#&*' jackson rippner / muse.

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

BABY GIRL

Pairing - Jackson Rippner x fem!reader

Summary - Jackson likes to keep you doped up for both of your safety.

Warnings - Non-con, dub-con, drugging, manipulation, degrading, p in v, edging.

Word count - 1.9k+

Notes - Guess who wanted to work on one of her WIP's but decided to watch Red Eye and just had to write another one about my favourite boy.

You laid on the bed, completely naked against his body, he only wore his boxers, your left leg draped over his hips, his hand slowly caressing your back as your face was pressed up against his lean bare chest. 

The audio of the television was muffled, your sight blurred as you slowly breathed in and out. The sheets were hardly covering your flesh, but you were too dazed to pay attention to it. The sensation of his large fingers caressing your tender skin was enough to earn gentle moans from your soft lips. His cold blue eyes watched you like a hawk. Almost skeptical that you would commence a ploy against him, despite your doped state. 

Jackson Rippner was fascinated by you. The moment he saw you, he knew that you would be his. It was unfortunate with the circumstances you met under. Star crossed lovers in his opinion, a bit of a spiced uniqueness to your relationship.  

You were assigned to investigate him for terrorism. Many times you were warned about your high levels of ambition, your eagerness put you in danger. But you were always too stubborn to listen to your superiors. 

“Jackson” you murmured against his chest, almost drooling. He sighed lightly, his hand rubbing circles around your lower back. 

“Yes baby?” He asked softly, there was silence for a brief moment. Jackson waited patiently for you to respond as you raised your heavy head. 

“Are you going to keep me drugged up forever” you slowly questioned, your eyes ached to stay open, your thoughts blurred with sweet nothings. 

There was this blank, emotionless stare from him. As he was questioning himself, he really did wonder what he’d do with you in the long run. The thought of him keeping you mindless for the rest of your days made the blood rush to his cock. Only being mentally capable to muse the thought of him touching, fucking, loving you. 

But then he also wanted to take you out for an expensive dinner, vacate at a ski resort, hold you from behind as you cook him a loving homemade meal. Jackson never considered himself a romantic, but different people create a better you. The idea of having a life as one together made his heart flutter. 

“No baby girl” he answered eventually. 

“When will you stop” you breathed out, a small smile on your lips, a thread of hope. There was a small grin on his lips as his hands gently rubbed your hips. 

“When I know you’ll be a good girl for me” Jackson mocked, pulling you completely over his hips to saddle him. 

“I am a good girl” you countered, your head felt heavy yet your thoughts light. 

“Because you’re drugged up” he laughed softly, his large hand caressing your cheek as your face fell limp on him. 

“Touché” you snorted and he patted your cheek a couple of times. Sluggestly, you lifted your head back up, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Please sir, I promise to be good” you assured, but your small smile was all so devilish. 

That title always got the blood flowing to his cock. You could already feel his size growing underneath you. 

“Really? You cross your heart, hope to die, type of promise?” Jackson razzed, flashing you a toothy grin as his fingers slowly moved closer to your core.

“Yes sir” you promised, batting your eyes towards him. 

“Oh baby girl, how can I be so sure?” He toyed, titling his head to you. 

The scratches on his face were faint. Whenever he sobered you up, you were quick to get in every shot you could at him. However, you were foolish not to carefully plan out your scheme to escape, or as you preferred to do, attempting to kill him. 

“Because I love you cock Jacky” you moaned, his fingers toying with your clit. 

Within a blink, Jackson had flipped you onto your back. Holding your throat down against the mattress and huffing, flaring his teeth at you. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, his thumb rubbing over your chin.  

“You hate being called Jacky” you choked out, but you were still grinning at him. 

“And I thought you wanted to be a good girl” he pouted to you. 

“I do” you almost sang, coughing at the restriction to your throat. 

“Fix your mistake then” Jackson ordered calmly. 

“Because I love your cock, sir” you choked out, emphasizing the correction. With the release of your throat, Jackson sighed. 

“That’s a good whore” Jacksont grinned at you, flexing his hips forward. You pouted to him. “My good whore” he corrected himself, dropping his lips onto your neck.

It was pointless, trying to deny the sensation Jackson always brought over your body. It was too much effort to try to hide the pleasure he always bathed you in. 

This is where you belonged, underneath him, figuratively and literally. 

In small circular motions, his tongue swished over your heated skin, his hands ran slowly up and down your torso, his fingers playfully scratching at your nerves, his stubble tickled you. Your arms gradually enveloped around his back, your fingernails scraping at his skin lightly. 

“I’ll always take care of you baby girl. You know that right?” Jackson asked as he pushed his boxers down enough to free his throbbing length. 

“Yes, Jackson” you breathed out, laying your head back carelessly. 

“Could have gotten you killed, interfering with my business, like a little fucking brat. But I saved you…” Jackson grinned as he lined himself up with your gushing entrance.  

“No Jackson” you shook your head, moaning out softly as he gently pushed himself inside of you. 

“Who are you lying to?” Jackson snorted as he rested himself completely inside of our canal.

“This isn’t living” you countered, your hands rising up to the back of his neck, your legs raising up to your hips in unison.

Jackson couldn’t help but to laugh as his hips snapped back and forward. His lower lip was stuck in between his teeth as he searched for the perfect pace and speed.

“For someone who is constantly high, you sure as hell are conscious” he remarked, his hands holding onto your sides.

“I was always smarter than you” you murmured, biting onto your lower lip. 

Jackson laughed gently as his teeth nipped at your earlobe. 

“Yet look at where you are now. Be my good girl, I want to spoil you rotten. Don’t you want those things?” He toyed, his fingers rubbing your sensitive bud. 

“Yes Jackson” you answered emotionlessly. 

Most of the time it was easier to give him what he wanted, your complete submission. You were always so weak, tired, feeling out of body. The effect his touch had on your body was the biggest punishment. If you weren’t always so high, you’d be heavily humiliated with how badly you craved him. The control he had over your body was frightening, he was your puppeteer, always pulling on your strings despite how desperately you tried to cut yourself free. 

“I want to give you the world” he professed as he found the perfect rhythm to fuck you to. 

“I want to kill you” you whined out, face twitching as the high stimulation took over full steam ahead.

“No you don’t, you could never do such a thing” he mumbled, his hands pinning yours above your head. 

“But I’ve tried” you groaned as he hit your cervix. 

“And that’s okay” he assured you, kissing you in a sloppy manner as if to comfort your distressed thoughts. “You’re learning to be my good girl, yeah?” Jackson asked, teasing your bundle of nerves as he kept your pleasure swimming by the edge. 

“Yes Jackson” you shamefully admitted, your eyes swelled with tears as his thrusts became more painful. 

His mouth fell open into a large smirk at the sight of you crying. It was one of his favorite looks of yours. Over mere seconds, your tears formed into a stream as you sobbed underneath him. The clarity of your predicament washed over you once more. 

“Yeah, you’re so fucking pathetic. Acting like a tough, stuck up bitch. But you’re nothing but a little whore for cock, my cock to be precise” he grunted, feeling your walls clench around his throbbing size.

The sounds of your troubled moans always felt like a melody to him. The mixture between your logical and sensual thoughts left you in shame. Jackson kissed you deeply, your mouth was wide open but you refused to kiss him back. The taste of your tears made him growl like a wolf.

“Fuck, your director would be so disappointed in you. Everyone thinks you’re fucking dead. So get the stupid thoughts of breaking free out of that little mind of yours” he sneered, his free hand holding your chin in place as you tried to turn your head to the side. 

“Stop talking Jackson” you whimpered, desperately trying to focus on the pleasure and not his taunting words. 

“No one is looking for you. I have no tails, nobody cares about me. Only you did, you felt it too from the beginning, just like I did, our connection” he grinned as his balls slapped against your entrance. 

“Shut up Jackson” you whined as you felt your climax build. 

But Jackson loved watching you cry. It was amusing to watch your emotional strength crash, it was pleasing to look at your humiliation. A wonderful reminder of how reliable you are on him. Jackson loved to pull your strings around, to keep you on your hands and knees as he yanked you across the dirt. 

“Bet you wanted me to steal you away from your useless life. Now your biggest stress is wondering how many times you’ll get to squeeze my cock each day” he moaned out, kissing your tears away. 

“Shut the fuck up Jackson!” You screamed out as loud as you could, your weak body thrashed under him but it quickly left you exhausted. 

“Someone’s getting sober” Jackson pointed out with a grin, holding you down effortlessly. “Might just keep you tied up instead, I like your screams” he winked to you. 

“Please stop, please, please” you begged repetitively as he continued to fuck you senselessly. 

“Then tell me what I want to hear” he sighed, his hand combing back his damp hair from the sweat that trailed down his forehead.

“N-no” you shook your head, you could feel him twitch rapidly inside of you.  

You knew exactly what he wanted you to say. It was the thing you hated doing most. He always wanted you to say it when you were so close to finishing. 

“Please” he toyed, playfully begging you as he kept your built orgasm dangling from the edge.  

“Come on baby girl, make me feel good” he grunted as he smacked your rear. 

There was another weak shake of your head so Jackson held his body still inside of you. Pathetically, just like he always described you as, you whined out at the pressure built in your core. All you wanted to do right now was come undone, feel something good in this torture. But Jackson stared at you sternly, menacingly. His hands pressed down on your hips as you tried to rock yourself around him. 

“I-I love you” you admitted, your cheeks beet red. 

Instead of fucking you senselessly like you assumed he would. Jackson pulled himself out and jerked himself over you. Quickly, his white ropes of semen sprayed over your sweaty stomach. You panted, looking at the mess he made on you as your distressed expression made him chuckle silently. 

“I love you too” he replied blankly. 

As you caught your weak breath, Jackson laid his body on top of yours, his fingers touched your sensitive core, gently teasing you. You moaned out, ready to do anything to free yourself of your painful climax. 

“But so, drugged or tied?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow to you.

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2024! ―

✧ it's that time of year again! I'm starting early this year because the last two years I didn't finish the challenge. life got in the way and all that jazz. here is the list of kinktober prompts I will be doing along with their respective muses. this is subject to change.

✧ please remember to read/ participate in kinktober, you must be over 18. so minors, do not interact.

✧ as I complete each work, a check mark will be added next to the prompt.

(prompts are below the cut.)

day one. cockwarming with: John “Bucky” Egan (Masters of the Air)

day two. nipple play with: Benny Cross (The Bikeriders)

day three. blood play with: Roman Bridger (Scream 3)

day four. orgasm control with: Coriolanus Snow (The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes)

day five. praise kink with: Bruce Wayne (Batman Begins)

day six. degradation with: Coriolanus Snow

day seven. bondage with: Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

day eight. edging with: Gale “Buck” Cleven (Masters of the Air)

day nine. breeding kink with: Javier "Javi" Rivera (Twisters)

day ten. mutual masturbation with: Stu Macher (Scream)

day eleven. throat fucking with: Thomas Webb (The Only Living Boy in New York) ✓

day twelve. threesome with: Gale “Buck” Cleven & John “Bucky” Egan

day thirteen. knife kink or gun kink with: knife kink with Ethan Landry (Scream 2023)

day fourteen. sex toys with: Callum Turner

day fifteen. hate sex with: Callum Turner

day sixteen. thigh riding with: Austin Butler

day seventeen. sex tape with: Bruce Wayne

day eighteen. squirting with: Billy Antrim (Billy the Kid)

day nineteen. public play with: Joe Rantz (The Boys in the Boat)

day twenty. voyeurism with: Bruce Wayne

day twenty-one. corruption kink with: Roman Bridger

day twenty-two. daddy kink with: Cillian Murphy

day twenty-three. spanking with: Joe Rantz

day twenty-four. shower sex with: Javier "Javi" Rivera

day twenty-five. roleplay with: Neil Lewis (Watching the Detectives)

day twenty-six. face sitting with: Stu Macher

day twenty-seven. dom/sub with: John “Bucky” Egan

day twenty-eight. drunk sex or high sex with: drunk sex with Tom Blyth

day twenty-nine. phone sex with: Billy Loomis (Scream)

day thirty. anal sex with: Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins)

day thirty-one. mommy kink with: Ethan Landry

[jokerflecker]

An eye for an eye

Dirty fic time! Red Eye with Cillian Murhpy fic staring Jackson Rippner and Lisa Reisert.

BEWARE! HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Its a very dark story, Jackson wants revenge on Lisa for ruining his plan on the plane and he gets it by using her body as he sees fit.

Warning: Non-con, dub-don, humiliation, edging, ruined orgasm, dirty talk, spitting. Its a dark one, please thread carefully if this is not your thing. (AO3 link)

Jackson smirked as he finally watched the light go out at the apartment he had been monitoring. The events on the plane had left him incapacitated for a while, but he was back. The police was dealt with, his throat had healed up. Now it was time to settle the matter. Lisa Reistert needed to learn that he was not to be trifled with, that she had messed with the wrong person.

He know how he was going to do it, too. She was home quite a lot these days. From what he found out, she quit her job at the hotel and got a job as a callcenter worker, so she could work from home. Her talents were wasted, selling crap to people over the phone, but he took great delight in how scared she was to leave her house. She had her groceries delivered, the occasional take out food. But overall the girl no longer left home unless she absolutely had to. On top of that he had noticed how late she stayed up at night. Sometimes her lights didn’t go off until it started to become dawn again. That meant she went to sleep really late, or she didn’t sleep at all. He could imagine she’d become scared of the dark after what he put her through.

A few days after Jackson stalked her apartment one last time, Lisa sat at her desk again with a sigh. It was a boring Tuesday night and she had no idea what to do with herself. She hadn’t left the house for eleven days straight, which was a personal record for her. She warmed up some left over Chinese and then fired up her Playstation 5. Since she spent so much time at home these days, she picked up a new hobby. Videogames. She could pour all her pain and frustration out on some poor level boss, cussing and swearing like a sailor in the process.

As she ate, she continued playing her game, her eyes fixated on the screen and on the progress of her game. She didn’t even hear her front door being opened and closed. Not until it was too late. She saw a figure sauntering inside casually and just when she was about to shout her head off, he showed her the small gun he was holding. “Hush, Lisa….I’ve come to visit..” he said tauntingly with a cruel glint of his eyes, sounding as if he was doing her a favor.

The gesture caused the scream to stick in her throat and not come out, she was frozen in place as she felt cold sweat break out all over her body. Her pajamas started to brush her skin, like a shower curtain that stuck to your body uncomfortably and cold. “What are you doing here, Jackson?” she whispered, wondering who he was threatening to hurt this time.

“I’m here for you, I feel like we have…” he stated, as if he was an old friend that came along. He brought his hands to his face, pretending to think it over. “Unfinished business. Yeah, that’s it. We have unfinished business…”

Lisa’s eyes darted around the apartment, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon against him, but she didn’t see anything. Suddenly she noticed there wasn’t a single pen lying around.

“I took care of that. I figured you didn’t want to be as naughty as last time..” he mused, raising a brow at her as if she was willful child. “How…how did you even get in here?” With a shit-eating grin, he showed her that he had a key. “Stole it. Got the superintendent to let me in the first time, pretended to be your long lost brother..” he explained, getting a sense of pleasure out of telling her his secrets. “Then I took your spare key. You didn’t need it, did you? You don’t get a lot of visitors…”

The words caused her to lower her gaze. She couldn’t even remember the last time she saw a friend or family member. “Who is it?” she asked through gritted teeth, making him tilt his head in confusion. “Who is what? What is your confused little head even talking about?”

“Nobody. Its just you and me this time.” She nodded a sigh of relief, knowing he’d rub her face in it if this wasn’t the case. Shestared at her TV-screen and suddenly jumped up with a growl.

“Goddamnit! You happy now? You made me lose my echoes!”

He stepped closer, putting his hand on his hip and leaning his head forward, as if he misheard. “I did…what?” he asked in an eerie tone.

“My blood echoes! I’m in the Research Hall and you made me lose a ton of bloodechoes! I could have levelled with that..”

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” he demanded to know, but then walked closer, so he could see what she was doing on TV. He frowned as he saw the gruesome game that she was playing? “What the fuck is this?”

“Bloodborne,” she answered and sounded empty, away. As if she wasn’t even aware of what was happening anymore.

“You play videogames now?” he asked in a condescending tone. She glared at him. “What about it?”

He chuckled and sat down next to her, stroking a lock of hair out of her face. She made an annoyed sound when he did, her eyes fixated on the TV. For a moment, it seemed as if he was going to choke her out right on the spot.

“Turn the game off, Leese. We need to talk,” he said huskily. She didn’t respond and it made him uneasy. Was this how little power he had over her? Was he wrong? After a few moments, he took the controller out of her hands and she started to cry. As if she only now understood what was going to happen.

“Ssh, hey, no worries..” he soothed her and caressed her hair. “You’re going to kill me..” she softly said as she eyed him in fear. He chuckled some, delighting in seeing her so afraid. It caused a rush to go through his body.

“I’m not going to kill you, Leese. What I have planned is fun!” he said with eerie eyes. Lisa eyed him wearily. “What? Fun?”

He made himself comfortable and pulled her onto his chest, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend. She almost looked like she enjoyed having someone touch her kindly. “Sure! You see, I’ve been monitoring you…it’s been pretty easy, since you rarely leave the house anymore..,” he started to explain, causing her to sniffle some more.

“I noticed how scared you are these days. Scared of the world. Which is a nice revenge, since you fucked up my life..” he stated as his hand travelled up and down her upper leg. When he reached her knee, he started to squeeze it, until she whimpered in pain.

“But the police…they took you..” she said, shaking her head still in disbelief. He scoffed and shot her his most charming smile. “Leese…we both know they could never hold me. You think I don’t have people helping me out? I was out within a fucking month. And I’ve been planning this since then.” He brought his face close to hers and inhaled her scent. “You smell so fucking good,” he rumbled.

“What do you want?” Lisa asked, refusing to look at him.

“See, you told me some things..personal things. About your love life.” As he spoke, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and caressed the scar. She winced as she suspected that he was going to force himself on her. He eyed her and tsked, putting his gun on the table so it was out of reach for him.

“What do you think of me? Oh no, that’s not what I want, Leese. See, what I want…” he pulled her closer to him. “What I want is for you to admit you need me to.”

She looked at him and frowned. “What do you mean? What do you mean I need you to?” she demanded to know. Jackson chuckled. “Remember I rough I was on you? In that bathroom of the plane?”

She nodded, she saw that scene play in her mind every night when she closed her eyes.

“I saw you. I saw the real you. I saw the need in your eyes and your fear of asking for it. See, all women can be whores, they just need..” he mused as his hand slid into her pajama jacket. He massaged her breast and started to twist and pinch her nipple. Lisa’s jaw dropped and she moaned softly. “They just need a little push,” he whispered and started to suck a spot on her neck.

Lisa moaned louder and bit his shoulder, to stifle her moan. Her cheeks were red in shame and she lowered her gaze. Jackson pulled back with a smirk, eyeing her up and down. “See, Leese? Almost made you cream in your panties, by just a little kiss..”

“What if I say no?”

Jackson shrugged. “Like I said, I’m not that guy. If you say no, I’ll go home. You stay here. And you waste away.” The casualty of his tone of voice made her look up at him. “You’re wasting away,” he told her in all seriousness now. “You’re scared of the world and of what it can do to you,” he said softly, his words not more than a whisper. “I am giving you the option to completely fall apart by my hand..I’ll shatter every little bit of willpower you have. That'll give me the closer I need and it will bring out your little inner slut.”

She stared at him and was still flustered. “What makes you think I want it? That I enjoyed it?” she asked in a shaky voice. He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh please…every woman secretly wants to be dominated by a strong, dominating male. You’re just too timid to tell us. Why else would you keep a dildo by your bed? A dragon’s tail, that’s a nice detail, Leese. You little freak.” His eyebrows wiggled as he sent her a toothy grin.

So he was in here, she thought. He’d been in here in those few times she wasn’t and got to know her. Intimately. “And?” she asked as if she didn’t care that he saw it. He brought his face close to hers, pushing his nose against her cheek. “And it smells intoxicating..” he whispered and laughed when she pushed him off with a disgusted sound. “Oh all high and mighty, are we? Let me work my magic, Leese. It will give you your life back.”

“And why are you so prone on doing that for me, huh? Don’t you wanna see me miserable?” she asked as she stood up and started to pace around. He smirked, sitting back comfortably on the couch again with a shrug. “Oh, there’s something in it for me too. I get to see you crumble, fall apart. I get to break you under my boot and watch your little mind shatter because of me. It will give me the closure I need. I do warn you..” as he spoke he took out a card with his address and telephone number, putting it on her table. “Once I’m done with you, you might come back for more.”

She scoffed, shaking her head as she paced back and forth in front of the couch. Meanwhile Jackson was watching her like a hawk, as she was prey and he was ready to pounce.

“You can’t possibly know that I like being…”

“Manhandled?”

“Shut up! Like I said, you can’t possibly know that!”

He grinned at her and opened up his phone, pulling up a blog and showing it to her. “Is this not your Tumblr account? Subgirl800? You write a lot of naughty stories, don’t you?”

Lisa gasped and averted her eyes. The game was up, she couldn’t possibly deny that she craved to be treated exactly how he wanted to treat her. “What do I do?”

“Take a fucking shower, you reek,” he said with a hint of disgust on his face. “Then come back out to the bedroom and we’ll begin.”

Lisa did as she was told, she took a shower and came into the bedroom in a pink babydoll dress. She acted a little awkward and coy, fidgeting with her hands.

Jackson was laying on her bed, reading her diary and rubbing himself over the fabric of his pants. Seeing it made her bow her head. “No. Look at me. Is this not one of your stories? Well?”

She nodded as she glanced at him through her eyelashes. He eyed the dress that she was wearing and gestured at it. “Take it off. The fuck you think this is, you being cute? Show me how fucking wet you are.”

The woman swallowed hard as he slid out of her dress and stepped closer to him, revealing that she had no underwear on underneath. “You can’t talk to me that way..” she weakly tried. Jackson pulled her closer and inspected her breasts.

“Tell you what..” he said huskily, licking at her nipples. Lisa let her head fall back with small moans. “I’ll make a deal with ya..” another lick, another moan. “I perform a little test…” A lick and another moan. “Just a small one.” A lick again. “And if you pass, I’ll treat you real nice from now on. But if you don’t, then I’ll keep talking like this.”

He held up two fingers, wiggling them in her face before he played with her folds lightly. Lisa gasped, it has been a while since she was touched there. Suddenly he slid them inside of her and smirked. “Fuck, you're wet,” he murmured, planting kisses on her neck. Lisa's jaw dropped as she felt the sensation, but did her best to remain stoic. “What test?” she asked breathlessly.

“I'm going to tell you that you're flith, that you're a fucking hole that deserves to be fucked and nothing else..” he said and inspected her face really close. “Oh see...you failed.” Lisa whimpered and did her best not to break. “I dont like that talk!” she insisted, making Jackson chuckle again. “Then why did you tighten up?” he asked her and smirked when he saw her avert her eyes. “That's right.” He keeps whispering. “See you can act high and mightly all you want but this little cunt betrays you..”

He pulls his fingers out and smirks as he sees the mess you made on them. “Get ony our knees, Lisa.” he tells her with an eerie stare. Lisa nods and does so and he stuffs his smeared fingers in her mouth. At first she struggles, but soon she stays docile. “I want you to focus on the taste, on your taste..” he muses as he starts to rub her clit with his other hand. Lisa moans as her body shudders in need. “And I need you to think about how you frustrated me.” He rubs it and stops right before she's able to climax. She whimpers sadly. “Suck them dry,” he orders and waits a few moments, before edging her again. As her jaw drops right when he pulls back, he pulls his fingers from her mouth and smears them on her cheek, smirking. She is a panting mess and tries to stay calm.

“Look at that...you want it, don't you?” he asked, smirking down at her. She panted heavily as she looked up at him, her cheeks smeared and her eyelids heavy. Jackson peeled his clothes off as she sat there on her knees, close to crying in frustration. But he had all the time in the world, peeling of layer after layer, while staring her down. “You're not so full of fight anymore, are you? Quite eager to just sit there and take it, actually.”

Lisa averted her eyes, blushing heavily. “Look at me,” Jackson demanded. “Look up and face the truth. You're a slut, Lisa. Stop trying to hide it.”

“I'm a slut..” she whispered. Jackson yanked her up and threw her on her bed, holding her down by her neck. He positioned himself behind her and slid right into her with a groan. “Fuck, that's one wet little pussy, Leese...”

Lisa moans louder and louder as he takes on a firm and steady pace. She can feel his length stretch her out and hitting her in all the right spots. When she is about to go over, he pulls back with a smirk and chuckles as he sees her squirm in need.

“Please..please I need more..” she pleaded, as he firmly kept her in place with his hand. “Oh I know you do, babygirl..” he cooed. “But I want a little taste first.”

He releases her neck and finds her toy. “Lay on your back and hold your legs. Show me your needy slit,” he ordered, as he showed her the dragon dildo. The toy was red and black, thick and covered in bumps and ridges, for extra pleasure.

Lisa did as she was told, showing him her wet folds. Jackson chuckled and tapped the head of the toy against her clit lightly, making her moan. “You like that huh...having your needy clit teased..I bet you edge yourself for days on end just so you can suffer, you needy whore.”

Lisa bit her lip and swallowed hard, revealing the truth of his words.

Jackson stuffed her with the toy, holding it firmly in place with one hand, as the thumb of his other crew lazy circles around her clit. He brought his face close and tickled the nub with his his tongue, making her moan and whimper. “Fuck..” he muttered, then latched onto her clit like a starved man, sucking it and lavishing it in his saliva. When she got close to coming, he pulled back and grabbed the end of the toy, fucking her pussy with it. As she got close to coming from that, he attacked her clit again with his mouth.

“Please please, I can't anymore, please..” she stammered, her body jerking and spasming in need.

He chuckled and put his phone in the bookcase that was across from her bed, he put it on record and smirked at her. “it's time for the grand finale.”

He laid down on the bed and moved her so that she was facing the camera, her back to him. He pushed her onto his cock, making her moan in need. “Now, you're gonna sit here and stay still,” he murmured in her ear. She nodded and did her best, but she wanted to ride his cock to completion desperately.

Jackson reached round and started to rub her clit, drawing circles around it with his fingers lazily, flicking it and grazing it with his digits any time she got close to a peak. It didnt take long to turn her into a sobbing, begging mess. “Please please, I'll do anything, just let me come, anything,” she whimpered, tears of frustration pouring out of her eyes.

“Say it, Leese. Say what I wanna hear.” he murmured in her ear. “I'm nothing, I'm a worthless slut, please, please ruin me!” she begged him pathetically. He grinned and suddenly rubbed her clit with fervor, coaxing her into the orgasm she was chasing so desperately, his cock still buried deep within her.

Her jaw dropped as she felt herself finally being pushed over the edge but her eyes snapped open when he pulled his fingers away too early. Her pussy twitched and she cried out in frustration when she realized that he had ruined her orgasm. He grabbed her hips and started to slam her up and down his cock, grunting and groaning.

“Thats it! That's the desperate little pussy I want to fuck! Twitching around me in need, while I force you into ruin. Still think you got the better of me, you fucking slut? Huh? Do you?” he muttered into her ear heatedly as she could do nothing else but take his cock.

Jackson growled as he felt her clench around his cock hard as he mercilessly fucked her, making her cry out at all this forced pleasure on her already battered, punished slit. He shot roped of thick warm cum inside of her and threw her aside.

She laid there, ruined, crying and holding her clit, as if she was trying to protect it from more abuse. He stuffed her mouth full with his cock. “Clean me!” he growled and fucked her mouth, until she cried more.

He smugly looked down at her as he pulled back, causing her to gasp for air and cry harder. He leaned down and spat in her face, before he slapped her.

Lisa could do nothing against it, but cry and squirm, her body still recovering from what he just put her through.

Jackson turned off the camera on his phone, sent her the video of what he just did to her and lazily dressed himself.

“Now Leese, this was a little payback, you ruined my plan, I ruin your little wet whore pussy. But now we're even. And I could tell that you enjoyed that,” he said with a smug chuckle, pulling out a business card. He took a pen out of his jacket pocket and wrote his address on the back. “If you want me to really make you come next time, then you can come over in a day or two, when you recovered and you really start to feel needy.”

He threw the businesscard on the bed, next to her bed, where she was still crying heavily. He smirked, picked up his gun and left the house.

Three days later, his doorbell rang. When he went to open the door, he grinned wickedly.

“Nice to see you, Lisa.”

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𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

my muses

༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.

༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.

༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.

༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.

༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.

༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.

༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.

༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.

༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.

༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.

༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.

༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.

༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)

༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)

༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.

༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.

༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.

༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.

(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.

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                                            MEMES   /   ACCEPTING                                    @vyrulent​ said:♞ lucy and jackson      generated setting: lucy tries to tell jackson that 'it isn't what it looks like, i swear!'

❛❛   ...   ❜❜      LOOK, HE’S MET ALL SORTS OF DIFFERENT PEOPLE,      who were into all sorts of weird shit, and he’ll admit, it’s not too far out of the realm of imagination to think that someone could be obsessed with vampires to the point where they wanted to pretend to be one — which is what he’s assuming (wrongfully at that) is the case here... after all, vampires doesn’t exist (right?) but he’s never walked in on someone who seemed to be enjoying what appeared to be some else’s blood before.

brows furrowing, he stares at her in more fascination than anything, and for a moment, he’s too surprised to say anything. then...      ❛❛   i have... a lot of questions...   ❜❜

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                                            MEMES   /   ACCEPTING @vyrulent​ sent: 6. for one muse to help the other clean blood off of themselves ( jackson from lucy -- maybe lucy finds him because of the smell of blood? )

IT’S SIMPLE ENOUGH,      acting like he had been the victim of some mugging. the blood was, after all, his, and his injuries spoke to that. so now all he had to do was focus as much as he could on the dull ache to conjure up the appropriate expression of hurt on his face, and bite back the frustration of his most current job almost going sideways. hand moving up to brush his fringe out of his eyes, he looked up at her as she worked on cleaning the blood off him.      ❛❛   you don’t have to do this, y’know... ? i’m fine. really.   ❜❜      damn people and their caring nature. he had a phone call he had to make, he didn’t have time for this.

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                            @myuuzupunk​​​   /   random muse sc.                       random number generated: 7   muse: jackson rippner.

❛❛   nope.   ❜❜      he shook his head      in response, a small smile on his lips as he narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, seemingly recollecting something.      ❛❛   no, i haven’t gone by ‘jack’ since i was ten years old. last name’s rippner...   ❜❜      he figured since they would likely find out his full name eventually, anyway, he might as well get ahead of the jokes that always followed.

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                                         𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒   /   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 @threecardtrick​ sent: “ i’d be happy to pay for your services if you’re up to the challenge. how ‘bout it?” ( to jackson )

❛❛   i’d say that depends on the challenge.   ❜❜      now, there wasn’t a whole lot jackson wasn’t willing to do for the right price, but even he had to draw a line in the sand sometimes, and he found it best to make people aware from the beginning that there was a line, so as to lessen the chance of a negative reaction, should he decline whatever request they came with.      ❛❛   and the pay.   ❜❜      perhaps more so the pay, actually.

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                                                   INTRODUCTIONS.

hi, hello, welcome to my blog. first things first, my name is tommy (tho some friends also call me viking,) i’m 26 as of writing this, go by he / him pronouns. this is an independent, multi-muse roleplay blog for both canon and original characters from various fandoms or original concepts. yes, all my muses have the same fc on this blog, though i swear, i don’t just use the same fc for all my muses, i just figured i had so many muses with the same fc i might as well put them all on one blog. but just check out my multi over on @whyus​​ and you’ll get muses with other fcs too written by me. (yes, i have a problem, and it’s called drowning in a sea of muses.)

                                                        IMPORTANT.

please read the rules and the about page(s) of each respective muse that you plan on writing with. if there are some rules specific to that muse, they will be added to their about page in order to avoid making the general rules too long, as i imagine not everyone is going to be interested in interacting with all my muses on here, so not all rules will be relevant for all mutuals.

please specify a muse before sending things in! i will not pick unless you at least give me some options to choose between. it gives me anxiety.

if i have two muses with the same name   (i currently don’t, but knowing me, i might end up with some in the future,) please specify by using their full name or first name + first initial of their last name or something.

                                           THE MUSE LIST & THEIR FANDOMS.

CANON CHARACTERS.

MICHAEL MCCREA   /   perrier’s bounty   /   active MAXIMUS BOLTAGON   /   marvel mixed mcu + comics   /   active JIM MCDONNELL   /   28 days later   / active JOHN SKILLPA   /   peacock (2010)   /   request only (read about page first!! triggers apply) NEIL LEWIS �� CEALLAIGH   /   watching the detectives   /   active JACKSON RIPPNER   /   red eye   /   active THOMAS BUCKLEY   /   red lights   /   semi-active RAYMOND LEON   /   in time   /   semi-active JONATHAN CRANE   /   dc  (headcanon based)  /   semi-active SEAN MACGUIRE   /   rdr2   /   active PHIL HALLEY   /   watchmen (2001)   /   active DAMON SALVATORE   /   s1 only heavily canon divergent   /   semi-active

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

LUCIUS FORREST   /   fandomless   /   active ÍLLRA   /   fandomless horror   /   active CIARÁN DOUGAL   /   fandomless   /   active FAS-R73N / RYEN   /   horizon zero dawn / detroit become human inspired   /   active

                                                        LINKS & TAGS.

★.   GOOGLE DOC.  / RULES & ABOUT.

★.   MEME TAG.

★.   THREADS.

★.   CALLS.

★.   OPENS.

★.   INTEREST TRACKER.

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CATEGORIZING MY MUSES.

the sweet beans who’s too good for this world * ryen gray * john skillpa * thomas buckley

the sweet dumbass beans who’s too good for this world * phil halley

the chaotic, but still very good beans who’s too good for this world * lucius forrest  * ciarán dougal * jim mcdonnell * neil lewis ó ceallaigh

the chaotic dumbass beans * veren lynn * michael mccrea * sean macguire

the misguided beans * raymond leon * jonathan crane * damon salvatore

the chaotic wildcard beans * maximus boltagon

the straight up bad beans * íllra * jackson rippner

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                                                muse:   jackson rippner.

okay, so this is an official mains call for my muse jackson rippner. what being one of my muses’ mains means, is basically that you’ll be one of the first people i will come to for interactions if i have any plot ideas, if i want to send memes or throw some small, random starters at you, or to just yell about our muses together, etc. your muse will likely get to be a part of my muse’s main verse, and i might end up referring to your muse in threads with others.

what it doesn’t mean, is that i will always prioritize your threads first. i know that’s a common thing with mains, but i don’t like to put ‘rules’ on how and when i’m going to reply to what, so even if we’re mains, if i don’t currently feel inspiration to reply to our threads, i’m not going to force a reply, or wait with other replies until i’ve replied to ours first.

if you want to become a main, i ask that you: have at least one interaction going with my muse in question, or alternatively that we’ve at least talked a fair bit about having our muses interact. if you’re a multimuse, also please let me know with a comment which muse(s) of yours that you want to have be mains with mine.

aaand that’s pretty much it! if you want to be a main, just leave a like (or if you’re a multi, a lil comment) and i’ll add you to my list!