Could I please request another dark Peacemaker x Reader? I absolutely LOVED your last one!😫 Maybe one where she's on a mission with him and decides to go against his orders so he punishes her after?🤔
Don't Disobey Me
TW: Dark!Peacemaker; gun kink(?); non-con; oral (m recieving); mentions of bombs; hints of killing a child; manipulation; swearing
Pairing: Dark!Peacemaker x gn!reader
Summary: You didn't follow orders. Chris made sure this was your last time doing so.
A/N: I am so sorry that I have been gone for so fucking long. I think I'm getting back into writing fanfiction again so hopefully there's more from me! Gonna try and write up all my requests before I start something else. Hope you enjoy!
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Following orders was not one of your strong suits. Especially when you didn’t think the order was something you should do. You were new to ‘Peacemaker’s’ team and if there was anything you had learned it was that he was anything but peaceful. He always went through with a mission, no matter what. He would do anything to “keep the peace.”
You learned that the hard way.
It was on a mission where his team was sent to kill a foreign politician that was contracting mercenaries to take out competition. Your job was to plant bombs in the building and detonate them. Everything was going well and you waited for your target to get to the right spot.
“Alright, Y/L/N, hit it.” Chris ordered through your earpiece. You looked at the window through your binoculars once more and you were about to hit the trigger before you noticed your target picking up a little girl and twirling her around. His daughter, no doubt.
“Wait- Peacemaker- there’s a little girl in there.” You stated. “I don’t care. Hit it.” He commanded. “No, I can’t kill an innocent little girl.” You protested. “Do you want me to fire you?” He asked. You thought about it as you watched the two inside the building laugh and play. Instead of hitting the button, you put down the trigger and stepped on it. “I’m not killing a child, Chris.”
There was nothing but silence on the other line and you left your vantage point. When you got down from the roof, you headed to the plane, waiting for the others to return. While you waited, you heard a large explosion. You sighed, knowing that he found a way to do it anyways. When they all showed up, you all got into the plane and flew home. The whole plane ride back was spent with Chris glaring at you. You shifted under his gaze. His eyes looked dark, menacing.
A few hours later and you made it back and you got changed in the locker room. On your way out, you were surprised to run directly into Christopher. “Go ahead, fire me.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Oh no, I’ve got something much more punishing in mind for you.” He stated, stepping closer towards you. You took a step back, bumping into the door. You scoffed. “What? Scut work?”
“I’ll teach you not to disobey my orders.” He stated before placing a hand around your throat. He used his grasp to push you back into the locker room. You clawed at his hand, trying to get him off of you, trying to breathe, but he only held tighter.
He shoved you up against the locker, the locks pushing into your back. “No one disobeys me, you understand?” He asked, loosening his grip around your neck slightly. “Okay- okay! I understand! Let go of-” Your yells were cut off by Chris planting a forceful kiss upon your lips. It was aggressive and full of anger.
“What the fuck?” You yelled once he pulled away. He didn’t say anything, he only forced you onto your knees. You tried to fight him, you really did, but once he realized you weren’t going to calm down anytime soon, he pulled a gun out from its hollister and aimed it at your head. “Stay on your knees.” He demanded.
Tears streamed down your face as you closed your eyes and sobbed. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was real. It couldn’t be.
You felt the cold metal of the handgun against your cheek. “Good job.” He praised as he patted the gun against your cheek. “Now open your mouth.” He ordered and you did as you were told. You heard him groan as he shoved the gun into your mouth. “Now suck.” He demanded. Reluctantly, you wrapped your lips around the gun and began to suck on it. “Oh come on, you can do better than that, can’t you Y/L/N? Just like you suck cock.” He explained. You still didn’t know exactly what to do and your hesitation made Chris bored.
So he grabbed your head with his other hand and began forcing your head to move. He methodically moved the gun with his other hand. Chris continued to force fuck your mouth with the gun for what felt like forever.
You felt relief once he took the gun out of your mouth and prayed that this was over. “Oh I was just getting you ready. Don’t think you’re done now.” He stated. “Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone-” Chris shushed you before placing the gun against your temple. “None of that now. Undo my pants.” He ordered. With shaky hands, you reached up to undo his belt buckle. You prayed to every god out there that someone helped you. That you wouldn’t have to go through this inevitability.
You thought about screaming, about making a run for it. But the gun being cocked back quieted those thoughts and you pulled out Chris’ cock. “Good.. Good.. Now you know what to do next, don’t you?” You nodded at his question and took his dick into your hand. You hoped and prayed that you would forget about this, that you’d have some sort of accident that made you lose your memory of this night. You didn’t want to do this. But you didn’t want to die.
Tears fell down your face as you took him into your mouth. You hesitantly moved your head back and forth, only taking about half of him into your mouth. “Don’t hold back on me, whore. I know you can take it all.” And without giving you a chance to, Chris used his hands to force your head all the way down to the base of his cock. Your nose touched his pelvis and you began gagging.
He lifted you off just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving you back down once more. Chris was beginning to get impatient and he picked up his speed, relentlessly face fucking you. You continued to gag around him and tried to push off of him to catch your breath but he wasn’t having it. He slapped your face and continued his aggressive movements.
“Stop fighting it. Breathe through your nose.” He said, hips thrusting back and forth. You could tell he was getting close when his movements began to become strained. He thrusted into your mouth for one last time before cumming deep down your throat. “Swallow it all or I'll shoot you right here and now.” He stated, pulling out of you. You did as you were told, the salty taste still lingering in your mouth. Chris fixed himself up before forcing you to stand. “Don’t disobey me again. Unless you want something else to happen.” He challenged. “And don’t even think about telling anyone. Unless you want your life to be ruined for making false accusations against Peacemaker.” He stated, a sly smile written across his face. More tears fell down your face as he planted a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you in our next meeting. Don’t be late.” He said, leaving.
You slide down to the ground, wrapping your arms around your knees as you sobbed. How were you going to get yourself out of this one..?
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