midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

sweetheart, i own you (smut)

that title tho😃😃😃

ok

this is again

a pretty heavy smut

degradation, choking, blah blah blahghhhggghsjxjd

hot stuff

also kinda toxic but whatever

you're like lowkey his slut in this so 🙄

anywho

if you're kinda sensitive maybe skip thsi one?

but i know literally all of you reading this r horny bitches

i see

again, everything is consensual

and warning cursing

idk if i have to warn this

wattpad is removing smuts so there is only a short amount of time until this book is removed too (probably)

anywho i'm going to continue to write smut because webtoom cannot stop me 😡😡😡😡😡😡

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Becoming someone's dolly, hadn't ever been your first idea.

Until you met him.

Dark, unruly, cold hearted and as a whole, mean. He was the opposite of someone who could show any sort of compassion or empathy for anyone.

A multi-millionaire with people drinking up every one of his words. He controlled people for a living, quite literally. He was the walking meaning of 'dickhead'.

But here you were, curled up in his lap as he roared the heads of his henchmen.

How you two had met, was nothing of a fairytale;

*flashback**

This was exactly the 200th beer you'd served that night. To another, older greasy man.

You worked as a bartender on the side, to help pay off the rest of your college fees. It was horrible work, dealing with drunken men most of the time. But if it was going to pay the fees, you closed your lips and stuck at it.

"Another one here honey!" A crude voice called, followed after with loud laughter. You sighed, picking up another glass and filling it.

You walked to the men, placing the beer down. They were making comments, but as usual you ignored them. You lifted your eyes, hearing movement and noise coming from the entrance door.

A group of men were walking in, all very different from one another. The first was a banana wearing hot red lipstick, which you thought said enough. The next was a bald man, with the physique of a body builder.

The last, and the one that stuck with you most was the man with bold hands. He had dark hair, giving contrast to his pale skin. His eyes were a deep bronze colour, a long scar scratched down one eye. His body was slim, but toned. You could see the work under his plain white shirt.

He had a harsh look on his face, one that made people clear immediately out of his way. He was a good head taller then the rest of the men in the pub, and using it to intimidate them.