The Devil In Disguise

At those words her stomach twisted and fell out from under her. “I don’t have a sex life.” she confessed, because she couldn’t lie to him. She was happy he was paying attention to her still but going down this path, it made her feel sick. “I can’t even masterbate- I’ve tried but since Trip, he looked like the Old Spice guy and I used to masterbate to those commercials all the time but then he died and I started feeling sick instead of wet when I would watch them- then Will, he gave me my last orgasm. That was over two years ago. I haven’t had a fantasy or a wet dream since that didn’t end in- in Grant Ward’s dead face reminding me I promised to wait for him with Will’s voice-” And then she stopped talking on her own as she just bent over and threw up. 

"Oh what the fuck?” Seriously, now she was vomiting? Great. He was almost tempted to have her eat it, but he wasn’t exactly interested in going this route right now. He’s got a ton of other questions. I mean really, she’s got a kink for the old spice guy? Well, that’s a new one. 

“Okay, stop vomiting already. Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Seriously, this woman is a mess. And he thought he was a mess. Well, he was, but still. 

But apparently he has more kids? He seems to have a lot of those. The Purple children I get. That was a stupid plan to try and create a ‘real’ family. The purple daughter I get too, she’s the kid of the only woman Killgrave legitimately loved. 

But his son is... odd? Like, the idea that he wants to be killgrave is interesting, but they don’t really do much with it? Like the idea that Killgrave’s son kidnapped, tortures, and experiments on killgrave is fine, but he’s got the worst version of Killgrave’s abilities, and what he does with them is kinda... stupid? 

Like I’d be down for Killgrave and his son having like, a serial killer off where both of them try to out maneuver the other. Even better given Killgrave now wants to murder his son and all. Not that that takes much. 

“Right well, I work for SHIELD, I’m sure you’ve heard of it, we were very famous when the New York invasion happened and then more infamous when it turned out Hydra was still around and half of SHIELD was actually Hydra but I’m not- Hydra that is. We are rebuilding SHIELD, it’s slow work because every time it seems things are going well something horrible happens again- like a robot that looked like Daisy shooting a General in the head, that was really off putting for the world. Not that they knew it was a robot, if we could have convinced them but no of course they don’t listen. Last time we had official titles I was the Special Advisor to the Director In Science and Technology- Fitz said that made me Sadist… I didn’t like when he said that but I didn’t say anything because I understood he was really upset about the new Director and even though I was on his side I had to suck up to the Director to defend the core team from being totally torn apart. We’re like- well they’re like a family. I’m not really- I don’t think but they really think I’m their family but it’s alright I’ll defend them anyway. They all mean so much to me and are such good people.” At that point she finally paused to catch her breath.

Oh god can she talk. Admittedly, he told her to talk, but still. He didn’t think she’d talk about so much stuff that he couldn’t care any less about. He expected her to, he didn’t know, be important or know important things or just... be more useful than this. Maybe he wasn’t asking the right questions. But whatever the reason, she was giving him a headache. 

“Sounds like normal days to me. Stop talking.” Give him some breathing room. Now what should he do with her? Make her strip? Make her humiliate herself before him? Maybe make her kill and eat someone? No, all of that seemed... boring. A common issue these days. 

Emerald eyes narrowed as a look of complete disgust found a home on her face. Selina hated the fact that he was trying to compare what she did to what he did, humanize his actions in her eyes by comparing it to the heists she’d done most nights for the last fourteen years. They were not the same, Selina refused to believe they had anything in common. She wouldn’t be able to handle if they did.

Selina couldn’t tell if the man were setting up a new trap for her, or if he truly wanted her to ask questions. Maybe he was lonely? Maybe that’s why he used this horrible power, because no one wanted to have a conversation with him. 

‘ ask me what you really want to ask ‘

It was a struggle for Selina to do what he wanted, for the first time since she’d walked into the room. The reason being because she had so many questions she wanted to ask, so many she needed the answer for. She couldn’t tell which she wanted more. 

“Am I going to die?”

“That is a good question. And one I don’t have an answer for. Maybe I kill you, maybe I leave you alive, it all depends on whether or not I get bored of you early or not. At the moment, I’m not bored of you; so clearly, I have no reason to kill you. A cat doesn’t kill a rat, or it has nothing to play with, if I remember correctly.” 

eyes hood over, darkness encasing them. he’s NOT AMUSED at the other’s wit — nor is he particularly in the mood. (though truly, when is he ever?) his upper lip twitches, ❛ you done? ❜

Jemma was taken aback for a moment, she was happy, but at the same time very very confused. Just a moment ago she could have sworn this man wasn’t attractive- and nothing about him should be. He didn’t look anything like her type. Yet at the same time she felt herself attracted to him- deeply, and he was a villain? She didn’t like villains! But she was still happy!

“I’m Doctor Jemma Simmons.” She found slipping from her lips in a bright chirrpy way even as she felt she was drowning in contradictions. “Not a medical doctor, my doctorates are in the fields of biology and chemistry, no one ever wants to hear the titles of my thesis so I’ve stopped telling people- though I do have medical training and might as well be a doctor with the amount of medical work I’ve done.” She laughed and it was something between nervous confusion and pure joy. “Also I’ve started reading medical journals to be able to fulfill my duties as being in charge of everyone’s health- how exactly that happened I’m still not sure. Surely we could have got a doctor doctor- but that said it might be because I’m the closest thing to an expert in xeno-biology and the things we encounter are usually so out of the ordinary that a medical doctor would be lost. Still it would be nice to do more biochemistry research rather than bandage up bullet holes.” 

Well, he did ask her to talk. Another doctor like him then. How curious. Perhaps she’d be useful. Maybe he’d keep her around. “All very interesting. Tell me who you work for. and what you do. In as much detail as you can. You’re excited and thrilled to do so.” It was almost adorable watching someone try to grasp such chaotic emotions at once. Almost. Killgrave wasn’t good at adorable. Maybe he’d make her masterbate or something later. Maybe he’d make her prostrate herself before someone. Just something so he didn’t get attached to someone because she was useful. 

Her eyes rolled as he mocked her fantasy. “The fantasy is vanilla.. because my life certainly isn’t.” Once the words were out of her mouth, she wondered why she’d said them. He hadn’t asked, he hadn’t forced her to say any of that. Why share her true feelings with this monster?

Before she could answer her own question, though, he began speaking again. Her lips pressed together as she decided she probably shouldn’t speak unless he forced her to, she didn’t want to reveal too much so willingly. “Kyle.. Selina Kyle.” She spit out as she leaned forward again, hips gyrating as she let her end jiggle again. 

Eyelids squeezed shut as she tried to tell her body to quit moving, tried to believe that she was in charge of her own body, but the fight was futile. She was no match for the freak who was obviously enjoying what he was doing. When she opened her eyes, Selina hissed at the man who had invaded her personal space. She stared into his eyes, not worried that he might have more powers in them. He already had control over her, what else could he do?

“Do what you want.”

( not like she could stop him anyway )

Selina hadn’t heard of Zebediah whomever he was. but she was certainly going to do her research. If she ever got out of that house, if she were ever allowed to, if she were going to live out the rest of the night. Selina hated being at a disadvantage with an adversary, but it wasn’t as if she’d gone into the house blind. She’d planned, done her due diligence. She was a good thief. 

But wow was this some bad luck.

“Oh don’t be like that. Don’t enter the resignation phase so quickly. It’s boring when people just, accept what I’m doing. The fun is in the resistance. It’s like stealing something. Stealing things that are just sitting out is boring. The fun comes from the challenge. But you already know that. It’s why you’re here, because you know about the safe that they kept locked and hidden. Admittedly, I had them open it before you arrived and before I sent them off; not much I care about in there.” 

He laid back in his seat, looking her over again. “You know, you’re a strange one. I figured you’d demand more information from me, keep me from commanding you. You’re clearly smart enough to know that a man like me loves to talk.” Which he did. 

Jemma looked at this man a bit puzzled. There was something interesting about him, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He wasn’t attractive at all, not tall enough or symmetric, or muscular- but he had a striking sense of fashion. “But what is your name?”

“Zebediah Killgrave, the Purple Man. World class villain, socialite, and the most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’re overjoyed by my presence.” Laying it on thick as always, clearly. He couldn’t just introduce himself, no, he had to aggrandize himself constantly. 

Hairs from her arms and the back of her neck stood on end as she just changed her mind. One moment, she was angry and wouldn’t do a single thing he asked. The next moment, she wanted to tell him all about herself and shake her ass for him and whatever else he wanted. All he had to do was say the word, and she would hop to it. She knew it was wrong, she knew she didn’t want it, but she still complied with every request.

Her movements paused the second he told her to stop, her ass jiggling as she shook it for him. Her brows furrowed as she moved, knowing full well that she didn’t want to. That she should stop and tell him to fuck off. But still moving, as if her body wanted to please him while her mind fought tooth and nail. 

“Ca-” She began, but immediately corrected herself once he said he wanted her real name. “My name is Selina..” She told him through gritted teeth. She was strong enough to know she didn’t want to do it, but not strong enough to resist. “I am stealing from the owners of this house. My worst fear is-”

( no no no. don’t. )

“-losing myself to someone else. And my favorite sexual fantasy-”

( what the fuck? why am I saying this? )

“-is being fucked surrounded by money and jewels.”

Once the last bit was spit out, Selina brought her own hand to her mouth and bit down hard. The sensation allowed her to focus enough to stop shaking her behind and fall to her knees on the carpet. 

“Who are you?”

“A good question. I wonder if I’ll answer it. For the record though, I’ve made plenty of people get fucked on piles of money and treasure. Rather vanilla fantasy there, Selina.” 

Could he at least pretend to enjoy what he was making her do? Could he at least act like he was doing this for some kind of gratification, instead of looking at her with that smirk, like he was burning an ant with a magnifying glass? If he got sexually off on this, then maybe, just maybe it would be understandable, but he didn’t seem to care at all. He seemed to be doing it just because he’d clued in that she hated it. 

“In any case, tell me your last name too. Kind of need that. And of course, I suppose this would be your worst fear, unless you’re talking about losing yourself emotionally or romantically. I can do that too, but I don’t really care right now.” 

“Now, stop biting yourself, and go back to shaking your rear until I tell you to stop.” Killgrave stood, clearly amused by her attempt to break free, not that it would help her much. Resistance didn’t do people much good with him. The longer they were surrounded by him, the more powerful he became, and in a room like this she was basically soaking in the virus that gave him his powers. 

The Cat hadn’t been prepared for someone to be home. The couple who owned the townhouse were in Belize, she’d seen them board the plane! And yet, here she was standing in the same room with a stranger who didn’t necessarily seem unhappy to see her. Surprised, but almost excited about the entire situation. 

Her eyes scanned the entire room, settling for a moment on the half empty fifth resting next to his glass. She hoped that he was too wasted to really cause a stink, and if she managed to knock him out, he would think he imagined her entirely. All she had to do was get close enough to reach him. 

Before she could, however, something came over her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt in her entire life. It was as if she wanted to do what he asked. She bent forward, fingertips digging into the carpet as she moved forward. Her hips rolled from side to side, a purr rumbling in her chest. 

“How are you doing this to me?”

This almost, almost made him laugh. How wonderful it was that someone so amusing came right to him. “Does it matter? I mean, really, does it?” Probably not to him. All that mattered was the fun that he could have with her. 

“Alright, stop there. Shake your rear for me.” Not that he cared much about other people’s looks; hell he didn’t even seem to be enjoying this sexually. It was more like he was doing this because he knew she didn’t like it, because he enjoyed watching people squirm beneath his control, helpless and powerless to resist. 

@brightengale