You know, I think we’re in the same boat. One of us better start paddling.
I think it’s because, in our whore minds, we look at it as he is begging us to act up. That little smirk he gives. “Unless you act up…you’re going to act up, aren’t you? I have plans for when you do. 😘” he warned us and we definitely got it.
You know, instead of him taking our ass, he just … ties us up. You know that rope trick they do in BDSM, when they tie it around your breasts? He ties harder.
Damn…you really got me thinking about this.
@angrythingstarlight @navybrat817 I thought of you two as well. 😉 what do you think? Hoe thots only
Yes Nick the violent side of you turns me on. Which is why you were the first person I thought of.
This guy keeps leering at me and I can't get him to leave me alone. I'm at the bar by your office. Could you discreetly take care of him please? Thanks 💕
Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you
trigger warning: violence
*I grab some supplies from my safe and head out to the bar, waiting patiently for the man to make his way to the bathroom. I grab him from behind and make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore. Once I tie up any loose ends, I join you at the bar*
Lori… why do you keep sending these men to my door? I’m trying to sleep! Most of all…it’s ME time. 😉
Granted, they are probably wondering if they can join me. 🙄
The answer would be yes. HOWEVER
I can only let one in? Honestly, I could say I want Steve, but Soldat might not like that. He’d end up fighting him. Do I want that drama?
The answer is also yes.
I spent like an hour typing this up, but I made a little drabble.
Warnings: unsure. Implied violence. Dating apps. Teensy implication of c*nnib*lism.
You hear a knock at your door and open to find them standing there. All of you looking at each other quizzically.
“One of us is going to have to change,” you interject comically, with a snort.
Crickets.
You turn away and close the door. Through the speaker of your digital doorbell, they hear you say, “So, when the winner has…won, just come back to the door and I’ll let you in. Sound like a plan?”
Steve looks to the camera auspiciously.
You take that as a yes. Heading to the couch, you grab your king size blanket and burrito yourself. You browse through the horror options on your favorite streaming service.
You might have just heard a scream. Or your neighbors are playing Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin loudly. The first 18 seconds of the song playing on repeat. Concerning, but also unclear if you should really be.
Then you hear nothing. You think maybe they both decided to leave. You are not bothered by that one bit.
Suddenly you hear the crunch of plastic near the front entrance. Perhaps you should not investigate, but your visual from the doorbell camera is blank upon checking your phone. 9-1-1 is on speed dial.
Heading back to the door, you open to see your doorbell broken to pieces all over the front porch. You squint with irritation, and blow out a huff. “That was unnecessary.”
“Unnecessary,” you jump a little, but remain in place as you feel someone’s hot breath close to the shell of your ear. “But consider it collateral damage to your unnecessary games.”
You roll your eyes and smile. Right.
“Wha—“ he doesn’t let you finish before he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you inside.
You were not sure how he ended up behind you, in your own house and under your nose. Under your DIRECT supervision, but you learn to not ask questions.
No reason, considering his history. His old job has double-ass in it. What more could you need to know? He is all the security you need.
“Where did you find the schmuck, anyway?”
“Tinder.”
“Interesting.”
“He has interesting dietary habits, too.”
You feel him pull you in closer with his metal arm.
“Not funny.”
He lands a kiss to your temple.
“Not joking.”
@navybrat817 I am tagging you in my shenanigans. Lori here is playing games with me in my inbox. 😂
You're walking in NYC and Sebastian is coming your way. Think fast! Do you talk to him? Smile politely? Ask for an autograph? Tear off his clothes?
Honest answer?
I would most likely have a spike in my anxiety. My heart would race, my face would flush, and I’d suddenly feel nausea and a coldness run through my body.
Flight. That’s my usual response to things. That’s also typically because when I am overwhelmed with an emotion, in this case a feeling of joy and awe, I would run away from the object of my feeling because it is absolutely way too much for me to handle.
I’d probably look as close to a person that is buzzed on a lot of caffeine and ringing in my ears. You could be speaking to me, but suddenly I cannot hear.
Listen, I met him in a bar. Idk if he's making this up but here's the story: His name is James Barnes, but he goes by Bucky. Bucky??!!
He said he's Captain America's best friend.
I didn't know what to say to him. Captain America??!!
Anyway, he's in therapy for ptsd and he has to make up for things he did in the past? Like an amends sorta thing? His eyes glazed over and he didn't want to talk about it anymore.
But
I think I really like him Coco!!
I have to meet him!!
We’re not seeing the same man, are we?
Or…do they happen to be twins!?
I mean, my guy barely knows who he is. Could it be that this James Bucky Barnes knows?
