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RPS Fic: Hard, ?/?, NC17, BDSM and nasty mindplay follows.
(Slightly re-worked, posting only on LJ)
Author: Nixxie
Title: Hard 1/1
Pairing: ?/?
Category: BDSM, Nasty mindplay!
Rating: NC17
Archive: Closer than brothers and anywhere that asks nicely!
E-mail address for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk
Disclaimers: well, there are no people this is based on, and no I had no one in mind when I wrote it either! It just ate at me till I wrote it down! (Pesky plot bunnies)
Brief Summary: Thoughts of someone stuck where they don’t want to be.
Warnings: BDSM implied, read no further if you are squiky on such subjects. Real Person Slash – meaning this is based on real people here not the characters they act in movies.
A/N: Thanks to Caz for the beta, as always you’re wonderful.
Please let me know who you pictured when reading it. As always it’s interesting to know.
Hard; the world feels hard. Harsh, the words you utter to me seem harsh. I really don’t know if I can go on like this anymore. I’m sure life used to have meaning. I’m sure there used to be times when I laughed. It seems so far away now. All I have is you, you are my life. And my life is hard.
Hard; like the floor you threw me on last night. Harsh like the words you screamed at me last week when I was late home from the set. I know I have to go on, it’s just that you used to love me…and now I’m not too sure. Your world is hard.
Hard; the way you make me when you press yourself against me. I don’t know if you notice, don’t know if you care, you never satisfy me the way you get satisfied by me. Harsh, the blinding light when you take the blindfold off and the sunlight hits my eyes. I don’t know if you even notice me anymore. You used to say I was your world, but now my world is filled with you. And I hate it.
Hard; the way normal things become hard to do. Getting up in the morning, sleeping at night, getting through the day. Trying to act normal to my friends though I feel anything but normal inside. Harsh, the way you take me without noticing me, the way I get aroused by it even though I hate it. And then you don’t even notice that. I hate myself.
Hard; the feel of metal around my wrists, metallic taste in my mouth. Sometimes you leave me in the cuffs when you sleep, not noticing that I can’t. Harsh, the way I feel about myself when I stop saying ‘no’ and start saying ‘yes’. Betrayed by myself, betrayed by my own lips, just needing release. And you don’t even give me that. I hate my voice.
Hard; the sharpness of your mind, the way you see me trying to get out, to get away.
Harsh; the feel of your knuckles on my skin, bruises on top of others. I hate you.
Author: Nixxie
Title: Hard 1/1
Pairing: ?/?
Category: BDSM, Nasty mindplay!
Rating: NC17
Archive: Closer than brothers and anywhere that asks nicely!
E-mail address for feedback: nix@nixxe.co.uk
Disclaimers: well, there are no people this is based on, and no I had no one in mind when I wrote it either! It just ate at me till I wrote it down! (Pesky plot bunnies)
Brief Summary: Thoughts of someone stuck where they don’t want to be.
Warnings: BDSM implied, read no further if you are squiky on such subjects. Real Person Slash – meaning this is based on real people here not the characters they act in movies.
A/N: Thanks to Caz for the beta, as always you’re wonderful.
Please let me know who you pictured when reading it. As always it’s interesting to know.
Hard; the world feels hard. Harsh, the words you utter to me seem harsh. I really don’t know if I can go on like this anymore. I’m sure life used to have meaning. I’m sure there used to be times when I laughed. It seems so far away now. All I have is you, you are my life. And my life is hard.
Hard; like the floor you threw me on last night. Harsh like the words you screamed at me last week when I was late home from the set. I know I have to go on, it’s just that you used to love me…and now I’m not too sure. Your world is hard.
Hard; the way you make me when you press yourself against me. I don’t know if you notice, don’t know if you care, you never satisfy me the way you get satisfied by me. Harsh, the blinding light when you take the blindfold off and the sunlight hits my eyes. I don’t know if you even notice me anymore. You used to say I was your world, but now my world is filled with you. And I hate it.
Hard; the way normal things become hard to do. Getting up in the morning, sleeping at night, getting through the day. Trying to act normal to my friends though I feel anything but normal inside. Harsh, the way you take me without noticing me, the way I get aroused by it even though I hate it. And then you don’t even notice that. I hate myself.
Hard; the feel of metal around my wrists, metallic taste in my mouth. Sometimes you leave me in the cuffs when you sleep, not noticing that I can’t. Harsh, the way I feel about myself when I stop saying ‘no’ and start saying ‘yes’. Betrayed by myself, betrayed by my own lips, just needing release. And you don’t even give me that. I hate my voice.
Hard; the sharpness of your mind, the way you see me trying to get out, to get away.
Harsh; the feel of your knuckles on my skin, bruises on top of others. I hate you.
whew...
Did I mention that it's extremely good, and very evocative? Of course I was reading it with my own favorite sex toys plugged in, and it fit perfectly. But OUCH! I hope this isn't because you're having a bad time in the real world. I know I usually write the drak stuff when I'm happy, and I hope that's the case with you too.
thank you for sharing.
Quite!
I wrote this a few months back when I was going through a rough patch and it stirred all the memories back up, that wasn't me exactly, but based upon my thoughts of the past mingled in with other bits from my lurid imagination. You won't believe how much better I felt after I wrote it. like chasing out demons.
It's good to share!
And my drinks a nice large stiff one!
my pairing
Re: my pairing
Try reading it with Viggo as the sub and Orli as the Dom.
I love breaking stereotypes!