Drabbletag - Violence
Title: Sweet Savagery
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Violence
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Nebula/Gamora
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy, incest, roughplay, fisting
This is the only thing that matters. Bloodlust and anger, teeth in her bottom lip and bruises on her skin. The passion, the violence, they’re one and the same, the only indulgence Nebula will allow herself, the only indulgence she needs.
Fighting turned to fucking turned to fighting, and Nebula hisses, lashes out, pushes Gamora away and drags her in tight. Naked skin pressed together, and Gamora smirks against her mouth, metallic taste on her tongue.
This is Nebula’s vice, her virtue, her religion written across Gamora’s body in the shape of her knuckles and her teeth.
They grind together, wet and slick, Nebula’s inner thighs drenched with sex and her mind blessedly clear. She pins Gamora, hands sliding where the effort has made them both sweat, pushes Gamora’s knees up to her chest. Spreads her wide, and Gamora tosses her hair and glares darkly at her in challenge.
Nebula does not take it slow. There is no need. Gamora opens to her, as ready and familiar as ever, her insides so soft and hot compared to the cool and hard expressions she wears like armour. Three fingers, four, and tonight Nebula will give Gamora her whole fist, will fuck her hard and deep, feeling the clench of muscles, savouring the edge to Gamora’s breathing.
It is their language, shared and secret, this viciousness and the pleasure that comes from it. Nebula has nothing but rage within her, but with Gamora that fury becomes a thing of beauty and desire.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Violence
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Nebula/Gamora
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Character spoilers for Guardians Of The Galaxy, incest, roughplay, fisting
This is the only thing that matters. Bloodlust and anger, teeth in her bottom lip and bruises on her skin. The passion, the violence, they’re one and the same, the only indulgence Nebula will allow herself, the only indulgence she needs.
Fighting turned to fucking turned to fighting, and Nebula hisses, lashes out, pushes Gamora away and drags her in tight. Naked skin pressed together, and Gamora smirks against her mouth, metallic taste on her tongue.
This is Nebula’s vice, her virtue, her religion written across Gamora’s body in the shape of her knuckles and her teeth.
They grind together, wet and slick, Nebula’s inner thighs drenched with sex and her mind blessedly clear. She pins Gamora, hands sliding where the effort has made them both sweat, pushes Gamora’s knees up to her chest. Spreads her wide, and Gamora tosses her hair and glares darkly at her in challenge.
Nebula does not take it slow. There is no need. Gamora opens to her, as ready and familiar as ever, her insides so soft and hot compared to the cool and hard expressions she wears like armour. Three fingers, four, and tonight Nebula will give Gamora her whole fist, will fuck her hard and deep, feeling the clench of muscles, savouring the edge to Gamora’s breathing.
It is their language, shared and secret, this viciousness and the pleasure that comes from it. Nebula has nothing but rage within her, but with Gamora that fury becomes a thing of beauty and desire.