The thing was, you had made a deal, hadn’t you?
You would help him with his… problem – and he would take you somewhere safe, without infecting you with his virus. But you’d been so caught up in remembering exactly who Error was and the fact you were his captive, not his friend, that you hadn’t even bothered to press for what his problem was.
And now, here you were, absolutely sure that his ‘problem’ was the hot press of whatever it was inside his shorts, stiff against your thighs.
* no longer just a smut fic, this is a story in the making that is in no way something meant to make you squirm with unbridled joy, but with confusion and confliction. this story entails your troubled journey through the multiverse under constant threat of being nothing less than a plaything for those much more powerful than you could ever hope to be - be prepaired for something that isn't meant to only delight, but instead detain and capture your attention in so many delightfully disturbing ways.
AS OF 4/28/2019, REWRITTING OLD CHAPTERS BEFORE UPDATING: 1 / 4
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30 Jun 2016