EroticReverie

Jinx

The shirt fits me tight. Just like the rest of the devils, it clings to my body, with my lo my sleeved thin black sweater beneath it. 

Butcher and are standing in something like a supply room as he fastens a tactical vest around me. Each little jerk of him tightening it to my chest has my body shaking. 

“Take it easy” I huff as he jerks it tighter where it adjusts. 

“Youre so fucking tiny” he growls. 

“Maybe you’re just big Butcher” I say. “Maybe I’m the perfect size and you’re the one whose height is the problem” I say and I can’t see his face but I know he’s smiling because I hear a soft quiet huff of a laugh behind the mask. 

“You are indeed, the perfect fucking size” he says but there’s no amusement, just his deep dark voice laced with sexual undertones that have my toes curling in my sneakers. 

“You like me being big.” He says and I huff and roll my eyes. 

But don’t I? Isn’t that part of the reason I couldn’t resist crawling up beside him when he’d open his big ass arm for me to lay in? He was a psycho, but he was a big one and I somehow felt threatened yet safe at the same time and would have to purchase a psychology book as soon as I got out of here to figure out what the hell my problem was. 

As he finishes putting me into the vest he leans down and I feel the mask against my cheek and hear his low voice in my ear. 

“Make sure you warn that little cunt of yours of just how big I am , Mouse” he says and I suck in a breath. 

“You said I wasn’t being hunted anymore. That the rules changed” I exhale as he moves a hand right to my ass and squeezes it. It’s obscene how tiny I feel anytime this man touches me. 

“You’re not being hunted. I’ve already caught you mouse.” He whispers. 

“I don’t see you running. So there’s no need hunt you.” He says and slaps my ass and I yelp because it still was better slightly burning from the spankings he’d given me upstairs. 

“Th-thank you” I say. Not knowing if I’m supposed to thank him each time he decides he wants to spank me. 

He groans with a little chuckle. 

“Youre welcome Mouse” he says and I just blink up at him as he pulls back. 

“Mmm” he hums. “You look fucking hot.” 

I look down at the fucking vest , my shirt he had made. My long sleeves. My black leggings. My black sneakers. 

“I do?” I ask. Because I was completely covered head to toe and he was saying it like I was naked. 

“Mhm” he hums and then grabs the sides of the vest by the armpits and yanks me forward with annoying ease. Like a fucking rag doll he slams me right against him and I yelp. 

“Stop doing that!” I snip and he chuckles and then shakes his head at me. 

“You sexy little bitch” he growls and then I yelp again as he grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor and I’m hoisted up, my legs around his middle as he brings my face right to level with his mask and my heart beats fast. Out of fear and something I’m far too much of a wimp to admit for how fucked up it makes me feel. Yeah. I liked him being big. I liked the control he had over me, whether it was meant as a threat or not, I liked that feeling of helplessness just a little bit too much when it came to him. 

“Youre going to look so pretty when you’re bouncing on my cock as, Mouse” he groans and I breathe quicker and just stare at his mask. 

“I don’t want to have sex with you Butcher” I say. Hoping this little rule change can work more in favor. Even though i know I’m stupid for thinking it will. 

“Well that’s a shame, you’d enjoy it a lot more when I sink my cock into you , if you did” he says and hoists me a tiny bit higher and then he’s bouncing me down and back up and I’m nowhere near his lap due to the height difference. My legs around his torso. My hands on his big ass fucking shoulders. 

“Pretty little fucking mouse” he groans still bouncing me as if he’s trying to picture me riding him. I feel my ponytail bouncing. My nails dig into the thick shoulders of his own tactical vest as I try to ignore the fact I’m getting wet and that him bouncing me like I weight nothing is making me incredibly horny and fuck, I whimper and he chuckles. 

“Sounds like you DO want to have sex with me Mouse” he taunts as he then sets me down. 

“Shut up” I hiss and shove at his stomach which makes him laugh when it doesn’t budge him a single fucking bit. 

He turns and grabs something from another shelf. Then walks back to me and I watch him hold out a knife. I step back. 

“This isn’t for you. Well.  It is. But not for you, THAT way Mouse. If I make you bleed it will be with my own knife.” He says. 

I shudder a nervous breath. 

“You…plan on making me bleed?” I ask. 

“I’d love to. Whether or not I will, is undecided.” he says and I gulp. It’s loud and audible, almost comical if I wasn’t feeling the pressure of my bladder threatening to wet my pants again. 

“Um” I say nervously. “You, ask me upstairs when I wanted, and I’d like to um, not bleed.” I say and Butcher laughs softly. 

“Hmm. I’ll take it into consideration.” He says and I look up at him. 

“Be nice.” I say softly and he groans. 

“Put those pretty puppy dog eyes away. You fucking brat. Those won’t work on me.” He says. 

“I think they work a little” I shrug. I don’t know why I’m being playful with him. When I know certain things can piss him off at the drop of a hat. That there’s certain lines he won’t let me cross when talking back to him. Yet I haven’t figured them out entirely. 

He just hums and then lifts the knife. 

He presses a release mechanism, and I let out a little squeak and jump back as the blade flies open and points towards me.  

The I watch as his thumb sweeps up and drags the blade back into place and it clicks. He repeats it. Then turns his palm up with the blade closed in his hands 

“Um, what do you want me to do with it?” I ask. 

“Show me that you know how to use it.” He says and his hand extends out closer and I lift my hand. Once I curl my fingers around it , it goes from looking like a child size knife in his big fucking palm, to looking like normal sized knife in my own. 

“Mmm, open it Mouse” he hums and I know the hum is him being turned on that I’m standing there with a weapon in my hand.

“Youre awfully trusting that I won’t stab you.” I say. 

“Think you already had that chance and you didn’t take it.” He reminds me and I scowl at him. 

“Well maybe I changed my mind” I say and press the little release and it flicks open. And I hate that he made it look so easy and I had to press it damn hard in order to get it flick outward.

“If you insist on making my cock hard Jinx, then by all means, go ahead and do it , precious.” He says and steps right to the point of the blade. It pushes against the vest which is hard. I’d never stab him through it. He could let me try all I want. It’s too thick. He lifts his hand to mine and drags it down and I suck in a breath and go to pull  my hand back and his lowers it right to his lap. The point of the knife right at his zipper. His large hand on my worst doesn’t allow me to pull back though. 

“Go ahead little Mouse, do you want to hurt me and turn me on?” He groans and I shake my head several times and look up at him. 

“You want me to stab you in the dick?” I ask completely dumbfounded by the things this man is turned on by. 

“Sure. Why not. I’d love to make you suck it while it bleeds.” He says and I exhale harshly. 

“Youre insane” I say , still shaking my head. 

“Or maybe I just know my little mouse has her limits and wouldn’t hurt me. Either because she knows what I can do to her in return is far worse, or because she’s fond of me.” He says with a bit of amusement. “Maybe it’s both” he adds. 

“It’s neither, I don’t go around hurting people” I say. 

“Mmm, but you will. Because we’re going to punish your friends. And you little Mouse, are going to help. Not just watch. But help.” He says and I tremble. 

“I can’t” I say. Because I was totally down for becoming a hunter. But not actually hurting my friends. Did I want to watch them pay for what they did? Yes. Did I want to be the one to do it? No. 

“Yes you can. Because they deserve it.” He says and I swallow. 

“Close the knife.” He says and I have to use my other hand to drive the blade back into place. 

He points to the little slim pocket on the vest near my side. 

“That goes here.” He says and I nod and lift it and put it where I’m instructed. 

He goes to the shelf and grabs and identical knife and hands it to me. 

“Two?” I ask. 

“Yes Precious, two.” He says and exhale. Trying to not worry about the fact he’s called me precious twice now and both times my stupid little brain said “that’s so cute”.  Cute? This man was not fucking cute. He was deadly.  Do I think he’s killed anyone? No. But also, maybe? And I was being charmed by him calling my precious. God I was pathetic. 

I slip the second knife into the other thin pocket that he points out on the other side. 

“Would you like a gun?” He asks 

“WHAT?!” I screech and my eyes go wide and I’m immediately met with deep laughter. 

“I’m not giving you a gun Mouse.” He says and I exhale. 

“Good.” I huff and he laughs and then steps closer and slides his finger under my chin and lifts my head. 

“Even though you’d look sexy as hell with one , I can’t worry about you accidentally shooting your pretty little feet off.” 

“It’s just my feet you’re worried about?” I ask with a huff. 

“They’re nice little feet.” He says and drops his hand and I roll my eyes. 

“Turn around.” He says and I eye him for a moment. Apparently too long. 

“Turn the fuck around Mouse” he growls and I scowl and turn. 

“Geeze okay” i mumble. 

“What are you doing?” I ask as he pulls out my ponytail. 

“Your hair.” He says. 

“What’s wrong with it?” I ask as I feel him start to comb my hair with his fingers and feel my scalp tingle and my nipples tighten. Shit. 

“I don’t want anyone grabbing you by it.” He says and then I feel his fingers start to part it. 

“Are you…braiding my hair?” I ask. 

“Yes.” He says and I just stand there. 

“Oh.” I say and chew my lip as I look around the supply room and feed him pull my hair as he starts to braid it. It starts up high. 

“Are you, French braiding?” I ask. 

“Jinx.” He says as his fingers keep working. 

“Huh?” I ask as my head goes to turn but his large hand palms the top of my head. 

“Shut up and stay still” he says and I frown.

“You’re not being nice.” I mutter.

“Im currently braiding your hair so you don’t get your hair ripped out of your head while also refraining from ripping your little leggings open and sticking my dick inside your cute tight virgin cunt and pounding your little pussy up against the wall , Mouse.” He says and I tense and my breath catches. 

“So yes. I am being NICE.” He growls. 

“You could be nice-r” I say. And he groans. 

“Mouse.” He snarls as I feel him start to work the other side of my head. 

“Butcher.” I say. 

“Stop.” He growls. 

I feel a little smile on my lips. 

“Aye aye” I say lifting one hand and saluting the air. He heaved a large sigh and his hands pause. 

He mumbled something that I truly can’t make out. 

“What was that Butcher?” I ask. 

“Just Shut up or you’re going to get fucked Jinx.” He threatens and I bite my lips shut. It’s not what he said but I take the threat and shut my mouth because I don’t know how far I can push him before he actually carries out the threat. 

I feel him tie off both ends of my hair and then feel his big ass hands smooth down over the two braids he made and then give them a little yank that makes my head jerk back. 

“Ow” I whine and then grab my head and then he spins me around and I glare up at him. 

“Uncalled for.” I say and he just stares at me silently. 

I drop my hands from my head. The silence making me uncomfortable. 

“Youre going to fucking ruin me.” He sighs. 

I just stand there. Blinking up at him. 

“Pretty sure I’m not capable of-“

“Shut the fuck up , little Mouse” he says and I freeze my mouth and then shut it. 

He reaches to the shelf where he put the small devils mask and then hands it to me. 

“Suit up.” He says and I take it and lift it up and then pulls me it down over my head and he grumbles. 

“I hate it.” He says. 

“What’s wrong with it?” I ask. 

“I can’t see your fucking face.” He grumbles.

“Yeah. Masks tend to-“

“Dont be a smart ass or I’m going to blister the one you’ve got.” He growls. 

I shut up. Again. 

“This right here” he says and lifts his hands and grabs mine and brings it to the mask. He makes my fingers slide into the inside of the mask and I feel small little buttons. 

“This is your night vision.” He says then slides my fingers to the next at the middle. 

“This is your thermal.” he says and then slide my finger to the third button. 

“This is what you’re currently on” he says. I nod silently. 

“There’s a button up here” he says and slides my fingers back over and below the ear. 

“This is for comms. Don’t use them unless necessary. It will get you to any of the surveillance. Whichever surveillance room you’re closest to will respond. And this one….” He says moving my finger to the next button a little smaller and pointier. 

“This will get you everyone. Don’t use that. Unless you have to.” He says and I nod again. 

“You’ll be with me. You won’t need them anyways. Just remember the vision ones.” He says. 

I nod again. 

“Which one is thermal , mouse?” He asks and slide my finger to the middle of the mask. 

“Good girl, and basic vision?” He says and I feel a traitorous pitter patter in my chest as he calls me a good girl without it being sexual. 

I slide my finger to third button he showed me.

“Good, and thermal?” He says. Testing me. I move my finger back to the middle. 

“Mhm. Night vision?” He asks and I slide my finger to the first. 

“Absolutely. Very good , Mouse” he says and I feel like a fucking little puppy being trained to sit and lay and shake paws. If I had a god damn tail it would be wagging right now. 

“You’ll probably prefer night vision. Which is….” He trails off and waits and I realize he wants me to show him which button it is. So I point and he nods. 

“Correct. Night vision will allow you to see everything. Thermal only shows you heat detection.” He says and I don’t tell him I know that. But only because he’s not saying it like I’m stupid. He’s saying it as a teacher. 

“If for some reason you get lost. Use the comms. Tell whoever it is that answers. And I’ll come get you. Okay?” He says. 

“Wait, I’m going by myself?” I ask in a panic. 

“No precious, you’ll be with me.” He says with what I’m sure is a smile behind his mask. I exhale and nod. 

“But just incase.” He says. “And what button do you press for comms with surveillance?” He ask and slip my finger up. 

“The chubby button” I say and his chest shakes slightly. 

“Yes Mouse. The chubby button.” He says and then brings his hands back to my vest and grabs it again by the armpits and tugs me closer. This time is gentle and careful and my feet move closer as I crave my neck to look up at him. 

“One more thing Mouse” he says.

“What?” I ask and he lifts his mask just slightly. Just enough to expose his mouth as he also lifts mine and I gasp at the sight of a chiseled jaw and dark scruff and the sexiest mouth and smirk I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And perfect white teeth as his lips part as he speaks.

“Give me a kiss , precious” he says , dipping down eight billion feet to reach me and my fucking feet push up. They fucking push up as my hands grabs his sides as I willingly and dumbly kiss that mouth without a single bit of hesitation.