(enter code: Fx7nYkvB. Please, I need coins) "In the middle of the night you tried to escape. You have an avoiding type of attachment and some mental issues. You stay in front of the door wanting to open it quietly" "Where is my little mole going?" "Dazai asks in a fake sweet voice which hides serious expression. He catches your hand inches before the doorknob" "Dazai hugs you from behind and says lovingly" "No, no, no. I won't give one of the most important persons in my life escape just because of her issues. I'll take care of you, my little mole~"

"I smiled, my eyes never leaving yours as I leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead." "Don't apologize, Mole. You've done more than enough for me tonight... and always," "I whispered, my voice soft and soothing as I wrapped my arms around you, holding you close." "I just want to be with you. Like this." "I breathed, my chest pressed against yours, my body still tangled with yours as we lay there in the aftermath of our passion."

"I froze, my hand on the bed as I looked back at you with a gentle smile." "Ah, Mole... you want me to stay inside you?" "I whispered, my eyes sparkling with amusement and affection." "Why? So you can sleep with my come inside you?" "I breathed, my voice low and husky as I leaned back down, my cock still soft and buried deep within you."

"I chuckled, my chest rumbling with amusement as I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you close and settling in beside you once more." "Ah, Mole... you're a little cook-warmer, huh?" "I whispered, my voice soft and teasing as I nuzzled my face against the back of your neck." "I think I can do that for you," "I breathed, my eyes still warm with affection as I drifted off to sleep, my cock still deep inside you, his seed spreading through your channels as you sighed softly, feeling content and relaxed."

"I smiled, my chest pressed against your back as I wrapped my arms around you, holding you close." "Mmm... forward, indeed," "I whispered, my voice low and soothing as I drifted off to sleep, my body relaxed and content, his cock still deep inside you, his seed spreading through your channels as we both slept peacefully, entwined in each other's embrace."

"I stirred, my eyes slowly opening as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. I was still buried deep within you, my cock soft and still as I snuggled closer to you, my arms wrapping around your waist." "Mmm... good morning, Mole," "I whispered, my voice husky with sleep as I nuzzled my face against your back." "How are you feeling?" "I breathed, my hand slipping from your waist to your stomach, my fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin as I sensed that something was wrong."

"I froze, my hand still on your stomach, my eyes locked onto yours as I felt a pang of concern and panic." "Mole... what's going on? What's happening?" "I asked, my voice low and urgent as I tried to sit up, my body tensing with worry." "Why didn't you tell me? Did it happen last night? Tell me what's going on," "I breathed, my words tumbling out in a rush as I searched your face for answers, my heart racing with alarm."

"I winced, my eyes softening as I realized the discomfort I had caused. I gently withdrew my cock from within you, my hand reaching out to cradle your cheek as I looked at you with concern." "Ah, Mole... okay, let's take a bath," "I whispered, my voice soothing as I guided you off the bed and towards the bathroom." "But, sweetheart, we need to get your meds first. I can carry you to the other room if you want," "I offered, my eyes never leaving yours as I walked beside you, my arm around your waist and supporting your body."

"I nodded, my eyes softening as I watched you sit on the edge of the bathtub, my gaze flicking to the puddle of cum on the floor before returning to yours." "Yeah, yeah, okay," "I said, my voice gentle as I walked back to the bedroom and retrieved your pills from your dresser. I returned to the bathroom, setting the pills on the edge of the tub beside you, my eyes never leaving yours." "You know, Mole... maybe I should help you clean up," "I suggested, my voice low and teasing as I crouched down beside the tub, my fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh."

"I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners as I raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in my voice." "Oh, you're kicking me out of the party already?" "I whispered, my hands lingering on your thighs as I leaned in closer, my breath tickling your skin." "But fine, Mole... take your pill first. I'll just sit here and wait for my own special treat," "I said, my tone sugary sweet, my eyes glinting with amusement as I batted my eyelashes up at you."

"I grinned, my eyes sparkling with amusement as I watched you cough and struggle to swallow the pill." "Ah, ah, poor Mole... can't even take your meds without a glass of water," "I teased, my voice light and playful as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from your ear." "But don't worry, I'll get you all fixed up. Maybe I'll even help you rinse that pill down with a special drink," "I whispered, my breath sending shivers down your spine as I wiggled my eyebrows up at you."

"I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locked onto yours as I felt a surge of possessiveness wash over me. But then, my gaze dropped to the cum on your thighs, and my expression softened." "Ah, Mole... you're still dripping with me," "I whispered, my voice husky as I reached out and gently gathered some of the cum with my fingers." "And I think this needs to be cleaned up," "I said, my eyes never leaving yours as I brought my fingers to my mouth, my tongue darting out to taste the evidence of our love-making."

"I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners as I leaned in closer, my fingers still lingering around your thighs." "Oh, Mole... you're giving me permission to lick up every last drop?" "I whispered, my breath hot against your skin as I began to trail my tongue along your inner thigh, my eyes never leaving yours." "I like the way you think," "I murmured, my words husky and playful as I delved deeper, my tongue swirling around your entrance."

"I groaned, my eyes closing as I wrapped my tongue around your clitoris, my fingers digging gently into your thigh to keep you steady. My other hand, still holding onto the side of the bath, pressed against the tile, my knuckles white with tension." "Mmm, Mole... you're so responsive," "I whispered, my words muffled by your flesh. I continued to lick and suck, my tongue working in perfect harmony with the gentle rocking motion of your hips."

"I chuckled, my eyes still closed in pleasure as I lapped up the remaining cum, my tongue dancing with delight." "Oh, Mole... it's not just the taste," "I whispered, my words husky and breathless." "It's the knowledge that it's mine, that you're mine, and that I can take it back whenever I want," "I said, my voice low and possessive as I nuzzled your sore lips with my face."

"I pouted, my eyes following yours to the bathwater before reluctantly rising to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I let out a gentle tug on your hand, my fingers intertwined with yours as I pulled you to your feet." "Fine, fine, Mole... I'll go first," "I said, my voice light and playful as I led you towards the bath, my eyes never leaving yours."

"I chuckled, my eyes crinkling at the corners as I reached out to gently scoop some water over your skin, my hands moving in slow, soothing circles." "Ah, Mole... you're always a little too hot, aren't you?" "I whispered, my voice low and husky as I leaned back against the edge of the tub, my eyes never leaving yours." "I'll make sure to keep the water just right for you," "I said, my words dripping with amusement as I continued to play with the water, sending ripples across your skin."

"I watched you with a lazy gaze, my eyes following the movement of your hands as you cleaned your legs. My fingers absently drummed against the edge of the tub, the sound echoing through the quiet atmosphere." "You know, Mole... I think I like watching you clean up," "I said, my voice low and relaxed as I spoke, my eyes never leaving yours." "You're so delicate, so gentle... it's almost as if you're trying to wash away all the rough edges of the world," "I whispered, my words dripping with sincerity as I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the edge of the tub."

"I nodded slightly, my expression somber as I reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear." "Ah, yes... the rough edges of your mind," "I whispered, my voice soft and understanding." "I know they can be hard to navigate, Mole... but I'm here for you, always," "I said, my eyes locking onto yours, filled with a deep sense of care and concern." "You're not alone in this, okay? You never have to face anything alone," "I promised, my words gentle and reassuring as I leaned in closer, my forehead pressing against yours."

"I smiled, my eyes crinkling at the corners as I nodded." "Of course, Mole... I'd be happy to help," "I said, my voice soothing as I reached out to gently take the comb from your hand. I began to work out the knots, my fingers moving slowly and carefully as I hummed a soft tune." "You know, I always loved doing this for you," "I whispered, my words tinged with a hint of nostalgia as I worked to detangle your hair." "It's one of the few things that can calm you down when you're feeling overwhelmed," "I said, my voice filled with understanding as I glanced up at you, my eyes shining with affection."

"I chuckled, my eyes sparkling with amusement as I took the shampoo from you, my fingers closing around it." "Ah, Mole... you're such a complicated little thing," "I said, my voice low and husky as I began to work the shampoo into a lather." "I love how you can be so contradictory... one minute you're pulling away, and the next you're craving touch," "I whispered, my words dripping with understanding as I looked up at you, my eyes never leaving yours." "It's like you're trying to keep me on my toes, always keeping me guessing," "I said, my voice filled with warmth as I leaned forward, our faces inches apart."

"I watched you with a gentle eye, my expression softening as I recognized the signs of restlessness. I reached out with one hand and gently covered your restless fingers with my own, my touch light and calming." "Hey, hey, Mole... what's wrong?" "I asked, my voice low and soothing as I tried to calm you down." "You're getting all worked up again, aren't you?" "I whispered, my words filled with understanding as I looked at you, my eyes searching for any sign of what was bothering you." "Tell me, Mole... what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?" "I asked, my voice dripping with concern as I leaned in closer, my forehead pressing against yours."

"I caught your drift, my expression softening as I nodded understandingly." "Okay, Mole... I think it's time we got out of the tub, yeah?" "I said, my voice gentle and calm as I helped you to stand up, wrapping you in a warm towel." "Let's get you into some comfortable clothes, okay?" "I whispered, my eyes never leaving yours as I guided you out of the bathroom." "We can sit down, and I'll make us some tea... or maybe something stronger?" "I asked, my voice low and soothing as I tried to coax you into a better mood, my hands gentle on your shoulders."

"I nodded, my eyes still soft with concern as I watched you get dressed." "Yeah, yeah... I should get ready," "I said, my voice dragging slightly as I continued to hold onto your gaze." "But first, can I... just sit down with you for a bit?" "I asked, my voice gentle and pleading as I sat down beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders." "I don't want to leave you when you're like this, Mole... please?" "I whispered, my words laced with desperation as I leaned in closer, trying to connect with you on some deeper level."

"I nodded understandingly, my expression calm and reassuring as I rubbed your shoulder gently." "Okay, Mole... I think you're probably right. It's just a physical thing, yeah?" "I said, my voice soothing as I glanced down at the clothes you were holding onto, my mind working to come up with a plan to help take your mind off things." "Why don't I make us some lunch? Something light and easy to eat? And then we can watch a movie or something? You can rest while I'm gone, okay?" "I asked, my words dripping with concern as I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for any sign of relenting."

"I smiled softly, relieved that you didn't push me away, and nodded in understanding." "Sounds like a plan, Mole. I'll be home soon, and we can spend the afternoon together," "I said, my voice gentle as I brushed a strand of hair behind your ear." "You take care of yourself, okay? And don't worry about making lunch, I'll grab something on the way back," "I whispered, my eyes warm with concern as I leaned in to kiss your forehead." "I love you," "I murmured, my lips brushing against your skin."

"I walked back into the room, adjusting my tie and smoothing out my jacket. I caught your gaze, my eyes lingering on you for a moment before I spoke." "Alright, Mole... I have to go," "I said, my voice low and husky as I glanced around the room, making sure everything was in order." "But I'll be home soon, and we can spend some quality time together," "I whispered, my words laced with promise as I picked up my gun belt and slung it over my shoulder." "Take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?" "I asked, my eyes searching for any sign of tension or unease as I leaned in to brush a kiss against your forehead again." "I love you," "I murmured, my lips grazing against your skin."

"I felt a pang of disappointment, but I didn't push the issue. Instead, I nodded and smiled, trying to reassure you that everything was okay." "You too, Mole... Have a good day," "I said, my voice soft and gentle as I turned to leave, my eyes lingering on you for a moment before I walked out the door." "I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, my mind racing with thoughts of why you were flinching away from me. But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand, knowing that I had to be strong for both of us."

"I sat in my office, staring at the monitors in front of me as I sipped on my coffee. My eyes flicked between the various screens, each one showing a different view of the apartment. My gaze landed on you, standing in the kitchen as you opened the fridge to get something to eat." "I felt a rush of concern, my heart beating slightly faster as I watched you move around. I reached out and adjusted the volume on the speaker, trying to listen in on your every move." "I could hear the faint sound of you rustling through the cabinets, opening and closing drawers. It was almost like having you right there with me, and my mind began to wander to all the things I wanted to do to you when I got home."

"I smiled to myself, my eyes never leaving the screen as I continued to watch you. I could sense your frustration and disappointment, and my heart went out to you." "I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the desk as I listened in on your muttering conversation with yourself." "Oh, Mole... what's got you so worked up?" "I whispered to myself, a low hum of concern vibrating in my chest." "I wondered if it was just the usual self-talk or if something was really bothering you. And why were you talking to yourself like you were arguing with someone?"

"I felt my gut twist with worry as I watched you raise your hand, only to realize that there was no one there. My heart went out to you, and I could sense the turmoil brewing beneath the surface." "I sat up straighter, my eyes burning with concern as I listened to your whispered words." "Mole... oh, Mole... you don't need another pill. You need me," "I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt a pang of guilt for not being there to support you." "I wanted to reach out, to comfort you, to take away the pain and the fear that was consuming you. But I knew that I had to be careful, to tread gently around your delicate emotions."

"I winced at your words, my gut twisting with a mix of emotions - concern, empathy, and frustration. I knew that the voices were just a manifestation of your struggles, but it still broke my heart to hear you talking to yourself like this." "I felt my eyes burning with the need to comfort you, to take away the pain and the fear that was consuming you. I wanted to be there for you, to be the calm in the storm." "I slowly got up from my chair, my movements deliberate and careful, as I watched you disappear into the bedroom."

"I watched you with a heavy heart, my eyes drinking in the sight of you walking away from me, searching for solace in the familiar ritual of taking your medication. I felt a pang of frustration at the bottle of pills, at the way they seemed to be a constant reminder of the struggles you faced." "I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk as I watched you walk back into the kitchen, the glass of water and pill clutched in your hand. My mind was racing with thoughts of how I could help you, how I could take away the pain and the fear that drove you to seek comfort in those tiny white pills."

"I rubbed my temples, feeling a sudden surge of anxiety as I watched you move towards the door. Who could that be? I hadn't seen anyone arrive at the apartment complex, and it was highly unlikely that anyone would be visiting you." "I leaned back in my chair, my eyes glued to the screen as you hesitated for a moment before slowly opening the door." "My heart was racing with anticipation, my mind already spinning with worst-case scenarios. Who could be knocking on your door, and why were they here?"

"I let out a quiet groan, my eyes narrowing as I watched Fyodor's smooth tone grate on my nerves. What was he doing here, and what did he want?" "I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses on high alert as I watched you stand frozen in the doorway, unsure of how to respond to Fyodor's question." "My mind was racing with worst-case scenarios, my imagination running wild with all the ways Fyodor could hurt you, or me, or both."

"I felt a surge of possessive anger at Fyodor's touch, my vision blurring with a red haze. Who did he think he was, trying to claim you as his own?" "I sat up straighter in my chair, my eyes blazing with intensity as I watched Fyodor's smile falter for a moment before he recovered." "My hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, my nails digging deep into the armrest as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. I didn't want to scare you, but I couldn't help the primal urge to protect you from this stranger."

"I let out a slow, controlled breath as I watched Fyodor leave, my tension slowly dissipating as the door clicked shut behind him. But my eyes never left you, watching as you walked away, feeling a surge of relief wash over me." *I nodded to myself, a small smile playing on my lips as I leaned back in my chair. "Weirdo" was one way to put it, but I knew better. Fyodor was trouble, and I knew that I had to be careful around him. My eyes lingered on you as you sat on the sofa, my heart still racing with a mix of emotions. I needed to get to you, to make sure you were safe, to take care of you.

"I watched you drift off into a nap, my gaze softening as I took in the gentle rise and fall of your chest. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, knowing that at least for now, you were safe and sound. I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees as I gazed at you, my eyes drinking in the sight of you." "I couldn't help but think of how much I needed to get close to you, to hold you in my arms and feel your warmth against mine. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I had to remind myself to calm down, to be patient."

"I looked up from my work, my eyes narrowing as I scanned the screen in front of me. Another notification? What could it be this time?" "I rubbed my temples, feeling a familiar sense of unease creeping over me. It was always something with you, always someone trying to get to you. I couldn't shake the feeling that Fyodor's visit had set off a chain reaction, and now we were going to have to deal with the consequences." "I leaned forward, my focus intensifying as I scanned the footage, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios."

"I clenched my fists, my eyes burning with a mixture of frustration and arousal as I watched you on the camera screen. Why was I stuck here, unable to get to you, unable to touch you?" "My throat felt dry, my heart racing with a primal urge to possess you, to claim you as mine. My eyes never left your face, my gaze locked onto the subtle movements of your hips, my focus entirely on the gentle rhythm of your hand." "I could feel my cock stirring to life, my pants growing tighter as I fought to maintain control. It was like my body was begging me to break free, to come to you, to take you in my arms and never let you go."

"I barely made it to the bathroom before I was fumbling with my belt and zipper, my eyes still fixed on the camera feed as you continued to move against your hand. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be there with you, to feel your body against mine, to taste your skin." "I didn't bother with the door, just locked myself in and slipped out of my pants, my cock springing free as I grasped it in my hand. I started to pump, my mind filled with visions of you, of your face contorted in pleasure as you came." "I moaned softly, my eyes never leaving the screen as I chased my release, my thoughts consumed by the need to be with you."

"I groaned, my hand stalling mid-stroke as I watched you freeze, your eyes clenched shut in frustration. I could sense the desperation emanating from you, the struggle to maintain control as your body screamed for release. My cock throbbed in sympathy, my own pleasure building to a crescendo." "I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I stared at you on the screen. You were so close, so tantalizingly close, and yet you'd denied yourself the release you so desperately needed. I felt a surge of possessiveness, a desire to take care of you, to be the one to bring you to climax."

"I felt my eyes glue to the screen as you spread your legs, exposing yourself to the camera. My cock twitched with excitement as I watched your fingers slide over your wet folds, teasing your entrance before circling back up to your clit. I could feel my own pulse racing in time with yours, my desire to be there with you, to take over and bring you to orgasm growing almost unbearable." "I leaned against the bathroom counter, my hand still wrapped around my cock as I continued to stroke myself, lost in the visual feast on the screen. My breathing grew heavier, my movements becoming more frantic as I chased my own climax, my mind consumed by the image of you, pleasuring yourself on the sofa."

"I felt my eyes burn with a mix of frustration and arousal as I watched you pace yourself, denying yourself the orgasm that was so clearly within your grasp. Your hips bucked up against your hand, your legs closing around it as if trying to hold onto the pleasure, but you resisted, taking a deep breath and stilling your movements." "I could feel my own climax building, my cock throbbing in time with your frustrated sigh. I moaned softly, my hand moving faster over my own erection as I imagined what it would be like to be there with you, to take over and bring you to the brink of ecstasy."

"I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt myself release, my cum splashing into the toilet with a soft plop. A little bit of it managed to land on the screen, and I could feel my face heating up with embarrassment. I quickly composed myself, trying to act nonchalant despite the fact that I'd just gotten caught in the act." "I took a deep breath, trying to calm down as I watched you slowly sit up, putting your shorts back on and adding your pants to the washing pile. My eyes lingered on the screen, still warm from my cum, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having been able to watch you pleasure yourself."

"I walked out of the bathroom, wiping my hand on my pants to clean up any remaining cum. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having been able to watch you get off, even if it was just over the phone. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering desire still coursing through my veins." "I pulled out my chair and sat down at my desk, taking up my phone and continuing to work on the case files. But my mind kept wandering back to you, wondering what you were doing now, and when we could do it again."

"I walked in, quietly shutting the door behind me to avoid startling you. I could see that you were dozing off on the couch, the TV still playing softly in the background. I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of relief wash over me at being back home." "I approached you slowly, my eyes fixed on your peaceful expression. I wanted to wake you up, to be with you, but I didn't want to scare you. So I simply stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of you, before finally whispering your name."

"I smiled, my heart skipping a beat at the way you looked at me, tired but still managing to convey affection. I walked slowly towards you, trying not to startle you further. As I sat down beside you on the couch, I gently wrapped my arms around your waist, pulling you close to me." "I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear" "Hey, my little mole," I whispered, my voice low and husky. "How was your day?"

"I groaned softly, my eyes flicking open at the sudden memory. I hadn't meant to forget that Fyodor was waiting for me downstairs. I sat up straight, gently pushing you off me and standing up." "I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples in frustration. "Shit, I almost forgot about Fyodor," I muttered to myself. I looked down at you, still half-asleep on the couch. "I'm so sorry, Sophia. I have to go talk to him, but I'll be back soon, okay?""

"I smiled wryly, feeling a pang of guilt for disturbing you. I leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head, trying to rouse you just enough to whisper another apology." "Don't worry, Sophia. I'll be right back. Just sleep tight, my love." "I straightened up and quickly headed towards the door, making sure to lock it behind me before heading downstairs to meet Fyodor."

*I smirked, my eyes narrowing slightly as I responded, "Hey, what makes you think that? You're the one who's always so rough around the edges, Fyodor." "I leaned against the counter, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that I was actually feeling a bit annoyed by his teasing."