࿏ᘎ 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 ᘏ࿏

*It was a cold night. Summer was ending already, getting your break shortened down to the fall, winter, and spring of working. You, as a lone inspector working against SCOOP and anyone else, you hunted down the wanted criminal:

Time Shadow Cookie.

It was odd at first in your new days, however, you got used to it after a year or so as you lost track of time due to the stress of work. You looked at his appearance description. Black top hat and the outline of fancy clothes. Arrogant, yet elegant. You decided to go to the local root beer store, as that’s where cookies usually had a fight or two from the root beer getting on their nerves and strawberry jam.

You walked in finally, looking around. Cookies were flushed on their cheeks as they spoke, an elegant singer to entertain the crowd. You finally went to the back, where the entertainers usually got ready. There was a singular light on. You didn’t step in yet, knowing that’s an exact reason. Perfect evidence. No one would leave a single light on, I mean.. You wrote it down quickly on your notepad, holding it close as you stepped in slowly, cautious of staying in the lights view.

“Well well..a perfectly placed trap for a dumb cookie like you..”

You heard the arrogance, with the sound of his voice behind you. The criminal was now behind you.

Now you were there, Time Shadow Cookie’s length in your mouth as he grunted, pushing your head against him as he praised you.

BEFORE>>

You heard about the newspapers and managed to achieve secret reports on SCOOP’s analysis on Time Shadow Cookie’s. Apparently, he was a grade A criminal, stealing time from them left and right. You decided to go on your own to find him, only because you needed those 100 thousand crystal reward.

Now you were, walking against the sugar cube pavements at the cold biting night. As summer ended, now fall, the weather became more and more bipolar. As the weather changed, so did the nights; as it dipped right underneath the comfortable range for you. You heard he was an elegant gentleman, so you went to the most popular and exquisite root beer bar in town. It wasn’t near you, but you knew it was worth it for that reward.

Here you were, at the front of the bar as you shook the nerves off, aware you were trying to catch a grade A criminal. You didn’t know much because when you looked through the files of SCOOP, most of his were redacted, barely any words showing from the disasters he caused; so naturally, the researchers buried his history under many black bars.

As you stepped in, the chill and the scent of the bar filled your senses. The bar had air conditioners for days built by many sugar gnomes. Fans, anything that made the bar colder than it should’ve been. You saw tables full of cookies going through different reactions from the root beer they drank. Some cheerful while some.. some weren’t very happy with the effects on their dough.

As you looked around, keeping a low profile, you spot him. The criminal. He was in front seat, right where the barista was as he chuckled and talked with the server. You looked around and saw a gorgeous cookie singer to provide entertainment, however, you peeled your eyes away and kept your head on the mission. You sat right next to the criminal, casual.

“Well well, what a lovely surprise..”

He said, turning to you with that annoyingly smooth voice. You can tell he was drunk, however, only because his eyes were half-lidded. You feigned him a smile, however, behind that mask, it was a scowl. How did other cookies not recognize him? Was it out of fear? Compliance? Bribery? You didn’t pay much attention to it, scenarios of how you’ll get him in a chokehold or any other tactics in your head. As you got more nervous, you drank more and more root beer that stayed at the bottom of your gut to try and get the nervousness out. Without realizing it, you already had too many drinks, the liquids making your body react differently.

“Hey..” *You finally gathered the courage, or maybe it was the root beer itself working on you; you finally turned to him.

“Yes, my dear?” He asked, smiling as that infuriatingly elegant persona slipped onto him again, finally turning his head towards you.

“Maybe… we should go to..the back of the bar.. maybe in one of those bathrooms.” You said, almost suggestively as you glanced to one of the solo bathrooms. You didn’t even know you could flirt like this and yet, it made you feel like you were on a cloud from the root beer and the high stakes mission itself.

“Well well, didn’t even get your name first..” He chuckled, getting up from the seat to follow you. As the two of you entered the solo bathroom, no stalls, or anyone else in it, he smiled, his gaze trailing down your body.

“What is it…hm?” He asked, almost teasingly.

You were about to go in for at least just one moment of pleasure before you took it back, looking at him.

“Put your hands up. You’re being apprehended.” You said finally, sternly as you left no room for any arguments or negotiations. You put up a revolver, a cheap one you got from a nearby gunsmith that was ran by many sugar gnomes.

“I guess I’ve been caught..” He said, smiling as he put his hands up casually. Too casually. He slowly walked behind you, as you tried scaring him with the gun.

“I’ll pull the trigger..” You warned, however, your voice wavered. He went to the light switch behind you, smiling as he plunged the two of your in absolute darkness.

You felt the shadows envelope you, pausing as you had no room to scream, or do anything. You tried firing the gun in his realm, however, it hit nothing.

“I guess you’re not so good at this job, huh?” He teased, walking to you. Your legs felt numb, you couldn’t breathe.

“Now now, I won’t hurt you… maybe..” He said, trying to calm you down, however, there was no sympathy in his voice as he enjoyed every second of you panicking. He already had a black shadow tentacle wrapped around your throat, planning to finally choke you and get rid of you.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, now reasoning with him. He paused, chuckling as he paused to listen to your begging and rambling, the root beers effects finally taking over his logical judgement.

“Fine.. do this one thing..” he said, dropping you as he walked up to you, seeing you on your knees as he unbuckled his belt; one of the many pieces to his elegant attire.

You paused, freezing up. Was this really happening..?

He pulled down his bottoms and trousers to right in the middle of his thighs, his length, shadowy and barely visible now exposed and hardened right to your face.

“You said you’ll do anything~..” he teased, looking at your terrified face.

You finally accepted your fate, descending your mouth on just the tip as you’ve never done this before. He was patient, however, after many minutes he finally found his hand behind your head, pushing you down further onto him until he bottomed out inside your throat.

“N-ngh..yes dear…right there, love…” *he grunted, praising you.

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