Havoc (One-shots)

Welcome to yet another book of one-shots. Most of these will include Dommes, either straight or queer. I'll indicate what kind of story it is at the beginning of each chapter. I have more experience writing male characters, so please let me know if any of my descriptions of the female body are inaccurate or just plain cringey (will do my best not to use the words 'splooshy, gushy coochie').

Thank you, and enjoy.

x- Mal

Warnings/ kinks: woman x man, domme x sub, human x superhuman, begging, blindfolding, bondage, fluff, etc.

Description: Hendrix is a superhero. Known by the world as 'Aegis', he's considered to be powerful, fearless and practically perfect. He is loved by all and is regarded as a saint. Only one person knows who he really is, and that's his wife and Domme, Nia.

NIA'S P.O.V

It was a Saturday night, and I was seated on the couch in my husband and I's penthouse, biting my lip anxiously while watching the news. Thirty minutes ago, my husband had been beside me as we watched a movie together. But now he was on the television screen. The headline below was in a large, black font on top of a red background:

AEGIS HOLDS UP BRIDGE, ALLOWING CIVILIANS TO ESCAPE

I sat upright as the camera zoomed in on Hendrix, aka Aegis. They were getting a view of him from above, probably filming this from a helicopter or drone. Hendrix was floating as he held the bridge above him, stopping it from collapsing into the river below while people fled the scene, assisted by firefighters and police.

It was the biggest bridge in the city, so there were a lot of people there who needed to evacuate. Hendrix had already been holding his position for half an hour, and everyone was almost gone now, but it was taking longer than expected to get the last few out. Probably because some were injured and needed to be carefully placed on stretchers before they could be moved.

The camera zoomed in further, giving me a better look at Hendrix's face. He had a black mask around his eye area, and his expression was as calm as ever. At a first glance, you'd almost think that he barely noticed the weight of the bridge. But I knew my husband well, and I could tell from the slightest twitch of his brow that he was struggling. His muscles strained under his black suit, but he didn't budge, and he didn't dare to let his composed expression slip.

If he showed any sign of weakness, everyone would panic. He had to be strong. He had to push through it.

"You've got this," I whispered, fiddling with my engagement ring and wedding band, trying to remind myself that he had been through far worse than a falling bridge.

He'd be fine.

After about five more minutes, everyone was off the bridge. The firefighters honked their horns, giving Hendrix the signal that it was okay to let go. He flew out from under the bridge, and it snapped at the point he'd been holding it, falling into the river.

The camera zoomed out to show him flying over to the people he'd rescued. They all surrounded him, shouting his superhero name and cheering his praises.

The headline changed.

AEGIS SAVES HUNDREDS FROM FALLING BRIDGE

I let out a breath of relief, smiling to myself.

He'd be home soon, and then it would be his turn to be taken care of.

He flew onto the balcony and entered in through the living room window like usual. I rushed over to him, and he embraced me immediately. I hugged him close, standing on my toes while he lowered his head to bury his face in the crook of my neck.

"Nia," he exhaled my name, his voice soft and tired.

"You did a wonderful job," I whispered, rubbing his back with my right hand while my left hand ran through his soft, dark hair. "I'm so proud of you, Hendrix. So proud."

He melted against me as his arms wrapped around my waist a little tighter, holding me closer for a moment before he pulled back so I could see his face. I reached up slowly and removed his mask so I could take in the sight of him properly. His eyes, blue like the sky, were full of love and longing.

A longing to let go of his responsibilities. To be vulnerable. To be small.

"I need you," he whispered, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his face again. I dropped the mask, cupping his cheek. Hendrix nuzzled my palm and looked down at me with a desperate expression. "I need you, Nia."

My heart squeezed in my chest. I nodded.

I took his hand in mine and led him to our room. Once we got there, I shut the door and turned to him. "I want you naked on the bed. Lying on your back."

"Yes, Nia," he whispered, his tone submissive.

I shivered at the sound and went to the closet where we kept our toys. I knew exactly what he needed, and I was looking forward to giving it to him.

HENDRIX'S P.O.V

I always had the world's expectations on my shoulders. I was the hero, the one they could call upon for anything, the one they looked up to. And then there was Nia. She was my everything. The only person who had let me be whatever I wanted. Whenever I was around her, I could let go of it all.

I loved her beyond comprehension.

I lay on the bed obediently and waited for her as she rummaged around our closet. She returned after a moment, and a shiver of excitement ran through me when I saw the objects in her hands: a length of black rope and a blindfold.

She ran her gaze over my bare body, letting her dark eyes linger on my erection, before she approached me. I held my breath as she moved to straddle me, and I raised my arms, letting her tie my wrists together before she bound me to the bars of the headboard.

I could easily use my super strength to break free, but I enjoyed surrendering to her. Our relationship in bed involved me willingly setting aside the persona that was Aegis. In here, I was just Hendrix: a man and a sub who was more than happy to be left at the mercy of his gorgeous wife.

"Comfortable?" she asked once she was done tying the rope.

I nodded, "Yes."

She smiled, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight. She then picked up the blindfold, and an involuntary whine slipped past my lips.

"I want to see you..."

"You will," she promised. "This is just for the beginning."

I nodded, and raised my head slightly so she could pull the blindfold over my eyes.

"No using your x-ray vision," she warned. "I'll be able to tell if you do, and you won't like the punishment I'll give."

"Yes, Nia," I responded, obediently refraining from using my x-ray vision even though I wanted so desperately to see her.

"Good boy," she praised, and I melted against the sheets.

A short moment passed where she didn't do anything. I shifted nervously, waiting for her to make a move. Finally, I felt the warmth of her breath against my thigh. I groaned, my skin erupting in goosebumps as she proceeded to lick along my inner thigh to my balls.

"Fuck," I breathed, "Nia..."

"Does that feel good?" she teased.

"Yes," I whined, "It f-feels so good."

"Want more?"

I nodded eagerly. "Please."

She gave it to me, taking me into her warm, perfect mouth. I longed to see her pretty lips wrapped around my cock, but being blindfolded made the sensations that much more intense. The drag of her tongue along the underside of my penis, the way she suckled on the tip, her hand moving along my base... It all felt so damn good.

Nia always knew what I needed and always knew exactly how to give it to me.

I lay writhing and moaning as she used her mouth on me. The room was filled with obscene, wet noises and the sounds of my pleasure.

"Oh, god," I grunted, feeling my wife's hand fondling my balls while she slurped loudly around my dick. "Shit... N-Nia... Ngh..."

I'm going to die.

It feels so good.

I'm going to die.

It feels so good...

"Ah, ah, ah," she tutted, making me whimper as she pulled away abruptly right when I was on the edge. "Not yet, Hendrix. Don't you want to finish in my pussy?"

"Yes," I nodded eagerly.

"Yes, what?" she teased.

"I want to finish in your pussy," I said shamelessly, more than happy to beg for her. "I need it. I need it so bad, Nia. Please... P-Please, say I can. Please, let me fuck you. Please?"

She hummed in approval, and I heard her shuffling around. A moment later, she removed the blindfold from my face. My eyes widened, breath hitching when I saw that she was now naked.

"Nia," I whispered, completely enamoured by her beauty.

She looked angelic above me with her large afro like a halo, her skin glowing under the room's dim lighting and every inch of her bare to me. I let my gaze roam down from her gorgeous eyes to her full lips and even further, tracing over her breasts to the dip of her waist, her wide hips and the slice of heaven between her thighs.

"I love the way you look at me," she smiled.

"I look at you like this because you're stunning," I responded.

Her smile widened and she leaned down to kiss me. I moaned against her mouth while she adjusted herself, raising herself before she took a hold of my dick and positioned it against her core.

We both moaned into the kiss as she started to take me. She was so warm and wet, I thought I might not be able to last. By the time she'd taken all of me, my breathing was slightly ragged and I felt a little dizzy. Only she could make me feel weaker than I did when I was holding up a crumbling bridge.

"Feels so good," she murmured, moving her hips slowly. "You always feel so good inside me, Hendrix. So filling..."

My heart fluttered at the praise and I groaned as she began to move a little faster.

Having her hands on my chest and feeling the rings on her finger against my skin, I was reminded of how lucky I was. I loved her so much and she looked so gorgeous as she took what she wanted, riding me for all I was worth until my mind was a mess and the only coherent thing was the feeling of her and her name on my tongue.

"Nia," I maoned like a broken tape, submitting entirely. "Nia. F-Fuck... Oh, Nia... My love..."

"Are you close?" she asked softly while her walls clenched around me.

I nodded, "I'm sorry. I c-can't hold it back."

"It's okay," she reassured me. "Cum for me. Cum inside me."

I shuddered, her simple command tipping me over the edge. "Nia!"

I couldn't hold myself back. I broke free from the rope, my hands moving to grab her hips as my body floated for a moment. Nia, being used to this, continued to ride me through my high. She reached her climax then and I gasped, feeling her walls trembling around me, draining me dry. Once we were completely spent, I descended back onto the sheets.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her properly, hugging her close to me. She hugged me back, and I nuzzled her neck while she pressed kisses against my head, telling me how good I was, how proud she was and how much she loved me.

She was my everything.

My saviour.

My angel.