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let-me-love-you-loki · 5 months

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 7

TRIGGER WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE

Chapter 7: After Rampage (Still)

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Sammy hissed as he stalked into the room. The sound of my heart monitor beeped with an ever-quickening pace. I felt nauseous. Terror swept through me. I thought I was going to wet myself.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Anna shouted as she stepped into the space between me and Sammy. “Go! Before I call the cops.”

Sammy sneered and reached out. His hand landed hard on Anna’s shoulder, pushing her deftly aside. Her foot caught on the wheel of my IV stand, and she went tumbling. There was a sickening sort of thud as her cheek contacted the side of the chair by the bed. I wanted to look. I wanted to make sure that my best friend was okay, but I was too terrified to look away from Sammy. I knew that if I did, whatever beating he had in mind for me just then would only get a thousand times worse.

“Get up,” he said through his teeth. His fingers flexed at his side. He wanted to hit me. He wanted to grab me by the hair and drag me out of the hospital. He wanted to yank me from the bed so hard that there were fingerprint bruises on my biceps for weeks. I watched his eyes flash with rage at the knowledge that he couldn’t. Instead, he snatched up the clothes I’d been wearing at the arena and threw them at me. “Get dressed. We have a flight to catch.”

The sound of the heart monitor was so loud in my ears. It was like I couldn’t hear anything else. It was the only sound left in the whole world. Any moment now my heart would tear straight through my ribs and flop onto the floor. Vomit crawled up the back of my throat and my fingers trembled as I tried to separate out the clothes clutched against my chest.

“My God, you’re so stupid, Morgan,” Sammy spat as he yanked the clothes from my fingers. Fabric tore as he found the shirt and shorts. “Here. Now get dressed.”

I watched him take a step backward, and for one brief moment thought that he was going to step outside or at least turn away. Even though I knew better. Even though I knew that there was nothing in Sammy Guevara that would afford me any sense of dignity. I was still stupid enough to have hope.

“Don’t you dare,” Anna said from the floor. The linoleum squeaked as she pushed herself to her feet. “If you lay one finger on her I will personally rip your guts out.”

Sammy turned toward Anna, a faint grin spreading over his face as he watched her struggle to regain her balance. A flash of worry burned through me. Had he given her a concussion, too?

“I’m sick of you always being in our business, Jay.” He took a step toward her before he changed his mind. He shoved my shorts at me. “I thought I told you to get dressed.”

I could feel my shoulders slump as my body curved in on itself in any attempt to make myself invisible. My fingers shook as I took the shorts from him and pulled them on under the hospital gown. A wave of nausea rolled through me. I clenched my teeth together to keep from puking. The world tilted around me.

Vice-like fingers gripped my jaw. The pain momentarily jerked me back to reality. Sammy squeezed hard. I knew there would be bruises later.

“Ahem,” Anna cleared her throat from the doorway. Without either of us knowing, she had slipped away and gotten a nurse. And hospital security.

Sammy’s face blurred with something between rage and resignation. As if he could sense that there were others behind him besides Anna. Something brutal slipped into his eyes before he turned around.

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the security officer said. I glanced up and fought the urge to cry in gratitude. “Please come with me.”

Sammy’s voice took on that quality he had when he was trying to make himself look good. “I’m sorry? I’m just here to pick up my girlfriend. She’s being discharged.”

The nurse crossed her arms and stared him down like she had no fear. “No, she isn’t. She’s staying for several days for observation.”

I felt the anger as Sammy’s muscles tightened in rage. He hated being challenged, much less by a woman. “I was told she was being discharged. Just a bump on the head.”

The security officer stepped forward, placing himself square in front of Anna and the nurse. “This is your final warning, sir. Come with me or we will call the police.”

“Of course,” Sammy said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. He turned back toward me and cradled his hand behind my head, leaning down as if he were going to give me a kiss. His fingers tightened against the spot where he’d cracked my head against the wall. There was venom in his voice when he spoke, low enough the others couldn’t hear. “When you leave here, we’ll have a talk about your behavior, Morgan.”

***

“Why is it so hard to find a hospital?” Bryan swore from behind the wheel of his rental car. Moxley sat in the passenger seat, head back and eyes closed. “You’re a shit navigator, Jon.”

Moxley chuckled but didn’t look over. “This thing has a GPS in it. You know that, right?”

“Fuck off.” The words came out with a razor’s edge of frustration, even if they were a little affectionate. Bryan had a sense of dread in his chest. It had taken them forever to get Doc Sampson to tell him what hospital they’d taken Morgan to. In the end, it had been Bryan basically breaking down about the guilt he felt that convinced the head of AEW medical to spill the location.

“It’s right there,” Moxley said, pointing in front of them even without opening his eyes. “Next left.”

Bryan hit the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “You know where we were going the whole time?”

“You needed time to cool off. Otherwise, they would have thrown you out.” Moxley stretched out as far as he could in the cramped front seat, reaching out to crack his knuckles. “Now. You’re going to behave in there. And if that little shit is in there, we’re going to say hi to Morgan and turn right back around—”

“Like hell we are!” Bryan shouted at his friend.

“—and plan his murder,” Moxley finished, his brow heavy with a hateful frown. “If Tony lets me in the ring with that motherfucker, I’m going to break his neck. Not like Edge neck but break it so he can’t ever walk again. In a wheelchair being spoon fed by an ugly Russian guy for the rest of his life. No coming back from it broken.”

As they got out of the car and walked toward the entrance of the hospital, Bryan slapped him hard on the shoulder. “I really do like the way you think.”

***

Anna stretched out on her side in the hospital bed beside me. The nurse had been furious when she’d learned what had happened with Sammy. She’d checked Anna for a concussion or any other injury and then gave me something to calm my nerves. A little while later, the security guard came back and told me that Sammy had been barred from the building.

“I wish I could make this go away,” Anna said quietly. She reached out and touched the curve of my jaw where Sammy’s fingers had left vivid red marks. I saw her eyes flick up to my hairline, where a series of scars were hidden by my hair. “I wish I could make him go away.”

It felt like the world was moving slowly. I blinked and it seemed like I’d fallen asleep for years. “He’ll never go away,” I slurred. “It’s going to be like this until he kills me.”

My head felt heavy and thick. It was so hard to think. “Soon,” I whispered as something like sleep started descending over me. “It’ll happen soon.”

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Moxley got to the door first. As furious as he was with Guevara, he knew that Bryan was thermonuclear. It was in both of their best interest for him to be the one to do the recon work to ensure that neither of them ended up in jail. He knocked softly resting his shoulder on the wall beside the door. He stood where he could see inside, ready to block Bryan from jumping Guevara the first chance he had.

He let out a heavy breath when Anna Jay was the one to answer the door. “What do you think you’re doing here?” she asked incredulously, her voice a low hiss.

Bryan appeared by Moxley’s shoulder and leveled a look at Anna. Anna stepped aside.

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somethingsketchy3 · 2 years

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“Come to heaven with me, Demon.”

- yours to tame by @newtonsheffield (Moomin_94)

As the first kanthony AU that hooked me, I am very excited to see the whole story :)

#yours to tame #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kanthony #kanthony fanart #bridgerton #vampire au #kanthony au

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theadvisorsimage · 2 years

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This was supposed to be out sooooooooo long ago but I got caught up in playing another game, so the pictures got stuck on my ps4, but I finally got around to them

Hey, @crystaline323 *waves* I think you might want to see this 🤣😉 enjoy!

#ignis scientia #ignis thirst #the advisors image #final fantasy #final fantasy xv #he is hot #fucking hot #holy fuck #gaming #hot as hell #the middle of the night #yours to tame #crave his taste #call his name

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lucabyte · 1 month

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sorry loop if this looks gay to the viewers

#[deranged asexual artist voice] i can eroticise nulls in ways your mortal mind cannot begin to comprehend (i pick an appeal point and pray)#sifloop #in stars and time #in stars and time fanart #isat #isat fanart #isat siffrin #isat loop #siffrin #lucabyteart #HAVE I DRAWN IN THE SAME ARTSTYLE TWICE YET. GOD. WHY AM I LIKE THIS. WHAT IS THIS. WHERE AM I. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MOE BLOBS? ?#anyway. you guys thought the stupid chest star headcanon from my doodles was going away? nope. call me chekov baybeeee #jokes aside though this is sooooo tame. hope you all like it lol #also . loop body horror feetie pyjamas . my infinitely worse headcanon. there are NO DOGS here actually. SAD!

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months

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Hanguang-Jumpkick

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #lan wangji #blood #This was supposed to be no.69 but I forgot that I don't number the bonus episodes B*( In my heart it's 69.#LWJ hasn't had dialogue in 10+ comics but that's because his mouth has been busy biting and ripping and tearing into flesh #He and LXC never fought as children so he has all this pent up rough and tumble energy he needs to let out #A LWJ does not hunt for sport. A untamed LWJ hunts to protect his territory and a tamed one hunts on command #however it is very hard to get the loyalty of a LWJ. One must prove themselves worthy by demonstrating acts of standing up for justice #once a LWJ chooses you then he will stay by your side forever.#He will need daily nutrients in the form of head pets. Do not let him starve #I had a lot of alternates for the third panel line. Hanguang-jun-jitsu. Going for the Hanguang-jugular. Hanguang-judge jury and executioner #Hanguang-june means Hanguang-jokes

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iamnmbr3 · 8 months

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So you know the scene at the end of The Taming of The Shrew where they have that stupid competition to see whose wife is most obedient? Can you imagine if other Shakespeare characters were there?

Ophelia: You called, My Lord?

Hamlet: No I didn’t. Why are you here when nobody likes you? Go away!

Petruchio: Even I think that’s mean.

Romeo: Go find Juliet and ask her if she would come here and tell her she has the most beautiful eyes, that make the very sun seem dull, and the loveliest hair and a face that puts to shame Aphrodite herself...oh and bring her this sonnet I wrote her...and actually I’ll go find her myself for I can’t bear to be apart from her another moment!

Petruchio: …

Petruchio: … Yeah he’s not coming back. Next!

Coriolanus: Go find my wife and ask her to come here and also ask her if she's seen Aufidius. Actually, have you seen Aufidius...or heard any news of him?

Servant: No I haven't… Is there a name or a description I could use to find your wife?

Coriolanus: Hold on. I know this one.

Petruchio: Wow... We’ll come back to you. Next!

Orlando: I refuse to participate in this farce. It’s demeaning to women.

“Ganymede”: Nonsense! Any real man (which I totally am) wants women to obey him without question!

Orlando: That’s wrong! That’s not being a “real man”; that’s just being a bully. I would never treat Rosalind that way and I hope no one else would either!

“Ganymede”: … You pass the test.

Orlando: What?

"Ganymede": What?

Benedick: HEY BEATRICE!

Beatrice from 3 rooms away: WHAT?

Benedick: CAN YOU COME HERE A SECOND?

Beatrice: WHY?

Benedick: SOME MAN HERE WANTS TO SEE IF YOU’RE OBEDIENT.

Beatrice: WHY ARE YOU PERPETUATING THE OBJECTIFICATION OF WOMEN INSTEAD OF PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE?

Benedick: YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT TO COME HERE AND SHOW OFF YOUR OBEDIENCE? I AM SHOCKED AND HEARTBROKEN!

Beatrice: HA. HA. SO HILARIOUS.

Beatrice: … HE STILL DOESN’T SOUND VERY PUNCHED IN THE FACE. I SUGGEST YOU FIX THAT UNLESS YOU WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH FOREVER!

Benedick: ON IT!

Benedick *rolling up his sleeves*: Isn’t she great?

#Petruchio: Why are you rolling up your sleeves? You’re not just going to let some woman tell you what to— *gets hit right in the jaw*#Benedick: She is not *punch* “some woman”! *punch* She’s *punch* Beatrice! *punch*#Benedick: WAS THAT ENOUGH DARLING?#Beatrice: YEAH! SOUNDS GOOD #Petruchio to “Ganymede”: YOU'RE a man after my own heart. Will you help me up?#“Ganymede”: I am neither a man nor after any heart but Orlando's. *punches him while he still is trying to work that out*#Coriolanus: We’re fighting? Who are we fighting? Is it Aufidius?#listen. after they get together Beatrice and Benedick are THAT couple and they absolutely make that everyone's problem #humor #Shakespeare #Shakespearean shenanigans #the taming of the shrew #much ado about nothing #hamlet #Coriolanus #As you like it #gen

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months

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Your Mark On Me, Part 3

Summary: you keep pushing his buttons...

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, degradation, dirty talk, non con/dub con, spanking, inspecting, spitting, fingering, squirting, oral sex (F receiving), skinny dipping, pussy job, just the tip, a bit of cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.1K

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*Tattooed Steve edit by @randomagnes0210

*Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You take a long look out the window, your eyes casting around in every direction until you see him. Bucky gives you a cheeky grin, holding up his hand, and you back away from the window, hiding yourself. Annoyed at not even being able to walk around in your panties in your apartment if you wanted to. He was always going to tell Steve. You couldn’t escape him. And staying cooped up in your apartment was thoroughly starting to piss you off.

It was supposed to be your break in between semesters, and you should be having fun. But no. Instead your every move is followed. You have a feeling Bucky even writes down what you do with time stamps just to let Steve know. He was there when you wake up, there when you leave your apartment, and even there when you go to sleep.

Did he sleep? Was he going to go crazy with a lack of sleep? You pace around the apartment, tempted to open your curtain, and put on a show for Bucky, just to piss Steve off. It’s what he deserved after he did what he did.

When he did what he did…

You hadn’t stopped thinking about that night. The moment when you had forgotten about everything around you, and just let him take you to a different world. A world of blinding pleasure. You had forgotten your name. There has been a numbness in you since that night. And you wanted him to help you live again, and also feared the things he was making you feel.

You ignored the frequent text messages from Steve. At night the messages got filthier, and you wanted to scream in your pillow. While his face was buried between your thighs, and he was doing whatever he did with his tongue, and even his teeth.

“No!” You scream out loud as your hands start to shake. What was wrong with you? Why was you letting this man lead you to temptation and right to a shortcut to hell?

You wanted him. You feared him. You hated him. You need him to…to do something. You didn’t want to say it, and couldn’t say it. This was new. All of it was new, and you didn’t understand Steve’s strong obsession with you. You! You? What was so special about you? Why did he want you? What was his end goal? Was it only to fuck you and then leave?

Taking another look out the window just to find Bucky in the same spot, sucking on a cigarette. He would know, Bucky knew everything. Putting on some coffee you leave your apartment, and walk out to Bucky, who stands up straight immediately. Hand at the phone in his pocket while he looks at you questioningly.

“Don’t call him,” Bucky struggles with your request. You were not where you were supposed to be. You hadn’t even left this town, and ventured back home. “Have some coffee with me. I feel bad that you’re out here all alone, all day and all night. It isn’t fair.”

“I have my orders,” his hand still taps along his pocket, and the last thing you want is for him to call Steve. You couldn’t handle Steve being in your home, and your place of peace.

“Some coffee would be good for you, come on,” you go to reach for his hand, but he stands up completely straight, and his eyes fix behind you. “I’m sorry.”

“Dove, you should know by now not to touch me; ever. Especially without him present. I’m running out of lives, and I don’t want to die today,” you give a little bite to your lip, your feet shuffling around nervously, wondering if you had pushed too far. You weren’t an idiot, even if you wanted to play as such.

Bucky wants to roll his eyes at just how perfect you are for Steve. How you had enough fight in you to keep things interesting, but also his undying love for innocence. For the chase, and you were running; sprinting away from him even if your body was yelling for him to come back. You just weren't so fast enough that Steve couldn’t catch you. “Fine. Coffee, but you deal with the consequences.”

“Consequences? For having coffee?” Oh you did love to play this silly little girl game. Judging by the swishing around of your thighs, you knew exactly what the consequences would be.

He leans close enough into you, whispering just slightly off from your ear, “Don’t play dumb, little bird,” before heading straight towards your building. “So?” He pauses, turning to look at you when you don’t move. “Are we having coffee?”

“Yes,” you answer with such certainty that it scares you.

“I see why he likes her,” Bucky mumbles, waiting for you to take the lead. He didn’t have to contact Steve. Steve would look down at his phone, and see that Bucky was in your apartment. Would see Bucky in your space, but with you. Alone. He could already feel Steve’s anger prickling on his skin once he realized where he was, and just who he was with. You were just dangerous enough to yourself, but also for Steve.

“So…what’s yours and Steve’s story?” You pour him his coffee, sitting at the bar, and push out a chair for him. He doesn’t take the chair, but instead lifts himself up on the counter. “You and him seem to go back further than him and Sam.”

“Steve trusts very few people. Sam and I are two of them. But you are correct in thinking that Steve and I have known each other longer. Sam has been more than loyal to the both of us,” your head tilts to the side, listening to Bucky. It was almost normal. Steve was anything but safe though. However, he had people that believed in something. Believed in him and whatever empire he was building.

“Why drugs?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he gives you a wink. Lifting his arm up to look at his watch with a smirk. “Why were you buying?”

“You know why. I needed to stay up to cram for finals. Math isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he cocks a brow up, while he drinks his coffee, and you almost feel guilty for staring at him. It was silly because you weren’t with Steve. You could look at whoever you pleased.

“Have you ever tried any other drugs?” Shaking your head rapidly, you cast your eyes to anything in the kitchen. Making silly notes about what you needed to do to keep it clean. Wondering where the cameras were in here. “Was that your first time?”

“Yes. I’ve always just taken my medication as it’s prescribed.”

“Ever been drunk?” You had piqued his interest. Bucky was just wasting time because Steve was already enroute, and he was about to be yelled at, but you were getting far more than screams. “Hmm?”

“No,” your voice whispers, and you dare to look back up at him. “I just recently became of age.”

“Wait…you’ve never had anything to drink?” You shake your head no. There couldn't’ be that much that you had missed from getting drunk. Alcohol stunk, and it was illegal for you to have consumed before now. “Wow, you really are…”

You jump off the stool, your mug shattering on the tile as Steve bursts through the door. His nostrils flaring, and his skin looked like it was on fire with the way his muscles are tensing up. Backing up from him with every step he takes closer to you.

Taking his eyes off you only to glare at Bucky, “I’ll deal with you later. Dovey,” he tsks, turning to look at you. He is too calm with his words, but the way he slung that door open, he was anything but calm. He was pissed off at you.

“You’ve been a bad bad girl,” you can only squeak, as you look around the apartment. “We both know there's no hiding places in here. I’ve looked at the blueprints, little bird. Where are you gonna run to?”

“Steve, don’t,” you gulp, flinching away as he tries to grab you.

“Do you remember what I told you about your tears?” You shake your head no. You couldn’t think. There is a searing light in your eyes and loud ringing in your ears that was keeping you from thinking straight. He had mentioned something about tears, but exactly what you can’t recall.

“When you cry all I can think about is splitting you open for the first time. It will hurt, Dovey. You will cry, and I will lick the tears off your cheeks, as I wait for that tight little cunt to stop screaming from the stretch.’

“Steve, please,” you tremble, but he moans in return. He mistook your pleads as begging. “I’m not begging!”

“And I’m not asking,” you scream as you dart past him, but his inky hand grabs onto your wrist, pulling you into his hard chest, and nearly knocking the breath out of you. Covering your wails with his hand as he hauls you over to the couch.

Letting himself sit down before he lays your belly over his lap. “I am thankful that you wear skirts,” hearing the malice in his voice only makes your entire body shiver with anticipation of what is coming next. “Bucky, close the door, while I have a chat with my little bird.”

“Steve, I’m sorry,” you hiccup. Wiggling around, you try to get off his lap, but it wasn’t helping. “I don’t know what I did…Bucky?”

“Don’t call for him. He protects you when I’m not around, he doesn’t protect you from me. Did he or did he not say you would have consequences for being alone with him?” You whimper as you nod your head, and you get a swift smack on your ass. “Words, Dove.”

“Yes, sir,” tears start flowing down your face, and it just angers you. This stupid man that rushed into your life has you draped over his lap like a toddler, and was intent in spanking you.

“And not only did you bring him in here with you alone, you then had the audacity to talk about me, hmm?” You don’t answer fast enough, and he smacks you again, but this time on the other cheek. Flattening his hand out, he rubs over the stinging skin.

“I didn’t…I-I-I didn’t know.”

“If you want to know anything about me, then you better fucking ask me. That sneaky bullshit will not fly with me. Do you understand?” Another smack on your ass with an even more soothing rub this time. “Can you fucking hear?” One more slap.

“Yes, sir. I under…understand. No!” He places his elbow on your back as he lifts up your skirt. Chuckling when each hand pulls apart your cheeks. “Steve, stop! Don’t look! Don’t!”

“Why not, Dovey?” He moans, leaning down closer he inhales deeply. What you assume was a pinky finger flicks up and down your cotton covered slit. “Your cunt is crying for me. Just as hard as those pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks. You know why we work, Dovey? I enjoy this just as much as you do.”

“I don’t,” he has your panties pulled down in one second. Each hand stretching your cheeks wide as he gazes at your virgin hole. Everything is too quiet as he stares at you in the most vulnerable state you have ever been in. Sure that Bucky was watching your core as hard as Steve.

Seconds go by that feels like hours. And then a drip of Steve’s saliva flows through your lips. “You’re a fucking liar,” his voice cutting deep inside of you. “Why are you lying? That tight light hole is clenching, Dove. She wants a big cock to fuck her so hard and deep, huh? Hehe,” he looks up at Bucky, pulling you even further apart.

“See, Buck. She’s throbbing just thinking about me fucking her. Look,” Bucky has been a target of Steve’s anger many times. And there was no right answer here. Steve would be offended if he didn’t look. “Dove, I’m going to fuck you so deep you feel me in your belly.”

“Oh,” Bucky tries to sound interested as your walls flutter around nothing. Searching for something to squeeze tightly. Pulsing in vain. But something more catches his eyes, “How are you going to fit in there?”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” he spits down to your center again as two fingers roam through your slick. Coating themselves in your juices, and you clench your eyes close. Biting on your lip as he plunges two thick fingers into your warmth, and you lift your head up sobbing his name.

“That’s just two fingers, pretty girl,” pumping his fingers in and out of you he moans at the sound of your wetness. Lewd squelching sounds scream into the quiet apartment. “See how easy I fit in there when you have a sloppy cunt like this? It’s because I am made for you, and this is my pussy. I wish you could see your pussy cling onto my fingers. She doesn't’ want to let me go. She is weeping out onto your legs just thinking about me, Dovey.”

He speeds up his motions, curling his fingers and he hits a spot inside of you that makes orbs of fuzzy light pop up in your vision. Sounds you have never heard before leak out of your mouth, and your body chases his fingers. Reacting and needing him to stay deep inside of you. And you seek out him to constantly fill you whole.

Hugging his digits so tightly that you can’t help but to pant out his name, “I know, baby. It’s what you’ve needed. You needed to be punished for acting like a sneaky bitch. But it gets you so worked up. Your body craves this attention. Has been begging for this, huh? You like this, Dovey?”

My god, you loved it. Thoughts just didn’t even register because of the paralyzing pleasure. You just take it. Take every bit of his fingers. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as he scissors himself deep inside of you. Pressing a thumb on your clit, and you speak in tongue.

Euphoria you have never felt. Your cum coats his fingers, but it only eggs him on. Going harder into you. The only thing for you to hold is his leg, and you dig your fingers into him. He hisses as he pounds into you. Not stopping until you're screaming his name, and you squirt out your release. And Steve moans, delighted at how messy you are.

“Good fucking girl!” Jerking his fingers out, he grabs you at the hips. Lifting your bottom up to him, and he buries himself between your thighs. Laving and slurping up every bit of your release. Moaning at your tastes as he sucks every bit of it up.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but as soon as it starts, he stops. Steve pulls apart your body, and stares at the tiny gape of your hole. You could take so much more, and he was tempted to add a third finger next time. But he wanted more than anything for you to cry when he bottoms out into you. Addicted to something he hadn’t properly got to experience. And that was all of you.

His sight never leaves your cunt as he tells Bucky to pack you a bag because the two of you were going on a short little trip. Bucky nods, knowing exactly where Steve was going to take you. He whispers a prayer for you. If Steve had it his way he was going to fuck this ‘brat’ right out of you.

Bucky wouldn’t call you a brat, but you knew what you were doing. Driving Steve crazy enough to both pleasure and humiliate you. One day you would learn, you didn’t have to push his buttons to get him to play with you. You had this power over Steve that neither of you understood. And Bucky had never witnessed anything quite like this.

“Dovey, if I hear you talk back to me once on this drive, you’re going to ride the rest of the way with two of my fingers in your cunt, and both your titties hanging out of your shirt. Please tell me that you understand.”

His hold loosens on you, and he gives you a moment to sit up. Waiting on you to roll your drenched panties back up your body, and you nod. You couldn’t look at him because he had seen such a private part of you, and showed Bucky, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, girl. You’re learning. Seems like you’re starting to break. Buck, you make sure Sam understands that the two of you are in charge,” Steve holds out his hand as he stands up. Waiting on you to take hold before he leads the two of you to the door.

“Steve, take it easy on her. She’s not ready,” he whispers to his friend, but Steve returns his warning with a smile. He was going to do whatever the fuck he wanted with you. You wanted to know about him, so he was going to give you the opportunity to ask. If you could focus. He’d tell you everything you need to know. He just hopes it’s the right questions.

“Steve, I don’t want to be here,” your lip trembles as he steps out of the car. Stalking over to your side while you stare at only one thing. One cabin. In the middle of fucking nowhere. It had been miles since you even saw the las

“Steve, no!” Screaming as he opens your door. There isn’t any flight left in you. It is just complete shutting down. He holds out his hand for you to take, but you violently shake. He was going to murder you here. “Steve, don’t. Don’t!”

He gives a growl as his hands try to wrangle you out of the vehicle, and you thrash around. If you were going to die, at least you’d die trying. “Please, just…”

“You wanted to ask questions, now get out of the fucking car!” Pulling you a bit harder, you let your body turn to dead weight, and you drop to the ground with a hard thud. Blinking your eyes and coughing as you try to catch your breath.

“Would you shut up?” His voice rattles, hauling you up over his shoulder. “What exactly do you think I’m going to do to you? We’re going in the fucking cabin, and you’re going to ask your stupid damn questions.”

“B-b-b-but we’re alone! You’re going to…” dropping you onto the couch, his body hovers over you. Those blackened with ink arms caging you. He rolls his hips, and his hardening cock skims over your core, and you squeal.

“You like that, huh? You like feeling me on you?” His breath is hot on your skin as he does it again. “We’re all alone, Dovey, and no one can hear your screams when you take every inch of me.”

“I’m not b-b-begging.”

“Aw, but aren’t you?” Readjusting himself, his hand cups your covered core. The face of pure sadistic torture grins down at you. “You’re so hot and wound up you’re going to burn the cabin down, Dovey. You’ve ruined these panties, you're so wet. Quit letting your mind take control, and trust me.”

“I’ll never trust you,” it is something you felt deep within your soul. How could you trust someone that was like him? Someone that got off on your embarrassment, and enjoyed showing it to everyone. “You just want to use me.”

A flash of tattoos comes at your face, and his fingers dig into your cheeks as he grabs you tight. Forcing you to quit looking around, and look straight at him. “Dovey, if I wanted to use you, I would have had you that first night. I did you a kindness in marking you up. People know not to fuck with Steve Rogers. You’re just the stupid girl who came into my lair thinking you would outsmart me. Do you realize how many times I could have fucked you by now? I could have put the cameras on us, and let the club watch as I took the gift that could never be returned. And you’re the brat that wants to keep pushing my fucking buttons.”

You whimper as his weight starts to settle on your body. His monstrosity of a cock pressing into your center, and a flash of blinding light covers your vision, and all you can do is feel. Feel his pulse through his cock as it pounds right at your entrance, and the way his breath blows out over your face as he chuckles. You hate him.

“Sweetheart, it would loosen you up in more ways than one. You need this as much as I do. You’re denying us the ultimate pleasure when all you have to do is let me squeeze through your walls, break them down, too.”

Gulping, you keep perfect eye contact as your head twists back and forth, whispering out, “No.”

A rumble climbs up his chest, and the vibrations go right to your weeping cunt as he sits up. Putting his weight on his heels, and kneeling before you. His body keeps your legs wide, and he pulls up your skirt, watching your covered pussy as he pulls his shirt off.

He is a god amongst men. Rippling cords of muscle stretch over his chest, and it was accentuated perfectly with the most beautiful and intricate designs. The man clearly enjoyed art, but also pain. No inch of his chest wasn’t touched with a needle.

While you’re in a trance with his tattoos, Steve undoes his pants, and gives them a little tug down. “Oh my god!” You screech as his monster dick flops out of his pants. The only thing not covered in tattoos, and right at the tip. “You’re pierced?”

“If it scares you that much, our first time, I’ll take it out. It’s quite pleasurable for you,” Steve wraps his fist around the base, and gives the growing member a few pumps, “You can’t take your eyes off it. Have you ever seen a dick before?”

“Yeah. Plenty of times.”

“Tell me whose dick you’ve seen, little bird.”

“Why?” You look up at him, unblinking. There is a fire that is burning all the way from the pit of his stomach to his eyes. Looking almost demonic as his pupils spread out so wide.

“So I can kill them. No dick that has touched your body is going to stay alive,” he tilts his head to the side, smiling when you finally look up at his face. “I am very serious, sweetheart. Tell me. Their names.”

“I don’t know — I don't know their names,” he tenses in front of you, and you cover your eyes. “They were on the internet,” the walls of the cabin rattle with his booming laughter. While you’re trying to melt away, he runs the tip of his length over your panties, and you flinch. Trying to sit yourself up, but he pushes you back down.

“You mean to tell me I wasted showing you my cock, and it’s the first in life one you’ve ever seen? Dove, no wonder you’re on edge. You just about came undone from my tip at your panties, or maybe it was the piercing. You like the way this feels, my sweet little angel. Come on,” standing up, he fully gets undressed, proving that yes, he was pretty much covered in tattoos. His face and his dick are the exception. “They’re too pretty, darling. Let’s go.”

“Where?” It’s a struggle to sit up with the high emotions you have been feeling. Wobbly legs keep you from standing too quickly. There’s a dizziness that you feel in every part of your body.

“Bucky packed you a bathing suit, put it on, or join me in the hot tub naked. You need to relax,” there was a shift in his voice. Typically there is some grit to it. As if it was constantly filled with anger. Now it sounds — normal. He stands watching you as you try to process what it is you wanted to do. “Do I need to turn around for you to change? I wouldn’t advise running. There’s nobody here for miles. And if you run again, my patience and kindness will be gone, and I can’t promise what I will do.”

“Can I go get my bag?” He nods his head, gesturing for you to go out to the car, and you take careful steps. Counting each inhale and exhale as you walk to the car. Looking back at Steve who remains calm. He dares you to run just so he can capture you in his snares, but you won’t.

This time, you want to listen. Especially if he was going to grant you with asking questions. Bucky sucked at packing your bag. A shirt, panties, and the skimpiest bathing suit you owned. At least he remembered a toothbrush. Feeling a bit more irritated now, you walk back into the cabin, and gawk at Steve.

“Can you turn around?”

“Good girls say please.”

“And I didn’t,” giving you a crooked smile, he turns around. Giving you the smallest privacy to undress.

“I bet it feels nice to get out of those wet panties,” you ignore him. It did feel nice. Everything had started to stick to you, and it was like peeling wet clothes off. “That skin would look really pretty with a needle in it.”

“Why are you like this?” Looking up, you notice a mirror pointed right at you. Steve saw everything. Saw you undress, and didn’t look away.

“Tell me I didn’t make you so wet that you had to use your clothes to wipe your honey off your legs. We’re getting in a hot tub, Dove, it’ll wash right off.”

“Do you ever give privacy?”

“No. But you do have some nice tits. Let’s go,” Steve reaches back to give you a little tug, but you shake your head no, pointing at his dick. “Oh, I don’t get in the hot tub with clothes on. The anaconda will be underwater, you won’t be able to see him.”

“Clarence,” he scrunches his face up as you walk past him, and out on the back porch, assuming that’s where this hot tub was. You just need to not have that thing staring at you right now. “That’s what I’m going to call your penis; Clarence.”

“Clarence? Why not something like The Hammer or…”

“Clarence,” it’s what it was going to be. If he wanted you to look at it, you were going to give it a name that wasn’t so imposing. Steve walks past you, and settles himself into the pool. Giving a soft moan at how the heat was working out his own tension.

��Is it hot?”

“It is, but it’s not as hot as your tight little cunt. How’s she feeling?” Don’t answer him. Allow him his cocky little comments, and do what is asked. Make this easy and unpainful, and you’d feel better for it.

You wait on Steve to settle back into the water, and his eyes roam over your body hungrily. Watching as each inch of it gets swallowed by the heat, and he chuckles when you sit on the opposite side of him. Looking at anything that wasn’t Steve. He cracks his neck, and uses his thick fingers to trace around his lip, and he just smirks at you.

“I don’t like people who go behind my back.”

“I didn’t,” you finally meet his gaze, and it’s hard to look away. He is even sexier with water lapping up against his skin. The same skin that was setting your body ablaze. He had seared into every part of you, and your body craved him. Needed him to touch you.

“Didn’t Bucky tell you that there would be consequences?”

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m talking,” he interrupts, wading over closer to you. Both hands plant themselves on either side of you, and he stands up out of the water. His giant cock wet and bouncing right at your face. “You continue to talk over me, and I’ll slip something in your mouth to keep you quiet. Bucky warned you about the consequences of taking him into your apartment without me. You disobeyed. You chose to ignore him. Playing your stupid fucking childish game of being too naive to realize what you acting up does to me.”

He removes one hand from the back of the hot tub, and grips his cock. Rocking it right at your lips, but never touching you. “I can see it in your eyes how curious you are to know what a real cock feels like. I can show you.”

“I’m not begging,” you cross your legs, clenching them tight together. Refusing to let your pussy get you in any more trouble.

“Yet. Your body is, but your mouth is stubborn. Maybe I should give her a little taste. Come on, suck my dick and join me in the underworld.”

“Continue your threats.”

You whimper when his low growling laugh vibrates at your core. Wondering how he was able to make you feel him in a place he had hardly touched. “What do you want to know about me? I’ll give you five questions to ask, so you better make them count. That is going behind my back, little bird. You want to act all innocent, but you want to know what makes me tick. Why did I become who I am? So ask.”

“Why? Why do you do this?”

“I’m going to count that as two. Be careful next time,” sitting beside you, his hand runs up and down your thigh, and without realizing it, your legs start pulling apart. Giving him ample space to get to your cunt.

“I do this because I can control what’s out there. These streets ran rampant with cheap drugs cut with who the fuck knows. I sell pure. It costs more, but you won’t die from a damn accidental overdose because your drug of choice was laced with something. Three more.”

Your mouth drops open when his hand settles as high up on your thigh as possible sliding down, and rubs over the apex of your thigh, but never where your body truly wants it. You even lean back further, granting him more access, but his fingers don’t drift around. “How…why the playground?”

“You really fucking suck at this. There’s two more. You’re down to one question after this.”

“You’re fucking distracting me!” He grabs you up, placing you in his lap. Your body facing the same way as you. Using his legs to lock your own in place. Moving your bottoms to the side before pressing his dick right in between your pussy lips. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“You want to say fuck, you better make sure my dick is so deep inside you that you feel me in your filthy little mouth. I will not give you another chance, Dove. I mean it. I won’t wait for you to be blubbering, and crawling on your knees as you beg for me to be inside. I will take it. Is this your tactic, Dove? I don’t want to take. I want you to fully give that to me. You are so hot and slippery, you’re ready, but are you ready for me to have you down on your knees?”

“Please…” what were you asking him for? Why was he able to make you melt and repulse you simultaneously?

“Please just put it in there?” You shake your head no, and his mouth attacks your neck. Kissing and sucking at the sensitive column, while your hips buck up and down. Allowing his sinful dick to roam through your folds. His tip knocks against your clit, and you lean your head back against Steve.

“Easy, baby. You’re going to make yourself pass out before we get to the good part. That’s my playground. I have fond memories of bullies throwing me around the yard. If it wasn’t for Bucky, I would have died there. I promised myself that not only would I survive, but I was going to be bigger and meaner than any of those pieces of shit, and they would all cower just hearing my name.”

“Steve. Steve!” He is only holding his dick up against your body, it is you that is moving, grinding on him and searching for more, and terrified to have it. But he feels like heaven. He hadn’t even entered inside of you, and you are a mess.

“One more question, Dove. Be a good girl, and ask your pathetic little question since you need to know about the big bad drug lord that is following you around, and becoming more and more obsessed with you. Go on.”

“Why me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He is marking every inch of your neck with his filthy mouth. Yet again making sure that everyone knew that you were taken. And he would kill someone that would just look at you. Willing to murder anyone who’s cock you had seen. Even online porn couldn’t prepare you for this.

“I love challenges. I have this pretty little bird that is dying to be fucked deep and hard, but because of her upbringing or some shit, is denying herself pleasure. You need someone like me,” his voice starts going up an octave, and you grind on him faster. Harder. Both of you are needy and searching for something.

“That’s it, Dovey. I’m…I’m,” he holds your lips apart with two fingers, and presses his spongy tip in your entrance, and as soon as you are screaming at the intrusion, his cum spurts through you. Most of it spilling out, and mixing with the water, but some of it is a glorious warmth that you loathe.

He holds you in place, keeping you from squirming around as he looks down into the water, “I could do it you know. You’re breathing heavily, and this isn’t even the painful part. I’m getting tired of you acting like a little bitch. Do you see how easily I can take, Dove? Do you see that I have you right where I want you, but I’m giving you enough grace and power to tell me when our first time is?”

“But…you’re inside me…Steve, I wasn’t begging.”

“And I’m not fucking. I’m not even an inch inside. Enjoy my seed in you, Dove. Pretty soon it’ll be second nature to take my cock, and be filled with me. You wanted the consequences, this is it. But next time, it’ll be so much worse.”

“Just fuck me then,” you spit out, but he lifts you off him, and stands up. This time rubbing his tip over your pouty lips. You notice the bit of change in him, but keep your mouth shut. Letting him paint you with the remnants of the two of you.

“I’m no longer hard, and you’re not begging. But soon, Dove, soon you’ll wake up to me thrusting into you. You’ll sit on my lap, warming my cock while I distribute the drugs. You will be on all fours at the table, letting me inspect that greedy cunt before I plunge into her, and Bucky gets to see me fill your belly with my child. Get out of this tub, and let's go to bed.”

“Why are you so mean?”

“Why are you?” The audacity! You aren’t mean. “You’re mean to yourself, and I never said I was nice. Get out of this fucking tub, and let’s get in the bed.”

He doesn’t even turn around to look at you as he walks back into the cabin. There was no escape, and you are coming to realize that everyday that you are with him. Were you the problem here? Would it be so bad to let him inside of you?

Questions abound quickly in your mind, and you couldn’t process them long enough to answer. Allowing your body to go on autopilot just for tonight. Even if you are angry at what he just did. But are you? Are you really denying something that was living in between heaven and hell?

“Get in the bed,” Steve growls, pulling back the covers. “I have on underwear,” you gulp as you look around the room. Bucky hadn’t given you much thought to pack your clothes. Barely anything was in your bag.

“Here,” Steve says, tossing you a shirt. And you’re just stubborn enough, and still pissed at him from earlier. Undoing your bathing suit top you let it fall to the floor. Letting Steve angrily stare at your curves, and peaked nipples before letting the bottoms fall.

“You’re pushing me, Dovey,” he growls out. Stunned, and refusing to move. Your skin still damp from the tub. Water drips creating a trail right between your legs. “Dove!”

“Now, you know how it feels,” you’re sure you will pay for that later, but at this moment, it feels like you are taking the power back. You’re choosing to show him your body. Letitng him see how hard your nipples are with desire.

Pulling only his shirt on, you crawl onto the bed, tapping the other side, “Aren’t you going to get in?”

“You didn’t put panties on.”

“But you have on underwear. Seems a fair trade,” he grouses something under his breath, but crawls in behind you, pulling you completely flush with his body. Easing a thigh in between your leg, and pressing it firmly against your core. “Steve?”

“It’s my turn to ask questions,” he ignores your hands that try to push his hard leg away from you. Tense in his embrace, but he starts melting into you. Snuggling his face right behind your ear, and you hate the hold he has over you. “Why are you a virgin?”

“Because I haven’t had sex.”

He growls right up next to your ear, and you bite your lip. Hoping that he couldn’t feel how amazing that sound felt. “Why haven’t you had sex?”

The real question. You didn’t have a smart remark to get you out of it. He wanted the truth, and you weren’t ready to give it to him. “Because…”

“Because why?”

“That’s three questions, Steve.”

“I don’t care about the others. Just answer that one,” you wiggle around, wanting to actually give him the attention he wanted, but his hold is too great. “What are you doing?”

“I want to look at you while I answer,” immediately he lets you go. Waiting on you to flop to the other side, but he still pulls you in tight to him. Lifting your leg to throw over his hip. “I’ve never had this.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re a virgin. I’m sure if you laid like this with a — boyfriend,” the taste of that word is rotten in his mouth. No one deserved you. He didn’t deserve you, he was just desperate enough to capture you and make you his.

“No…not even that,” he cocks up an eyebrow as his features soften. He was beautiful. You had a crazy feeling no one ever saw this soft side of him. He had spent years creating his drug lord persona, that he forgot what being a lowly human was like.

“Boys aren’t interested in me. All my friends had them, and I…I was the third wheel. Or the fifth. But you get the point. No one has ever told me that I was — that I’m beautiful.”

He lets out an exasperated breath, and drifts closer to you. So close his lips brush against yours when he whispers your name, “You’re beautiful. And I’m no boy. I am a man, and you are mine. You don’t have to worry about all the boys that didn’t see you. The boys that didn’t realize what diamond that they had in front of them. And I won't have to worry about murdering them.”

“I’m thankful for that.”

“Look at me, and tell me that you’re beautiful,” it’s a strange request to make, but when you open your mouth nothing comes out. You were taught not to lie, and you didn’t fully believe it yourself. You had spent most of your life invisible, and no one ever noticed you, until this man came out of the shadows, and was trying to bring you into his own world of darkness.

“Say it. Tell me that you’re beautiful. Dovey, please,” you can’t. You shake your head no, letting your eyes start to close as you try and fight away the tears. He wasn’t going to see you cry. “You’re beautiful. And if I have to be the one to tell you that everyday for you to realize that you are, I will. Maybe that’s my purpose. You’re beautiful. You’re gorgeous. And sexy. And kind. And I want to corrupt you and bring you over into my darkness. Make you my whore, so you realize how irresistible that I find you.”

“Stop. Please, don’t…” he hears the crack in your voice. He would kill everyone that dared to make you feel unworthy. You were worthy. You were everything.

“You’re beautiful, darling. I have perfect vision, and I have seen a lot of women. None are as spectacular as you. Close your eyes, relax in my embrace because I’m never letting you go ever again. You’re stuck with me. I don’t want you to lose your fight, but just for tonight. Let’s call a truce.”

“Fine,” you mumble, finally letting his warmth envelop you as you relax in his embrace. It is an oddly satisfying and safe feeling. You were close enough to smell his musky cologne that lingered on his skin. His heartbeat creating a perfect rhythm to lull you to sleep, “Just for tonight.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Next time I’ll make sure we fall asleep with your cunt squeezing my cock,” insufferable asshole. You started to feel something. Not your body, but you. And then he opened his mouth. But at least it meant you weren’t falling. And you wouldn’t. Not with him.

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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you?#gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway.............#somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing......#this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now....#juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

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newtonsheffield · 11 months

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Oh Molly I miss yours to tame… Maybe could we see how Anthony looks after Kate when she is pregnant 🥹💜?? or maybe something for spicy sunday 🌶️?

Oh Anthony drives Kate insane when she’s pregnant. Because he doesn’t want her to do anything. She’s carrying his child and his protective instincts are out of control honestly. A man knocked into Kate on the street and Anthony would have taken his head off if Kate hadn’t snapped her teeth together with a sharp Anthony!

If Anthony had his way Kate would have sat on the sofa from the moment she told him she was pregnant and not loved until she delivered their child.

“I’m very capable, Anthony!” Kate snapped as he helped her out of the car, “I can get out of the car!”

“I’m only trying to be helpful, Kate.”

“You’re driving me insane!”

“I can get the door.” Anthony gasped dicing forward to catch it for her.

“Yes, god forbid I have to open the door to my mother’s home! What if I got a splinter?! What if the entire doorway caved in around me?!”

“You are going to be really sorry if that happens!” Anthony said clutching the top of the doorframe and seemingly holding it steady.

“This baby is going to be an only child!”

#yours to tame #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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fitrahgolden · 11 months

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For all the Vampanthony AUs out there. Shout out to Yours To Tame by @newtonsheffield

#anthony x kate #bridgerton #kanthony #kanthonyedit #kate and anthony #kate sharma #kate sheffield #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #anthony and kate #ao3 #newtonsheffield #moomin_94 #yours to tame au #yours to tame #vampire au #vampanthony

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let-me-love-you-loki · 11 months

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

“Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

The volume vibrated through my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I hurled into the trash.

***

Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

“Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

“Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

“Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

All Hell broke loose.

Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

“What the actual fuck!”

He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

“So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

“I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

“Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

“You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

“Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

“Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

“Oh, shit.”

Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

“Huh?”

“She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

“Spit it out, Danielson.”

“I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

“I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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