Title: I Need a Hero chapter 9
Rating: M
Category: Gen, M/M; F/M
Fandom: Project Hail Mary x the fall guy x the gray man x iron lung
Relationship: Ryland Grace, Colt Seavers & Sierra Six | Courtland Gentry, Coltlandgentry siblings, Jody Moreno/Colt Seavers, The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Past Ryland Grace/Tom Ryder
Tw: kidnapping, graphic descriptions of violence, stab wounds, major character injury, implied noncon, OC (a minor character) death, nonconsenual touching
summary: Ryland and Simon have been dating for years now, and Simon is ready to take things to the next level. Then Ryland's ex-boyfriend shows up, and now nothing is even remotely close to being okay.
Title: I Need a Hero chapter 8
Rating: M
Category: Gen, M/M; F/M
Fandom: Project Hail Mary x the fall guy x the gray man x iron lung
Relationship: Ryland Grace, Colt Seavers & Sierra Six | Courtland Gentry, Coltlandgentry siblings, Jody Moreno/Colt Seavers, The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Adrian/Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Past Ryland Grace/Tom Ryder
Tw: kidnapping, graphic descriptions of violence, stab wounds, major character injury, implied noncon, OC (a minor character) death, nonconsenual touching
summary: Ryland and Simon have been dating for years now, and Simon is ready to take things to the next level. Then Ryland's ex-boyfriend shows up, and now nothing is even remotely close to being okay.
Warnings/Tags: Rattler Abby, Physical Abuse, Noncon, Death Threats, Choking, Passing Out from Being Choked, Face Slapping, Manipulation, Threats of Violence, Pussy Spanking, Light Praise, Forced Cuddling, Forced Pissing, Forced Public Humiliation, Kicking, Terms like Puppy and Mutt are used for the reader
Summary: Your group gets captured by the rattlers. Unfortunately Abby picks you out of your entire group
Word Count: 5,667
You knew it was risky the moment you and your group moved through the trees. You had a bad feeling, and despite you telling them that this wasn’t a good idea, you followed them. You knew you wouldn’t be able to survive on your own if something were to happen, and who knows, maybe you were just overthinking like you normally did. You continued to walk, and as soon as there was a clearing, you heard sounds coming from the other side. A group appeared right in front of you, pointing their guns at your group. They were shouting, telling everyone to drop their things, and of course, you did as you were told. A woman who looked a lot stronger than a lot of people she was with emerged to the front of the group. You swallowed nervously, realizing that her eyes were glued on you.
“So here’s how this is going to go: you’ll come with us, and we’ll go from there once we get back to where we’re at.” She snapped. “And let me be very clear: if you try to run, you’ll be disposed of. You’re nothing if we can’t get you back, do you understand?”
Your leader shook his head. “You can’t just fucking do this; it’s wrong.”
As he turned to face you and the others, they shot him in the head. You screamed, his blood coating your face and shirt as you shook in fear. The woman smirked, looking at the man next to her. She said something that you couldn’t quite make out, but you knew for sure you didn’t want to know.
The group began to taunt yours as they led you for what felt like hours to where they were staying at. The moment you stepped onto the land, you swallowed nervously as you noticed two more people standing around and mocking an infected that they had chained up. You weren’t sure what to think, but you did know that you had to get as far away as possible. A friend of yours stopped walking, demanding to know what they wanted. Instead of killing them, they pushed them to the ground and began to kick them. The others watched, except for the one woman who wouldn’t stop looking at you. Instead, she was staring at you
“Do you want to be like them?” A man asked, pointing at the infected, who was chained up. When no one said anything in response, he spoke up. “Didn’t think so. Now move it. Leave them there. They'll be collected later.”
You tried to stay behind, but you were being pushed with the others. You had no time to think about your friend as you were pushed forward. Finally, you were brought to a building, and as the rest of your group was pushed into it, you were held back. A strong hand on your shoulder made you flinch; the grip on it made you whimper.
“You’re not going in there,” the same woman who had spoke to your group before taking you stated, causing you to turn your head to see who it was. It was the woman who couldn’t keep her eyes off you. “You’re coming with me.”
You watched as your group was pushed further into the building, but before you could ask where she was taking you, she pulled you away. You struggled to keep up with her, but as if she were afraid you were going to run away, she grabbed your wrist hard.
“You’re hurting me!” You cried out, but it was ignored. You hit the woman’s arm as hard as you could, but she still didn’t budge.
Finally, the two of you made it to what looked like a small apartment. It was messy—clothes and dishes all over—and a part of you wondered why she had brought you here, but you knew you were going to find out soon enough. She stayed silent, and the moment you started to hit her again, she pushed you to the ground. Hard.
“You try to hit me again and you’ll be thrown in the pool.” She threatened. You gave her a confused look, unsure what she meant by that.
She pulled you to your feet, guiding you to the window. When she forced you to look outside, that’s when you saw it. The pool was filled with runners that were chained up, and as your eyes widened, she chuckled.
“Actually, I won't put you in the pool, no. That would be a waste.” She stated, running her tongue against her bottom lip as she thought of something else. A smirk grew on her face before she spoke up. “That friend of yours that we beat up and left? Yeah, they can go in the pool, and the last thing they’ll know is that it’s your fault. You sent them to their death because you want to be a brat and not listen to what you’re told to do.”
You shook your head. “Please, no… I don’t want you to do that.”
“Then you’re going to behave for me, yeah?”
You nodded, opening your mouth to say something when the door opened. You froze, looking at the woman who was standing in front of you.
The man looked between both of you before speaking up. “Abby, what are you doing with this one?”
The woman—whose name was Abby—rolled her eyes before turning to face the man who interrupted whatever was going to happen.
“What does it look like I’m doing with her? Now get the fuck out.” Abby snapped, causing you and the man to jump.
He left rather quickly, leaving you once again alone with the Rattler, who showed interest in you. You stood in your spot awkwardly, waiting for her to continue with you, considering you couldn’t just walk away from her. You knew better than that.
“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, trying your best to remain calm.
Abby smirked, moving closer as you backed away from her. When your back hit the wall, you tried to move to the side, but Abby blocked you in by bringing both of her hands to both sides of your head on the wall.
“Hurt you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “I’m going to do more than hurt you, baby; it just depends on how well-behaved you are from the start.”
“Why can’t you let me go?” you asked, eyes wide, hoping your pleading would get her to listen to you. Even if it would be no use—you had to try.
Abby clenched her jaw as she moved her right hand away from you. Pulling it back and slapping you as hard as she could in the face. You stumbled onto the ground, bringing a hand to your cheek as you began to cry. She sighed, squatting down so she was at eye level with you before she spoke up.
“Either I keep you with me because you’re mine now, or I send you out there where you won’t get any special treatment," Abby stated. “Hell, they might even hurt you more out there now that they know I picked you and you threw it all away. Your friends will want to hurt you, and you don’t want that, do you?”
You shook your head. “No… I—I don’t want that.”
“Then you’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it, with no questions asked.” Abby stated, standing back up. “Dinner will be brought to us in an hour. You’re more than welcome to look around; just don’t leave the apartment.”
You watched as she walked out of the room before you even thought about getting up off the floor. When you stood, the ache in your cheek was starting to dull down. You weren’t sure as to what to do, knowing that either way you weren’t going to win. Abby had told you to look around, and as much as you wanted to run, you knew you weren’t going to get very far. Not when Abby was still close by. After a few minutes of thinking, you decided to look around for something you could use against her. Walking out of the living room and into a smaller room, you were a bit surprised to see the bookcases that filled the room. You moved closer to the first one, realizing that all the books she had were old, but they looked well loved.
“I see you’ve found my mini library.” Abby stated, leaning against the door frame. “Feel free to read whenever you want. I don’t have much time to read these days, but you will.”
You nodded. “Thank you. I see you’ve got some really good books that I’ve always wanted to read since hearing about them.”
Abby didn’t say anything, and so you went back to looking, taking your time with every bookcase, making a mental note of which books you wanted to read first. When you were on the fourth bookcase, a feeling of guilt washed over you as you thought about your friends and the rest of your group. They were going to be forced into working while you were in the building, getting to read whenever you wanted. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to see them again. Wiping away your tears, you continued as you felt Abby’s eyes burning into the back of your head. You wanted her to go away, but you knew she wouldn't. When you came to the last bookcase, you saw something hiding in with the books. You slowly pulled it out, pretending that you were pulling out a book to get a better look at it. You were a little surprised when you found a small pocketknife, but when you turned to look at Abby and she wasn’t there, you slid it into your pocket. You made your way out of the room, flinching when you heard the front door open. Abby grabbed the food from whoever was on the other side of the door before she shut and locked it.
“Food’s here,” she stated. “Come on, come sit with me.”
You slowly made your way over towards her table as she sat the plates down. You sat across from her, feeling nervous that she would easily figure out that you had the pocketknife in your pocket.
The food was a lot better than you expected with all things considered, and Abby was funnier than you thought, and for an hour you had forgotten that you were being held captive. You took a deep breath, leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes for a few moments before Abby spoke up again.
“You know, you’re not as smart as you think you are, and it’s fucking pathetic.” Abby stated, her voice soft and casual as if she were having a normal conversation with you. She pushed away from the table as she continued. “Do you really think I would leave a pocketknife in an obvious hiding spot and think you wouldn’t grab it? Or even give you the chance to think you’re one step ahead of me? Hm?”
Your eyes widened in fear, realizing that this whole time she knew you had taken the pocketknife. You were frozen in fear as she got up slowly, and to your surprise, she grabbed her plate and then yours. You watched as she made her way to the sink, and with her back turned to face you, you wondered if she was trying to bait you to admit what you were hiding or if she really knew.
“It’s such a shame; I really thought you were going to behave.” Abby sighed, scrubbing one of the dishes she had just put in the sink. “I’m not too upset about it, considering that I love a good challenge.”
You took the pocketknife out of your pocket, flipped it open, and without a second thought, you got up out of your seat and charged towards Abby. You were too busy to notice that she had let out a low laugh before she turned around and grabbed your arm. In a second, she flipped you around and forced you to bend over the sink. You wiggled in her grip, and when you brought the hand holding the knife closer to her, she was quick to get it out of your hand. Slamming your head against the faucet, you let out a cry before stumbling back. Abby let go of you, and just as you were starting to get your footing again, she punched you in the mouth, knocking you onto the ground.
“Dumb bitch,” Abby smirked, grabbing the knife out of the sink. “I can’t wait to break you.”
Abby closed the pocketknife before throwing it across the room. You wiped your mouth, eyes widening at the blood that was on your hand.
“Get away from me!” You screamed, but Abby charged towards you.
She climbed on top of you and straddled your waist. You tried your best to hit her as hard as you could, but it was no use as she wrapped both hands around your throat and began to squeeze as hard as she could.
“No one would miss you if I were to kill you right here, you know that? You’re nothing but a set of holes for me to use, and I could care less about you.”
You began to cry, panicking as she continued to choke you. This was it—you were really going to die at the hands of the woman who had picked you out of everyone in your group. Just as black spots appeared in your vision, she let go of your neck. You gasped for air, bringing your hands up to touch your neck.
Abby got off you and walked away, and for a second you had thought she was done with you for the time being. Of course, you were wrong. Of course.
When she came back, Abby had the pocketknife she had thrown across the room in her hands. She moved down onto her knees next to you, and when she grabbed your shirt, she used the knife to cut it off you, along with the worn-out bra that you had been using for years. Without a word, she cut your pants and your underwear off.
“If you behave, I won’t use this on you. Do you understand me?” Abby asked.
You nodded weakly, which wasn’t good enough for her. Abby brought the knife up to your face and pushed the blade into your cheek hard enough to scare you, but not enough to cut you.
“Yes, yes! I understand you!” You cried out.
Thankfully Abby pulled the knife away and closed it. She put it down next to you before she forced your legs open. She brought her hand down hard against your pussy, causing you to cry out. You tried your best to close your legs, but Abby pushed them open again.
“If I have to open them again, I’m going to hurt you.” Abby threatened as she pushed a finger into you.
She slowly fucked her finger in and out of you as she watched your face. You knew you had to do something, but you were too scared to move, knowing that Abby would hurt you again if you did anything. You laid as still as you could, silently hoping she would grow bored of you. You let out a whimper before you could stop it as she curled her finger, earning a laugh from her.
”You think you can pretend to not want it when you’re this wet for me?” Abby tsked, shaking her head. “You’re so wet, baby. It’s okay. You can want it.”
You shook your head, closing your legs again without thinking, and Abby pulled her finger out and pinched your clit as hard as she could. You cried out, closing your legs around her hand as you tried your best to get her to let go. Abby wouldn’t budge as you reached down and dug your nails into her arm.
“Stop! Stop it, fucking stop it!” You cried out louder than you intended.
To your surprise, Abby let go of your clit and pulled away. She stood up, and for a moment, you felt like you could breathe again. Abby stomped down hard on your thigh, causing you to scream in pain.
“Open your fucking legs.” She snapped. “Fucking do it now."
You hesitated but did as you were told, knowing Abby had run out of patience for you. You started to shake in fear, trying your best to keep your legs open as Abby circled you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from begging when she stood right in between your legs.
Abby slowly lifted her leg so her boot was hovering above your pussy. You turned your head to the side, squeezing your eyes shut as you waited for her to do what you knew was coming. After a few moments, you relaxed when the stomp never came, and for a second you thought she changed her mind. That was until her boot came down hard against your pussy, causing you to curl into a ball.
Abby squatted down so she was to your level once more, sighing as she placed her hand on your side. “Next time I want to play with you, you’re going to fucking behave for me.”
She got back up and left the room, leaving you in a curled-up ball on the floor. All you could think about was the pain between your legs—your clit still hurt, but how hard she stomped on you was almost unbearable.
You cried yourself to sleep, only being woken up by a loud bang coming from outside. You weren’t new to this considering the world has been shit since you were born, so you knew it was a gunshot. The only thing that scared you was if it were one of your friends. You shook the thought away, not wanting to make yourself feel worse than what you already did. The pain was now gone except for a dull ache, but you could deal with that. You stood up, looking at your cut-up clothes with a sigh. Abby’s group had taken your backpack that had your extra clothes, so you felt uncomfortable walking around naked.
“Abby?” You called out, unsure of what to do.
When there was no answer, you suddenly grew nervous, afraid that this was some other test. You sighed, looking at the front door of her apartment, almost tempted to try and escape, but decided to go to her little library again. You grabbed a book that you could care less about at the moment and sat down on the old and torn-up couch. You opened the book and read a few pages before you started to grow restless. Did Abby kill someone in your group because you didn’t behave? Was it your fault someone was shot? All of these questions were running through your head as you tried to read the words on the book’s page.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the front door opened. You stayed quiet, focusing as best as you could while you heard footsteps getting closer towards you.
"Oh, you stayed in here the whole time, good girl," Abby praised, sitting down next to you on the couch. “I would have woken you up to tell you I left, but you looked like you needed that nap, so I left you alone.”
You nodded. "Thank—thank you, Abby.”
Abby gave you a soft smile as she placed her hand on your thigh gently, causing you to flinch a little. You stayed relaxed into her touch after a few minutes, realizing that it was too uncomfortable not to.
“What did you decide to read?” Abby asked, looking over at the words on the book.
”I um,” you began. “Frankenstein.”
Abby nodded before she started to look around the room.
“You know I saved your life, right?” Abby questioned, squeezing your thigh hard. “A ‘thank you’ would be nice.”
You whimpered, “Thank—thank you.”
Abby dug her nails into your skin hard enough to break your skin. “Good girl. I think it’s time for bed, don’t you?”
“Yes—yes, I think so too.” You agreed, trying your best to relax.
Abby stood up, offering her hand, which you took as fast as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was hesitate and make her hurt you again. You knew you were going to have to try and earn her trust, even if it took longer than you’d actually want. She led you into a different room that had a bed that looked to be in better condition than the couch. Abby let go of your hand and pulled the covers down so you could get into the bed.
You did just that, and Abby quickly followed suit. She laid down onto her side so she could wrap her arms around you, humming at how warm you felt.
“Try and get some sleep; tomorrow’s going to be rough.” Abby stated, kissing your shoulder.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you thought about anything but being in the arms of the woman who had decided you were hers. You silently hoped that your group was okay and that they would be able to eventually get away safely. You hoped the same for yourself, but you knew better—knew that Abby was going to keep you to herself until she eventually killed you.
Finally, after an hour of trying to sleep, you did fall asleep, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.
Which was such wishful thinking.
When you woke up, Abby’s arm was still around you as you brought your hands to your eyes to wipe the sleep from them. You needed to go to the bathroom, but a part of you was too afraid to move, thinking Abby would think you were trying to run away again.
You tried to shake her lightly to wake her up, but unfortunately, it didn’t work at all. Abby wasn’t budging, and you were starting to grow antsy. With every minute going by, your bladder was starting to hurt you. You had to make a decision soon, knowing you couldn’t hold it much longer.
After a few more seconds of contemplating, you moved her arm from around you and sat up. You were sore and tired, and for a second you had forgotten how you got here. Abby stirred, causing you to get up way too fast, which made you dizzy. You pushed through it, though, not wanting to give up when you were already so close.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Abby asked as she sat up.
You had one foot out of the bedroom, suddenly too scared to move anymore. Finally, you turned around slowly to see that Abby was now standing up.
“I was just going to go to the bathroom, I swear… that’s all I was doing.” You pleaded, hoping that she would believe you since you were telling the truth.
“You were going to the bathroom, huh?” Abby questioned as she moved closer to you.
You nodded. “I swear—I wouldn’t run away; I just have to pee.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, realizing that you were still very naked while Abby was fully clothed.
“If you have to go to the bathroom, you wake me up and you ask.” Abby snapped, getting out of the bed.
You nervously stood in place as you watched her make her way towards you. Flinching when she got way too close to you and when she was in your face, you tried to back away, but she grabbed you roughly. She brought her face as close as she could get it without touching you before she spoke up.
“The faster you realize that you need me, the faster things will be better for you.” Abby snapped, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. “You’re stuck with me, because if I let you go, you know what these men will do to you?”
You shook your head as you began to shake in fear, causing Abby to smirk as she leaned in closer towards you. She whispered, “If you think I’m awful… you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“I—I need to go to the bathroom.” You whispered, hoping that she would allow you to go.
Although you hoped she would give you some space to go by yourself, but the way she was acting, you doubted that she would. She grabbed your hand and led you towards a door near the front of her apartment, and when Abby opened it, she shoved you inside harder than you could have prepared yourself before stepping inside with you.
“Go on,” Abby pushed, crossing her arms as she waited for you to sit down on the toilet.
You slowly sat down, unsure how you were going to be able to go with her watching you. You could never go when others were in the bathroom with you—you’ve been like that for as long as you could remember. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and trying your best to focus on going.
“Can… can I have some privacy, please?" You pleaded, finally looking up at Abby with wide eyes.
"No," Abby snapped. “Either you go now or I’ll make you go and you won’t fucking like it.”
You started crying, unsure what you were going to do. On one hand, you couldn’t force yourself to go, but on the other hand, you didn’t want Abby to hurt you. After a few minutes of waiting, Abby rushed towards you, pulling you off the toilet. You weren’t sure what she was going to do to you, but as she dragged you out of her apartment and outside, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.
“You left me no choice; now you’re gonna go outside like a dog in front of your group and in front of mine.” Abby stated, throwing you to the ground.
You tried to move on your stomach, but she pushed you onto your back with her boot. You looked up at her, squinting because of how bright the sun was. Abby gave you no time to say anything, placing her boot on your bladder.
“Be a good dog and fucking piss for me, Mutt.” Abby snapped, pushing down hard against your bladder.
You cried out as you began to pee, getting it all over your thighs and the grass as you heard other Rattlers' laughs getting closer. They all stood around the two of you, watching as you peed all over yourself. Abby stayed silent, keeping her boot on your bladder until you were done peeing. When she took her boot off you, she was quick to drag you to your feet and away from everyone. Abby stayed silent, not saying anything to you as she brought the two of you back to her apartment. She shoved you to the ground; wasting no time, she kicked you twice before speaking up.
“You could have just gone in here, but no, you just had to force me to make you go in front of everyone else. Is that what you wanted? Everyone’s attention on you?”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I swear I just get sh—“
Abby cut you off by kicking you once more. This time, the kick had knocked the wind out of your lungs. She gave you no time to recover, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet.
“You know what they would do to you if you were out there?” Abby questioned as she forcibly bent you over the couch’s armrest. “You think what I’m about to do to you is so awful, you don’t even realize how good you’ve got it with me.”
You froze in place as she placed a hand on the small of your back to hold you down while she shoved three fingers into you with her other. You cried out, unable to get used to the stretch as she began to fuck into you hard. You tried to wiggle out of her grip, but it was no use; she was stronger than you.
“No, those men in my group would hurt you. Hurt you real bad and then throw you into the pool with the clickers.” Abby stated, adding a fourth finger. “You know for someone who doesn’t like this, you sure are wet. I bet I can get my fist inside you.”
You shook your head. “Please don’t.”
Abby laughed, pulling her fingers out of you before bringing the same hand down hard against your ass. You weren’t sure what she had in mind next, but you hoped that it would be over soon. You wished you hadn’t gone with your group, because if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be in this mess. You could try to run, but you knew better than that. Not with a bunch of their group outside everywhere. Although you didn’t trust her, you did believe her that they would be much worse than her, and that was saying something.
Abby dragged you back into her bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. You crawled up it, trying to get away from her as much as you could. You knew fighting her was going to be useless, so running from her was your best bet. You just had to figure out how to get away from the others outside when you got past her.
“Come here,” Abby snapped as she got on the bed.
“Fuck you,” you snapped, getting off the bed.
You moved as fast as you could—the door was just inches away when Abby grabbed you. She threw you onto the ground harder than you expected, causing the wind to knock out of you. You gasped for air as you tried to crawl away, only to be kicked hard.
“I thought we were past all of this fighting, but I guess you still have some in you," Abby stated. “That’s okay, I have time to beat it into you.”
Abby kicked you two more times before walking away. You weren’t sure what she was doing, but you refused to look as you heard her leave the room. You wondered if she was trying to trick you again, so you tried your best to stay still. After waiting a few minutes, she entered the room again, but this time she was holding a few things.
Grabbing your hands, she was quick to tie them together to the point where it was hurting. She ignored your pleading and moved you so that you were on your back, lying on your hands.
“Spread your fucking legs,” Abby demanded, slapping you in the face hard when you hesitated. “I could just kill you and pick the next person you know? You keep ignoring what I’m telling you to do, and I will put an end to this.”
You snapped your legs open, earning a smirk from her. You watched as she grabbed the bottle of what you assumed to be lube and poured some onto her fingers. She pushed three of her fingers that she just lubed up into your pussy, not giving you anytime to adjust to the feeling before she curled them.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t want it, you sure are wet," Abby mocked. “And I’m not even counting the lube I just started using on you. You’re nothing but a pathetic mutt for me to use. Do you understand that? What you had before me is now gone. All you have now is me.”
Abby continued to fuck you with her fingers at a pace that you weren’t used to, her fingers stretching you out uncomfortably. When you felt yourself get closer, she pulled out, bringing her hand down hard against your pussy. Abby brought her hand down four more times before she brought both of her hands to her belt. You stared up at the ceiling as she unbuckled it, not wasting any time with pulling her pants down, revealing a strapon you had assumed she had put on in the other room.
“I want you to ask for it," Abby stated.
You shook your head, not wanting to give into what she was wanting.
“Very well then." was all she said before punching you in the face, busting your lip open.
She hit you in the same spot, and the tears formed in your eyes. You thought about kicking her, but with your hands tied behind your back, you knew that was a dumb idea. As if she were reading your mind, she grabbed your legs, pushing them to your chest. She held them there with one forearm as she used her free hand to grab the base of the toy. Abby pushed into you until she was all the way inside of you. Moving her arm away, she used her body to hold your legs in place as she began to fuck you hard. You squeezed your eyes shut, silently hoping Abby would give up after a while.
“Next time when I fuck you, you’re going to ask Mommy for it or I’ll hurt you worse than I just did.” Abby threatened, wrapping both of her hands around your throat.
She squeezed hard while she kept up her pace. You were afraid she was going to kill you right then and there. You tried to wiggle out of her grip, but with your hands tied and her strapon buried deep inside of you, you had nowhere to go.
“Please…m’choking me…s’too much,” you tried to say, but it was a lot harder when you couldn’t breathe.
You started to see specks in your vision, and finally, after a few more moments, everything went black.
my names. uhm. Jade i think and like karkat actually just call me any one of my kin's names i dont have a name now
it/she. yeah. thats like. yeah. mhm pronouns and stuff just like pretend im a bug. like pest from regretavator
i draw. and uhm. i draw and draw
im a bebeh
i cant see on my left eye im A LOSER!!! but rhats ok😳😳
i kin karkat. terezi...jade...uhm...uh..sollux...whyre they all homestuck..oh and spokeishere from uu. actually i kin most of the hs cast except for equius and eridan. and tavros i hage that guy
karkat kin doubles are nyat free to interact😓😓sowwy youre getting #blcoked
i can do art requests..SOMETIMES.. anddddddddddddddd im profic. a proshupper whatever you wanna call it
my favies are vantascest and leijoncest. oh oh and crotuna
uhh. anyone can interact i just dont like making friends but we can be #oomfs
can a brotha get a genya as like a coach of some sort maybe doin some stuff to da reader
in a manipulative “you wanna be a starter don’t you” kinda way
thanks again moth mommy :3
anything for you, nonnie<3 i received your followup ask saying that you meant to request sanemi* in this scenario. usually i’m not into sports but the world cup is on so i decided that modern!sanemi is your assistant soccer coach/athletic trainer!! I know very little about soccer and kinesiology so uhhh do not try at home
You straightened your knee, grimacing at the pull. Your leg trembled mid air as your fingers gripped onto the edge of the metal seat. Sanemi wrapped a hand beneath your knee while another held your ankle to stabilize it. He studied the twitch in your knee as he rotated your ankle, listening intently to the hitches in your breath when he hit a sore spot.
“Can I have you lay on your back?”
You swallowed, not sure if that was a good or bad thing for your leg. You leaned back on the steel table, cold against your exposed thighs. His hand pushed your knee against your chest, pressing his body weight against your side as he did so. You weren’t sure what this could tell him about your knee; it felt more taxing on your hips than anything.
“Is it bad, doc?” You laughed, nervous from his intense silence.
His hand probed from the back of your knee down to your glute, massaging the tense muscles. You couldn’t help but groan from the stretch, tipping your head back at the excruciating yet pleasurable sensation.
Then you felt a finger slip between your skin and the fabric of your shorts, prodding at your cunt. You seized up and he quickly drew back, clearing his throat and wiping his nose.
“Just ice it and get some rest.”
With that, he left the training room. You pressed your legs shut together. Surely he didn’t mean to do that… his finger must have slipped. It was an accident; he had pulled away, hadn’t he? Oh god, you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after this… how embarrassing! But it would be okay, neither of you would speak of it again.
Sanemi was a good coach—assistant coach and athletic trainer. At first, you were terrified of him. He had a nasty reputation on the field; you had never seen a player given so many red cards. But he was an amazing striker, scoring more goals even if he did tend to hog the ball. All it took was one unfortunate injury to ruin it. You had gone to that game; it wasn’t pretty.
You knew this probably wasn’t where Sanemi wanted to end up, the assistant coach to his hometown’s small college soccer team. He was only a few years older than most of the players, which sometimes didn’t help his case. Half the team hated him and his short temper, while some would whisper how he’d boned their older sister when he was in his prime.
Of course, you got along with him just fine. Not that you were close with him, but you respected him as a coach. He wasn’t such a bad guy if you just listened to his critiques. Most times, his corrections played in your head when you made the game-winning goal.
You noticed that after the incident, he was a bit snappier with you. You could make the same mistake as your teammate, but you’d be the one to run the mile instead of them. Didn’t make the pass? That’s ten pushups. Any wrong move and you were subject to stadium runs.
By the time you returned from your punishment, practice would be over. With your teammates filtering out of the locker room, you’d be on the metal table for another inspection. And the slips became more frequent, pushing your boundaries more and more. People were starting to notice.
“What’d you do to piss him off?” One of your teammates asked in the locker room one day as they slipped on their jersey.
“Yeah, Coach Sanemi has been running you ragged.” Someone else piped up in the crowd of sweaty bodies. “Did you say something about his leg?”
Another voice. “He’s very sensitive about that.”
“Or is it something more… personal?” The teammate you shared a locker with, one you considered a friend, raised the question.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You hoped your face didn’t give it away.
“Wait, are you fucking him?” A dramatic gasp that called for everyone’s attention. “Is that why?”
“No.” You huffed, fixing your shoelaces. “And it’s not like that, either. He’s just an asshole.”
“I dunno… Maybe he’s only hard on you ‘cause he likes you.” Your “friend” says in a sing-song voice.
You slammed your locker door before storming off, fists clenched at your sides.
“Well he’s definitely rubbing off on you with that attitude.”
At practice, when he tried to make you do some ridiculous punishment lap because you messed up a play, you stood your ground.
“I’m not doing that.” You huffed. “How are we going to be prepared for an actual game if I’m not here?”
“Who says you’re going to be in the actual game?” He fired back. “And for talking back, you’re walking the track for the rest of practice.”
You wanted to spit at him, but you bit your tongue. Fuming, you stomped around the track until the sun went down and the floodlights went out. Everyone had already been dismissed by then, but Assistant Coach Sanemi watched you from the sidelines.
“Can I go now?” You finally asked when the track brought you close to him. The frigid air bit at your raw skin. “I’ve been walking for hours. Practice is over.”
The moon didn’t light his features; you could only really see make out his silhouette.
“Did I say you could stop?”
You stopped dead in your tracks, frustration bubbling in your gut. “Did I hurt your feelings or something? You’re being so unfair to me, making me do these bullshit exercises for no reason—”
“Unfair?” He laughed, stepping closer and enunciating his next words as if you couldn’t understand him. “I’m your coach. I’m supposed to train you. When you don’t perform well, I have to discipline you.”
“But it’s stupid shit!” You yelled, throwing your arms in the air. “It’s shit that everyone else does—”
“But you’re not everyone else, are you?”
He wasn’t yelling, but his words rang in your ear. It was only then you realized how close he was to you, nearly chest to chest. The air which was cold and breezy became still and humid in the blink of an eye.
“You’re special.” His eyes flicked down your body, illuminated by the moon. He reached for your arm, but your reflexes were quicker as you stumbled back.
“Don’t.” You said in your sternest voice. “Don’t touch me.”
He rolled his eyes, following each time you pivoted away. “You didn’t seem to mind the other times.”
Your stomach dropped. So he was doing it on purpose. Fear creeped into your frustration, going cold in the pit of your stomach. Silence fell over you as you floundered for a rebuttal. You made one last attempt to appear big before the predator in front of you.
“You’re a fucking loser.” Your voice dripped with venom, if a little unsteady. “Just because you can’t play doesn’t mean you have to make everyone around you miserable.”
There must have been some truth to your statement, because his hand seized your throat, effectively shutting you up. Your eyes bulged from the pressure, your vocal cords flattened. He shook with a rage you had only seen from him once—when he sustained the injury that made him your coach and not a professional athlete. The memory flashed in your mind, an image of him so small on the field from your view in the bleachers, him screaming FUCK!!! as he looked at the monstrosity that was his leg.
You tried to push him away, but it only led to a struggle that had you pinned to the turf with him on top of you. When you tried to kick him, he painfully drove his knee into your bad one, forcing it sideways against the ground. You squawked at the pain.
“Even with an injury, I’m still stronger than you.” He whispered coldly in your ear. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
“My- my knee!” You wheezed beneath his choking grip, mind focused on the future instead of the threat on top of you.
“What? Scared you’ll end up like me?” He laughed. “A fucking loser?”
You clawed at his hands around your throat, but he only applied more pressure to your soon-to-be injury. Howls of pain escaped your mouth as you felt a tendon in your knee quake, close to snapping.
“I’m sorry!” You fawned, tears blurring your vision. “I’m sorry, Coach.”
“Now you’re sorry?” He drawled lowly. His free hand prowled over your body. “You were being such a brat just a minute ago.”
A sob flooded from your mouth as his hand slid under your jersey, feeling the expanse of skin. His fingers fiddled with the underwire of your bra.
“So let me ask you something…” His face was dangerously close to yours, eyes dark and malicious. “Do you want to be a starter? Or do you want me to make sure you’ll never play another fucking day in your life?”
