They - Vanessa and Wilson Fisk - are in his apartment. That is so fucking twisted, that they're doing this to him IN HIS HOME. IN HIS OWN BED. That just makes it like, a million times more violating.
Fisk’s hands wrap around his neck like a vice, squeeze, and then — *fans self* Oh wow.
“You know, Figure Drawing and Anatomy were two of my favourite subjects in university.” Auuugggh, my skin is crawling.
It's then that Matt realizes what else is so odd about the scenario; they'd changed him out of his work clothes and into the black shirt and pants of his vigilante gear. But they'd left his hands and feet bare, and he's shocked to realize that it's his mask that's being used to gag him. Oh my god that is great. Horrible. Gross. They stripped him and redressed him while he was unconscious, that's like, one of the creepiest things ever, to me.
Vanessa's hand returns to trail down the length of Matt's body. He shudders when her hand comes to rest at the waistband of his pants. One of Fisk's hands obligingly moves to undo Matt's fly and he tries to shrink away, his brow furrowing in confusion. What was the point of going to the trouble of changing him into these clothes only to take them off him again? As if reading the question in his expression, Vanessa laughs and says, “When staging a work of art the Devil is in the details, Matthew.” A whine escapes his throat as his pants and underwear are pulled down to his knees. He feels, in a way that has nothing to do with his heightened senses, her eyes roaming over him. It makes his skin crawl. Her heeled steps are slow and measured as she paces around the bed to survey their work. Oh gods. I LOVE this, I love Vanessa just touching him. It's so horrific and it's also so ... horribly sexy to me. It's a nice reversal of power considering the usual way of things, and I enjoy that.
"It's a shame we had to cover your mouth, but at least I get to see your pretty hazel eyes this way.” Auuugh, Vanessa is so creepy! I love this.
His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes against the tears that begin to form at her words, his face crumbling with the effort of keeping his emotions in. She clicks her tongue at him patronizingly, as though she thinks he's being cute by attempting to hide from her this way, and he seethes in silent protest. Not all blind people choose to cover their eyes. If asked, Matt usually tells people that he uses sunglasses because he's aware that his unfocused eyes can be distracting or disturbing. But the real reason is that there are always those who seem perversely delighted by the power of their gaze on someone who can't gaze back. *faints dead away* He's crying and she's mocking him OH GODS. Also, yes, I did that in my fill too, the creepy-factor of them being able to stare at him and him being unable to stare back, SO WRONG. *shivers*
Re: [FILL] An Acquired Taste (For a Well-Made Mistake) - Part 1/?
Oh my godsssssssssssssssssss.
*flails* I just ... wow. This is so great.
They - Vanessa and Wilson Fisk - are in his apartment.
That is so fucking twisted, that they're doing this to him IN HIS HOME. IN HIS OWN BED. That just makes it like, a million times more violating.
Fisk’s hands wrap around his neck like a vice, squeeze, and then —
*fans self* Oh wow.
“You know, Figure Drawing and Anatomy were two of my favourite subjects in university.”
Auuugggh, my skin is crawling.
It's then that Matt realizes what else is so odd about the scenario; they'd changed him out of his work clothes and into the black shirt and pants of his vigilante gear. But they'd left his hands and feet bare, and he's shocked to realize that it's his mask that's being used to gag him.
Oh my god that is great. Horrible. Gross. They stripped him and redressed him while he was unconscious, that's like, one of the creepiest things ever, to me.
Vanessa's hand returns to trail down the length of Matt's body. He shudders when her hand comes to rest at the waistband of his pants. One of Fisk's hands obligingly moves to undo Matt's fly and he tries to shrink away, his brow furrowing in confusion. What was the point of going to the trouble of changing him into these clothes only to take them off him again?
As if reading the question in his expression, Vanessa laughs and says, “When staging a work of art the Devil is in the details, Matthew.”
A whine escapes his throat as his pants and underwear are pulled down to his knees. He feels, in a way that has nothing to do with his heightened senses, her eyes roaming over him. It makes his skin crawl. Her heeled steps are slow and measured as she paces around the bed to survey their work.
Oh gods. I LOVE this, I love Vanessa just touching him. It's so horrific and it's also so ... horribly sexy to me. It's a nice reversal of power considering the usual way of things, and I enjoy that.
"It's a shame we had to cover your mouth, but at least I get to see your pretty hazel eyes this way.”
Auuugh, Vanessa is so creepy! I love this.
His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes against the tears that begin to form at her words, his face crumbling with the effort of keeping his emotions in. She clicks her tongue at him patronizingly, as though she thinks he's being cute by attempting to hide from her this way, and he seethes in silent protest. Not all blind people choose to cover their eyes. If asked, Matt usually tells people that he uses sunglasses because he's aware that his unfocused eyes can be distracting or disturbing. But the real reason is that there are always those who seem perversely delighted by the power of their gaze on someone who can't gaze back.
*faints dead away* He's crying and she's mocking him OH GODS.
Also, yes, I did that in my fill too, the creepy-factor of them being able to stare at him and him being unable to stare back, SO WRONG. *shivers*
Cannot wait for more!