?â
You opened your eyes as you felt him lean in closer, his face only a couple inches from yours, his breath fanning your face. âYou donât think im some creep?â you asked, ignoring his original question.
âIâd be a hypocrite if I did,â Robb started as his eyes roamed your face and down your body, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, âBut you didnât answer my question love,â he said as you felt a wetness beginning between your thighs that his hand was so close to yet so far away, âWhat was I doing to you in your dream?â he asked as his eyes landed back on yours.
His gaze was even stronger than that in your dream and you struggled to speak at first, âIt was more me doing things to you,â
âWhat kind of things?â Robb leaned in closer, his lips grazing your cheeks, âIâd like to dream about them too,â he said as his hand moved further up your clothed thigh to land on your hip, âMaybe try some out as well if youâd like,â his hand gripped your hip tighter and you felt your stomach flutter.
âI was on my knees,â you started but Robb cut you off by gripping your hip and pulling you to straddle his thighs which caused your dress to ride up. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his hands found the small of your back, âand you were on the bed,â
âWhat was I making you do dove?â he asked as he took your chin into his fingers, forcing you to look him in his eyes while you admitted your secret dreams to him.
You cleared your throat and tried to look away, but he held your head in place, âYou were making me suck your cock,â you finally whispered, and you saw the wolfish glint return to his eyes.
âIs that so?â he said, and you could only nod. Robb grinned as he leant into whisper in your ear, his lips on the edge of it and his breath tingling your face, âDid you like it?â
âYes, my king,â you said without even thinking about it and now you were face to face with Robb again, his nose brushing off of yours, âSorry its just- â
âIs that what you call me? In your dreams?â he asked causing your face to flush and eyes to water before you nodded. Robb placed a kiss to your check, âI like that,â he said as he brought his hand to your face, his thumb rubbing against your check, âDonât be so sad love. Iâve had my own dreams too,â
âYou have?â you asked, and Robb nodded.
âSo many nights Iâve had dreams of you,â he admitted as his lips fell to start littering kisses from your neck to your jaw as he spoke, âof how you would look underneath me. I would imagine how you would look as you came undone around me,â he said which caused you to shiver and you could feel his smirk as he kissed your jaw before pulling back to have his lips hover over yours, âIâve dreamt of kissing these pretty lips of yours,â he said as his thumb moved to rub over your bottom lip like he had in your dreams before, âWould you like that?â he asked and you quickly nodded.
Robb wasted no time in closer the gap between you. His lips crashed onto yours and they felt better than you had ever imagined. They were soft but had become slightly rough from the cold northern air. They moved perfectly in sync with your own and the need for air did not seem to matter anymore. His hands crept down to land on your waist, pulling you closer, and on top of his clothed member which you could feel hard under his clothes. Your hands found his chest, feeling how toned he was through his tunic and wanted nothing more than to pull it off. Robb mustâve sensed this as he only broke the kiss to remove his tunic, leaving him in his undershirt, before he latched his lips to yours again.
This time he began to nip at your bottom lip for entry and you were no one to deny your king whose tongue slipped in as soon as you allowed. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his hips buck beneath you, his member rubbing against your clothed wet spot.
Eventually you had to break for air and the feeling of Robbs warm breath against your lips drove you crazy. âWould you like to know what I see in my dreams?â he asked, and you nodded, unable to speak from your desperation.
âI see you and me,â he started before pulling you to your feet from the floor, turning you around to pull the laces of your dress lose, âin my chambers with you in your pretty little shift,â he said as your dress fell to the floor. You shivered at the cold and the touch of his fingers on your back. Robb spun you to face him, your hands resting on his chest, âIn bed,â he continued, this time pushing you to fall back on your bed, âkissing you,â he said as he began to crawl over you, leaving a trail of kisses from your thighs to your chest to your throat, âeverywhere,â he finished as he kissed your lips again.
Your hands tangled into his hair as one of his moved to squeeze your breast causing you to gasp into the kiss allowing him entrance. You moaned as you felt his finger tracing around your nipple over your thin shift. âI always wondered what youâd sound like,â Robb broke the kiss to say as he continued his teasing, his fingers pinching it in just the right way to cause your whines. âOr how you would feel,â the loss of his hand left you are wishing from more, but your body shivered as you felt it brush up your thigh before settling where you wanted him most. He traced a finger up it is causing you to whine and him to chuckle, âDid you ever dream about this too?â he asked, and you nodded but this time he tutted, âUse your words,â he said as he began to place kisses along your jaw.
âYes, my king,â you said, and he finally slid his fingers in, stretching you as he did. You moaned as you felt them move into you and more when he began to curl them inside of you.
Without thinking your eyes closed but this was not good enough for Robb, âKeeps your eyes on me or Iâll stop,â he warned and you quickly opened them to see him gazing at your face, âGood girl,â he said as he began to curl his fingers again, âI wanna see those pretty eyes of yours while I fuck you with my fingers,â he said, his thumb now moving to press onto your clit, a whiney moan leaving your lips. âYouâre such a pretty little whore, arenât you?â he said causing the knot in your stomach to grow.
âThank you,â you whispered causing his smirk to grow, âPlease donât stop,â you begged.
âDo you want to know what else I want to know?â he asked, and you told him yes. âI always wanted to know how you tasted,â he said, and your breath caught in your throat at the idea, âDo you think you deserve that? To have your king in between your legs kissing you in unspeakable ways?â
âPlease,â you begged, his fingers still curling inside of you, âIâll be good please. I promise, Iâll be good for you,â you moaned, and Robb placed a firm kiss on your lips as he removed his fingers from you causing you to whine.
Robb trailed his kiss away from your mouth to kiss down your body finally arriving where he had told you about, âYour so impatient,â he chastised, his breath fanning over you causing you to shiver. Without warning Robb licked up your wet cunt and you let out a strangled moan as your body instinctively pulled away. Robb used his hands to press your hips down in the bed, âLet me take care of you,â he said as he licked again, another moan falling from your lips, âmy queen,â he finished before his tongue began its assault on your core which he was now lapping up and moaning into. His vibrations sending shivers down your spine as the knot in your stomach grew huge at the knew sensation of his tongue. He moved his head to line his nose up to your clit, nudging against it with every lick causing you to almost explode at his touch. His tongue began to move in and out of you causing you to bring your one hand out of his hair and up to your mouth to try containing your moans. âYou taste so fucking good,â he muttered against your core, âand you sound even better,â he said as he moved his fingers to your hole, diving in and out, curling with every thrust, so his tongue could move to focus on your sensitive nub.
Even your hand struggled to contain your moans when Robb began to suck on your clit. You felt an exploding pressure in your stomach which you struggled to contain but when Robb grazed his teeth against your clit you felt your whole-body tremor beneath him as you came undone from his mouth. You were almost gasping for breath, your eyes wet from the relief that flooded your body. You felt Robb pull away from your core as you stared at the ceiling panting like a dog.
His breathing was also heavy as he came up, his face now covered in your wetness causing you to blush, but he paid it no mind when he placed a strong kiss on your lips. âYou are so perfect,â he murmured against your lips. âI donât think I will ever get enough of you,â
âGood,â you said, your hand moving to hold his face in your hand, âBecause I will never get enough of you,â you said as you felt an overwhelming tiredness wash over your body.
âYou should rest love,â
âBut you didnât- âyou tried to argue but Robb would not hear it.
Robb pressed a kiss to your forehead, âYou can return the favour later sweetheart,â
You lay with Robb in a perfect silence, almost fully drifted off when you heard pounding on your door, âWe know youâre in there!â Bran yelled through the door, and you felt all the colour drain from your face.
You looked at Robb who was also stark white, âYou cheated!â Rickon yelled.
As they tried to open the door Robb sprang out of bed to hold it close. You could hear Jon in the background and quickly scrambled under your covers. âTell them I fell and hurt myself,â You whisper shouted to Robb who quickly nodded and yelled for his brothers to wait, and heâd let them in. he quickly shoved his tunic over his head and opened the doors as innocently as he could.
Rickon and Bran stalked into the chambers with Jon reluctantly following behind, making sure he was not about to be scarred by the sight in front of him. Ricksonâs face dropped in confusion, âWhy are you in bed?â
âShe fell- â
â-up the stairs- â
â- I had to help her here- â
â-we didnât cheat,â you finished your story which thank every lucky star Rickon believed. Bran clearly had his doubts but was too young to understand what Jon knew had happened. However, at Robbs suggestion they get to play with his real sword Bran dropped the subject. Lady Catelyn may be upset when she finds out what Robb had let them do but you both knew it would be far worse if she found out what you had done moments before they had barged in.
Taglist: @clairacassidy @twilightrows
#robb stark x reader#robb stark imagine#robb stark#robb stark smut#game of thrones smut#game of thrones#game of thrones imagine#Robb stark x reader#game of thrones x reader#got x reader smut#Robb stark x reader smut#fanfic#smut#smut x reader
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best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.
megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you â there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.
you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.
he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all â saving himself for you.
but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.
so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.
#this got um. a little more yan centric than i thought lol#i just think that hes sooo protective of you. definitely a silent admirer..#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#megumi fushiguro#megumi fushiguro x reader#megumi fushiguro x you#tw yandere#perce.doc#.jjkai
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toji ⥠crybaby pt. 2 cw ddlg themes
âm-m a big girl.â
you sniffle away sobs, forearm sliding across your glassy eyes, wiping your tears.
âyeah yâare. doinâ so good for daddy, hm?â
âyes..!â
âmm, daddyâs so proud of you.â
and he swears he feels your cunt clench around him. your pussy squelches with each thrust, every thrust puffing out pearlescent juices of your cum. youâre far past your limit, but your drive to please the man makes the pain inevitable.
ânâmore cryinâ baby. big girls take it without cryin,â right?â
âi-i canât, f-feels too good t-toji, iâ canât, daddyââ
âshh, daddyâs got ya.â he giggles. youâre so amusing, he thinks. how a fragile little doll such as you, was one to become so infatuated with a man like him.
heâs brutal, and violent, but not with you; no, not with you.
how you manage to get so overwhelmed over some dick.. god it makes him dizzy. he understands to an extent how good it may feel, but youâre just.. different. and it drives him crazy.
âdaddyâ i love you. love you, pleaseââ
and no. neither of you know what youâre begging for so desperately. but your sweetness, your vulnerability, it makes him want to protect you, to hold you, to love you with everything he has.
âgânna cum daddy..! pleasepleaseplease let meâ please.!â
âhah.. such a good fuckinâ girl. goâhead baby, good girls always get to cum.â
#dis got kinda sappy but#I DONT CARE!#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji fushiguro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#toji <3#toji smut#jujutsu toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro#toji x y/n#toji x reader smut#toji x reader#toji x you#drabbles ââ
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Ex Husband!Price who still comes over and shovels your driveway every time it snows. But then you feel bad because he comes into the mud room every fifteen minutes to warm up so when heâs done you insist he stays for a hot meal.
But then he helps clean up. Does the dishes and shoos you away when you tell him he really doesnât need to do all that.
Even worse if you have kids!! Theyâre thrilled that dad is around so they beg you to let him stay to watch a movie or play a few rounds of their video game. Of course you say yes. Who are you to take him away from the kids?
But then itâs late and heâs wound up carrying the kids up to their beds and tucking them in because theyâd already fallen asleep on the couch. You say your goodbyes and honestly itâs a little bittersweet because itâs been such a surprisingly good evening.
But when he tries to leave the drivewayâs already gotten all snowy again and youâd hate to be worrying about him driving home in these conditions so you offer him a spot on the couch swearing itâs only for tonight.
But then you get to talking about schedules and the kids sports theyâre signing up to play and he winds up walking you to your room so you can just finish your thought about how the two of you should split the costs for the sports your kids are doing in the spring.
But once youâre in your bedroom you remember that youâve been meaning to ask him about something on your computer so you leave him with your laptop while you get changed.
But then oh noooo he comes into the closet to ask you for a password and catches you pulling on the top of your pajamas. Youâre mortified. He says itâs nothing he hasnât seen before.
Somewhere in between deciding if youâll drive to or pick up from practice on Thursdays, his hands start to wander. Resting over your sex from over a pair of flannel pajama pants. Usually, youâd tell him off. Monologue about how this isnât how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries. But tonight you donât.
Maybe itâs because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since youâd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.
So you let him slip his hand down your pants.
But itâs a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.
#captain john price and the âif you give a mouse a cookieâ paradox you will always be famous#got lazy at the end tbh#moongreenlight#moongreenlightwrites#cod mw2#call of duty#cod x reader#141 headcanons#drabble#captain john price x reader#captain john price smut#captain john price#john price#captain price smut#cod price#price cod#price call of duty#captain price#price x reader
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craving consensual somno with (slightly intoxicated) simon riley and his (extremely heavy sleeper) girl. take this as ur warnings.
just him coming home late at night as usual, the bourbon in his system keeping him loosened up and tranquil, yet ever so cognizant as he enters your shared bedroom. those familiar creepy-crawlies invading his stomach with boyish excitement to see you, and quickly turning towards his dick when he lays eyes on your pretty body.
itâs nearly a routine at this point; you purposely fall asleep in these skimpy, two-piece pajamas, usually some sort of small berries, cherries, or flowers adorning the thin, white fabric that leaves little to the imagination, knowing itâll get him all worked up. the curtains are left pulled and the door cracked open, you kick the covers off and lay with a pillow hugged tightly in your arms beneath you to give him the best view; infinite signs telling him you want it just as bad as he does. it is routine, but it gets so him riled up, each and every time.
he trudges over, as quietly as the tipsy man can manage to the end of your bed, and with tunnel-vision on your exposed thighs. even his jaw fallen slack just a bit in hunger. desperate to get his hands on you after being apart for so long, and wanting to soothe that ache in his cock he hadnât even realized he was palming through his jeans.
you barely stir when he kneels on the foot of the bed, and neither when he crawls above you and places a kiss right behind your ear.
he presses a cold palm to your shoulder, attempting to urge you onto your back to give him a visual of your features. to let him see your curves in the raw moonlight, how the dainty material of your pajamas becomes a tad bit see-through around your tits and incidentally rides up past your bellybutton, endless thoughts running through his dazed mind as he eventually manages to flip you over successfully.
though, your sleepy hum suddenly alerts him to a standstill, his worst nightmare being to wake you from your serene rest. not now, anyway.
âshhh, sweetheart,â he gently coaxes you, and he canât help the grin spanning his lips when you mumble the first syllable of his name in that questioning, dreamy tone. he clears fallen hair from your face, slipping his pillow from your grasp as he mutters, âyeah, dovie, sâonly me. youâre okay, youâre safe⊠jusâ go back to sleep for me, now.â
your unconscious mind obeys like clockwork, the smallest of smiles curling your lip corners in contentment, and itâs only a matter of seconds before heâs returning to his endeavors.
kissing all across your exposed collarbone, thoughtlessly slipping a finger or two beneath the strap of your little pajama shirt and carefully allowing it to glide down your shoulder as he repeats the process on the other side. peppering kisses to your soft skin, before rolling the fabric upward from the bottom so he can properly pay attention to the rest of your chest and tummy.
lips grazing your sternum with short, controlled breaths fanning your sensitive parts; aware of how easily ticklish you are and attempting not to light that fuse, equally straining himself in not turning too feverish as he takes your hardened nipple in his mouth and paws at the other in his hand.
he works his way down slowly but surely, until heâs pulling your shorts off with tender hands and unveiling your bare, soaked pussy, and he canât even think to suppress the low groan pushed from his lungs at the sight in front of him. he inches forward with nearly crossed eyes, taking incisive ministrations in lifting your legs up and over his back.
your breathing hitches a bit in your slumber when he licks an almost reluctant yet long stripe from your hole to your clit, unable to give himself a moment to savor it before heâs diving back in for more.
âmissed this pretty, little cunt on my tongue, baby⊠christ,â he chuckles lightly to himself, âgood girlâs gonna be the death oâ me.â
he sloppily makes-out with your pussy, any and all devotions of rhythm and precision thrown far from his intentions. he only gets to be selfish when he has you like this, and heâd be damned if he doesnât take advantage of the opportunity as itâs laid out on his bed. moaning at your wetness and taste, how your pussy drools for more and coats his chin with a slick he devours like a madman deprived.
the small whines you make in your sleep are nothing but precious to simon, burning them into his brain like any other occasion heâs pulled them from your lips. saving them for the later times like when heâs a thousand miles away, locked away in some office, and canât possibly bring himself to bother you with a pestering, horny phone call.
you turn your head to the side with a hum, empty hands reaching for any semblance of comfort on your abdomen, which rather concerns him for a moment until he realizes just what you want.
he gives you one of his hands and you blindly accept it, wrapping your smaller fingers around his wrist and thumb to pull the appendage closer. resting just below your ribcage, satisfied and holding it close like you would a teddy bear.
âsweet thing⊠always loved this perfect pussy,â he mumbles right up against your warmth, quiet as to not disrupt your blissful obliviousness in your sleep. heâs utterly drunk on you and your taste, and the alcohol he had beforehand certainly contributes to his filthy, forward language.
âhow easy yâget on my mouth, ând yet how tight you are around my cock⊠fuckinâ hellââ
he watches intently as the tips of his fingers delve between your folds, gradually disappearing whilst your chest begins to heave a little heavier; a faint, broken noise of pleasure omitting straight from your throat. tightening around his digits as he pushes them further in, just as you do wrapped around his cock when youâre conscious.
heâs not thinking straight; heâs merely experimenting with you as he curls his fingers upward, prodding at that gummy spot in your cunt and greedily sucking on your clit to push you over. toying with you, rather, because the face you make when youâre first emerged from your slumber with a mind-shattering orgasm is truly priceless.
your eyes snap open as you come around his digits, squeezing his hands tight with your vision going blank. the high is strong but you donât allow it to last very long when the dots in your brain are connecting, turning you all excited for the implications of it all.
erratically catching your breath with a huge grin on your face, matching his as he comes up to greet you. heâs stupid, shamelessly drunk on your taste, and it radiates from his expression as if he just witnessed a star being born right before his muddy eyes.
you havenât a clue what just happened, but you fucking loved every sober second of it.
and before you know it, heâs coming back up to meet your lips with his own, which you graciously accept, taste of slick and alcohol and all. humming as he slips his greedy hands upward and behind your back, giggling when he impatiently flips over on his back and hauls you with him. til youâre curled up by his side, halfway on his chest whilst one leg slips between both of his bulky ones.
âiâm glad youâre homeâŠâ nearly a pout, âreally missed you, si.â
youâre the first one to speak, quietly, sincere as ever as you examine his pretty face. the faint bags beneath his lids, the wetness that sticks to his dirty-blond stubble. his rough and gruff exterior that hides behind it a boy whoâs absolutely and utterly whipped for you.
âthat right?â he taunts, eyes remaining shut. âand my tongue, i bet?â
you shy away with a laugh. he wonât remember these words in the morning, but youâve always loved how cocky and brazen he gets with a couple of drinks running through his blood.
âi missed all of you...â
his eyes barely have to open for him to effectively, and lovingly, judge you with a mere glance. itâs one of his talents.
âsome parts more than others, clearly.â
âthatâs not true,â you contest, but the humorous hesitancy and sheepishness in your voice tells him otherwise.
âsure, baby, sure.â he takes a moment to breathe, overtly proud of himself. âyâmissed my mouth, nâ my hands. even with how rough they are with ya sometimes, yeah?â you hide your flushed face in his neck with a groan, praying this embarrassment is short-lived though preparing for the worst as you feel his lips inch closer to your ear.
âprobâly missed me fuckinâ my cock into that tight, little cuntââ
âokay, fine!â you finally admit and pull away defensively, slapping his chest but only earning a laugh from him. âbut i definitely donât miss that dirty brain of yours, you big dog.â
âyou love me anyway,â he states, matter-of-factly.
you give a big smooch to his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and then down to his lips, which he returns.
âi do. a lot,â you add and he hums, feeling fulfilled.
and, oh, heâs so fulfilled with you. you take care of him by allowing him to take care of you, and itâs a two-way street. you ground each other whilst never forcing one to tether themself to earth.
you sit up to fix your top, smoothing over the fabric and shrugging the straps back into place. shimmying back into your shorts when you catch a glimpse of the large manâs dark jeans contrasting your light sheets, belt buckle glimmering in the corner of your eye.
âsimon, honey, you need to change before youââ
you look over and are suddenly forced to stifle a giggle when you discover that the poor man has fallen asleep, a droopy smile still ornamenting his slick-covered face. taking your hand and swiping the apple of his cheek with your thumb, youâre pleased when he doesnât budge one bit. dragging it downwards past his muscled chest and abdomen, landing just beneath his leather belt.
your fingertips trace his hard-on over the jeans, knowing you canât just leave him like this, all aching and pent up and too exhausted to do anything about it himself.
maybe you could do him a favor and return the sweet gesture? <3
#i got carried away#cod mw#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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Bucky pinning you down so you canât squirm and heâs just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = âŠ
- đŻ
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all đ”âđ«
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#đŻ anon#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader smut#dom!bucky#I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently#That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week#it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train#and I planned to write an exploration of it today#but you know#I like it just left there like that for now#I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break#but I don't know where to start#I got a new piercing this week and I love it!!#but I was in work on Friday talking about it#and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had#so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear#and the expression on his face was just pure maths#he didnât question it lmao
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wanna sit on nerd miguelâs face while i use my phone to snap other guys thatâs my little chair frđđ»
this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.
cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again đ reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!
âstop fuckinâ squirming down there and eat me out properly,â you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. âl-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.â
miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguelâs mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguelâs head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and itâs a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading âwyd?â
you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguelâs face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what youâre doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, âif you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.â and wordless, miguel does as heâs told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you donât let it derail you from answering peter back.
peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense âiâm sorryâ fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.
you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. âkeep this up and iâm gonna squirt on you, but i bet youâre into that huh?â you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ânothing reallyâ and press send.
immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, âwanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)â and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. âhey, look at me dweeb,â you say, turning the camera so that itâs capturing the angle of miguelâs mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. âremember what i told you about stopping,â you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. âthatâs a good boy.â
you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. âfuck miguel, youâre making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?â you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.
you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. itâs your pussy on miguelâs face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it âbusy, sorryâ, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.
a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguelâs neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. âiâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna-â and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. âoh my god,â you heave out, âst-stop, no more.â
miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. âare- are you okay?â
you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.
after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.
peter đź
| is that fucking oâhara..?
| youâre fucking with me???
| fucking whore
| you sleep with nerds now??
you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ânerds that can make me cum? yeahâ and unadd him after.
you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguelâs glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.
fucking dweeb.
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older! eddie catching u make him lunch for work and he ends up railing u against the kitchen counterđ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
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18+ please! fingering, unprotected piv (he pulls out), use of pet names, food mention obv
Your soft hums from the kitchen are what wake him, the sound floating down the hall and through the cracked-open door.
Eddie stirs, stretching his limbs with a low rumble of a groan, pressing his face into his pillow and inhaling. He can smell the sweetness of your shampoo on the pillow case, and he smiles softly to himself. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting the room in a honeyed glow. He sits up with another groan, scratching at the soft pudge of his stomach absentmindedly before standing.
He can hear the radio now, your hums following the tune of whichever song comes on. He can picture you in his mind; hips swaying softly as you sip your morning coffee, probably your second cup by now, picking at your breakfast. He can picture your bed head, your sleepy eyes, the smile that graces your face when he comes to say good morning.
What he isnât expecting when he trods down the hall is to see you making a meal, his lunchbox open beside you on the countertop. He watches quietly as you stack different ingredients to make a sandwich, taking care to make it look good. His hungry eyes rake over your figure, trailing up your legs, lingering on the way your tiny little shorts hug the meat of your ass. He was right, your hips are swaying to the music, tempting him to come right up behind you and squeeze a handful of you.
You reach into the cookie jar, picking out a few of your homemade cookies â snickerdoodles, his favorite â before placing them into a plastic baggie and tucking them into the lunchbox. He stays silent as you cut up strawberries, placing them in a container followed by blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Giving him a well-rounded meal, wanting to keep him energized and cared for.
Something deep within Eddie stirs, and he finds himself simultaneously aroused and awestruck at the sweetness of your gesture. Youâd never gone out of your way to make him lunch before, your relationship still in the early stages, and he feels his heart melt in his chest.
âWell donât you look beautiful this morning,â he speaks finally, your head whipping around to face him.
âOh! You startled me,â you laugh breathily, body relaxing entirely after realizing itâs only him.
He steps closer to you, stopping once his front is pressed to your back.
âWhatâre you doing in here, baby?â he asks, morning voice raspy and deep. It sends a shiver down your spine, shooting right to your core.
âMaking you lunch, handsome,â you reply, turning your head to give him a kiss.
âPutting in all this work for little old me?â He looks around at the scattered ingredients, realizing you mustâve already gone to the store this morning to buy half of it.
âItâs hardly that much work,â you say simply. âAnd yes, we have to keep little old you fed.â
He snorts, letting his big arms wrap around your middle. His lips find their way to your neck, your head tilting immediately to allow him easier access. You whine before you can stop yourself, your hands gripping the edge of the countertop.
âYouâre taking such good care of me,â Eddie purrs. âThink I need to take care of you.â
âEd,â you breathe, squirming under his roaming hands. âYou have to get ready for work.â
âIt can wait,â he replies, lightly kicking your legs apart with his foot.
He lets one hand trail down your stomach, dipping beneath your shorts and your underwear in one swift motion. His calloused fingers tease your clit, the scruff on his face lightly scratching your skin as he continues to kiss your neck. Youâre like putty in his hands, feeling your knees go weak the second he starts touching you. Your heart rate increases, breathing turning into pants and sighs as his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over.
The fabric of his pajama pants stiffens, his cock growing harder by the second. You can feel it pressing against your ass, and you wiggle your hips tantalizingly.
âMmm,â he hums, a sound that reverberates against you. âDonât tease, honey.â
He stops his steady pace on your clit, drawing his hand back so that he can utilize both of them to pull down your cotton shorts. Your panties fall to the floor with them, and you kick them aside swiftly as you step out of the garments. Eddieâs hand returns to its previous place, this time slipping two fingers carefully into your heat, wetness pooling around them.
âSo wet, sweetheart,â he coos, smirking to himself when you let out a high pitched whine.
âFuck, Ed,â you sigh, tipping your head back to rest against his shoulder. Your eyes close, reveling in his touch.
His free hand tugs at the waistband of his pants, slipping them down far enough to free his aching cock. The tip is red and leaking when he grabs it in his fist, stroking it a few times for good measure. Youâre a moaning mess in front of him, gripping hard at the countertop as his fingers curl expertly inside of you.
âFeel good, baby?â he asks, nipping at your ear.
âUh-huh,â you nod, incapable of forming any actual words.
âIâm gonna make you feel even better. That okay with you?â he continues, awaiting your permission.
You can hear his fist running over his cock, along with the groan he tries to stifle but fails. You can feel yourself clench around his fingers in anticipation. âYes, please,â you choke out, wincing slightly when he removes his fingers.
You steady yourself, body practically vibrating with need as his tip rubs against your folds. Large hands grip your hips as he sinks into you, punching the air from your lungs. He starts with slow, agonizing thrusts. Letting the drag of his cock make you delirious as it slides inch by inch out of you before gliding back in.
Heâs well-versed in this, had his years of practice, able to have your legs trembling for him in seconds. Youâre finding it harder and harder to keep yourself upright as he picks up his pace, pounding into you from behind relentlessly. Your nails dig into the countertop, back arching as his name tumbles from your lips on a loop.
âSuch a good girl, feel so good around me, baby,â Eddie grunts, his fingertips gripping harshly into your skin, keeping you in place as he drives into you even harder.
Youâre seeing stars, positive youâve never felt this good in your life. The radio still croons from the corner of the kitchen, the sound hazy and far-off in your ears. You couldnât name the song playing if there was a gun to your head, Eddie quickly fucking every thought from your brain until all you can possibly think about is him.
The tension in the pit of your stomach builds and builds, a coil thatâs ready to snap, and youâre suddenly certain that if you grasp the counter any harder your fingers will bleed.
His balls slap against your skin, cock gliding easily in and out of your dripping cunt. One hand trails up beneath your shirt, kneading your breasts and pinching the nipples between two fingers. You moan hotly, feeling your legs quiver, turning to jelly in real time.
âWhy donât you cum for me, honey?â he rasps into your ear, and itâs enough to send you entirely over the edge.
He curses as your walls squeeze him, clamping down as if your goal is to keep him inside forever. He manages a few more thrusts before heâs pulling out, cumming all over your ass. You can feel it dripping down, coating your skin in his sticky warmth.
Breathing heavy, you come back to reality slowly, dazed. The lunchbox sits packed in front of you, and youâre reminded that youâre on a time crunch. Eddieâs surely approaching the point of being late for work, and he watches you turn around to look at the clock.
âLetâs get cleaned up before I have to leave,â he says, pulling you against him to kiss you sweetly. âIâll get the shower going.â
You tug on his arm when he tries to walk away, getting his attention once more.
âDid you really get turned on just because I was making you lunch?â you ask with a smirk.
He laughs. âWhat can I say? Iâm a simple man.â
âNoted.â
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DAY 15: HYBRIDS
With: Megumi Fushiguro
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Sub + cat hybrid! Megumi, AFAB + owner! reader but no pronouns, reader is implied to be smaller than him, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight breeding kink, birthcontrol mentioned and used, purring/licking/mewling, he calls you his "mate" and u tease him bout it, needy megumi,
A/N: i had alot of fun with this one tbh. but also I usually write gn! reader, so dealing with readers pleasure is so hard to write about lol. i am so used to only catering to what feels good to the character.
Owning a cat was way easier than you thought it was going to be. Well, at least owning a cat hybrid was. Megumi, your adorable, slightly temperamental, and moody black cat has been living with you for about five years now, and you love him desperately.
He stays at home while you go off to work each day, but he never complains, instead just sleeps the day away. In fact, you tried introducing him to the neighborâs hybrid, a lab named Yuuji as a playmate, but he blatantly refused, growing annoyed almost immediately at how upbeat the dog was. Megumi preferred silence, sunbathing, sleeping, and your full attention. He was okay being at home alone until you got back.
He currently lays on the carpet, curling up in the warmth of the light, and dozing off when he hears the sound of your keys working their way into the hole. His ears dart toward the noise, and a smile creeps up his face, but his eyes remain shut, and he pretends to be asleep.
You open the door and sigh, eyes darting around the apartment to find your cat. When you catch him on the floor sleeping, you smile, shutting the door behind you and setting your stuff down on the counter. You make your way over him, dropping to your knees, and then finally laying down next to him.Â
You stare at his relaxed, content face, and begin to reach out to touch him affectionately. He grabs your hand before you make contact with his skin, and pulls it forward, pulling you into his chest. Then he wraps his arms around your boddy, intertwines the two of your legs, and nuzzles his face on top of your head, purring gently.Â
âHi Megumi,â You mumble against his chest. âYou are so warm.â
He nods, tail swinging behind him. âBeen in the sun all day,â He breathes, and you hum, curling up against him. â...Missed you,â Megumi whispers lowly, still rubbing his cheek against your head.
You chuckle at him. âOh whose this? My Megumi would never say something so sappy,â You tease, pulling away to look up at him.
He pouts, ears falling flat on his head as he rolls his eyes. âAm I not allowed to miss my mate?â He complains, but licks a stripe up your hair, still purring.Â
You groan when you feel his inhumane tongue lick your face. âHey, stop it. No grooming, humans donât do this.â You try to push him away, but he ignores you, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer.Â
His purrs grow louder when you finally give up, and you watch his tail swing back and forth from behind him. He licks at your face, and then your hair, and finally your neck. You shiver slightly, still not used to the attention even after all these years. âYou stink,â Megumi mumbles into your neck, using his tongue to wipe away some of the gross scents that clung to you.
âYou want me to take a shower?âÂ
He grips you harder, shaking his head into your skin. You feel his crotch press into your backside, and you raise your eyebrows, but donât say anything. âSâfine. I don't like it when my mate smells like other men though.â He rubs his neck onto any surface he can, scent marking you as his.
You roll your eyes, but smile. He was being strangely affectionate today. Usually, it was you who has to initiate physical contact and doting words. âJust coworkers, possessive cat. Whatâs got you all worked up today?â
His hips move closer to yours, beginning to grind himself on you. âWanna do it,â he whispers, so low that you could barely hear him. His cheeks pinken, but you can't see them, so you cant tease him about it.
You move your hips backward, meeting him halfway. He lets out an airy breath onto the back of your neck, and you shiver at the feeling. âYeah? You havenât been thinking about it all day, have you?â
He feels his cheeks begin to burn. âShut up.â A definite yes. His semi-hard cock continues to grind on your clothes, and you sigh at the feeling. You quickly manevour yourself to turn to look at him, and he pouts slightly, ears drooping, from the loss of stimulation. You roll your eyes with a grin, and tug at his pants. âRight now? H-Here?â He stutters, but helps you pull down his pants, obviously not too against the idea.
âDonât get so nervous on me now. What happened to my brave cat who was basically grinding himself on me just a couple seconds ago?â You tease, kissing at his neck and pulling a small mewl from him. He gulps, baring his neck slightly to let you plant more kisses on it. He grips onto the back of your head with shaky hands, encouraging the action.
You slip your hands into his boxers and he gasps, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes squeezing shut from the attention. You pull it out, and then proceed to pull your pants down. âHurry,â He demands, tilting your head up to kiss you.Â
It's a desperate sort of kiss, both of his hands cup your face and bring you impossibly closer to him. It makes it harder to remove your clothing, and you can feel him begin to grind onto your stomach.Â
You are forced to pull away to unbutton your pants, and he whines in complaint. âSuch a spoiled brat,â You tease affectionately, âCant go one minute without being touched? Are all kitties this needy?â
He looks away from you, pouting again, but you just giggle and kiss his jaw, finally removing your panties. âDonât know. Donât wanna think bout it. Do you not like when I am needy?â
He holds back a smug smile, knowing that this will definitely give him brownie points. He is right of course, because the next second you are littering his face and neck with kisses, while he purrs, soaking all the attention up. âOf course not. You are so cute needy.âÂ
He nods, smart enough to know that an argument will break out if he doesn't. So he smiles contently, melting under you and your soft touches. Finally, you grab his cock and press it against your entrance. Megumis mouth waters at the feeling, the warm welcoming sensation of your folds.Â
âDo youâŠuhâŠDon't you need to be preppâoh fuck,â He groans, throwing his head back as you sink onto his cock without much hesitation. You sigh into his chest, adjusting to his length â he was slightly bigger than adverage, and every time you take it, it always feels like a stretch, but it was an addicting sensation.
The two of you turn to where he lays on his back, and you on top of him, chest to chest. He grabs at your hips, hands shaking as he restrains himself from moving you up and down on his length. His eyes are screwed shut and his ears are pinned to his head. âHey, relax. Why are you so tense? Itâs okay for you to move, sweetheart.â
He heaves a sigh of relief, and nods, while you bring your hands up to pet his ears. He leans into the touch, purrs increasing in volume as he lifts your hips up and back down. He repeats the motion a couple of time, pants getting louder and half lidded eyes peering down at you. You in return have your own blush, its softer than his, but definitely noticeable. âIâŠCan IâŠFuck this is soâCan I thrustâŠinto you?â
He fumes red, and he turns his face into the carpet, embarrassed by his lewd words. Even after all this time, he is unbelievably shy, and can never voice what he wants in bed. âSo polite! Must of trained you well.â He nods, ears flickering to you at your sweet words. âOf course, kitty. Dont gotta ask, âm all yours.â
Immediately he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest, and begins to thrust upward. Your eyes widen slightly at his pace, and the roughness of it all, and you groan into his skin. He moans at the feeling, breath heavy, matching his pace. âOh fuck. This. This I wasâfuckkkâwaiting for this all day!â
You pant into his chest, a smile pulling at your lips. âY-Yeah?â You encourage, and he nods with a hum. Loud slapping of skin on skin fills the room, and his tail reaches up to wrap around your wrist. His cheeks are stained a permanent pink, and his chest rises and falls quickly with every pant.Â
You managed to shakily reach up to his ears, grabbing the both of them and giving them a small tug. He yelps slightly, back arching, but then moans into the touch. It was cute, he was super temperamental about the black ears. On some days he wanted you to pet and rub them, on others he wanted you to pull and abuse the sensitive areas. Today was the latter.
âWasâWas fucking my hand thinking bout you. Not as good. My mate is so warm,â His voice vibrates with a purr, and you chuckle at him above the lewd noises. It was endearing to watch his body succumb to pleasure. His voice always held a purr, but he still managed to make every human like sound with the addition to the vibration.
Eventually he flips the two of you over, his arms caging you in under him, as he licks and kisses your neck. âMhmmm. Mine, mine, my mate. Love you. Love you so much,â He chants into your ear, biting at the lobe while continuing to thrust into you at a merciless pace.
âS-So talkative today,â You mumble, gripping onto the carpet at a particularly harsh thrust. Usually, you were the one leading the dirty talk. He whimpers at the words, pressing his entire body on top of yours. He liked to be touching, and as much skin as he could, the better, but of course he would never admit that outloud.Â
âDont know why. Just missed you. Fuck I missed you. Why do you leave for so long?â He complains between breaths, his voice holding a dramatic whine to it. He nuzzles his face into your neck, scenting the area while you reach back and scratch his ears. âWhyâWhyâŠHah.. Canât you stay here with me? Th-Thought you loved me.â
He was being unreasonable and the both of you knew it, but today he was being weirdly sappy and clingy, so you didnât mind having to reassure him. âLove you so much. You know why.â You feel his teeth graze into your skin, and he probably has his ears pinned back. âIll try to work from home more, how does that sound?â
He nods, mewling happily to himself. Then he goes back to panting into your skin, licking and biting any surface he can lay his mouth on. You dont try to stop him, knowing if you do, he will probably get all pouty.
âCan I cum? P-Please? Been good, right?â He hasnât really, other than the sweet words he has let out, he has not be gentle at all. You will probably be stumbling by tomorrow. His pace is desperate, frantic even, that makes you begin to lose your mind.
But he was feeling good, and your thoughts were draining anyways. âSure, love, Iâm c-close too,â You sigh, closing your eyes and pressing your face against the carpet as you begin to feel that tightening feeling build up.
He gulps and nods, kissing your cheek. âInside? Please?â His words come out as a whisper, obviously hesitant about the question. He has been day dreaming about this for weeks, to finally cum inside you, but never mustered up the courage to ask. Today, he was feeling good, and you seemed to be happy at his behavior, so it was the best time to ask.
Your orgasm hits you out of the blue, and you are left trembling on the floor. Your eyes roll back slightly and you heave, âSâfine Megumi. J-Just cum!â You were on birthcontrol, it was okay just this once. Your thoughts were scrambled from the intensity of your orgasm.
His pace picks up again and you shiver at the feeling, while he lets out low mewls and purrs, happy at your choice. âIm cumming. Thank you, thank you,â He mumbles into your ear, and then latches onto your neck as he shoves himself as deep inside of you as possible, and cums.
He throws his head back and groans, arms trembling. It feels so much better than cumming inside a condom or pulling out. You are so warm, and the idea of the possibility of him breeding you, leaves him shivering with glee. He would never tell you this of course, you would most definitely call him a perv or an animal.
He collapses on top of you, practically glowing, and purring happily from above. He flips the two of you over so that you are back on his chest, peering up at him. His face is damp with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed pink, but he wears a small, content smile.Â
You feel cum begin to ooze out of you and you groan. âUgh, now I definitely need a shower.â He cringes at the words, and you laugh. âCanât believe you hate water, you are such a sterotypical cat.â He frowns, and rolls his eyes, not responding, because you are completely right.
âAw cmon, mate, dont get all pouty now,â You tease, and his eyes flash to you in an instant. His cheeks turn a vicious red, and he covers his face with his hand,
â...Call me that again,â Megumi whispers, so low that you could barely hear him.
You raise your eyebrows, cocking your head to the side. âMy mate?â
He begins to purr again, hands wrapping around your back to pull you up closer to him. He leans in, and hesitantly presses his lips to yours, pulling back slightly to mumble, â'm hard again.â
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Robb Stark*Dream
Pairing: Robb x reader (could be modern au or cannon universe)
Summary: Robb questions reader on the dream they had not relaising it had been about him.
Warnings: smut with little plot. Dom Rob. Smut under the cut 18+
Word count: 1175
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Recently the storms in Winterfell had gotten worse resulting in the wind alone keeping many up all night. This caused many groggy faces in the dinning hall during breakfast, yours being one of them.
âCouldnât sleep?â Jon asked as you took your usual seat at your table with Jon, Robb, and Theon who were your closest friends at Winterfell.
You nodded as you silently began to butter your bread, a much-needed breakfast after a night of tossing and turning. âMe neither,â Robb said as he poured you a cup of water. âThe wind kept me up all night,â Despite his not sleeping the eldest Stark looked as handsome as usual if not more so with his hair still slightly messed up from his own late night struggles. In a way it was his fault for you sleep troubles.
âIt wasnât the wind,â you said.
Your filter had clearly not woken up with the rest of you as now all three boys were concerned, Robb especially. âIs everything alright? Did something happen last night?â Robb asked.
You did your best to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks as you avoided eye contact with the boys, âNothing just some weird dreams is all,â You said trying desperately not to look at Robb.
âWhat kind of dreams?â Theon asked.
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âYou look so pretty down on your knees,â Robb cooed as he held your jaw, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.
âOpen,â he commanded, and you gladly complied as he put his thumb in your mouth, pressing on your tongue to keep it open, âSuch a good little slut,â Robb praised as you clamped your thighs together hoping for any kind of relief. You craved his touch, his hands all over you but you had to be patient. He had told you this over and over again.
Robb was sat on the edge of his bed with you on your knees, mouth open in front of him. Silence overtook the room as Robb maintained eye contact causing you to squirm and grow wetter by the second as your cheeks began to flush. There was no better sight Robb wished to see. He began to smirk âAm I making you nervous love?â he asked but you didnât have to say anything for him to know your answer.
Robb tightened his grip and forced your head back to look at him. âKeep your eyes on me love. Are you going to be a good girl for me?â he asked causing a warm feeling to crawl in your stomach with his words alone. You nodded but it wasnât enough for him, âUse your words sweetheart,â he said as he slid his thumb out of your mouth to rub it across your bottom lip, coating it with your own saliva.
You placed a kiss to his thumb. âIâll be good,â you said, your voice almost a whisper as you gazed up at the man in front of you.
Robb leaned down so that his face was a couple inches from yours. âIâll be good, what?â His breath fanned your face as he spoke.
âIâll be good my king. I promise. Ill do everything you ask of me,â
Robb came even closer, his lips brushing yours. It took everything not to close the gap, but you knew if you did you would be punished. Though the idea of that was enough itself to make you blush. âEverything?â he asked, and you could only nod in response, too wound up to even think and he had barely even touched you.
Robb pulled back and your lips followed, yearning for his touch, his kiss, anything. Your knees were aching on the solid wood floors, but it was all worth it for the knot bubbling in your stomach. Robb laughed at your attempts to follow him before taking his hand off your face to loosen his trousers to reveal his already hard member. He held it in one hand and brought the other to the back of your neck, his feather light touch sending shivers down your spine.
âYou wanna serve your king?â he asked, and you nodded profusely as your legs clamped together in excitement. âSuck my cock,â Robb demanded, and you quickly complied.
Your hand took his place around the base of his shaft, and you looked up at him for approval before you started. Robb nodded down at you and you began to give his member kitten licks around his tip causing him to groan. His hand found your hair, tangling in your locks. Spurred on by his reaction you took him into your mouth and began to move up and down as he began to let out the most animalistic growls by your actions causing you to speed up more, using your hand on what didn't fit.
âFuck,â Robb groaned as he looked down at the sight of you sucking him off, âYou take me so well,â he praised, âCan you take me all the way?â he asked but his tone was challenging.
You tried but as he hit the back of your throat you gagged slightly. Robb hummed, âYou can do better than that love" he cooed as his grip tightened on your hair. "Double tap my thigh when you need me to stop love,â he warned as he held your head in place and began to buck his hips. His thrusts grew quicker with each one as he began to fuck your face, your nose started to nudge and hit against his pelvis.
You moaned as his member began to assault your throat and the vibrations only spurred Robb on, âFuck dove I might just spill from this. Would you like that? My seed coating your throat and mouth like a good little slut,â he said but it was a mix of groans and moans.
Your eyes began to water but the wetness between your legs only grew. The sounds he was making made your body feel like goo and you craved his approval and his praise which he showered you with. Eventually his speed became too much and you tapped on his legs. Ever true to his word Robb pulled you off his cock and allowed you to catch your breath as spit and precum dribbled down your face and off his cock. âThat was amazing love,â he said as he stroked your face, not caring that he had turned it into a wet mess. âDo you need some water? Or do you want to stop?â he asked, his commanding tone replaced by care.
âI want,â you started but your voice strained from the attack on your mouth, âyou to fuck me,â you finished, and a grin returned to Robbs face.
Robb grabbed your jaw and forced you up and to climb into his lap, âIâm not going to just fuck you love,â he whispered in your ear, still holding your jaw and the touch of his lips to your ear sending shivers down your spine, âIâm going to destroy that little hole of yours,â
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âHello? Anybody home?â Theon snapped you out of your memory as he wove a hand in front of your face.
It was as if you had been right back in your dream as you could feel yourself wet at the breakfast table sitting across from three very confused boys. "Sorry what were we talking about?"
âYou were talking about your dreams,â Robb reminded you and you couldnât stop the flush that overtook your cheeks.
Trying to help your sudden flush you decided to drink the cool water down in one go to try cool your skin but to no avail as now all three boys were staring in concern. You cleared your throat, realising there was no escape, âJust you know. strange dreams. You get me,â you said as you began to stuff your face with bread for an excuse not to talk.
The boys all shared a look before a grin started to spread over Theonâs face, âDid you have a- â
âI will stab you Greyjoy,â you said, mouth half full, with a butter knife in hand. âDonât you even dare,â
âOh, my gods you did,â
âWhat?â Robb asked clearly clueless to the situation, but Jon had caught on as his face began to turn a bright shade of red. âWill somebody clue me in?â
âNothing Robb. Ignore them,â you said, shooting the others a glare that could cut stone.
Theon smirk and Jon cleared his throat before whispering to Robb that he would explain later causing you to throw your empty cup at his head.
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POV: Your Alastor's wife and it's October
(A/N: I didn't read anything beforehand, so if you see any weird mix ups of whatever, I'm sure your brain can ignore it thank you <3)
âMy dear!â Alastor exclaimed towards you, who was at the bar, conversing with Husk. Your attention changed so that Alastor had it fully, which made Husk roll his eyes and chug a drink down. âMon amour! How are you this hellish evening? I havenât seen you all day.â
âAh, yes well,â Alastor tugged on his coat, his grin somewhat strained. It wasnât obvious for the majority of the others, but it was to his wife. âJust some irritating demons on the streets, is all; nothing to worry about.â
You narrowed your eyes. âAlastor, I know what that face means.âÂ
He raised a curious brow. âDo you, now?â
âMhm.â You sipped the last of your champagne, and thanked Husk for the drink, earning a nod from him. âIt means youâre horny.â
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âWhat? Noo!â Alastor attempted to brush off, his eyebrows stitched with disbelief. âYou know how I am about anything sexual, dear. Iââ âYes, yes, itâs not really your thing; we all know that. However,â light flickered through your gaze as you bore into Alastorâs eyes. âThat doesnât mean you canât escape that month you hate so much.â
Alastor remained quiet, his eye twitching. You shrugged. âI mean, hey, if you want to wait it out, suit yourself. People will ask where youâve gone, and you donât want them to give in to curiosity, do you?â
He hesitated before grunting, grabbing your wrist, causing you to yelp. âFine.âÂ
As your giggles of amusement echoed in the halls, Charlie tilted her head. âWhatâs he going to do to her? Oh, no, I hope it isnât anything horribleâŠâ
Angeldust snorted, swirling his pink cocktail before sipping. âNah, heâs probably gonna fuckâer.â
âWhat!?â
âAngeldust!â Vaggie exclaimed, causing the spider demon to look at her in surprise. âWhat? You saw the way he looked at her, plus the way she was teasinâ. I thought it was obvious.â
Cherri bomb grinned. âNo shit theyâre gonna fuck. But itâs kinda weird, donât cha think? The edgelord finally wants to bang someone.â
Charlie thought about it. âWell, they are married.â
âWait, theyâre fuckinâ what now?â
âWow, is this month that tough you gotta drag me to your room, Alastor?â You teased, causing him to groan. âYou donât even want to know how much I had to endure for the past couple of days.â He replied.Â
Your brows furrowed. âHoney, if it was hurting you, you couldâve asked me way sooner. You know I wouldâve been more than happy to help you.â
Alastor laughed, locking his door, and whisking the swamp side of his room away to not let anything disturb them. âOf course, you wouldâve been, darling; youâre always so willing to help. Speaking of which, would you be a doll and soundproof the area?â
You cocked an eyebrow, obliging nonetheless. With a flick of your wrist, blue wisps coated his bedroom, leaving some sort of shiny residue scattered in the room. âOh, I didnât realize it was going to be a rough night for the both of usâŠâ
âOh, shut it.â Alastor mumbled before walking towards you. He crashed his lips onto yours, cupping your cheeks with fervor and slight desperation. You let out a noise of surprise before giggling and allowing your husband to do whatever he needed to do. You snaked your arms around Alastorâs neck, scratching the base of his ears, just how he liked it.
He let out a soft sigh of bliss, his steps making the both of them stumble onto the bed, with him on top of your. Before, Alastor normally just locked himself somewhere private, usually his radio tower, until this stupid cycle wore off. But now that his wife, his technical mate, was right where he was currently residing, it was way more difficult than it was before to be cooped up.
He had attempted to take matters into his own hands, both literally and figuratively, and the only thing it gave him was sheer shame and embarrassment, so he had stopped trying. So, to have you below him was such a relief.
And yet, he wanted more. He needed more.Â
He needed to taste you, and mark you, and show every single demon that came your way that you were his wife. No one elseâs.
Alastor pulled back from the kiss, planting small yet precise marks on your jaw, causing you to softly moan so quietly it riled him up even more.Â
He tried his best to keep his composure calm, to hold himself back. But he truly couldnât with how foggy his mind made everything become. Alastor sunk his teeth into your neck, right below your pulse. You let out an animalistic groan, your back off of the mattress already. âAlastor, love, calm downââ
âApologies, my dear, but I donât think I can.â He responded tightly, licking the wound he inflicted fervently, shuddering as the metallic taste hit his tongue. You chuckled, sweeping his hair away from his face. âAlright, then. Do whatever you need to, sweetheart.â
Alastor tried to think clearly, to regain any sort of control he had in his sexual desires, but he so miserably failed. The urge to bite you and mark you and make everyone know that you were his overruled his mind. It was the only thing he could ever think straight at that moment.
âMineâŠâ He muttered, kissing and sucking on almost every single part of your neck. His hand had other plans, though, as it traced your figure until it reached your hips, and it squeezed hard.Â
You let out a yelp and a moan, your breath practically nonexistent as you chuckled. âIâm yours, darling.â
His hand, even if it was just one, grounded you to the bed. You found yourself unable to move, not that you cared, anyway. Alastor rarely needed you in this sort of way, and to have him like this, so desperate, so needy, it made you feel things.
You were not quite sure what was going on hearing-wise, but you felt yourself saying Alastorâs name as a plea. He groaned, pulling himself away from your neck with a strained struggle. He drank you in, his smile still present. You almost laughed as his eyes didnât match that, though, since they were looking at your outfit in disgust. He adjusted his position to balance himself before snapping it away, leaving you bare.
You gasped at the drop of temperature, causing you to scoff. âAlastor! At least warn a demon.â His deer ears twitched as he descended onto your collarbone, peppering kisses everywhere. âI apologize again, (name). I justâŠâ He took a deep breath in and felt his eyelids fall heavy. âYouâre intoxicatingâŠâ
At the mention of your name, you stirred slightly, feeling the heat pool down to your core. Alastor must have noticed this, however, since he started trailing kisses around your chest, his favorite part being the underside of it. He nipped at the skin and sucked like a dog in heat.
Well, a deer in rut, but one must digress.
You squirmed in your position as he bit down right before he resumed his trail of kisses down to your stomach. He could feel your arousal like it was his own, and that put him in quite the predicament.
âArenât you going to take care of yourself first, Al? Youâre practically bursting.â You quietly asked, a hand running through red tufts of hair that was tickling your torso. A low growl escaped Alastorâs throat. âI will; have some patience, love.â Me? Youâre literally bulging. âBut right now, I need a taste of youâŠâ
Your eyebrows twitched as they creased together. âWhat are you trying to doââ You cut yourself off with a yelp as Alastor planted a soft kiss on your clit, making your jump. âIf I go too far,â Alastor started, gazing up at you through his bangs. âTell me.â
You nodded, knowing that he never would go too far, and if he did, he would be too busy enjoying his meal to understand that.Â
Alastorâs grin just stretched wider before probing his tongue into you, causing you to shudder with a groan at the feeling. You played with his ears, your breath being stolen away. Honestly, if it werenât for his cannibalistic and homicidal instincts, he wouldâve landed a spot in Heaven with how gentlemanly he was, giving you pleasure before indulging in his own.
Alastor was fully aware of the growing tent in his pants, but he paid it no mind, which he was glad he was at least able to do. With that, he knew his mind hadnât succumbed to the worse thoughts that he dreaded the most.
He lapped and sucked up all of the juices you had to offer, his pace unforgiving and sloppy. You could feel your own claws puncture the mattress with how tight your grip was on it, but you were sure Alastor wouldnât care later on. He doesnât reallyâŠsleep.
With how quickly Alastor was working against you, you felt that knot in your stomach appear just as fast, making you curse under your breath. For someone who doesnât really like anything inherently sexual, he sure is a master at it.
Alastor felt it. He felt you getting closer, and he wanted nothing more than to see you writhe in pleasure all because of him, and nothing, or no one, else. The hand that was gripping your thigh to the point of wounds hooked your leg onto his shoulder for the time being, holding it in place as he quickened his pace.
The only thing you could do was whimper and plead and whine. And every single syllable that dropped from your mouth went straight to his arousal, and he cursed internally. A string of violent curses escaped his wifeâs lips as you tugged on Alastorâs hair, which led him to hiss in both the pain and pleasure it shamefully gave him.Â
âCloseâAlastor, waitâ!â You managed to cry before snapping, waves of pleasure crashing into you intensely. You let out a demonic groan as Alastor drank you until your high faded.
Your head flopped onto the fluffy pillows of Alastorâs bed, staring at the red head of hair just where your abdomen started. The radio demon rested his head on the inner side of your thigh, catching his breath slightly, which caused a bit of feedback from the voice effect he always had on.
âAre you satisfied?â You asked, tilting your head. Despite the fact that Alastor kept smiling, his brows twitched. He was far from satisfied.Â
You laughed, and Alastor could hear a bit of nervousness laced into it. Not that kind that was associated with fear, but the kind that was associated with excitement.Â
Itâs going to be a long night for the both of them.
You sat up properly before crawling to be in front of Alastor. âItâs quite unfair that Iâm the only one bare right now.â You teased, undoing the buttons of his coat. Though, even as you did, he knew how much you enjoyed that power difference.
Alastor didnât resist as you unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt underneath. You had stopped undressing him when his shirt hit the strain in his pants, and he felt an annoyed grunt scratching his throat at the lack of friction. â(Name), dear.â
âHm?â
âYou have to stop teasingâŠâ
You scoffed out a laugh. âIs the radio demon attempting to beg right now?â Alastorâs face immediately turned bright red, the cold air that was hitting his bare chest not helping him, either. âChĂ©rie, donât make me do thisââ âWhat, beg?â
You had figured out how to make it more fun for you, and more cruel for him.
It made him so embarrassingly hard.
Your positions were now flipped, since Alastor had tried (and failed) to cage you in, and so when he crawled towards you, you swiftly went behind him. So now, his back was towards the headboard, his ears pinned back slightly. Without his coat, you could really have a nice view of his small deer tail which was currently tucked in between his legs, barely covering the bulge in front of his pants.
His grin twitched. âSo, how are you planning on taking advantage of our current situation?â
You laughed, a finger to his lips to shush him, which made an irk mark appear on his forehead. âOh, dear Alastor, have some patience! You wanted me to have the same thing just minutes before, right?â Your finger swept to his chin to lift it up as you leaned in closer. So close Alastor heard your pulse.
Your eyes fluttered closed, your lips mere centimeters apart. Alastor sighed, ready to feel the sensation of your soft lips against his, but he only felt the cold air hit it instead. He opened his eyes to find you grinning with an eyebrow raised. His brows dropped as his smile strained, just as much as his pants were. Alastor cleared his throat before giving you an amused gaze. âDo you really think that would work on me?â
You shrugged, leaning forward to straddle yourself on him. He cursed under his breath (a rare scene, honestly. You savored every moment) as he felt himself buck against you. âWell, it did; thereâs no real debate about it, hun.â You cupped one of his cheeks, in which he melted into, while tracing the outline of his deer ears with your other hand. You laughed breathlessly. âIâm sorry, your ears are justâŠabsolutely divine.â
Alastor fought back every single moan and whine that you were pulling out of him from playing with his ears. âThe things you do to meâŠâ He whispered as he grinded against you slightly, that needed friction making him see stars.Â
You almost lost self control at that statement. Just the way Alastor was slowly breaking under you purely because you were touching and prodding at his ears gave you such a power surge. Your hands made their way to his pants, where they undid them and freed Alastor, who had just hissed at the cold air hitting his cock.
You stared and ogled at the sight before you, your hand wrapping itself around it. Alastor tensed, his shoulders raised slightly. He let out a shaky breath, watching his own chest rise and fall to calm him down.
He was already leaking, and you used that to your advantage. You stroked painfully slowly, causing him to shiver. You glanced at Alastorâs expression with a sly smirk. âYouâre enjoying this a lot, dear.â
Your tone was mocking; Alastor heard it. He tightly chuckled. âHow would you know?â
âAlastor. Youâre so hard right now.â
âOh.âÂ
You snorted before increasing your pace against his cock. Alastor cleared his throat, feeling his mind fog with desire and lust, the two things he really wished hadnât plagued his mind too much.
You felt a tentacle wrap around your left thigh, and your breath hitched. âAl?-â It started to massage your pussy, making you gasp and grip Alastorâs cock a bit too tightly.
He grunted in both pain and pleasure, that brief moment of extreme bliss washing away again. â(Name), love, I think you should calm down this time.â
âWell, itâs not my fault your stupid tentacles start to justââ You cut yourself by sighing in relief, the same tentacle you were referring to going in circles against your already sensitive clit. âI swear.â You muttered, quickening your pace against Alastor.
Suddenly, you stopped your hand, cursing when the tentacle wouldnât do the same. At that lack of motion, Alastor swore under his breath, his grin showing annoyance as he grunted. Yet even with shocks of pleasure spreading across you body, you kept a steady face, the smile on your face absolutely shit-eating. âIs someone annoyed already? Doesnât feel good when pleasureâs just taken from you, does it?â You swiped you thumb against his tip which made Alastor stir. He let out a low, dragged-out moan at the sensation. you repeated the motion, amused at the way Alastor took a sharp inhale and exhale, as if regulating his senses.
Alastor hated the way you pouted at him as if he were some pitiful creature. âAwh, does someone crave what he wants?â You scoffed, swallowing a gulp of saliva as the tentacle on your pussy quickened its pace. you attempted to think of something, anything, that could postpone your orgasm.
Ah, you knew.
Angeldust said something about Valentino having a waterboarding kink. Honestly, the thought of Valentino was enough.
You grinned, tilting your head as you set your pace to be irregular. When you knew Alastor was at the edge, you stopped, then when you knew that it subsided, you would continue. âYou thought I wouldnât make you beg for it?â
Alastor couldnât help the lewd noises he was making, letting out strangled moans and whines and huffs. Just who do you think you are, making the radio demon beg for you?
Well, you are his wife.
Alastor tried to fight the urge to give in, but the way you were teasing him and playing with his pleasure made him want to snap. He averted your gaze as he muttered something incoherent, but you knew what it was.
You slowed your pace on his cock again, tilting your head in feigned innocence. âIâm sorry, dear, I didnât catch that. You better speak up.â Immediately after you spoke, you bit your lip and cursed internally. You were so desperately close because of what Alastorâs tentacles were doing to you. Hell, you weren't even sure if Alastor knew that his tentacles were pleasing you to the brink of insanity.
Alastorâs pride and ego got the better of him, though, as he mumbled it again, just a bit louder.
âAlastor.â You warned. âSpeak. Up.â You quickened your strokes before slowing them down again, smiling as you got the reaction you wanted from Alastor.
âHhngh, please, darlingâŠâ He moaned, his eyelids heavy. Alastorâs grin twitched once more in annoyance. âPlease, finish what you startedâŠâ
You were going to say something before you felt you coming close. you cursed under your breath, something you didnât know if Alastor heard you or not. And just as you was about to reach the highest peak,Â
The tentacle against your pussy stopped its rubbing, and you whined, arching you back. You were grateful for it, though. You could tease Alastor even more.
âAwh, Alastor,â you taunted. âSurely you can do better than thatâŠright?â You placed a kiss beside the tip, and Alastor suppressed (but horribly failed) the need to moan. âBeg like you mean it.âÂ
Alastor accidentally whined, his eyebrow twitching once he heard himself. âPlease, darling⊠donât tease me like thisâŠâ You gazed into Alastorâs eyes, a look of mischief on your face as you stroked quicker.Â
He moaned heavily, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. âFuck, please let me finish alreadyâŠ!â
Your eyebrows shot up at that crisp swear, you grin stretching from ear to ear. âYouâre getting there, love.â The speed of your strokes gradually increased. Suddenly, you felt the tentacles again, but this time, it was just one. It was two.
You discreetly attempted to glance back, getting interrupted by the thicker one prodding your entrance. you gasped, trying to regain your composure and control over him. You tried your best to focus on Alastor instead. âYouâre so cute when you beg; you know that, right?â You propped yourself on your elbows instead of having your other hand support you to play with Alastorâs cock more.
More quickly than he would have wanted, Alastor felt himself losing control. He let out an animalistic groan, gritting his teeth. His shoulders tensed once more as he felt himself getting close. He bucked his hips into your hands, the friction making him whimper ever so slightly. âPleaseâŠplease, please, please pleaseâŠâ
You had never heard Alastor so whiny, so helpless. It was unlike him, just allowing you to assert yourself in this kind of situation. But hey, you didnât mind. In fact, you loved it.
You should visit more often.
The hand closer to his tip massaged it with the thumb, making Alastor cry out in response. His breath was shallow and ragged, and his voice was breaking. His radio filter was long gone, and just the sound of his real voice made you go crazy.
You felt yourself nearing your climax, too. With how quickly the two tentacles were either massaging or pumping into you, you realized it was inevitable.
You decided it would be ideal if you came together.
You immediately quickened your pace against him, the fact his whole intimidating facade was gone with how he was muttering pleas made your heart pump, if undead hearts could do so.
Alastor felt kisses against his inner thigh, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a cry of your name, strings and strings of white translucent fluid released itself from his cock. His hearing was compromised with a ringing sound, but he heard you moan his name out just a couple of seconds after him, your grip against him tightening as you never stopped stroking.
His breath hitched as he realized that you weren't going to stop. âWait, (Name)ââ He whined, his head hitting the pillow behind him. It was too much; the feeling, the pleasure, just everything. He hadnât even touched himself in decades, so to just have someone stroking him even after he came felt painfully pleasurable.
Thankfully, you stopped after some time, your grip loosening as you caught your breath. Somewhere during that time frame, your right hand made its way to his thigh, acting as a pillow for your cheek. your eyes trailed down Alastorâs twitching cock, and you grinned, liking a stripe from base to tip.
He shivered, his eyes closed as he held his forehead. He placed his hand down onto the mattress and⊠Why were there punctures in it?
Just as Alastor was about to ask, he noticed movement behind you, his brows furrowed. Then, he saw it. He saw the shadowy tentacles he knew were his.
His eyes widened slightly as he looked at the now flushed out you who was half-lidded with your ass in the air. âMy dear?â
âHmmmm?â
âWhy are my tentaclesâŠout?â
âHuh?â You glanced back and sweatdropped as you finally realized just how thick they were. No wonder You felt full. âOh, theyââ You cleared your throat. âThey wereâŠfucking me. I thought you knew that.â
Alastorâs eye twitched before he let out a chuckle. âWell, I apologize for that, dear. Though, I hope you can still take more, since,â he sat up straight, helping you fix your posture before picking you up by your hips and straddling you against him, your pussy just mere centimeters on top of his cock. âIâll be handling you now.â Alastor glanced up to look you in the eyes. âDo you consent?â
âYou know I always do.â
Alastor huffed out a laugh. âWhatever you say, darling.â He strained himself as he held every ounce of the animalistic urge that he had kept constrained as he made you sink down onto him. A guttural moan forced itself out and he started to grip your hips tighter, using that as a way to bounce you on his cock.
You always knew and understood how mating seasons work, from their cycles to the subjectâs attitude during. Well, you needed to read about it; one can never have too much knowledge, right?
You weren't sure about one thing, though: if demons experienced the same kind of cycle that their animal counterpart did. Well, this explains it.
It was obvious that Alastor was attempting to help you adjust to his throbbing dick but just the idea of being inside you drove him towards the edge. He bucked his hips at the same rhythm you bounced on him.
Your mind was clouded with lust and pure bliss. Alastorâs cock was kissing your cervix one too many times, and it sent you to absolute ecstasy. your lips formed a lazy grin as you kissed him hungrily, causing his hips to stutter.
With no ounce of shame left in his body, he allowed himself to groan and whine at every thrust he did in you, savoring how warm everything felt. How ironically heavenly you made him feel.Â
The only unfortunate thing in Alastorâs mind was the desire to breed. To fill you up until his cum splattered onto his mattress. He wanted to make a mess of you, and possibly himself in the process. Alastor needed to make sure you knew that you were his, and his alone.
Somehow his lips made their way to your neck, savagely nipping and sinking his teeth into your flesh until he tasted metal. That sweet intoxicating flavor that always drove him wild.
you dug your nails into Alastorâs back, feeling your climax rising up again. It wasnât long until you were spewing curse words that would make a normal man break down and cry as you felt the cord in your stomach violently snap again.Â
But Alastor wasnât stopping. He started to prioritize his release the moment he slipped inside of you. His pace never faltered; in fact, it quickened at an inhuman speed, causing your gasps of air to be just hiccups.
âYouâre making me see stars.â He whispered into your ear, desperate and whiny. He could feel that build up happening again, and this time, he was going to get what he wanted as quickly as possible.
Fuck, just the idea of him cumming inside of you almost broke him. He knew that since you were both sinners, you could no longer have children, but it would never hurt to try, right?
His grip against your hips tightened to ground you in place as moaned as loudly as you had ever heard him. He pumped inside of you, thrusting harshly yet slowly until he felt himself fully inside you. you gasped, feeling your pussy stretch until something absolutely huge squeezed itself inside you.
Wait, did Alastor justâ
Loads and loads of cum painted your walls, filling you up to the brim. Alastorâs teeth bit your shoulder as he released inside of you. you felt your mouth dry as you finally gasped for air, involuntary moans coming out for you.
You stayed like that for a minute or two, chests heaving as you caught their breath. Alastorâs knot finally deflated, yet it felt like he didnât want to leave the position. However, you were still at the hotel, and the others might probably be looking for them.
Even worse, they might think they did something steamy.
Well, you did, but Alastor didnât want that thought in their heads.
He planted a kiss on your forehead, his lips slightly burning from your skin. âWe should get going, my dear.â He whispered, his radio filter back on.
âDid you know you could do that?â
âDo what, love?â
you looked at him through lazy eyes. But even if you did, he could practically feel the mischief beaming through them. âKnot.â
Alastor stitched his eyebrows together, confused. âWhatâsâŠknotting?â
you tilted your head. âYou donât know how your cycles work?â He averted your gaze, his ears flopping down in embarrassment. âIâve never really done this before, dear.â
Your grin turned devilish. âWellâŠâ
Oh, deer (hah). Itâs going to be a long night for them.
âWhere is Alastor?â Charlie asked, looking around. âIâve been trying to call him for an hour or so but I havenât seen him.â
Angeldust snorted before it turned into a cackle. âLike I said, toots! Heâs probably in his room, fuckinâ the shit outta (Name).â
âI really doubt thaââ âGood evening, everyone!â Alastor exclaimed, his usual outfit now on. His grin remained constant as he wrapped an arm around your waist. âI do apologize for not being present for the past couple of hours. I had some business to do.â
âYeah, her.â Angeldust mumbled, a smirk on his face. He lifted his face to look at you. âHow was it?â
You just smiled, tilting your head. At that, the whole crew saw what you were trying to show.
Marks and marks of bites all over your neck, bruising it a little. They were surprised that it wasnât bleeding with how wounded it was.Â
Angeldustâs mouth went agape with a smile. He wasnât entirely serious about that statement, but for it to actually be true? This was a day he never saw coming. âHo-holy shit!â He exclaimed with a laugh. âI didnât realize it was actually true!âÂ
#alastor smut#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor#rut season#the way I got slightly interest in a deer's rut season#dear god what am I doing with my life#reader is alastor's wife#reader can kind of manipulate sound#lord have mercy on all of our souls
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Bakugou cums so fast and hard the first time he has sex.
Yall be like: âHe lasts long!â âHe lets you finish first.â
He would love to! But I imagine he actually didnât last for shit.
Bakugou had forgotten to use the tricks that everyone had told him.
âThink about something gross so you donât cum fast!â Not possible, you felt too good for him to think about anything but you.
âBeat off before it happens, the sexâll last longer.â It happened spontaneously, he had no time.
âJust hold it in through your bladder!â HOW?! Thats the only one he remembered to try and yet it still failed.
He felt so embarrassed when his afterglow wore off. He thought that you wouldnât wanna have sex with him anymore. He knew better, but he decided that you would go tell all your friends about how easily the great Bakugou Katsuki cums.
He apologizes to you with a scowl on his face (not directed towards you, it was for himself).
âI didnât mean for it to be that fast. Mâsorry.â
He finally meets your eyes when you grab his face, kissing him.
âKatsuki, itâs okay. Itâs our first time. I didnât expect you to last forever. If anything, itâs a compliment. Just means Iâm that good.â
Bakugou internally sighs, the panic swaying away from him.
ââŠWanna go again?â
#been a while#sorry guys i got sent to the#mental hospital for a lil bit#and then i needed time to#recuperat and shit#maybe one day ill write consecutively#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha x reader#bakugou smut
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'Neighbourly advice.'
Captain Price x F!Reader
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đđ°đ”đŠđŽ: đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠ đ đžđłđ°đ”đŠ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ±đłđ°đźđ±đ” đźđ°đŻđ”đ©đŽ đąđšđ° đŁđ¶đ” đžđąđŽ đ”đ°đ° đŽđ€đąđłđŠđ„ đ”đ° đžđłđȘđ”đŠ đȘđ” đȘđŻđ”đ° đą đ§đ¶đđ đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđ„ đŽđźđ¶đ”đ”đș đ°đŻđŠ đŽđ©đ°đ”. đđ°đž đ§đąđł đ'đ·đŠ đ€đ°đźđŠ.
đ đđ°đŻđš đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ” đ±đąđŽđŽđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ¶đŻđŁđłđ°đŹđŠđŻ đŽđȘđđŠđŻđ€đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ”đȘđŻđš đŁđŠđŻđŠđąđ”đ© đȘđ”, đąđ€đ€đ°đźđ±đąđŻđȘđŠđ„ đŁđș đą đ§đđąđŽđ© đźđ°đŁ đ°đ§ đłđąđȘđŻ, đ”đąđ±-đ„đąđŻđ€đȘđŻđš đ¶đ±đ°đŻ đłđ°đ°đ§ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đŻđ€đłđŠđ”đŠ đ±đąđ”đ©đŽ đ°đ¶đ”đŽđȘđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđ±đąđłđ”đźđŠđŻđ” đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđč.
''đđ©đŠ đ§đąđ¶đ€đŠđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŁđđ°đ€đŹđŠđ„. đ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ”đ©đŠ đąđŠđłđąđ”đ°đł đȘđŽ đ€đđ°đšđšđŠđ„ đŁđ¶đ” đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ”đąđŹđŠ đźđș đžđ°đłđ„ đ§đ°đł đȘđ”, đșđ°đ¶'đđ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ€đąđđ đą đ±đđ¶đźđŁđŠđł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đłđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ”'đŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ°đŻđŠ-''
đđłđ¶đ”đ© đŁđŠ đ”đ°đđ„, đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđąđȘđŻ đžđąđŽđŻ'đ” đłđŠđšđȘđŽđ”đŠđłđȘđŻđš đą đŽđȘđŻđšđđŠ đžđ°đłđ„ đ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đđ„đŠđł đźđąđŻ'đŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ©, đ”đ°đ° đŁđ¶đŽđș đ°đŁđŽđŠđłđ·đȘđŻđš đą đ„đłđ°đ± đ°đ§ đŽđžđŠđąđ” đ”đłđąđ·đŠđđđȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŠđźđ±đđŠ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŻđŠđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđŠđ„ đąđłđźđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đžđ°đłđŹđȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŹđȘđ”đ€đ©đŠđŻ đŽđȘđŻđŹ.
đđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đžđąđŽ đ§đłđȘđšđȘđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đŠđ·đŠđłđș đŽđȘđŻđšđđŠ đŻđŠđłđ·đŠ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đžđąđŽ đ°đŻ đ§đȘđłđŠ, đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đłđąđźđźđȘđŻđš đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đłđȘđŁđ€đąđšđŠ đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đ©đąđłđ„ đ”đ° đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đŠ. đđ©đŠ đ„đȘđąđšđŻđ°đŽđȘđŽ đžđąđŽ đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đłđȘđšđ©đ” đȘđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđłđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŻđąđźđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđđđ¶đłđȘđŻđš đŻđŠđȘđšđ©đŁđ°đł, đđ°đ©đŻ đđłđȘđ€đŠ.
đđŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽđ°đźđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đšđ°đ” đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đŻđŠđŽ, đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đ„đŠđ±đ”đ© đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đšđŠđŻđ”đđŠ đșđŠđ” đ©đ¶đŽđŹđș đŠđčđ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ. đđłđ°đź đ”đ©đąđ” đšđđ°đ°đźđș đźđ°đłđŻđȘđŻđš đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đą đșđŠđąđł đąđšđ°, đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đąđ±đąđłđ”đźđŠđŻđ” đŻđŠđčđ” đ„đ°đ°đł, đ”đ©đŠ đąđ”đ”đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đžđ° đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđ€đąđźđŠ đą đ”đąđŻđšđȘđŁđđŠ đ”đ©đłđŠđąđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đąđȘđł đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đą đŽđȘđŻđšđđŠ đžđ°đłđ„ đ”đ° đ°đŻđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł.
đđ” đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ”đąđŹđŠ đđ°đŻđš đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ©đȘđŽ đȘđŻđ”đ°đčđȘđ€đąđ”đȘđŻđš đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ€đŠ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đźđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđąđȘđŻ đ€đ©đŠđźđȘđŽđ”đłđș, đ”đžđ° đžđŠđŠđŹđŽ đȘđŻ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đąđŁđłđȘđ€đąđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đđȘđŠ đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đ”đ° đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđȘđšđźđąđ”đȘđ€ đŻđŠđȘđšđ©đŁđ°đł đŁđș đąđŽđŹđȘđŻđš đŹđȘđŻđ„đđș đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđŽ đąđŽđŽđȘđŽđ”đąđŻđ€đŠ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đ” đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđž đ°đ§đ§đȘđ€đŠ đ„đŠđŽđŹ.
đđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ”đłđąđŽđ” đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đȘđŻđ”đȘđźđȘđ„đąđ”đȘđŻđš đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđČđ¶đŠ, đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đą đ”đłđ¶đŠ đšđŠđŻđ”đđŠđźđąđŻ. đđđžđąđșđŽ đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ°đ°đł đ°đ±đŠđŻ đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶, đŁđłđȘđŻđšđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đšđłđ°đ€đŠđłđȘđŠđŽ đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đąđł đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŹđȘđ”đ€đ©đŠđŻ, đ±đȘđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đșđ°đ¶đł đźđąđȘđ đąđđ°đŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ, đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đžđ©đŠđŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ©đŠ'đ„ đŁđŠ đąđžđąđș đ§đ°đł đžđ°đłđŹ đȘđŻ đ€đąđŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđŠđŠđ„đŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đđąđ”đŠđŽđ” đłđ°đ¶đ”đȘđŻđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ±đŠđłđ§đŠđ€đ”đđș đąđ„đąđ±đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ°. đ đ°đ¶, đŻđŠđŠđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź.
đđ©đŠ đ©đąđŻđ„đșđźđąđŻ đŠđčđ€đ¶đŽđŠ đžđąđŽ đźđŠđłđŠđđș đą đ·đŠđłđș đ°đŁđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ§đąđ€đąđ„đŠ đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đ©đȘđź đ°đ·đŠđł đąđŽ đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ© đȘđ”.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ§đ¶đđđș đ€đąđ±đąđŁđđŠ đ°đ§ đ€đ©đąđŻđšđȘđŻđš đą đđȘđšđ©đ” đŁđ¶đđŁ đ°đł đ±đ¶đ”đ”đȘđŻđš đą đ±đȘđŠđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ§đ¶đłđŻđȘđ”đ¶đłđŠ đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł đŁđ¶đ” đšđ°đ„, đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đŽđ° đŠđąđšđŠđł đ”đ° đ©đŠđđ±, đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đŹđ©đąđŹđȘ đŽđ©đ°đłđ”-đŽđđŠđŠđ·đŠđ„ đźđȘđđȘđ”đąđłđș đŽđ©đȘđłđ” đąđŻđ„ đą đ±đąđȘđł đ°đ§ đŁđđąđ€đŹ đ«đ°đšđšđŠđłđŽ, đ°đ¶đ”đđȘđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđłđ§đŠđ€đ” ïżœïżœđ”đąđ”đŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đźđ¶đŽđ€đ¶đđąđł, đ”đąđđ đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđČđ¶đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đąđđ đđ°đšđȘđ€ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđșđŽđ”đŠđź đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠđđș.
đđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ° đ±đđąđș đ„đąđźđŽđŠđ đȘđŻ đ„đȘđŽđ”đłđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đđ°đ©đŻ đđłđȘđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đŽđ¶đ€đ© đą đ€đđ°đŽđŠ đ±đłđ°đčđȘđźđȘđ”đș, đșđ°đ¶'đ„ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ§đłđąđ¶đ„đ¶đđŠđŻđ”đđș đ§đąđȘđŻđ” đȘđŻ đ©đ°đ±đŠđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ'đ„ đ€đąđ”đ€đ© đșđ°đ¶. 'đ' đ€đđąđŽđŽ đąđ€đ”đłđŠđŽđŽ đąđŻđ„ đąđđ.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ, đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đŹđŻđŠđž đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđłđźđđŠđŽđŽ đŻđŠđŠđ„đȘđŻđŠđŽđŽ đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđŽ đąđŽđŽđȘđŽđ”đąđŻđ€đŠ đđȘđŠđ„ đ„đŠđŠđ± đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đŠđ±đ”đ©đŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠđŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș.
đđ°đ¶đŻđ”đđŠđŽđŽ đŻđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđȘđšđ©đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đŻđąđźđŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đČđ¶đȘđŠđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đłđ°đ°đź, đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđ”đȘđ±đŽ đŽđ°đ§đ”đđș đ€đąđłđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđŻ, đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ©đȘđź đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„. đ đ°đ¶ đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđŠđ„. đđ°đž đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ„đ° đȘđ”, đ©đ°đž đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶, đ©đ°đž đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ€đđąđȘđź đșđ°đ¶.
đđŻđ§đ°đłđ”đ¶đŻđąđ”đŠđđș đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đ°đŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș đŽđąđŁđ°đ”đąđšđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đđ°đ·đŠ đđȘđ§đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đąđ„ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ„đ° đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđź. đđŠ đžđąđŽ đąđŻ đ°đđ„đŠđł đźđąđŻ, đą đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđđȘđ”đąđłđș đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đŠđąđ·đș đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđȘđŁđȘđđȘđ”đȘđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đźđ°đŽđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđžđąđș đ§đ°đł đđ°đŻđš đ±đŠđłđȘđ°đ„đŽ đ°đ§ đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ. đđ©đș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŁđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶?
đ đ°đ¶đł đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đąđđŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đŻđ¶đźđŠđłđ°đ¶đŽ đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đąđ€đ€đŠđ±đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đŠđ·đŠđłđș đ±đłđ°đ±đ°đŽđąđ đ”đ° đą đŁđđȘđŻđ„ đ„đąđ”đŠ, đŽđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đ± đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ€đ°đ¶đŽđȘđŻ, đą đ€đ°đđđŠđąđšđ¶đŠ, đą đ”đȘđŻđ„đŠđł đ©đ°đ°đŹ đ¶đ±, đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đźđŠđ„đȘđ°đ€đłđŠ đźđŠđŻ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđąđ”đȘđŽđ§đș đșđ°đ¶ đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđȘđšđ©đŁđ°đł đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđșđŽđ”đŠđź.
đđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đđ¶đ€đŹ, đ°đ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ. đđ·đŠđłđș đ”đȘđźđŠ đžđąđŽ đąđŻ đąđŻđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đŠđ„ đ€đąđ”đąđŽđ”đłđ°đ±đ©đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđȘđŽđ© đ”đ©đŠ đ«đ°đŁ, đžđȘđ”đ© đ°đŻđđș đđ°đ©đŻ'đŽ đšđ©đ°đŽđ” đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đłđ°đ°đź, đ©đŠđđ±đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđ€đŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đ”đ° đŁđłđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ”đ° đą đŠđ¶đ±đ©đ°đłđȘđ€ đŽđ”đąđ”đŠ.
đđąđđ đȘđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đ€đąđđ đȘđ” đđ°đŽđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đłđąđŻđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đŠđ€đŽđ”đąđŽđș đ°đł đŽđ©đąđźđŠđđŠđŽđŽ đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đșđ°đ¶đł đžđ©đȘđźđ±đŠđłđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đźđ¶đ§đ§đđŠđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đȘđ” đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź.
đđŠđłđ©đąđ±đŽ đŽđ°đźđŠ đ”đžđȘđŽđ”đŠđ„ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđ„ đžđąđŽ đ”đŠđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ±đąđ±đŠđł đ”đ©đȘđŻ đžđąđđđŽ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đąđ€đłđ°đŽđŽ, đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đ°đŻđđș đŻđŠđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đ§đȘđč đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đ°đ¶đŽđŠ.
đđŠđŠđ„đđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ° đŽđąđș, đ”đ©đąđ” đŻđąđŽđ”đș đ©đąđŁđȘđ” đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠđ„ ïżœïżœđ·đŠđŻ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ”đŠđźđ±đ°đłđąđłđș đđ°đ·đŠđłđŽ đ°đ·đŠđł, đŁđ°đłđ„đŠđłđđȘđŻđŠ đ±đ°đłđŻđ°đšđłđąđ±đ©đȘđ€ đșđŠđ” đ§đąđŹđŠ đźđ°đąđŻđŽ đ§đȘđđđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đŽđ° đ©đŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶. đđ°đł đžđ©đąđ” đłđŠđąđŽđ°đŻ? đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠđŻ'đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đąđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”.
''đđłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ°đŹđąđș đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ, đđ°đ·đŠ?'' đđąđ”đąđ€đđșđŽđźđȘđ€ đđŠđ·đŠđ đ°đ§ đŠđźđŁđąđłđłđąđŽđŽđźđŠđŻđ” đžđąđŽđ©đŠđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đšđąđ»đŠ đ¶đ±đžđąđłđ„đŽ đ”đ° đźđŠđŠđ” đ©đȘđŽ. đđ” đđŠđąđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶ đźđąđŻđąđšđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ”đąđȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđ°đ°đ đ§đȘđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đąđŻđ„ đ„đŠđŠđ±đŠđŻđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ” đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ.
''đ đŠđąđ©, đŽđ°đłđłđș. đđđ¶đźđŁđŠđł, đšđ°đ” đȘđ”.'' đ đ°đ¶đł đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đžđąđ·đŠđłđŠđ„, đŠđąđ€đ© đžđ°đłđ„ đ”đȘđŻđšđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đŻđŠđłđ·đ°đ¶đŽ đđȘđđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đŁđŠđ”đłđąđșđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đźđ±đ°đŽđ¶đłđŠ, đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đ”đłđŠđźđŁđđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đłđąđȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŻđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đŻđš đŽđ©đȘđłđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đŠđŻđ” 20 đźđȘđŻđ¶đ”đŠđŽ đ”đąđŹđȘđŻđš đ°đ§đ§ đąđŻđ„ đ±đ¶đ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ©đŠ đŹđŻđ°đ€đŹđŠđ„ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ°đ°đł.
đđ” đžđąđŽ đŁđąđłđŠđđș đ€đ°đ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ± đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ, đŁđȘđš đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đŻđ°đ” đłđŠđ·đŠđąđ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđąđđŠđŽđŽ đ€đ©đŠđŽđ” đșđŠđ” đŻđ°đ” đđ°đŻđš đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đŠđąđ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đą đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻ đźđ°đ·đŠ. đđđŠđąđłđđș, đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đžđȘđŽđ”đŠđ„ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ°đ·đŠđł đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ°đ¶đ”đ§đȘđ” đ„đŠđ€đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻđŽ đŠđąđłđđȘđŠđł.
''đ đ°đ¶đł đ§đđąđŽđ©đș đŁđ°đșđ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ”đ°đ°đŹ đą đđ°đ°đŹ đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ?'' đ đ°đ¶ đŽđ”đȘđ§đ§đŠđŻđŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđźđźđąđ”đ¶đłđŠ đšđ¶đș đșđ°đ¶ đźđąđŻđąđšđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŹđȘđ€đŹ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ§đŠ đłđŠđ€đŠđŻđ”đđș, đŻđ°đ” đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đŻđ°đ”đȘđ€đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ©đŠ đ±đ¶đŻđ€đ”đ¶đąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„ 'đŁđ°đșđ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„', đžđȘđ”đ© đą đźđ°đŻđ°đ”đ°đŻđ°đ¶đŽ đ„đłđ°đŻđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđȘđłđłđ°đłđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđŠđŻđ”đȘđźđŠđŻđ” đłđŠđšđąđłđ„đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đźđąđŻ.
''đđč. đđ©, đŻđ°đž đŠđč, đąđŽ đ°đ§ đșđŠđŽđ”đŠđłđ„đąđș đąđŻđ„ đŻđ°, đ©đąđŻđ„đȘđžđ°đłđŹ đžđąđŽ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻđš. đđł đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŠđđŽđŠ, đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ©đ°đŻđŠđŽđ”.'' đđ¶đ”đ”đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đđąđŽđ” đ±đąđłđ” đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§, đșđ°đ¶ đŻđ°đ”đȘđ€đŠđ„ đ©đ°đž đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ”đąđ”đ¶đŠđŽđČđ¶đŠ đ±đłđ°đ§đȘđđŠđ„ đ”đȘđ”đđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđ„đŠ đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đŻđŠđžđŽ, đŁđđ¶đŠ đŠđșđŠđŽ đŽđ”đ¶đ„đșđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđłđȘđŠđ§đđș đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đ¶đłđŻđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đąđ”đ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđŻđŹ.
''đđąđŽ đȘđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ°đł đ©đȘđź đ”đ©đŠđŻ?'' đđ°đ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đą đ©đȘđšđ©đŠđł đ±đ°đžđŠđł đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đŠđąđł đąđžđąđș đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đ§đłđ°đź đ©đȘđŽ đđ°đŻđš, đšđȘđłđ”đ©đș đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đžđłđąđ±đ±đŠđ„ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ€đłđŠđžđ„đłđȘđ·đŠđł đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„ đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đąđ¶đŁđ¶đłđŻ đ©đąđȘđł đ„đŠđ€đ°đłđąđ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đźđȘđđŹđș đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđčđȘđ°đŻ, đ€đ°đźđ±đđȘđźđŠđŻđ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đźđąđŽđ€đ¶đđȘđŻđŠ đ±đ©đșđŽđȘđČđ¶đŠ đąđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đŁđąđ€đŹ đźđ¶đŽđ€đđŠđŽ đšđđ¶đŠđ„ đ·đȘđŽđȘđŁđđș đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđžđŠđąđ”đș đ”đŠđŠ.
''đđ§ đ'đź đŻđ°đ” đȘđźđ±đ°đŽđȘđŻđš, đ°đ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ.'' đđŠ đąđ„đ„đŠđ„, đŽđȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŁđ°đ”đ”đ°đź đđȘđ± đȘđŻ đ€đ°đŻđ€đŠđŻđ”đłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
''đđ°đ” đȘđźđ±đ°đŽđȘđŻđš đąđ” đąđđ, đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ. đ đŁđłđ°đŹđŠ đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đ°đ§đ§ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđź. đđ” đžđąđŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đŁđŠđŽđ”.'' đ đ°đ¶ đąđ„đźđȘđ”đ”đŠđ„, đ”đłđ¶đ”đ©đ§đ¶đđđș, đłđŠđđȘđŠđ§ đŠđ·đȘđ„đŠđŻđ” đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ°đŻđŠ. đđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș, đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ”đŽ đŽđ”đ°đ±đ±đŠđ„ đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”đđŠđŽđŽđđș đ±đłđŠđ”đŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđŠ đžđ°đłđŹđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đđ°đŽđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”.
đđ°đ©đŻ đđłđȘđ€đŠ đžđąđŽ đą đ©đąđłđ„ đźđąđŻ đ”đ° đłđŠđąđ„. đđŠđ·đŠđł đłđŠđ·đŠđąđđȘđŻđš đ”đ°đ° đźđ¶đ€đ© đ°đ§ đžđ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đźđȘđŻđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đžđ°đŻđ„đŠđłđȘđŻđš đžđ©đąđ” đȘđšđŻđȘđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đłđŠđąđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđąđŽ đȘđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđŠ đ°đł đ¶đŻđȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻđąđ đ¶đŽđŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đłđąđŻđŹ đ”đȘđ”đđŠ? đđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đąđđžđąđșđŽ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ©đąđ”.
''đđȘđŻđąđđđș đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠđ„ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł, đ©đź?'' đđȘđ”đ© đ°đŻđŠ đŽđžđȘđ§đ” đźđ°đ·đŠ, đ©đŠ đ”đ©đłđŠđž đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ€đłđŠđžđ„đłđȘđ·đŠđł đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ°đđŁđ°đč đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đŹđŻđŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đŽđ©đ¶đ” đȘđ” đ€đđ°đŽđŠ đžđ©đȘđđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đłđȘđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ°đ·đŠđłđ€đ°đźđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đđ¶đ”đ”đŠđłđș đŽđŠđŻđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđȘđźđźđŠđłđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŁđ„đ°đźđŠđŻ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ.
''đđ°đž đ„đ° đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž? đđąđșđŁđŠ đ đžđąđŽ đą đŻđȘđšđ©đ”đźđąđłđŠ đ°đ§ đą đšđȘđłđđ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„.'' đ đ°đ¶ đŽđŻđ°đłđ”đŠđ„ ïżœïżœïżœïżœ đŽđ°đ§đ”, đ©đ¶đźđ°đ¶đłđđŠđŽđŽ đ€đ©đ¶đ€đŹđđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đłđȘđ„đȘđ€đ¶đđ°đ¶đŽ đŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đšđąđ»đŠ đžđąđŽ đ¶đŻđąđŁđąđŽđ©đŠđ„đđș đ„đŠđ·đ°đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđšđ©đ” đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶.
''đđȘđšđ©đđș đ„đ°đ¶đŁđ” đȘđ”, đ„đ°đđ.'' đđȘđ”đ© đą đŽđ°đ§đ” đźđ¶đłđźđ¶đł đđȘđŹđŠ đą đŽđ°đ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŁđąđđź đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đłđąđșđŠđ„ đŻđŠđłđ·đŠđŽ, đ©đŠ đłđąđȘđŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ§đŠđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŁđ°đ„đș đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ° đ§đ¶đđđș đ§đąđ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶, đąđłđźđŽ đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đŁđąđđąđŻđ€đŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ”đ€đ©đŠđŻ đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ”đŠđł đąđŽ đ©đŠ đđŠđąđŻđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đđ°đžđŠđł đŁđąđ€đŹ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đȘđ”. đđŠđŻđŠđąđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đźđ§đ°đłđ”đŽ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ·đŠđłđŽđȘđ»đŠđ„ đŽđ©đȘđłđ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđȘđ±đ±đđŠđŽ đ©đąđ„ đ±đŠđŁđŁđđŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŠđŻđ„đŠđąđłđźđŠđŻđ”.
''đđ©đąđ” đźđąđŹđŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđș đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠđŻ?'' đđ·đŠđłđș đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đȘđ€đŹđŠđ„ đŁđș đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đąđŻ đŠđ”đŠđłđŻđȘđ”đș, đŠđąđ€đ© đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ” đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđȘđ”đŠđ„ đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđŽ đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđžđŠđŠđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đȘđ”, đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ”đŠđźđ±đđąđ”đȘđŻđš đ€đąđłđŠđ§đ¶đđđș đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ¶đłđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ·đŠđłđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đąđŹđŠ.
''đđ©đŠ đžđąđđđŽ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ±đđąđ€đŠ đąđłđŠ đąđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻ đąđŽ đ€đ©đŠđąđ± đ±đąđ±đŠđł, đđ°đ·đŠ. đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš.'' đđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș đ”đ©đŠ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đłđŠđđŠđąđŽđŠ, đđ°đ„đšđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ” đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đžđȘđđ„, đ„đąđŻđšđŠđłđ°đ¶đŽ đšđđȘđ”đ”đŠđł đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ. đđŠ đŁđłđ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đ©đȘđŽ đąđłđźđŽ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ§đłđ°đŻđ”, đ€đłđ°đŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđź đ°đ·đŠđł đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ©đŠđŽđ” đžđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đŁđłđŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đŠđșđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ”đąđ€đ” đąđŻđ„ đȘđ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đ§đłđ°đ»đŠđŻ đȘđŻ đ±đđąđ€đŠ, đșđ°đ¶'đ„ đ„đąđłđ” đąđđ đșđ°đ¶đł đȘđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđŽđ” đ°đ¶đ”đŽđȘđ„đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đžđȘđŻđ„đ°đž.
''đđ·đŠđłđș- đđ©đąđ” đ„đ° đșđ°đ¶ đźđŠđąđŻ?'' đđ” đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đžđąđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đŁđ¶đłđŽđ” đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŽđ” đąđŻđ„ đźđąđŹđŠ đą đłđ¶đŻ đ§đ°đł đȘđ”, đđŠđąđ·đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đ”đ° đ§đąđ€đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđŻđŻđ¶đŠđŻđ„đ° đ©đŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đłđŠđž đąđ” đșđ°đ¶.
''đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đłđŠđźđŠđźđŁđŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đđąđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ đ đ©đŠđąđłđ„ đźđș đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đŻđąđźđŠ đŽđ° đźđąđŻđș đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ đȘđŻ đą đłđ°đž, đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž, đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ«đ°đŁ đąđŻđ„ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš.'' đđ¶đ€đŹ. đđ°đ” đ°đŻđđș đ”đ©đȘđŽ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đđąđŽđ” đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł, đ©đȘđŽ đŻđ°đŻđ€đ©đąđđąđŻđ” đ”đ°đŻđŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đŠđŻđŽđȘđ°đŻ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ©đŠđąđ·đȘđŠđł, đŽđŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đąđŻ đŠđđŠđ€đ”đłđ°đ€đ¶đ”đȘđŻđš đ«đ°đđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ±đȘđŻđŠ.
''đđ©đąđ”- đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđŻđ„-'' đ đ°đ¶ đ«đąđŁđŁđŠđłđŠđ„ đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹđđș, đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đŁđ°đ¶đŻđ€đȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđłđ·đ°đ¶đŽđŻđŠđŽđŽ.
đđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đą đŽđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ đ€đ°đ€đŹđ”đąđȘđ đ°đ§ đŠđźđ°đ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đ©đąđ±đ±đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶, đŠđźđŁđąđłđłđąđŽđŽđźđŠđŻđ” đ±đŠđ±đ±đŠđłđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ„đąđŽđ© đ°đ§ đąđŻđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đąđŻđ„ đą đ©đȘđŻđ” đ°đ§ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđŻđȘđąđŁđđŠ đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻ đžđ©đ° đŽđ”đ°đ°đ„ đ”đąđđ, đ€đ°đŻđ§đȘđ„đŠđŻđ” đąđŻđ„ đ„đ°đźđȘđŻđąđŻđ” đ°đŻđđș đą đ§đŠđž đȘđŻđ€đ©đŠđŽ đąđžđąđș đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đłđŠđźđŁđđȘđŻđš đ§đłđąđźđŠ.
''đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đąđđ đŽđ©đș đžđȘđ”đ© đźđŠ đŻđ°đž, đđ°đ·đŠ? đ đ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đ„đąđźđŻ đžđŠđđ đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đą đ±đȘđŻ đ„đłđ°đ±đ±đŠđ„, đ'đ„ đ©đŠđąđł đȘđ” đŻđŠđčđ” đ„đ°đ°đł.'' đđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đźđȘđŽđźđąđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đšđąđ»đŠ, đ„đąđłđȘđŻđš, đŽđ”đąđ”đȘđŻđš đłđȘđšđ©đ” đȘđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đŹđŻđŠđž đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đąđźđŠđ§đ¶đ đŽđ”đ¶đŻđ”đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ§đȘđđ”đ©đș đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ đȘđŻ đ±đđąđȘđŻ đŽđȘđšđ©đ”.
''đ đ°đ¶ đŹđŻđŠđž đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ„đ°đȘđŻđš.'' đ đ§đąđȘđŻđ”đŠđ„ đšđąđŽđ± đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ, đŠđșđŠđŽ đžđȘđ„đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș đ€đđ°đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđŽđ”đąđŻđ€đŠ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ±đ¶đłđ±đ°đŽđŠđ§đ¶đ đŽđ”đłđȘđ„đŠ, đŁđąđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđ”đ€đ©đŠđŻ đȘđŽđđŠ.
''đ đ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ©đŠđąđł đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đ±đłđŠđ”đ”đș đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đŠđ·đŠđłđș đŻđȘđšđ©đ”? đđŽđŻ'đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ©đș đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ° đȘđ”?'' đđŠ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đŽđđ°đžđđș, đ©đȘđŽ đźđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠđ„ đ±đąđ€đŠ đłđŠđ§đđŠđ€đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đžđŠđȘđšđ©đ” đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹ đ”đ¶đłđŻ đ°đ§ đŠđ·đŠđŻđ”đŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đąđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đđ°đžđŠđł đŁđąđ€đŹ đšđđ¶đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ„ đŽđ¶đłđ§đąđ€đŠ đŁđŠđ©đȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đđŠđąđŻđŠđ„ đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„, đŠđąđ€đ© đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đ©đąđŻđ„ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđȘđ„đŠđŽ đ”đ° đ€đąđšđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ©đȘđŽ đąđŽđŽđŠđłđ”đȘđ·đŠ đŽđ”đąđłđŠ.
''đđ° đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đȘđ”? đđ° đ đ€đąđŻ đ©đŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶.'' đđȘđŽ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đžđąđŽ đą đ©đ¶đŽđ©đŠđ„ đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđł, đą đšđŠđŻđ”đđŠ đŁđłđ¶đŽđ© đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđąđł đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđŠđŻđ” đŽđ©đȘđ·đŠđłđŽ đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ±đȘđŻđŠ.
đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đžđąđŽ đąđšđąđ±đŠ, đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đ”đ° đŠđčđ±đđąđȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§, đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đźđąđ„đŠ đȘđ” đ°đ¶đ” đąđŻđ„ đȘđŻ đ§đłđ¶đŽđ”đłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đșđ°đ¶ đ”đȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đ€đđ°đŽđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ, đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đłđŠđšđąđȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđČđ¶đȘđđȘđŁđłđȘđ¶đź.
''đđȘđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđđŽđ° đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ°đ§ đźđŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶?'' đđłđȘđ€đŠ đźđ¶đłđźđ¶đłđŠđ„, đđȘđ§đ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đłđŠđŽđ” đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŠđŹ, đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đ¶đźđŁ đšđŠđŻđ”đđș đ€đąđłđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđłđźđ”đ© đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđŻ.
đ đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đžđąđŽ đŽđđ°đžđđș đźđŠđđ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ© đąđŻđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ±đȘđ” đ°đ¶đ” đąđŻ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŻđ°đ„đ„đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
''đđŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đžđ°đłđ„đŽ, đđ°đ·đŠ. đ đžđąđŻđŻđą đ©đŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđș đȘđ”.'' đđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ đȘđ” đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ§đ°đł đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŁđđȘđŻđŹ đ°đł đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đ”đ° đŁđŠđąđ”, đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđž đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš, đđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŽđŠđŠ, đ€đđŠđąđłđđș, đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ. đđŠ đ€đłđąđ·đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đąđŽ đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„, đ§đ°đł đąđŽ đđ°đŻđš đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„.
''đ đŠđŽ..'' đ đŽđȘđđŠđŻđ€đŠ đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đ°đŹđŠ đȘđŻ đą đŽđ°đ§đ” đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđł. đđ©đŠ đŽđ”đłđąđȘđšđ©đ” đđȘđŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ, đŽđđ°đžđđș đźđ°đłđ±đ©đŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đą đŁđąđłđŠđđș đŻđ°đ”đȘđ€đŠđąđŁđđŠ đŽđźđȘđłđŹ, đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș đšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đžđ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đđ°đŻđšđŠđ„ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đŽđ”.
''đ đŠđŽ, đžđ©đąđ”?'' đđŠ đłđŠđ±đŠđąđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đș đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đȘđŻ đą đđ°đž đ”đ°đŻđŠ, đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ€đ°đźđźđąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đŻđŽđ€đȘđ°đ¶đŽđŻđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ° đđŠđ” đšđ°, đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đŁđłđŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đŠđșđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ”đąđ€đ” đžđ©đȘđđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđ”đȘđ±đŽ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đ”đłđąđ€đȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ đ”đ° đłđŠđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ±đąđđź đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŁđąđŽđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ”.
''đ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶- đđđžđąđșđŽ đșđ°đ¶..'' đđ° đ°đ¶đŻđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đŽđ©đąđźđŠ đžđąđŽ đđŠđ§đ” đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđ·đŠđąđđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŠđ€đłđŠđ”, đŹđŻđ°đžđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đžđ©đąđ” đŁđ°đ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đąđŻđ„ đŁđ°đ„đș đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠđ„, đ©đȘđź.
''đđ° đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ” đźđŠ đ”đ° đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ© đșđ°đ¶, đ /đ?'' đđŠ đźđ¶đźđŁđđŠđ„, đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đšđąđ»đŠ, đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđđș đŽđ”đȘđđ, đ€đđŠđąđłđđș đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ°đłđ”đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”. đđ©đąđ” đą đźđŠđąđŻđȘđŻđšđđŠđŽđŽ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ. đ đŽđ°đđŠ đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ© đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđŽđ” đŁđŠđąđ”đȘđŻđš đ©đŠđąđłđ” đ°đł đŽđ°đąđŹđȘđŻđš đžđŠđ” đŹđŻïżœïżœïżœđ€đŹđŠđłđŽ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đąđŻđŽđžđŠđł đ©đȘđŽ đČđ¶đŠđŽđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ±đŠđłđ§đŠđ€đ”đđș. đđ©đąđ” đžđąđŽ đŻđ°đ” đžđ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đŻđŠđŠđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©, đ©đŠ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđș đȘđ”.
''đđđŠđąđŽđŠ..'' đđ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„ đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đđȘđ±đŽ đąđŽ đą đŽđ°đ§đ” đžđ©đȘđŻđŠ, đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđ±đŽ đąđłđ€đȘđŻđš đ¶đ±đžđąđłđ„đŽ đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đ”đ° đ”đłđș đąđŻđ„ đźđŠđŠđ” đ©đȘđŽ. đđ·đŠđłđș đŻđŠđłđ·đŠ đŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đžđąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đȘđŽ đ°đŻ đ§đȘđłđŠ, đŽđŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻ đą đ„đŠđđȘđłđȘđ°đ¶đŽ đŽđ”đąđ”đŠ.
''đđ©đŠđłđŠ, đ„đ°đđ?'' đđ°đ°đŽđŠđŁđ¶đźđ±đŽ đŽđđȘđ”đ©đŠđłđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ±đȘđŻđŠ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđłđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđąđł, đđȘđ±đŽ đšđŠđŻđ”đđș đšđłđąđ»đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đđ°đŁđŠ, đ±đłđ°đ·đ°đŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđ±đŽ đ”đ° đŁđ¶đ€đŹ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đđș đžđȘđ”đ© đźđ°đłđŠ đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđ¶đłđŠ, đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŽđ” đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ©.
''đđ·đŠđłđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ.'' đ đ°đ¶ đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđłđŠđ„ đ”đłđ¶đ”đ©đ§đ¶đđđș, đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đŽđąđđȘđ·đąđ”đȘđŻđš đąđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđłđŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đžđąđŽ đłđŠđąđ„đȘđđș đ§đŠđđ” đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ© đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹ đđąđșđŠđł đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đłđ°đ¶đŽđŠđłđŽ, đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đČđ¶đȘđ·đŠđł đȘđŻđŽđ”đȘđŻđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș.
''đđ·đŠđłđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđ” đȘđŽ, đ”đ©đŠđŻ.'' đđŠ đźđ¶đłđźđ¶đłđŠđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đđŠđąđŻđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ° đ©đ¶đŻđšđłđȘđđș đ„đŠđŽđ€đŠđŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đ¶đ±đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ¶đ€đ© đ§đ°đłđ€đŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đšđłđȘđ± đ°đŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŠđłđŽ đ§đ°đł đŁđąđđąđŻđ€đŠ. đđȘđŽ đ±đąđ€đŠ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đ°đ§đ§ đđȘđšđ©đ” đąđŻđ„ đŽđđ°đž, đ”đąđŹđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđŽ đȘđ§ đ”đłđșđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đźđŠđźđ°đłđȘđ»đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ, đŽđđ°đžđđș đ„đŠđŠđ±đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đŹđȘđŽđŽ.
đđȘđŽ đŹđȘđŽđŽ đžđąđŽ đ©đșđ±đŻđ°đ”đȘđ€, đŽđ° đȘđŻđŽđȘđŽđ”đŠđŻđ”, đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđ± đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đ¶đ” đđȘđ±đŽ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ”đ©đŠđș đŽđ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ„đŠđłđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đȘđź đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠđđș đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ±đ¶đđđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđŽđ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đŁđ°đ„đș, đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđ€đŠ đ±đ¶đŽđ©đŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đȘđŻ đą đŽđźđ°đ”đ©đŠđłđȘđŻđš đŹđȘđŽđŽ đȘđŻ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđłđ„đđș đ±đąđłđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đŠđ„ đȘđŻ, đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ„đ°đźđȘđŻđąđ”đŠ đȘđ” đȘđŻ đąđŻđș đžđąđș đ©đŠ đŽđąđž đ§đȘđ” đąđŻđ„ đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ¶đŻđ±đąđłđąđđđŠđđŠđ„.
''đ'đ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đžđąđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đžđąđș đ”đ°đ° đđ°đŻđš đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đȘđŽ, đ„đąđłđđȘđŻđš.'' đđŠđŻđ”đđș, đ©đŠ đ”đłđąđȘđđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđ”đȘđ±đŽ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ«đąđž, đ”đ¶đłđŻđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđ„đŠ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đąđ”đ”đąđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ§đ” đŽđŹđȘđŻ, đ±đđąđŻđ”đȘđŻđš đžđŠđ” đŹđȘđŽđŽđŠđŽ đąđđ đ°đ·đŠđł đȘđ”.
đđ§ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đąđŽđŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đŠđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđ” đźđȘđšđ©đ”'đ·đŠ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đą đłđŠđ€đ°đłđ„ đ§đ°đł đ©đ°đž đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹđđș đąđłđ°đ¶đŽđąđ đ©đąđ„ đ°đ·đŠđłđ”đąđŹđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠđŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đźđąđș đ©đąđ·đŠ đđȘđŠđ„. đđ§ đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠ đŻđ°đ”, đșđ°đ¶'đ„ đŽđąđș. đđ° đžđąđș đ„đȘđ„ đȘđ” đ”đąđŹđŠ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ°đŻđŠ đŻđȘđ± đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ§đ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđšÂ đŽđ°đąđŹđŠđ„. đđ” đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đą đ§đȘđłđŠ đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđ° đ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŠđ·đŠđł đȘđšđŻđȘđ”đŠ.
đđŠ đđąđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đ°đŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đąđ” đ±đŠđłđ§đŠđ€đ” đźđŠđŠđ”đȘđŻđš đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ«đąđž đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ” đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđźđźđŠđłđȘđŻđš đ±đ¶đđŽđŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đŠ đźđąđłđŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đąđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ©đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđąđŽđŻ'đ” đŁđ¶đŽđș đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ, đšđ©đ°đŽđ”đŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đȘđŻ đŽđȘđđŠđŻđ” đžđ°đłđŽđ©đȘđ±, đ”đłđąđ€đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đžđȘđłđș đ”đŠđŻđ„đ°đŻđŽ đ§đđŠđčđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đŠđŻđŽđŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đłđŠđđąđčđŠđ„ đ±đŠđłđȘđ°đ„đȘđ€đąđđđș.
đđ©đŠ đłđ°đ¶đšđ©đŻđŠđŽđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„ đ”đȘđ€đŹđđŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŽđ€đłđąđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ”đȘđźđŠ, đąđŻđ„ đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đą đŁđȘđ” đ§đ°đłđŠđȘđšđŻ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ§đ”đŻđŠđŽđŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©, đŁđ¶đ” đžđŠđđ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ.
''đđ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đ©đŠđđ-'' đ đ°đ¶ đšđąđŽđ±đŠđ„ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ±đ°đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ¶đŻđđ°đ€đŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŽđČđ¶đȘđłđź đąđŻđ„ đžđ©đȘđźđ±đŠđł đąđŽ đ©đŠ đȘđŻđ€đłđŠđąđŽđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đș đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ°đłđ„đȘđŻđąđ”đŠđ„ đąđ”đ”đąđ€đŹ đ°đŻ đȘđ”, đŁđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đŽđ°đ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš, đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đą đŹđŠđŠđŻđȘđŻđš đźđŠđŽđŽ.
đđȘđŽ đđąđłđšđŠ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đ”đłđąđȘđđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ±đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ¶đłđ·đŠđŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș, đšđłđąđŁđŁđȘđŻđš đłđ°đ¶đšđ©đđș đąđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŽđŽ, đŽđČđ¶đŠđŠđ»đȘđŻđš đ±đ°đŽđŽđŠđŽđŽđȘđ·đŠđđș đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đšđąđŽđ±đŠđ„. đđŠ đ±đ¶đđđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđ±đŽ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻ'đŽ đąđłđ°đ¶đŽđąđ đŽđ”đłđąđȘđŻđȘđŻđš đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ”đłđ°đ¶đŽđŠđłđŽ.
đ đ°đ¶ đšđłđŠđž đ©đ°đ” đžđȘđ”đ© đžđąđŻđ” đąđŻđ„ đȘđŻđŽđ”đȘđŻđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș đłđ¶đŁđŁđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđłđ„ đđŠđŻđšđ”đ©, đžđąđŻđ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ§đŠđŠđ đȘđ” đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đŠđŻđ”đŠđł.
''đđŠđŠđ„- đ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đđ°đ©đŻ-'' đđ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đ”đ¶đźđŁđđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đȘđŻ đą đ§đąđŽđ”-đ±đąđ€đŠđ„ đ”đ°đłđłđŠđŻđ”, đŠđ€đ©đ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đłđąđ€đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„.
đđȘđŽ đŽđ€đŠđŻđ” đžđąđŽ đȘđŻđ”đ°đčđȘđ€đąđ”đȘđŻđš, đą đźđȘđč đ°đ§ đŽđźđ°đŹđŠ đąđŻđ„ đłđȘđ€đ© đ€đ°đđ°đšđŻđŠ đźđȘđŻđšđđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ°đ·đŠđłđžđ©đŠđđź đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đąđŻđș đąđ”đ”đŠđźđ±đ” đąđ” đ€đ°đźđ±đ°đŽđ¶đłđŠ đžđąđŽ đđ°đŽđ” đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đłđąđȘđđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đ¶đšđŠ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đ„đ°đžđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđȘđ„đŠđŽ đ”đ° đšđłđȘđ± đ”đ©đŠ đŁđąđ€đŹđŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ. đđȘđ”đ© đą đšđłđ¶đŻđ”, đ©đŠ đ©đąđ¶đđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đ± đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đȘđ±đ”đ°đŠđŽ, đđŠđšđŽ đžđłđąđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đŽđŠđ€đ¶đłđŠđđș đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đžđąđȘđŽđ”, đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đŠ đ©đ¶đ§đ§đŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đą đŁđąđłđŠđđș đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠđ„ ''đđȘđŻđąđđđș.''
đđȘđ”đ© đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đŽđ”đȘđđ đłđ°đ°đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đłđąđźđŠ đ§đȘđłđźđđș đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ©đȘđź, đđ°đ©đŻ đŽđ”đąđšđšđŠđłđŠđ„ đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„, đŽđ”đ°đ±đ±đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđđș đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ đŁđ¶đźđ±đŠđ„ đ¶đ± đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ¶đłđ„đș đžđ°đ°đ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đȘđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đąđŁđđŠ. đ đšđąđŽđ±đŠđ„ đđŠđ§đ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đȘđ±đŽ đŽđ¶đłđšđŠđ„ đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ°đžđŻ, đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ”đąđŁđđŠđ”đ°đ±.
đđ©đŠ đđ°đ°đŽđŠ đ§đąđŁđłđȘđ€ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đȘđłđ” đłđ¶đ€đŹđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đšđ¶đȘđ„đąđŻđ€đŠ, đ±đąđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ€đłđŠđŽđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđŠđđđș đąđŻđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đȘđ” đšđłđąđ€đŠđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđąđłđŠ đŁđłđŠđąđŽđ”đŽ, đŽđžđ°đđđŠđŻ, đŻđȘđ±đ±đđŠđŽ đ„đąđłđŹđŠđł đ”đ° đŁđŠđ”đłđąđș đșđ°đ¶đł đđąđ€đŹ đ°đ§ đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đłđ” đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đ°đđ„đŠđł đźđąđŻâđŽ đłđąđ·đŠđŻđ°đ¶đŽ đšđąđ»đŠ, đ©đȘđŽ đšđąđ»đŠ đŁđ¶đłđŻđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠ.
''đđ¶đ€đŹ-'' đđ©đŠ đźđąđŻ đ±đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ€đąđđđș đšđłđ°đžđđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđšđ©đ”, đŽđ¶đłđšđȘđŻđš đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŹđȘđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ©đŠđąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„đŻâđ” đ§đŠđđ” đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠ đđȘđ§đŠ. đđ” đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ«đ¶đźđ± đ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŽđ”, đłđąđ€đȘđŻđš đłđąđ±đȘđ„đđș đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ đ€đđąđŽđ©đŠđ„ đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł, đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đ°đ€đ€đąđŽđȘđ°đŻđąđđđș đ€đđȘđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ°đŻđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŻ đą đŁđąđ”đ”đđŠ đ°đ§ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ„đ°đźđȘđŻđąđŻđ€đŠ đąđŻđ„ đ¶đłđšđŠđŻđ€đș.
đ đłđ¶đŽđ© đ°đ§ đŠđčđ€đȘđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đžđąđŽđ©đŠđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶, đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đą đŻđŠđąđł-đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ” đłđŠđąđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đŠđđ± đŁđ¶đ” đČđ¶đȘđ·đŠđł đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđšđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđ”đȘđ± đąđ€đłđ°đŽđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđąđłđŠ đŻđȘđ±đ±đđŠ, đ€đȘđłđ€đđȘđŻđš đȘđ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđŠđąđŽđ”đŽ đ©đŠđąđ·đȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đ§đąđŽđ” đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©.
đ đžđ©đȘđŻđŠ đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đđ°đ¶đ„đđș đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đșđ°đ¶ïżœïżœïżœ đŻđȘđ±đ±đđŠ đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ©, đđąđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ·đŠđłđș đ”đȘđ± đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ”đąđłđŠ đŽđžđȘđłđđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đŠđąđŹđŠđ„ đŁđ¶đ„, đ”đŠđŻđ„đŠđłđđș.
đ đ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ§đŠđŠđ đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đ€đ¶đłđ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đȘđ” đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđ” đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đŁđđąđ»đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđŻ, đđŠđąđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đšđłđȘđŻđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ©đȘđ±đŽ, đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠ đ”đ° đłđȘđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đąđ€đ©đŠ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đđŠđšđŽ.
đđłđȘđ·đŠđŻ đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđ” đŽđŠđ”đ”đđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đđ°đžđŠđł đ©đąđđ§, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŽđ¶đŁđ€đ°đŻđŽđ€đȘđ°đ¶đŽđđș đšđłđȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đŠđł đđąđ±, đŠđąđšđŠđł đ§đ°đł đąđŻđș đŹđȘđŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ§đłđȘđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đ©đŠđđ± đŽđ°đ°đ”đ©đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đąđ€đ©đŠ. đđ” đžđąđŽđŻ'đ” đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ©.
''đ đžđąđŻđ” đ”đ° đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đșđ°đ¶, đđ°đ·đŠ.'' đđčđ€đȘđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đ€đ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ©Â đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đžđŠđłđŠđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶, đ©đȘđŽ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đđŠđŽđŽ đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđł đŽđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđŻ đąđŁđđąđ»đŠ đžđ©đȘđđŽđ” đšđąđžđŹđȘđŻđš đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠđŽđ” đźđąđŽđ”đŠđłđ±đȘđŠđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đą đšđąđđđŠđłđș.
''đđđŠđąđŽđŠ, đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ.'' đ đ°đ¶đł đŻđąđȘđđŽ đ„đłđąđšđšđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ„đŠđ§đȘđŻđŠđ„ đ§đ°đłđŠđąđłđźđŽ, đ€đłđŠđąđ”đȘđŻđš đłđŠđ„ đđȘđŻđŠđŽ đȘđźđ±đąđ”đȘđŠđŻđ”đđș. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠđŻ'đ” đŽđ¶đłđŠ đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđŠđšđšđȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ” đŽđźđȘđłđŹ đ”đ©đąđ” đ§đ°đłđźđŠđ„ đ°đŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đŽđ©đ°đžđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đ°đ°đ„ đąđŻđșđžđąđș.
đ đ°đ¶đł đđŠđšđŽ, đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đ°đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„ đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ§đ°đł đđ°đ©đŻ đ”đ° đđŠđąđŻ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đąđŁđđŠ đȘđŻ đ§đłđ°đŻđ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶, đŽđ±đłđŠđąđ„ đ§đ¶đłđ”đ©đŠđł đąđ±đąđłđ”, đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ±đ¶đŽđ©đŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ© đŠđŻđ€đ°đ¶đłđąđšđȘđŻđšđđș.
đ đ°đ¶đł đ±đąđŻđ”đȘđŠđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đ”đłđąđŻđŽđ±đąđłđŠđŻđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đłđŠđąđ€đ©đŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ, đąđŻđ„ đžđąđŽđ”đŠđ„ đŻđ° đ”đȘđźđŠ đ”đ° đ»đ°đ°đź đȘđŻ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđź. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ±đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ€đąđđđș đ€đłđŠđąđźđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đŽđ©đŠ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđź đ±đąđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ§đđȘđźđŽđș đźđąđ”đŠđłđȘđąđ, đŽđđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đȘđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đąđŻđŹđđŠđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ”đ°đŽđŽđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đąđŽđȘđ„đŠ.
''đđ¶đ€đŹ, đșđ°đ¶'đłđŠ đ±đłđąđ€đ”đȘđ€đąđđđș đ„đłđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đźđŠ-'' đđȘđŽ đ€đ°đźđźđŠđŻđ” đ€đąđźđŠ đ°đ¶đ” đąđŽ đą đ©đ¶đŻđšđłđș đžđ©đȘđŽđ±đŠđł, đđȘđ§đ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŹđŻđŠđŠđŽ đ°đ·đŠđł đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŠđłđŽ đ”đ° đ”đąđŹđŠ đą đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đđ°đ°đŹ đąđ” đžđ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ° đ„đŠđ·đ°đ¶ïżœïżœ. đđ” đ”đ°đ°đŹ đąđžđąđș đŽđ°đźđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đđŠđ·đŠđłđąđšđŠ, đđŠđąđ·đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đłđŠ đ©đŠđđ±đđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đąđ”đ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đđ¶đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đ¶đźđŁđŽ đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đȘđŻđŻđŠđł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đ©đŠ đ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ¶đŻđ„đȘđ·đȘđ„đŠđ„ đąđ”đ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đłđŠđŻđ€đ©đŠđ„ đ€đ¶đŻđ”, đ§đ°đđ„đŽ đšđđŠđąđźđȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ°đ·đŠđłđ§đđ°đžđȘđŻđš đŽđđȘđ€đŹ. đđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đ©đŠđŽđȘđ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đ©đŠ đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„ đ©đŠđł đđȘđ±đŽ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđđȘđ”, đđȘđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đŠđčđ€đłđ¶đ€đȘđąđ”đȘđŻđšđđș đŽđđ°đž đșđ°đ¶đł đąđłđ°đ¶đŽđąđ đąđŻđ„ đšđłđ°đąđŻđȘđŻđš đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶.
đđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đđ°đ©đŻ đ§đŠđđ” đ„đłđ¶đŻđŹ đđȘđŹđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ”đąđŽđ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđŻđŠđŽđ” đđȘđČđ¶đ°đł, đšđđȘđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đžđŠđ”đŻđŠđŽđŽ, đŽđ°đ§đ” đŽđȘđšđ©đŽ đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đžđ©đȘđđŽđ” đ”đąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ€đŠđŻđ” đȘđŻ.
đđŠ đđȘđ€đŹđŠđ„ đą đ±đąđ”đ© đ¶đ± đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđđȘđ” đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đ€đđȘđ” đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đŽđ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ©, đ©đȘđŽ đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ”đłđąđ€đȘđŻđš đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠđŽ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đȘđ”.
đđ” đžđąđŽ đȘđŻđ”đ°đčđȘđ€đąđ”đȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ©đ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đąđŻđ”đąđđȘđ»đȘđŻđš đ”đąđŽđ”đŠ. đđȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ„đ¶đš đ„đŠđŠđ±đŠđł đąđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đšđ©đ” đźđ°đłđŠ, đŁđ¶đłđșđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ€đŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đąđ±đŠđč đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ.
đđŻđđș đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đŹđŻđŠđž đ©đ°đž đźđąđŻđș đŽđđŠđŠđ±đđŠđŽđŽ đŻđȘđšđ©đ”đŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ±đŠđŻđ” đ„đłđŠđąđźđȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđŻđ„ đȘđŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ, đžđȘđŽđ©đȘđŻđš đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ©đȘđź đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„.
đ đ°đ¶ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ©đŠđąđ·đȘđđș đȘđŻ đąđŻđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đŠđșđŠđŽ đ©đąđđ§-đđȘđ„đ„đŠđ„ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đșđ°đ¶đł đŹđŻđŠđŠđŽ đȘđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đȘđźđ±đ°đŽđŽđȘđŁđđș đ©đ¶đšđŠ đ±đąđđźđŽ đąđŻđ„ đșđąđŻđŹđŠđ„, đŽđđȘđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ°đžđąđłđ„đŽ đ©đȘđź đąđŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đąđžđąđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đźđ°đ¶đ”đ©.
đđȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đžđąđŽ đ„đȘđ·đȘđŻđŠ, đđȘđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đđ°đŻđš đŽđ”đłđȘđ±đŠđŽ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ, đžđłđȘđšđšđđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ” đłđ°đ¶đšđ©đđș, đ„đȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đąđŻđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đ°đđŠ đžđŠđ”đđș, đąđŻđ„ đ„đłđąđžđȘđŻđš đ±đ¶đđŽđȘđŻđš đ€đđŠđŻđ€đ©đŠđŽ đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đ©đŠ đ„đłđȘđŻđŹđŽ.
đđ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź đžđąđŽ đ§đȘđđđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đ°đŁđŽđ€đŠđŻđŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ°đ§ đŽđ°đ§đ” đŽđđ¶đłđ±đȘđŻđš, đšđłđąđ±đ©đȘđ€ đźđ°đąđŻđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đžđŠđ”đŻđŠđŽđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ§đđ°đž đ§đłđŠđŠđđș đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đ”đłđŠđźđŁđđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đŠđ€đŽđ”đąđŽđș, đ±đ¶đđŽđŠđŽ đ°đ§ đąđłđ°đ¶đŽđąđ đ”đ©đłđ°đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đąđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đłđŠ đłđŠđ±đŠđąđ”đŠđ„đđș, đą đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ©đŠđąđ„đș đŁđ¶đȘđđ„ đ°đ§ đąđŻ đŠđłđ°đ”đȘđ€ đ±đŠđąđŹ đ€đ°đŻđŽđ¶đźđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đ°đđŠ.
đđ©đŠ đđąđ”đ”đŠđł đŽđ©đąđźđŠđđŠđŽđŽđđș đźđ°đąđŻđŠđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đąđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ€đ°đłđŠ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đ©đŠ đ§đŠđđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đ±đ¶đđ đąđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđȘđł đłđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ©đąđłđŽđ©đđș, đźđąđŻđŠđ¶đ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ©đŠđąđ„ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ·đȘđŁđłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ¶đŻđ§đȘđđ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đŽđ±đłđŠđąđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ©đ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș đŽđŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đȘđ·đŠ đŁđ°đ„đș, đ§đ¶đłđ”đ©đŠđł đŠđŻđ©đąđŻđ€đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđŻđšđđȘđŻđš đ±đđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đ¶đłđłđŠđŻđ”đđș đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš.
đđ°đ©đŻ đ„đȘđ„ đȘđ” đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đžđŠđ”đđș, đąđ±đ±đđșđȘđŻđš đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đŽđ¶đ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đłđ°đđ đŁđąđ€đŹ. đđ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ°đ§ đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđ”đŠđđș đ°đŁđŽđ€đŠđŻđŠ, đŠđźđŁđąđłđłđąđŽđŽđźđŠđŻđ” đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đŽđ°đźđŠ đŽđ°đłđ” đ°đ§ đ”đłđąđŻđŽđźđ¶đ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđłđąđȘđŻ đąđŻđ„ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ©, đąđŻđ„ đ€đąđźđŠ đ°đ¶đ” đąđŽ đą đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠ đžđ©đȘđźđ±đŠđł đȘđŻđŽđ”đŠđąđ„.
đđȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ, đłđŠđąđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đ”đ° đ±đđąđș đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđȘđ±đ±đđŠđŽ, đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đȘđ± đŁđ°đŻđŠđŽ, đ”đȘđ€đŹđđȘđŻđš đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŹđŻđŠđŠđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đđ°đŽđ” đ”đłđąđ€đŹ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđŻđ¶đ”đŠđŽ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđŹđŠđ„, đđ°đŽđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đłđź.
đđ·đŠđŻđ”đ¶đąđđđș, đȘđ” đžđąđŽđŻâđ” đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đ¶đ”đ© đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ¶đŻđ”, đșđ°đ¶ đŁđ°đ”đ© đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đŻđŠđŠđ„đŠđ„ đźđ°đłđŠ. đđŠ đšđłđąđŁđŁđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©đŽ, đŽđČđ¶đŠđŠđ»đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđź đąđŻđ„ đŽđ”đłđ°đŹđȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđŻđŻđŠđł đŽđŹđȘđŻ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđČđ¶đŠđąđ đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđ€đŹđđȘđŽđ© đŽđŠđŻđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đžđ° đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đŽđđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđȘđł đžđąđș đȘđŻ, đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đȘđŻđš đ«đ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠđđ°đž đžđ©đŠđłđŠ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đŽđ”đąđșđŠđ„ đšđđ¶đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đ§ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđđȘđ€đŹđŠđ„ đ§đ°đđ„đŽ.
đđłđȘđ€đŠâđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đłđ°đ¶đšđ©đŠđŻđŠđ„, đŽđ€đąđłđłđŠđ„, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹđŠđŻđŠđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đą đđȘđ§đŠđ”đȘđźđŠ đ°đ§ đžđ°đłđŹ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđŠđđ„, đ©đąđŻđ„đđȘđŻđš đžđŠđąđ±đ°đŻđŽ đąđŻđ„ đŠđŻđŠđźđȘđŠđŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„ đŻđąđ”đ¶đłđŠ, đŽđ¶đ§đ§đȘđ€đȘđŠđŻđ”đđș đŽđ¶đ€đ€đŠđŠđ„đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đŠđ·đŠđłđș đźđȘđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đłđ°đžđŻ đąđ” đ©đȘđź.
đđ°đž, đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹ, đźđąđŻđđș đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đłđ¶đŁđŁđŠđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đȘđŻđŻđŠđł đžđąđđđŽ, đ„đłđąđšđšđȘđŻđš đą đ„đŠđđȘđ€đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ§đłđȘđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đŁđąđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ§đ°đłđ”đ© đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđł đ§đ¶đ€ïżœïżœïżœïżœđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ¶đłđđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đžđŠđ”đŻđŠđŽđŽ, đŽđ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đȘđ·đŠ đ€đđȘđ”.
đđŠ đźđ°đąđŻđŠđ„ đ„đȘđłđŠđ€đ”đđș đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đ€đ°đłđŠ, đŽđ©đ°đ°đŹ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ€đŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đȘđ”, đŽđŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ·đȘđŁđłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đđȘđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đŠđđŠđ€đ”đłđ°đ€đ¶đ”đŠđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ„đŠđł đąđŻđ„ đžđȘđ„đŠđł đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đłđ°đ°đź đ§đ°đł đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ€đ°đŻđ”đȘđŻđ¶đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”.
''đđș đšđȘđłđ.'' đđȘđŽ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŠđ„ đŽđ° đŁđłđ°đŹđŠđŻ đąđŻđ„ đžđłđŠđ€đŹđŠđ„, đŽđ©đ°đžđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŠđčđąđ€đ”đđș đ©đ°đž đŁđąđ„ đ©đŠ đ€đłđąđ·đŠđ„ đ”đ©đȘđŽ, đ€đłđąđ·đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„đŻ'đ” đ©đŠđđ± đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ¶đš đąđ” đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ°đ§đ” đ©đąđȘđł đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đ§đ°đł đŽđ°đźđŠđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŹđŠđŠđ± đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŠđ„.
đđ©đŠ đźđ¶đ§đ§đđŠđ„ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đžđąđŽ đŽđ° đ§đŠđłđąđ, đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đą đšđłđ°đžđ đźđąđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đŁđłđ¶đ”đąđ đ±đąđ€đŠ, đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đŁđđ¶đłđłđŠđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđ”đąđłđŽ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ©đȘđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ„đŠđŠđ±đŠđŽđ” đ±đąđłđ”đŽ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đđ°đŻđš đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đ°đ·đŠđł đąđŻđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł.
đđȘđźđŠ đŽđ”đ°đ°đ„ đŽđ”đȘđđ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ±đđąđ”đŠđąđ¶, đŽđąđ·đ°đłđȘđŻđš đŠđąđ€đ© đŽđ”đłđ°đŹđŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đžđąđđđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đŻđŠđŠđ„đŠđ„ đźđ°đłđŠ.
đđ©đŠ đ°đłđšđąđŽđź đŁđ¶đȘđđ„đȘđŻđš đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ” đžđąđŽ đ°đ·đŠđłđžđ©đŠđđźđȘđŻđš, đ”đ©đłđŠđąđ”đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đđŠđąđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ©đąđŹđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đđŠđŽđŽ đȘđŻ đą đžđąđș đŻđ° đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ±đŠđłđŽđ°đŻ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŠđ·đŠđł đČđ¶đȘđ”đŠ đźđąđŻđąđšđŠ, đŠđ·đŠđŻ đȘđ§ đ”đ©đŠđș đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ°đđŠ đźđąđŽđ”đŠđł đ°đ§ đŽđąđȘđ„ đąđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđ° đ°đŻđŠ đźđąđ”đ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đŁđ¶đ” đ©đȘđź, đŻđŠđȘđ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đŠđąđłđ” đ°đł đ”đłđŠđźđŁđđȘđŻđš đŁđ°đ„đș.
đ đ°đ¶ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ©đȘđŽ đŻđąđźđŠ, đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đ„đłđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđČđ¶đŠđŠđ»đŠđ„âđŠđ¶đ±đ©đ°đłđȘđą đžđąđŽ đ«đ¶đŽđ” đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đłđŻđŠđł, đ©đȘđŽ đ°đžđŻ đšđłđȘđ± đ”đȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đđ°đ°đ„đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đŽđđȘđ€đŹâđąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đŠđźđŠđłđšđŠđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đŁđŠđŻđŠđąđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđłđ”, đąđđ đžđŠđ” đ±đđąđŽđ”đȘđ€ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđłđłđȘđ”đąđ”đȘđŻđš đŽđźđȘđłđŹ.
đ đ°đ¶ đ±đąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đąđŁđ°đ·đŠ đ©đȘđź, đ€đ°đŻđ§đ¶đŽđŠđ„, đ©đŠđąđ” đ±đ°đ¶đŻđ„đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đłđŠ đđŠđ§đ” đŻđŠđšđđŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ° đ„đȘđŽđŽđȘđ±đąđ”đŠ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđ”đ°đ°đ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đąđšđąđȘđŻ.
âđ đ°đ¶âđłđŠ đšđ°đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đ€đ°đźđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ đ°đŻ đźđș đ€đ°đ€đŹ, đđ°đ·đŠ.'' đđȘđŽ đŁđ°đ°đźđȘđŻđš đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đŠđ€đ©đ°đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź, đą đđ°đ¶đ„ đ±đłđ°đ€đđąđźđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ„đ°đźđȘđŻđąđŻđ€đŠ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đšđąđ»đŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đ° đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đąđ·đŠ đžđ°đŹđŠđŻ đ¶đ± đ§đłđ°đź đą đ”đłđąđŻđ€đŠ.
đđčđ€đȘđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđ”đȘđ±đŽ đ”đłđąđȘđđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŁđŠđđ”, đ©đąđŽđ”đȘđđș đ¶đŻđ„đ°đȘđŻđš đȘđ”, đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđ”đąđ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ¶đ€đŹđđŠ đ€đđąđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đžđ°đŻđ„đłđ°đ¶đŽđđș đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŁđ¶đ”đ”đ°đŻ, đ©đąđŽđ”đȘđđș đžđ°đłđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đ”đ° đ”đąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đđ°đŽđŠđł đ”đ° đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠđ„ đźđ°đŽđ”.
''đđźđ±đąđ”đȘđŠđŻđ”, đąđłđŠđŻ'đ” đșđ°đ¶, đ„đ°đđ?'' đđ©đŠ đđ°đž đ€đ©đ¶đ€đŹđđŠ đąđđ°đŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đšđłđąđ·đŠđđđș đ”đȘđźđŁđłđŠ đ°đŻđđș đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđȘđ”đ¶đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đžđ°đłđŽđŠ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ„đłđąđšđšđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đžđąđȘđŽđ”đŁđąđŻđ„, đ±đ¶đŽđ©đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđ”đŠđłđȘđąđ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đąđŻđŹđđŠđŽ.
đđ”đłđ¶đšđšđđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłđđș, đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ”đąđłđŹ âđâ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ±đŠđđ·đȘđŽ đžđąđŽ đ¶đŻđ·đŠđȘđđŠđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶, đđŠđąđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đȘđŻđ„đȘđŽđ”đȘđŻđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș đđŠđąđŻ đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻ đąđžđŠ, đ€đąđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ”đ”đ°đź đđȘđ± đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đ©đ¶đŻđšđłđȘđđș, đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđŠđ„ đšđłđ°đž đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ§đ¶đłđ”đ©đŠđł đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđȘđšđ©đ”.
đđȘđŽ đŠđłđŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đđŠđŻđšđ”đ© đžđąđŽ đŻđŠđąđłđđș đ„đłđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đ”đȘđ±, đ·đŠđȘđŻđŽ đŁđ¶đđšđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ±đ¶đđŽđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đđȘđ€đŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ đȘđŻ đąđŻđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đđąđ»đŠđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ°đŻđđș đžđąđ”đ€đ© đąđŽ đ©đŠ đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đ±đłđŠđ·đȘđ°đ¶đŽ đ±đ°đŽđȘđ”đȘđ°đŻ, đ”đ°đžđŠđłđȘđŻđš đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đłđ¶đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đłđŠđŻđ€đ©đŠđ„ đ€đ¶đŻđ”. đđ·đŠđłđș đ”đȘđźđŠ đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ¶đ€đ©đŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ”, đșđ°đ¶ đšđłđ°đąđŻđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ„đŠđđȘđšđ©đ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đžđłđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠ đ°đŻđđș đŽđŠđłđ·đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ±đ¶đŽđ© đ©đȘđź đ§đ¶đłđ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŻđ”đ° đ€đąđłđŻđąđđȘđ”đș.
''đ đŻđŠđŠđ„ đźđ°đłđŠ, đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ-'' đ đ°đ¶ đŽđ”đ¶đ”đ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŠđŹđŽ đȘđźđźđŠđ„đȘđąđ”đŠđđș đ§đđ¶đŽđ©đȘđŻđš, đąđŻđ”đȘđ€đȘđ±đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đ€đ°đłđŠ đŽđ°đąđŹ đ¶đ± đ°đŻđ€đŠ đźđ°đłđŠ.
''đđđŠđąđŽđŠÂ đžđ©đąđ”, đ±đłđŠđ”đ”đș đšđȘđłđ?'' đđŠ đąđŽđŹđŠđ„, đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đŽđȘđđŹđș đŽđ°đ§đ”. đđ” đžđąđŽ đ€đđŠđąđł đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đ§đđ°đ¶đłđȘđŽđ©đŠđ„ đȘđŻ đąđŽđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŽđąđș đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđđ”đ©đș đŻđŠđŠđ„đŽ đ°đ¶đ” đđ°đ¶đ„, đ±đłđąđȘđŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđšđšđŠđ„, đ”đŠđŠđ”đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŠđ„đšđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đąđ¶đ” đąđŽ đą đŁđ°đžđŽđ”đłđȘđŻđš, đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ©đŠÂ đžđąđŽ đłđŠđąđ„đș đ”đ° đšđȘđ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ©đŠ đłđŠđđŠđąđŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŻđŠđŠđ„đŠđ„.
''đđđŠđąđŽđŠ, đ§đ¶đ€đŹ đźđŠ đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ.'' đ đ°đ¶đł đ°đžđŻ đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đŽđ¶đłđ±đłđȘđŽđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đ”đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ°đ»đȘđŻđš with đ„đŠđŽđȘđłđŠ đąđŻđ„ đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”đđș đŽđ±đ¶đłđłđŠđ„ đ°đŻ đŁđș đ©đ°đž đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđŽđŠđđș đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŽđ©đ°đž đ©đȘđź đ©đ°đž đđ°đŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đžđąđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đȘđŽ, đ©đ°đž đźđąđŻđș đ§đąđȘđđŠđ„ đđ°đ·đŠđłđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ”đ° đŠđŻđ„đ¶đłđŠ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ” đ€đąđźđŠ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đłđšđŠđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠđș đŠđ·đŠđŻ đŠđčđȘđŽđ”đŠđ„.
''đđ¶đ€đ© đą đšđ°đ°đ„ đšđȘđłđ.'' đđ©đŠđłđŠ đžđąđŽ đŻđ° đ©đȘđŻđ” đ°đ§ đ©đŠđŽđȘđ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ€đłđ°đ°đŻđŠđ„ đąđ” đșđ°đ¶. đđŠ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đȘđ±đŽ đŽđ° đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđ„ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ đŽđđȘđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đ°đđ„đŽ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đŽđȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đŽđđ°đžđđș, đđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đŁđ°đ”đ© đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđ·đŠđ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đŠđŠđ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź đ§đȘđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đ± đȘđŻđ€đ© đŁđș đȘđŻđ€đ© đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đŁđ¶đłđȘđŠđ„ đ„đŠđŠđ± đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶, đșđ°đ¶đł đžđąđđđŽ đŽđČđ¶đŠđŠđ»đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ”đȘđšđ©đ”.
đđŠ đŽđ”đąđșđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đą đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đ±đąđ¶đŽđŠđ„ đđ°đŻđš đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ° đđŠđąđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đŠđąđ„ đ¶đ± đąđŻđ„ đđ°đ°đŹ đąđ” đșđ°đ¶.
đđȘđ”đ©đ°đ¶đ” đąđŻđș đžđąđłđŻđȘđŻđš, đ©đŠ đŽđ©đŠđąđ”đ©đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ„đȘđ€đŹ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻ đ°đŻđŠ đŽđ©đąđłđ± đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ” đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đłđȘđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đŽđ° đđ°đ¶đ„đđș đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻ đŽđ”đȘđźđ¶đđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ. đđŠ đžđąđŽ đŽđ° đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ° đ§đ¶đđ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź đȘđŻ đąđŻ đȘđŻđŽđ”đąđŻđ”, đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ¶đŻđ” đČđ¶đȘđ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đ€đ¶đźđźđȘđŻđš.
đđ©đŠ đȘđŻđȘđ”đȘđąđ đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ© đąđŻđ„ đ§đ¶đđđŻđŠđŽđŽ đźđąđ„đŠ, đŽđ¶đłđ±đłđȘđŽđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đŁđ¶đ” đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđąđ€đ© đŽđđ°đž đąđŻđ„ đ±đ¶đłđ±đ°đŽđŠđ§đ¶đ đźđ°đ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđ„đ«đ¶đŽđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŽđȘđ»đŠ, đžđŠđđ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đŠđ·đŠđłđș đȘđŻđ€đ© đąđŽ đłđŠđ·đŠđđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đđ©đŠ đȘđźđąđšđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŻđŠđąđ”đ© đ©đȘđź, đŁđąđ€đŹ đąđłđ€đ©đŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đ§đąđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đ±đ¶đłđŠ đŠđ€đŽđ”đąđŽđș, đđ°đ©đŻ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŻđ° đđ°đŻđšđŠđł đŽđ”đ°đ± đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đđŠđŻđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđź đŽđ° đ”đȘđšđ©đ”đđș, đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđłđźđ”đ© đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đ°đđ„đŽ đ¶đłđšđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đ§đ¶đ€đŹ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđŠđŻđŽđŠđđŠđŽđŽ.
âđđŠđŽđ¶đŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đŠđŠđ đŽđ° đ§đ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đšđ°đ°đ„-â đđŠđąđ·đș đźđ°đąđŻđŽ đŁđłđ°đŹđŠ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠ đąđȘđł đąđŽ đŠđąđ€đ© đȘđŻđ€đ© đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź đŽđđ°đžđđș đŽđȘđŻđŹđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đȘđšđ©đ” đ©đŠđąđ”, đŽđ”đłđŠđ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ±đđŠđąđŽđąđŻđ” đŁđ¶đłđŻ.
đđŠ đ±đąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ đąđŽ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đȘđ±đŽ đŁđŠđšđąđŻ đźđ°đ·đȘđŻđš đąđ” đąđŻ đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đ§đŠđ·đŠđłđȘđŽđ© đ±đąđ€đŠ, đ§đ¶đđ đ°đ§ đąđŻ đąđšđšđłđŠđŽđŽđȘđ·đŠ, đ±đŠđŻđ” đ¶đ± đŠđŻđŠđłđšđș đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đąđŹđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŁđąđ€đŹ đ©đąđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ€đąđ±đąđŁđđŠ đ°đ§ đđ¶đ€đȘđ„ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”.
đđ©đŠđș đžđŠđłđŠ đđ°đŻđš, đŽđđ°đž đŽđ”đłđ°đŹđŠđŽ, đ±đ¶đđđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đŻđŠđąđłđđș đąđđ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ°đ¶đ” đąđŻđ„ đŽđđȘđ„đȘđŻđš đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻ đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ©đȘđŽ đŁđąđđđŽ đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶. đ đ°đ¶âđ·đŠ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đ§đŠđđ” đŽđ°Â đ§đ¶đđ. đđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđąđŽ đŽđđ°đžđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ, đ”đ©đŠ đ„đŠđ”đąđȘđđŽ đ„đłđ¶đš đ°đ¶đ” đȘđŻ đŽđ©đąđłđ± đŽđŠđŻđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ.
đ đ°đ¶ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ đ”đ©đłđ°đŁ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶, đšđłđ°đž đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđđȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŽđ” đŁđȘđ” đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹđŠđł đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đ¶đŽđŽđș đ”đȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŻđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ±đđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠ. đđȘđŽ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ© đžđąđŽ đ©đŠđąđ·đș đąđŁđ°đ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶, đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„đŽ đŽđ”đłđ°đŹđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđȘđł, đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đ¶đ± đŽđ° đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŽđŠđŠ đșđ°đ¶.
đ đ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đłđ°đđđŠđ„ đŁđąđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ€đđ°đŽđŠđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đąđŻ, đ”đ©đŠ đ§đŠđŠđ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđź đŠđŻđ·đŠđđ°đ±đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶, đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đȘđ” đ©đąđłđ„ đ”đ° đ€đ°đŻđ€đŠđŻđ”đłđąđ”đŠ. đđȘđŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đ€đąđźđŠ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ, đŹđȘđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đđȘđ€đŹđȘđŻđš đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đŠđ„, đšđłđȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ±đŠđđ·đȘđŽ đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đłđ¶đŁđŁđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ” đŠđąđ€đ© đ”đȘđźđŠ đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ”đ”đ°đźđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ”.
đđ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ°đ§ đŽđŹđȘđŻ đŽđđąđ±đ±đȘđŻđš đŽđŹđȘđŻ đ§đȘđđđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđ°đ°đź, đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđŠđŠđ” đąđłđ°đźđą đ°đ§ đŽđŠđč đ©đąđŻđšđȘđŻđš đ©đŠđąđ·đȘđđș đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đžđ° đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶. đđ°đąđŻđŽ, đ±đąđŻđ”đŽ, đąđŻđ„ đšđłđ°đąđŻđŽ đ©đąđłđźđ°đŻđȘđ»đŠđ„ đđȘđŹđŠ đźđ¶đŽđȘđ€ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ±đđąđșđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ§đȘđŻđšđŠđłđŽ đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đȘđ€đŹ đ€đ°đ€đŹ, đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đą đŽđ”đŠđąđ„đș đłđ©đșđ”đ©đź.
đđ¶đłđ±đ°đŽđŠđđș đ€đđŠđŻđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđź, đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđšđšđŠđ„ đ§đ°đł đźđ°đłđŠ, đ”đȘđšđ©đ”đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ¶đŽđ€đđŠđŽ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đ°đȘđŻđ” đąđ€đłđ°đŽđŽ. ''đđ°đłđŠ, đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ-''
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŁđ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ€đđ¶đ”đ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ©đąđłđ„, đ€đđąđžđȘđŻđš đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đ°đ„ đŁđŠđđ°đž đ§đ°đł đŠđŽđ€đąđ±đŠ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đŽđđąđźđźđŠđ„ đ©đąđđ§ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶. đđŠđŻđ”đđș, đ©đŠ đźđąđŽđŽđąđšđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđąđ€đŹđŽđȘđ„đŠ, đŠđąđŽđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đȘđŻ đą đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đ§đ¶đłđ”đ©đŠđł.
đđ©đŠ đąđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ„đłđŠđž đą đŽđ©đąđłđ± đ€đłđș đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đžđąđŽ đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹđđș đŽđ”đȘđ§đđŠđ„ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđȘđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠđź, đŽđČđ¶đȘđłđźđȘđŻđš đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đđȘđ€đŹđŠđłđŽ đ°đ§ đŽđŠđŻđŽđąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đđŠ đ±đłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„ đą đ€đ©đąđŽđ”đŠ đŹđȘđŽđŽ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđžđ°đđđŠđŻ đđȘđ±đŽ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŻđŠđ€đŹ. đđŠ đŻđȘđŁđŁđđŠđ„, đđȘđ€đŹđŠđ„, đąđŻđ„ đŽđ¶đ€đŹđŠđ„ đąđđ°đŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđ¶đźđŻ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ”, đšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đźđ°đłđŠ đąđšđšđłđŠđŽđŽđȘđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đ¶đ„đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đźđ°đąđŻđŠđ„. đđ©đŠ đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł đ©đŠđąđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đȘđđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đłđŠ đžđąđŽ đŽđ° đ€đđ°đŽđŠ đ”đ° đŠđłđ¶đ±đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠđ„ đžđ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ„đ°đȘđŻđš. ''đ đ°đ¶ đ§đŠđŠđ đŽđ° đšđ°đ°đ„ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đźđŠ, đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ.''
đđŠđŠđ”đ© đ€đđąđ€đŹđŠđ„, đđȘđ±đŽ đŽđđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŽđđȘđ„đŠđ„ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ§đŠđđ đ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đŠđđŁđ°đžđŽ đąđŁđ°đ·đŠ đșđ°đ¶, đ€đąđšđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đąđłđźđŽ. đđŠ đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đŠđ·đŠđłđșđžđ©đŠđłđŠ đąđđ đąđ” đ°đŻđ€đŠ, đ€đ¶đ±đ±đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŠđŹ, đźđąđŽđŽđȘđ·đŠ đ©đąđŻđ„ đ€đ¶đłđđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đȘđšđ©, đ°đł đ„đąđŻđ€đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ”. đđ©đŠ đđąđ±đ”đąđȘđŻ'đŽ đđȘđ±đŽ đŁđłđ¶đȘđŽđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ” đžđȘđ”đ© đđ°đ·đŠ đŁđȘđ”đŠđŽ, đ±đąđȘđŻđ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ€đđąđȘđź đąđđ đ°đ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶.
''đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đžđ©đąđ” đȘđ” đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đđȘđŹđŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đ§đąđŹđŠ đȘđ”, đ©đź?'' đđŠ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đŠđ„, đ·đ°đȘđ€đŠ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŁđ¶đ” đą đ©đ¶đŽđŹ đ°đ§ đ±đ¶đłđŠ đđ¶đŽđ” đąđŻđ„ đ±đąđŽđŽđȘđ°đŻ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ©đąđŻđ„ đłđŠđąđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ đŽđ° đ©đŠ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đŠđŠđ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ±đđȘđ” đ°đ±đŠđŻ đ°đŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đ€đŹ, đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đźđ°đ·đȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đąđŻđ„ đłđŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđš đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ”. đđŠ đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đȘđ·đŠ đŁđ¶đ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đ¶đźđŁ, đźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŠđŠđŻ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đ©đȘđź.
''đđł đžđ©đŠđŻ đ'đ„ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻđŽđȘđ„đŠ đźđŠ-'' đđŻđ¶đŻđ€đȘđąđ”đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđŻđ”đąđŽđȘđŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ©đąđłđ± đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đŽ, đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đ€đąđźđŠ đ°đ¶đ” đąđŽ đȘđŻđ€đ°đ©đŠđłđŠđŻđ” đžđ©đȘđźđ±đŠđłđŽ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đŹđŠđ±đ” đŁđ¶đźđ±đȘđŻđš đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đ„đŠđŠđ± đžđȘđ”đ©đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶.
''đđłđ°đź đŻđ°đž đ°đŻ- đ§đ¶đ€đŹ- đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đźđȘđŻđŠ. đđŻđđș đźđȘđŻđŠ-'' đđȘđŽ đđąđŽđ” đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đ€đąđźđŠ đ°đ¶đ” đȘđŻ đą đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đšđłđ°đžđ đąđŽ đ©đŠ đ±đ¶đđđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đąđšđąđȘđŻ, đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đȘđŻđš đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻ, đŽđ° đ©đąđłđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŽđ° đ„đŠđŠđ± đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đŽđŠđŠđȘđŻđš đŽđ”đąđłđŽ đąđŻđ„ đŽđ©đłđȘđŠđŹ đžđȘđ”đ© đ±đđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠ.Â
''đđ© đźđș-'' đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đłđŠđźđŁđđȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ©đŠđąđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ°đŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđŠđąđ”đș đ”đȘđ±đŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđȘđł đ§đđ¶đŻđš đŁđąđ€đŹ đąđŻđ„ đ§đ°đłđ”đ© đŁđș đ”đ©đŠ đ±đ°đžđŠđł đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đđđȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ. đđ·đŠđłđș đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đąđȘđźđŠđ„ đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđžđŠđŠđ” đŽđ±đ°đ” đ©đŠ'đ„ đ„đȘđŽđ€đ°đ·đŠđłđŠđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ, đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ°đŠđŽ đ€đ¶đłđ đžđȘđ”đ© đŁđđȘđŽđŽ. đđŽ đ©đŠ đ”đ¶đŻđŻđŠđđŠđ„ đą đ±đąđ”đ© đ°đ§ đđȘđČđ¶đȘđ„ đ§đȘđłđŠ đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đłđŠ, đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđđȘđ„đŽ đ§đđ¶đ”đ”đŠđłđŠđ„, đŽđ±đąđłđŹđŽ đŽđ°đąđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđŻđ”đȘđłđŠ đŁđ°đ„đș.
đ đ°đ¶đł đžđąđđđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ·đ¶đđŽđŠđ„, đŽđ©đ¶đ„đ„đŠđłđȘđŻđš đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đđŠđŻđšđ”đ©, đŽđ¶đ€đŹđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đȘđŻ đ„đŠđŠđ±đŠđł đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đŠ đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đ°đŻđŠ đ©đąđŻđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đđȘđ”, đ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đ¶đźđŁ đ”đ° đłđ¶đŁ đŽđ°đ§đ”đđș, đȘđŻ đŽđźđąđđ đ€đȘđłđ€đđŠđŽ đ€đąđ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đźđŠđžđ đ°đ¶đ”, đ”đŠđąđłđŽ đ§đ°đłđźđȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđŽđȘđ”đș đ°đ§ đ±đđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠ đ§đȘđđđȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș.
đđąđ·đŠđŽ đ°đ§ đŠđ€đŽđ”đąđŽđș đ±đ¶đđŽđŠđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș, đ°đ·đŠđłđžđ©đŠđđźđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶. đđ°đȘđŽđŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„đŻâđ” đłđŠđ€đ°đšđŻđȘđ»đŠ đ±đ°đ¶đłđŠđ„ đ°đ¶đ” đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đđȘđ±đŽ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đžđ©đ°đđŠ đŁđ°đ„đș đŽđ±đąđŽđźđŠđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đąđ§đ”đŠđłđźđąđ”đ©.
đ đđ°đž đšđłđ°đąđŻ đŽđđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ”, đŽđ° đ§đąđł đšđ°đŻđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đđŠđąđŽđ¶đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ©đŠ đŁđąđłđŠđđș đ©đŠđŽđȘđ”đąđ”đŠđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đŽđȘđŻđŹđȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŠđł.
đđ©đŠ đ±đąđȘđŻ đžđąđŽ đąđđźđ°đŽđ” đȘđźđźđŠđ„đȘđąđ”đŠđđș đ€đ°đąđ”đŠđ„ đŁđș đŽđ¶đ€đ© đąđŻ đȘđźđźđŠđŻđŽđŠ đžđąđłđźđ”đ© đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đ°đłđšđąđŽđź đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș đąđŻđ„ đ·đȘđ°đđŠđŻđ”đđș đłđȘđ€đ°đ€đ©đŠđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đ„đș. đ đ°đ¶ đŽđ©đ°đ°đŹ đąđšđąđȘđŻđŽđ” đđ°đ©đŻ, đŽđ©đ¶đ”đ”đŠđłđȘđŻđš đžđȘđ”đ© đŠđ·đŠđłđș đ±đąđŽđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đ°đŻđšđ¶đŠ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđłđŹ đ©đŠâđ„ đđŠđ§đ” đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶.
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đđŠ đŽđ¶đŻđŹ đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŠđŠđ”đ© đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đ©đłđ°đąđ”, đźđąđłđŹđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđłđŽđ©đđș đŠđŻđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đȘđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đđŠđąđ·đŠ đą đ©đ¶đšđŠ, đ±đ¶đłđ±đđŠ đŁïżœïżœïżœđ¶đȘđŽđŠ. đđŠ đšđłđ¶đŻđ”đŠđ„, đźđ°đ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ”đŽ đ§đąđđ”đŠđłđȘđŻđš, đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đłđ¶đŽđ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻđ”đ° đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđŠđ±đđș đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đ¶đŻđ„đ°đŻđŠ.
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#ah this was a bit rushed so i apologise for the bad writing#finally got to write the smut part even if it had to be months later#captain price#captain price smut#captain price x reader#captain price x you#captain price x female reader#john price#captain john price#cod smut#cod#call of duty#cod x reader#cod x you#task force 141#cod 141#141 x reader#tf 141#ghost smut#könig smut
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The sweetest remedy
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!pregnant!reader
summary: Joel has a bad day at work, but you know how to make him forget all about it
warnings: Joel is very much in love with his pregnant wife, a bunch of fluff, smut| oral sex (f receiving), Joel takes care of himself but you still swallow, fluffy smut, Joel being the pussy eating king that he is
"what's wrong?"
He'd taken one step into the house and you could already tell something was off
His forehead was creased with lines of annoyance and exhaustion, and by the way he was discarding his boots and jacket you knew he was pissed.
You were on the couch, your body turned towards the entrance, towards him, the tv muted behind you
"nothin'" he grumbled, setting his keys on the counter
"baby" you cooed, pouting softly "c'mere"
And of course, he did
Seeing you was all that made him survive these types of shitty days at work
Especially when he knew you'd be waiting for him in those flimsy summer dresses you loved to wear in the summer,
and especially since he'd gotten your belly to swell with the gift of a child.
You were five months in, and he fell in love with you all over again every time he looked at you
He had you straddling his lap the moment he sat down, his hands on your waist and his eyes all over you.
"tell me what's wrong," you asked again
You hated seeing him all troubled, he deserved nothing but happiness this man of yours,Â
because that's what he brought to you every single day
He sighed, before nodding slowly
"it's jus' the guys at work babygirl," he said "nothin' you gotta worry about"
you didn't pay attention to the last part
"What did they do this time?" you asked, softly caressing his chest to try and soothe him
"one of 'em didn't show" he grunted, the palms of his rough hands starting their journey from your pregnant belly to your butt and thighs
"Again?" you raised your eyebrows, annoyed too now "I don't understand why you don't just fire them and get new guys"
The first little smile since he first came home tugged at his lips
"what a coldhearted little boss you'd make" he joked, smirking softly.
You rolled your eyes, biting down a grin of your own
"you know I'm right"
He pushed you even closer to him before responding, wanting to feel more of you, all of you
"I know you are babygirl" he nodded, his forehead to yours now "but you know how I am... I know these guy's stories and evrythin'- I jus' don't have it in me"
Ah that's right
Who could have ever expected such a rough and tough exterior to be hiding such a softie
"you're too nice for your own good, Miller" You couldn't help but smile, softly kissing his cheek
He only grunted in response, losing himself in the scent and feel of you
"'m gonna have a talk with him Monday, I'll see what he has to say for himself"
You nodded, watching him closely
"that's a good idea" you murmured as you let him guide your mouth to his, impatiently kissing you as he'd dreamed of doing since he took the first step out of the house this morning.
You let him taste you, his tongue in your mouth and his beard against your skin, until you both needed air and had to lean away
But something seemed still off, usually, he only needed to feel your lips on his to forget all about his day, but today... today that little shadow in his eyes was still lurking in his iris
"baby" you pouted, your hands reaching for his cheeks to gently take his face in your hands "what can I do to make you feel better?"
And in retrospect, you didn't even know why you asked,
Your husband might have been a gentleman and a hard worker and everything else in this entire world... but he still was just a man.
A man that happened to love the taste of his wife more than anything on this earth
Which is why he didn't waste a moment before murmuring
"y'know what I need babydoll"
God but the way his voice always dropped an octave and that sweet southern drawl got more noticeable every time he needed you was more than enough to impregnate you all over again
"you're insatiable, Miller" you shook your head, laughing that light laugh of yours that made him feel summer breeze and sunshine all over him even on the coldest day of winter
But he didn't laugh, oh no, Joel Miller didn't laugh, he only looked at you, admired you, as you made your decision
"alright" you smiled, getting off his lap with a low groan, before laying on the couch, propping a pillow on the armrest so you could set your head on it to not have your belly cover the best part of the show, which of course, was your husband between your thighs.
just like he was now.
Good Christ and heaven all tougher did he look fucking hot like that,
his eyes fixed on your clothed core, his pupils big and dark with lust, his hands gripping the outside of your legs, his breathing almost as quick as yours...
His eyes found yours as his nose plummeted to your core, his nostrils flaring as he did what would make any woman self-conscious,( that was of course, if they weren't married to such a depraved and pussy obsessed man), he smelled you, he smelled you like you would with a good meal before devouring it, the tip of his nose ever so gently rubbing against your clit in the process.
You whimpered like you always did, and, like he always did, he only continued with his torture.
His tongue felt good even though the soaked material
"Joel" you whined now, as he licked slowly and thoroughly,
He resisted the urge to make you come like that, although he'd proved times and times before that he very well could,
he only stopped when there wasn't a spot on your underwear that wasn't drenched, and your chest was rising and falling faster than the speed of light
That, only that, was when his fingers reached for the fabric covering your core and pulled it to the side, his eyes falling to the work of art between your legs
he didn't say anything, he couldn't, he only groaned before he was devouring you whole
"oh my f-" you cried, your back arching from the couch as his hand seeped underneath your dress to get to your belly, his eyes finding yours again "f-fucking god baby"
He groaned again, his tongue drinking up everything you gave him, swirling over your clit over and over again, getting you utterly desperate just to tease you and fall to your hole, threatening to enter and forcing a gasp out of your mouth
your thighs squeezed around his head just like he liked it, robbing him of almost all oxygen as he buried his whole face into your weeping cunt.
"Joel- baby- p-please"
but he was back at sucking your clit, and all the words in your vocabulary got replaced by mindless, animalistic moans as one of your hands shot to his hair, gripping his hazel locks tightly as your hips started grinding onto his face, his nose, his mustache, his everything
And fuck if he didn't love it, if he didn't live to see you use him for your own pleasure, drenching his face and the couch beneath you with all your sweet juices as you whimpered and moaned what alternated between curses and his name with that irresistible desperate voice of yours.
Yeah, there was nothing that could ever beat this,
the feeling that he got every time you came apart like this was something that could have only been described as a glimpse of heaven, with the angels singing and everything too.
"f-fuck" he knew that high pitch cry, oh he knew it really fucking well "baby I-"
And you didn't even have to tell him, he already knew.
He continued feasting on your pussy, letting you chase your own high, and before you knew it, your head was thrown back and a wildfire of pleasure spread through your whole body, from your toes to the ends of your fucking hair.
You would have guessed you'd just run a marathon by how fast your heart was beating
"you're the most gorgeous woman on this planet" Joel murmured more to himself as he kissed the inside of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, before crawling up to ghost your lips "with the sweetest fuking pussy too"
You could only let out a silly laugh before he kissed you, letting you have a taste of that sweetness.
But when you didn't feel him grind what you knew must have been a rock hard erection underneath his jeans, on your core like he usually did, you frowned, as you watched him sit up instead
"baby?" your forehead creased even more in puzzlement once you watched him undo his zipper and pull out his aching cock, not looking even remotely interested in making a move to position himself at your entrance
"what are you doing?" you finally asked, sitting up too now
He wrapped a hand around his dick as he answered
"You're still sore from this mornin'"
What does that have to do with anything?
"but-"
He shook his head, watching you closely with that honest care that he only showed you "no but" he declared "I don't wanna hurt you babygirl"
And although you would have liked to argue, you knew that since you'd gotten pregnant, his protective side had somehow gotten even more hard-headed, and changing his mind was damn near impossible, which is why what you did instead, was change the tactic
"I still have hands... or a mouth, you know?" you cocked an eyebrow, eyeing his manhood
You didn't miss the way his member twitched ever so little at the proposal,
but then again, he had always refused you going down on him since the pregnancy, not because he didn't want to, fuck- god only knew the unspeakable things he'd do to let that pretty mouth of yours take care of him, no, the reason was he simply didn't want you to go through all that just for him, for his insignificant pleasure.
"All you gotta do is just sit there and look pretty, sugar" he murmured, finally starting to stroke himself, groaning lowly as he did
Your breathing faltered at the image, his large hands fisting his cock hard, stroking up and down in a way that looked incredibly natural and incredibly intimate at the same time.
And even if he'd ignored your proposal, you couldn't help but smile before pressing a kiss to his neck, right where his pulse was fighting against his skin.
And while you did that, now softly peking every inch of skin not covered by his shirt, you started undoing the straps of your dress, letting them fall down with the top of it once you were done
"like this?" you asked, biting down a smirk as Joel let out a desperate moan at the image before him.
God your tits looked even fucking better now, so full, so soft, so- so fucking perfect
"sweet Jesus" he groaned, his eyes panning between your mouth and your boobs as his strokes got faster, more desperate
You felt his hand sneak up your body and finding your tits, grabbing at them softly, gently caressing each one with all the care and amazement in the word, until he was whispering, begging "fucking-come here" and pulled your mouth to his, leaving a wet, filthy kiss on your lips as he continued palming your front.
the sound from his work on his dick was obscene, but neither of you cared, especially when the words coming out of your mouth happened to be even obscene.
"You're close?" you asked, feeling his heavy breath fanning over your mouth
"yeah doll"
You kissed him again quickly before speaking
"come inside my mouth baby"
Again, Joel Miller might have been as incredible as you wanted... but he still remained only a man,
a man who had to fight with everything he had in himself not to bust his load right there
"Good fucking Christ-" he groaned, closing his eyes as he threw his head back "fuck me"
"I would if you'd let me" you joked, placing another kiss beneath his ear
He laughed softly, opening his eyes to find yours "you want me to come in your mouth sugar?"
"yes" you nodded without missing a beat "I need it" you cooed, stroking his beard as his breathing became more and more uneven, his cock on the verge of exploding
"I need you to fill me up baby, if not my pussy, my throat at least"
"fuck"
you always knew what to say to get him going
"fucking- damnit" he groaned, tugging hurriedly at his cock as he ordered you to "don't move- open your mouth" until he was kneeling beside you on the couch, grunting and moaning soft curses or that's it-good girl, looking down lovingly at you till his warm seed was filling your whole mouth.
It took him a moment to come back to life, to the real word, but before he knew it, you were kissing as he held you close to his chest.
"Feeling better?" you finally asked
"I don't even remember what I was mad about babydoll"
#i got sleepy towards the end im sorry if its rushed#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fluff#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#smut#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#fluff#joel miller imagine#joel miller blurb#joel miller angst#fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo
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Babe. Babe. Babe. Iâm ovulating and it shows BUT. Iâm thinking SO heavy abt how in MULTIPLE of ur luke fics you comment on his desire to cum inside, knowing damn well he canât/that heâll be able to talk her into it one day and it WONT leave my brain alone. I need a fic where reader finally lets him. Iâm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as I type this. down horrendously. send help.
creampie; MDNI â i did not realize that I did this that often erm
if he hadn't have told you verbally, with the way luke is fucking you, you would've been able to figure out what his goal was.
it was one he recently set, having been given permission by you, coupled with extremely enthusiastic consent.
truthfully, it was about time.
all of those sessions where you would see him staring longingly at your cunt after he fucked it, as if he were expecting something else to happen. all of those nights where he would hesitate before putting on a condom, plump lips parting as if he prepared to ask a question, and then promptly closing as he decided against it.
it all led to this: luke finally fucking you raw, leading himself to an orgasm that would make it all worth it.
he has you in a mating press, as if he needed to amplify his intentions even more.
the tops of your thighs pressed against your chest, your ankles and calves thrown over his shoulders, the position spreading you open to give luke access to the deepest parts of you.
he keeps mentioning it, clearly as entranced by it all as you are. little breaths of "so deep" and borderline gasps of "you feel me?" spoken into the stiff air.
you really aren't much better. the ferocity of his hips, the hunger behind each thrust, has made you go dumb. you can only respond in pornographic "yes"'s and "mhm"'s every so often. all of your energy and sense has gone to the feeling of luke driving himself in and out of you like you're nothing but a pocket pussy.
he'd already made you cum once, and another is steadily approaching. it comes closer and closer as you realize that luke is using your body.
it arrives when luke tells you he's about to cum, since you know what that means.
somehow, your brain begins to function and words form.
"please, luke. please cum in me. i need it so bad."
you sound desperate, like something out a video curated perfectly to appease audiences. but that's just how luke has made you feel. that's what he's done to you.
he presses one of your legs further down into your chest and begins to roll his hips into yours, abdominal muscles going taut as his eyelids lower to watch it all happen.
"'m close, baby. just a little..." he lets the sentence tailor off without a complete ending but its not necessary. not when his hips twitch and then still and then finally, he's spurting cum into you.
it's a foreign feeling, but in the best possible way. warm and wet, copious amounts, more than you would've expected. you think you felt him fill you out a little more for a second, but you can't even begin to consider that whenever luke pulls out and his cum follows.
you barely mourn the emptiness before luke's speaking to you.
"did so well, angel. but i need one more thing from you." he lowers your legs, kisses the tops of your calves. "push it out 'f me. need to see it, angel."
you do as told, letting his cum drip out and encouraging it a little with your last remnants of energy. luke's breath hitches, and then you flinch when his fingers probe at your entrance.
he apologizes in a soft whisper but continues his exploration. thick fingers sliding in his cum, smearing it over your cunt. when he gets up to your clit, teasing the bud with the newly added slip, you say his name. it's meant to be a warning, but it comes out more as a plea.
either way, he still chuckles through his halfhearted apology.
"can't help it," he reasons.
"just look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you."
#got kinda meta for a sec erm#lukesworld!#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x you#celeste writes pjo
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