I can barely move. My wrists bound to the bed with sheepskin lined leather braces. Though I can't see them, I know my ankles are strapped down just the same. I'm trying to struggle to free myself but only manage to have the restraints clamp down tighter until the point where my circulation is beginning to be cut off ( Read more... )

This is set during our Beauty and the Beast verseCandice doesn’t know how she got Sylar like this. His wrists are bound to the headboard but she can tell by the lustful gleam in his eyes that he likes it even if his mouth is protesting otherwise ( Read more... )

The moment I see the good Senator Petrelli on the television screen in our latest hotel room, my stomach lurches. There he is, white teeth gleaming with his ever present fake ass smile plastered to his face. I remember that grin, thinking he's so fucking charming. He has the entire world snowed, going in hook, line and sinker with his perfect ( Read more... )

Candice and Sylar in a bar with rednecks. This should end well

Warning! This fic contains both graphic violence and graphic sex. No cute fuzzy bunnies were hurt in the making of this story but the plot werewolves had a field day!

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I regard the shot glass in front of me wondering just how we ended up here. Sylar and I are in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt, in a dirty ratty bar, miles away from our latest prey ( Read more... )