𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 // 𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘋𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘙.⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀

in agreement with her, much to his dismay. “Been wearing my helmet too much I guess. I actually take very good care of these luscious locks.”.

“Well. Usually I’m the one who does the playing with— and pulling of hair.” The amount of force she exudes to turn him around earns her a raised eyebrow, but he’s not exactly surprised either. “Tsk.” A set of gruff digits runs though his own hair, finding himself . (+).

Olive-green eyes light up in surprise at the sudden questing. “My hair?” . It’s not particularly long, and his Super-barber does cost a fortune. But he suppose he doesn’t mind scooting forward so she can get to work—. Unless she wanted to do it facing him?.

back with a loud pop, a few strokes of the wrist send another couple strands flying across her face— his manhood still rock hard against her cheeks. “You took that so well, what a good girl”.

He’s bucking his hips— so desperate, so eager to make her swallow each and every single drop. But clearly he’s got a little more in store for her than she can take, the sight of his cum flowing out of her merely filling the enforcer with more delight. Pulling her head . (+).

into her rear, thick digits pushing deep into whatever hole they fell upon first as the other openly fondled her chest for all onlookers to see. She’d have to do her best to keep him satisfied as they walked, or she might end up becoming a public display for those 24 hours.

the machine to her feet, one muscular arm wrapping around her slender figure and pulling her in close. Really close. His girth pushed against her abdomen, still confined, but practically begging to be touched as he pulled them into a quick stride. One gloved hand dug . (+).

Bulging— twitching against its tight confines, weeks worth of neglect pent up in one massive package practically bursting at the seams for her. And use her he would. His quarters? Who knew if they’d even make it that far. A single finger, followed by a command beckoned. (+).

as the massive figure of an illuminate ship cut off sight of the nearest star— casting a massive shadow over their drifting vessel. “Guess this mission comes first, though.”.

How amusing. A single digit flicks the cylinder of his P-4 as it’s secured in its holster, a gloved hand wiping away some of the built up condensation on their bird. “You know ‘Tana, after we’re done here why don’t we go on a 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 of our own?” The enforcer mused,. (+).

RT @hxlldropper: || He’s not just horny, guys

As a self-proclaimed gourmand, Viper has many dishes he fancies. Some of his favorites are a good Freedom Flank steak, martyr Mac n’ cheese or imperial conquest pâté. For drinks you can never go wrong with a Truth Serum Neat.

His favorite colors are navy blue and bumblebee yellow— though he’s quite convinced that any color looks good on him.

Listens to music a lot, especially when he’s on duty or flying. Has a 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 playlist for those extra gruesome dissident disposal orders.

Has a ‘tipping point’ when he drinks—. Meaning he’ll come across as a heavyweight for a very long time before suddenly getting in the deep end.

Viper is all about results at the end of the day. He’ll show off whenever he can, but will absolutely fight dirty if the opportunity presents itself.

Before his eventual and inevitable detachment from his father, he was groomed for the political scene. Thoroughly. While he avoids it at all costs, his ‘training’ can become very evident if put under certain conditions and stress.

Yes he uses stims during. Yes they make it bigger.

While the PLAS-15 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 is standard issue for all Truth Enforcer officers, it rarely leaves Viper’s locker. Instead he prefers the P-4 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, both for its functionality and namesake.

take down a fat, slow Chatacabra. Especially hunters of less. Physical prowess.” The words practically rolled off his tongue, a mocking gaze cast her way making their intent very clear. “Oh sure I’ve been chewed out for conduct bullshit, but as long as I win they don’t care”.