Iswm Dictator!Mack x Reader (GN)
Warnings: NSFW, suggestive, toxic relationship, pet names, collar use, a sprinkle of Stockholm syndrome
You made the wrong choices and now you were here, sitting on a dog bed beside Mack’s throne. It seems ridiculous now, after all you had just wanted a break from always choosing. Back then when you first came through the wormhole, you were completely exhausted so of course you handed over control of the ship to your Head Engineer. He wanted control and you needed a break. You thought it would be nice to not have that weight on your shoulders. Now you don’t choose anything but that weight still sits on your shoulders or, more accurately, your neck.
Your beloved ship had landed safely, but it soon lost all semblance of democracy. Mack was quick to point out his successes as well as blame others, mainly you, for any mishaps. The crew wanted a leader and he was an obvious choice.
The tug of the leash attached to the collar around your throat shook you from your stupor. This was no time to reminisce. Another harsh tug, upwards this time, forced you to look up. Your eyesight was filled with the sight of your former Head Engineer, now owner. Mack’s smirk was more prominent than ever, his cap jaunted at a ridiculous angle without a single hair out of place.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing you down there, darling’ Mack chuckled darkly as he stared down at you. You couldn’t remember when he started using pet names but he hadn’t stopped since. He’d use them in front of people, sometimes seemingly choosing the most suggestive ones to embarrass you. Not that it took much, you were on a dog bed with a collar that he controlled the leash to. Dogs had more freedom. Then again, you never wanted freedom when you had it. You wanted life to be simple, now it is. Mack made life simple. So why aren’t you thankful?
‘Don’t worry, we’re all alone now.’ Mack sounded like he was trying to be calming but there was still venom laced in each word. He wanted you to be relaxed of course, however he still needed you to stay compliant.
‘You don’t have to worry about any of your old friends seeing you like this. I have you all to myself for the rest of the day.’ His eyes bore into you, waiting for a reaction. In a moment of defiance, you refused to give him any reaction even though all your experiences when you openly defied him were disastrous. Like when you screamed at him, or when you rebuked him, or that one time you foolishly tried to fight him. It never worked though, he’d rather knock you out than let you go. Sometimes he’d just laugh humourlessly and remind you of your place. Other times he’d take a different approach.
The collar felt tighter today, and it probably was. He’d do that sometimes like a defence mechanism, after putting it back on after a particular vulnerable moment. He was normally so cruel to you, but occasionally he’d just….melt. Whenever he was particularly stressed or tired, he’d just untie you and take your hand. He’d walk to his room and you’d just lie there together, sometimes for hours. He wouldn’t try to make a move or force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do, he’d just wrap his arms around you. You’d feel his breath hot on your neck when you finally embrace him back and for a moment you’d forget about everything else. For a moment it would feel like you’d travelled through another wormhole and now you were in a universe where you were a normal couple. A couple that cuddled and had movie dates. That you had a boyfriend, a sweet one who didn’t need to lock the door with a pass so he knew you couldn’t escape.
‘Aren’t you going to thank me, little one? Remember your position is a privilege’ His voice sounded even more arrogant than usual but as he turned to put his hand directly on your throat you really wanted to hear more.
No one would understand how you feel about him, you barely do. When 90% of the time he acts like this, a complete jerk, but you can’t help but want to wait for his softer moments. The moments when it’s just the two of you. When he tenderly kisses the spots that the collar rubs on and whispers worship in your ear. How his teeth graze your collar bone when he moves downward and how the mischief in his eyes turn to pure adoration. He loves you really, he just can’t let you leave him. And to ensure that you won’t, that you can never walk away, he uses the collar.
Your clouded eyes take him in again, comparing the version of Mack before you now and the version you remember looking up at you with pleading eyes on the bedroom floor.
A pause. You weighed your options.
‘Thank you, Mack’ you managed to reply, your voice barely a murmur due to the Mack’s familiar grip around your throat.
Mack tutted, he seemed irritated but there was a lack of surprise. As light pouring through the window hit him, you remembered how gorgeous he looked when he was cocky. How hot it was when he took control, regardless of the morality of his actions.
His hand slid up from your throat to under your chin and gently lifted it up towards him. His dark eyes met yours and you swore all the air on your lungs seemed to disappear.
‘You know what I want to hear’
Author’s note: Hey this is my first piece of writing on here so hopefully it’s okay? Also it’s my first slightly spicy fanfic so yeah, hopefully it’s okay. At first it was purely self indulgent but then I thought I’d post it. Please send any feedback, it’s all so appreciated. - R
