You winced as your wife’s horrified expression turned blank. She was once again a mannequin, thanks to the Wedding Dress Org. Who you thought had been defeated by the Rangers. The dollified bride’s sobs were soon replaced by protests when the Org’s palm refamiliarized itself with your crotch.
“So glad I could catch you in the honeymoon suite before the deflowering.”
You opened your mouth to retort, but your admirer’s fingers stuffed themselves inside. You daren’t move, lest you be scratched.
How many grooms has she done this to?
The idea you may be the first of many made you shudder. There was nothing to do but give in. Again.
“Don’t fret, darling,” Wedding Dress Org cooed as you glumly kneeled, preparing your lips to be engulfed by her fanged mouth. “You’ll get to enjoy newlywed sex once I’m finished with you.”
offer my cunt to your friends as a place to shoot their load for a price
take me to a truck stop and have me walk from truck to truck to service each driver. tell them to cough up a few bucks and my cunt is theirs for the night
tie me up in a public bathroom and charge a fee for every cock that fills me
I want a big scary man holding me by the hair on my knees making me smoke too much, covering my mouth and holding my nose when I try to blow it out before he wants me to, and making me get so dumb n fuzzy my whole body tingles and he can make me do embarrassing things and rape me so easily
Summary: Steve’s girlfriend moved in with Steve. Bucky is very excited.
WARNINGS: This is a dark fic. It’s a Dark!Bucky x Reader. It deals with non-con/dub-con actions and predatory sexual themes. DON’T READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU. It also has a hint of another Dark! character. Cheating/Cockholding. Manipulation, stalking… It also mentions pegging! It’s a lot.
It had started with hearing them through the wall. Bucky had sworn that was as far as it would go.
For all the money he had, Tony hadn’t invested all that much in sound proofing the rooms of the compound, and Bucky, sharing a wall with Steve, could hear almost everything that his best friend did. It wasn’t an issue at all. Stevie was quiet, and when he listened to music, he generally listened to things Bucky was also into. When (Y/N) had moved in, Bucky was thrilled. He liked the girl and thought she was great for his best friend. But that same night, he had found another perk of (Y/N) living next to him.
From Heaven to Hell, it’s assumed that Castiel is in a relationship with the Winchesters. Everybody knows but Sam and Dean. That doesn’t stop the other angels from making an example of Cas for them to find.
Rated E, Eventual Requited Unrequited WinCasWin (Destiel and Sastiel), Heavy Angst, Castiel Whump, Hurt Cas, Wings, Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Protective Sam and Dean, Blood and Injury, Touchy-Feely, Crying, Original Angel Characters
Sam and Dean are completely overpowered by a giant tentacled monster. At first it seems interested only in Dean, but when it sees how he responds to Sam’s attempts to comfort him, the thing gets other ideas.
Rated Explicit, 3261 words, Wincest, Tentacles/Dean, Rape/Non-con, Gratuitous Smut, No Non-Con Between Sam and Dean, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Tentacle Monsters, Sounding, Overstimulation, Crying, Hurt Dean, Comforting Sam, Eye Contact, Hurt/Comfort, Shame, Touchy-Feely, Moaning, Non-Consensual Bondage, Deepthroating, Hand Jobs, Helpless Dean, Gentle Sam, Top Sam, Bottom Dean, Wet & Messy, Sam Talks Dean Through Things, PWP
“That’s it,” Sam praised. If he leaned far enough into the tentacles around himself, he could reach out and touch Dean’s hair instead of just his hand. Sam did so, petting his brother’s head gently. “Hey, look at me, okay?”
Dean did it, his green eyes hazy with pain and pleasure. His mouth was open a little, and he was breathing in soft little pants. The monster moved him in closer, letting Sam cradle his face in his hand. It liked it better when Dean didn’t struggle, too.
Sam has a plan for how to cure Dean of being a demon, and that plan involves Cas getting some grace into him the direct way. Unfortunately, it also involves Sam having to watch Cas do his brother over and over…and over…
5151 words, Rated Explicit, Rape/Non-con, Wincest Turned Wincestiel, Established Wincest, Pining Cas, Unrequited Feelings From Cas For Dean, Non-con Magical Healing Cock, Demon Dean, Angel/Demon Sex, Rough, Table Bondage, Begging, Crying, Bruises, Dildos, Gags, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Denial, Bottom Dean, Top Cas, Implied Top Sam, Guilty Sam and Cas, Hurt Dean, Hurt/Comfort, Caretaking, Cracky Premise Treated Seriously, Happy Ending
Dean’s eyes fly open and he looks down at himself, then he tosses his head back so hard it hits the table, laughing through gritted teeth.
“Not gonna treat me nice, huh? I bet you’d love it if I begged,” he pants. Sam meets his eyes for just a second, but it’s enough to see he’s right. Dean grins and turns his head the other way. “We’ll see how long you can keep this up, Sammy. It’s pointless. Demons don’t work that way, so all you’re doing is hurting yourself, sweetheart.”
Sam glares at him before following Cas out of the room.
Trigger Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, BDSM, Sub/Dom, CNC Kink, Use of Safewords, Roleplay, Knifeplay, Oral (Female Receiving)
A/N: Thanks to @constantwriter85 for reading this and for giving me the courage to post it.
Shuri laid in the dark of her palace bedroom unaware that she was being watched. In the far corner of the room stood the Winter Soldier. He took some time to observe her, after all she had no idea he was there. She thought she was safe, but the locks on the doors and windows were no match for someone of his talents. Even the palace security systems and her own personal security systems didn’t stop him when he decided to pay her a visit.
He watched the princess as she slept, no idea that she was about to come face to face with the boogyman. After a few minutes he makes his way over to the bed and sits down. The motion causing Shuri to awaken. Just as her mouth opens, his hand covers it and the index finger of his other hand going to his lips in a shushing motion.
“You’re my mission. Understand?” He asked, his voice muffled and distorted coming from behind the face mask.
“Yes.” She replied trying to calm her breathing.
“Good. Now why don’t we start by you taking off that pretty little nightie for me.” By the tone of his voice she knew it wasn’t a request. She moved slowly not wanting her movements to agitate him.
Her hand slowly moves to draw one strap down her arm and then the other.
“Too slow Princess.” In one motion, a knife appears and before she can react, her nightgown is cut open and ripped away from her body. She shivers as the air in the room hits her exposed skin. Giving her a minute to recover, he picks her up lays her flat on the bed clothed only in a pair of lacy white panties.
“Why princess what adorable panties you have. If I touch them are they going to be wet?” Leaning down close to her ear, he whispers, “For what I have planned for you, you better hope they are.” He takes a finger and moves to run it across the lacy band at the top and then with one jerk of his finger, the panties shred and she’s left completely bare.
“Such a pretty pussy. Has anyone ever had it before?” He takes a finger and lightly traces his finger from one nipple down to where she’s doing her best to keep her legs closed. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” She whispers.
He didn’t like that answer and taking his metal hand pushes her legs open. Staring down at her wetness, he removes his mask and tosses it to the side. Licking his lips he bends down and draws one slow lick up her folds, stopping when he gets to her swollen bud. Taking his lips he kisses it. Raising himself up he takes two metal fingers and inserts them inside curving them as they go. Shuri gasps and raises up off the bed, only to find herself pushed back down. Pulling his fingers out of her, he licks them clean.
“Oh Princess I can’t wait any longer.” Taking his legs he spreads her apart and unzips his pants. Her eyes go wide as he pulls out his cock. It was long and thick. The head was swollen and an angry red. Precum ran down the side. She got no warning before he took the head and put it inside her giving her a second to adapt and then pushed in all the way. She makes a noise that almost sounds distressful and he stops and pulls out.
“Doll are you okay? I hurt you. Damn it. I knew I would hurt you. I knew this was a bad idea.” Bucky sits up and pushes himself to the other side of the bed with his back to her.
Getting up she crawls over to him and wraps her arms around him from behind.
“Buck. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. It just stretched me a little more than it normally does. I’m fine. I was enjoying it. I promise. I knew our word for me to use. We talked about this. If I really got scared, or wanted to stop I would have used it.” She kisses his shoulder. “I was really into it and I think you were too.”
“‘I was enjoying parts of it, but I just can’t do it again. Okay? I’m sorry, its just too real for me.” He pulls her into his lap and holds her.
“No need to apologize love. We only do things that both of us enjoy. You were willing to try and we did. I love you. Now how about we go to bed and I’ll hold you?” She reaches up and kisses him.
“I love you too doll. Sounds good. Let me get these clothes off.” Standing up Shuri watches as he removes each article of clothing and kicks them over to the corner. Coming back to bed, he picks Shuri up and moves her to the middle and lays her down. She opens her arms and he doesn’t hesitate to move into them. She wraps them around him and kisses the top of his head.
Prompt: Character A is in the trunk of a car. Character B drives through the night.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Oral - Male and Female receiving, Vaginal Penetration, Light Bondage
Word Count: 3055
Summary: Distractions lead to sex
Dean slammed the door of the motel room behind him. He looked at his younger, but taller brother and his nose wrinkled up. “Dude, why do you smell like you bathed in a 3-day-old dead skunk you found on the side of the road?”
“Fell into a puddle of something and I don’t want to know what it was.” Sam lifted his arm and sniffed his pit. “I thought I got all the smell off though.” The boys had separated to deal with two cases at once; a vampire and a shapeshifter. They had planned to meet back up in this hotel afterwards. “Seriously, why do shifters have to love sewers?”
“The 3 D’s. Dark, damp and…” Dean paused, thinking, “away from dumbasses.”
“That’s not really 3…” Sam stopped himself. “You know what? Never mind.” He shook his head. “The important thing is that I got him; silver bullet to the heart. How did it go with the vamp?”
“Do you want the bad news or the worse news?”
“Dean, what happened?”
“The bitch got away, but not before forcing her blood down my throat.”
“What the hell? What didn’t you say something sooner? We have to track her down and get potion ingredients.” Sam started throwing his things haphazardly into his duffel bag.
“She was headed this way so I thought I’d stop and grab you.” Dean reached for the door handle, but was stopped by Sam’s hand on his shoulder.
“You should stay here. I’ll get everything and bring it back.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“This is the second time you’ve been turned. We don’t know if it will be harder for you to keep control. If you lose it, we may not be able to get the vamp’s blood. You need to stay away from people for now.” Dean knew Sam wouldn’t give in on this so he sighed and agreed to stay behind.
Dean threw the keys to his brother and a minute later, he heard Baby roar to life and drive away. He laid himself on the bed after turning off the bedside table lamp.
You stopped in front of the door that you saw Dean Winchester go into. You couldn’t believe he was back in town. The last time he and his brother were here, they saved you and several others from a vetala and its mate. Did him being here mean there was trouble again? You hadn’t been able to get Dean off your mind since he left.
He had such a strong presence and he left before you could get to know more about him. He had piqued your interest like no one had ever done before. The mystery of him and his line of work had left you so curious that you started researching other supernatural creatures. You wanted to join him; become a hunter too.
You knocked on the door and in just moments it opened a crack. “Dean, it’s me.” This was what you had been waiting 4 months for. You would finally get to see his gruff face and stocky build.
“It’s you. Why are you here?” He opened the door fully and you could see him. He looked rougher and more tired than you remembered him.
“I want you to teach me to be a hunter.” You stepped past him into the room.
“You shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’m not a child. I can handle myself” You had your back to him, but you could hear him get closer to you.
“It’s not you I’m worried about.” You started to turn around to ask what he meant, but you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and the world went black.
You woke and wondered for a moment if the impact to your head had blinded you. You blinked and your eyes semi-adjusted to the darkness surrounding you. You were laying on your side with your knees bent. When you tried to straighten your legs, you felt them hit a wall.
Your breath became shallow and your heartbeat quickened. There was a bump and your body lifted a couple of inches off the floor which was enough for your head to hit the roof above you. Something made a heavy thunk noise behind you. You reached over your body and felt around until your fingers gripped the object. You brought it to your face and could just barely make out what it was; a tire iron.
‘No. This can’t be happening.’ Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. A headache began to form as the panic set in. You were in the trunk of a car. You were frantic as you felt around the trunk lid above you. ‘It has to be here somewhere. They install an emergency release for situations like this.’
You searched the whole roof only to find nothing. ‘This must be an older model car.’ A tightness rose in your chest as your breaths came in quicker and shallower. If you didn’t do something soon you would pass out from hyperventilation. You grabbed the tire iron again. ‘If I can smash the tail light and wave my hand through it, maybe someone driving behind us will see it and help me.’
You tried not to think about how little space you had as you pulled back the tool and slammed it into the back of the light unit. It shattered and fragments of plastic were sprayed in multiple directions; your hands blocking their path towards your face as you felt the rough pieces scratch at your skin.
You dropped the iron and peered out the hole. All you could see was darkness. It didn’t seem that anyone was driving behind you. No one would see your hand even if you did try to wave. You were at the mercy of the driver at this point and as the realization hit, you started gasping for air and your vision closed in until you passed out.
Dean gripped the steering wheel tight as he drove down the 2-lane highway. There were no other vehicles around and he felt his foot press harder on the gas pedal. Now that he was separated from that woman, he tried to think about what to do next. A small part of his brain told him to turn around and let her out of the trunk, but the other, much larger, part kept him driving in search of an off-the-road hideaway.
He knew of a cabin not too far from where he was. It was one that Bobby had been setting up for hunters to use, but had never finished. Dean was sure he could make it before sunrise, though he knew it would be a close call.
His mind kept wandering back to the woman he knocked out. He needed to think about something else, otherwise he was likely to pull over and kill her now. He reached over and turned on the radio of the unfamiliar car. He scrunched up his face in disgust when pop music began playing from the speakers.
Turning the dial to change the station did nothing and his frustration quickly turned to anger when the knob popped off. He threw it to the floorboard and punched the radio to turn it off. His new aggravation only served to cement in his mind that he wanted to do this.
Dean turned off the highway just as the sky started to lighten. The car’s suspension bounced as he steered onto the uneven dirt path. This cabin was in the perfect location. You wouldn’t come across it unless you were specifically looking for it. He slowed the car to a stop, hopped out and walked to the rear.
When he opened the trunk, the woman shielded her eyes from the growing light with her arm. He reached in and picked her up with ease. She struggled against him, but that only caused him to grip her body tighter. He kicked the door open and walked in, closing the door behind him with another swift kick.
Dean threw the woman onto the couch and watched as she cowered away from him. He stopped moving and observed her body language. What was he doing here? Why did he let himself kidnap this woman? She obviously didn’t want to be here.
His senses were filled with her blood; the scent of it overpowering his nose and the sound of it pulsing in her veins. The rhythmic sloshing and the pounding of her heartbeat deafening over the sounds of his own thoughts. He took a deep breath and tried to slow his rising bloodlust.
When he felt semi-calmer, he took a moment to really examine her. She was attractive; just not in the ways he would normally notice about women. There was a radiance to her like she was bathed in sunlight, but from within. He couldn’t really put his finger on any physical aspect. It was almost like he was seeing her soul and not her body.
As he continued to appreciate her, he felt a tightening in his jeans. The more he hardened, the less he felt bothered by her blood. He didn’t really want to drink from her and fully become a vampire, but his thoughts slipped back. The bloodlust may have lessened, but it was still enough to drive him forward. His body was beginning to rage war between the two needs. If he couldn’t satiate one hunger, he’d have to settle for the other. “I need a distraction.”
You looked around the room trying to find something, anything, that could keep him busy. “You need to distract me.” Was he suggesting what you thought he was? You looked back to him and your eyes were drawn to his mouth. He had grown a set of fangs over his normal teeth. You hadn’t gotten very far in your solo research of monsters, but you instantly recognized this as a sign of vampirism.
Your already racing heart sped up and you worried that you might pass out again. You needed to calm yourself, even a little. You needed to think straight. This was Dean; he had to still be in there somewhere. You thought back to when you had met him before. He had been gruff, but you could see the kindness in his smile. That smile had almost brought you to your knees. It was what kept you thinking about him long after he was gone.
Now he stood before you suggesting something you wanted from him, but you knew the only reason he wanted your body, was to keep his mind off your blood. Was that a good enough reason for you? Did you really want him so bad that you didn’t care why he wanted you?
You stood up and walked towards him cautiously, trying your best not to make any sudden movements. When you reached him, you tilted your head up and kissed him gently on the lips. He froze; his body tense as though trying to restrain himself.
You pressed your body into his and let your hands graze his cheeks on their way to the back of his head. As you slowly increased the pressure of the kiss, his body softened and his rough hands ran up your arms. Your body reacted to his touch. You pulled him closer and deepened your kiss with a light nibble.
Without warning, he gripped your arms so tightly you thought his nails might break the skin. This time it was your body that froze. You looked up nervously to his eyes and saw a violence in them that scared you. He let go of your arms only to push your shoulders down until you were on the floor; kneeling before him. He unzipped his jeans with one hand and forced you to his newly freed erection with the other on the back of your head.
You opened your mouth just in time to have it shoved in roughly. You felt him hit the back of your throat and you let your tongue run along the length as he backed out. Just before he pulled out completely, he rammed in again. He grunted with each thrust and held your head tighter in place.
After several more jabs at your throat, you started to gag, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. You pushed against his hips trying to catch your breath. You thought for sure, he planned on coming in your mouth, but he stopped before that. He pulled out and shoved you onto your back.
He ripped off your pants hungrily and worked his way up your legs nibbling and biting your flesh, though never hard enough to make you bleed. He was slow and methodical as he came closer to your nethers.
You felt a warmth bubbling under your skin and a desire that you’d never felt before. You were no stranger to lust, but this was something beyond. You couldn’t find the right words to describe what your body was screaming. It was more than wanting; more than need.
Your thoughts were interrupted when he slipped a finger into your wetness. He began to move it inside you and it wasn’t long before he added another causing your back to arch. He gave you a smirk and then bit on your sensitive nub. You gasped at the spike of pleasure that action caused.
Your mind became a jumbled mess as he continued to tease you. You grasped at threads of thought and all that came were images of what this man could do to you. If his fingers and mouth brought this reaction, what would happen when he took it further. You bucked your hips when he bit you again and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you reached your climax, but before you could reach euphoria, he stopped his movement and pulled out.
You gave him an audible moan of frustration as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor. He grabbed the hem of your blouse and pulled it up over your head, but instead of casting it to the side, he used it to tie your wrists together over your head. With his chest in your face, you decided it was the perfect opportunity to take revenge for his teasing.
You lifted your head up off the floor and nipped at his neck. He growled as he pushed you back down and positioned himself between your legs. With one swift motion, he shoved into you, forcing a scream to escape your lips. He pulled back and slammed into you again and again. The pain slowly became pleasure as he continued and you moaned at the warmth growing inside you again.
Your eyes closed as your body lifted to meet his with each thrust. You felt the heat of his breath against your collarbone and then sudden teeth against your skin. The pain quickly subsided into desire. You wanted more of him. You wanted everything he could offer. He bit down again, this time taking your nipple and causing a sharp intake of breath. He lessened the pressure, but kept hold of your nipple. He pulled and rubbed it between his teeth sending shivers down your body.
Between his constant rhythm between your legs and his teasing up top, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer before climaxing. You felt yourself begin to tense, but before you could achieve it, he stopped again. You groaned as he pulled out and stood up. He leaned down, grabbed you by your still-bound wrists and brought you to your feet. He dragged you to the kitchen table and bent you, face first, over the table. Your face was pressed against the table and as he held you down, you heard the shuffling of his pants falling to the floor.
He found his place between your legs again and took up his pace once more. If he kept this up, you would surely pass out from exhaustion. Your body couldn’t handle being brought to the brink just to have it ripped from you again. He leaned over your back and took hold of your breasts. You could hear his breath heavy and ragged as he squeezed roughly. He bit every inch of skin he could reach and you shivered involuntarily as you finally reached your peak.
Your body slumped lifelessly, but he wasn’t done with you yet. He kept up his pace even speeding up and pumping harder. His hands became rougher with your chest; pinching and pulling your nipples. His bites on your back were growing harder and more frequent. He let out a loud growl and his nails dug into your tender breasts. You felt the sharp sting of his teeth sinking into your shoulder blade as he thrust in one final time with his climax.
Dean licked the wound on the woman’s back. The taste of her blood was like the first sip of water after extreme dehydration. He wanted more and he almost gave in, but he jumped back away from her before he could. He knew he wouldn’t stop until she was drained.
His thoughts fought him as he tore through the kitchen drawers. He knew Bobby would have stashed at least one weapon that would work for this situation. He found a blade that would do the job. He sliced the shirt binding her hands together and watched as she stood up rubbing her wrists. He shoved the handle into her hands and backed away. She looked confused.
“You want to be a hunter? Here’s your first case. Make sure my head comes clean off.”
“Dean, I’m not going to kill you.” She looked to the blade and back to him.
“I drank your blood. There’s no saving me now. You have to do it before I hurt you again.”
She slowly walked to him and he closed his eyes waiting for the blow. He felt a sharp pain of the knife slicing his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a blur come at him. He felt something wet where the wound was, but he couldn’t stop her in time. She backed up and smiled up at him; blood on her lips.
Character: Dark!Gambit/Remy LeBeau x OFC (Kimi), Dark!Marvel
A/N: This is written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork‘s #sweatersanyficchallenge . Written with insporation from the Taylor Kitsch version of Gambit
This is a follow-up to In The Cards, but it’s not necessary to read that one before reading this. It is appreciated though.
Prompt: If I die, I’m haunting you first
Warnings: Dark!Gambit, mentions of loss of virginity, abuse and Non-Con, violence, swearing
Word Count: 2.4k
Summary: After a tough first night, these 2 unlikely companions will have to work together to survive.
Kimi sat at the small table shuffling her tarot cards absent-mindedly while looking around the motel room she and her companion had chosen for the night.
She looked to the man whom she had been traveling with. In the time they had been together, she had come to know him as two people: Remy and Gambit.
Remy was strong and smart, but seemed a touch sad and lonely. He was also a flirt; often calling her Cher and kissing her hand. Kimi couldn’t tell if he liked her if that was just his personality shining through.
Gambit, on the other hand, was mysterious and a bit scary. He had forcefully taken her virginity on the first night they were together. At first, she was intrigued by him, but now she wanted nothing to do with him.
They were currently on the run from the X-Men. Their leader, Charles Xavier, wanted her to join them, but didn’t tell her that she wouldn’t be able to leave. She only learned that when Remy grabbed her from Xavier’s car and carried her away. That was 1 week ago. Since then, they had been staying in a new place every night.
Kimi shook her head and brought herself back to the little room. She looked down and saw that one of her tarot cards was lying face up on the table: The Tower. ‘What kind of sudden change?’ she thought as she drew another card. She stared at the 5 of Cups and she began to worry. Kimi had the ability to read tarot with unerring accuracy. This was why the X-Men wanted her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind. The 5 of Cups signified loss, bereavement and all the emotions that came with it. She didn’t have any family or close friends and that really only left herself. ‘It doesn’t necessarily mean….’ Her thought broke off as Remy stood from the bed.
“Are you sure you want to go back there, Cher? You and I both know, they’ll be waiting for us.” he looked sincerely concerned.
“We have to.” She nodded. “There’s something I need to get.” Today, they would be within walking distance of her old shop with her upstairs apartment. She hadn’t seen it since the day her life changed courses. She gathered her cards and slipped them into her pocket as she stood up. They left the motel room and headed towards the shopping district.
Kimi was about to turn the corner to her old block, but Remy stopped her and looked first. When he turned around, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.
“Last chance to back out.”
She shook her head and he handed her his bo staff. They turned the corner together and, even though they didn’t see anyone, walked cautiously to the shop. Just as Kimi reached the door, she noticed that it was open. She nudged it open with the staff and what she saw, brought her to tears. The place had been ransacked. All the drawers were open and their contents thrown across the room. The table and chairs where she used to read the cards for customers had been upturned and lay broken amongst the mess.
“Cher, we have to hurry. I hear someone coming. Go. I’ll stay here and keep whoever it is, busy.” Kimi wiped her eyes and nodded. She ran up the stairs and knelt on the floor where her bed should have been. One good thing about this mess was that she didn’t have to move it to get to the loose floorboard that was normally hidden. It looked as though no one had discovered her secret. She pried the wood up and looked into the small hole. There was a small box, no bigger than her tarot deck. She lifted it and examined it.
To any other person it was just a small block of wood with no opening, but she knew how to open it. Her grandmother had given it to her with her tarot deck and told her that the two were connected. She could still hear her grandmother’s words, ‘The right card will be the key to both this box and your life. When the time comes, it will open.’ Somehow Kimi knew now was the right time. She reached into her pocket and drew a card from the deck. As she held it against the box, she looked at the artwork. It depicted an angel with one foot in a river and the other on land. The angel was pouring liquid from one jar to another. Temperance showed a need for balance; a coming together of two things or people.
Kimi heard a small click and returned the card to her pocket. The box was open and inside was a silver oval-shaped locket. She took it carefully in her hand and set the box on the floor. Holding the locket to her chest, Kimi remembered her mother wearing it daily and only removing it to sleep.
“I didn’t think you would actually come back.” Kimi hadn’t heard anyone enter the room. She turned around to see Cyclops standing there with a stern look on his face.
“I have got to ask you. What’s up with the visor?” She clasped the locket around her neck as he began to speak.
“It helps me to control my powers.”
“Oooo. What kind of powers do you have?” Kimi smiled giddily.
“Energy beams that can destroy mountains.”
“From your eyes? Like laser beams? Can you only destroy mountains?”
“Do you always ask this many questions?” It was obvious that he was quickly becoming exasperated with her.
“You don’t have to be such a grump about it.”
“How about this? Come with us and I will answer all of your questions.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you or your paraplegic leader.” Kimi took a fighting stance with the bo staff held in front of her. She was nowhere near proficient with it, but Remy had shown her a few moves. She didn’t want to be a burden to him in a fighting situation so she begged him after their last confrontation with the X-Men until he gave in.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Please, just come have a civil conversation with us. Let Xavier tell you about all the good we do.”
“Why are you defending him? He’s an ass that will use whatever he can to get his way and I won’t stand for it.”
“You don’t understand. He wants to help you. He can train you, help you learn and strengthen your abilities.”
“Help me? That must be a joke.” She scoffed. “After what I’ve been through? And have you seen the state of my shop? That man is insane and so are you if you think this is helping anyone.” She spat at him.
“If that’s the way you want it, we’ll do this your way.” He reached up and pressed a button on the side of his visor. A red energy beam shot out of his eyes and made contact with the floor at Kimi’s feet causing her to fall through to the shop below.
‘I guess that answers one of my questions.’ She waved the dust from the air and saw Remy fighting a woman with white hair and skin the color of chocolate. At the moment, she had lightning crackling around her hands and up her arms.
“Storm? What are you doing here?” Cyclops jumped down the hole and spoke to the woman.
“The Professor sent me to help you.” Storm relaxed and the lightning subsided.
“Leave it to Xavier to send one of the most powerful X-Men to help retrieve a simple woman.” As they spoke to each other, Remy extended his hand to Kimi and helped her to her feet.
“Is she really that strong?” Kimi whispered to Remy who nodded.
“We need to get out of here. This is too dangerous now.” he whispered back.
“Remy, I want you to know that if I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“Is that a promise, Cher?” He gave her a smirk and turned back to Storm and Cyclops who had already returned their attention to the runaways.
Storm’s blue eyes glowed white and the air began to stir. She sent a forceful gust of wind at Remy that sent him flying backwards into the wall. He stood and shook the rubble from the crumbling wall off his shoulders. Kimi saw that his eyes had darkened. She gulped; the situation just went from bad to worse. She hadn’t seen Gambit in a week. Her heartbeat picked up as she relived the trauma.
‘No, not now.’ She fought against the thoughts freezing her in place and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on the bo staff and faced Cyclops. She swung the staff and aimed for his legs to knock him down, but he jumped, avoiding her attack. This left her wide open and he took the opportunity to punch for her jaw. Kimi’s wide swing caused her to stumble back and she watched as his fist passed inches from her face.
She regained her composure and tried again; this time aiming for his head. Kimi felt the vibration up her arm when Cyclops grabbed the staff before it could hit. He pressed his visor to send an energy beam that would hit her directly, but a tornado from across the room picked her up and the beam missed her. Kimi was thrown against the wall and landed next to Gambit. He let out a growl, grabbed Kimi and ran out of the building, stopping only to throw several of his playing cards which exploded when they reached the two X-Men.
When they were far enough away to be safe, he set Kimi down and she saw that his eyes had returned to their normal color. ‘Thank goodness.’ She couldn’t deal with Gambit on top of everything else right now. They continued walking and after a few minutes Remy spoke.
“What did we go there for anyways?”
“This.” She grabbed the locket. “It was my mother’s.” She looked down and saw that it was now charred and mangled, no longer resembling the oval it once had. Tears formed in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. ‘Maybe the inside is still salvageable.’ She tried to pry it open, but that only resulted in the whole piece crumbling to dust. Kimi dropped to her knees and put her head in her hands as she let it all out. She had lost her only home and the last possession of her mother’s in one day. What did she have left? She only had the clothes on her back and the cards in her pocket.
As though on cue, she felt the pull of the deck. She tried to ignore it, but the tarot had a mind of their own. She took hold of a card and raised it to eye level. It was the 10 of Swords; rock bottom. How could things get any worse? She returned the card to the deck, but did not move from her spot on the ground.
“We can’t stay here, Cher. We have to find somewhere to shelter for the night.” Remy took her gently in his arms bridal style and started for the nearest motel.
The next morning, Kimi woke up with a determination she had never known. The X-Men, and especially Xavier, needed to pay for taking everything from her. She and Remy decided to train more with the bo staff today. After an hour of practice, Remy suggested that they take a break for the day and find something to eat and drink. He left to grab food and while he was gone, Kimi took a shower.
They sat on the motel floor and ate in silence until Kimi had finished half of her sandwich. She washed it down with a sip of water before clearing her throat.
“Tell me about the X-Men. I need to know more about our enemies.”
“You can’t go looking for trouble. I’m teaching you to protect yourself against one or two, but there are more of them than a small army.”
“I need to know what we’re up against. Obviously, they aren’t going to stop.” Remy paused and let out a sigh before starting.
“Most of them are mutants; a type of human with superhuman abilities. Some are normal humans. The most important thing to know is that they are all trained and dangerous if you oppose them.”
“We’re already opposing them and we can’t run forever. We have to take a stand at some point.” Kimi argued.
“I’m sure we will, but I want you to be more prepared before that. No sense walking in there with nothing, Cher. You have to be patient.” He looked into her eyes hoping that she could see how serious this was. “For now, we have to move. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”
They had been walking in silence for a couple hours when Remy grew tense. He grabbed several cards from his trenchcoat’s inner pocket and threw them. They exploded just moments after Kimi saw a blur move from that spot and towards them. Where the blur landed, a man stood with broad shoulders and what looked like metal blades coming out of his knuckles.
“We need to talk.” He had a deep gruff voice.
“Logan.” Remy said curtly. “Not you too.” He didn’t wait for a response before running in and throwing a punch. Logan countered by running his blades through Remy’s abdomen. Remy fell to the ground, bleeding. Kimi felt tears welling in her eyes. She did the only thing she knew to do and took an unsure stance. She couldn’t possibly win, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She waited to see what the man would do and was surprised when he retracted the blades into his knuckles.
“Don’t just stand there. We need to get him inside and treat his wounds.” He picked up the unconscious Remy and waited for Kimi to follow him.
“I don’t understand. Why are you helping? You just stabbed him.”
“Remy is too hasty for his own good, but your mother asked me to help you.”
“My mother died when I was 6.”
“No,” He shook his head. “She’s alive and in the Xavier Institute in New York.”
Vox machina had been at the party for a short while when Sylas and Delilah Briarwood stepped into the main hall. They had decided once Percy explained how he knew them that Vax would go check there room for anything suspicious. After what could have only been 10 minutes of searching the room Vax found a magic book of some kind, he was about to leave when the fire was blown out by a large gust of wind. Vax turned towards the fire and then back towards where he found the book only now Sylas stood in the chests place. “My my your a curious one aren’t you ?” Sylas said almost flirtatiously. He stepped towards Vax placing a gentle hand onto his cheek. Sylas pulls Vax towards the rooms large canopy bed and pushes him down onto the mattress.
Vax is almost half the size of Sylas and no matter how hard he tires he can’t push Sylas off of him. Vax isn’t one to panic but he can feel the panic settling deep within his chest as Sylas begins to remove the younger males clothing slowly and almost teasingly. Vax is never one to shy away from sex but he’s not sure wether it’s the way Sylas towers above him or the sheer panic rising in his chest but this is not going to be Pleasant.
Both Vax and Sylas are completely naked now, Vax has been trying to get free struggling against Sylas’s strong hands to no avail. The panic in his chest is bubbling over now as callous hands run from his chest to his lower abdomen. Sylas starts kissing at Vax’ildans neck, he gasps at the sudden contact and screws his eyes shut quickly. Sylas wastes no time in grabbing the lube from the dresser next to the bed. He spread a thin layer over his fingers, he lined the first finger up with Vax’s hole and pushed in roughly. Vax let out a sharp exhale and began to scream, this was not happening ! Nope not happening. Sylas paid him no mind and simply used his other hand to cover Vax’s mouth. After another minute or two Sylas added a second finger and then a third. Once he was satisfied that Vax was stretched enough that he could fit comfortably inside him he lined himself up with his hole. He pushed down to the base of his cock in one quick movement, Vax’ildan let out another scream. “P…please stop, I … I won’t say anything I promise. J..just let me go please” Vax begged. His words where left untouched as Sylas thrusted hard into Vax and grunted.
Sylas must have been getting close because his thrust got harder and much faster. Vax was still struggling to free himself and still failing to do so. Vax must have been screaming more than he himself had realised because not only had Sylas’s hand found it’s way back to his mouth his throat was dry and soar. The thrust were still getting harder and deeper, Sylas’s mouth came up to meet Vax’s neck again this time leaving bite marks in its wake. With small moans and little grunt Sylas finished in Vax’ildan but he wasn’t finished with him yet. Sylas grabbed Vax’s hair and pulled him down towards his dick, he quickly pushed it down his throat causing him to choke slightly. Vax tried to pull him self away but the grip Sylas had on his hair was far to tight.
After what felt like and eternity Sylas grabbed back onto Vax’s hair and pulled him to the large doors that opened up into the hallway and threw him against the wall and left his clothes in a pile next to him. Vax hadn’t realised he was holding his breath until he slumped down against the wall panting trying to collect his breath. He whispered a quiet “Jenga” before tears started streaming down his flushed checks. He didn’t have enough energy to move let alone put his clothes back on so he stayed slumped against the wall and allowed his eyes to close. It wasn’t long before the rest of Vox machina was running up to Vax. “Brother … what on earth happened ?” Vex said with a hint of worry. “Are you crying Vax ? What the hell happened in there” Scanlan was the next to speak. Vex looked at her brothers state and now she understood why Percy wanted revenge on the Briarwoods so badly. “H…hurts” Vax’ildan said weakly, it was all he could manage. That was all it took for the others to realise just what Sylas had done to him, Vax couldn’t look any of them in the eyes after it became clear what had happened. Percy offered to help Vax’ildan back into his clothes if not to embarrass him further, he was reluctant but accepted the help if only to get him back to the keep quicker. Vex pulled her brother to his feet and slung his arm over her shoulder but it was no use his leg where shacking underneath him. Grog lifted Vax into his arms and carried him back to the keep where he laid him on the bed as gently as he could and left him there to rest. Sylas Briarwood will pay for this Vex will make sure of it.
I didn’t gag you. Not yet. I wanted to hear all of those cute little noises you make. I wanted to hear you shout at me to get off of you. Tell me off and scream. I wanted to hear that anger break as the fear set in. As I tied your hands down and you slowly realized just how trapped you were. That was while you were still coherent enough to make words. Now I was working to break that too. I had strapped a vibrator to your legs, keeping it on your sensitive clit, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. You stifled your moans at first, trying not to give me the satisfaction. But that look on your face was all that I needed. The image of your eyes finally rolling back as your body accepted what was happening burned into my mind. I had fantasized about it when I first saw you out a few weeks ago, but the real thing was better than anything I’d ever imagined. By now, you weren’t even fighting it. Your mouth just kept spewing moans and groans. Now and again you would stop making noise entirely, your whole body convulsing before letting out another scream. I know you hate it. Hate me. But I’m meticulous. I’ve watched you for so long and now I’m watching every single way you react to my touch. Places that don’t even make sense. The back of your arm. Around your shoulder blades, your ribs. They’re all so sensitive and they’re not even the usual suspects for spots that would cause this. They’re special, to you. Places that only someone you’re willing to be so intimate with should touch. Yet here I am, calling you a good slut while you try and deny it through breathless moans.
I’m going to keep you like this. Keep you tired up and in endless pleasure. Until I get bored of you again. At that point, I’ll finally turn it off. But now you need it. Now you feel wrong without a vibrator and empty without a butt plug. Poor thing, are you going to beg me to fill you up again?
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