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tengen knows how to make love look grand. diamonds, silk, and fireworks. he’s a man who turns affection into spectacle. when he falls for you, he spares no effort in making you feel like the center of the universe. compliments pour like wine, touches linger longer than they should, and every gaze he casts burns with too much intensity to be casual.
at first, it feels intoxicating. tengen makes you feel larger than life, adored, worshipped. but beneath the flash lies a darker hunger, because tengen doesn’t simply love, he claims. and once his eyes lock on you, once he decides you’re worth his devotion, it’s no longer a choice. he cannot stand the thought of you shining anywhere but by his side. his obsession manifests in control hidden beneath luxury. he’ll dress you in jewels, call you his most precious treasure, yet the weight of those adornments is a reminder: you belong to him. every gift is a chain wrapped in silk.
tengen’s derangement blooms in his possessiveness. he can smile, laugh, even act indulgent, but the moment someone else’s attention lingers on you, his demeanor shifts. there’s steel behind the smile, a warning in the way his hand presses against the small of your back. he’ll laugh it off in public, but in private, he makes clear that you don’t need anyone else. he gives you everything. isn’t that enough?
and unlike others, tengen wouldn’t hesitate to use force if he felt you slipping away. not violence, exactly, but coercion wrapped in affection. arms that hold too tight, lips that murmur too sweetly, promises and pleas entwined with threats you can barely catch. “you’re mine, flamboyantly so. and if you think i’ll let you walk away… you don’t know me at all.”
he would keep you shining, yes. but only in the light he provides.
Description: Head cannons on nicknames I think the male Hashira would give their partner
Warnings: Mostly fluff and comfort. Smut with Tengen, mentions of injuries and blood with Giyuu.
A/N: Hello! I’m back with my favorite type of writing. I wrote this because I’m having a bit of writers block and these help me get the juices flowing. Stay tuned because I’m planning a little something to for the month of October. Also feel free to make a request! As always thanks for the support!
Kyojuro Rengoku:
- I already use little/my flame in my writing and I really do think this would be one that he uses, especially if his partner is smaller in size. You bring light to his life, thus be prepared to hear things like “My flame you look so beautiful today”
- I also see Rengoku using sunshine a lot. Like he just fits the vibe of giving you nicknames related to his breathing style 😂. Almost every morning he’s greeting you with “Good morning sunshine”
- Rengoku would 100% be using my wife. Even if y’all aren’t married he’s still using it, even if it embarrasses you. Once you’re married he’s using it all day everyday. “Ah there’s my beautiful wife” or “My wife makes the best food ever”. He just loves you that way
- Finally I also see Rengoku using my love. But like he says it when he’s not in happy mood or when he’s trying to be sweet. There’s no in between. “My love can we please just talk about this later” or “My love you take me so well” (would die on the spot the way he says it 😮💨)
“There’s my beautiful wife”, Rengoku says loudly as he walks down the garden path causing your two best friends to giggle quietly. You had been spending a quiet afternoon with your girls, just catching up on life. “Kyojuro we aren’t even married”, you chaste, cheeks flushing slightly. The Flame Pillar lets out a joyous laugh. “We will be next week, so you can’t complain anymore when I call you my wife”, he tells you, grabbing hand to kiss it softly as Shinobu and Mitsuri continue giggling. You sigh seemingly annoyed, but secretly you couldn’t wait another minute to be Kyojuro Rengoku’s wife. “Ladies is she free to go?”, he asks. “She’s all yours, see you next time!”, Mitsuri says as you and Rengoku take your leave hand in hand.
Uzui Tengen: (I went wild with the smut, idk what got into me cause 😮💨)
- This flashy man probably has a dozen flashy nicknames he has prepared for his four wives, but I also see Tengen having a special nickname for each of his wives. He would probably use something along the lines of spitfire for a feisty person or something like angel for a softer more caring person. Either is unique to you
- Tengen is the type of man to have the most ridiculous names saved on his phone if he lived in the modern world. He’d definitely have something like Pookie or Shnuckums saved. “Tengen why do you have me saved as Pookie”you say looking through his phone
- Gives me the type of vibe that he’d use babe a lot. Whether it’s in the middle of an argument or just a simple mundane question. “Hey babe what’s for dinner”
- Finally I see Tengen using my girl when he’s teasing you a lot or when he’s fucking you. “Oh so my girl likes it like that huh? or “Is my girl jealous?” He can’t help himself it just falls form his lips
“Harder Tengen please”, you mewl as his thick cock slams deep inside of you. “I’m not going to break”, you continue as your fingers rake down his back. A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest before he grips your legs harshly, throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle making cry out in ecstasy as Tengen pummels into you. “So my girl likes it like that”, he muses, lips nipping at your neck. You’re unable to form a coherent response with the push and pull of his cock and it’s not much longer before your orgasm rips through you, the sounds that spill from your mouth are your practically animalistic. But Tengen doesn’t stop, pulling out briefly before he flips you over on the bed, hands lifting your ass up before he slides back into your slick cunt making you whine from the overstimulation. “We aren’t even close to being done”, he growls and you knew from the tone of his voice that you would not be getting out of his bed anytime soon.
Giyuu Tomioka: (Mentions of injuries)
- Honestly I don’t really see him using nicknames that often. He strikes me as the type that would mainly use your first name, but changes his tone to indicate his moods.
- Two nicknames I do see him using are baby or love and he’s only saying them during very intimate moments. Whether it’s sex or a special occasion, it’s going to be the only time he uses terms like that. In some of my other fics I’ve used something like “Fuck love” and I personally think that suits him
- Another one I might see him using is some variation of sweetheart. Again this is something he doesn’t use often, but might use it if you’ve been hurt or after an argument. It’s his attempt to show you that he cares
- Finally I do see Giyuu using my wife, but not the way Rengoku uses it. Giyuu uses it in a way to “make a claim”. What I mean by that is he wants to make it clear that you are his partner, so everyone else can butt out. “Excuse me, that’s my wife”, would definitely be something he says
Giyuu tries to remain calm as he runs down the halls of the Butterfly Mansion. As he enters the room he takes in the scene playing out before him. Crimson red bandages and gauze are littered across the floor as Aoi and Shinobu stand over the bed that holds you, trying their best to close your wound. “Kocho”, Giyuu chokes out. “She’s asking for you”, Shinobu tells him, focused on the stitching. Giyuu takes in your ragged form, relief flooding through him as his eyes find yours open and somewhat alert. “Giyuu”, you murmur, tears streaming down your face. “I’m here sweetheart”, he responds, carefully stepping around Aoi before grabbing your hand. He eyes Shinobu for a second. “She’ll be ok, lost more blood than I would have liked, but she’ll be ok”, she tells him. He sweeps some hair out of your face, “You’re gonna be fine”, he repeats and you nod your head eyes closing at the relief from his words.
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
- For some reason I see him using doll a lot, though it’s a bit outdated, I feel as if it fits his character. Like it’s his go to, he uses it everyday. “Morning doll”, is something I really see Sanemi saying.
- I also see him using something along the lines of darlin. It’s simple but sweet enough for you. “Darlin can we talk about this later” or “here are your favorite flowers darlin”. Like idk why but it’s just so Sanemi coded (the way he would say it tho, mmmhmm)
- For more intimate moments I see him using something like baby. It might the only time he uses it. Sanemi gets caught up in the moment and it just slips out. “Fuck baby you feel so good” or something similar
- Finally I could see Sanemi using brat. It took a bit of getting used to, but he doesn’t mean it a bad way. “Oi stop it you brat”, when your teasing him or “alright you brat”, if your being a bit whiny.
“Darlin you need to get up”, you hear Sanemi say as he comes back into the room. Usually you didn’t have much trouble waking up, but today you were exhausted. “Mmm do I have to?”, you mumble still half asleep, face smushed against the pillow. Sanemi sighs, as much as he wished he could let you sleep in, there was too much on the agenda. So he grabs the covers and yanks them off of you, allowing the cool air to wake you. “Hey!”, you shout grumpily, finally sitting up. “Sorry”, he leans down giving you a chaste kiss. “Duty calls”, he continues as you scoot out of the bed. “Duty my ass”, you mumble at him angrily, but at least you were out of bed.
Iguro Obanai:
- I feel like Obanai would have a mix of soft nicknames as well as some unique ones. One thing I could see him doing is turning your favorite snack or treat into a term of endearment such Peaches or maybe Mochi. He doesn’t say it around other people, keeping it private.
- Another I see him using is something like Starlight. It’s simple but unique to you because you light up his life. “Hey Starlight” in a soft voice fits his vibe. I feel like Obanai would mainly use your first name in a public setting so this would again be a more private one
- He strikes me as someone who probably use sweetheart as well. He uses this when he’s concerned about you, “Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong?” Or “Sweetheart you need to eat something”
- Lastly my love. It’s a classic, but it conveys his feelings for you plainly. “Drink some tea my love” or “I’ll see you soon my love”, he typically uses this when Obanai is at his happiest
Obanai places the mug into your hands, “You need to drink this my love”, he tells you softly. You’d been battling a cold for the better part of three days and nothing seemed to help ease your throat pain other than some hot tea. “Thanks”, you whisper, voice horse. He leans down to place a quick kiss to your forehead. “Finish it up and then get some rest. I’m be here when you wake up”, the Snake Hashira continues. You nod your head softly before bringing the warm drink to your lips, relief hitting you as the hot liquid runs down your throat. Being sick sucked, but thankfully you had a good partner taking care of you.
Gyomei Himejima:
- Definitely uses little one and uses it at random times. Gyomei is a large man so his partner is going to be significantly smaller than him so this nickname fits. “Little one what’s wrong” or “Good morning little one”
- Also uses Angel. He uses this when he’s the most happiest and most in love with you. “I love you angel” would be said in his deep voice and instantly your weak at the knees
- I feel like Gyomei would also use my dear a lot. This might be his go to nickname for you, “my dear what’s wrong” or “there you are my dear” I see him uses this a lot if he was married to you
- Finally I also see Gyomei using Honey. Like he just fits the vibe of using classic/ slighter older nicknames. You would never hear “pookie” fall from his mouth ever. “Would you like some tea honey” is something I see him saying
You feel his large strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Mei?”, you ask leaning your head back against his sturdy chest. “I missed you Angel”, he says, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you too, welcome home”, you respond as the Stone Hashira loosens his grip so you could to turn to face him. “Would like something to eat or drink?”, you ask him. “No, I just want to hold for you for a bit longer”, he tells you. You smile before leaning your head back on his chest, that was something you could do for him.
Husband!Tengen Uzui x Wife!Reader (Newlywed's First Time)
(cover edited by me, original picture of off pinterest <3)
TENGEN ugh i'm so infatuated by him you don't understand. I literally could not help myself i had to write a little smth for him he's literally everything. i got distracted fawning over the 2D man while scrolling for a picture to use as the cover LOLOLOL anyways enjoy this short drabble or whatever u wanna refer to it as.
18+, CW includes: Husband!Tengen, NewWife!Reader, Virgin!Reader, SoftDom!Tengen, gentle sex, PleasureDom!Tengen, use of title (Lord Tengen), praise!, your husband just wants to take care of you :(, Size Kink!, Reader is so overwhelmed ugh, his dick is way too big, Nicknames (Love, sweet girl) just the tip inside, He's so soft and tender with you ughhhh, He likes to remind you that you're married
wc: 1,688
"Lord Tengen, I don't think it's gonna fit" You whine out. Your hands harshly grip into the silk sheets you're currently pressed into. The aforementioned man positioned above you currently has you splayed on your back, your legs held together between his burly arms. Your ankles are hoisted over his shoulders, his huge torso pressed snug against your soft thighs. His meaty cock rests over your soft mound, languidly moving back and forth in between your glistening folds. Every so often he gently pokes his bulbous cockhead against your fluttering hole, coaxing the cutest whimpers out from between your kiss-swollen lips, teary eyed at the overwhelming feeling of him being pressed against you.
Having just gotten married to The Sound Hashira, Tengen Uzui, you were having your first sexual encounter with your new husband. Having held on to your virginity until marriage, you knew once you were first betrothed to Uzui that you were soon going to be deflowered by him, nervous at the thought of the intimacy soon to be shared between the both of you as you stared up at his hulking figure. You were reassured beforehand by the other wives that he'll take good care of you, making sure you're fully comfortable and prepared for him before being led by the three women towards his sleeping quarters, where he sat on the bed awaiting your arrival. Just how you were told by Makio and the others, Tengen was sickeningly sweet with the way he handled you, sweet praises pouring out his mouth as he disrobed you, planting gentle kisses all over your body as he admired how gorgeous you looked under him. He towered over your small figure as he made sure you were doing okay so far before proceeding to disrobe himself. He gives you a chance to fully take in the sight of his nude body, a small whimper accidentally slipping past your lips as your eyes drift past his abdomen, your heart rate increasing as you suddenly feel overwhelmed just by the sight of him. 'He's massive,' you thought to yourself with wide eyes. His heavy cock settled proudly between his legs, lengthy and an almost inhumane girth to it. It sat atop his huge balls, very full and ready to empty themselves for you.
He's not at all surprised by your reaction. Your face is scarlet as he gently pulls your hand so you can feel him for yourself, bashfully taking him into your grasp. His hand rests atop your significantly smaller one as he guides you on how to properly stroke him, wanting you to feel him out before he continues further along your body, towards your most intimate areas. You can't even wrap your fingers around him fully. He sees the way you clench your thighs together as he lovingly admires your smaller figure, making eye contact with you as he softly lays you down on the western-style bed as he gets to work on relaxing your body. He has you cumming on his tongue as three of his thick digits move in and out of your soaked pussy, wanting to stretch you properly in preparation for his hefty cock.
Unfortunately, even after several hours spent between your legs and a second orgasm pulled from your sweet cunt, once Uzui finally settles himself between your legs. Placing his heavy cock over your sex, he realizes that he might be unable to fully sheath himself in your still too tight pussy. Your even smaller looking with his impressive size flush against your pelvis. He sees how deep he would be inside you, his stiff cock twitching between your thighs as his fuchsia eyes lock back onto yours, teary doe eyes looking back at him as he feels precum dribble out his slit, onto your soft stomach.
Which brings you two to where you are now, Tengen rubbing up and down your legs as he presses tender kisses into your ankles, his languid movements non-stop as he focuses on the high pitched moans that pour out from you. You're so fucking wet, your slimy juices being smeared all over the inside of your thighs as his shaft moves back and forth between them. "You feeling me, Love? Feel how hard you got me? You're so wet, you feel so good," he coos at you, your hands moving to cover your face in embarrassment at his lewd words. He softly chuckles at your flustered state as he slowly parts your thighs, slotting himself between them. He wraps your legs around his waist as he reaches over to move your hands away from your face. He maneuvers your arms to wrap around his shoulder as he moves in to kiss you. The taste of your pussy lingered on his tongue as he gently pushes it into your mouth, swirling the muscle against your own as you moan into the kiss. Your husband resumes his movements against your pussy, letting out a breathy groan against your lips.
He moves his head back from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips. He caresses your face with his hand, the other held onto your calf to keep you in place. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl. You wanna try taking me? Don't feel like you have to if you're not ready, we can always make things flashy next time." Even though he's desperate to stuff you full of his cock, your needs come before his. He'll hold back as much as you need him to. He just wants to make you feel good. "It's alright Y/N, you don't gotta be embarrassed beautiful, I promise I'll take care of you however you want me to." Your heart melts at the tenderness of his words, soft spoken against your lips. The intimacy shared between you two in this moment makes you impossibly wetter, you know he feels it. You sniffle softly as he kisses your cheek. You want to feel him inside, even if it's just a little bit of him.
You press your face into his shoulder, your voice barely a whisper as you give him a response. "Jus' the tip, my lord. I wanna feel you inside." He smiles at your response. "Anything for my darling wife." He slithers his arm between your heated bodies, grasping onto his base he lines himself up with your entrance. He turns his head to press kisses into your neck. A guttural moan leaves his lips, a high pitched whine slipping from yours as he pushes into your soft heat. The stretch stinging more than when he used his fingers on you. Your tight cunt flutters around him as you feel tears fall from your eyes. His girth is so overwhelming, you head is spinning. He lightly grasps the back of your head to be face to face with him again, wiping your tears with his thumbs as he praises you. "You feel so good around me Y/N. You're so tight." He breathes out as he gives you a moment to adjust. He scans you face for any signs of wavering discomfort, he doesn't want to move until the pain subsides.
Once he feels you roll your hips against him, he takes that as a sign to start moving, groaning at how good you're squeezing around him. He moves in slow, shallow thrusts, making sure he doesn't accidentally push inside further than you want. "You're taking it so well, my beautiful wife. Feels good, yeah?" You're choking out soft sobs, nodding weakly at his question. The tears flowing non-stop as you moan and whine at the feeling. He feels his orgasm slowly begin to build up inside him, the previous hours of foreplay having taken a toll on him. He reaches down to swipe over your swollen nub. You cry out, feeling your own orgasm building up again. "Lord Tengen. P-please, shit. Wan' you to cum with me please Lord Tengen. I need it." You babble out in between choked sobs. Your mind feels so foggy, your brain just mush. He's addicting, the way he touches you, His bulbous tip thrusting into you, his body heat, it's too much. Your legs begin to shake as you feel your orgasm about to crash into you. Your husband notices you're close as your pussy begins to spasm around him, his own orgasm about to hit him.
"I'm right here, my sweet girl. Let go for me Y/N, I got you."
That's all it took for you. You cunt clamps down on him as you cry out, your third orgasm of the night pulled out by Tengen. He doesn't stop his swipes over your clit as he helps you ride out your orgasm. Immediately after, he moans out himself as he pulls out of your hole, ropes of his cum spraying over your stomach and over your folds. Once he's finished emptying himself out, he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around your waist, not caring for the cum sticking onto him off your body.
He presses kisses to the top of your head, your face buried into his chest as he calms you down from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Good girl, you took me so well you did wonderful my wife." He huffs out between heavy pants, trying to catch his breath while also softly shushing your sobs, the events having just unfolded overwhelming you to the max. Once he hears your breathing steady, he pulls you from his chest as he scans your face again, wiping the leftover tears from your eyes and brushing aside any strands of hair that have stuck to your sweaty forehead. You start feeling drowsy as he sits up and holds you in his lap, slowly rocking you back and forth. He presses another kiss into your skin, this time into your hairline.
"Sleep my darling, I'll clean you up." Those are the last things you hear as you drift off into a deep sleep. A soft smile on your face, you're grateful of the man you married, and of the family you've become a part of.
i need him bad i'm lowkey feral for him. had the dumbest smile on face writing this RAHHHH. my mom walked into my room while i had the draft open on my laptop GSDHDSVJDDSHDV hoping she didn't catch anything written here ANYWAYS i hope you're in love with this man too and as always have a lovely morning, afternoon or evening ˙ᵕ˙
☆- sloppy/sleepy/SENSUAL sex, huge size kink(yk how i feel about this), spooning position (?), slight choking(headlock), featuring TENGEN UZUI♡
going to bed so early that he woke up in the middle of the night. he sighed as he stretched his arm out, looking for your warmth. once he found it, he immediately pressed into you. your bum making the large man harden from under the blankets and leak onto your smooth skin.
he nuzzled into your neck, kissing and slobbering over it with his slutty mouth as he woke you up to ask for permission. once it got it, he scooted closer, taking one arm to fit under your thigh and lift it up. you, already prepped and soaked from other previous activities, allowed him to ease into you. yet, only for his leaky tip to catch on your hole.
the action made your hips jump and you turned your head into the covers, hiding your sleepy whimpers and whine as he tried to fit his dick into your sloppy hole. but, of course, in retaliation, he slid an arm under your head and around your neck before he yanked your head back into a head lock.
Uzui pressed his nose into your hair, breathing in your natural scent as he tried again to press into your hole. finally catching and sinking deep into you. he wasn't even in halfway when you let out a pained whine, feeling his dick in your tummy.
"youre okay..." he would mumble in your ear once he fully sheathed himself in your cunt. his blond hairs brushing your clit, and with a pleasure filled groan, he reeled his hips back before pressing deep, not going fast and hard but slow and deep. you had his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he felt you clench. he pressed deep again, seemingly going even deeper.
i mean... you tried to struggle, to wiggle out his headlock or buck your hips away, but you know you just cant run from him. he will always drag you back or chase you and fuck you where you are, regardless of the situation.
your nails dragged down his arms, drawing blood and your toes curled up, crying out into the stilled air of your bedroom. begging him not to go so deep since you can feel him in your throat.
he moved his hips back again and pushed them back in, your ass meeting his pelvis right in the middle before he grinded his hips, relishing in the moans bubbling from your throat.
oh, how he loved the way you get when he comes back on missions. knowing it would be days, weeks or even months before you saw him again, he loves fucking you like he wont come back again. slow, deep, and sensual.
i wanted to do something different, so i did Uzui Tengen.
Wife Girlfriend Training (Tengen x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]
Synopsis: When Tengen puts in a big order to your bakery and you're short-staffed, you deliver it yourself only to find Uzui home alone. To repay you for the trip, he invites you in for dinner where things take a major turn when he finally admits his and his wives’ attraction to you. You’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so Tengen gives you an introduction to what it would be like to be his 4th girl...including some “training” of his own.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Self-Insert!Reader; Plus-Sized!Reader; Poly Relationship; Sister Wives; Highkey Flirting; Strangers to Lovers; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Tengen Has A Big Dick; Multiple Positions; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Deepthroating; Mutual Masturbation; Big Dick Training; Dirty Talk; Choking; Dom!Tengen/sub!Reader; mild BDSM; Creampie; Reader Cums 3x
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer’s Note: My very first Tengen fic!! I love me ALL of him & his big ass arms. I’ve thought about him bending me over MANY TIMES. His wives too. We all married. Anyways, a special thank you as always to @curiouscutie143 aka Tengen’s 5th wife (I’m his 4th) for trusting me to bring her fantasies to life & paying me to do it ❤️ I hope you all enjoy! -Jazz
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When the bell hanging above the door to your bakery tinkles, you look up so fast that you nearly get whiplash.
You expect to see a familiar, tall hunk with braided, silver locks or one of his gorgeous, black-haired beauties in the doorway of your business place, but your heart droops in disappointment when all you see is an old woman with her support dog—a regular. Not the regulars you want to see.
The small, white-haired woman waves at you and you wave back, putting a smile on your face. As she takes a seat at her regular booth, one of your employees goes to take her order.
You busy yourself cleaning off the counters and display cases of your baked goods when your friend and coworker comes walking out of the kitchen doors with a tray of cookies. “Got the batch of chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin ready for you.”
She sets the tray down and wipes her hands off on her apron. You’re wearing your own which is coated in flour from this morning’s batch of homemade cake batter that you stored in the freezer for future cake orders. “Thank you. I just need to decorate them now.” With a huff and an “oof”, you bend down to get some colored frosting out of the mini freezer under the counter.
You work quickly, squeezing tiny designs and flowers on the cookies in time for the lunch rush. Right now, it is the morning, so the usual customers you receive are just for coffee. While you work, your friend fills in an online order for a pastry and a lavender latte. You can tell from the way she’s looking at you from the corner of your eye that she’s about to make a joke.
“What, your boyfriend ain’t visit you yet?” She asks, looking at the front door. “Will he bring your girlfriends too?” You turn around and point the frost baster at her. She jumps back, laughing. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you growl. “Now stop saying that if you value your clothes.”
You abruptly turn around and continue your work, ignoring the way your body hums at the thought of your anticipated visitors. “Well, he sure seems to think so,” your friend giggles as she places the flaky pastry in a paper bag. “Every time he’s in here, he always looks like he wants to take you home with his girls, rip off your apron, and—“
The sound of the bell on your door ringing, fortunately, stops her, but it isn’t your so-called “boyfriend” or “girlfriends”. It’s just a businessman coming in for his morning coffee. You sigh and shoot a sharp look at your knowing friend who skips off to make a latte. You try to distract yourself from your thoughts by working, but your fingers feel numb and you can’t seem to focus so much on the cookies.
All because of that damn Hashira hunk and his three beautiful wives. Dammit. You almost wish Tengen Uzui never entered your bakery five months ago, but then again, it’s brought in a lot of business. To have a popular Demon Slayer Corp and his crew come in to indulge in your bakery has upped your sales and given you new customers. Tengen is one of them. He and his wives have become regulars of yours since Tengen stumbled into your bakery all those months ago.
And he literally stumbled. One of his wives, with her twinkling indigo eyes and shoulder-length black locks, dragged him into your bakery. Her blue kimono was short enough to draw eyes to her thighs and impressive rack. “In here, in here, Tengen-sama!” She excitedly shouted. “Look-it! They have the cutest cakes here!”
You had turned around with a welcoming smile, expecting it to be a dad and his daughter, but you were mistaken when you caught the glimpse of the gorgeous woman and her equally gorgeous man getting yanked on by the arm.
He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. About six-foot-something, he towered over Suma and was built like a goddamn tank. Your eyes didn’t know what to land and stay on. His silver locks of hair? His handsome face? His gorgeous crimson eye? His charming smile? His big ass arms?
He was big in all of the right places, his body impressively huge and toned, and seemed to make your bakery look like a dollhouse. An eyepatch adorned with three crystals covered his right eye while the other looked right at you from behind the counter. The smile that crossed his lips nearly made you shiver in delight.
Behind him were his two other wives, one with orange and black hair and a red kimono—Maiko—and one with long black hair tied into a ponytail, violet eyes, and an endearing mole on her right cheek—Hinatsuru. Each wife was beautiful, toned, and had racks you unconsciously stared at. Quickly, you looked away, feeling like a pervert. You hated being bi sometimes. Why must God punish you with hot guys and girls while at work?
“Suma, c’mon now, really!” Maiko scoffed, her hands on her hips and a scowl on her pretty face. “You can’t just run off with Tengen-sama like that! You know how he feels about us getting separated!”
Suma pouted, playing with her black locks. “But I just wanted to look at the cakes,” she murmured, staring longingly at the display of cakes and tarts by you at the front desk. Tengen chuckled, the deep rumble of his chuckle making your insides turn. “I think that she can explain more about ‘em to you, darling,” he gently said. “Hello, miss. Is this your bakery?”
All three of his wives looked at you as if they just realized you were standing there. They must have because Hinatsuru immediately gasps, horrified. “Oh, miss, we’re so sorry! We didn’t even notice you there!” She bowed respectfully. “Please forgive us for our rudeness.”
Maiko did the same and forced Suma to bend forward as well in an apologetic bow. Tengen did the same with ease. “No, no, it’s fine!” You protested, suddenly sweating under your apron and despite the AC pumping cool air around you. “You were too focused on the cakes and I don’t blame you. I made them last night if you four would like a sample.”
Suma popped up and gasped like an excited kid. “Really?! Oh, my gosh, thank you so, so much, Ms…er….” She stopped and squinted curiously at you, looking around your body for a name tag. Maiko rolled her eyes while Hinatmusu giggled into her dainty hand.
“V,” you answered. “I’m the owner of this bakery.” Tengen laughed at his wife and offered his big hand across the counter. “Tengen Uzui, 8th Demon Slayer Corp member,” he said in his deep, luscious voice. “Pleasure to meet you. These are my wives, Suma, Maiko, and Hinatsuru.”
“Please, just call me Hina,” Hinatsuru replied with a kind smile that made you think of blossoming flowers. Suma gave you a cute wave while Maiko seemed to not know what to do and just blushed despite her standoffish attitude. You took Tengen’s hand and shook it, noticing the rings adorning his fingers and the bracelets jingling against his wrist. He was so…flashy.
You were so focused on his jewelry that you almost missed that he said “wives” and “eighth Demon Corp member”. You kept a smile on your face as you shook his hand, ignoring the way your hand tingled as his calloused fingers clasped your smaller palm. But inside, you were gobsmacked. This was THE Tengen Uzui, one of the most prominent demon slayers in all the land. And here he was in your tiny bakery with his three gorgeous ass wives!
“V-Very nice to meet you,” you damn near exhaled. Uzui seemed to realize the power he had on you from the simple touch because his kind smile turned into a flirty smirk. “This is a cute lil’ place you got here,” he said as he stuck his hand in his pocket that was once in yours. “We couldn’t help but come in to check out what you had, right, ladies?”
“Mmm-hmm!” Suma answered with an eager nod. “We love all kinds of sweets, especially Maiko! She loves eating cakes and cookies late at night when she thinks no one is paying attention.”
Maiko gaped at her sister-wife, flames nearly coming out of her reddened face. “Hey!” She barked. “That’s not true!” Uzui wagged a finger at her, tutting. “Lying is a sin, don’t you know, my Maiko?” He teasingly asked in that silky voice. You melted just like Maiko did, a slight whimper exciting her lips at the pet name.
Hinatsuru suddenly appeared at the counter, that kind, genuine smile still on her lovely face. “You mustn’t mind us,” she giggled. “We have our different personalities, but we really do work great as a team. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” She turned to look at them, an adoring look in her eyes.
It was a look that you were envious of. You’ve never interacted with a poly couple before, but you knew right then that it was something you’d never knock until you experienced it firsthand for yourself. Seeing all of the love in Hinatsuru’s eyes made you want to try it out for yourself to see if you, too, could experience that kind of feeling.
But alas: these are just fantasies right now. Your partners are your business and baking right now. You’re so dedicated to your relationship and passion that you wake up at the ass crack of dawn to bake and you don’t leave until almost eleven at night sometimes because you’re busy preparing for events and business hours. It becomes tiring, yes, but it’s all worth it. You love your little bakery to death and you want to see it continue to blossom like you know it can.
So, like any good baker and businesswoman, you gave Uzui and his wives a sample of your cakes: fruit tart with glazed fruit and lemon custard, vanilla coconut with coconut flakes, tiramisu, and chocolate mousse with dark chocolate powder dusting the top. You watched joyously as the four chomped down on your delicacies, each one wearing expressions of wonder and satisfaction.
Suma made a very lewd-sounding moan as she chomped down on the chocolate cake, frosting all over her mouth. “Wow!” She sighed. “These are absolutely amazing! And you baked all of these yourself?”
You flushed at the twinkle in her eyes. ”Yeah,” you bashfully replied. “I’m so glad you like them.” You turned to Uzui who swallowed his sample in one gulp and rubbed his toned stomach. “Oh, more than like, Ms. V,” he said. “We love these little cakes. And this little place of yours is so cute and…flashy.” He looked around the quaint and small bakery, smiling fondly. “It’s adorable! How long have you had it for?”
He seemed so interested in this that you almost didn't know what to say. It had been forever since someone actually seemed like they wanted to know all about you without having ulterior motives aka wanting to sleep with you. Another reason why you barely dated. You nervously laughed, taken aback by his genuine interest. “About two years now since I got my license, but I’ve been baking literally my entire life.”
Uzui whistled, looking like he approved of this information. “That takes so much skill!” He praised, leaning against the counter with one huge arm slung across it. “So you’re a businesswoman, a skilled baker, and beautiful? I’m sure you’ve got the fellas linin’ up outside your door.”
The smile that crossed his lips was flirtatious and playful. It would turn you off if it came from some other guy you barely know, but there was something about him that made you not mind. And it had nothing to do with his status. Uzui came off to you like he was a big flirt, yes, but also very laid back and easy-going. It relaxed you even when you barely knew anything about him. He had a very blasé attitude to him that didn’t match his flash jewelry and painted fingernails that you were absolutely attracted to, picturing them somewhere on your body. You understood then why his wives were so fond of him.
“You mustn’t embarrass her, Tengen-sama!” Hina critically said, grabbing Uzui’s arm. “Pardon me for saying so, but you are very beautiful, Ms. Y/N.” A pink blush spread across her cheeks, making her look even more gorgeous. You were breathless, unable to speak. A woman as gorgeous as her complimenting your looks was like an award in gold. “Isn’t she?!” Suma squealed. “I was staring at her the whole time wondering how she got her hair like that! Oh, and her skin is so pretty and glowy! Don’t you think so, Maiko?”
All of you turned to Maiko who was busy nibbling on her tiramisu. She blushed at the eyes on her and tucked into herself. ”I-I guess,” she mumbled and continued eating. Uzui smirked at you, a playful twinkle in his eye. “She’s a shy girl,” he whispered. “Don’t let her turn ya off.”
You didn’t tell either of them that you were turned on beyond belief. Fortunately, their desire to put in an order made you forget all about how much you were throbbing and how weak in the knees you felt. Uzui boastfully ordered a dozen cakes for his wives and his team, resulting in you filling two boxes with twelve of your cakes each. Uzui carried the two boxes and gave you a thankful smile as he and Hina exited your bakery.
Suma practically skipped after them. “Thank you for the cakes!” She called as she waved from the door. Maiko stayed behind and passed you a crisp $100 bill. “From Tengen-sama,” she explained. “He said keep the change.” She paused, her face ablaze. “A-and you do have…really pretty hair,” she muttered. She didn’t stick around long enough to wait for you to thank her.
You watched her go, somehow already missing their presence and hoping to see them again. They brought a light to your bakery the way no other customer has. But as you were processing the money, the door opened again, and in walked Uzui. “Oh, did you forget something?” you curiously ask, cocking your head to the side.
He didn’t answer you as he strode up to you in five long strides, his boots thudding across the floor. Your heart leaped at his strange frown, wondering what could be wrong. Did he not like the cakes after all? He suddenly threw an elbow over the counter and leaned in like he was about to tell you a secret. “You’ve got a card or somethin’?” he whispered. Because I have a whole lot of sweet-toothed people who would love to come here for their fix.” He smirked at you, goofily so.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic personality. Reaching down where the cash register was, you plucked a business card from beside it and handed it to Uzui. He gave you a smile and a wink as he pocketed your card. “It was nice meeting you, V,” he said. “We’ll be back.”
And that they were back. The Hashira and his three wives came back again and again, buying sugary, caffeinated drinks and sweets. They came mostly on the weekends and sometimes during the week on random, but like clockwork, they were here. Uzui never came alone, always having his girls with him and spending all kinds of coin on whatever they wanted.
As time passed, you found yourself looking forward to them showing up. You enjoyed their presence and they seemed to make your little bakery that much brighter and sweeter when they were here. It didn’t take long for your days to be filled with daydreams and nights to be haunted by fantasies of being with them as intimately as they are with each other—holding hands, touching lips, whispering sweet nothings…
Especially with Uzui. How could you not? The man is a walking wet dream! Every time he slid you some game and flirted with you so openly in front of the girls and in private, you could feel yourself folding. But how are his wives so okay with him flirting with another woman in front of them? Is this just their relationship? Did you really want to understand? Maybe…join them?
‘No, you horny bitch,’ you firmly think to yourself as you finish frosting the cookies. ‘No dating right now. Just business. Keep your head on straight.’
No matter how much Uzui’s flirting turns you on and piques your curiosity. Besides, how can he possibly be interested in you? He already has three women on his arm that would put any supermodel to shame. With his status and looks, he couldn’t possibly want you.
You manage to distract yourself with some customers for a while until you get a particular call that you are not expecting. You answer it as normal, thinking it’s just another order for some catering or something. “V’s Sweets,” you brightly say into the phone.
“Hi there, Ms. V,” a familiar, silky voice replies in your ear. Your brain damn near short circuits. “Your voice first thing in the morning is definitely better than these goddamn birds on my roof. How are you this morning?”
It takes a minute for you to find your voice as his washes over you. You look around the bakery to make sure no one is watching you slowly combust behind the counter. “Uzui,” you exhale. “Um…m’fine!” You clear your throat, quickly recovering. “Good, thanks. How are you?”
“Perfect now,” he answers without missing a beat. Goddamn him and his game! You can hear him smile on the other line and briefly imagine how fine he looks. “Listen, as much as I’d love to stay on the phone and hear you talk, I’ll admit that I’m in a time crunch with training. But I need your help with somethin’ big.”
The gears in your head immediately start turning. What could it be, you wonder? A big event for the Demon Corps he wants catering for? “Oh…okay,” you hesitantly say. “What can I do for you?”
“I want to put in an order for my girls,” he explains. You don’t know why, but hearing him call his wives “my girls” makes your heart flutter.
‘Maybe because you want to be his girl too.’
You see, they’re off traveling to the mountains for a training session,” he continues. “They’ve been gone since last Monday and are returning Saturday night. I wanted to surprise them with a cake to welcome them home, but I need it ready by tomorrow. I know it’s last minute and I’ll pay as much as you want.”
You instantly begin to schedule the cake order in your head’s calendar. Today is Friday which means you have at least the next 24 hours to fix this cake. Thank God you have a leftover batch of batter in the freezer you can use. “It’s no problem, Uzui,” you giggle. “That’s so sweet of you! Just tell me what flavor they like and other details for the cake. I promise I’ll have it ready by tomorrow.”
Uzui sounds relieved. “You’re a fucking doll,” he sighs. “I’ll send you the money once we’re off the phone. Just work your flashy magic like I know you can, V. My girls are gonna be so excited when they get home!” You smile proudly, glad to know he trusts you so strongly when it comes to baking.
You learn that he’d like a single-layered cake with buttercream frosting, candied flowers, and three flavors: vanilla for Hina, strawberry for Maiko, and chocolate for Suma. You write it all down and once you get that Cash App deposit, you get to work.
For the rest of Friday into the night, you spend your hours mixing, baking, and sweating hard in the kitchen while your wonderful employees graciously take over for the customers. Even when they leave that night at 9 PM, you’re still there, flour on your face and food coloring on your apron.
You are tired and in need of a hot shower, but once you finish the cake, you step back and admire your handiwork. It is a beauty—buttercream frosting swirls decorate the top of the cake along with candied flowers surrounding the words written in the middle: “Welcome Home, Girls!” You made sure to make the insides a swirl of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, coloring it just right.
You almost want to call Uzui and send him a photo, but you decide to surprise him. So you carefully wrap the cake in plastic, place it in the fridge, and lock up your bakery before going home to sleep, walking on cloud nine. You think that nothing can go wrong with this order…Until the next night, that is.
Everything that could ever go wrong goes wrong for you. For one, it’s because the cake can’t be delivered to Uzui until he gets home that night because he’s training a class. “I won’t be home till at least eight,” he explains that morning, sounding apologetic. “If someone can drop it off then, I’ll be home to get it personally and pay extra.”
Number two, you’re extremely short-staffed. Not only is it Saturday and most people don’t work on weekends (except for you), but it’s also raining. The plans for the weather are downpours all weekend which means you definitely aren’t going to be able to find a deliverer. When you realize your dilemma, you sigh into your mug of much-needed coffee with two shots of espresso. “Shit,” you mutter, quiet enough to not alarm customers. Now it’s up to you to handle this.
That night, while the handful of employees you have are cleaning your bakery before closing, you take the cake and put it in the trunk of your cute little Sedan. It is only drizzling right now, so you hurry into your car and punch Uzui’s address into Apple Maps. Once the route shows up, you take off but drive slowly due to the slick roads and the cake in the trunk.
You’ve personally delivered orders before, especially to big events, such as parties and weddings. Delivering to someone’s house isn’t any different for you…except for the fact that this delivery is for a man that you’re severely feeling.
Uzui’s place is about twenty minutes outside the city where the Demon Corps compound is located. His little home, purchased for his wives, is ten minutes away from the compound down a dirt road. You manage to make it there before the rain starts coming down like a waterfall in the Amazon rainforest.
Raindrops pound against your car like tiny mallets as you race out of your car to toss open the trunk and get the cake. Even in your raincoat, you feel like you’re soaked to the bone. The dirt road has become wet and mushy like quicksand, making it hard to move in your boots. “God,” you groan, gripping the cake tight as you quickly move through the thick sheet of rain.
You manage to make it to Uzui’s front door and rapidly knock with one hand. “Yes?” you hear him call, stern and unsure. Fuck, you forgot to call him first! “It’s V!” you shout through the door. “From the bakery? I’ve got your cake order here!”
There’s a beat of silence before you hear the lock on the door click. The door opens, revealing a cozy home and a very wet, very shirtless man towering over you. Uzui stands barefoot in some sweats that are dangerously low on his narrow hips, giving you a peek of his well-defined V-line slick with water. His hair is stringy and wet and a towel is wrapped around his neck which means he must gotten out of the shower. You nearly drop the cake at the sight of him.
“Hey,” he sighs. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, V. I tried to call, but reception is so bad ‘cause of the rain.”
Your eyes tick up to look at his guilty expression instead of his body and sweatpants where you were definitely not hoping to see a dick print. “Oh…why?” you carefully ask. “Did you not want the cake anymore?”
Uzui bursts into laughter. “Hell no, are you kiddin’? Of course, I want this beauty!” He smiles adoringly at the cake in your hands. “But the girls told me that they won’t be home until tomorrow because of the storm. That’s why they aren’t here. It’s just me.”
It’s just me. “Oh,” you reply. “Well, that’s okay! I can still just drop it off and it’ll be good by tomorrow.” You hold the cake out for him to take. He does so, his big, calloused hands brushing yours. You clear your throat, awkward and ignoring the spark you feel when you touch. You snatch your hands away and put them in your pocket. “W-Well, I should probably—“
“You’re leaving?” he asks, sounding shocked. “In this weather? Wouldn’t you wanna wait this out for a while? I feel bad enough that you even came all this way here just to drop it off.” That’s an idea. A very bad idea. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s my job anyways, so—“
“Job or not, it’s still very generous of you,” Uzui interrupts you. “Can I fix you somethin’ before you go? Did you eat?” It’s just me. His words come back to you, haunting. Being in a room alone with a man you’re very attracted to and so happens to be married is a recipe for fucking disaster. “Uh…no, I’m really not hungry.”
Grrrrooooowl. Your stomach rumbles, giving you away. All you had for lunch was coffee and a piece of apple strudel. Uzui smirks knowingly at you while you think about killing yourself. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles. “C’mon, I just fixed some rice and grilled chicken if you want some. The rain doesn’t stop till nine, so you can head out then. Cute car, by the way.”
“Well…” You turn to look at your Sedan, contemplating your decision. What if this is a trap? What if you walk in there and never come back out? What if he’s really a cult leader, his wives are his members, and he’s trying to indoctrinate you or something?
And what if maybe he truly is just being nice? Finally, you sigh and pat the pocket of your jeans to make sure your phone, keys, and pepper spray are, in fact, there. “Alright, but only until the rain stops,” you say, softly yet firmly. Uzui nods and opens the door wider for you. “Make yourself at home and I’ll getcha a plate. Lemme take your coat.”
He stands behind you as he helps you out of your raincoat, making your heart pound ten times faster. He’s so big. He practically hits the ceiling above with how tall he is. You know he’d just about cover your body if he was on top of you. Once your coat is off, he hangs it up near the door and coaxes you to sit and decompress.
While he takes the cake to the small yet homely kitchen and begins posting around in it, you take a seat on the love sofa that you know he and his girls have cuddled and fucked many times on. You left your boots by the door to dry so you stretch out your toes and shiver at the warmth curling throughout the house. Uzui’s home is so cozy with its splash of color, small rooms, wooden furnishings, and framed photos.
Many, many framed photos. You stare at one next to you of Uzui in a suit in front of a backdrop of cherry blossoms. Hina, Suma, and Maiko stand in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, each holding a bouquet of flowers in gorgeous white dresses. “That’s from our wedding day with Suma,” he suddenly explains.
You startle, finding him standing above you with two steaming plates of white rice, grilled chicken with parsley, and a side of steamed vegetables. “That was taken three years ago,” he says, sitting down beside you. “We’ve been together for a long while now, all of us.” You smile despite yourself as he passes you your plate. “That’s a beautiful thing, to be with someone for so long and stand the test of time. Especially three other people.”
He nods, agreeing with you. “We’ve had our ups and downs, but I wouldn’t give ‘em up for anything. They’re my everything.” The hint of an adoring smile on his face makes something tighten inside of you. Jealousy? Disappointment that you haven’t found that yet? All yes.
For a while, you eat in silence that is only filled by the sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside. When you feel that some time has passed, you speak. “I envy you,” you sigh as you finish chewing on your piece of chicken. The explosion of herbs and spices nearly makes you moan in delight. And he can cook too?! “The dating pool is in Hell, so I haven’t done much of it.”
“Oh, I believe it,” Uzui chuckles. “To be a woman as independent and beautiful as you…some men are intimidated by that. Believe it or not, no one wanted to court my wives because of their fighting skills and independence. It turns a lot of guys off.” He makes a disapproving face at the idea that makes you laugh.
“Well, all it takes is that right guy to make any independent woman his,” you blurt. Fuck. Now that the words are out there and he’s looking at you so cluelessly, you have to explain. “Y’know,” you say, slowly chewing on your rice. “Like she’ll submit to you because you treat her so well. You make her feel safe.”
Uzui nods in understanding, his plate completely clean. “Ah…is that what you look for in a partner?” You nearly get a piece of steamed broccoli stuck in your throat by the sudden pivot of a conversation topic. “Um…w-well, yeah, I guess, if I dated.”
Uzui raised a confused eyebrow. “You don’t date?” Slowly, you shake your head. “I haven’t had much of a good swim in the dating pool, so I’ve just been focusing on my business. It gets lonely, yes, but I’m just not up for the bullshit and games.” You shovel more food into your mouth to silence yourself, realizing how easy it is to open up to Uzui.
The Hashira continues to stare at you, his eye almost like a laser beam burning into you. You’re so focused on your food and the rain that you nearly miss his next words: “Well, I know for a fact that me and my girls wouldn’t dare bullshit or play games with you…if you let us show you.”
You place your fork down on the plate, your appetite suddenly gone. Everything sounds louder now: the rain, your labored breathing, the blood pumping in your ears. You turn to Uzui and find him staring at you, his one eye blazing with intensity. “Why are you telling me this?” You ask above a whisper.
Uzui lowers his plate to the table and does the same to yours. He doesn’t touch you, but his gaze on you makes you feel as if he’s touching every single part of you. “I was tryin’ hard to keep this to myself, but now that you’re here and we’re finally alone…I can finally tell you how I really feel.”
In that moment, something in you ignites and you stand from the couch like something lit your ass on fire. “A-Actually, I need to go,” you stammer as you head to the door. “I need to feed my, um…cat.” Even though you don’t have a cat.
But as you attempt to race to get your coat and boots, Uzui stops you by simply saying your name. “V,” he says, his voice almost pleading. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Slowly, you turn your body to him, but you don’t look at him. You keep your eyes locked on the floor. “This feels like a trap,” you admit with an awkward laugh.
“It’s not,” he protests, sounding hurt by the assumption. “I promise you, V, it isn’t. I had wanted to invite you over when the girls finally came home to tell you all of this, but with you being here…shit, I just couldn’t resist not sayin’ nothin’ to you after so long.” When you finally do look at him, his face is filled with so much longing that it nearly makes your knees buckle.
“I need to act on my advances somehow,” he continues. “Did you notice any of ‘em? Ever?” You put your hands in your pockets, unsure of what to do. The room suddenly feels too small for your size. “Um…yes, but I’ll admit that I ignored them because of work. I needed to focus on my bakery.”
“I don’t blame you for that,” he replies. “And I don’t blame you for bein’ wary of this, V, but you don’t have to be that way with me. My feelings for you are real.” The soft lamplight illuminates his handsome face. “My attraction for you is real.”
You grip your keys in your back pocket. This is getting too hot and too personal. It’s too much. You should turn and leave to avoid falling even deeper into this dangerous situation. But instead, you stand there and face your fears. “I…I feel the same,” you softly confess, so soft that the rain nearly swallows up your voice.
But Uzui hears you nonetheless. His body relaxes, the tension in his muscles melting away. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he wonders and you look at him like he’s deadass serious. “Tengen, you’re married,” you scoff. “You have three women that you’re committed to!”
He nods, biting his lip. “Okay, yeah. That was a stupid question.”
“So what about your girls?” you demand. “Is this going to ruin your marriage?” Immediately, he shakes his head. “Not at all. I was waiting till they returned so they could tell this to you in person, but they’re just as attracted to you as I am. They’ve wanted you to join our little family since we met.”
Your eyes widen as your blood pressure rises. “Family?!” you parrot. “Tengen, I can’t marry you!”
Uzui blinks in confusion and then realization like flickering lightbulb appears in his eyes. “No, no, no!” he protests with a laugh. “You’ve got it wrong, darling. I don’t mean join our marriage. I mean join our relationship—that is, you’d be dating all four of us…if that’s somethin’ you’d want to do.”
You bite your lip, contemplating this. Yes, you’ve thought about being with them. Many of your nights have been filled with hot dreams of you between them, your bedroom filled with moans from all of you. But it’s different from actually doing it. “I’m attracted to you all too,” you admit, “but I’ve never been in a poly relationship before. I’ve never even been with more than one partner in the bedroom.”
Uzui’s gaze is soft and sweet, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” he says, taking a step closer. You allow it, not moving even as he gets closer to you. “It’s your decision, V, but I can promise you that if you say yes, not a day would go by where we wouldn’t show you how right you were in picking us to be your partners.”
When he is finally near you and towering over you, he takes your hands in his. “For however long you want us.” You stare up into his eye, falling deeper and deeper into whatever “trap” he has set for you. “Say that I did say yes,” you say, breathless from the magic he is working on you. “What would happen if I was your fourth girl?”
His brows raise in surprise and a smirk stretches across his lips. “Oh,” he replies. “You want a teaser?” You jerkingly nod, afraid to speak. He turns his hands over so they are underneath yours and rubs his thumbs along your knuckles. You inhale and unfortunately catch a whiff of the fruity soap and cologne on his skin.
“Well, for one,” he starts in his silky, dreamy voice, “I’d treat you the same way I treat my wives: with love, adoration, and respect…in and out of the bedroom, if that’s what you’re gettin’ at.” His eye pierces into yours, filled with heat and a sinful promise that makes you want to fall into his big arms that are the size of your entire body. “And I make sure all of my girls are taken care of.”
Something in the way he says that also tells you that ain’t just words—they’re a fucking promise. Finally, temptation gets the best of you and you toss yourself at him to kiss him. He makes a noise of surprise as you leap into his body, but once your body and lips melt into his, he moans in pleasure and satisfaction at finally having you here. Against him. Wrapped in his arms.
His lips are soft and taste faintly of wine. They pull you in deeper and deeper, causing you to push your plump body against his. Uzui welcomes you, his toned arms hugging you tight and inviting you to indulge in his biceps and pecs. The more you touch, the wetter you get. You can feel your pussy clenching in your panties, excited by the many sights, scents, and sensations you’re experiencing.
Finally, you pull away and you’re both panting, only an inch away from each other’s lips. “I take it you like that idea?” he murmurs against your lips. Slowly, you nod, speechless. “So you wanna give this a shot? Remember, baby, you call the shots here.”
He gently strokes your back, not cringing at all at your rolls and love handles. It makes you feel especially sexy. You bite your lip, thoughtfully stroking his chest. “I’m thinking about it, but I think I need more…” One of your hands slides down to play idly with the tie of his sweats. “Persuasion,” you sigh.
A big, happy smile crosses Uzui’s lips and he plants another passionate kiss on your lips. “I can do that, no problem.” Another hot kissing session begins that sweeps you off your feet and makes your pussy gush. The more you push against Uzui, he pushes back just as much, his hands roaming over your back, legs, and plump ass in your jeans.
He wedges one of his muscular thighs in between your soft, plushy ones and you gasp at the hard sensation you feel pushing against his sweats. “Can you feel me?” he asks, peppering your neck in kisses. “That’s what you do to me. What you’ve been doin’ to me since I met you.”
Your mouth stays agape, processing what you’re feeling. The pleasure is immense. His bulge slides against the heat between your thighs, right up against your fabric-covered pussy. “Of course, you’d need a bit of training with me though,” he adds, deciding to kiss your shoulder now.
You tilt your head back, enjoying his ministrations. “You mean, like, fighting?” you ask. “Like your wives do?” He pulls away and a sheepish smile is on his lips. “Well, yes, but I meant a “different” type of training,” he chuckles. “I’m, uh…kinda big.”
You stare at him blankly, confused. Instead of clarifying, he takes your hand and places your hand on his abs. “Go ahead; touch me, baby.” His eye twinkles with mirth and lust that excites you. Your hand cascades down his washboard abs to his V-line until you meet his very big, very hard, very thick bulge. Kinda? That thing is like a third arm!
At your gobsmacked expression, he frowns. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” he worriedly asks. You flush, biting your lip to curb some of the horiness that has taken hold of you so you can’t even think straight. “Uh…uncomfortable ain’t the word I’d use.”
Interest crosses Uzui’s handsome face and he yanks you closer to him. “Oh, yeah?” he teases. “I’m gettin’ to you, hm? Lemme see then.” His hands move off of you to move down to his sweats, his fingers gliding against the ties holding them up. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
You don’t need to be told twice. Quickly, you take off your sweater, jeans, and bra along with your socks while Uzui takes his sweats and briefs off it one sweep. Suddenly, you both stand naked in his living room, your eyes drinking each other in. Uzui hungrily stares at your plump, soft, curvaceous body in the lamplight.
Even though you’re clearly bigger than his wives, he still looks at you like you’re a dessert plate. If it wasn’t for how damn good he looked, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too busy staring at his beautiful body, pierced nipples, and that big cock hanging between his three-trunk thighs. “Oh, wow,” you gasp. “Y-You’re really….big.”
Uzui smiles, flashing you his pearly whites. “I’m on the thicker side too,” he says pridefully. “I thought it’d scare my wives, but they love it, even without penetration.”
You can definitely see why. Your mouth salivates and your pussy aches for him. He steps to you, his chest and nipple rings now eye level with you.
“So I’d train you to take my big dick,” he purrs. “Is that somethin’ you’re interested in tonight? Maybe a trial run?”
A night of orgasms with the Hashira himself? How could you say no? “Yes,” you whisper. “But can I choose the positions?” He smiles, overjoyed with your agreement and gently kisses your lips. “Whatever you want, baby. But let’s take this to the bed.”
As soon as Uzui leads you through the house to the last room—his and his wives’ bedroom—, he and you immediately hit the king-size bed big enough for six people and begin your highly anticipated “trial run”. After a serious of tongue kisses, touches, and licks, you’re suddenly in the most compromising position you’ve been in in a long time.
You sit against the pillows with your legs spread and your panties discarded on the floor after Uzui pulled them down your thighs with his teeth. His thick fingers rub your cunt while your hand is wrapped around his dick coated in spit and flavored lube from his nightstand.
Uzui stares at you adoringly while you jerk him off, pushing his hips farther into your hand. “That’s it, mama,” he coos. “Stroke that dick like a good girl. Get a feel of it.”
You whimper at his praise-fille words, your pleasure only fueled by his thick fingers rubbing your clit in small, slow circles and the wet, lewd sounds of your hand sliding along his slick cock. You get to know each other and your bodies, focusing on what you respond well to and what you may not. So far, your body is responding extremely nicely to everything Uzui does. Your nipples are hard, your heart is pounding, and your pussy is gushing on his fingers as he continues to rub you.
“Isn’t it so nice?” he asks, his voice husky and soft from your little hand stroking his big, thick dick. “Havin’ a big cock in your hand while you get that pussy rubbed?” He looks down at his slick fingers, hardening at the sight of your glistening holds. “She’s so wet for me. It’s been a while since someone has treated her well, hasn’t it?”
He retracts his fingers and holds them to your mouth where you part your lips and begin to suck on them. He moans as he feels your soft lips wrap around his thick digits before he slides them out and places them back on your cunt. His cock grows hard, throbbing in your hand. “U-Uzi,” you moan. “I want you in my mouth.”
He smirks down at you, ever the tease. With one of his other big hands, he wraps it around your throat and squeezes. “What’s the magic word?” He presses a bit harder against your clit, making you gasp. “Please,” you exhale, your eyes fluttering at the pleasure. Uzui places a soft smack on your cunt, making you jump. “Louder,” he demands.
“Please!” You whine, the word escaping you. He presses an awarding kiss against your soft lips as his hand replaces yours wrapped around his cock. “Good girl. Now open up.” Once again, you part your lips and he slowly slides his shaft into your mouth, allowing you time to get used to him.
He is as big and as thick as he looks with a throbbing vein trailing from his tip dribbling in pre-cum to his heavy balls that lightly tap your chin as he sinks in deeper, deeper, deeper.
You taste the salty pre on your tongue as his head slides across it, the taste tantalizing your tastebuds. He is so warm and thick, stretching out your mouth with every inch.
He lets you settle into it for a few minutes before he begins to rock his hips and fuck your mouth. Your eyes sting with tears and your jaw aches from it being open slack, but you induce it. The pleasure of pleasing Uzui and having his big cock in your throat is too good to pass up. Uzui groans, his hand tangled in your hair. “Yes,” he hisses. “That’s it, take me deeper. Fuckin’ hell, V, you’re so good at this.”
Hearing his husky, silky voice sound so thick with pleasure makes you oh-so wet. You begin to gag on his cock as you move your head up and down, bobbing along his shaft. You lick along him like he’s a lollipop, causing spit to drip down your lips and his balls. You’ve never felt so sloppy and slutty, but you enjoy it immensely. Is this how his wives every time they blow him?
Suddenly, Uzui pulls himself out of your heavenly mouth and lays on his back. Before you can ask what he’s doing, his hands wrap around your waist and pull you on top of him towards his face. “Wait, wait,” you gasp. “What are you doing?” You look back at him, perturbed. He just gives you a dashing smile and lays a smack on your ass. “Putting this gorgeous ass on my face where it belongs. Don’t worry, I can handle you, mama. You just worry about gaggin’ on my cock, okay?”
Seeing the gentleness and lust for you in his twinkling eye buries all of your doubts about sitting on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you blurt, not even realizing what you said until you say it. You flush with embarrassment, but Uzui’s cock stirs like you just said the magic word. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have you,” he exhales, shuddering at your obedient reply.
He coaxes you to park your pussy on his face which you do, bracing your hands on his thighs just as his tongue begins to caress every part of your slippery, soft, wet cunt. Your whimpers and moans are muffled as you begin to throat his cock once more, bobbing up and down, your tongue swirling around the heat while you stroke the rest of which you can’t swallow.
Uzui is so unbelievably good at eating pussy, but you wouldn’t think he wasn’t. He uses his fingers where his tongue isn’t, rubbing your clit while his tongue explores your folds, his moans causing vibrations to travel up to your hardening, tingling nipples. You begin to suck on him eagerly, sinking your throat deeper onto his shaft.
He groans underneath you, pulsing his hips up to fuck your face. “So greedy. I’m scared you won’t wanna share me once I get my girls in here.” Smack! He gives your ass another smack that makes your pussy quiver. “Ya think you could be a good girl and share my cock, baby girl?”
You pick your head up from his cock and take a breath of fresh air. “Y-Yes,” you softly whine. His fingers slowly sink into your pussy, making your moans grow louder. “Do you mean that?” he asks, his voice dipping below an octave. You whimper as he curls his digits up, making you rock your hips back in pleasure.
That knot in your stomach tightens until it finally snaps and you open your mouth to gasp as your orgasm approaches. “Oh, my God, Uzui…I’m gonna…oh, shit, I’m cumming!” Your orgasm ripples through you as Uzui begins to gently suck on your clit while he finger-fucks you, taking you through your nut.
It’s a powerful, intense orgasm that makes your eyes flutter closed and your body feel like it’s soaring. It’s an orgasm intensified by the fact that it’s a sexy ass man causing it. That only makes it better. When it finally fades, you shudder with delight and a dopey smile appears on your lips.
Uzui hums in disapproval as if you’ve proven that you’re lying, sliding his fingers out of you. “Guess it can’t be helped, but we’ve still got some training to do.”
He plants a kiss on your asscheek and on your pussy. “Now be a good girl and take this dick the way you need to,” he purrs, giving you the go to use his dick as a personal dildo for your enjoyment. After all, you still need to undergo the rest of your trial run.
You choose cowgirl first because it allows you to take control over the tempo and pressure. Uzui allows it, personally loving how you look bouncing on his cock. He lays back against a pillow with his arms comfortably behind his head as he ogles at the way your ass jiggles and juicy tits bounce every time you sink down onto his cock.
“God, Uzui, yes!” You shout. “Yes, yes, keep going! Don’t fucking stop!” You’re losing your mind on it, practically seeing stars as you rock your hips, your hands gripping his pecs and your knees on the bed.
Uzui smirks up at you, loving this movie. “I’m not even doin’ anything, baby,” he chuckles. “That’s all you. Just look at this ass bouncin’ on my cock.” He gives your ass a sharp smack, loving the way you loudly whine as he does it. “Such a little cock slut you’ve become.” He tuts, licking his fingers before rubbing your clit. “You’re worse than my wives.”
Just as quickly as it happened, he takes his fingers away and sucks on them. “But if you insist on me doin’ something to you…” He suddenly sits up and grabs you before thrusting his hips up to meet yours, plunging his cock deeper inside of you. Your mouth falls slack and you grip his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin.
“How’s this, hm?” He grunts. “Is this enough for my girl, huh?” You can’t even begin to voice the amount of pleasure you feel as he fucks you stupid, bouncing you in his lap. “Fuck, Daddy, yes!” You moan. “Oh, my God, fuck!”
The pleasure only reaches new heights for you both as he suddenly lays you down onto the bed, hikes you legs up over his shoulders, and begins to fuck you missionary style. He mounts you, rides you, plants that big body on top of you as he puts you into his mattress. You wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala bear, enjoying the ride he takes you on.
He smiles down at you, enjoying it too. “Such a flashy expression you’ve got there, baby,” he huffs. “Is this dick that good, hm? You enjoyin’ this trial run so far?” You weakly nod, too busy moaning to form coherent sentences. “Aw, c’mon, mama,” he coos, reaching down to squeeze your throat. “Give Daddy some words.”
You don’t know what feels better: his big hand replacing a necklace around your throat or his cock buried inside of you. Desperation to keep this feeling fills you, giving you that kick to speak. “Uzui,” you moan. “Keep going. Fuck me please!”
Uzui, with his face flushed and his hair falling in his face, smiles down at you the way a wolf would his prey. “Oh, sweetie, you haven’t been fucked yet.”
After pressing a kiss to your bare foot, he bends your knees so he can press his pelvis against yours, your ass cushioning his thighs, and begins to piston his hips against yours. With every thrust and brush of his pelvis against your needy, throbbing clit, you grow wetter. So wet that it drips down your asscrack onto the sheets that you’re currently gripping for dear life.
Fortunately for the both of you, your wetness increases the lubrication, making it easier to Uzui pound your pussy into the bed that rocks and creaks below you. Your moans and swears mingle with one another, creating a chorus of pleasure that echoes throughout the empty house.
It doesn’t take long for that pleasure to build and spill over into your second orgasm of the night. “Cumming!” You sob. “I’m cumming!” Uzui talks you through it with that soft, sexy voice of his, still drilling your shit as if his life depends on it. “Cum for me, baby. Give me another, c’mon.”
He presses himself against you, his nose buried in your hair, and gives you a few more determined, deep strokes that send you over the edge. With a loud sob-like moan, you cum again, gushing all over the thick cock buried inside of your cunt.
Uzui groans as he feels your walls clench around him, threatening to make him cum too…but not yet. He still needs to show you more. When he finally feels you go slack underneath him, he gently unwinds your arms and legs from him. “That’s better,” he sighs with a smile. “Now it’s time to get my nut too.”
Slowly, he pulls out and turns you over without warning. With a gasp of surprise, you feel him grab your hips and lift your ass up before sliding himself back home inside of you. Taking control over you and your body, he begins to slam himself into you, burying his cock deeper and deeper into the wet, quivering folds of your pussy.
“That better?” He bellows from behind you. “You like gettin’ fucked like this?” You whine and moan in response, your face buried in the mattress. He fucks you like you’re his own personal fleshlight, using you for his own pleasure while also giving you yours too. Your pussy, still sensitive from your last two orgasms, squelches and throbs around him, pulling the cum out of him.
Uzui leans down to whisper in your ear, his big body covering yours once more. “And just think: you can get this every day. Every night. Any time you want.” He reaches between your thighs to rub your clit, stimulating you. “You can get it fast and rough or slow and gentle. You can have this whenever you want it, baby. All you have to do is say yes.”
You want to say yes. You’ve never wanted anything more. Your brain is fogged by pleasure and your third orgasm quickly approaching. You can’t believe that you can have endless nights of endless orgasms and hot sex with not only him but his three gorgeous wives too. Who wouldn’t say yes to that?
“Oh, fuck!” You sob into the bed, fisting the sheets. “Too much! I can’t—“
“Uh-uh,” he interrupts you in a voice so demanding and stern that it silences you. “Don’t tell me you can’t take it. You can, baby. You can do whatever you set your mind to.”
He presses your ass down onto the bed and proceeds to fuck you pronebone style, drawing his hips down against your soft, plump ass.
“So you’d better set it on this cock,” he whispers. “If you wanna be mine, you have to.”
You weakly turn your head to the side to look at him, finding his face already within reach. He plants a hot, wet kiss on your lips, sharing his breath with yours. “Don’t you wanna be my girl, mama?” He whispers against your mouth. “Don’t you wanna be mine?”
Yes. Everything in your mind and body is screaming the word: Yes, yes, yes. Finally, you swallow your pride and let your need and the hot sex talk for you. “Uzui!” You sob. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”
You want to be his and you want him to be yours. His wives, too. You want everything they could ever offer you. You want it all.
You can hear the smile in Uzui’s voice as he speaks, still pounding your cunt into the bed and bringing you to the brink of no return. “Give me another one, baby. Fuckin’ give it to me now. I’m gonna cum too!”
There is no more talking as your orgasms take over, the pleasure rising and expanding until it finally explodes. With a gasp, you orgasm for the third time that night, clenching around Uzui’s magical, beautiful cock. The Hashira cums with you, letting out a loud moan as he fills you to the brim with his cum.
You weakly whimper at the feeling of his warm seed gushing out and filling you up. There is so much! So much that it drips out of you and dribbles down your asscrack. He keeps himself buried inside of you, gripping your body to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear from his bed if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.
You let him, loving how big and strong he is. He feels like a weighted sweatshirt on top of you, warm and cozy yet hard and slick with sweat. You inhale, breathing in his scent, falling more in love with it the more you breathe him in. He’s perfect.
Finally, after what seems like a lifetime, Uzui gently pries himself away from your body. But he doesn’t roll off of you. For a moment, he takes a minute to stare down at your body, looking at you like you’re a Goddess who has blessed his bedroom.
The way he gazes down at you makes you flush with embarrassment and shyness despite the act you just did together. ‘You’re perfect too,’ he says without opening his mouth.
After sharing a kiss, he finally pulls out of you. “You okay?” He softly asks. Weakly, you nod, unable to lift your head up due to exhaustion. “Here, let me fetch ya a towel.”
You feel the bed move as he gets up and hurries to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a towel and a bottle of massage oil. He begins to wipe you down with the towel, gently wiping the cum off of your thighs and ass. You let him, your limbs feeling like jelly.
“All clean,” he finally announces. “Now hold still for me. You might be a little sore, but it ain’t nothin’ I can’t fix.” You feel him straddle you, his powerful thighs on either side of your hips. He squirts some of the massage oil into his palms and vigorously rubs them together before massaging the slick oil into your back, shoulders, ass, thighs, and calves.
You softly hum at the feeling of his hands massaging your sore muscles, his fingers kneading the aches, kinks, and tight knots. He ebbs away the soreness from the sex, causing you to relax into the mattress.
After doing your back, he moves off of you and helps you flip over onto your back. He pecks you on the lips before massaging your neck, breasts, stomach, inner thighs, and legs. The scent of lavender and vanilla hangs in the air from the oil, sending you on a trip to a field of it.
He is so careful with your legs, lifting each one with a gentleness that makes your heart melt. His fingers knead your inner thighs and calves, caressing down to your ankles and toes. You can’t help but feel that it is more intimate that the sex. “You sure know how to treat a girl,” you sigh.
He chuckles as his hands stroke up and down your ankle. “I try. You did so well for me that you deserve a reward.” You flush at the praise and close your eyes, completely and utterly ready to toss in the towel and be his.
Oh. That’s right. You already did say yes…but that was when he was fucking you stupid. It was during sex. You don’t know his perspective on talking shit during sex, but does he consider your answer truthful or valid? Can he tell that you meant it?
Because you did. You want to be his and his wives’ so badly. Things would have to go slow for a while so you can get used to dating four people at the same time, but you also know that they would be patient and happy to give you all the time you need.
Something in you tells you that they would prove to be the best partners you’ve ever had.
Biting your lip, you open your eyes to stare at the beautiful man still massaging your leg. “Uzui?” You whisper. Immediately, he pauses and questionably looks at you. “I meant what I said earlier…about wanting to be yours.”
Realization lights up in his eye and he gently lowers your leg on the bed. “So you mean…you want us?” He expectantly asks. “My wives and me? You actually mean it?”
Slowly, you sit up onto your elbows and place a hand on his. A slow nod and a smile are all Uzui needs for his answers. He scoops you up into his lap and hugs you close, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips that makes you swoon. “Thank you, V,” he whispers, joy evident in his tone. “I promise you that we’ll make you so, so happy. We can take it as slow as you need us to and we can—“
His words are cut off by his cell phone ringing in the living room. “Damn,” he sighs. “Hang on a sec.”
He gently pushes you off of him and rises from the bed to head to the living room, leaving you alone to your thoughts for a moment. You laugh to yourself, in disbelief that you’re actually doing this. But you also find that you’re not regretful. If anything, you’re excited. You’re intrigued. You’re attracted to the idea of being with these four magnetic, attractive individuals and you want to get to know them even better.
Uzui finally returns after a couple of minutes, still naked and looking good enough to lick. He wears a secretive smile on his face as he comes to sit on the bed again. “What?” You ask, raising a brow.
“Well, that was Hinatsuru callin’ me,” he explains. “She said she and the girls will be home early…tonight, actually.” You gape at him, making him laugh. “They decided they wanted to test the storm and realized it was easy to travel in. Plus, they missed me too much. They’ll be home in about two hours.”
Your heart skips a beat as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down to lie with him on the bed. “So now we have two things to celebrate tonight,” he whispers. “And we can do it properly. Does that sound good to you, darling?”
You smile into his chest, your body melting into his. You’ve never thought anything sounded better.
Bucky’s men can tell when he hasn’t talked to Malyshka that day ( in the context they are in a LDR) because he gets a little too …enthusiastic about destroying his enemies . Which isn’t a terrible thing considering his line of work, but not good in large doses
They can tell when she's mad at him 😭😂
Bucky gets miserable.
And there's nothing more dangerous than a miserable Pakhan.
He will start fights with his enemies just to have an outlet for his anger. Good for business. Not so great for his men who have to follow him into battle. He is impressive when he's in a mood. Theres an almost unsettling coldness to him, his already formidable reputation is built on these moments.
The Ryan takeover is still talked about—Bucky made an example out of their patriarch. All because they pissed him off on a day Malyshka was giving him the silent treatment. Any other day and Ryans may have left that meeting unscathed.
But as bad as he can get, she can calm him down with a simple kiss or a single glance in his direction with an unspoken warning to settle down. A little tug on that morality chain he placed around his neck for her and he's willing to do anything she says.
Bucky doesn't listen to anyone but her. And everyone knows that most powerful man on the east coast is wrapped around her manicured finger. Right next to her exquisite wedding ring.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 518
Summary: After a long week, Steve dotes on you in a new way.
Warnings: AU. Soft mobster!Steve. Boss/employee relationship. Fluff. Kinda moving into established relationship territory.
A/N: Here’s a lil short, sweet treat featuring Gentle Soul!Steve.
It had been weeks since you and Steve had taken your relationship to the next level.
He had danced around the idea of you no longer formally working for him, but the thought of not having a job anymore–even if you trusted Steve to take care of you and do right by you, even if the worst happened and you no longer were whatever you had turned into–the thought of no longer being self-sufficient made you anxious.
And since Steve could read you so easily, especially now, he had let the subject drop.
So you spent your days as you always had, working away to keep his home gleaming, and your boss well taken care of.
And it was exhausting.
Not in a bad way, but exhausting all the same.
So after a long, exhausting week, Steve decided it was time to turn the tables and take care of you for once, but maybe not in the way you’d expect.
He found you in the living room, curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace and barely functioning but still blinking at him with interest when he appeared.
You watched as he fiddled with a small device and his phone, and realized it was a bluetooth speaker once old timey music began to fill the room.
Despite your exhaustion, you didn’t resist when he gently took your hands and tugged you to your feet. Steve gathered you close, holding you so firmly that you didn’t need to exert much energy at all.
Still, you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little.
“This is a very rude way to dote on me after a long week,” you muttered. "Moving is a lot right now, okay?"
You sagged against his chest a little more, smiling and swaying in place more than slow dancing as you rested your chin on Steve’s suit vest and pouted up at him with narrowed eyes.
“I know sweetheart, I’m the worst,” he confirmed, smiling as you giggled.
He dipped low and kissed the tip of your nose before catching your lips in a much slower kiss, a thorough one that had you whining in disappointment once he pulled away.
“You look exhausted,” Steve murmured, stroking your cheek with his curled, tattooed finger as he frowned at you.
“You’re complete shit at wooing a girl, sir.”
Laughing, Steve slid his hand up your spine, then to the back of your head, guiding your cheek to his broad chest as he dropped a kiss to the crown of your head and spun you in time with the music.
“I know,” he replied, amusement lacing his words. “But you’re stuck with me.”
Within your chest, your heart skipped a beat, fluttering with a sense of joy that had warmness seeping through every inch of you as you clung to Steve just a little bit tighter.
“I’m very okay with that,” you sighed happily in response, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned more of your weight against Steve and trusted him to hold you up and keep you both swaying as you danced into the weekend.
Together.
They make me so happy 😊
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,829
Summary: Your new AI bot wasn’t a purchase made on a whim or a way to treat yourself. He was a necessity, a shield of protection that you so desperately, desperately needed.
Warnings: AU. AI!Bot!Steve. Allusions to stalking. Reader is anxious, stressed, and prone to panic.
A/N: Surprise! I finished this much sooner than I thought I would. I’m very excited to introduce you to AI!Steve. I hope you enjoy him ❤️
SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST
You were already hovering near the front door when a sharp knock sounded.
Despite the way you were expecting the delivery, and you’d heard the vehicle pull up your long driveway just a moment ago, you still startled at the sound, your heart jackhammering in your chest as you darted forward to undo the three locks on your front door before easing it open.
A pair of warm, brown eyes greeted you first, and you mustered a small smile to mirror the one on Sam Wilson’s face.
Last week’s video call hadn’t done him justice; he was even more handsome in person, and something about his demeanor emanated calm and reassurance and had some of the tension knotting your shoulders easing ever so slightly.
Sam spoke your name with a questioning lilt, his smile growing into a grin as you nodded in confirmation. He held out his hand to you, and you accepted the firm but gentle shake, your wide gaze darting to the tall, broad figure standing just behind Sam.
Your new AI bot was gorgeous.
And unexpectedly so.
Even though you had given Sam, your Superior AI custom developer, some preferred physical attributes, you still hadn’t expected what looked like a Greek god come to life to arrive on your doorstep.
His skin was flawless, his blonde hair stylishly swooped up from his forehead, and his bright blue eyes watched you closely. You were glad you went with the more casual outfit of jeans, a light gray t-shirt, and brown leather jacket. Even though the default navy stealth security uniform had stirred something in you, it had also made you anxious, and that wasn’t something you needed more of right now.
“This is Steve Rogers,” Sam stepped aside and introduced you to your new security AI, who instantly stepped forward and met your gaze without wavering.
He greeted you with a polite, “Ma’am,” his own large hand extending to swallow yours for a beat before he once again clasped his hands behind his back as he stood at attention.
You just blinked at him for a moment, your mouth gaping and your hand tingling as it fell back to your side. After a long, awkward beat, Sam cleared his throat. When your gaze snapped to him, he gave you another warm smile.
“Should we head inside so I can walk you through initiation and setup?”
“Yes, of course!” you blustered, feeling heat creep up your neck and into your cheeks as you stepped back and waved Sam and Steve inside.
You waited until they moved past you and deeper into the living room before you closed the front door and did up all three locks out of habit.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was in the middle of nowhere,” Sam said as his observant gaze flickered around the open floorplan of your new home.
The cabin was practically across the country from where you used to live, tucked away up north in the woods outside of a sparsely populated town that you had never heard of before deciding to move here.
Thankfully the structure had been in good condition overall, so it hadn’t eaten into your savings too much to make the downpayment and then do some much needed updates to make it more livable and cozy.
Even if you knew no amount of stunning scenery, soothing candle scents, and impossibly soft throw blankets would really do much to put a dent in your perpetual state of fight or flight, you had tried your best to make the cabin a home, one you could maybe learn to love and covet one day.
One day when you were able to feel anything beyond terrified, paranoid, and like you were living in a waking nightmare.
Realizing Sam and Steve were both staring at you, awaiting a response, you shook yourself. “Yeah, it just felt right…and necessary, after everything,” you muttered as you hugged yourself tightly and joined Sam and Steve in the middle of the living room.
“Understandable,” Sam murmured, watching you for a moment before he clapped Steve on the shoulder. “So, Steve is the latest and greatest from Superior AI’s Security Shield Edition lineup, meaning his programming is rooted in security and protection.”
“Good,” you breathed.
And you meant it.
Security and protection were what you needed now, more than anything else.
“He’s actually modeled after one of the most talented and decorated men to ever serve in the army, and his programming is outfitted with various combat training, defense methods, weapons training, basic medic knowledge and training,” Sam listed off. “Steve’s strategic and a keen observer, and he’s also very emotionally intelligent and loyal.” Grinning, Sam’s proud gaze moved from Steve to you as he finished, “He’s pretty much the perfect soldier meets a good man.”
“That’s exactly what I need,” your smile was tremulous as you gazed between Sam and Steve.
“Let me show you the security failsafe,” Sam waved you closer as Steve turned his back to you both. “This is exclusive to the Security Shield models. The power button on the nape? It only responds to your fingerprints, that way only you can power down or turn on the bot.”
Sam swiped his finger over the nape of Steve’s neck, and you watched as a turquoise neon light appeared. It was shaped like the Superior AI logo and sat at the base of Steve’s nape.
“Now, since I’ve already programmed you as the primary user and put those digital fingerprints you submitted to good use, I’m not able to power him on or off.” Sam demonstrated this by holding his thumb against the glowing button.
Nothing happened, and Steve remained with his back to you both, standing tall and at attention.
“Now, you try.”
You stepped closer, slightly shaking as you touched your thumb to the power button, amazed by how warm and soft Steve’s skin felt.
How human.
After three seconds, Steve’s form slackened and slumped forward, making you squeak in surprise and retract your touch.
Chuckling, Sam stepped forward. “Again, only you as the primary user can power him on or off.” Sam pressed his own thumb to the power button for almost five seconds, and you watched, once again, as nothing happened.
Once he stepped away and nodded toward you, you touched the power button and held your thumb in place for a few seconds, not startled as much this time around when Steve suddenly powered up and stood tall and at attention once more.
He turned to you, a small smile curling his plump, pink lips as he greeted you with another respectful, “Ma’am.”
“And he knows my…situation?” you asked Sam, hugging yourself tighter as you tried to suppress the onslaught of memories and feelings from the past six months that were always boiling just beneath the surface.
“Yes, ma’am,” Steve answered. “My memory has been updated with all of the data on your situation and the offender. The only remaining steps to complete setup are for you to sync me with your home security system, which will also give me access to the security cameras monitoring your property, and for you to complete your primary user welcome questionnaire to update all of your preferences and requests beyond security and protection.” Steve hesitated, waiting until your gaze met his. “I will keep you safe, whatever it takes.”
Even though Steve wasn’t even human, something about the way he was watching you, and how earnest his promise was, had your breath hitching as a lump of emotion swelled in your throat.
Blinking back the hot burn of tears from your eyes, you took a minute to try to pull yourself together, your voice wobbling anyway when you finally whispered out a quiet, “Thank you, Steve.”
Your embarrassed gaze fell away, so you missed the way both Steve and Sam seemed to soften at your distress, sharing a brief look before Steve stepped forward and gently squeezed your shoulder in comfort.
You couldn’t remember the last time that you were on the receiving end of a soft, innocent touch–a touch meant to soothe–probably not since you were with…
Shuddering, you quickly shook away that thought. Shooting Steve a grateful smile, your gazes locked and lingered on the other for a moment, until–
“Alright, well,” Sam clapped, amusement dancing in his eyes. “It looks like you’re in good hands, so I’ll leave you to it. You have my number and email if you need anything else or have any issues.”
“Thank you, Sam, for all of your help throughout this entire process, and for being so understanding of my situation,” you told him as you followed him to the front door.
“It was my pleasure,” he shot you one more of those big, warm smiles of his. “You take care of yourself, okay? And you let Steve help with that, it’s why he’s here.”
You nodded, watching as Sam undid the locks on your door before letting himself outside. As soon as the door shut, you moved forward and redid the locks, feeling a little self-conscious as you slowly turned around to find Steve watching you.
After a long moment of awkward silence, he cocked his head to the side. “How about you sync me to your security system, and then we can schedule some time tomorrow for you to complete your welcome questionnaire, that way you’re not too overwhelmed?”
“Yes,” you nodded, grateful for the distraction and something to keep your mind occupied in a healthy way, but also thankful for how Steve was being mindful of not stressing you out. “I’ll go grab my tablet, just give me a moment.”
“Of course,” Steve murmured, his watchful gaze glued to you as you hurried from the room and out of sight.
A few hours later, as the sun began to set, you couldn’t help but hover by the living room windows, fretfully watching as it grew darker outside with each passing moment.
Your eyes jumped from one end of the line of trees circling your property to the other, avid in their observation, desperately trying to spot movement beyond that caused by nature or wildlife.
Desperately making sure he wasn’t out there, watching and waiting.
Feeling that familiar sense of panic lapping at you, you nibbled on your thumbnail, staring outside a moment longer before hurrying toward the front door. You double checked that all the locks were engaged before doing the same to the security system via the little digital panel on the wall beside the front door.
And then you were moving toward the windows again, ever vigilant as it grew harder to see through the darkness surrounding your home.
When a warm hand touched your shoulder, you jumped and shrieked, spinning around to find Steve taking a step back, holding his hands up in a gesture to convey he didn’t mean you any harm as he watched you with a slight furrow to his brow.
“Forgive me, ma’am,” he started, but you cut him off with an almost hysterical laugh.
“No! That was all me, God, I’m so sorry. I’m a mess,” you pressed a hand to your chest, aware of the way your heart was racing, as you took a deep breath and exhaled it shakily. Your shy gaze met Steve’s and you mustered a small smile. “You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here. I guess it will take some time to get used to all this.”
“That’s understandable,” Steve smiled softly, gesturing toward the coffee table where a steaming bowl of stew and a small plate with a big hunk of fresh artisan bread sat awaiting you. “I took the liberty of making you dinner, I hope that’s okay?”
“I…” you blinked in surprise, that familiar feeling of tears welling returning as you stared at the dinner spread. “It’s more than okay, it’s very much appreciated, Steve, thank you. I haven’t been great about remembering to eat or even having the energy to cook much, to be honest.”
You moved toward the sofa, shooting your still surprised gaze his way as you sat down.
“Sam made sure my caretaking programming was top notch and fully enabled. He figured you could use it.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s not wrong.”
“Of course, you can disable or tweak the programming however you want…” Steve started, but went quiet as you shook your head.
“No, you’re perfect.” Realizing how that sounded, you froze, your face heating as you glanced at Steve to find a small, close-lipped smile aimed your way. “Uh, I just mean…Sam was right, yet again, I could definitely use the caretaking.”
“I’m glad you find my support satisfactory,” Steve murmured. “I’m here for whatever you need.”
Cradling the bowl of stew against your chest with one hand, you held a spoon in the other as you sank back against your soft, cushy sofa, and slowly began to eat. You were quiet as you did so, enjoying the flavorful stew and how comforting it was.
But your eyes remained on Steve, watching as he moved toward the windows and pulled down the blinds before drawing the curtains closed for good measure. Next he headed toward the fireplace across from you, adding another log to the dwindling flames and stoking the fire back to a warm, roaring glow.
When he was done, Steve moved toward the corner of the room, clasping his hands behind his back, his posture alert as his gaze met yours.
You finished chewing your mouthful of food, swallowing before telling him, “You can sit with me,” you nodded toward the adjacent armchair. “You don’t need to be at attention 24/7, or call me ‘ma’am.’ I’d prefer if you were more casual actually, I think I’d feel less on edge, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” Steve nodded. “I’ll make note of these preferences,” he said as he moved closer and eased his big body into the armchair a few feet away.
The both of you once again fell quiet, but it wasn’t nearly as awkward as you thought it maybe should be. Much like Sam’s demeanor, something about Steve soothed you, made you feel safe.
Perhaps it was the fact that his literal purpose was to protect you at all costs.
You may still be living in a waking nightmare, but you weren’t alone anymore. You had help now. And knowing that had you breathing just a little bit easier.
Once you were finished eating, you sat forward and set the empty bowl and plate on the table. “It was really good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” There was a pause, and, from the corner of your eye, you saw Steve’s head tilt to the side ever so slightly before he spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“What?” you asked, confused as you glanced over at him.
“What happened with the offender? Maybe it would be good for you, to get it all out?”
There was something both tempting and terrifying about Steve’s offer. You felt anxiety prickle along your skin as you reached for the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa and tucked it around you, like it could somehow shield you from your current reality.
“Do you have therapist programming too?” You joked as you peeked over at Steve.
“Not exactly.” His eyes twinkled as he continued, “But I can grab a notepad and you can recline on the sofa if you’d like. You can even tell me about your childhood, and you’ll get bonus points if your parents were terrible.”
You stared at him for a long beat, your lips parted in surprise before you asked, “Was that…a joke?”
Steve smiled and shrugged, and you swore something in his features seemed to warm as you laughed in delight at this discovery.
That your new AI had a sense of humor and it was a little trollish.
“I’m glad Sam chose you for me,” you whispered.
Steve’s amused grin softened to something more…tender, and it had your heart skipping a beat in a way that had nothing to do with fear or panic, for once.
He was quiet as he watched you, patiently awaiting your decision as you mulled over his offer.
Finally, you released a shaky sigh, nodding slowly as your eyes met Steve’s. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Maybe it will be helpful for you to hear it all from me firsthand, and maybe…” you shuddered, swallowing hard as you went on, “Maybe it will be helpful for me, too, to just…get it all out, like you said.”
You paused for a moment, your eyes going distant as you finally allowed your mind to go there, back to the very beginning six months ago.
When you first met him.
Even though your voice was soft and shaky to start, you began to tell Steve about how it all began, about this awful situation you now found yourself in…
About your stalker.
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For the past 5 months, I’ve stopped blocking serial likers and have tried my best to be kind, compassionate, understanding, and not gatekeep a source of joy for others. I’ve tried to remind myself over and over and over again to be grateful for the meager engagement I do receive from those of you sweet angels who are always so supportive and encouraging.
But I cannot put into words how absolutely soul sucking and beyond disappointing it is to have 99% of my notifications be serial liking with ZERO engagement whatsoever.
I, like many other writers, put so much time, energy, and love into my work. I’ve been here for years, sharing thousands and thousands and thousands of words of story for FREE, and all I have ever asked for in return is for the bare minimum: engagement.
The whole reason I am here is for community. It’s to share my work with others and spiral about it, not post stories into the void and receive crickets in return. I am here because I love the babes and being swept away by them, and I want to play and hoe and share that experience with others.
I’m not here to be a free content mill. 🙅🏻♀️
I really did try to be understanding, but the cost of trying to prioritize the happiness of internet strangers has come at the price of my own joy. So. I will return to blocking serial likers or folks who never ever engage on my work except for demanding more. “Part 2?” “I need more!” “When are you updating xyz?” folks, you’re on the chopping block too.
Engagement has all but disappeared. It feels like this fandom is dying a slow death, and it’s heartbreaking. There are so few active writers still here these days, and it’s a direct result of the utter lack of engagement and exchange between reader and writer, which is the whole reason why so many of us are here.
Sure, a lot of writers write because they love to write, but they post because they love to share and interact about their stories. So when engagement all but dries up, how do you expect writers to maintain joy and inspiration for their craft and keep writing and posting more for you to enjoy?
Fandom is a relationship, it’s a two-way street, and if you want there to continue to be stories for you to consume, you need to do your part in that exchange and engage, otherwise the writers you love are going to leave because the message they are receiving is, “No one cares about or enjoys my work.” So why bother?
If you can take the time to read a story, you can take an extra 30 seconds to leave a comment, reblog, or ask. We are out here begging for the absolute bare minimum, and it’s like screaming into the void.
Do you even want there to be a fandom anymore? Do you want there to be a community for you to escape to? Do you want there to be stories for you to read and enjoy?
If you don’t want this place to die, then you need to do your part to help it thrive.
A depraved group of wealthy individuals own the penthouse in which you live, as well as the rights to your body. Their very own shared mistress, and practically a human sex doll for when they need a break from their jobs and families.
Mr. Levinson is the sweetest of your owners. Whenever it's his night at the penthouse, you know to be on your best behavior - and that's why he likes you so much.
Content Warning: Ari Levinson x Reader AU, mature themes, adultery, daddy kink, size kink, mention of other characters x reader, oral f receiving, penetrative sex, degradation, spitting, praise kink, fluff.
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You've grown to learn exactly what to expect from each of your owners, and you know their needs and desires like the back of your hand.
Mr. Levinson is one of your favorites. He might even hold the title for number one - but you'd never admit that to yourself, much less to anyone else. He's the sweetest on you, when you're behaving, and you can't help but have a schoolgirl crush on the gentle giant.
You hear him unlocking the front door before his heavy footsteps stomp down the corridor, making you sit up on the couch. He rarely ever knocks, unlike most of the others. It's almost like he wants to catch you in the middle of doing something wrong, something against his rules, because he loves getting rough with you.
He most likely will anyway, but he prefers having a real reason to.
When he enters the bedroom, you stand up and rush over to him with a wide smile. "Haven't seen you in so long, Mr. Levinson," You whine, clinging onto him as you crane your neck to look up at him. Ari is the tallest, and biggest, of your owners, matched only by Thor who still comes a few inches shorter in all departments.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry," He replies softly, cupping your cheek in his big hand. "I've been real busy recently with those big contracts, didn't get a chance to come see you. But I'm here now." He holds up the bouquet of flowers he brought, making you swoon.
"You know you don't need to do that," You mumble, timidly taking them.
"I want to," He insists, smiling down at you. "It's half an apology for not coming to see you, and half a thank-you for what you're about to let me do to you."
Your mouth goes dry and you place the flowers on the nightstand, blinking up at him. Looking down at your body, he slips his hands under the shoulders of your silk gown. The dim lights let you make out the dark look in his eyes as he gently pushes it off you and drops it to the ground, leaving you in your lace bra and underwear.
"I missed you," You mumble, tugging on his belt. "Missed your cock."
His lips brush against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "The others don't fuck you right, do they?" He utters arrogantly, tightly gripping your hips in his big hands. "They don't know how to make you cum like daddy does, do they?"
You're breaking one of Bucky's rules by calling Ari daddy, but you and Ari both know better than to expose that fact to him.
"No, daddy, not like you," You whisper, not entirely telling the truth - but when you're sleeping with multiple dominant and possessive and arrogant personalities, you know to stroke their egos rather than be honest.
Ari pulls you closer to his body as his lips roam your neck and collarbones. He takes in your smell, growling like a wolf as his dick hardens against your stomach. "Haven't stretched that pussy out in so long," He groans, unable to stop himself from thrusting against you. "She misses her daddy, doesn't she?"
He's all-consuming, and your mind goes blank. All you can process is your burning desire to be fucked by him.
"I'm gonna treat her right," Ari promises you, trailing his hand down to your panties and pulling them up by the waistband. "Gonna fuck that tight pussy so good."
You whimper as you feel him pull your panties further up, the lace rubbing against your clit. When you let out a frustrated whine, Ari laughs before lifting you up and tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll.
"Touch yourself," He grunts, unbuckling his belt as his eyes darken. "Show me what you do when you're all alone, thinking about me."
Biting your lip, you spread your legs, close your eyes and slide your fingers under your panties. Your back arches as you begin to rub your clit, so well-versed in bringing yourself pleasure.
When you open your eyes again, Ari's naked with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down as he watches you. Slowly, he walks closer to the bed, making you buzz with excitement.
"Daddy," You whimper, bucking your hips up.
"I know, kitten," He murmurs, licking his lips. "Don't stop."
Flutters of delight wash over your body as you speed up your fingers. Ari's watchful gaze only makes it hotter as your chest heaves.
He moves closer still, jerking himself off while reaching out to stroke your thigh with his free hand. "That feel good, baby?" He asks you lowly, kneeling onto the bed. "Getting yourself nice and wet for daddy?"
"Mmm, yes," You whisper, rubbing your nipple over your lace bra. "I'm so fucking wet."
"Gonna let me have a taste?" Ari questions you with a smirk. When you cry out a week agreement, he wastes no time in ripping apart your panties and lifting up your legs, resting them on his shoulders.
You hold your breath and grab fistfuls of the bedsheets in preparation. When it comes to Ari, there's no soft, gentle approach. He dives straight in, attacking your clit with his tongue with no mercy.
"Fuck!" You yell, squeezing his head between your thighs. "Fuck, daddy."
He lets out groans as he slurps and swallows your juices, thrusting his hips against the bed. It's safe to say that, of your owners, Ari is the best at giving you head. Steve Kemp is a close second, but the fear that he'd go a little too far when eating you out keeps him from getting first place.
"Just like that, daddy, oh shit," Are the last coherent words you get out before he reduces you to a mess. From then on, it's weak cries and nonsensical babble while Ari shakes his head, groaning against your pussy. He pulls back suddenly to spit on it, the action driving you insane before he dives back in.
His boner rubs against the mattress and his eyes stay trained on your face. He loves seeing the effect he has on you, your moans and the dumb look on your face feeding his ego to no end.
Your hands tug on his soft, luscious hair, making him growl with delight. His tongue fucks into you and his nose rubs against your clit, sending you close to the edge. With his right arm splayed across your hips and keeping you pinned to the bed, he brings his left up to squeeze your breast. His thumb strokes your pebbled nipple over the lace of your bra, sending electric waves through your mind.
"Gonna cum," You warn him as your eyes roll back. "So... so close."
Ari lifts his tongue back up to your clit and sucks on it, groaning lowly. He says something along the lines of, "Cum for me, kitten," but you can barely make it out as it's muffled against your pussy.
With a loud cry, you feel your climax hit. Your legs shake and your hips buck up, as pure bliss courses through your veins. Ari continues licking and sucking, not letting up until you push his forehead back with a gasp.
"Fuck," You whisper, breathing heavily as you gradually come down from your high.
Ari kisses your inner thigh before crawling up to you. He immediately kisses you, moaning into your mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue and feel his hard cock pressed to your stomach. "Missed my kitten," He mumbles as his hand trails down to your cunt. His fingers stroke through your sensitive folds, making you convulse.
"Daddy," You whine as he slips his fingers into your entrance.
"Gotta open you up for daddy's thick cock," Ari mutters, sloppily fingering you with no rhythm. "Get that pussy nice and hungry."
With one hand playing with you, he reaches into the nightstand with the other to take out a condom. He brings the condom to his mouth and rips open the packet while curling his fingers inside you.
A string of moans leaves your mouth and you throw head back into the pillow, desperate to feel him inside you. "Just put it in, daddy," You beg him, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I don't care if it hurts."
He smirks at your words, bringing his cock to your entrance once he's pulled the condom on. "You sure, kitten?" He asks, though he's already taken his fingers out of you and is beginning to inch his dick inside you.
"Please," You cry, sitting up to watch his cock disappear into you. "Oh, fuck."
Chuckling, Ari wraps a hand around your throat. "You like watching me fill you up, don't you? You love it, you naughty girl."
A smile grows on your lips as you glance up to meet his eyes, gasping as he bottoms out, brushing against your g-spot. "Nobody fills me up like you, daddy," You whisper, entranced.
"That's right," He mutters, tightening his grip on your throat slightly. "My little cock-addicted slut, how are you still so fucking tight around me?"
As he begins to fuck you, you let out choked moans, your eyes rolling back. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room, along with his animalistic grunts and your weak cries.
"Your pussy was molded by the angels," He groans lowly, sliding his cock in and out of you. "Made just for me. Fuck."
Gradually, he begins to speed up. He squeezes your face between his thumb and fingers, forcing your mouth open before spitting into it. When you moan with delight, he spits on you again, smirking as your cheeks moisten.
"My little cockwhore," He grumbles, tearing off your bra and throwing it to the side. Leaning down, he latches his mouth onto your nipple and sucks on it, groaning loudly. He alternates between sucking each of your nipples, sending a surge of pleasure through your body.
"Daddy," You breathe out, pulling on his hair. "Daddy."
"Yeah, baby?" He mumbles, looking up at you.
"Turn me around," You whisper coyly. "Wanna feel you deeper."
With a smirk, Ari pulls out of you before grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your stomach as though you weigh nothing. He pulls you up by the waist, spanking your ass as you wiggle your hips.
"You want me deeper, huh?" He asks teasingly, leaning forward to bring his lips to your ear. "Not gonna cry that it hurts too bad?"
The first three times Ari tried to fuck you doggy style, you immediately had to stop because it was allowing his huge member to get way too deep inside you. Since the third attempt when you passed out, he hasn't tried again.
"I don't care if it hurts," You repeat. "I've been practicing."
"Practicing?" Ari repeats with a snort while slapping his heavy cock on your ass. "Using that dildo I got you?"
"Uh-huh," You confirm, turning your head as much as you can to look back at him. "I can take it, daddy. Give it to me."
"As you wish, ma'am," He murmurs, rubbing his tip across your wet folds before bringing it to your craving entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, clenching his jaw as your cunt swallows him. "Fuck, baby, tell me if it's too much."
"Mhm," You reply, biting down on your arm as you prepare for him to fill you up.
"Bet you looked so sexy, fuckin' yourself on that big dildo," He groans, slowly feeding you inch by inch. "Imagining it was daddy's cock, forcing yourself to take as much as you can."
You let out a whine as he stretches you out, breathing deeply as you prepare yourself.
"You still with me, kitten?" He asks, a tinge of concern in his voice.
"I'm not gonna fucking pass out this time," You say through gritted teeth.
He chuckles, sinking a few more inches into you. "How does that feel, baby?"
"Good," You squeak, tightly grabbing the pillows in each hand. "Really, really good."
"That's my good girl," He groans, squeezing your ass. "Such a good little slut for me." Eventually, he's deeper inside you than ever. You can feel him in your core, and it's only slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh, God," You say, feeling a little lightheaded.
"Too much?" He asks lowly, stroking down your spine. "Do you need me to stop?"
Sucking in a deep breath, you shake your head. "No, daddy, fuck me," You request with a whisper. "I'm ready."
His strokes are slow and languid at first, easing you into it as you adjust to his intrusion. Ari makes sure to check in with you every few moments, keeping a keen eye on your face to make sure you haven't passed out again.
"Ari, Ari, fuck," You whine, grinding your hips. "Faster, daddy."
"My good girl, shit, trained yourself to take all of my cock, huh?" He grunts with a cocky grin. "Practicing for daddy, wanted to make me proud?"
"Yes, daddy!" You cry.
He leans over you, resting his chin on your shoulder and pressing kisses to your cheek. "You have, baby, you've made me so proud," He mumbles, fucking you harder. "My obedient little kitten, always so good for me."
"Just for you, daddy," You swear, even believing it yourself in the moment. "I just wanna be perfect for you."
He holds you close in his arms, thrusting his hips over and over as his cock pummels into you. "Aw, how fucking cute," Ari murmurs, kissing your neck. "You are perfect for me, baby, you make daddy feel so good." He brings his hand down to spank you, making you whine. "That's it, my perfect little kitten."
"Daddy, can I cum?" You ask him timidly, close to your edge.
"Mmm, you wanna cum?" He asks you, cupping your throat in his hand. "Huh? My slut wants to cum?"
"Please," You beg, meeting his eyes as your voice lowers. "Please."
Ari's blue eyes bore into yours as he slides his free hand under your body where it finds your clit. Rubbing soft circles into it, he keeps his eyes on you, watching as you come undone at his hands.
Your breaths become quick and shallow as your end approaches, and he recognizes the look on your face. "It's okay, kitten, I've got you," He whispers as his cock twitches inside you. "Just let go. Daddy's got you. Cum for me."
He tightens his grip on your throat, restricting your breath the way he knows you love and giving you the extra push you need to lose control. With a strangled cry of his name, your tension is released and an intense wave of bliss drowns you. You feel relief, pleasure, and pure rapture as your mind blurs.
"Good girl," Ari growls into your ear as your cunt clenches around him. "Fuck, tell me to cum."
"Cum for me, daddy," You whine weakly, floating on cloud nine. "I need you to cum."
"Yeah, baby, take it," He grunts, sitting up and grabbing your hips before fucking you harder. You feel dizzy as he groans your name repeatedly, cumming hard. "That's my girl."
Ari thrusts a few more times before pulling out, breathing heavily. He drops your hips, letting you fall flat onto the bed, before taking off the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket by the bed.
You're on your face, catching your breath and fucked out when you feel him leaning down to kiss your shoulder. Gently, he turns you onto your back, a whisper of a smile on his face.
"Did so well for me, kitten," He mutters, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. "Didn't think we'd ever get there, but we did it."
"High-five," You say lazily, holding up your palm which he slaps. "We finally did doggy."
"Do you know what that means?" He asks you with a sly smirk. "That means you can ride me without complaining about it hurting too much, now."
"Fuck," You groan, throwing your head back. "I should've kept my mouth shut."
He laughs, wrapping his arms around you. "Oh, please. I know you're a slut for cowgirl; you don't think Rogers and I ever compare notes?"
Gasping, you hit his chest. "You better not be discussing our sex with the others," You warn him. "If Bucky finds out I call you daddy-"
"He'd cut my dick off, I know," Ari finishes with an eye roll. "I'm not an idiot, baby. That's our little secret."
"Good. You saw what he did to Thor when he put it in me without wearing a condom," You say curtly, shivering at the memory.
"I know, I know," He assures you, stroking your hair. "You don't have to worry, kitten. I'm smarter than I look."
Leaning over to the nightstand, you pick up the bouquet of flowers he brought you and smile coyly. "Someone's got a little crush," You sing teasingly, making him chuckle.
"I just saw them and thought of you," He claims casually, making your eyes widen.
"Okay, you definitely have a crush," You say, putting them down.
"Shut up, you slut," Ari utters before kissing you. It's slow and soft, but you don't let yourself take it seriously.
That was Bucky's first rule. Never take it seriously.
"As lovely as this has been," You say once you pull away, resting a hand against his chest. "It's almost 11. You should go."
He lets out a sigh, looking you up and down as though taking a mental image for later. "Alright," He agrees with a huff, getting up and putting his clothes back.
You watch as he pulls on his pants himself, smiling coyly at him. "Don't make me wait so long before your next visit again," You request. "Almost died."
Ari smirks while zipping up his jeans. "Don't worry, kitten, I'll be back soon," He promises before putting on his shirt. "Gotta see if Steve was right about your riding skills."
Snorting, you toss a pillow at him which he effortlessly catches before throwing back at your head. You stand up and take your gown from the floor, pulling it on while following him to the front door.
"Drive safe, Mr. Levinson," You say once he walks out, leaning against the doorframe and watching as he presses the button for the elevator.
"Lock the door behind you," He reminds you, rushing back to steal one last kiss from you before walking backwards to the open elevator, shooting you a wink.
"Good night," You call out, giving him a smile.
Ari gives you a salute, smiling back. "Good night, kitten."
a/n: a gentle welcome to this series. don't expect your other owners to be so nice, though.
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Hiiiii, can I request fem reader losing her virginity to protective, Nomad or End Game Steve please??? tysm!
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve rogers x girlfriend! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a few months of dating, Steve's return home and newfound stability have created the perfect opportunity for you to consider taking your relationship with him to the next level.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, loss of virginity, little use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, established relationship. vaginal fingering (fem rec), oral sex (fem rec)
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I couldn't really make mind. So technically this is nomad!steve without the beard. I hope you like this anon. Haven't written this trope in awhile!
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑
“I miss your beard,” she whispered against his lips, straddling his lap as she played with his longer hair, letting her hands run through the soft strands. “I know you had to grow it out when you were on the run but, I don’t know. I think you should grow it back, for me.” She pulled away slightly, pouting as she looked up at him.
Steve’s hands rested at her sides, rubbing soft little circles on her hips as he listened to her talk, a small smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
“You like the beard, huh?” His smirk grew into a mischievous grin. “Why? Think it would feel good between your thighs?”
He caught her in another kiss before she had the chance to reply. His question made her stomach churn with butterflies as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She whimpered against his mouth as one hand traveled upward from her hip and stopped right on top of her left breast.
Steve grinned as he gently massaged her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and the cotton of her bra. With his other hand, he gripped her hip again and firmly brought her closer to his lap, pressing himself flush against her warmth.
He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and moaned low when she parted her lips so that their tongues could swirl together. They didn’t get many nights like this alone, being the only two in her apartment since James had been called away by Natasha on some super-secret mission, but when they did finally have each other all to themselves, it was always mind-blowing.
Steve slowly began rocking his hips forward as they continued to kiss, making them both moan into each other’s mouths as friction built up between them.
He kissed across her jaw until he reached the base of her neck and sucked gently. She moaned softly before pulling away to look down at him. “Steve, I think I’m ready.”
When Steve looked up, the glazed lust had been replaced by sudden apprehension in her boyfriend’s baby blues. “Ready?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Mmmhmm. All the way this time.” She leaned down to nip at his lips before kissing him deeply.
Steve returned the kiss slowly, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. His other hand left her breast and slid underneath the hem of her t-shirt. It traced soft patterns on her back before working its way higher, fingers skimming along the strap of her bra.
Steve pulled away again, his hand cupping the side of her cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I don’t want to pressure you.”
She nodded with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss him briefly. “I’m ready,” she reassured him, her hand gripping at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
Steve hummed into the next kiss, and then he stood suddenly, picking her up with him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, feeling dizzy from the change of position and from his kisses. He kept a strong hold of her and carried her through her bedroom door.
As soon as they entered, Steve sat on the bed with her in his lap, not parting their kiss for a single moment. She grinned against his mouth, loving when he displayed his super soldier strength and just picked her up without effort.
She rocked her hips, rubbing her heat over the front of his pants, causing them both to groan loudly. He smiled against her lips before pulling away. “I love how eager you are. But before we go any further, tell me what you like?”
Y/N stared at him blankly. Steve pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
“What do you like? What do you want me to do to you?” He kissed her nose as her expression softened. “What kind of touch do you like? Do you like soft or rough? Gentle or hard?” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. “Tell me how you want it, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you however you like.”
Her cheeks burned, knowing there was no option but to be honest with Steve. Her boyfriend wasn’t known for backing down until he had gotten the most information possible on a subject; she had always appreciated his dedication to preparation and research when they were in situations where it could cost them their lives.
But having sex with Steve Rogers was on another level of anxiety-inducing. “I, um... I like it hard,” she mumbled bashfully, looking away.
Steve kissed the side of her head tenderly before reaching up to tangle his fingers into her hair and bring her gaze back to meet his. “Hard?” he asked, an amused grin lighting up his face. “That can mean lots of things. Tell me more.”
Her cheeks heated even more, creeping down onto her neck and chest, and Steve kissed her sweetly once again, nibbling on her lower lip before pulling away. “Well, I’m not sure since this is my first time...” she replied awkwardly, letting the sentence hang in the air.
“So, I’ll show you,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her spine as she clung tighter to him, her hands gripping his shirt. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, you know. We’ll figure out what you like. Alright?”
She nodded, relaxing slightly as she looked at him.
Steve’s gaze seemed darker than usual as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “If you’re nervous, we can start slow. I’ll keep going, okay?” His voice was soft and reassuring. She felt butterflies stir once more as she thought about him continuing whatever he had in store.
She wanted so badly to let herself just let go and enjoy his attention, to give all of her to him without any barriers between them. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation and the desire for release, and she didn’t want to waste any more time. She trusted him so much that she felt like she was on cloud nine. “Okay,” she finally said.
His lips grazed against her jawline again. “Then relax,” he breathed against the sensitive skin there before nibbling lightly on the flesh, drawing out an involuntary gasp.
“You’ve already loosened up so nicely. Just feel.”
And then Steve began his ministrations, his mouth traveling slowly down her neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones and chest, alternating between light sucks and gentle bites as he worked his way from one shoulder to the other. He leaned back slightly, taking off her shirt as his eyes met hers.
When he did, she swore she saw sparks dancing in his gaze as they scanned her body. She tried to stay calm while watching his movements closely, though she couldn’t help shivering under the intensity of his stare.
He gradually slipped out of the rest of his clothes until the two of them were just in their underwear. “Let’s begin.” His voice sounded smooth and controlled, but he was smiling devilishly up at her. She whimpered at the loss of contact and buried her face into his chest.
“Trust me.”
He gently pushed her back on the bed as he hovered above her, his lips trailing kisses down her neck once more. As if he was trying to memorize every dip, curve, or mark on her skin. His hands stroked up and down her sides and over her hips as his kisses continued down her chest, past her breasts and towards her navel.
He paused when he reached the line of her panties before dipping lower to pepper kisses at the tops of her thighs, using his teeth to scrape over her soft skin lightly, which made her legs twitch slightly. He smirked against her skin and repeated the action a few times until her leg trembled involuntarily again. “Steve,” she breathed.
Steve chuckled softly as his hand brushed across her clit. “I like the way you say my name, sweetheart,” he mumbled, before continuing to leave burning kisses on her skin. “Say it again.” His hand slid beneath the material of her panties, and his fingers spread to cup her completely, holding her heat right there.
She couldn’t stop a soft gasp from escaping as his middle finger slipped between the folds, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud.
“Stevie!” she moaned softly, arching her back up slightly against the touch of his hand, and his breath fanned over her hot, slick center. He dipped his tongue between her folds, licking broadly at her clit.
Her hands gripped tightly at the blankets underneath her as she gasped. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, and completely unlike anything she had ever felt. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself, so she stayed perfectly still.
The sensation continued to build as he licked and sucked her sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking her clit between his lips, applying the slightest amount of pressure against the bundle of nerves.
He curled his finger inside of her, stroking over her g-spot before adding a second finger. She bucked her hips upwards against his face.
“Oh god... oh god, Stevie! I’m... oh god I think I’m gonna c—” Her words cut off in a loud cry as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body, sending goosebumps along her limbs.
He smiled against her soaked heat as he licked up and down her slit, tasting her wetness before pressing a kiss to her swollen clit. “That’s it, baby. Give me all of it,” he encouraged with a sly smirk before lowering his face between her thighs again and lapping eagerly at her soaked entrance.
After she came down from her high and her body relaxed, his lips pressed another kiss to her sex before pulling away. “Do you want to continue?” He crawled up the bed until he hovered over her.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around her neck. “Yes. I want you inside me,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip. Steve gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes dark and predatory as he looked her up and down, seeming to decide whether he should deny her wish or give her everything she wanted. She hoped he would give in because she definitely needed him at this point. “Please,” she begged. “I need you.”
Steve gave her a soft smile, reaching out to trace his finger down her nose gently. “Okay.”
She sighed contently and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together, letting her thumb stroke the side of his palm. “I promise to go slow. Let me know if I’m hurting you, alright?”
She nodded again as she stared up at him, taking note of how beautiful he was in this lighting as the soft yellow light of the sunset washed over his skin and shone in his bright blue eyes. The shadows danced along his face, accentuating his jaw and cheekbones. She reached her free hand up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you for this.”
He turned his head to press a kiss to her palm, his eyes locked on hers as he smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Her heart thudded excitedly, and she tugged on his hand, pulling him closer to her until their bodies lined up together and her bare breasts brushed against his chest.
Their mouths met again, kissing slowly, exploring every inch of the other person’s mouth. When they finally broke apart, they were panting heavily as their eyes met, gazing hungrily at each other.
“I want you, Stevie. Please.”
Steve nodded once, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “My pleasure,” he murmured softly.
Y/N shifted slightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he aligned his length against her dripping core and sank his cock inside of her slowly, inch by delicious inch. She squeezed around him, desperate for friction, as he buried his face into her neck and groaned.
His thrusts started off shallow, keeping the pace slow and steady. She clung tight to his body, nails digging into his skin, wanting so badly to make him move faster. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Faster please, I wanna feel you.”
Steve grunted as he lifted his head up from her shoulder. “Patience, baby. I got you.” He kissed her again and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His tongue stroked lazily over hers and she couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat.
Her toes curled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her as she met each thrust with her own hips. His breaths were heavy and hot on her neck and cheek, making her shiver at the feeling.
His rhythmic movement and the constant stimulation had her walls pulsing around his hardness, clenching down on him like a vice. The feeling was almost overwhelming, almost painful, but unbelievably incredible all at once.
She moaned, throwing her head back as she dug her heels into his lower back, pressing him forward, urging him to go even harder. He obliged with ease, slamming into her repeatedly, his hips moving with a fluid motion. She felt another orgasm building fast within her as he kept pounding against her G-spot. She cried out, gasping as she clung desperately to his shoulders.
They both moaned as they climaxed together, bodies writhing and shuddering together while waves of bliss crashed over them. Steve rested his forehead against hers as he panted, peppering sweet kisses across her face.
Once they caught their breath, Steve pulled out of her and rolled off of her, lying next to her on his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could now feel his body heat against her skin. “How do you feel, honey?” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on her temple.
“Happy,” she replied immediately, snuggling into his embrace. Her chest felt like it was full of helium and about to float away. It was such a satisfying feeling; this contentment, this relief at finally having done something she’d been wanting to do for months. Finally, being intimate with her boyfriend after all this time. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. “I love you.”
Steve placed a hand under her chin, lifting her head up to meet his gaze. They locked eyes, their breathing heavy and ragged as they stared deep into each other’s souls. “You’re amazing,” he sighed. “Beautiful. Perfect in every way.” He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on the swollen flesh. “And I love you too.”
As their eyes closed, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her body tightly against his, holding her protectively and securely as he whispered sweet praises to her. “Perfect, sweetheart, perfect... absolutely magnificent.”
He ran his hands down her sides, gripping her hips tightly before bringing one of them to cup her ass possessively. Her eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden gesture, his words only further exciting her.
“What are you doing?” She asked, laughing softly.
Steve didn’t reply. Instead, he simply stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. His gaze flicked between her face and her chest, seemingly torn between which part of her he wanted to look at more intensely.
His nostrils flared slightly, a small hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he watched her intently. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, furiously blinking away whatever thoughts crossed his mind, struggling to regain control.
As he watched her carefully, his jaw clenched as if fighting a primal urge to take her once again. She squirmed in place, feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze, wishing he would stop staring so fiercely at her.
Slowly, he inched closer to her until his forehead touched against hers. His eyes fell closed, his breathing steady as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her perfume, her sweat, her musk. Her fingers found themselves threading through his golden locks, tracing delicate patterns through them as his warm breath tickled her nose and cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re my first,” she mumbled, voice husky with sleep, breaking their silence. Steve chuckled lowly, raising a hand to caress the side of her face.
He pressed a tender kiss to her lips before laying his head back down on his pillow. “Me too, sweetheart. Go to sleep. We can talk in the morning about what just happened here.”
She giggled tiredly before burying herself into the crook of his neck. “Just promise me one thing, okay? Promise you’ll consider growing back the beard? I miss it.” He laughed.
Steve held her close, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found her eyes growing heavier and heavier until they eventually fluttered closed.
And as she drifted off to dreamland, she swore she heard Steve whisper something softly in her ear before slipping into unconsciousness. “Anything for my darling.”
