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5 Man Train

-‘๑’- Summary: Being stalked by a curse is horrible, but a meeting with the top sorcerers in Tokyo makes is all the better…and I mean ALL THE BETTER.

ꕥ Pairing: Nanami x Toji x Choso x Gojo x Geto x shy!reader (Y/N)

✎ Note: In this AU everyone works at Tokyo Jujitsu High and Geto didn’t lose his mind.

・❥・Warning: sexual content (18+ ONLY), consent (consent is so fucking hot), size difference, bulging, train, orgy, v in p sex, deep throating, p in a sex, swallowing, anal sex, ass eating, dirty talking, mature language, chocking, edging, spanking, facial, domination kink, major creampie(s), multiple sex partners, oral sex (both), penetrative sex, double penetration (both holes), and triple penetration ( is that even a thing XD).

A/N: Y’all don’t interact with me in thr comments. I wanna know your opinions :(. I hope this lives up everyone’s expectations. Thank you in advance for reading!

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“FUCK! She’s so pretty. Look at the tits on her. Those perfect lips made just right for suckin’ a worthy dick.” Gojo shouts as he sees the picture of you on the meeting board. Toji and Choso nod their heads in agreement with their arms folded across their chest.

Toji whistles, “Her ass is perfect for backshots.”.

“While she is pretty, she may be in danger.” Geto speaks as he brings everyone’s attention back to the board.

“Moving on. We’ve received a report that this young lady is being stalked by a Special Grade Curse. We don’t have much information about this curse since it just appeared out of nowhere and we have no record of it from the past. Principal Yaga requested she come to us, so we can corner and contain the curse here. Completely cutting it off to the public. Good for us that we won’t have to put up a veil.”, Nanami goes over and he believes everyone will listen even though he knows they aren’t.

“Here you loud and clear, Specs”, comments Toji as he makes the report paper into an airplane and sends it flying across the room. Nanami rolls his eyes and take a seat. The group waited what seemed like forever for you to arrive. Some growing more impatient than others. Gojo and Geto didn’t help the time move faster as they started messing with Toji. They took his paper plane and flew it into his ear as he dozed off. The two pretended as if they did nothing leaving Choso to receive the punishment. The four men laugh as Nanami buries himself deeper into his newspaper eventually getting annoyed by the extra noise. Just as Nanami opened the door, a soft knock hit his chest. Everyone had taken notice and risen from their chairs to see why Nanami stopped in his tracks only to find you standing outside of the door. A teary eye woman with her hands clutching her purse tightly. Nanami dropped his newspaper quickly and embraced you into his warmth. He guided you into the room and sat you down at the head of the table. Kneeling beside you, he took your hand and told you everything was going to be okay. You squeezed his hand and tried to suck your tears back into your eyes. Choso felt bad for you and decided to bring you some tissues from the office closet. He lifted your chin with his index finger and wiped the tears from your eyes. The rest of the men gathered around you taking a seat at the table.

“Hey Doll, tell us what’s the matter?” Toji questions while taking your hand into his and stroking it lightly.

You find comfort in their actions and being to unload upon the men about your traumatic experiences with the curse. You explain to them that it feels like someone is watching you all the time. Your dreams haunted by certain visuals you weren’t comfortable with expressing. How your body gets hot at night and you wake up a sweaty mess. If you had been talking to anyone else they would write you off as crazy, but it seems like these men believe every word you said. No judgment insight. After you told them everything, the blonde haired man stood up, “Thank you for sharing that with us, Miss (Y/L/N). I believe we should all introduce ourselves to make this go by easier. I also think this will calm your nerves a little.”. You shy away in your seat lowering your head and tucking your hands in your lap, but nod in agreement.

“Great. I’m Nanami. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m Choso.”

“Hey baby I’m Gojo”

“I’m Geto. Nice to meet you beautiful.”

“And I’m Toji princess.”

You start to blush as the compliments didn’t go over your head. As a gesture of appreciation, you tilt your head thanking the men for helping you in advance. Some chuckles and smirks were given towards your reaction, but you didn’t mind. Suddenly your jolts at the familiar presence that just entered the room. Faster than a blink of an eye, the men readied themselves as the curse emerged. All at once they attacked the curse trying to exorcize it. Before any attack landed though, the curse just disappeared . The men looked at each other confused before glancing back at you. At that moment, it felt like a thousand bricks had lifted off your shoulders. Failing to understand your situation, you jumped in the air repeatedly overjoyed the curse was gone. The room started to heat up, but no one thought anything of it. Unbeknownst to you, the group of men eyed you as your prefect tits, juicy thighs, meaty ass jiggled as you bounced up and down. Choso has been hard as a rock since wiping your tears and the others are becoming semi-hard. Gojo even starts to palm himself through his pocket. Geto and Nanami coughs to gain your attention and try to recompose the others.

You calm your excitement down slightly embarrassed by your outburst. You walk towards the men and hug them individually. Some holding you close to their body and others holding you longer than expected. They try their hardest not to make their boners noticeable as you continue your onslaught of appreciation. “I really can’t express how grateful I am to you all. I’m so happy Mr. Yaga got me in touch with you guys. Please, if there’s anyway I can express my gratitude further let me know.”, with those words you turn away from the men and gather your belongings. Bending over to pick up your purse, the curve of your nice ass was outlined by your summer dress. Their minds started to race:

Geto: ‘God I want to fuck her so bad. Feel her draining me dry.’

Toji: ‘I want to see that plump ass bounce on my dick as I fuck her into submission.’

Gojo: ‘Fuck…just image my dick sliding in and out of that tight throat.’

Choso: ‘I bet her pussy is as beautiful as her’.

Nanami: ‘I hope her legs can touch her ears, I want to be as deep in that tight cunt as I can be’.

It was almost like they were thinking on the same wavelength. Quick glances start to make their ways between the men. Gojo and Geto raise an eyebrow and points their thumbs at you. When the others caught on, Gojo used his hand to form an ‘O” while Geto slide one of his fingers in and out of the hole mimicking sex. Chose and Toji nod in agreement while Nanami was still on the fence about it. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to make you cream on his dick just as much as everyone else, but he didn’t want to hurt you or take advantage of you. It wasn’t like they had normal sized cocks and you certainly didn’t give them the impression of being a pro at sex. Conflicted Nanami threw his hands up slightly. The attention leaves the silent conversation as they start to notice you heading towards the door. As you make your way to the door, a large body blocks your exit.

“Mr. Toji? Is…Is something wrong?.”, you clench your bag awaiting his response. He just looks you up and down and bites his lip seductively. A faint blush spreads across your face as you shy into yourself trying to block his view of you with your bag. He slowly puts his hand under your chin to raise it. His hot breath ghosts your ear as he says, “Calm down princess. I won’t hurt ya’. I just thought of a way you can show your gratitude to us.”. Nanami spoke up, “Toji! We shouldn’t push it. It’s highly inappropriate and unprofessional.”. You look around confused, but ask for clarification. “Um…we find you attractive and want to have sex with you…to show gratitude from both sides.”, Chose admits. Geto sighs loudly and Gojo laughs while they raise their hands and slap Choso’s back. Your heart starts to race as the words finally register in your head. Nanami grabs a chair for you and holds it while you sit in it.

You look up at the five men now towering you. Their frames big, bodies muscular, face handsome, and dicks big. REALLY BIG. Your blush grows wider and more visible. As your mind races, your body gets hotter and your pussy wetter. You shift your legs a little in the chair trying your best to hide your growing wetness. Geto kneels down before you and kisses your hand, “We won’t force you to do something you don’t want to. But it seems you’re becoming flustered from the thought of us same as we are of you. If this is something you want and something you can handle-…Please give us your consent”, they finish in unison. Your body is on fire. Heat spreads far and wide as your breath starts to become heavier. You take a moment to consider everything that was just laid out in front of you. You gather the remaining bit of your courage and give Geto a light peck on his cheek retreating into your hands after. He smirks a bit and Gojo raises your head, “You use words baby. We need to know for certain you can handle us.”.

“Yes…Sir. I-I can handle you all. I consent to all of you and everything you give me.”, you say as loud as you can slightly covering your face. Nanami smiles and kisses the top of your head. Choso teases him, “Your mood switched mighty fast Nanami” before giving you a kiss on the cheek. Toji lifts your head and steals a kiss from your lips, dragging his tongue along your bottom lip. Gojo pushes him off playfully and kisses your neck. Lastly, Geto returns your sweet peck with a kiss on your jawline. “Before we start…Are you a virgin?”, Nanami questions. “No Sir. I lost my virginity a few years ago. I haven’t been with anyone since then though…”, you admit while feeling slightly uncomfortable remembering your failed relationship. He hums in acceptance of your answer, “Understandable. I won’t ask any further about your personal life.”. You gave him a soft ‘thank you’ and a smile. “Now that the small talk is over. Your safe word is Rose baby. If things get too painful for you, say that word and we’ll all stop no matter what. You or any of us can back out of this at anytime. Got it?” Gojo explains as he palms his dick showing off just how mighty it is through his pants. Your mouth waters a little, but you nodded your head understanding every word.

With that Choso rolled your chair to the office table. He picks you up and sits you in the middle of the table. The men circle you as you sit on top of your knees. “Stripe.”, was the only words that left Geto and Gojo’s mouths. You slowly peel off your dress and the warm office room air hits you. ‘Was it always this hot in here?‘ You cover your breast with one hand and slipped the rest of your dress off with the other. You shut your legs tight preventing them from seeing your covered pussy. The men take time to admire every part of your body to the last curve. You hide your face as the embarrassment gets to you. “Don’t be shy princess. We’ll take real good care of you.” Toji says giving you sly smirk making you blush. “So who’s gonna go first?”, Toji questioned before loudly shouting ‘me’ over everyone else in the room. Tension starts to rise as the men silently compete over who will go first. You giggle softly at their actions. Toji smirks at you and gives you a swat on your ass. You yelp a small moan and hold your butt. The rest of the men laugh a little while Choso brings a pen to the table, “Here’s how we’ll decide. She’ll spin the pen and whoever it lands on gets her. So on and so fourth. Hopefully she’s not fucked too dumb by the end of it”. The men agree, but Nanami makes sure it’s okay with you as well. You tell him yes and spin the pen.

The pen spins wildly until it lands on Choso. “Really.” Gojo comments in an annoyed expression sticking his tongue out in a dramatic manner. Choso flashes him a sly smile and reaches his hand out to you. You slide off the table and on to his lap. He calls you pretty and takes your lips into his. The kiss feels so good and even better when his hands find their way to your meaty ass kneading it like dough. You both moan in unison in each other’s mouths as you grind on him. Breaking away for air, Choso tells you to turn around in his lap. When you do so, you’re met by big dicks being stroked by big hands. Drool leaves your mouth as the onlooking men bite their lips and tighten their grip on their dicks. Choso pinches your nipples through your bra causing you to moan. You blush hard and press your body into him as he massages your tits. “P-please Mr. Choso…Ahn…s-suck my nipples.”, you beg as his slow massaging turns torturous. He kisses your ear and unhooks your bra letting your plump breast drop. He plays with your nipples earning him a few more moans before he being to suck them. Taking his time going from the right to the left. Your moans grow louder as your legs start to squeeze together. “Mmm-Cho-ahhh…Chose…so-oh...Good-ah!”, you scream out as his other hand snakes down into your panties and rub circles on your clit. Your needy pussy chases his fingers as your free hand grabs his hair giving it a soft tug. He moans around your nipple sending vibrations through your body. “Seems like she found his dirty secret”, laughs Geto. Choso picks up his speed bring you close to the edge, “I’m….ahh oh god….’m so close!”. He stops his fingers suddenly and he kisses down your neck.

You whimper from the loss of his thick fingers. “Get up here baby.”, he pats the table and you climb on top. He helps you face the others and tells you to arch your back. You can hear the stroking become louder as your pussy becomes on display more. Choso gives your ass a nice slap making your pussy clench around nothing. “Damn-fu-ahh. That pussy is so pretty and needy.” Gojo breathes out heavily as he strokes his dick squeezing it at the base. Choso rubs your clit again, “Want me to eat this needy pussy baby?”. You nod your head and spread your legs further eager for his tongue on your sweet sweet cunt. Choso laughs and blows his breath on your exposed heat. You flinch a little as his tongue starts to eat you out. You grab at the table moaning his name loudly. Wet sounds fill the room as he laps at your wetness, sucking at your clit and sticking his tongue in your pussy hole. You give a deep moan as he slides one finger into your pussy and starts to pumps slowly. “How you feeling? Let Mr. Choso know.”, he says as he fingers your tight pussy faster and eats you out. Your mind goes blank as the orgasm hits you. Cum drips from your hole onto Choso’s chin as you shut your legs tight holding his face hostage between your thighs. After riding out your high on his face, you lay down fully, twitching form the shock. “You okay?”, he asks with a worried expression on his face. You give him a thumbs up and spread your legs again for everyone to see your pussy. Choso smacks your ass and kisses the spot he made contact with.

“Guess you can say she enjoyed it.” laughed Nanami as he slowly strokes his cock while Choso wiped his mouth and uses your juices to stroke his long cock. He runs his hand up your legs and kisses you. You chase after his lips, but he cuts you off and hands you the pin. “Spin it, princess.” Toji says to you as he captures your lips next. The pen spins and lands between Geto and Gojo. You reach for the pen again, but Nanami stops you. You look at him and then Gojo and Geto.“Want to share your turn?” Geto asks as he stands with his cock pointing straight out. “You know I don’t mind sharing with you” Gojo replies with his curved dick jumping a little. “Come Here (Y/N).”. You get on your hands and knees and crawl towards them. They lift your head and kiss your cheeks. You giggle and kiss them back. Gojo strokes your cheek and takes your hand and wrap it around Geto’s dick. Geto moans softly in pleasure. “See baby. Stroke him just like that and make sure to squeeze his tip a little.’, he says as he teaches you how to pleasure Geto. He spits in your hand and helps you stroke Geto off.

“Dammit Satoru…mmm-ughh.”, he chokes out moans. Gojo kisses you passionately as you stroke Geto off. “Now do try to suck him off.”, Gojo tells while you massage Geto's loaded balls. His moans fill the room. Gojo holds your hair back and you slowly take Geto’s cock in your mouth. “Fu-fuck so warm and tight.”, he says as he places his hand on the back on your head helping you swallow all of what you can of his dick. After a few pumps, he starts to fuck into your mouth. Gawking noises hits everyone’s ears as they watch the slobber run down your chin as his balls slap against your face. Gojo laughs as Geto’s grip on your hair becomes tighter and pulls himself out of your mouth. “Think you can deep throat me sweetheart?”, he asks permission. “Yes Sir.”, you say as you open your mouth for him. He whistles at your actions while putting his massive dick back into your throat. He instructs Gojo to hold you still as he takes your mouth. What started as slow strokes quickly turned into quick deep thrust into your throat. He grunts and groans as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fuck! You better not drop a single sperm out of this pretty little mouth. You here me (Y/N)!”, Geto warns as one of his hands makes it to your throat to hold you further in place while you moan on his tip. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’-I’m cum-mmmffp!”, Geto shoots thick ropes of cum into your throat as you try your best to swallow everything.

Geto kisses your cum stained lips, ‘Good job pretty.”. He helps Gojo flip you over. Your head next to Gojo’s cock while your pussy is in his face. You take his dick into your mouth too quickly and gag yourself squirting a little on his chest. Geto helps you readjust and you thank him. You try again at suckin him off while Geto starts to drag his tongue on your asshole. “Hurry up and take me all the way baby.”, he slaps your pussy for a little encouragement. “Mmm-Mr. Sa-Toru!”, you moan out as the slap stings a little, but the pain slowly turns to pleasure. You suck and stroke his dick as Geto holds your hair for you. Gojo fingers, and eats your pretty cunt out and you moan on his dick in return. The vibrations causes his hips to buck in your mouth. He bites his lip in satisfaction, “Yes baby..suck that big dick and drain my balls.”. He picks up his speed and bucks harder into your mouth. Geto holds your body up a little and moves in closer. Gojo catches on and helps him support you as Geto starts eating your juicy ass again while Gojo eats your pussy. You bob your head his dick and taking it out your mouth occasionally suck on his balls while you stroke his tip. You become overwhelmed from all the pleasure as that familiar knot forms again. The duo bully your ass and pussy while they play with your clit and ass with their fingers. “Cum…shi-shit…Pretty cum for me!”, Gojo shouts holding your head down to bottom out in your throat. He releases his cum which flows back down his cock as you cream on his face getting some on Geto. They flip you over and sit you on the table again. “You’re so fuckin hot sweetheart.”, they say in unison as you all take a break to regain yourselves. After making sure you can continue, the pen is placed in your hands yet again.

You look at Toji and Nanami as you spin the pin, still a bit dazed from being upside down. The pin stop on Nanami and Toji snatches it, “Fuckin’ useless shit! Saving me for last!”. He throws the pen to the ground and it scares you a little. His dick twitches as he regains control of himself. Toji smiles at you while rubbing your cheek and tells you it’s fine just a little overreaction. You smile back at him and kiss the inside of his hand. “Aren’t you a sweet girl.”, Nanami teases as he drops his pants fully and loosens his tie. He holds his hand out and you take his thumb into your mouth sucking on it. “You sure you want to get me started sweetheart? I can be a bit mean.”, he growls in your ear. The other men laugh as they continue to stroke themselves. You smile at him spreading your legs for him to see your dripping cunt. He smirks at you and tells stand in the center of the table. Nanami joins you on the table and lays on his back, motioning for you to straddle him. You do as your told and as a reward Nanami gives your pussy a few slaps with his cockhead. You try to close your legs, but he opens them wide and stares at your pussy. “God she’s beautiful.”, he says as he picks you up and hovers you over his face giving your pretty pussy lips a kiss before returning you to your previous spot. Nanami asks you to raise your hips a little as he lines himself up with your entrance. You hesitate a bit looking at his massive dick. He notices your expression, “You want to stop?”. You shake your head, “N-no…I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never had a dick this big before”. The room roars in laughter as Nanami sits up to kiss your face, “I’ll take it slow, so you can adjust to my size. When you get comfortable and ready for me to pound your pussy let me know.”. Your facial expression changes to one of relief as you raise your hips over him again.

“No wonder that cunt is so needy. You’ve never had any real dick before.”, Gojo says making the men and you laugh. Nanami holds the meat of your thigh with one had as he uses his other hand to keep his dick steady as it slowly stretches your tight pussy. Even with the prep, you struggle to take his cock. A tear rolls down your face as he bottoms out in you. Nanami grabs you and holds you close to his chest. The others watch as your pussy is stretched by his cock. Nanami wipes your tears and comforts you as you adjust to his size. After a minute or two, you tap his shoulders gaining his full attention. “Ready for me to move baby?”, he questions to which you nod your head. He slow strokes you trying his best to make your pain turn to pleasure. Once it does, he picks up his speed and your pussy clings to his dick, “Mm-fuck baby…clenching me so fuckin’ good.”. You throw your head back in pleasure as he holds your hips and abuse your cunt. “T-ah…thank you…Mr. Na-ahhh ah ah….Nana-mi!.”. He starts to slow his thrust down as he feels your organism approaching. You whimper placing your hands on his chest and looking at him with needy eyes. He puts his hand in your hair and pulls it, “If you want to cum, ride this dick until you cum all over me.”. Your heart thumps at his words as you slowly get on your toes using his body to support yourself. When you start to move your hips, the sound of your wet pussy could be through the room along with grunting and groaning. Your pussy gets wetter from all the sounds and eyes being on you. Chose sucks his teeth, “Damn I should’ve fucked her first.”. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck her enough for you, him, and him.”, Toji smirks as he points at Choso, Geto, and Gojo while they scoff at him.

Nanami starts to moan as his grip on your hair and waist grows tighter. As you ride him, he ruts his hips up to fuck you back. “Yes baby…mphf-fuck yeah…give me at orgasm. Give me that fuckin’ orgasm!”. His thrust became more violent and you start to fall apart on his dick clawing at his chest. Tits bouncing in the air as you pause your movements to let him fuck you, “I’m going to fill this pussy so-mmmf…so good (y/n).”. The others move in closer as they suck at your neck and nipples while your cunt is being pounded by Nanami’s fat cock. “I’m…cu-ah…cumming…”, your voice trails off as you cum and squirt wetting Nanami. He wets everyone else by fucking you through your orgasm, releasing his seed in your tight cunt. Once you calmed down, Nanami lifts you up as everyone watches his cum drip out your pussy, biting their lips at the lovely site.

You look over at Toji who holds his hands out for you. Nanami passes you off to Toji and he kisses you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan in his when he smacks your ass. “Turn around fa’ me princess…and arch your back fa’ me.”, he instructs you as he stokes his dick. You turn around and wiggle your sexy ass at him before arching. Toji smirks and places a kiss on your back before putting his hand on your waist. You look back at him and hold onto his arm as he lines himself up and slowly enters your hole pushing Nanami’s cum out. Your pussy tightens and you moan out as he continues to enter you. “Don’t fight me doll. Let me in that sweet pussy.”, Toji says causing your face to heat up. You relax a bit and he takes the opportunity to shove the rest on himself in causing you to say his name loudly. He pushes done on your back and starts to fuck you. His thrust are so strong and fast, your ass and tits bounce in response. You dig your fingers into the table and try to move your body away from him a little. The pleasure is too intense and tears start falling down your face. The others smirk at you while encouraging you to take him. Toji’s thrust suddenly stops as he finds himself chasing your pussy with his last thrust.

He grabs you by the hair and pulls you up into his chest, “Stop fuckin’ runnin’ before I hold you down and make you take me. I’m not as merciful as Nanami.”. Your pussy flutters as you soak in his words. “I’m…I’m sorry Mr. Toji…I’ll behave.”, you apologize as your pussy grows wetter. He slaps your tits and pussy before letting go of your hair. You try to go back down into position, but Toji stops you, “You lost that privilege sweetheart.”. He shoves his dick back in you and hold you to his chest. The others watch in awe as his dick bulges in you. Nanami and the others press on the spot making you and Toji throw your heads back in pleasure. “Why didn’t you let us see the bulge you made in her?”, Geto questions Nanami as Gojo wonders as well. “I wanted to be selfish.”, Nanami admitted with no shame. Everyone laughs and calls Nanami a cold bastard.

Toji kisses your neck and holds your tits in his hands, “Fuck yourself on me. Do a good job and I’ll reward you by makin’ your ass see stars.”. He gives you a good thrust to signal you to start. You move your hips on him as best as you could. Your ass slaps against his pelvis as your pussy tries to swallow him whole. Your tongue rolls out of your mouth as your back arches loving the way his dick curves up and hit your spot every time. “I think she deserves some strokes. Don’t you?”, Choso suggest to Toji. He smiles and moves his hands to your throat and clit. He rubs circles on your clit and chokes you as he fucks into you hard. “Toji! Toji! Ahh! Ahhh!”, you scream his name as he bruises your cunt. “I’m right here babygirl. Let me kiss that cervix with my tip.”, Toji says as he somehow manages to fuck you deeper. Precum starts to form on the others dicks as they watch your pussy get slaughtered. “You wanted him to beat your pussy up baby.”, Gojo teases as he wipes your tears. Geto chimes in, “Aww is Mr. Toji bullying that sweet girl’s cunt?”. You moan out again and you claw at his arms. Your completely under his control right now and you love it. You love being used by these men. You love they way they abuse your cunt and make it their own. “Please. Can. I. Cum. Mr.-ah…TOJI!”, you moan out with each thrust he gives you. He bites into your neck and continues to fuck you, but you notice his thrust are becoming slow and random like Gojo and Nanami did. You clench your pussy in an attempt to make him cum first which makes him slap your cunt in response. He bends your body down some and lock his arms into yours, still fucking the shit out of your cunt. You start to lose breath as he digs into your guts so rough, but lovingly. “I’ll let you cum only beca-ahh fuck…I wanna’ stuff this pretty begging cunt…mmfu-full right now…”, Toji says through grunts as he starts to fill you up unable to hold back anymore. Everyone watches as they see Toji’s dick twitch inside of you shooting out his hot sticky load. As you feel the hot seed spread in your cunt, your orgasm sends you over the edge. Your body starts to slump down and everyone reaches out to catch you. Nanami grabs a water bottle as Choso holds your head up to drink. “Fuck. My bad princess…I put too much stress on you.”, Toji apologizes as the others provide you with comfort. You lay there for a minute while everyone else starts to pull up their pants.

You jump up, “R-Rose!”. All eyes snap towards you. You muster up all your courage and get on your knees on the table, “Please don’t…don’t go just yet.”. Tears start to form in your eyes, “…you didn’t even let me take you all at once…”. Your head jolts up at the sound of pants dropping simultaneously.

Geto: “You”

Gojo: “want”

Choso: “us”

Toji: “all”

Nanami: “at once?”

You laugh at their shocked faces and they grin at you. They gather around the table again as you sit in the middle. They discuss amongst themselves how it was going to go. Gojo and Geto call your ass while Nanami and Choso wanted your pussy. That tight loving throat of yours was claimed by Toji. Before they started to position themselves, they asked you one last time if this was okay. You reassured them as Choso and Nanami helped you stand. Gojo and Geto overlap their legs and push their cocks together while everyone spit on their cocks to act as lube for your ass. The other three helped lower you down as you hissed in pain from the stretch. They moan as they bottom out in you giving you time to adjust. After making sure you could keep going, Geto and Gojo supported your back as Nanami and Choso slid in your cunt stretching it wide. You all moaned in unison as they went as deep as they could. Toji stands on the table and taps your lips with his cock. You opened your mouth and took him in slowly as the rest start to move their dicks in you. Your face contorts in an uncomfortable expression as the pain overpowers the pleasure. Toji notices and stops everyone, “Either find a rhythm or fuck off. You’re hurting her.”. They all apologize and you tell them its okay before taking Toji’s nuts into your mouth gurgling on them.

Geto starts moving as with Choso. As they move out, Nanami and Gojo move in keeping your pussy and ass full. They work together to rise your body a bit, so Gojo and Geto can fuck into you properly without disturbing Choso and Nanami too much. They fuck into you slow using your moans as confirmation to move faster. “Open wide babygirl. Try your best to deep throat me.”, Toji says as he pushes your head down his dick. It’s almost suffocating and your eyes roll back once again in pleasure. Your pussy and ass clench causing the rest to moan out. Toji pulls out and everyone watches the spit from the back of your throat connects your mouth to his tip. Toji licks his lips, “I love that shit.”. He fucks into your throat as the others start fucking you mercilessly. The knot in your core builds rapidly and you start to call out , “Nanami! Choso! Toji! Geto! Gojo!”. Toji shoves his dick back in your mouth as your become a moaning mess on his tip. The others either dig their fingers into your body, pitch your nipples, rub your clit, and slap your ass as they rutted into you. Geto grunts as Gojo slaps your ass again, “Who…ahhh…ah-ass for? Who does this ass belong to?”. “Gojo and Geto! Ahhh yes…My ass belong to Gojo and Geto!”, you scream out as Nanami and Choso fuck you deeper hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Choso chokes out between moans, “ah-shit…and this tight pussy-“. Nanami joins him, “who does this pussy belong to baby…ohh-shit!”. Once again you scream their names as you can feel your core tightening ready to release any second now. Toji grabs your face and forces you to look at him, “Who does theses pretty lips belong to?”. You kiss his cock up and down before leaving a sloppy kiss on his tip, “My lips and mouth belong to you Mr. Toji”. You hold eye contact with him as he as you one last question, “Your body? Who owns it?”. You look at everyone and throw you head back as your powerful orgasm washes over you, “M-my body belongs to you all!”.

Toji holds your head up as you ride your high out. “D-don’t…s-stop…fu-fucking me…”, you beg them as your begging turns into babbles. You’ve been fucked dumb and the men fucking you are enjoying it as they can feel their balls swell with cum. Toji gently taps your cheeks and you open your mouth for him with dazed eyes. “Fuck! I…can’t hold on any..longer-ahhhhhh”, Chose moans as he creampies you. Gojo hisses and pumps his load into with Geto following right after him. Nanami is next to cum in you as his cum pushes out Choso causing a sticky white waterfall to run down your pussy. Toji fucks into your sloppy throat, “Swallow my cum like the good girl I know you are.”, he says between heavy breaths. Toji holds your head still as he starts to shoot his cum into the back of your throat. You try to swallow around him as he cums causing him to moan your name. After draining his nuts into your throat, he pulls out and you lick your lips gathering the rest of the cum and swallowing it as well. Everyone pulls out of you and give you time to rest before they hear a screech from the other side of the room. The curse has remerged, but this time it exploded.

The room became normal temperature again and Gojo speaks up, “So that’s why the room was so hot. The curse was still here.”.

Geto chimes in, “The curse was more than likely sex based.”.

Toji speak next, “She did say it’s been a while since she was laid.”.

“Yeah.”, Choso agreed.

“Well at least it’s gone now.”, Nanami adds before turning his attention back to you as you hold onto him. You burst out in laughter from how silly the situation was. All that trauma just because you didn’t get dick in a while. The others laugh with you and started cleaning up the office room. They came back to the table to clean you up as your legs were too fucked out to work properly. Once everyone was clothed, they all gave you their personal business cards and informed you to call them in case the ‘curse’ returned. You kiss them all understanding what they meant and Geto picks you up bridal style. As you and the others open the door, your met by Principle Yaga.

“Did they exorcise your curse?”, Yaga asked.

“Yeah…they exorcised it real well.”, you say a little embarrassed hiding your face in Geto’s neck. Everyone else laughs again before you all exit the room leaving Yagi confused.

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A/N: Up next “Disciplinary Actions” boss!Sir Crocodile x worker!Reader…

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sunsetsimon · 2 months

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not smutty but, what do you think the boys love languages are?

(sorry if you already answered this)

also, love your blog and so relieved to hear that you’re okay🩷🩷

thank you so much darling <3

johnny's love language is physical touch. he feels most connected to you when he's able to cuddle, hug, and hold you. deployments become harder the longer you're together as he doesn't want to be gone as long. phone calls and letters matter to him greatly of course, but all he can think about is having you back in his arms.

some of his favorite things to do are giving you massages, showering/bathing together, cuddling, and holding hands. he's always sneaking his hand under the table to grab yours, pulling it to rest on his thigh so he can play with your fingers. lightly rubbing each knuckle, his soft touch tickles you, a silent way for him to say "i love you".

his favorite place for you to touch him is on the back of his neck.

simon's love language is quality time. all he wants to do is be around you, even if there's no talking involved. having your presence calms him and makes him feel complete. you constantly catch him staring at you, his eyes following you every time you move around the room as if he'd miss something. don't even think about being slick about something, simon will see it!

his favorite part of the day is winding down in bed with you, reading his book while you lay beside him, searching for a show to watch on the tv. if you're going out to do something, he automatically assumes that he'll be going with you. what do you mean you're going to the store without him? :( of course he still gives you your space, but if you ask him, he'll say he doesn't need any.

si is clingy in his own little ways <3

kyle's love language is words of affirmation. he loves to talk to you, sharing new thoughts and facts with each other constantly. he’s listening of course, keeping every word locked in a special corner of his mind, dedicated for you. but he can’t help but get distracted by your beauty. those lips that he loves to kiss so much, your facial expressions that he loves to read, your gestures that he loves to watch, kyle is so smitten.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says randomly, after you’ve just spent the last few minutes explaining the book you’ve been reading. it takes you aback, blinking at him until you realize what he’d said.

“thank you,” you blush, completely forgetting what you’d just been saying. his gaze suddenly feels intense, the love radiating off of his body and filling the room.

“c’mere and give me a kiss.”

john's love language is acts of service. no matter how much you beg him to relax, he feels the constant need to be doing something. and what better to stay busy with than doing everything for his partner? if he knows that it’ll take you energy to do it, he’s making sure it gets done before you can even think about it!

keeping the bills in order, cleaning, cooking dinner, grocery shopping, you name it - john’s on it. he doesn’t particularly enjoy doing mundane life things, but he feels fulfilled when he’s able to take care of you in more ways than just financially.

you have to beg him to just relax with you, to order take out and cuddle while watching random movies all night. of course he can’t resist you though, anything to make his partner happy :)

könig's love language is physical touch! he's not one for PDA, but he will rest his hand at the small of your back just to guide you and keep you close. good luck escaping him at home though, because he'll find any excuse to touch you!

back hugs, gripping your thigh, washing you in the shower, he wants it all. könig is huge, about twice the size of most humans, so he uses this to his advantage to trap you in bed with him. his body pins you to the mattress, forcing you to submit to his nonstop cuddles.

“where are you trying to go? everything you need is right here,” he says, pointing to himself as you squirm underneath him.

“the restroom isn’t! so let me go pee!”

#these are so bad um #grossing myself out #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #könig x reader #john price x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader

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totaly-obsessed · 7 months

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Family away from Home

Barca femení x reader request

-> Ingrid's little sister spends the Summer holidays with her and gets into trouble, leaving the whole team worried

-> Warning: talk of rape, drugs, and stalking - do not take this lightly

-> For this request, I hope you like it!

➳ Masterlist

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Eight weeks of pure free time, a blessing – especially when your sister lives in Spain and you can stay there for free. Ingrid lives in a nice apartment in the middle of Barcelona, together with her girlfriend Maria and two cats. It was a nice surprise when she asked you if you would like to spend the summer with them – of course, you said yes. Who wouldn’t?

Mapi was nice, very nice and while there was a language barrier and situations were hard sometimes, everyone did their best to get around it. You learned Spanish in school, but it was very different from actual Spanish, especially in Barcelona where many people speak Català.

The two footballers had early training sessions but usually, you all had breakfast together, or at least for the last ten days that you had been there. Today, however, you were nowhere to be found, and Ingrid was panicking.

You had gone out last night, which she knew, but you had not returned and now it was eight in the morning. She called and called you, made Maria call you, and even tracked your location, which was still at the club.

No ten minutes later she was pulling you out of the dark environment by your hair. It’s not like she didn’t try pulling you by your arms but your body was much too sweaty and she kept slipping.

The brunette didn’t even talk to you on the way home, just depositing you in the backseat. It was Maria who took care of you at home, guiding you to the shower and pulling out an outfit for you, thankfully with sunglasses.

Half an hour later Mapi pulled into the training grounds, helping you out of the car while Ingrid stormed ahead. As thankful that she was, that you were okay, she was pissed. You had promised her that you would be back at least by three in the morning, you had promised her that you would take care of yourself and be watchful – which you obviously had not been.

At some point during the night, you noticed that everything was a little hazier, and disoriented and you completely forgot where you were.

Your drink had been spiked.

Terrified of seeing Ingrid like this – or rather her seeing you like this, you had decided to stay there, in the hope that she would be gone once you headed home. But when your sister had seen your dilated pupils and wonky behavior, she knew that you were not ‘just’ drunk. She was so pissed that you took drugs, putting that toxic stuff into your body, that she did not even question if you wanted it.

Her angry stomping was interrupted once she ran into Keira, Lucy, and Ona who stood in the hallway chatting. “Jeez, what happened to you?” The heavy Spanish accent teased the Norwegian just enough to give an answer. “My sister happened to me.” Just at that moment, Mapi dragged you around the corner – a cap pulled deep into your face, together with sunglasses effectively hiding it.

The three footballers quickly understood the situation, huge grins on their faces, thinking you were drunk of your ass.

In the changing room, Maria dropped you in your sister’s cubby, who immediately sat down next to the blonde in hers. Upon seeing the taller woman’s facial impression most people just ignored your presence, going about their day as usual but it was Frido who approached you first. “Lille Ingrid!“

You were pulled into a tight hug, the blonde footballer having missed you – effectively ignoring the pained expression on your face. “Hi, Frido.” Kisses were pressed on your cheeks as she pulled off the sunglasses.

Both of you winced. You because of the bright light, Frido because of your wide eyes. “Hva har du gjort? Ingrid is pretty mad.“ You pushed her hands away, pulling the glasses back on, trying to hide once you saw Pina and Patri curiously looking at you. “I didn’t do anything Frido, I promise. But Inni is mad at me.” Your voice was low, just above a whisper that the Swede could understand you. With soft coos and head pats she went back to her own cubby.

The girls started to walk out the door, ready to hit the pitch. This time it was your sister who pulled you up, pushing an isotonic drink into your hands. Maria had been fine with letting you sleep in the changing room but Ingrid decided to punish you – sitting you down next to the field, in the early heat. It was unbearable to sit there – the sun burning down on you, the shrill sounds of the whistle annoying your forming headache.

It was Lucy who was sent off to take a break because of her knee, and Alexia who still struggled with her ACL, who took a seat on both sides of you.

¡Hola, nena! The captain pressed a series of soft kisses on the top of your head, pulling you into her body. While she was even warmer, she shielded your body from the sun – and she was very comforting to your upset head. “How’s your hangover?” Lucy’s teasing voice was quieter than usual, going easy on you. “Hasn’t even formed yet.” The two older women shared a look over the top of your head, knowing that did not mean anything good.

It was silent for a good couple of minutes, with everyone watching Claudia score a screamer – the two women at your side cheering.

Ana joined you after a bit, sinking in front of you effectively barricading your view of the pitch as she pulled the glasses off again. “Ai! Did you take drugs?” Her voice was shockingly loud, alarming everyone in your vicinity but especially Lucy and Alexia, as their heads snapped to you.

The Spaniard grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as she observed your eyes – the Brit copying her shortly after. “Do you know how dangerous drugs are? You are ruining your body!” Alexia was rambling in Spanish and Ana just looked disappointed. Her blue eyes were drilling into your soul, there was something wrong and she knew it. She just didn’t know what it was.

The whole situation was uncomfortable – three women who you respected a lot talking about you, talking at you, about how bad what you did was. “I didn’t take them.”

Silence.

It was finally silent, giving your buzzing head a short break.

The other girls were still on the pitch, blissfully unaware, but you could see Ingrid and Mapi eyeing your little circle. “What do you mean you didn’t take them?” Lucy was the first to find her words, but it was Ana’s pleading eyes that made you spit it out. “Someone put something in my drink. I didn’t take anything. I promise.” Alexia’s eyes teared up, hoping that she misunderstood. But upon repeating yourself the blonde understood that she heard you correctly.

You pleaded with them that they would not tell your sister or her girlfriend, and they agreed – under the condition that you would join them at team night that evening – which you agreed to.

The rest of the day was hard. Ingrid ignored you for most of it. While her teammates had begged you to let them tell her, you refused. You didn’t want your sister to worry even more than she already did. Her heavily tattooed girlfriend however made you food, something to drink and brought you to bed – in the hope that you would feel better when you woke up, or at least be sober.

Your head still hurts after waking up, a hangover having taken the place of your previous drunken state. After some food, an Advil, and a nice long shower you felt much better – dressed to impress and ready to go.

The team bonding for the night was cooking together at Alexia’s place, seeing as her kitchen was the biggest. Upon arriving Ingrid sat you down on the couch where you were quickly joined by Claudia, Patri, Jana, and Bruna, the younger ones on the team. They didn’t even question why you were at their training in the morning, just happy that you were with them again as they had last seen you for a spring vacation in Greece. It didn’t take long until you were filled in on all the newest gossip;

Jana’s girlfriend Jill is a very good partner

The girl Patri got with a couple of weeks ago became clingy, she panicked and told her she was married, which she wasn’t and a quick Google search proved that

Bruna’s brother had gotten a girl pregnant, so now they were getting married with the young brunette as a bridesmaid

Alexia and her girlfriend had broken up and it was messy

And apparently, not even Lucy, Keira, and Ona knew what was happening with them.

It was Sandra who called them over to help prepare the food but you and Claudia were sent away again, not trusted with the sharp knives, so you took your previous places on the couch. “How long are you staying with Ingrid?” The two of you fell into a comfortable chatter, the short brunette taking up her favorite place with her head in your lap as you braided her hair.

The kitchen was noisy as they made food, just a few people were scattered throughout the room. A phone started ringing - yours. The number in the display was unknown to you, so you pressed the red button.

Just a few seconds later it started to ring again – declined again.

After that Pina and you talked for a bit, your eyes falling to the phone from time to time until it rang again. Annoyed you answered with a pissed “Hello?” The silence on the other line was disturbing until you heard a creepy chuckle. “Hello?” Claudia watched the interaction as your brows furrowed, and so did the brunettes. “Don’t you remember me?”

Your heart started to beat incredibly fast and loud. Sure, you hadn’t actually fallen asleep from the drug that spiked your drink but there was still severe memory loss from the night. “I thought you liked my drink. I made it just for you.” His voice was just a whisper that reached your brain in a very uncomfortable place. “Who is this?” The chuckle was back and instead of an answer, your phone dinged – a message from the same unknown number that was talking to you.

The Spaniard on your lap watched as you took the phone away from your ear, opening the message. It was a picture of you. And it was taken at the bar from last night.

In it, you were sitting on a guy's lap but your pupils were blown large, a stare that didn’t reach anybody facing the camera, as his ankles crossed yours keeping you in place, as did the hands whose knuckles turned white as they were holding onto your wrists. “Don’t you like this picture? You were so happy when we took it.”

By now the other youngsters were back, leaning over the couch, watching you. Once Bruna understood what was happening, she ran off, just to return with the rest of the team – forget cooking.

Ingrid practically sprinted at you as she took the phone, throwing it to her girlfriend who took a screenshot of the number and yelled down the line. Your sister took your shaking form in her arms as Alexia went to help Mapi with whatever she was doing.

Once you had calmed down a silence filled the room, a silence that was waiting for you to explain. “I didn’t take any drugs last night, my drink was spiked. And apparently, some things happened that I don’t remember. I- I don’t know how he got my number, and I don’t remember doing anything with him. And, and-“

You were crying, burying your face in Ingrid's thick hair, trying to hide from the world. Frido and Caro tried to calm down your sister who was also crying while Lucy pulled you into her own arms.

The whole team was there for you – and now they knew that you hadn’t voluntarily taken drugs. They also knew what a blackout could mean, especially when the guy had your number and pictures like that.

It was Ale, the trusted captain who voiced the next step. “Let’s get you to a hospital, Nena. Get a rape kit done.” Tears were streaming down your face as Claudia and Patri tried to hand you tissue after tissue. “I’m scared.” Ingrid, who felt so incredibly guilty for treating you the way that she did, not even questioning you if you really had taken drugs, took you in her arms. “I know, baby – but you have us, you’ll never be alone again.”

And she was right, you were not alone.

Ingrid, Fridolina, and Ana accompanied you to the hospital, where you got tested. It was positive, but you were not pregnant or had syphilis but you had definitely been taken advantage of. The good news? There was a DNA sample that you could take to the police, along with the picture of you and the guy, the number you were called from, and a drug test positive for Rohypnol.

Maria, Lucy, and Alexia went into the station with you and held you as you cried when retelling what happened, but the rest of the team was waiting outside – hoping that they could find the guy who did this.

Turns out that they could.

Two weeks later you had gotten the notification that they had caught him with Rohypnol on his body and pictures of you on his phone – it was over.

The whole team of Barcelona Femení took you under their wings you spent training with them, went out on team nights with them, and went on little hangouts with some of them.

You had found a second family – away from home.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #alexia putellas x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi león x reader #barca femeni x reader #barca femeni #lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #ingrid engen x reader #fridolina rolfö x reader #claudia pina x reader #pina x reader

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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

> fluff, dashes of angst / wc: 4k

> warnings: mention of blood bc oc gets scratched :( + is ready to throw hands at jk’s ex and then cries lol, taehyung cameo and mentions of yeontan :P + a line of jk reminds me of the orpheus drabble <3

note: last one for a while as i take a rest from writing and process jimin’s album <3 reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! it goes a long way :]

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“jungkook, you’ve been in there for an hour! answer your phone!”

you click your tongue in annoyance, bouncing your thighs up and down as you fiddle with the controller and collect your kills with reckless tenacity. the ringing of the third phone call he’s receiving in the past ten minutes is overpowering the volume of the game, which you turned all the way down just enough so that you can faintly yet clearly hear it. well, right now, you can’t anymore. again.

“baby, you’re home?!” jungkook yells in surprise, and you spare him a glance.

half of his naked torso is peeking out of the bathroom door, and he looks like a maltese puppy who heedlessly jumped into a swimming pool, hair still dripping wet and pure excitement painted all over his face.

“who’s calling anyway? you can answer it for me!“

“can’t. i’m playing call of duty.”

“you’re what?!” he exclaims, but his voice enters your ear then escapes from the other as you remain deeply absorbed in the game. he disappears for a minute before emerging from the bathroom, half-naked with a striped white and khaki towel wrapped around his waist down to his knees.

you’re situated on the floor with your back leaning on the couch. he stands beside you with his hands on his waist, watching the television screen in sheer curiosity, which then morphs into astonishment. “wow, you’re actually playing it… i haven’t seen you touch your controller in months. but why are you sudden- yah! what is this? how are you doing so good?!”

the phone lying on the center table lights up once more. the incessant noise is seriously getting into your nerves and you’ve had enough of it, gritting your teeth as you snap. “i’m begging you. answer it. or i might break something.”

the irritation embedded in your voice makes him jut out his bottom lip sadly. more than that, your facial expression and body language evidently scream that you’re feeling on edge. you didn’t even bother to let him know that you’ve come home, and he’s uncertain if you nearly muted the volume because you don’t want to listen to the ear-shattering sounds of ammunition being fired or you don’t want him to hear them.

he picks up the phone per your request, eyebrows knitting in confusion when he fails to recognize the number flashing on the screen.

“it’s an unregistered number. i don’t know who- oopsie-” he scrunches his nose, chuckling because he accidentally ended the call when he muted the device. it vibrates with a new message from the same person not too long after.

“it’s my ex?” he blinks with a blank expression on his face. he intently reads the content of the text, tugging at the silver ring piercing the corner of his lower lip. “uhhh- she’s… asking me to put in a good word for her… because she applied to be an in-house choreographer at- at the company.”

on the other hand, you feel like a bucket of ice water was dunked over your head at the mention of your boyfriend’s ex-lover. your vigorous focus on the game wavers, but luckily, you’re already so close to finishing, and you still maintain half a mind to end the game in your own terms. the word ‘victory’ flashes on the giant screen, and you almost break down into tears because god knows you needed a fucking win today.

jungkook gasps in amazement, whipping out the camera app to capture a photo of your achievement. “did you just fucking win solo versus squads?”

the thing is… you’re not the biggest fan of these games. sure, you play occasionally (only using his accounts because you like how he already has most items unlocked and you can freely play around… you like to pretend that you’ve never been scolded for making him rank down before), but you prefer the relaxing types with adorable and colorful graphics. and just like he said, you haven’t touched your controller in months, which must be the reason why he’s pleasantly surprised. you won’t be shocked if you get bombarded by his gamer friends to play with them tomorrow, by the looks of your boyfriend proudly typing away at his keyboard while smiling from ear-to-ear.

“don’t move on too fast.” you breathe out a deep sigh before standing on your feet. “which ex? that bitch you broke up with because she kept on picking stupid fights with your friends? and now she wants to work with them?”

the combination of your harsh intonation and the recollection of dreadful memories make him wince. that relationship didn’t end on good terms, so this is confusing to him as well. it was a person he wholeheartedly liked, but they barely lasted six months because the way she treated those who are near and dear to him, unkind and discorteous, eventually turned him off and made him nothing but angry. she tried to convince him that she could change, but it was his decision that could no longer be changed.

does it even matter? he didn’t dwell on it too long, anyway. because then, he met you.

“yes,” he shortly answers, flipping his phone so the screen is facing you.

your brain chooses to not register any of the other characters used in the text except for those at the end: the flirty ‘Thanks babe! I miss u so much. See u around soon. Let’s catch up’ and winking emoji blowing a red heart next to it. you release yet another sigh, this time shaky and frustrated, and you gently move his hand aside to get the phone out of your sight. a headache is beginning to blossom at your temples, and you truly do not have the energy to deal with this bullshit right now.

“you must know how i feel about this, right?”

“i’m not sure-”

“like if she calls you ‘babe’ infront of my face i won’t hold back and i will claw her eyes ou-“

“okay, okay, baby, i got it!” he chuckles, taking a hold of your arms to pull you closer to him. he plants a sweet kiss to your lips, hoping that would aid in putting your mind at ease. “i won’t let her call me that again, hmm? or do anything that will make either of us uncomfortable for that matter.”

“good. i trust you. do whatever you want.” you speak softly, giving his rosy cheek light pats. he always looks a dash more attractive when fresh from the shower, so entrancingly hypnotic when bare-faced that it makes you want to fall on your knees and worship the stardust making up his existence.

unfortunately, your mind is too clouded and restless and you can’t stay to admire him some more. you withdraw from his hold, the cold drops of water from his hair sliding down to your forearm and you wipe them away on his towel.

“i’m going out for a bit. i need to buy something at the convenience store.”

you don’t wait for him to answer. you head straight to the bedroom to collect your essentials.

“wait for me. i’ll go with you!”

you return wearing a long purple jacket over your blue t-shirt and white sweatpants, also carrying your phone, wallet and pepper spray.

“i’ll be fine alone. i got this.” you wave the small bottle infront of him before stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants.

the front door rings as it opens and shuts, and jungkook despises the weight sitting on top of his chest— heavier and heavier with your absence. he still wanted to insist on tagging along, worried because it’s already late at night, but he gave up when he sensed that you really need to be left alone.

“shit, let me take care of this first.” he tilts his head to the side, and then the other, cracking his neck before he scrolls through his contact list to make an important call.

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the soles of your sneakers scratch the rough asphalt as you lazily drag yourself to the convenience store. you’re having one of those kind of bad days- you woke up this morning mad at the world for a reason you couldn’t decipher, and it only got worse after you left the house for work. you brushed against someone while chasing the bus and the zipper of their bag scratched your arm that it bled uncontrollably. the nearest restaurant to your workplace was closed and you had to walk an extra kilometer. you didn’t have the time to text jungkook and complain about the shitty day you’ve been having. and you had to suffer the bus ride home beside an old teacher from high school who never ran out of uninteresting stories to tell.

oh! and how can you not mention that you were subjected to remembering that your boyfriend fell in love with other people before he knew you? the mere mental image of jungkook being emotionally and physically intimate with somebody else is a strong punch in the gut that makes you want to run in a corner and hurl.

and to rub salt on the wound, his ex-girlfriend, who is more than comfortable to reach out to him with an old term of endearment, wants to work at close proximity with him after saying ‘i miss you so much’… was the ‘so much’ necessary? was saying ‘i miss you’ necessary at all? you don’t know her intentions or if she even has any, and you don’t care if they’re good or bad. you simply cannot bear the idea of having to be constantly plagued by these vexatious musings.

maybe a good cry would help, but the tears won’t come out of your stinging eyes blinded by bright and flickering neon shop signs lined up beside the street. they’re saltwater in your lungs, making it difficult for you to breathe and to make sense of why you don’t feel like yourself today. it’s hormones. it’s always the hormones, you try telling yourself.

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you’re sitting infront of the glass wall separating the sidewalk and the convenience store, watching the humans and the cars speeding past without much thought in your head… except for the hellish torture you’re inflicting on yourself. you sniffle loudly as you chew the spicy noodles in your mouth. your tongue is tingling and almost numb, but you lift up the flimsy wooden chopsticks to eat more of it because somehow, this is exactly what you needed. perhaps, it wasn’t accidental when you ended up pouring most of the buldak sauce.

however, your own little bubble gets popped by a tattooed hand you recognize all too well. it sets down a bottle of cold water infront of your cup of noodles.

“hi there.”

jungkook kisses the top of your head before occupying the stool on your left, which is the second seat farthest from the door that chimes every time a new customer walks in. he is very much not naked anymore, wearing a plain white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. his hair is still damp, bangs forming a perfect comma on his forehead, and the thin silver chain dangling from his delicate neck sparkles when the light grazes it.

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

the doe eyes behind his glasses smile at you warmly as he wipes your swollen lips, the paper napkin you’ve been neglecting now stained with the dark red sauce.

“you’re here?” you ask dumbly, wanting to slap yourself right after the words escape your mouth because yes, what the fuck, he’s here. he’s touching you, and he’s real.

“of course, i’m here,” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek before he answers, sounding upset. he removes his glasses and places it on top of the long white table. “i just wore the first things i saw then speedwalked here. i was sorting out the laundry and your handkerchief had blood all over it! care to explain?”

you guiltily avoid eye-contact, reverting your attention to the food as you poke and mix the noodles that have gone dry due to the cold air. “you didn’t have to. i already cleaned the wound twice- my left arm just got scratched.” you shrug your shoulders meekly. “i had a bad day, that’s all.”

“who do i have to fight, huh? who hurt you and ruined your day?” he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting it up to make you look at him. his sincere concern is written all over his widened round eyes and creased forehead. “tell me, baby. i’ll make them pay.”

“well,” you anxiously sink your teeth on your bottom lip, a hesitant effort to control yourself because the particular word tastes too sour on your tongue. “your ex was just my last straw, you know? i don’t even want to call you ‘babe’ anymore.” your voice gradually quiets down in exasperation.

“why not?!”

you roll your eyes with a huff, pushing his hand away. “you’ll just remember her every time i say it.”

you grab the bottle of water, twisting off the cap and hissing when its ridges scratch the heel of your palm. you take big gulps of the beverage, feeling refreshed after the burning onslaught that assaulted your mouth.

“oh, come here. you- i need you closer.”

you squeak when you feel the heavy metal chair moving closer towards jungkook’s direction, one hand flying to your mouth and the other gripping his shoulder in fear of falling. he jokingly copies you when you send him a sharp glare. he puts an arm around you to affectionately hold the curve of your waist, anchoring his elbow on the table to rest his face on the palm of his hand.

“i took care of that, alright? i asked the company and they told me they put her on the waitlist. pretty sure she knows, too- that she’s not getting the job.“ he raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows in jest, playfully sticking out his tongue. “i told her i can’t help her, and not to contact me again in the future because i’m in a committed relationship. with you.” he squeezes your hip to reiterate his words. “then i blocked her number. i thought i did it before, but i guess i forgot to? ah, i don’t know!”

a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips and he happily grins when he notices, deep dimples making an appearance. unable to resist the urge, he briefly draws closer to kiss your cheek.

“besides, i forgot she even existed. why would i think of her when my favorite person is right infront of me? that’s absurd.”

he was truthfully flabbergasted at the foggy memories that resurfaced when he read her name, had one of those ‘oh, that’s right, this happened,’ and ‘why the fuck did i like this person again?’ moments.

“you’re the only one i think of when i hear the word ‘babe’. and when i hear love songs, or breakup songs, because they make me imagine us breaking up and i get so fucking sad.” his expression crumples into a look of sheepishness after spitting out the unplanned confession.

it’s terrifying at times, how an imaginary breakup with you feels more painful than his past heartbreaks combined. he almost lost you once, and he won’t let that happen again. he removes his hand on your waist to tenderly caress your hair when you bury your face in your hands.

shaking your head, you giggle at the genuine distress lacing his voice when he said the last sentence. “what are you saying?”

and then it finally happens.

restrained sobs replace the carefree giggles racking your body. your hot tears soak the palm of your hands until they drip down to your wrists. your frail voice comes out trembling, shattered, and disgustingly vulnerable for a space scattered with prying eyes and ears.

“…i just- fuck, i don’t want to say this but- i don’t think you understand- that i’m selfish. and i want you all for myself. i can’t stand that everybody wants to have you. i hate it, jungkook.”

your name rolls off from his tongue with a soft sigh as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. the comfort of his love and warmth further breaks you down, and you almost make yourself bleed to keep your cries quiet. his silken lips brush against your temple before he puckers them for a kiss that lasts four, five, six… seconds. you begin wondering if he might just stay like this forever, not that you mind, until he detaches himself to speak and you hear the smooching sound that signals the end of it.

“shhh, trust me, baby. i do.” he rubs your shoulder to soothe your tensed up body. “but i don’t care about that. they can die trying because i only want to be yours.”

you swallow the lump in your throat as his reassuring words tug at your heartstrings. you wiggle out of his secure arms, wiping your tears with the paws of your jacket as you force a smile. “it’s embarrassing. i don’t want to cry here.”

“how about in there, then?” he teasingly undoes the third button of his shirt, exposing more of his honey skin to the cool air. it reveals the rest of his silver chain, and his defined pecs are also peeking out. you whine in protest of his scandalousness, pounding his chest lightly with your closed fist.

he chuckles, corners of her crinkling with mischief as he buttons himself up again. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding-” he cradles your face in his hands, gingerly wiping away the tears still rolling down your cheeks.

between the two of you, he admits that he’s the one who cries more easily. it takes a colossal build-up of emotions for your tears to be released, and today’s influx caused your sink to overflow at long last. seeing you weep, it feels like a direct stab to the heart— especially unbearable, twisting deeper, when he’s part reason why. even so, it’s a big relief when the weight you’re carrying is being unloaded. but he understands that you don’t want to do that here… not here.

“as if you’ll let someone steal me away from you, huh? i know you, you cunning minx.”

you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that’s exactly what i’m talking about.” he smirks before planting a chaste kiss on tip of your nose. “don’t cry anymore. i love you.”

“i love you, too. but-” you sniffle, frowning at him as you motion at the cup of noodles infront of you. “why did you have to go and make me feel better? i don’t feel like finishing this anymore. it’s too spicy.”

“yeah, i can tell. look at your face. oh-” he squeezes your puffy face in one hand. “you were already crying eating that, poor baby… i’ll just finish the rest, how about that?”

“please,” you smile sweetly, delighted with his preposition. “i’ll buy ice cream. do you want anything? beer?”

“beer-” his face lights up like a christmas tree when it dawns on him that you said the word simultaneously.

you beam proudly, recounting the time you’ve been well-acquainted with every nook and cranny of jungkook’s essence of being. “did i pass the test? i’m taking my master’s degree in kookology.”

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after jungkook finished your spicy noodles, he claimed his appetite only treated it as an appetizer and it demanded to be served ramyeon for the main course. that brings you to this moment, your boyfriend applying bandaids on your arm while he waits for his food to be cooked. concurrently, you devour your cone of vanilla ice cream.

“babe, i think two is enough.“ you attempt to stop him from opening another one of the teddy bear patterned bandaids. he found them displayed by the counter when he paid for the ramyeon, and only then did he realize that he forgot why he ran to you in the first place.

“they’re not- it goes all the way down your elbow.”

and you can’t argue with him because he looks undoubtedly pissed off, his expression instantly darkening when he saw the damage that damn zipper did to your skin. if this happened to him, he would be in a terrible mood for the rest of the day, too.

he plants a healing kiss on top of each one and your heart flutters at the loving gestures, but you feel a little ridiculous walking around with three bandaids running across your arm. you decide to wear your jacket again in order to hide them, since you’re freezing beside the airconditioner anyway.

jungkook starts eating his second round of noodles, but not before boasting that he perfectly separated the wooden chopsticks unlike you. you roll your eyes at his cocky grin and tiny dance of celebration, taking another bite of the cone you’ve consumed halfway.

the two of you comically freeze at the same time when a familiar ringtone tickles your ears.

“who would be calling at this hour? it’s 1am!” jungkook puts down his chopsticks to fish out his phone from the depths of his pocket, his thick satoori accent slipping out as he chides the person on the other line. he shakes his head with a laugh when he sees the name written on the screen. “ey, of course, it’s him again. i knew it.”

you watch him with an amused smile, his reaction giving you an inkling of who it is.

he answers the video call and props up the phone on his tall can of beer, grabbing his chopsticks to resume eating. “hyung, did you just wake up again?”

judging by the background, taehyung is in his gaming room. the given keywords being messy hair and eyes as puffy as yours, you’re pretty sure the answer to your boyfriend’s question is yes.

his deep and rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “jungkook-ah, i just caught up to our gc. where’s ___?”

“with me. why?” jungkook answers, words muffled as he chews and bounces his legs with the pleasure of having his food craving beyond satisfied.

taehyung ignores his question for the second time, instead calling out your name to catch your attention.

“whyyy?” you mimic his sulky tone, slightly shifting the phone to the side to show him your face.

you snicker when he flashes you his famous boxy smile, almost choking on your ice cream when his following remarks cause jungkook to throw a fit.

“play with me. no one else is awake and i’m getting bored of jungkook. he doesn’t want to play new games.”

“yah! you know i can still hear you, right?!” he takes a break from chugging his beer to throw his retort.

“i know, i wanted you to.” taehyung blows a raspberry at his best friend.

you grimace, stealing the opportunity to butt in before their banter lengthens. “listen, i’ll play with you if you let me play with tannie again.”

he opens his mouth to answer, but he quickly closes it again to stare at you nonchalantly. you impatiently quirk an eyebrow at his silence. “soooo?”

“wait there. i’ll think about it.”

and then he ends the call.

jungkook throws his head back, bursting into vibrant laughter after witnessing the interaction, and your head drops on the table with a pitiful whimper.

with bam staying at the training center for the meantime, you awfully miss the rush of happy chemicals flooding your brain in the company of man’s best friend. it was two weeks ago when you and jungkook hung out at taehyung’s house. you spent some time with yeontan at the park after you complained about getting bored watching them play ‘i’m on observation duty’. and he wasn’t… very happy when his dog started flat-out ignoring him in favor of your presence ever since you came back from the walk. tannie was adamant on sitting on your lap during dinnertime, even almost following you past the front door when it was time for you to leave.

“aww, my baby.” jungkook strokes your back with faux sympathy. “he hasn’t moved on from it yet. give him some time… maybe, like, five more minutes?”

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aristia-pjoheadcanons · 4 months

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I had a dream where Percy was kissing someone, but this guy can't make out bc hes too busy staring at you and parts away from you multiple times just to watch you. And he gives you these sexy hooded eyes. He maintains eye contact as he slowly curls his lips inwards and licks his lips. Its such a hot sight. Mf has the steadiest heartbeat and isn't even breathing heavily, and can't take his eyes off you.

Percy's stare is focused and sincere, he looks at his lover with a mixture of love, fondness and longing, admiration and adoration. He'll lean in to get a better look at them, taking in every detail about the person he love and focus on their facial expressions, body language and even the way they move. Memorizing every part of them so he can keep them with him even when they're not together.

When he kisses his lover, he can't close his eyes - he's so absorbed and into it. He just want to watch you, parting away from the kiss many times just to get a better look. Can we talk about how he has a way of making people feel special, even without using words? This man is about actions. His eyes truly are one of his most charming features.His eyes are deep sea green, and they have a unique shape that gives them a hint of mystery->sexiness. When he stares at someone, his hooded eyes can seem to go deep and almost hypnotize the person he's looking at, like the dephts of the ocean.

When Percy Jackson stares at someone with his hooded eyes, it's like he's drawing them in, as if he's inviting them to explore the depths of his soul.

Percy Jackson is very alluring.

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very-normal-abt-this · 6 months

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I want talk about how much love was nonverbally expressed *after* their last conversation in S2 Finale. Yes, you heard right. AFTER.

Sure, they ended the conversation completely pissed at each other. Broken hearted. But, like in any solid relationship, they don't hold grudges. Only a few short moments later, all the anger is gone from Aziraphale's face, and the only emotions left are: love, longing, fear, regret. He can barely pay attention to Metatron, because he keeps looking out the window at Crowley. I think I counted 7 times of him turning his head to look. And of course, he is close to changing his mind several times. (BTW, I would *kill* to know what thoughts were going through his mind right before he committed to leaving, right before he said "nothing at all" with that fake smile)

And Crowley. Most humans, when they feel they've been rejected and/or abandoned - they slam the door and they leave in a huff! They don't look back, they get in their car, and drive away as fast they can, possibly with a middle finger pointed in the direction of the offending party. (Unless they're the type of person who would stand by the door, cry and beg them to stay, but obviously that behavior could never be exhibited by Crowley).

But Crowley does not leave. He does not even try to hide in his car. He stands there, intentionally on display, waiting and watching. Why? Because either A) He is not viewing this as a rejection and abandonment, but as a [huge] difference of opinion, so he is not reacting like someone who has just been rejected. Or B) he IS viewing it as rejection, but he loves Aziraphale so much that his main priority is still to make sure that the Angel is safe, regardless of their current relationship status. His love for Aziraphale is literally unconditional. Crowley wants to watch him walk into that elevator with his own eyes, and make sure that he's not doing so under duress. Or there is option C) He is standing there defiantly, to communicate his disapproval and disbelief at what Aziraphale is doing, like "I can't believe you're actually doing this, I have to see this shit with my own eyes to believe it." Or option D) He is hoping to influence Aziraphale to change his mind, because he knows that its incredibly hard for Aziraphale to leave him. Standing there to send a message of "I'm still here. Are you really sure you are okay with being separated?" Or maybe even E) A small part of him wondered if he (Crowley) might change his own mind about going, once he saw Aziraphale actually walking toward the elevator, once he saw that it's actually happening.

I don't think it's option C because of Crowley's facial expression and body language after Aziraphale gets in the elevator. I don't see any anger, frustration, disgust, or judgment there. All I see is...utter despondency, numbness, melancholy, hopelessness. So, I'm thinking its a combination of reasons A, B, and D. Maybe a little E.

And, I wondered the same about Aziraphale. As he is walking to the elevator, he is not acting as someone who is angry at their significant other. I imagine that a lot of people who feel angry after a fight, and feel their partner is completely in the wrong - they would walk into that elevator without looking back at the offending party. They might put on the happiest face and try to hide all traces of negative emotions, just to "stick it to them." But Aziraphale does look back at Crowley. And, this last nonverbal communication with his partner is also very intentional; he wants Crowley to know that he is looking at him on purpose (just as Crowley's behavior of standing by the Bentley and watching him leave is very intentional). Aziraphale stops and makes eye contact with Crowley, right before he walks into the elevator. Just as Crowley, he is trying to send a message with that pause and look. What message? A) "I can't believe you're not coming with me, I'm hurt and disappointed in you." B) "I want you to know that it's very hard for me to do this, I'm torn about it, and I'm thinking about you." C) "I just found out very bad news and you're in danger." Or option D) "I just found out very bad news and I'm definitely going to need your help. I'll be back."

My opinion is that its a combo of B, C, and D. I do not think its A, based on Aziraphale's behavior and emotions right after Crowley walked out.

So, to summarize the point I am making - despite their deficits in communicating with words, Aziraphale and Crowley continue communicating their feelings nonverbally. They remain committed to each other, even in the face of the biggest rift they've ever experienced in their relationship. Their behavior shows that their first priority in the relationship is not "to be right" or "to win the argument." Their priorities are - taking care of each other. Letting each other know that, "no matter what happens, I am here, and I'm thinking about you."

Thanks for reading! please leave a comment.

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risingoftime · 9 months

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INTRUDER 🕷 HOBIE BROWN

a/n: my inbox for requests is now closed! I have quite a bit that I need to catch up on. if you already sent one in, don’t worry I’ll be working on it! ₊˚⊹ 18+

During exam season, you have had one of the most stressful times of the year. Hobie was supposed to come over to celebrate completing your last exam, yet you haven’t heard from him since noon. Hobie had always been a shite texter. It was now closer to midnight, and although this wasn’t surprising, you still worried if he was okay. Music blasted throughout your bathroom, drowning out your thoughts as you entered your bedroom to change. Without looking, you collided with a body, causing your towel to drop to the floor.

Hobie stared at your naked body in complete awe. He innocently went into your bedroom to surprise you with food but walked in on you exiting the bathroom instead. Hobie wasn't sure if he should avert his eyes or simply run out of the flat. Your facial expression mirrored his complete and utter shock. It took everything in Hobie not to let his eyes wander over your perky breasts and supple skin.

“Hobie, look away, damn it!” You shrieked. Your face felt hot with embarrassment from watching his eyes grow with lust. Hobie looked up to the ceiling as you rushed to grab a robe. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! Just forget I’ve seen you naked before,” he declared. But, the image was now implanted into his brain. The way your skin glowed from your favourite lotion, the sweet scent radiated off of you. The smell itself enticed Hobie, making him needy for more. He felt his dick harden at the thought of you being naked in the same room as him. Very aware that the tent in his pants was prominent enough to be noticed by you. Fuck it. Hobie turned to watch you as you slid on the black silk robe. In such a rush, you didn’t bother to put anything on underneath. He tried his hardest not to think about how easy it would be for the robe to slip off.

“You could’ve called!”

“Could’ve, but where’s the fun in that?” Hobie smirked. If he had called you earlier, Hobie wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the beautiful body you hid underneath your usual attire. Sweatpants and an oversized tee, in his opinion, that’s when Hobie found you the prettiest. Although it wasn’t his intention, the sight of your nude body topped everything.

Better than he had imagined in the late nights when he had felt alone. Hobie knew harbouring such feelings for his best friend wasn't right. Yet it wasn’t like he could control it… or at least that’s what he had told himself. Clearing your throat brought him to reality, and Hobie realized he was staring.

“This is not a free show,” you stated. Although your voice appeared confident, your body language told another story. Hobie analyzed your inability to keep eye contact and the conscious placement of your arms across your chest to hide your erect nipples. He placed the pizza box on your desk, “Does food count as payment?” Hobie joked in an attempt to break the ice. He always knew how to make light of any situation, especially one like this.

“It depends. Did you order pineapple on it?”

“Yeah, only half. I know how picky you can be.” He noticed your wandering gaze from the pizza box to himself. Hobie wasn’t gullible. He noted how your eyes paused on the growing tent in his pants. A mixture of curiosity and lust swirled in your expression. The tension in the air was palatable; you could practically taste it. You wondered how it would feel to take Hobie into your mouth and taste his cum. Hobie licked his pierced lips, sharing the same sentiment. You cleared your throat and lightly shook your head, failing to shake off the lewd thoughts that littered your mind. “That’s good 'cause I’m starving!” Your voice came out a pitch too high and louder than anticipated.

Hobie watched as you walked towards the desk, towards him. When your body brushed the front of Hobie’s pants, his hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place. The thrum of your heartbeat overtook your senses, and all your mind could focus on was Hobie’s touch. The simple stroke of his fingertips toying with the loosely tied silk ribbon around your waist made it too easy to become enraptured. Hobie could hear your heartbeat thump loudly in your chest.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Admiring" was all Hobie said.

You turned to face him with raised eyebrows, baiting him to continue. Hobie looked down at you and kept his hand firmly on your waist, bunching the fabric of your robe to one side. More of your skin is exposed for him to see. “Hey!” you exclaimed.

“S’wrong? I’ll show mine if you show yours,” Hobie was needy and desperate to see your naked body, thrilled to take any chance to have you to himself. “Sit down on the chair,” you instructed softly, growing tired of him always making you flustered. The sudden change of attitude took Hobie aback, but didn’t object. In a swift motion, you removed your robe and climbed on top of your bed to face him, bare and vulnerable.

“I want you to watch.”

“Just watch?” He sighed.

You simply nodded, unsure if you could trust your voice to come out. This was a first for both of you, and you didn’t want to lose momentum. With open legs, use one hand to slowly glide your fingers down your lower stomach until they graze your clit. Your eyes remained on Hobie as he shifted in his seat, trying to ignore his aching desire. You rolled your hips against your hand, eliciting a low moan from your mouth, playing with the wet slickness that spilled in between your folds. “Such a pretty pussy,” Hobie groaned. The sight of you touching yourself made him feel hot and heavy. Hobie’s dick throbbed against his jeans, practically begging to be handled—a sweet punishment for walking in on you. He dutifully watched as you worked up your nerves, edging to climax. Observing your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy as your breathy moans echoed throughout the bedroom. The sound of your orgasm erased everything. Hobie couldn’t think of anything else, but he had wanted to illicit such a reaction.

“Please,” Hobie whimpered.

“Please, what? Use your words.” The shift in power dynamics ignited a fire within you. You didn’t know that Hobie could be submissive and utterly vulnerable, a side of him you had not seen before. “Please… let me fuck you” Hobie’s voice was barely above a whisper; it was unfamiliar territory for him to plead. Hobie might like to be in control, ahead of everyone except you. He relinquishes all restraint. A thin line he rarely crosses. Narrowing your eyes on Hobie, you don’t dare break eye contact as his dark gaze tracks your every move towards him. “Not yet,” you command.

Getting down on your knees, you separate Hobie’s legs and settle yourself in between them. Your hands graze his thighs, slowly moving upwards and closer to his crotch. Unbuckling his studded belt, you tease him by stroking his cock through his boxers, lightly gripping around his thick girth. You can feel his dick jerk under your fingers as Hobie tries to hold back his sensitive nerves from making him finish in his pants. The mere sight of you bent down in front of him with his dick in your hand was doing him wonders. Your curls were expertly slicked back into a bun so he could see your dark brown eyes as your tongue swirled around his tip. Licking off the pre cum that coated Hobie’s skin before taking the head of his dick in your mouth.

“Agh fuck baby,” Hobie groaned. You took all of him in as he moaned loudly and convulsed in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You pull back up and wrap your hands around the base of his length, groping Hobie before swallowing him again. Your head bobbed as Hobie thrust into your mouth, unable to hold back. He was practically spilling onto your tongue. Hobie’s hands gripped the chair handles while keeping eye contact with heavy-lidded eyes. Dangerously close. “God-“ Hobie couldn’t hear anything else above you sloppily slurping his dick. His whines did nothing but encourage you to suck harder. Your pussy pulsed around empty space, desperate to feel him.

Yet you remained patient, craving for Hobie to melt on your tongue. “I’m gonna- babe, I’m gonna come,” Hobie rasped. His hand-drawn to support the back of your neck as he continued to fuck your mouth. Hobie’s skin was smooth and soft compared to the rest of him. The hardness of his desire twitched before releasing streams of cum down your throat. Hobie let out a broken gasp as he continued to look down on you, watching with parted lips in the form of an “o.” Hobie’s eyes alluded to one thing: pure lust. His gaze ignited a fire inside you that you didn’t even know was lit. He lowered his head to brush his lips against yours before deepening the kiss. Hobie only paused to lift you off your knees and onto his lap to straddle his waist. His warm member is still slick with your spit as your folds glide along his length.

You could hear Hobie’s staggered breath against your ear as he tried to hold onto the little composure he had left. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Hobie whispered. Your cheeks grew hot from his bluntness. Feeling shy from his words was ridiculous when your actions earlier were nothing but innocent. Hobie kissed you intensely as if he believed you would’ve vanished before him. His tongue was demanding yet soft against yours, tasting himself with visor. Hobie’s hands gripped your ass while he moved his hips up to meet your core. He moaned into your mouth from feeling your wet pussy on his dick. The feeling of his cock becoming hard sent shivers throughout your body.

“I’m tired of waiting; I need you inside me.” It hadn’t mattered how close you were to each other. Your bodies still leaned in for more. Never enough. Your heart beats fast against your chest, loud enough that you are sure Hobie could hear it with anticipation of him aligning himself to slide inside you. You watch his abs flex beautifully underneath you. He had wanted this, and God knows how bad he craved to feel your tight pussy wrap around him. Hobie’s body had gone still once you took in his full length, a stillness that only he could evoke. Taking it all in, silently admiring and immortalizing the outline of your curves as you sat on top of him.

“Fuck, you’re so, ah-” Hobie was at a loss for words once you began to grind yourself up and down. His eyes rolled back, blissed out. No one has seen this vulnerable side of him but only you. Hobie cursed under his breath, holding you in place to feel the depth of each stroke. Both of you are in perfect sync. You thought him everywhere as he positioned himself to thrust into you vigorously from below. Slower and harder. Your walls clenched as your core tightened. “Say my name when you cum” Hobie rasped. Every tingling sensation sent you screaming and pleading for more of him. More of anything that he would provide, you would selfishly take it. Concentrating with one of his hands on your waist and the other groping your breasts was hard. As ecstasy rippled through, your fingers dug into his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Hobie!” You moaned. The sound of your wet pussy and Hobie’s whimpers filled the room. His hips stuttered, but his movements didn’t subside while he continued to push you further. Hobie bit his lip at seeing you undone on his dick. He wouldn’t be able to get the image out of his head. His eyebrows drew together in deep focus. He was holding back. “Let it out. Come inside me.” Hobie’s eyes met yours before his lips came over yours again, fierce and thorough. Pushing forward towards his own pleasure, beyond his own control. The sound that escaped his mouth could only be described as lewd. Hobie buried himself inside you, filling your pussy with his cum. The warmth of him dripped inside as you rode out the final waves like an aftershock. It never mattered how many times you fucked. You always craved him even more than the last time. To hear him sigh your name like a dying prayer.

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hollowdeath · 5 months

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i recently came across your blog and i’m literally in love

i’m here because i can’t stop thinking about (adult) soft dom harry that tries to stay gentle but can’t hold himself back :(( brainrot is real

honestly do what u will with this i’m just happy to share it

AAA now you're speakin my language here !!! i will GLADLYYY sit here all day n think abt this one…

content warning: smut!!!! oral sex, penetration, 18+

word count: 750

soft dom harry who wants to let you know he's in the mood by asking you if you'd like a back rub, a foot massage, anything where he can just get his hands on you…once he does he can't help but let his hands wander, his lips following soon after, and he'd quickly get carried away and have you covered in bites before you even realize it…

harry would be so eager to get your clothes off he'd nearly rip them off you as you giggle, telling him to slow down with a teasing voice. he'd be a bit ashamed at first, apologizing with a shy smile before being more careful with you, savoring the feeling of taking your clothes off of you. but if your panties are in the way, he feels no remorse in roughly ripping them off of you to get what he wants.

everyone already knows how i feel about harry and oral…he'll be soooo teasingly slow with you at first, loving the way you squirm and beg for more just before he completely loses himself in your pussy. he'll overstimulate you after you already came to the point of desperation, practically having to push him away from you just to get a moment of rest. he'd still want more, sometimes even convincing you to let him keep going despite your exhaustion. but it's okay because he lovesss to tell you just how much of a good girl you were afterwards, praising you endlessly while holding you close to him to calm down your trembling body.

or, if you gave harry oral, he'd hold your face with his hand as you got started. "so pretty," he'd tell you, encouraging you with his moans and praise. soon he'd get lost in the pleasure, his hand traveling from your cheek to your hair as he starts gently moving it out of the way for you. before long he has all of it completely wrapped around his hand, using it to push your head a bit faster and deeper onto him. his hips would thrust into your mouth out of desperation and cause you to gag. pulling your hair back, he'd carefully make sure you were okay, really okay, before pushing your mouth back onto his cock with the same force as before.

harry being afraid to hurt you as you adjust to his cock inside of you, carefully watching your facial expressions as he slowly pushes deeper into you, the hunger in him growing the longer he looks at you. after you start moaning, whimpering, grabbing for harry's shoulders, he knows you're enjoying yourself and starts to let his guard down, thrusting at a consistent pace before pulling you in for a heated kiss. from there he just falls apart, his grip on you bruising the skin, his thrusts aggressive and sloppy, his teeth sinking into your neck in the most vulnerable places. he's like an animal just chasing his high, using you for his pleasure.

you try not to whimper too loud because then harry comes out of his state of bliss, realizing how aggressive he's being with you before slowing back down. you'd always beg him please, please harry, it's okay, because you secretly love how overcome with lust he gets with you. but he really doesn't want to hurt you, so he tries to stay focused, but we know he just can't help himself…as soon as his eyes droop closed you know he's desperate again, burying his head in your neck as he practically growls into your skin. "fuck, [y/n], feel so good…"

it's not long before harry's pounding into you, waves of pleasure taking over his body. sweating, gasping for breath, hands digging into your hips as he warns you that he's about to cum. sometimes he's aware enough to pull out and finish on you, but other times he's truly so lost in the moment that he cums inside you, his hips flush with yours as you savor the sensation. though he's always a bit flustered afterwards, making sure to ask you plenty of times if you're okay, or if he hurt you, or if you need anything. once he knows you're good, he'll instantly start getting ready for round two because he just can't get enough of you.

[thankyouthankyouthankyou for sending this in, this is pretty much exactly what all of my daydreams of harry consist of lol]

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inwantofamuse · 6 months

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What I love most about the Loki series, and Lokius in particular, are the little nuanced moments in both Tom Hiddleston's and Owen Wilson's performances.

Like, the moment with Owen/Mobius standing with his hands clenched outside the time loom, with tear stain tracked cheeks and watery eyes.

Or Owen's facial expressions and body language in the Sy**lvie pie scene, especially when Loki walks off and leaves him there. Mobius looks so devastated and about to cry. That moment haunts me.

Another one I don't see discussion of is when Casey tells Mobius in ep one that Loki is at the TVA and has been looking for him and Mobius whispers "where?".

The first time I watched, I thought it was an odd thing to say. I did not realize at first, what's being implied: that Mobius has already searched every nook and cranny of the TVA for Loki. Maybe more than once.

Mobius is stunned to know Loki is there because Mobius has been searching and could not find him.

And it's just...Owen gets ignored a lot, by TH/Loki fans, but DANG. I always knew Owen was a good actor and he really proved it, especially this season.

So many good moments. "Scar tissue" and "let time pass" are two of the shows best dramatic moments, and Owen killed it.

I hope someone other than Tom (lol) has let him know how great he was in the series.

#loki #marvel #owen wilson #loki series #tom hiddleston #lokius #mobius #loki series two

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kairismess · 6 months

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was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months

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Your Mark On Me, Part 6

Summary: you become his

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, humiliation, edging, dry humping, pinching, mirrors, teasing, slapping, multiple orgasms, gun kink, squirting, tears, begging, choking, spanking, D/s dynamics, pain kink, forced marking, tattoos, fight, Steve Rogers, me (sorry guys. No I’m not), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.5K

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*Tattoo edit created by @randomagnes0210

*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Mmm,” Bucky moans from in between his now fiancé’s thighs. Her eyes roam around the bedroom before looking over to his phone on the nightstand. She is unable to fully enjoy Bucky feasting on her honey because she’s too in her head.

Bucky pops his head up, watching his sweet neurotic love of his life be anywhere, but present. Playfully he rolls his eyes before crawling up her body, and leans down to pepper kisses on her mouth, “Shy, what’s the matter, darling?”

“I want to talk to Steve,” Bucky leans back, letting his eyes narrow while he tries to read her facial expressions.

“Why?” Finally her vision settles on his handsome face, but she shrugs. “No. Until you tell me why, I won’t be giving you his number. Why do you want to speak to him?”

“I want him to let you come back home,” sighing, Bucky flips over on the bed, pulling her onto his chest. His hands brush up and down her back while he presses his lips against her forehead. “It’s not fair that you are going without sleep watching that girl. Alpine misses you.”

“Alpine does, huh? You’re bringing our daughter into this?” Bucky knows that when you blame Alpine for things like this, it’s also what you feel deep down as well.

“What happens if we have a human daughter? You’re still going to blindly listen to what Steve says?” Bucky starts to speak, but she covers his mouth with her hand. “I’m just saying the job you’re doing is what someone else should be doing. You are the second in command and he’s got you doing stupid shit.”

“Okay,” he whispers, kissing over her face, “But you have to be prepared for Steve not to listen,” she gives him a pitiful little pout, and all he wants to do is bite her kiss swollen lips. He had been starving for her, and didn’t stop kissing her, except when she was asleep. Her lips are still bruised. “Shy, the reason he wants me to watch her is because he trusts me.”

“And he knows you won’t fuck her,” Bucky rolls his eyes, and she gives him a playful smack on his chest. “I’m serious. I know you’ve seen him fucking. It’s his weird kink. He doesn’t want you to touch, but he gets off on the humiliation of showing them off in front of his men, mostly you.”

“I’ve seen fuck many times. I’m immune to his fuckery. Fine. Call him.”

“You are changing the subject. You’ve seen her pussy, haven’t you?” There is no point in arguing with her, so Bucky just nods his head. “Whose is prettier?” She asks, smirking and reaching for his phone. Sitting up, she straddles his body, giving a little grind on his stomach. “Tell me.”

“The cunt that is slippery on my stomach is the prettiest puss I have ever seen. No puss feels better than yours when you got me in that gorilla grip, and nothing is sweeter. Shy, darling, you know that the only cunt for me is…stop that,” he slaps her ass when she starts rolling her hips on him. “I was making my declaration of love to that pretty pussy, and you’re trying to get me hard. Call Steve. Tell him what you need.”

“Not while you’re here,” she giggles. Bucky moves his arms quickly, and pinches both of her nipples at the same time, “Bubba…”

“I want you to call Steve right now. Use your strong voice that you use with me sometimes,” she takes a deep breath, pulling herself out from a lustful state, and giggles. Attempting to push Bucky’s hands off her. “No, I want to play with these,” he coos, rolling his fingers.

“Then stop pinching. It kinda hurts.”

“Then why are you getting wetter? Did you forget, I feel you?” Her hands soothingly rub up and down Bucky’s arms, loving the feel of his flesh and metal. His hands flatten out, and he cups each breast in his hand, “Better?”

“Give me your phone, Bubba,” Bucky cocks up an eyebrow, and she knows he’s not dropping his hands. Instead she reaches over to grab his phone. Unlocking immediately when her face comes into view to unlock the phone, she takes a deep breath.

“Shy, you’ve got this,” Shy had grown so much since the first time he met her. She still kept to herself, and still didn’t like confrontation, but anything for Bucky.

“I know. Be quiet, you. I’m going to put this on speaker, so shush,” she waits patiently as the phone rings. Using her free hand to cover Bucky’s eyes. Lost in a sweet moment when she flinches.

“What do you want now? I gave you your time off, enjoy your shy pussy,” his voice is so much harsher than Bucky. Annoyed the moment he answers.

“Uhh…Steve?”

“Is this the illusive girlfriend?”

“Fiancé,” she informs him. It did just happen, but she needs Steve to realize that Bucky was serious about their relationship.

“Fucking hell. He finally fucking did it. He told me he was going to put a rock on you. So he’s good to come back, and take care of business? You got your ring, and he’s got his pussy locked down,” Bucky’s hands tense on her chest, and she gulps, trying to figure out what to say.

“No…I — uhh…I don’t want Bucky to be gone for days at a time. He should be allowed to come home every night, and…”

“Are you trying to tell me how to fucking command…”

“He’s not yours to command!” Her chest heaves as she blinks away her angry tears. The hand covering Bucky’s eyes runs down his face to cup his cheek, and she uses her thumb to brush over his lips.

“Steve, you’re using his loyalty against him. Bucky has a home, and…maybe he could watch her during the day, and — a-a-and then she goes home with you,” Steve’s end of the phone goes silent, and Shy bites at her lip. Her thumb is still caressing Bucky’s mouth before she slowly slips it past his pout. He gives the appendage a little nibble, smiling up at her. Bucky is so proud at how she’s handling the situation, even though he wants to throw Steve across the room.

“That’s not a bad idea. I will need her to be with me soon anyways. I won’t be able to keep my hands off her once my cock has finally…”

“Steve, I don’t need to hear how you’re going to take your girlfriend’s virginity. I just need my fiancé to come home every night. It’s what I need more than anything. You know I need him, and…and he needs me, too. We’re kinda co-dependent.”

“Huh,” he sits silent. Kicking his feet up on his desk, while his hands run through his beard. “I just need my little bird to be dependent on me.”

“Oh…well okay. I hope she is then. Uh…bye?” She receives her answer with a prompt ending of the call, and she looks up at Bucky. “You’re coming home tonight.”

“Yep, and since I’m coming home, I’ll only take a shower with you. We don’t have time for sex.”

“There’s always time for sex, Bubba.”

“Nope. But when I come home, my sweet little Shy Violet, I’m going to make sweet love with you, and I’m going to put a baby right here in this belly,” his finger pokes her belly, and he holds on tight to her. Lifting both of them off the bed. “For now, we shower. Tonight, I stuff you full!”

You walk down the steps of your school, pausing as everyone else pushes around you. It was the weekend, and they were ready to get it started. You stand there staring at Steve smirking from the backseat of the SUV. His hand rubs up and down his thigh while he waits on you.

When you make no attempt to walk towards him, he lifts his hand, curling his finger to wiggle at you. Somehow, like a good girl you respond. Once you get close enough, he opens the door. Instead of scooting over, he holds out a hand to you. “Wouldn’t it be easier for me to walk around the car and get in my own seat?”

“No,” he smiles, still holding his hand out to you. “You’ve got a new seat right here in my lap. Let’s go.”

You take a moment to look around campus, making sure no one is watching you before you crawl in. His hand immediately runs up your thigh, and pushes apart your legs. Flattening his hand, he palms your covered core. Biting on your lip, you refuse to let out any sounds.

“Those sounds belong to me, too,” you shake your head no. Still in this weird tug-o-war game with him. He enjoyed your spitfire ways, even if they annoyed him. “Yeah, they do, little bird. This slick that you have gathering in this cunt belongs to me just as much as those whimpers.”

“What — what are we doing? Going?”

“I’m glad you asked,” he smiles, pushing aside your panties. He stuffs three fingers into you, and you try to raise off his lap, but he pushes you back down. Squirming around, you try to take a deep breath, attempting to adjust to his fingers, “Stop that. I’m not going to finger you. I just want to feel your walls flutter around me, while you keep them warm. They’re cold,” he would be the one to find an excuse to have himself inside of you.

“Where are we going,” you whisper, still refusing to give him any form of enjoyment.

“Bucky doesn’t want to watch you sleep anymore, so you’re going to my place.”

“The cabin?” His fingers curl into you, and he holds them right over your g spot, and you become annoyed with the lack of friction.

“No. My place. Some nights I sleep upstairs in the club, but I don’t want them to hear you,” you gulp while you look at him. Lip starting to tremble. He had plans to make sounds scream out of you, “Are you ready to beg?”

“No,” you answer with as much sincerity as you possibly can. Gritting his teeth, his fingers start fucking into you. Still curled, and still pounding over a spot that has stars that light up your vision. “Steve, I said no! Oh god!”

It isn’t only squelching sounds, it is a waterfall as your cunt gushes out onto his lap. Legs starting to tremble with your release. You aren’t sure how he can make things happen so fast, but he always finds a way.

“Steve! Ahh,” both hands grab onto his arm, attempting to shove him out of you but he just goes harder. Laughing when your pussy releases more arousal. “Steve! Steve! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”

A gagging noise releases from your throat when his drenched hand circles around your throat. “Steve, please…please, I didn’t mean to. You were in me!”

“You know very well what I fucking meant when I said I needed to be inside of you when you want to open that filthy fucking month. Get on the goddamn floor,” your eyes look up to the front, and Sam rolls his eyes. “Don’t look at him. Get in the fucking floor, Dovey!”

You scramble into the floor, and he rips open your shirt, pulling each tit above your bra. Pinching on both nipples, he pulls you towards him. “Take out my cock, and just hold it in your mouth.”

“What?” If you weren’t wet before, you are sopping wet now. Could feel your slick sticking to your thighs as you twitch around. His grip on your nipples is rough, and you want to yelp, but it would only make things worse.

“Did I stutter? Take out my fat cock, and just hold it in your mouth. If you suck on it, I will conduct a meeting with your legs spread wide, and my dick resting in your ass. That way everyone gets to see your virgin cunt clench around nothing at all. Do you understand?” It takes you too long to respond to him.

His fingers grip your sensitive buds harder, pulling your face right over the hardening bulge in his pants, “Do you fucking understand, Dove?”

“Yes, sir. Yes, I understand,” tears cloud your vision as you unzip his pants. Whimpering when your fingers come into contact with his heated and heavy cock.

“Do not suck, Dovey,” he gives your nose a tap with his finger, letting you open your mouth wide, and you take as much of him as you can. Kneeling on the floor, and waiting to get to your destination.

“Steve, you don’t think you’re being too mean to her?” Sam looks in the mirror with concern. Everyone worried about your wellbeing more than Steve.

“No,” he chuckles. Adjusting his position, and pushing himself deeper into your. “Make sure you breathe through your nose, little bird. Sam, you know as well as I do I could be a hell of a lot meaner. How do you like keeping my cock warm, Dovey?” You glare up at him, and he gives a quick swat to your cheek.

You didn’t mind giving him head but this just sitting here with his throbbing cock in your mouth is torture. “If you’re gonna look up at him with your mouth so pretty and stuffed so full your cheeks hurt, at least look like you’re enjoying it.”

“You’ve got her stuffed in the floor of the car, and drooling in your lap, not to mention, you made sure her cunt made a fucking mess in my car — again.”

“That is my cunt, and it was beautiful. I love that she’s extra sloppy. Could you imagine pumping up that pussy until it’s good and swollen, and then pounding the shit out of her? My god, she would just be a soaking fucking mess. We’ll try that one day, Dovey.”

Humiliating. And still your leak arousal. This shouldn’t turn you on being treated like an object for his pleasure, but it did. “Maybe you should take her out on a date,” Sam’s deep brown eyes look into the back, and Steve is actually smiling down at you. “She might beg.”

The moan you release has Steve’s head tilting back. He tries not to fully let go, but that felt fantastic. “Is that what you want, little bird? You want a date? Moan twice for yes,” such an asshole. He could have said once, but no. He wants to make sure he gets as much pleasure from this as possible.

Still glaring up at him, you moan. Wiggling a bit, trying to make yourself comfortable before moaning again. “Well, we’re laying low right now,” your moan is more of a growl. Dribble drifts down onto his lap, and you give him a little pout. Both arms wrap around his leg, and you cling to him. He seems to like you needy. And what you need is relief, or for him to taste you.

“We’re not fucking going out, and that’s final. Sam, make sure that Loki is at the house before you leave,” who the fuck was that? Loki? And why is Steve asking if you want a date, and then refusing? Prick.

“Suck!” His hands plant themselves on the back of your head, and he forces you to take every bit of him. Crying from lack of oxygen, and gagging with his cock shoved down your throat. You couldn’t suck if you wanted to. Steve just wants to push your limits.

Your nose presses up against his skin, and the feeling of your drool and tears just makes him hold you more. “Yeah, Dovey, that’s a good fucking girl. Can take every bit of my cook.”

“Steve.”

“Mmm, my god, that cunt is going to feel amazing,” your vision starts to blur, and you try to push yourself off him, but he clings tighter.

“Steve.”

“You can take every bit of me, sweet little bird. I’ll reward you later,” terrified, you smack at the seats. If screaming was an option, you’d be doing that. Clawing at his legs, slapping him, just anything to get his attention.

“Steve!” Sam slams on the breaks, and turns around to glare at him. “She can’t fucking breathe!”

His heavy load spurts down your throat, before he lets you go, and you gasp for air through his sticky cream. Your lungs burn almost as much as your throat, and you look up at him terrified. “I wasn’t gonna kill you, sweet Dove. You won’t die a virgin. I want you on your knees, so I can stare at your cunt.”

“Why?” You tremble, wiping off the mess on your face. Smeared saliva and cum spreads around your soft skin, and Steve wants nothing more than to paint your entire face with his seed.

“Because, I need to see how wet you are,” your head only shakes back and forth once, but it’s enough to annoy him. “Get on your damn knees before I shove my fist in your cunt.”

Without readjusting your clothes, you get onto the seat on all fours. Laying your head down as Steve lifts up your skirt. “You're such a slut for me, Dovey. Your legs are just as soaked as your pussy. What is it that you want?”

“I want you,” you whisper. Biting on your thumb nail when you look at him.

“Why? I am your worst nightmare, am I not?”

“Uh huh. But…” your look towards Sam; he has his eyes back on the road. Ignoring everything that is going on just inches behind him. “I like being scared.”

“And that’s why you piss me off?” He spreads slick to your puckered hole before spitting down to your hole that has never seen any action. “You piss me off because you enjoy being scared?”

“What are you doing?” He is just staring at your muscled hole. He is ready to devour you. Sink into your truly virginal hole, and feel you clench around him in a different way.

“Making sure you’re scared. Answer my question,” his thumb slips into your soaked channel before his finger teases around your asshole. “Am I scaring you, Dovey?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You know I will own all your holes right?” You squeak when his finger breaks the barrier of your tight channel. Pushing yourself even more into him as his thumb and finger fuck into two holes. “I will own you. I will destroy you, and I’m getting fucking tired of your games. Do you piss me off because you get off on the fear of what I’m going to do to you?”

“Yes. Yes, sir,” you sob. Your body starts to rock into him while he just sits there. Smirking at how much you are enjoying both holes being played with. Taking his entire fingers and desiring more.

“You like this? You want a second finger in your ass?”

“Uhh,” you hesitate, but Steve didn’t care. A second finger breaches your walls, and you scream out his name. There is a feeling of fullness that makes you want more. You have no doubt that Steve is going to push you to your limits, but you wanted him to. Wanted someone to make the decisions for you for a change.

“You close, baby. You right there? I feel your pussy fluttering around me.”

“Yes! Yes!” It feels so good that it is blinding. Euphoria starts to quickly drift through your body, and you know that your peak is just on the precipice. Breathing unsteady, and desperate for more of Steve.

“Good,” he growls, removing his fingers, denying you that sweet release. “We’re here.”

“Uhh!” You slap on the seat of the car, and Steve smacks your ass. “I didn’t get to come.”

“Oh, I know. Go ahead, and run inside. Wash your face off. Get in the shower. I’ve got a pretty little present for you to slip on. Quit your fucking pouting. You already came once. You don’t need another.”

“Yes, I do!” Another swat to your ass, and you sit up, glaring at him. Steve could be unusually cruel at times. But refusing you to come is the worst.

“Once was plenty. You need to learn to not be so fucking greedy. Now, go wash up. Your face is a fucking wreck. And when you look in the mirror, you just remember that I was the one that made you that way. Get out of the fucking car. I’ll see you inside in a minute,” you puff out irritated, and crawl out of the car. Like the cabin, it didn’t have neighbors. But this time you aren’t scared. You’re pissed.

If Steve wanted you to beg, you wouldn’t. Not now. Now you want him to suffer. You want him to want you just as much as you wanted him. It was beyond desperation. It is an obsession of needing him inside of you.

“Steve, this is a bad idea,” Sam warns his friend as Steve starts to get out. Sam knew how Steve was. But this is very different. He was even scaring him, and Sam isn’t sure what Steve’s endgame is. Was this his way of showing any true feelings?

“It’s perfect. If she wants to belong to me, it’s time for her to prove it,” there was no changing of Steve’s mind. Tonight would be the night, and he’ll deal with the consequences of his actions later.

“And this could be something that makes her retreat into herself. You’re doing too much.”

“Go home to your wife and kids, Sam. Dove will be fine. She’ll love it. And everyone will know exactly who she belongs to. They will know whose cock stretches her open every fucking day. It will happen. And no one can stop it.”

Sam looks at Steve through the rear view mirror. Nothing could change his mind when he was like this. He just hoped that Steve wouldn’t later regret it. “Does Bucky know?”

“Bucky wants to go home to his fiancé every night. What I do isn’t Bucky’s business unless he’s here. He’s not here to stop me. Dove is mine. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girl to ruin,” you are his, and no one could stop him. It was what had to be done. And it will be done.

You look at yourself in the mirror, trying to cover yourself up. He had to be joking. Steve is a menace, and he proved it daily, and this isn’t any difference. You can hear the tv on, and even smell food being cooked, but you didn’t want to walk out of this bedroom. Steve did remove your reason to think. He did decide everything for you. Down to this ridiculous outfit. But sometimes you did want to, and this is one of those times. Especially since you knew he was going to be fully covered.

“Dovey!” He shouts from another part of the house, and you open the bedroom door, wrapping your arms around your chest. “Dinner is ready, come on.”

“What is this?” Walking out into the house, you realize that you are alone with Steve. No guards. Just you and him. “What do you have me wearing?” He turns to look at you. His hungry eyes looking you up and down as he walks closer. Spreading your arms out wide, he spins you around. “Steve.”

“Oh, stop whining. You think I haven’t seen your tits before,” just to drive home his point his hand smooths over the sheer lace that makes up your top. Making your nipples pebble up with stimulation. You are ‘covered’ but only in material. The lace reveals every bit of your top. The shorts at least are solid around your core.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers behind your ear, and your arms relax, leaning more into him, his musky scent wafts up to your nose, and your body sets on fire. Becoming more comfortable with his tiny little praise. “And I like looking at what is mine,” ruined. “Don’t cover yourself up. Let’s eat.”

“Did you cook?” It seems like a silly question when you realize that there is no one else here. It’s obvious that he cooked. And even cleaned the kitchen up along the way. The table is even set, but it’s for one. His house is impeccably clean, and it’s something you should have expected with how particular he is.

“Yeah, surprise, I don’t just sell drugs. My tongue also can do more than lick your cunt,” giving you a wink, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the table.

“Where are you sitting?”

“At the table, in a chair,” he looks at you with confusion painting his eyes.

“What about me?”

A devilish smirk spreads across his face as he leads you into the dining area. Sitting in his chair before rubbing his hand on his thigh. “I’m a seat now, Dovey. Come on, darling, let's get you fed, and we’ll watch a movie before bed.”

“We’re just…just going to sleep? And I’m wearing this?” Why would he have you on display like this just to eat and get in the bed? He wanted to make sure you gave him very little to his imagination. He could see everything. Keeping it cold in here, so your nipples are hard and poking through your top.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Steve guides you to sit in his lap, and he picks up a forkful of food, holding it up for you to take a bite. “If you want something, little bird, you have to ask.”

“I thought — why am I wearing this?”

“I like the view,” he’s being a bit too coy, and definitely too innocent at this moment. There is more to his game, and you couldn’t figure it out. Except for that question, are you ready to beg.

“What if I want,” biting at your lip, you turn to look at him. Running your hand up his chest before giving him a sweet peck on his lips. “What if I want you?”

“You have me. Here I am,” he’s annoying, and knows exactly what you mean, but still he teases. “And you need to eat, and drink plenty of water.”

“I’m ready to beg.”

“And yet, still you’re not. Eat, Dovey. This isn’t a discussion. It’s what you will do, and then you’re going to let your stomach settle, while you continue to hydrate, and then maybe I’ll see if you’ll actually beg. And you don’t have to say you’re ready to beg. There’s other ways to ask that you want my fat cock in your sweet little pussy,” he takes a bite of food himself, grinning as he watches you try and figure out what to say.

“But you won’t let me say the F word.”

“Mmm, making love? Having sex? Taking your virginity? Not everything has to be filthy fucking. One day you’ll understand,” like Steve would ever do anything but fuck you like a filthy whore. “Eat,” he gives you a smile, and his hand that’s behind you, slowly caresses your back.

You shudder at how soft and tender it is. Gulping as you take another bite from his fork. He could be tender. Loving almost. Slick floods to your core with every soft touch that Steve gives you. Tonight would be the night that you beg and give yourself completely to Steve Rogers.

If this man can show this amount of softness, while still telling you what to do, he could have you. Every part of you. You would let him destroy and own you.

Steve looks down at you, snuggling up to his chest, and your hand rubs along the lowest part of his stomach. It feels somewhat normal, although foreign. As much as he tried to break you, there is still this soft innocence to you. You reveled in his debauchery, and still craved this sickeningly sweet moment of watching a movie, and touching him. Cuddling up against him.

You are so relaxed, a leg was thrown over his lap. You laugh at the appropriate times. And fuck, when you look up at him seeing if he was paying attention, it drove him mad. It isn’t sexual, but it’s intimate. It’s something Steve has never felt. Never had in possession, and you are giving it to him freely.

Sure, he’s fucked more women than he can count, but they were all disposable. They never got past the sex before he was shoving them out of his bed. You were showing him who he was before, and what he craved the most. Refusing for far too long to try and get it because it made him soft.

He stiffens underneath you, realizing that you were making him soft. He didn’t mind keeping you with him, but this wasn’t sexual. This seems normal. Healthy. And since when was Steve healthy or normal? When did he allow himself to have this? It was when he realized he didn’t want you hurt.

Working for your innocence made him want you that much more. You wanted it, and feared it. You need him and hate him. You want to learn more, but not too fast. You trusted him, and still had that tiny sliver of hesitance.

You wiggle in closer to him, and he glances down, to see he’s petting you. His hand literally moves up and down your back in comfort. Keeping you warm, and you are wanting more. This isn’t who he is. He isn’t the boyfriend. He’s the owner. And yet you are controlling him just by being you. He didn’t hate it. But he fears it. Fears your power over him.

“Dovey?”

“Mmm?” You sit up excitedly. Your eyes are half lidded, and he can see the desire and lust in the deep pools of your pupils. No wonder your hand slipped under his pants earlier. You have the sweetest way of initiating sex.

“What is it Steve?” Curiosity and nervousness laces your voice. “Steve? Sir?” Little minx, trying to entice him even more with that pet name. Trying to switch into subspace. If you wanted him, you had to prove it. He cracks his neck, ready to get the long night started.

“I want to try something with you, okay?”

“Okay,” he pulls you onto his lap fully. Your legs straddle him, and he forces you to grind on him. Backwards and forwards, moaning with the feel of his throbbing bulge under you. “Stevie?” He growls, gripping tighter to your ass. Giving your jaw a little nip. “I don’t like calling you sir.”

“Stevie is not very threatening.”

“So it’s just for me to fear you?”

“Do you not?” He tilts his head to the side, searching your eyes. His grip loosening, and your body is fully grinding on top of him. You have settled your core closer to him, and he feels every bit of your warmth. Cursing himself for not just making you walk around naked. “Dovey, do I scare you?”

“Sometimes,” you answer in earnest. “I don’t know what parts of you scare me anymore.”

“Explain, and don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” there is something different about Steve right now. You aren’t sure if he’s playing a game, or if he’s being sincere. Maybe while his cock is being stimulated, you get to see the real him.

“I’m scared of you hurting me.”

“Physically or…?”

“Physically, I enjoy it,” you shouldn’t. It’s wrong, but you can’t help how the terror he gives you turns you on. Makes you crave him more. “You’re gonna leave me once I give you that part of me.”

“No. I told you, Dovey, I want to own you. Knowing that I am the only man that has ever corrupted you.”

“But that’s just my pussy. What about my heart?”

This is not where he wanted this conversation to go. He didn’t want to think about your emotions right now. He couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever. “You’re…what we have isn’t love, little bird.”

“But…it could be?” Steve responds with a shrug. Things are getting too deep. It was nearly time, and he couldn’t have things go in this order. “I guess that’s good enough.”

“I promise no harm will come to you. And I can promise that I will satisfy you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed of, but if you need me to be your Prince Charming, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m no knight in shining armor. I’m a drug lord with a short temper.”

“But you want me?”

“No, darling,” he settles back into the couch, his hands go up your shirt, and he fondles your breasts. Deep laboring breaths while he stares up at you, “I need you. Not having you isn’t an option. Call me, Captain.”

“Captain,” you whimper, circling your hips so hard over him. He moans. Squeaking out your name, and heat bursts onto your core. “Steve?”

“Don’t stop calling me Captain, until I’m finished with you. Yes, your filthy little show made me come in my pants. I won’t be fucking you right now,” your lip trembles as he stands up. Holding onto you when he walks you into an almost empty room. A massage table set up with some form of contraption you didn’t recognize, and in the middle of the floor lays a long mirror.

He stands you up on the floor, and tugs at your shorts. Holding your hand for you to step out of them before removing your shirt. “Down on your knees, and straddle the mirror,” you stare at him for a moment, but when he snaps his fingers you do as he says.

“I need you to understand your body, Dovey. I’m going to have some fun with your cunt, and you’re going to watch it. Stop whining. You see that tight little hole in between your legs has got me in a chokehold. I can’t think properly when I’m around you, and you’re not begging,” he gets down to his knees, and his hand goes in between your legs. Spreading out your lips so you can see the innocence that he wants to own.

“Don’t take your eyes off your cunt, okay?”

“It’s yours, Captain,” Steve moans as his hand flows down to your entrance, smiling at your reflection before he pushes in three fingers. You may sniffle, but you keep looking. Watching the way he stretches you out. How simple motions make your arousal drip down onto your reflection.

“You were made for me, Dovey,” he moans, his motions going faster. “You’re so reactive for me. You want me?”

“I need you,” you mewl, and he drives in harder. Deeper. Curling his fingers to hit that magical spot. Pressure tightens up in your core, and you can’t hold on any longer. Your pussy gushes out below you. “I need you, Captain! Captain!” No amount of screaming was making him fuck you. Only his hand. Forever his hand.

“I need more!” Steve pounds harder, and your body heats up. Sweat beads around your face, and you start dipping lower. Legs going weak. “I need more, Captain!”

Reaching into his pocket, you start crawling away. “No! Steve, don’t!”

“Shh, Dovey, you wanted more,” Steve hums, holding tight to your leg. Pulling out his gun, he runs the cold metal around your backside. “Stay very still.”

“Is it loaded?”

“Do you think I’d have an unloaded gun in my pocket?” You hold yourself still as he drags the piece through your folds. “Tonight, you’re going to prove just how fucking loyal you are to me,” you would prove it. You would make him proud. “And if you didn’t like it why are you so wet?” He grunts, the tip rubbing your clit. He pulls the pistol away from you, and your sticky honey creates strings of slick to the tool.

Slowly he eases the gun back to your center, pulling it back to your entrance. “Count to three.”

“One,” Steve bites his lip, watching your reflection. You are terrified, and still submitting to his sick fantasy. Willing to do whatever he wanted to prove you are worthy to be his girl.

“Two,” without warning he pushes the gun inside you, and you let out the most surreal moan. Your velvety walls stretch around the piece, and you cry out at the intrusion. “Aww, look at you. You can see where it is inside of you. You see it?”

You couldn’t miss the bulging line up your belly. Why did this feel good? Why did you want him to go harder? “I’m gonna be deeper,” his hand traces the bulge, going up further before pressing up against your belly, “I’m gonna be right here. Rearranging your fucking insides.”

“Captain! I need you! I’m begging! Please, please! I wanna feel you!” Steve fully settles himself behind you. Keeping a hand on his gun, but positions his crotch right at the handle. “Captain!”

“Fuck yourself. Pretend it’s me. How are you going to handle me, Dovey?” You start rocking yourself back onto him. Taking the gun even deeper, “Keep watching. Don’t stop.”

Pushing yourself back into him, you can almost envision that you are taking him. Having him. All of him. But he’s going to be deeper. Settled so deep into you that you feel pressure in your belly. “Good fucking girl. There ya go. You like that? You like fucking my gun?”

“Yeah. Yes,” you start panting out. “I need you.”

“You have me.”

“All of you. All!” You push back harder, smiling when you spill even more onto the mirror. Each movement makes Steve more feral and needy for you. “All of!” It shouldn’t feel this good. You had taken all of his gun, but it still wasn’t deep enough. Even though your toes are curling, and you feel the ultimate high of release, you wanted him.

“All of you! Captain! Captain!”

“Fuck yeah,” he moans, watching your cream coat his gun. “Tell me, you’ll do anything for me.”

“Anything, I just want you!” Dropping his gun on the mirror, he stands up. Picking you up off the floor, he walks over to the bed. You had hoped you’d be in Steve’s giant bed for the first time, but maybe he didn’t want the mess.

Laying you down, he crawls over your body. Locking your arms down by your side with his thighs. Straddling you in a way to trap you. “Dovey, this is going to hurt.”

“What are you doing?” His hand turns your head to the side, and he kisses a spot between your neck and collarbone. His tongue paints circles over the sensitive area, and you allow him to hold you even tighter.

“If you hold still, it’ll go faster. Loki! She’s ready.”

“Steve?” A tall man walks into the room, and flips on the machine. Sitting on a stool, he scoots closer. “Steve!”

“You got her? The tattoo will be raised if I go too deep,” what? Tattoo? Steve holds tighter to your head, cooing down at you. “Well, ain’t that sweet? Buttering her up before you make her wear your mark permanently.”

“Don’t! Please, Steve, don’t!” Even though you kick your legs, your upper body doesn’t move. Not with Steve’s weight keeping you in place. Tiring yourself out, but you didn’t know what else to do, but to fight. “Please!”

“You said anything, Dovey. Go on. I’ve got her. It’s happening whether you like it or not. Hold fucking still, Dovey. Prove you’re mine, and I will give you the fucking world. Loki!” The hum of the tattoo gun starts, and you scream out when the needle pierces your skin. Marking you up for all to see. Claiming you as Steve’s once and for all. You didn’t mean this. He was going to get to walk away, but you were forever going to be seen as his property.

Screaming, crying, grunting. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this pain, and the physical pain didn’t feel as bad as the deep betrayal you feel. The fear is no longer sexy like before. It is you completely giving yourself up to him. Like you were never going to see another light of day without his permission.

Your screams turn into sobs of agony as Loki shades in your tattoo. You didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for him. He forced his way into your life, and all you wanted was to stay awake to study. “You’re almost finished, darling.”

You didn’t care. No soothing words could ever make up for this. “There, there,” he sighs, watching Loki clean you up, and cover the tattoo. He leans down to kiss up your tear stained cheeks.

“Let me go,” you say calmly. “I don’t want to look at you.”

“Dovey, this is what you agreed to.”

“You didn’t give me a choice! Ever. I can’t look at you, Steve. Let me go. Let. Me. Go. Let me go! Let me go!”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, but you start flailing around. “You belong to me. Go in the bedroom, and pitch your fit. You’ll understand once the adrenaline has worn off.”

“I am naked, and tired, and I’m in pain! And you think I’m pitching a fit? Let me go, please!” All it takes is that word, and Steve crawls off you. Standing in front of Loki while you dash to the bedroom. Slamming the door shut, and locking it. You spot his phone, and run to it. He would have his number. And he would pay.

Bucky bursts through the door of Steve’s house, and marches right to Steve who is sitting in a sofa chair, watching your door. Lifting him up by the collar, he throws him up against a wall, and Steve chuckles. “You fucking marked her?”

“She’s mine. Now everyone knows.”

“You put a permanent mark on her skin, and you fucked her with a gun? What the hell is wrong with you Steve? That girl is willing to give everything to you, no questions asked, and…”

“She did! She told me anything, so it was my right to show her and everyone else who she fucking belongs to. She is mine, and I can do whatever the hell I please with her. Look at it,” he flicks his head towards a table, but Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off him.

“Her cum is dried on my gun. She came on my gun. She loved it, and watched every disgusting second of it.”

“You used her in a vulnerable state! You…”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do with her. She is mine!” Steve doesn’t have to try and fight back. He lets Bucky think he has this moment. For now.

“Yeah? And where is she, Steven?” Bucky flattens his forewarn against Steve’s neck, laughing. “You have her, and she’s so terrified of you that she locked you out. Used your phone to call me. You sick fucking bastard! She was right there, willing to give you everything. She lets you use her and lets others watch you do it. But this is too fucking far. I can’t…”

“Then quit,” Bucky’s weight shifts slightly, and Steve pushes him off. “No one wants you here. All you care about is your basket case,” Steve’s head slings to the side, and he rubs his cheek where Bucky backhanded him. The metallic taste of his blood fills his mouth, and he grits his teeth as he turns back to look at Bucky.

“Don’t talk about my fiancé like that!”

“I no longer want you watching Dove. I’ll have Loki assigned to her, or she’ll be with me. Your services are no longer needed. Whatever is left at the club belongs to me. You wanted your life with your neurotic freak show, have at it. Don’t come near me or mine ever again.”

“You’re gonna regret this, Steve. You just remember who was loyal to you. And you know what? Fuck you,” spinning on his heels, Bucky stomps back outside, flipping Steve’s house off for good measure before he goes home. Where he belongs.

Steve wipes at his mouth before turning towards the door, giving your current room a knock, “Dovey?”

“Go away, Steve.”

“You can’t stay mad at me forever. You eventually have to eat.”

“I’d rather starve than to see you again,” you hug your legs up against your chest, letting your tears paint the pillows with smeared mascara. It was the first time Steve would ever put this amount of fear on you. He would never get the chance ever again.

“Fine. Die a fucking virgin. You’ll come out though. And I’ll be waiting.”

You didn’t care. He could wait forever. Let his empire crumble. You would never look at Steve Rogers ever again. You’d never forgive him. Never ever.

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