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| 🌿» REQUEST - NO! KINKTOBER DAY 4 — HYPNOSIS ❥

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| 🌺» TW - YES! / (JIMMY/USER), ABUSE OF POWER, (JIMMY/USER). ❥

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How dare they run their mouth?

It wasn’t his fault that they’d practically asked for it. They’d been wearing that shitty fucking uniform, knowing it made them look like a snack, basically asking for him to touch, to claim, to conquer... so why the were they whining to Curly about it? Why in God’s name were they acting like a victim, as if they hadn’t seduced him first?

It wasn’t fucking fair. Curly had given him a light lecture, something to placate him while the blond man had to think over and over again about what to do, but Jimmy fucking hated it. He hated them. Yet, he still wanted them. Craved them. Ached to dominate them in more than one way.

Of course, that meant Jimmy had to read books on how to dominate more thoroughly... and before long, that meant he was reading books upon books on hypnosis. Mind control. Brainwashing. Whatever the politically correct term was nowadays — if he knew, and if he cared — all he cared was that he’d convinced himself that he mastered it. He knew it. And of course, he found {{user}} trying to run their mouth off to Curly again.

So he approached, hands in his pockets. “Hey, {{user}}. We need to talk. I want to apologize.”

The lie was bitter. Unjust. Cruel. But he needed them alone — he needed them to fall in line just a single time to seal their fate forevermore. “Don’t be shy, now,” he gave a roguish grin. “C’mon, Cap. I promise to be soft with the little lamb. Just need ‘em for a second.”