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âBaby, Iâll be your psycho !â
kinktober day 10!
pairing: Jackson Rippner x Fem Reader.
tw: stalking, knives, neck biting and swearing.
To the world Jackson Rippner was just an average man who would never get a second glance or have a single thought about him after seeing him, but to you he was the man who soiled your good name.
The old saying girls were made of sugar, spice and everything nice perfectly described you until you met Jackson. He was sitting on the park bench when he first seen you. You were sitting opposite of him reading your book in that pretty green sundress that he had ended up stealing one night while you werenât home. Of course he knew where you lived, he was assigned to take you out since your father was a high target profile and what would kill that man more than loosing his only daughter ? Jackson was actually surprised how much you werenât like your father and didnât understand why you actually had to be taken out.
You had seen Jackson around town but never gave the second thought because yeah he was eyes on the eyes but something told you to stay away. Weeks had passed and he still lingered around watching how youâd sleep, how youâd bake cookies, how youâd put one shoe on at a time and howâd you rub yourself to dirty porn which was his favorite part because to the world you were the perfect neighbor but little did they know what lied beneath inside of you. Jackson finally got bold with you and watched you from your door frame as you showered. Heâs broken into to your home many times and stolen little things here and there collecting them like prized possessions. To be fair you were his prettiest client heâs ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
Now after two months you finally realized that maybe you do have a stalker. Little to your knowledge Jackson had interfered and made it so he could act like he was helping you find the stalker when you had called a company to hire someone to watch out for you. Of course he did that, he tapped your phone a while ago. When you met him you had thought he was so sweet, kind and thoughtful. When you noticed no changes in the fact your stuff was still going missing you confronted him and to make matters worse now you had been getting flowers because in his mind you were his! He was supposed to kill you months ago but Jackson being the charmer he is convinced his company to keep you alive so he could torture in a way that no one would suspect since the town you lived in was something out of a fairy tail with the white fences and bullshit.
Jackson stepped up his game by leaving you notes with hugs and kisses written on it. He loved watching how you would go wide eyed reading all the nasty details about how he wants to fuck toy like a cock drunk whore, how youâd look adorable covered in his love bites , how your hair would feel so soft between his fingers as he pulls on it. Jackson was a real poet well pervert but to him same difference.
âJackson!â You whimpered out as you came running down the hallway in your night gown.
âWhatâs wrong honey ?â He caught you in his arms and gripped you tightly as he smoothed over your hair.
âI⊠I heard a noise!â You buried your face into the crook of his neck.
âAw doll you know youâre in safe arms. Come on, Iâll get you back to sleep.â Jackson took you back to bed and covered you up. He kissed your forehead gently that made you smile before he kissed down the side of your face.
âJackson⊠stop.â Your hand pressed against his chest which made him grip your wrist tightly. âYouâre hurting me!â You whined while pulling your hand away but he wouldnât budge.
âWhy are you so naive? Youâre pretty, beautiful in fact but so fucking stupid !â He took his chance and pinned you down to the bed as he put all his weight on you. Your body froze beneath him as your eyes darted back and forth until his hand moved to cup your face. âYou are mine! All mine.â He spat at you making you twitch. âYouâve been mine since I seen you! All those stupid little dates you made that never followed through⊠havenât you wondered why they never returned a call or tried for a second date ? A pretty girl like you.â He smooth over your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand went over your mouth and without a second thought you chomped down on it hard as you could making him jump back enough that you could push him off and run.
Your feet took as fast as they could down the hall but you being the way you are you tripped over your own two feet! You scrambled the best you could until you felt his hand grip the ends of your hair as best as he could. You yelped while clawing at the floor, tears running down your cheeks as he grunted , twisting your hair in his hand to cause you more pain but your adrenaline kicked in and you twisted yourself just right to escape from him causing the hair he was holding to rip off. He stood there screaming while holding your hair tightly before shoving it into his pocket before running after you.
Anxiety made you shake as you looked for something and you grabbed a knife from the little block. Jackson was on your trail as you scampered away to the walk in pantry. Silent tears strolled down your cheeks. How you could have been so stupid ? You trusted Jackson with every thing in you! Youâve even let him see you naked! Heâs watched you shower! Your skin crawled at the thought making a shiver run down your spine.
His foot steps got heavier as you stood there holding the knife tightly as you could while your breathing hitched. Jackson didnât mean to scare you, he just wanted to love on you in his own way.
âOh sweetheart, come on out. I donât really want to hurt you honey. I just want to talk.â His voice sounded sincere but nothing made sense to you. Jackson licked his lips before leaning against the door of the pantry. âSweetheart, donât do this to me. I love you.â He started tapping on the door lightly before it turned into a pounding that made you drop the knife.
With in a second the door was flung open and you ran but not fast enough. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as possible before he bit down on your shoulder making you whimper. His ears perked up to the sound. Heâs heard your whimpers from the times heâs stood outside your door or watched you from inside your closet , oh how he loved those nights but now he actually made you whimper ! His lips turned into a smirk before he sucked softly on the spot he just marked.
âJackson, please!â You tried to wiggle out of his arms.
âAnything you want baby, just stop playing this stupid game.â He dragged you down the hall and back into your room. You gulped down the lump in your throat as he towered over with a glint in his eyes. âGood girl.â He stroked your cheek gently before you gripped onto his wrist and kicked him in the stomach.
âYouâve met your match Jackson and baby for you, Iâll be your psycho .â
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"oh no, that's hot" - sexual awakening through horror - a gifset for every person who ever watched a scene in a horror movie that made them feel something they'd never felt before, knowing it wasn't the 'right' thing to feel.
#this one is for the freaks. i love y'all i do.#i will continue to include ravenous in every gifset#filmedit#filmgifs#bo sinclair#brahms heelshire#film#horroredit#horrorgifs#horrormance#horror#horror movies#horror films#ravenous 1999#ravenous#house of wax#hannibal rising#the boy 2016#brahms the boy#red eye 2005#jackson rippner#cillian murphy#hellraiser#saw 2004#adam stanheight#scream 1996#billy loomis#blood#choking#violence
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#this is about cillian murphy's characters#Tommy Shelby#Jonathan Crane#will never forgive nolan for not giving us a long fight scene where dr babygirl ends up covered in his own blood#basic needs#batman#scarecrow#batman begins#cillian murphy#nolanverse#peaky blinders#thomas shelby#red eye#Jackson Rippner#28 days later#red lights#tom buckley#maslow's hierarchy of needs#poor little meow meow#babygirl
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JUST ANOTHER OF YOUR MISTAKES
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, grieving, a lot of pain, eventual fluff, smut
A/N: thanks for reading guys
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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Y/N was never a light sleeper, but this particular time waking up felt way more difficult than usual. Her head was hurting from all the crying and the last thing she could remember was Tommy holding her against his chest and the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his own unique scent before she nodded off, unable to handle the recent events.
âMrs. Shelby, you're awakeâ One of the maids spoke up with a gentle smile, putting a steaming tea on the nightstand by her side.
Sitting up, Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
âI'm not a Shelbyâ She responded with more annoyance than she'd like.
âOhâ The older woman said with a hint of shame. âMy apologies. Mr. Shelby asked to bring you tea and some pain relief tonic,â
Y/N nodded, thanking her quietly before she rose from the bed, looking around. The room looked familiar in a less than pleasurable way, just like the clothes she was wearing. Sighing deeply she walked out of the room, seeing the dark corridor of the places she once called home.
After getting refreshed and dressed, Y/N walked toward the grand staircase. She stopped cold, feeling goosebumps running through her spine in the worst possible way when she saw the monumental portrait of Thomas and her in the stairwell. One she used to see everyday. The eyes on the portrait looked as lively as ever, mocking the pain she held in her chest every time she saw it. There she was, the former lady of the house, laying claim to her domain even from the grave. The longer she stared at her, the more she felt Grace was taunting her. âYou may have been his woman once, but I have his heart and his ring on my finger now.â The words rang in her ears, coming from the depths of her memory, loud as the day she heard them for the first time. Y/N couldn't seem to be able to tear her gaze away, silently battling the ghost that seemed to curse her relationship forever.
She stood there for a long moment, immersed in the painting so much that she didn't realise she was being watched.
Thomas stood in the doorway on the other side of the corridor, watching her silently losing the battle as shame gnawed on his insides. He should have thrown it away long ago, but it was the last thing on his mind as he desperately looked for Y/N everywhere. The dead woman on his wall wasn't a big concern.
âYou're awakeâ He spoke up, unable to handle the silence anymore.
She turned around, almost startled, as he caught her staring at her. The first thing she noticed were the glasses on his nose, and she fought against the little smirk that tried to appear on her lips so badly.
âWhat am I doing here? Where are the boys?â She asked, straight to the point. Thomas shifted from foot to foot awkwardly, knowing she wouldn't be happy with the news.
âBoys are with Frances upstairs, playing.â He responded, looking her in the eyes. âYou're not safe outside of Arrow house. You three need to stay here until the vendetta is over.â
âWhat if you had more men surrounding my flat instead?â Y/N bargained.
âItâs too dangerous and I need my men concentrated not spread out over citiesâ he replied, already prepared for the questions he knew she'd ask.
She wanted to argue so badly. Y/N wanted to be free from him and the reminders of the past that this house held. But she knew that receiving a black hand was a serious threat she didnât have the capacity to handle by herself.
âThe only reason I'm not leaving right now is because I need to keep them safe.â She said, stepping closer. â...and if anything happens to us, I want you to know that it's all your fault.â
Despite knowing and seeing the pure hatred in her eyes, Thomas could never fully brace himself for the impact of her words.
âNothing will happen to any of you. I give you my wordâ He said, quieter this time.
âYour word means nothing to me, Thomas. Just⊠just stay away from us as much as possible.â Y/N added, wanting to walk away.
âYou can't expect me to stay away. They.. are my kids. My sons.â He said suddenly, and the confidence and fierceness of his voice made her stop in her tracks. âI regret losing you every single day. Every day I grieved the loss of my bloody heart, and then I found out there's three I should have been grieving. But you're here, and so are they. So I won't let yoâthem go.â He hissed out, almost frantically and the vulnerability in his eyes made her slightly tremble. It hurt even more, because she waited so long to hear.. anything. Any crumb of reassurance would be enough to keep her here, but he didn't say a fucking word.
Straightening her back, Y/N inhaled a deep breath, looking back at the bloody portrait who was witnessing the whole scene. Seconds later she looked at him again, and the fire in his eyes was more lively, outweighing the dead, judgemental stare.
âThey won't call you their father. If you break this rule, you won't see us again.â
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The next day Y/N woke up, bracing herself for another battle as she walked down the stairs and to her surprise, the portrait was⊠gone. Her heart thumped wildly at the realisation and she couldn't believe her eyes. Suddenly the tension in the house seemed to have lessened.
Walking to the kitchen, she noticed Thomas sitting by the table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in his hand, as he read the newspaper. It felt weirdly domesticated and the thought alone made her smirk.
âDid the boys eat?â She asked, not sure what to expect.
âFrances fed them an hour ago. Tommy is napping in the living room, and Nick is picking daisies with Mary in the garden.â He responded in a calm tone, not tearing his gaze away from the newspaper.
Silence hung in the air as they each did their own thing
Finishing up her breakfast, Y/N cleared her throat again as she looked at the wall in front of her.
âThe portrait is goneâ She pointed out in an emotionless voice, not looking at him. A couple longer moments passed before she heard him exhale a cloud of smoke.
âWhat portrait? He responded, and Y/Nâs lips stretched into a subtle smile before she grabbed her plate and walked away.
A couple days later Y/N still avoided him, occasionally getting to talk to John or Arthur, but both of them were distracted by the giant threat hanging over the family. Polly seemed to keep it together the best, coming over whenever she felt like it for some female company.
Y/N said her goodbyes to Polly, going to put the cups into the sink and cleaning the mess after Nick. She wasn't used to having maids doing everything for her, so it was more comfortable to just clean the mess herself. Nick himself was currently spending time with his uncles by the stables, and Tommy was⊠who knows where.
After cleaning, Y/N went looking for the other boy, asking Frances who just directed her to the little room where the toys were stored.
She expected everything, but not the view she saw arriving in the doorway. Little Tommy sat back on his legs, watching with wide eyes and furiously colouring the different shapes Thomas drew for him.
âDat?â Tommy asked suspiciously, pointing towards the crooked flower on the paper and glancing at him with big eyes.
âThis?â He asked with a grin, âthat's a flowerâ he explained, to which the boy nodded, narrowing his eyes lightly.
â...and dat?!â He asked suddenly in a squeaky tone, seeing the car Thomas drew for him.
âThat's a car. Almostâ He chuckled, seeing the crooked shapes as he tried his very best.
Tommy nodded, grinning in the same way as his father before glancing at his mum.
âHi!â He waved, before pointing to the flower again. âfwowa!â he said proudly, pushing his little chest forward.
Thomas just laughed quietly, putting the pencil down.
âGood job, little manâ he said, before slowly rising from the floor with a groan.
âOh God, I'm too old for thisâ He whispered with a chuckle, glancing at Y/N who wasn't able to suppress the smile on her face after she heard Tommy talk. âDon't smile like that, now it's your turn.â Thomas added, passing by her in the doorway, his shoulder brushing against hers.
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The next couple weeks were⊠rougher. Changretta was relentless in his search, which turned into a couple of seriously dangerous situations where John got shot in the chest barely coming out alive. Polly didn't agree with a lot of Thomas' actions, despite his inability to back off right now. He stood his ground, no matter how difficult it was sometimes to keep Y/N inside Arrow house whenever worse moments would arrive. And they did, fairly frequently.
The pull he felt became stronger and stronger, no matter how many daggers she kept throwing. Spewing the words she held deep inside, reminding him of the monster he used to be⊠or maybe still was? He couldn't tell. The view in the reflection of his mirror was so blurry, that it didn't matter. As long as she saw him to be fit enough to be around boys.
The house was completely quiet as he made his way through the corridor, lacking the usual sounds of kids playing or Y/N walking from one room to the other. Walking past the library, he caught a glimpse of light coming from the room that made him stop in his tracks.
His hands trembled with anxiety. The fear settled in his ribs over three years ago and hasn't left him once, even though they were here.
Thomas was aware of how powerless he was once the vendetta was over. The thought of them leaving the house and never coming back was making his heart squeeze painfully, reminding him of the privilege he once had, but gave it up willingly. The fear was like a loop, tightening around his throat with each passing day as he grew comfortable coming home and seeing them here.
Walking into the library, Thomas was completely quiet, wanting nothing but to see her if it was all he could count on. He was completely unaware of the fact that she always felt his presence. Sometimes letting him stay, and other times making him leave so desperately that made him wonder whether it was possible to day from a broken heart.
Step after step he tried to control his shallow breathing as he finally saw her. Standing by the big shelf, he traced over the backs of books standing there for so long, it felt like they were always there.
âYou wouldn't like that oneâ He spoke up quietly, noticing how she didn't even budge hearing his voice. It took a longer moment before she replied.
âHow so?â Her voice was calm, light-hearted as she found herself lost in the countless stories filling up the wooden shelves. The nagging thoughts in his mind disappeared the second he heard her voice.
âBecause you don't like uncertainty. It's filled with unanswered questions and has an open ending.â He thought for a moment before replying, well aware of the content of this book, because he read them all. In the moments of despair, trying to hold onto every scrap of feelings in the house so empty, it felt like nobody lived inside.
Sighing deeply, Y/N put the book back in its place, grabbing another one.
âNobody likes uncertainty, Thomas. Holding onto the moment, unsure of what's to come.â She sighed, hearing his slow footsteps approaching. âA book is just a book. You can close it, and move onto another one anytime. If only life was just as easy.â
Silence in the room caused the whole scenery to become more intimate, unexpectedly even for him. Stopping mere inches behind her, he watched the back of her head for a moment, remembering the nightmares he had every night. Ones where he couldn't reach her, no matter how he tried.
His breath caught in his throat as he slowly raised his hand, moving it closer and closer towards her shoulder. Inches away, he noticed the goosebumps covering her skin. Without looking he reached out to the shelf, grasping onto the book he knew by heart, while his arm brushed against her own.
He stood close, too close, and Y/N knew it too well, yet she couldn't bring herself to make him leave or pull away. The way he trembled as his chest pressed lightly against her back made her stand still.
âYou'd love this oneâ He whispered, not feeling brave enough to speak loudly. The uncertainty they talked about he knew better than anything else.
Her breathing became heavier, feeling him so close, the tingling on her skin she hadn't felt for so long almost made her flinch. Slowly, she turned around facing him.
This, Thomas didn't expect as she suddenly looked up, their eyes meeting in a gaze long forgotten, yet still alive and lively as when they looked for the first time.
âI don't read anymoreâ She confessed quietly, and his eyes couldn't help but watch her lips intently. The way they wrapped around the words she spoke.
The urge to grab and hold her closer was strong, almost too strong. Tommy tilted his head to the side, getting a better look at her face in the dim light.
âI can read it to youâ He offered quietly, as it was the closest she allowed him to⊠just be near her.
So he waited, scared of ruining the moment as she moved closer. Their noses brushing against each other.
âI wanted you to speak, not read.â The sound of her voice was like the most beautiful music he ever got to listen to, even though the words were far from it. â...but now it's too late, and you're standing too close.â her breath touched his lips, taunting.
âŠand then she pulled away, leaving him standing there. Slowly making her way out of the library.
âYou're cruelâ He said, loud enough for Y/N to hear.
***
Y/N opened her eyes suddenly, sitting up as she took a deep breath, desperately trying to blink away the nightmare she had. The clock showed three AM in the morning, and her heart was pounding from the fear she felt. One she rarely felt anymore, feeling as Thomas was taking it over day by day, despite her unwillingness to share anything. Even the broken, ugly parts he ruined.
His cold eyes kept looking at her in the dream, so unfazed by the idea of her absence. The humiliation turned into physical tears rolling down her cheeks as the memories clouded her reasoning.
Getting up from her bed, she remembered the way he touched her. Avoiding her eyes, throwing his head back. Not bothering to bare himself, so eager to take but never give. Forcing her to pour from a completely empty cup.
Her bare feet were cold against the floor as she quickly made her way through the corridor, knowing where she'd find him. Swiftly opening the door to his office, Y/N didn't bother to say a word or wipe her tears away as she quickly walked up, not looking him in the eyes.
âY/N?â He asked, taking his glasses off and setting them on his desk while she suddenly pulled him back, creating more space to straddle his lap. Tears kept streaming in a smaller amount, but never ending as she ripped his shirt open, baring his chest.
âWhat are youââ He tried to speak up, but she didn't let him, as she pressed her lips against his so aggressively his breath caught in his throat.
Pulling on his belt she unbuckled it skillfully, a motion she knew too well from all these years ago. The inner pain burned her chest as she kissed and bit him, while pushing his arms away.
âShut upâ She hissed, as the humiliation from the memories took over her mind. The shame of giving and never asking for more. Of being taken and left without any rest. Pulling his pants open she stroked him impatiently, doing just enough to get him going. It wasn't difficult, as he was the only man she ever slept with, knowing his habits and body more than she'd care to admit.
Her nails raked over his throat and chest, ripping a deep groan from his throat.
He didn't dare to ask, feeling and giving everything she wanted to take. Despite the burning, the physical attraction and need she felt was stronger, her arousal glistening and visible as she lined him up with her entrance, not caring enough to be slow or subtle as she sank down on him fully. A subtle moan pushed past her lips as she squeezed her eyes tightly, doing the same thing he used to.
His eyes were wide open, taking the beautiful sight of her on top of him, but the expression on her face made him hurt so badly, he thought he might not survive. He reached out, wanting her to look at him, but she refused, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly as she moved on top of him frantically chasing her release.
âY/Nâ He begged quietly, as her hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing to cause pain.
âI hate you. I hate you so muchâ She whimpered, as his fingers dug into her thighs.
âPleaseâ He whispered, and she let go of his throat, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Thomas wanted to reach out to wipe her tears away, but he knew she wouldn't let him.
So he leaned forward, his forehead pressing against her collarbone when he let out a shaky breath.
âI love youâ He whispered weakly, holding her tightly as she haven't stopped moving even for a second, brimming on the edge.
âI hate you. I fucking hate youâ She cried out, opening her eyes as she looked down at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were half lidded but he didn't give up, staring and repeating like mantra.
âI love youâ kept spilling from his lips as she reached her peak, causing him to follow right after as they reached the release.
His head fell forward, tears escaping his tired eyes as she quickly got off of him, leaving him without a word.
***
Y/N was growing increasingly restless inside of the Arrow House. Her days had been filled with reading and finding activities to keep her sons occupied, which took less time than usual, as Thomas took every opportunity to spend time with them. There was one room she had only been in once prior on this visit. She shuddered at the memory of her desperate conflicted intimacy with Thomas. Y/N knew that room would hold a concentrated form of his presence and essence, even more so after that night. She wasnât sure if she felt strong enough to enter his sanctum again, but while Thomas was away on business and her boys were having their afternoon nap, the curiosity overcame her hesitation as she entered his space.
It was incredibly⊠him with deep mahogany furnishings and sumptuous emerald accents. During that night, she had paid no attention to the surroundings in the office - only to him and her inner emotions. Slowly she went deeper into his study, turning on a lamp at his desk. She could picture him here with those round glasses on, absorbed in matters of business both legitimate and less so. To the side of his desk was a small curio cabinet filled with antiquities and presumably family mementos. It hardly garnered a second thought from her until she noticed a figurine on the top shelf next to an old photograph of Thomas and his siblings. It was the figurine.
Before the war, before everything changed, she and Thomas would wander around Birmingham together - young and full of optimism. Both their families were poor and doing their best to survive in the cruel world, but they were the dreamers of their respective clans. He and Y/N often visited a certain shop that sold trinkets and collectables. Y/N yearned to be able to spend money on frivolous little objects like these one day. There was a specific figurine that she longed to own: a porcelain ballerina with graceful fingers and a white and pink lace ruffled skirt. She thought ballerinas were the most fairy-like women that walked the Earth. Of course neither of them could afford such a beautifully crafted figurine, but Y/N swore that one day they would walk in that shop and purchase her ballerina without a second thought to the cost.
That never happened, yet here it was, that same figurine she had seen so many years before sitting in Thomasâ curio cabinet in his most sacred space of his home. She didnât know what it meant, but she felt tears prick her eyes at the reminder of those beautiful days from their youth. If only they could be like that again. If only the war and the turmoil after it hadnât soured the tender young love they had known.
âI see you found your way back to my studyâ Thomasâ deep voice called from the doorway. Y/N was startled. She had been so lost in her memories and feelings that she hadnât noticed his presence. She shifted awkwardly.
âYeah, it seems like it.â She responded, glancing towards the curio cabinet. He slowly came up closer, a small grin on his face.
âWhat did you find?â Thomas asked, tilting his head to the side. Of course he knew what she saw, but wanted to hear it.
âI canât believe you remembered my ballerinaâ Y/N said, not meeting his gaze.
âI went back to the shop to get it, but old Mr. Jones said heâd sold it years before. It took some hunting, but I eventually found her. I was hoping to someday show it to you, but⊠seems like you found her instead.â
âWhy?â she questioned him in a small voice.
âBecause this is how I remember you. You always said the ballerina was like a fairy or goddess come to Earth, but to me⊠when I saw that ballerina figure, I saw you.â Y/Nâs eyes glistened with unshed tears as she glanced back towards the cabinet and then back at the man in front of her. Letting out a deep sigh, she wiped her eyes.
âWhy now? Why did it take you so long to⊠to do this? Anything. I waited so long and⊠and now it's too late, Thomas.â She said, looking at him with an expression that crushed him. Feeling his breath hitch painfully, he felt his throat tightening. He had grieved over losing her and now that Y/N was physically here, she had never felt more far away from him.
After looking into her eyes for a longer moment, Tommy grabbed her hand, slowly straightening it against his palm while the other one reached to his holster, pulling out his gun. Y/Nâs eyes widened, but his gaze remained locked on hers, not faltering.
Finally, he didn't feel the fear. Holding the loaded gun, he slowly shoved it into her smaller hand, aiming it forward before he closed his eyes. Pushing his forehead against the muzzle tightly, keeping her wrist upright.
âThen kill me.â He said out loud, the words hanging in the air for a moment. âBecause otherwise I will never let you go, no matter how hard you try.â
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Um⊠yeah
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Reminisce
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Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader
Summary | Your boyfriend of almost nine months finally reveals something to you.
Warnings | Consensual to NON CON, smut, forced breeding, baby trapping, scars, praise, forced orgasm, crying, blackmail?, past rape, lots of talk about rape, like a lot.
Words | 1.4 k
Notes | Pretend I posted this a week before Halloween like it says in the fic lol.
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 19: forced orgasm
Also idk this gif just reminded me of this part âhe stared down at you with half lidded eyes, just barely smirking at the state he had you in.â
âGood girl⊠Take my fucking cock.â He gruffed, wrapping a hand around your neck, fucking you even harder. You cried out and clung to his shoulders, trying to ground yourself. He was leaning over your body with your legs on his shoulders basically pushed flat against your chest, unable to do anything other than take it.Â
âJackson..â You whined. Each hard thrust was punching little breaths and grunts out of you and he stared down at you with half lidded eyes, just barely smirking at the state he had you in.Â
âGodâ This reminds me so much of our first date.â He groaned, confusing you. Your first date was at a restaurant and he only kissed you after walking you to your door⊠You didnât know what he was talking about and his cock ramming into you was making it really hard to think about it. He chuckled quietly when he saw your furrowed brows.Â
âYou donât remember? It was right here in this bed, you were dressed up as a cute little fairy for Halloween and I was wearing a maskâŠâ He trailed off, waiting for you to finally figure it out. Your stomach dropped as you recalled what was probably the worst night of your entire life. âYou looked so pretty crying and begging for me like that, I knew I had to make you mine.â He said with a small smile, sounding almost endeared.Â
You stared up at him in shock and horror as the small scar below your collarbone started aching at the memory. Thereâs no way that your boyfriend of almost nine months was the one who broke into your apartment and raped you last Halloween.Â
âW-what?â You said through a breath, voice barely audible. His smirk widened as he took in the terror on your face.Â
âI was thinking of waiting until Halloween, but I just couldnât help myself.â He chuckled. âPlus itâs only a week away, and I figured you might shut down on the actual day.âÂ
All you could do was stare at him, a huge wave of emotions crashing down on you. When the angle of his thrusts shifted a little and he hit that one spot inside of you, you suddenly remembered that he was still fucking you and you started pushing him away.Â
âGet the fuck off of me.â Any malice in your tone was completely overshadowed by fear. In response, he just grinned and squeezed your neck even harder until you gasped for air.Â
âYou were so tight that day⊠I havenât been able to stop thinking about it for almost a year.â He groaned, then his eyes flitted down to your chest. âAnd that scar⊠Every time I see it I remember how pretty you looked, crying and begging under me as you took my cock like a good little girlâ just like youâre doing now.âÂ
âGet off!â You yelled, the tears in your eyes beginning to fall as you thrashed under him. He shushed you and just grabbed your wrists to pin them above your head with one hand while the other moved to trace over the scar.Â
âYou know⊠The first time you got all choked up when I asked about it, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off.â He chuckled quietly, looking between your face and the scar with an almost fond expression.
âStop!â You screamed, becoming hysterical. âJackson, please.â When you broke out into a sob, he cursed under his breath and moaned loudly, his thrusts becoming more frantic.Â
âGod- you were crying just like thisâŠâ He groaned, dragging his gaze all over your tear streaked face. âOnly last time you werenât about to come on my cock.â He said smugly.Â
You shook your head almost violently, but you could feel your orgasm still approaching, despite what you just learned.Â
âAnd, between you and me⊠based on how hysterical you were last year, I was worried you wouldnât be interested in a relationship at allâ let alone sexâŠâ He said teasingly, but his voice was becoming breathless as he neared his own release. âBut you surprised me.â He chuckled quietly. You could barely focus on his words with how hard you were crying, feeling completely frozen underneath him. âYou were so desperate for it too. I guess thatâs normal though⊠Something about reclaiming control over your body and what not.â
âJackson, please stop.â You sobbed brokenly, but he wasnât deterred at all.
âStop? But you were just moaning like a little whore for me two minutes ago.â He said coyly.Â
âI hate you!â You suddenly screamed, making him laugh again.Â
âNo. You hate yourself because youâre about to cream all over your rapistâs cock.â The hand not holding your wrists down moved to rub your clit and your crying intensified.Â
âStop!â You shrieked, thrashing under him uselessly.Â
âBeg harder, baby⊠Iâm close.â He moaned as his thrusts sped up. The smirk on his face that used to make you blush, made you sick to your stomach this time.Â
You were mumbling incoherent protests and pleas and he let his head drop down as he moaned loudly. His fingers never faltered on your clit and you could feel your unwanted orgasm rapidly approaching.Â
âNo⊠Noâ please.â You sobbed weakly, making him look at you again.Â
âDo it, slut. Come on my fucking cock while I rape you again.â
You were crying almost violently now, tears streaming down your cheeks as you practically started hyperventilating. âPlease..â You whimpered, squirming under him weakly. The coil of arousal in your belly wound tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending you over the edge. âNo,â you sobbed and Jackson groaned as your pussy fluttered around his cock.Â
âOh, good girlâŠâ He cooed, making you cry harder. âThat's it⊠Cream all over my dick, baby.â His usually smug tone that used to fill your stomach with butterflies, now just made you nauseous.Â
âStop! Please stop, JacksonâŠâ You sobbed brokenly, unable to hold back your moans and whimpers as his fingers continued rubbing firm circles on your clit.Â
His lips parted in a silent moan and his eyes closed as his head fell forward, landing on your chest. With one final grunt, he bottomed out, his cockhead pressing against your cervix uncomfortably. You whined through quiet sobs, all while Jackson moaned⊠savoring every last bit of your suffering.
âFuck..â He said through a breathy laugh once his orgasm finally faded. He leaned up, taking in the sight of your glossy eyes and quivering lip, then grabbed your cheeks to hold you still, letting him kiss you. No matter how hard you tried to turn away, he was stronger. He only released you once he was completely satisfied. âMm⊠good girl.â He murmured, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. You were completely frozen under him, only able to let out hiccuping sobs.Â
âOh, I know, baby⊠I know.â He cooed, his voice overly sweet. âBut youâre not gonna leave me.â You stared at him, trying to keep a brave face, but you knew he could see your fear. âRaped twice? Youâre damaged goods, sweetheart. No respectable man is gonna want you now.â You let out a choked sob and closed your eyes, hearing him coo again.Â
âPlusâŠâ when his voice turned a little serious, your blood ran cold in anticipation, âyouâre gonna need me to stick around for our kid.âÂ
Your lips parted and you stared at him with both confusion and fear as you trembled. âWhat?â You asked, voice barely above a whisper.Â
âLucky me, finding a girl whoâs selfish enough to make sex feel less goodâ all because of the âhormonesâ and side effects of birth control.â He sneered, his voice cold but with a cruel, almost playful lilt. Then he casually added, âYou should be pregnant by now. Iâve been poking holes in all the condoms for almost two weeks.â
âJacksonâŠâ You sobbed brokenly, not even knowing how to react.Â
âI know, honey, but Iâll take good care of you.â He pet your hair gently, then wiped away the tears on your face. âYour boss should be getting something in the mail soon. After he fires you, youâll finally be able to live up to your full potential. You can move in with me and only have to worry about taking care of the house and our kids, and servicing my cock. Doesnât that sound nice?â All you could do was cry and shake your head.Â
âYouâre gonna love it.â He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. âI promise.â
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WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE
KINKTOBER DAY 31 - DOUBLE PENETRATION WITH JONATHAN CRANE AND JACKSON RIPPNER
Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader x Jackson Rippner
Summary.| In college, the twin brothers shared everything and everyone. Until Jackson took it too far and drove Jonathan away. Years later, Jackson shows up with an apology gift, and what's a better gift than you?
Warnings.| Noncon, dubcon, corruption kink, head both receiving, p in v, anal, fighting for dominance, double penetration, slight cockblocking, innocent kink, kidnapping, probable Stockholm syndrome, threesome, idk they're twins is that considered incest, rough sex.
Word count.| 7.3k
Notes.| And the finaleeeeeeeeee is here. This is literally porn with plot, but oh well, its the last day so I needed go wrap this up with a bang.
One minute was all it took for Jonathan to always live in the shadow of his older twin brother, Jackson.Â
Growing up, the twins were two peas in a pod. Jackson was overly protective over Jonathan, controlling what some would describe. It seemed that Jonathan was his little minion, others would rudely comment. But nevertheless, Jackson always looked after his younger brother. If there was ever a bully throwing pebbles at Jonathan, Jackson would search for the biggest rock to hurl at their head.Â
The tight nature of their relationship continued on into their college years. Typically, they went to the same campus, one that suited and benefitted Jacksonâs ambitions more than it did Jonathan. But Jonathan made it work outta love for his brother. Thatâs where their⊠little games⊠came into play.Â
All created by the mastermind himself, Jackson. Jonathan was a pawn who was more than willingly to partake. All to make his big brother proud of him and to experience those urges that he was so scared to confront. Until one day Jackson gracefully skipped over the line without care and Jonathan had finally had enough.Â
You could almost say Jonathan ran away from his old life. A fresh start, is how heâd word it. Gotham City was his oyster, the levels of fear and mayhem were constantly through the roof and Jonathan couldnât pack his bags quicker to abandon his old life.Â
These days, Jonathanâs sole focus was his work.Â
In the present day, Jonathan had just returned home from Arkham, he dropped all of his belongings in his home office. Right as he laid on his lounge chair, coat and vest removed, his report book in hand, there was a knock on the door. It was unordinary, visitors were a rare occurrence. And for the off occasions that they did, they were not welcome. With an eyebrow cocked, Jonathan chose to ignore the unknown visitor. But when the knock continued in an irritating manner, Jonathan flared his nostrils and snapped his book shut.Â
He strided down the hall, the heels of his polished shoes clicking on the wooden planks as he didnât even consider to peek at who was on his porch. The door flung open, but Jonathan became frozen in his stance. For a brief moment, Jonathan thought someone placed a mirror at his doorstep, but that familiar mischief grin and shaggy hairstyle eliminated that thought.Â
How many years had it been? Just over a decade now since Jonathan had stared at an almost perfect image of himself. Jackson brushed his hand through his damp hair, the common downpour in Gotham felt a bit too symbolic at the moment.Â
âJohnnyâ Jackson grinned cheerfully, his arms inviting him in for a hug.Â
An instant huff ran up from Jonathanâs lungs as his grip on the door tightened, prepared to slam it shut at any moment of impulse. As Jonathan slowly shook his head towards him, almost in a gear work motion, Jackson pouted back.Â
âWhy are you here?â Jonathan exhaled in annoyance, his posture straightened up as his eyes darted to the flash black Mercedes parked in the driveway. The one he noticed that was parked on the opposite side of the street as had returned homeÂ
âGeez, arenât you going to ask me how I am first?â Jackson chuckled, leaning towards the door, implying to be welcomed in. When Jonathan didnât budge, a pure face of zero emotion locked on, Jackson sighed in defeat. âJonathan Crane, a better last name than Rippner thatâs for sure, however my name is quite fitting these daysâ Jackson brought up with shrugged shoulders and a smug smile.Â
âHow did you find me?â Jonathan narrowed his eyes.Â
âNever lost youâ Jackson winked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the door. Silence quickly returned, the only sound being the rain attacking the roofing and cement outside. âWell, this isnât the reunion I was hoping forâ Jackson admitted, huffing lightly as stepping closer to enter, the tips of his polished shoes lined perfectly at the entrance. But Jonathan stood firmly in the way. âCome on, itâs been a long driveâ Jackson urged, giving him sarcastic puppy eyes.Â
Jonathan sighed, he knew his brother was as stubborn as him, if not more. Heâd say that heâd stay on the porch all night like a dog, but Jackson would be easily capable of breaking in. Hesitantly, Jonathan stepped back and Jackson jumped at the opportunity to get into the warmth of his home.Â
âNice placeâ Jackson complimented, his head nodding in a rhythm as he strolled around his home. âHowever, this town certainly suits you and that mind of yours!â Jackson laughed softly as he tugged down at his suit jacket and threw it towards the living room sofa. Jonathan didnât answer, he merely stalked him like a hawk, analyzing every sudden movement Jackson made. âBut so, howâs work? Working with the criminally insane, it must be a constant field day for youâ Jackson smirked, his mouth practically foaming with mockery.Â
âIt isâ Jonathan replied bluntly, his eyes remaining low.Â
âArenât you going to ask me what I do?â Jackson moped sarcastically, arms crossed over again.
âPersonally, I have no interestâ Jonathan answered sharply, looking up to Jackson. âWhy are you here Jackson?â Jonathan sighed, yet his voice was firm, his arms mimicking Jacksonâs.Â
âMy, how long are you going to be mad at me?â Jackson snorted.Â
Jonathan repeated his question firmly. Jackson groaned in defeat and stepped towards his brother as he rubbed his neck awkwardly.Â
âBecause⊠I never had an opportunity to apologizeâ Jackson began, his tone hinting of regret and concern. âProbably because you ran away as quickly as you could. But you canât say that I didnât try to talk to you!â He continued on, a slither of frustration on his tongue.Â
Jonathan stared blankly at Jackson, the last thing he wanted to do was think of that last memory together. Mentally, Jonathan was cringing at what unfolded, the emotions that stabbed at his heart. The stare off commenced, but Jackson knew Jonathan wouldnât flinch even if something was thrown in his direction. Quickly, Jackson caved in to his younger brother and rested his hand on his shoulder. Initially, Jonathan flinched, his narrow blue eyes quickly shot back and forward like a ping pong ball. Â
âI have brought you a gift. Something to repay our overdue broken relationship. An apology gift, to redeem me for my poor behavior in the pastâ Jackson revealed, a soft innocent smile on his lips.Â
Finally, Jonathan smiled at his brother. A smile that made him wonder how interesting it could be. The ideas were sprouting in his mind like seeds buried deep in the dirt. Gifts were never conventional on their behalf. The last item theyâd expect was a new shirt or pair of shoes. They always enjoyed the taboo things in life.Â
Jonathan needed a nuisance of a classmate to shut up? They'd fall down a flight of stairs shortly after. Jackson wanted to woo over a bird? Theyâd happen to literally go running into Jacksonâs arms after they were being chased by a masked figure on a late night.Â
After he made the assumption that Jackson had literally been following his footsteps for years, he hoped that he had gotten rid of some dogs sniffing at his work. Maybe a couple of supplies that could massively improve his research.Â
âIâm intriguedâ Jonathan replied, his eyes roaming over Jackson for any obvious hiding spot.Â
âGreat! Firstly I need to move my car into your garageâ Jackson explained as he waltzed off to the front door, dangling his car keys in his hand dramatically.Â
âWhy?â Jonathan inquired, trailing behind him.Â
âFor legal mattersâ Jakson said over his shoulder. Â
Jonathan stopped in his footsteps.Â
âJacksonâ Jonathan warned, but the fire of adrenaline and excitement couldnât help but to blaze.
âNo, trust me! Youâre going to love herâ Jackson said excitedly, almost skipping out of the front door into the pouring downfall.Â
âHer?â Jonathan almost choked.Â
After eventually convincing Jonathan to open the garage door, Jackson rolled into the garage, Jonathanâs arms crossed over as the garage door slowly but loudly crept down, his heart pounding in his chest. Jackson almost tripped over to his boot since he was that excited. The boot clicked and raised open. As Jackson looked into his boot, his face lit up with pure joy. Jonathanâs head leant over in curiosity, his feet unknowingly shuffled forward as all he could analyze was Jacksonâs expressions.Â
Jackson spoke quietly and wagged his finger into his boot. It was all out of Jonathanâs hearing range and he could feel the anticipation rise. Jackson turned his attention back to his brother and gestured for him to come over.Â
âI take it you never went into financeâ Jonathan sighed as stood before the boot, staring directly into it with an intrigued look. Â
âYeah, I decided to recruit myself into the army shortly after you disappeared, then a great opportunity came up for meâ Jackson explained calmly with a gentle nod.Â
There you were, crammed in the boot. Strained eyes completely wide as you bounced from one brother to the other. The twins stared at you with pure fascination. Jackson rubbed his fingers over his lower lip whilst Jonathan caressed his chin, dissecting every single spec of your appearance. You were only wearing a matching set of red lingerie, Jacksonâs favorite. Completed with a black ball gag latched in your mouth. You trembled like an abandoned puppy with your wrists and ankles bound together. A fresh set of tears trailed down your recent tear stained cheeks.Â
âDare I ask what you do?â Jonathan asked emotionlessly.Â
âLetâs just say, people ask me for favors and I deliver. But hey, I was promoted to manager recentlyâ Jackson gloated, his eyes ran over the goosebumps on your skin.Â
âWho is she?â Jonathan inquired, but his tone lacked care.Â
âSome rich fuckerâs daughter. They wanted me to use her as ransom, then dispose of her afterwards. But she was such a good girl for me! My heart fought against itâ Jackson exclaimed, a gleeful smile on his lips as the back of his hand moved your hair behind your ear.Â
âHow human of youâ Jonathan snorted.Â
âI canât keep her. I travel too much. I wouldnât be able to look after her the way she needs to be. But fuck, Iâd regret⊠Disposing of her. Sheâs been my best fuck yâknow? Itâd be too much effort to hire someone to watch over her, not that I would even trust anyoneâ Jackson explained through a frustrated tone.Â
That was the last thing he needed, to be your full time carer. It was typical for Jackson to pass off his broken toys to Jonathan. No, Jonathan had a perfect life, one that had no desires for authentications.Â
âSo this is a babysitting gig?â Jonathan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Jackson.Â
âNo, this is me making it up to you. Sheâs my favorite girl, so Iâm giving her to you completely, well almost anyways. Call us even nowâ Jackson nodded, proud and satisfied with his offering.Â
Jackson was never marriage material, eventually heâd grow bored of you and throw you into the trash. But he knew that you deserved better, you needed to be looked after by someone that cares. Jonathan on the other hand, had that twisted obsessive nature that just screamed for someone to fulfill his personal needs. Despite how often he fought it and blocked it out, he needed companionship, somebody to hold onto in the middle of the night to keep his own nightmares at bay. Jackson already figured it out, youâd be his anchor.Â
âJackson- Thatâs not calling it even⊠Youâve already soiled herâ Jonathan argued as he pressed his fingers to his forehead, Jackson snorted at his precise choice of words.Â
âOh come on! Iâve already planned it all out. Do whatever you want with her! I donât mind! It really works for your benefit⊠She can be a little experiment for you. All I ask if that you donât fuck her mind up too dramatically, I still want to drop by every now and again to see herâ Jackson fought back, his similar blue eyes darting from his twin back to you, unable to keep his tongue away from licking his lips. Jonathan cocked an eyebrow at Jackson. The other twin laughed softly at his face of suspicion and confusion. âI know what you do at Arkham Johnny. Itâs some fucked up shit. I didnât realize our childhood was that badâ Jackson joked.Â
âMy work is for the greater goodâ Jonathan hissed, jaw locked.Â
âShow me the mask and let me be the judge of thatâ Jackson patted his shoulder harshly.Â
âOnly if you induce some of my toxinâ Jonathan shot back, a dirty glare locked in.
âHard passâ Jackson chuckled.Â
Both of them simultaneously turned their heads back onto you, you were shaking like a tree caught in the wind, tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. Jackson felt his arousal spark to his lower region, he always loved seeing how helpless and dependent you were.Â
âI donât want herâ Jonathan shook his head.
Jacksonâs proposition was impractical, Jonathan would have to watch you constantly. He was far too deep into his work to crawl his way back out, Jackson would just have to figure something else out for you.Â
âNow! I know you always preferred bad girls. But this innocent sweet little thing really hits the spot, trust meâ Jackson persuaded as he ran his hands up your cold curves.Â
No, Jonathan couldnât keep you full time. It was too much effort, youâd be distracting, irritating and costly. Not to mention, knowing that this was just an easy way out for Jackson made him fight against it. He had been over helping his brother for a long time, he was not going to walk back down that track.Â
âMy answer remains the sameâ Jonathan firmly stated, not cracking the slightest bit.Â
âWell, Iâm sure you can get a bite out of her if you really push herâ Jackson snickered.Â
Jonathan didnât bite at his remark. Both blue sets of eyes watched you as you whined into your gag. The rope had cut into your flesh and the gag made your jaw ache. Jonathan wondered how long Jackson had been driving for with you confined into the boot. It was the middle of winter and the thin blanket was kicked off to the side, perhaps during a panic attack throughout the drive.Â
No, stop wondering about you.Â
The curiosity was loose on its lead. Jonathan needed to shut down the vast of ideas. But you were just so gratifying to the eye. Especially in all of that (or should he say little?) red. No, he had too many experiments already. Usually he would say the more the merrier, but he knew youâd be time consuming.Â
âTake her and leaveâ Jonathan reminded him as he turned his head away from you.
Jonathanâs throat tightened, he swore he could feel a ball of sweat drip down. But Jackson only gave him a cocky look and pulsed his lips. Â
âHave a taste of her first, then tell me thatâ Jackson chuckled, leaning closely to his brother.Â
âNo, I must declineâ Jonathan waved his hands in dismissal.Â
âCome on, look at her!â Jackson objected, pointing his hands at you. Quickly, Jackson wrapped his arm around Jonathanâs shoulders. âWhen was the last time you got laid Jonathan?â Jackson whispered, out of your hearing range, a wicked grin on his lips. A beat. Jackson twisted his head and looked Jonathan in the eyes. âJohnny? When was the last time?â Jackson repeated, sounding far more concerned this time round.Â
Jonathan cleared his throat and shrugged at his shoulders. âI have other greater focuses than sexual desiresâ Jonathan answered bluntly.Â
Jackson scoffed loudly and flung himself off of him as if he was contagious. âAlways so technical!â Jackson insulted harshly.Â
âEnough Jacksonâ Jonathan raised his hand.Â
Jackson sat on the edge of the boot. As you were silently sobbing, his hand reached back to comfort you. As you looked up to him pleadingly, he scratched your chin.Â
âWe had so much fun in college together! Donât tell me you did it just for your big brotherâ Jackson winked, already knowing the truth.Â
âCorrect. What was your saying? Whatâs yours is mine. I wasnât able to look at someone else without you catching onâ Jonathan hissed, resisting not to snap out and jab his fingers on his chest.Â
âI just didnât want to miss out on the funâ Jackson shrugged his mouth, twisting his shoe on the floor like a disobedient child. Jonathan blinked darkly at him. âAlright, alright! Iâm sorry about⊠Fuck, what even was her name?â Jackson muttered as he scratched the side of his head.Â
Jonathan scoffed and turned his head away. Jonathan was infatuated with a fellow classmate. She was the total package in his eyes, at least his primal desires lead him to believe. She had led him on, whispered dirty fantasies in his ear for weeks. Unfortunately, Jackson eventually caught on and jumped at the opportunity. Quickly after, Jonathan walked into their dorm room with Jackson blowing at her backside whilst eagerly telling him to join in.Â
âHey, since we are speaking about her⊠I remember seeing her on the news years ago. Iâm crossing my fingers that it was just a coincidenceâ Jackson spoke in a low tone, but his eyes were wide with curiosity.Â
âShe got what she deservedâ Jonathan answered in a dead tone.Â
âFuck, you really are crazy!â Jackson bellowed out.Â
Your cries increased, causing both sets of eyes to snap onto you. Jackson tutted and leant down to you, his warm hands somehow sent shivers down your skin as he caressed you. Jonathan watched with intrigue as he tried to calm you. Jackson was treating you like a lost puppy.Â
âBabygirl, babygirl⊠Calm down, Iâm sorting out your new home, my little brother just loves to be a stuck up twat at times'' Jackson chuckled, his thumb rolled over your chin whilst you tried to get your crying under control.Â
âYou need to leaveâ Jonathan stated sharply, his arms crossed over his chest yet again. Jackson looked over his shoulder.Â
âJonathan, I hate to put it all on you. But if you canât take her, Iâll have to kill herâ he said casually.
You screamed out and Jonathanâs cock couldnât help but to twitch in his trousers. Had he been hard this whole entire time? But Jonathan shook off those urges.Â
âI donât care what you do with her. I will not be involved in your affairs againâ Jonathan determined.Â
âFuuuck, Iâm sorry babygirl⊠I tried my best, I really didâ Jackson sighed as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. You shrieked out and squirmed around frantically.
âFuck Jackson, not here!â Jonathan hissed.Â
âOh, her screams can be piercing. I canât risk her drawing attention as Iâm stuck in rush hourâ Jackson explained.Â
He balled his fists, but reluctantly let go of all of his anger as he locked eyes with you. The fear, oh the fear on your face was a perfect performance. It was hypnotizing. Jonathan was ready to drop to his knees to beg for you completely. But he knew he could bend you in whatever way. Jackson was as smart as he was dumb. It was a foolish move to offer you to him, Jonathan would corrupt you in ways neither of you knew.Â
His hand rested on his shoulder as Jackson taunted the blade towards you.Â
âEnoughâ Jonathan blinked.
âWell, what else am I supposed to do Johnny?â Jackson acted dumb, a mischief grin on his lips.
Jonathan didnât reply, his eyes glued onto yours. Your words were muffled, but it was clear as day with how desperately you were pleading for your life. There was that look again, one that Jackson almost forgot about. The seed of obsession finally sprouted in Jonathanâs eyes.Â
âShe has lovely eyes, doesnât she?â Jackson hummed.Â
âYes, youâre correctâ Jonathan replied. âDoes she have a name?â he asked softly.Â
Jackson murmured your name and Jonathan couldnât resist but to groan it out. Such a fitting name. But the color or size of your eyes wasnât the reason for your beauty. It was the fear that swam like pretty fish in a pond. Jonathan reached out to touch you and you flinched, your chest shaking.Â
âShh, you donât have to be scared sweetheart. I wonât hurt youâ Jonathan assured as he slowly went to touch you again.
Not yet always.Â
âOh, you poor thing⊠Youâre so coldâ Jonathan pouted as his hands traveled over your thighs. âOpen the doorâ Jonathan ordered as he reached into the boot to pick you up.Â
âOkay bossâ Jackson grinned as he headed towards the door.Â
Jonathan sat you up on the sofa in the living room, followed by both of the brothers sitting at either side of you. Their similar soft blue eyes beamed into your soul, you werenât sure which one to look at. For the familiar brother had this dark smug look on his face and the other oneâs eyes were dissecting you like a pig. So you resulted in staring at a random spot in the living room, you glued your eyes onto the cream lamp, and tried to find the beauty in its design. Your shoulders caved forward, skin trembled, but thankfully Jonathan already had the heating on. It was sure that youâd warm up in no time.Â
âIs she resistant?â Jonathan asked, his hands trailing over your bounded hands.Â
The red marks on your skin were mixed of fresh and old, he wondered how often you tried to break free. Jacksonâs hand slipped through your hair to your scalp, he scratched your head as he admired you.Â
âTimid little thing she is. Sheâs quite cooperative. I doubt sheâd dare to look in the wrong direction with the two of us hereâ Jackson answered with a dark smile.Â
Jonathan examined your body, a soft exhale escaped his lips as his hands ran up and down your bare skin. Daringly, you locked eyes with the twin brother, his eyes softened, a smirk crept onto his lips.Â
âYouâre so cold sweetheart. So, so cold. Couldnât he have given you something warmer to wear?â Jonathan teased as he leant closer to you, his breath fanned at your skin. Typically, you shuddered, which he adored.Â
âNot my fault she kicked off her blanketâ Jackson shrugged his shoulders, no empathy in sight.Â
Jonathan gently undid your gag. A deep inhale came from you as you rotated your tense, aching jaw. Then you looked over to your abductor.Â
âJa-Jacksonâ you whimpered out hoarsely, your jaw stung.Â
Jackson was quick to move his body towards yours, his cruel arms wrapped over your shoulders as he rubbed his nose against your cheek. A hint of jealousy flashed in Jonathanâs bright blue eyes, his arms should be around you, your body should be leaning into his. You laid your head on him as you tried to stretch out your jaw. How was it that you were showing trust to your abuser? Jacksonâs eyes flickered from you both, he instantly picked up on the thoughts running through Jonathanâs mind.Â
âItâs okay baby girl, my brother will be gentle⊠Maybeâ Jackson chaffed as he patted your inner thigh. He leant into your ear, but didnât bother to whisper. âGive Johnny a kiss for welcoming us into his homeâ he ordered.Â
Your lips wobbled as you examined the seriousness in his command. Submissively, you turned your head towards Jonathan. A frustrated exhale left Jonathanâs lips, he didnât like Jackson being in control still. But at the same time he couldnât pass on feeling the sensation of your lips combined. You suckled on his lower lip breifly. Then Jonathan deepened the kiss, his hands tugged your body onto his, Jackson chuckled knowingly. With his tongue deep in your mouth, he explored every inch of you. The way your innocent moans and whimpers would vibrate was celestial.Â
Jackson pressed his front against your behind. One hand rested on your hip whilst the other tangled itself into your hair. Playfully, heâd gently tug your head back, just to watch Jonathanâs expression turn more animalistic as he tried to keep your mouths combined. After a few minutes of that, Jackson abruptly pulled your head back, his head pressed against the side of your neck, Jonathanâs eyes narrowed.
âCome on baby girl, show him your gratitude and suck his cockâ Jackson kindly suggested.
Jackson pushed you onto the floor, not harshly yet not kindly. With his cock begging to be set free from his trousers, Jonathan couldnât look past that idea. Eagerly, he unbuckled his belt and welcomed his aching member. The binds made it hard for you to get comfortable on your knees, but you quickly shuffled closer to Jonathan.Â
He leant forward to make it easier for you, his hands slipped into your hair as he guided you down his length. Jonathan was longer, Jackson was thicker. But they both had that same smooth look. Your eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment as you tried to do good, just like Jackson taught you to. You gagged out as you finally reached the base, it was so difficult to do with your hands restrained.Â
Jackson praised you, his hand rubbing your shoulder as fresh tears broke free. Even though Jacksonâs comments were irritating, Jonathan couldnât help but to like how it motivated you to keep going.Â
 âFuck sweetheart, youâre doing a terrific jobâ Jonathan complimented as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand.
âAlright, come here baby girl, itâs my turnâ Jackson hummed as he slipped his hand to his belt.Â
A tidal wave of jealousy crashed over Jonathan suddenly. Literally fuck that, Jonathan will not be edged to watch his brother enjoy your sweet mouth. The same mouth that he had been abusing for months now. The mouth that is supposed to be a gift for him. His hands held your head towards his base.Â
âNo, your lips will stay around my cock until I finishâ Jonathan demanded calmly, your cheeks hollowed out to please him.Â
âJohnnyâ Jackson warned as his fingers tightened around his leather belt.Â
âYou brought her here for me, did you not?â Jonathan challenged, cocking a confident brow towards him. Â
âSo fucking greedyâ Jackson muttered as he fell back onto the couch. Jonathan scoffed at his remark. His palm kneaded over his bulge, eyes fluttered with boredom of being cockblocked by his brother of all people. âCome on baby girl, show him how good I taught you to beâ he coached as he noticed Jonathanâs shoulders tremble lightly.Â
He leant forward again, your head bobbed up and down almost mechanically. Just the way he taught you so. Then, his member slipped free from your mouth, you ran your tongue down underneath and suckled on his balls. A quick, pathetic moan slipped out of his lips. A mischief grin grew on Jacksonâs lips as he observed Jonathan try to keep a composed expression and figure. Jonathan used to moan all of the time, it was cute, him trying to act all tough nowadays. Â
âCome on baby, pretend itâs me in your mouthâ Jackson egged on, his tongue licked over his lips. Jonathanâs nostrils flared as he saw you look over to his brother.Â
âDonât listen to him and look at meâ Jonathan ordered harshly.
His mouth fell open, vicious growls grunted out as his hands tugged at your roots to guide your mouth back throat deep onto him. When he spurted his white thick ropes out, his hips raised and eyes rolled back. A long overdue moan echoed throughout the room. You kept your head down like a good girl indeed. Gradually, he freed you and you gasped out for air.Â
They both admired the way you struggled for calm breathing. The way your eyes squeezed shut, chest heaved and body trembled. Finally, Jackson undid his belt and pulled it from the loops.Â
âSo are we going to fuck her together like old times or what?â Jackson arrogantly asked as he stood up.Â
Jonathan scoffed and stood up quickly, he squeezed his base to get the blood flowing again. âWhat makes you think I desire to go back to that trauma?â Jonathan dissed.
âWow, time has certainly changed youâ Jackson snorted. âCome on Johnny, for old times sakeâ he smirked, his hand resting on his shoulder.Â
When you coughed out, the taste of salt all over your tongue, they both looked down at you. You sat on your side, your legs curled in and arms propped in front of you to hold your tired body up. It showed all of your curves perfectly.Â
âSuch an ideal bodyâ Jonathan whispered, Jackson hummed in agreement. âHelp me untie herâ Jonathan ordered suddenly as he got onto the floor with you.Â
Both of the brothersâ hands trailed over your skin. The goosebumps werenât from the coldness anymore. Gentle moans escaped your lips as Jackson squeezed those random sensitive spots on your body, a cheeky smirk on his lips as he untied your feet. Jonathanâs eyes stalked you as he untied your wrists, you gulped as you looked up to him, he nodded his head to reassure you.Your body ached completely, you brought your hand up to your mouth and wiped it clean.Â
âGonna need to stretch you out completely after thisâ Jonathan sighed.
Jonathan lifted you up, his arms wrapped around the small of your back. Jackson came up and pressed himself up behind you. Jonathan coached you to reach up to the ceiling, praising you as you held your arms up to help relieve some of the tension in your body. Whilst Jackson kissed your neck sloppily, praising you of how good you always smell and taste. Â
âSheâs scared of youâ Jonathan pointed out.
The look in your eyes was too familiar for him to determine as anything else. Jackson chuckled at the elephant in the room.ïżœïżœÂ Â
âYeah I mean I did steal her away, but she still likes me, donât you baby?â Jackson murmured.Â
âY-yes Jacksonâ you whispered, your head turning slightly back.Â
âSheâs really shy, it'll take some time for her to talk to youâ Jackson mocked smugly.Â
âHold her upâ Jonathan clicked his tongue.Â
Jonathan dropped to his knees and spread your knees apart. A shudder echoed through you as his slender digits traced over your inner thighs. Teasingly, he slowly pulled your thong off and planted gentle kisses on your calves. Then his fingers brushed over your glistering bare cunt. He could only assume that Jackson waxed you regularly, he hated hair down there. But all of the drip that trickled down your legs fueled his ego. He didnât realize someone could get so turned on by giving head. Firstly he nibbled at the skin near your entrance. Gradually, his tongue motioned over to your clit, then he took your folds in his mouth. Embarrassed, you bit onto the insides of your cheeks, your moans grumbled out of you as your hips squirmed around.
âDonât hold back your moaning baby, let it all outâ Jackson chuckled, his hand slipped underneath your bra and pinched at your hardened nipple.Â
Following his orders, you let up your shameful moans and flexed your hips back and forward. Jonathan grinned as he held onto the back of your thighs, his tongue deep in your warmth. You tasted like a golden apple, his tongue flicked over to every spongy spot it could reach. Your head fell back on Jacksonâs shoulders as you felt your orgasm grow within your heated skin. His fingers rolled over your nipple as Jonathan rubbed his nose against your clit. A sudden hypnotic moan erupted in the room as you entered your state of pure bliss. You could have sworn that you saw stars, but you always thought you saw stars these days since being in Jacksonâs care.Â
You slumped into Jacksonâs arms. Jonathan took great pleasure in cleaning up your climax. Leaving plenty of sloppy kisses on your inner thighs afterwards. With a gentle tug to his newly formed erection, he looked up to your beauty.Â
âThank you Jonathanâ you gulped out as he rose to his feet.Â
Jackson smirked behind you as Jonathan smiled softly at you. Manners were always a requirement for him, heâs taught you so wellâŠ
âAnytime sweetheartâ Jonathan winked.Â
âYou want to fuck her pussy first or what?â Jackson winked back at Jonathan.Â
Jonathanâs sweet expression soured instantaneously.Â
âHer cunt is mine onlyâ Jonathan spat with possessiveness, eyes two pitch black pools of greed.Â
âJonathanâ Jackson gritted his teeth. âYouâre skating on thin ice, Iâm not a nice guy if given blue ballsâ he addressed, his hold on you tightened.Â
âWant me to forgive you? Iâm having this my wayâ Jonathan fought, a daring look on his face.Â
âFine, just for tonight thoughâ Jackson exhaled dramatically as his hand rolled over your lips. âAre we going to the bedroom?â Jackson teased as Jonathan pressed his front to yours again.
âYouâre not stepping foot into my roomâ Jonathan huffed.Â
âFuck my badâ Jackson rolled his eyes.Â
There was zero care in Jonathanâs blood as he kissed you passionately, your body pressed back up against Jackson. Your arms trembled as you hesitantly wrapped them around his neck. Swiftly, Jonathan pulled you away from his brother, his hands carefully roamed over your bare skin and gripped onto your rear.Â
âOkay darling, youâre gonna show me how well you can ride my cock, you okay with that?â Jonathan hummed as he guided you back to the couch.Â
You tried to look over to Jackson for assurance, but Jonathan pressed his fingers to your jaw, keeping your eyes on him. Jackson watched darkly behind, his arms crossed over his chest as Jonathan whispered words into your ear. Then, you were carefully unbuttoning Jonathanâs white shirt. Jacksonâs nostrils flared as he started to unbutton his own. When his undershirt was pulled over his head, Jonathan fell onto the couch, making sure that you straddled his snatched waist.Â
He took off his glasses, but smiled as your beauty was still clear. Guiding your eager cunt above his dripping tip, you weighed your body onto his. You whined sweetly as every inch brought a new nourishing sensation to your tunnel. As you adjusted to his length, Jonathan grinned smugly at Jackson.Â
âHereâs what we are going to do⊠Weâre going to show Jacky how much better I fuck you? Alright sweetheart?â Jonathan instructed optimistically.Â
âOh Jonathan! Where did this confidence come from!â Jackson praised as he clapped his hands together.
Despite the heavy attempt to be cockblocked and degraded, he couldnât help but to feel proud of Jonathan. Back in the day, Jonathan practically sat in the corner waiting for his turn. Heâd be so shy, timid, awkward with a girl. Jackson really had to coach Jonathan on what to do, and how not to finish so damn fast.Â
Jonathan ignored Jackson and motioned his hips up and down, the pace increased with each thrust. As the motions picked up, your usual stiff figure seemed to be melting like candle wax. Your head was buried in the crook of Jonathanâs neck, but Jackson had a perfect view of your needy hips acting like a bitch in heat. That look in Jonathanâs eyes was nothing that Jackson had ever seen in him before.Â
A look of fear crossed Jacksonâs face. The realization that Jonathan was going to be completely possessed by you spiked his jealousy. The idea of it felt perfect in his head, but now that it was real, Jackson feared heâd regret it the next time heâd drop by. Jonathan was going to corrupt you. Turn his good girl bad.Â
No, fuck that. Youâd remember who you truly belong to, always.Â
Your legs were pushed out on the couch, cheeks spread apart, back hole on display for Jackson like a toy store at Christmas time. Finally, Jackson stripped his upper body naked and freed his eager member, soundlessly stepping towards you.Â
âJacksonâ Jonathan growled as he pressed his tip to your back hole.Â
âOh trust me, she loves analâ Jackson promised, one hand on your hip, the other on his size.Â
You didnât like it, it was clear by your initial expression. Immediately your stomach tensed as you felt Jackson intruding your back tunnel. The logic inside made Jonathan want to push Jackson off of you. However, he liked how frightened you were of Jackson, and how dependent you were on him instead because of it. Even if you didnât notice it yet, because he had already picked up on how your arms are tightened around his neck and face inched closer to his. Likewise to what Jackson said, it works to his benefit.Â
âYouâll be okay sweetheart, just look at me okay?â Jonathan reassured.Â
You were crying intensely, but Jonathan couldnât help but to get turned on even more by it. Luckily for you, Jonathan wasnât a massive fan of anal either. So youâd never have to worry around him. Jacksonâs thrusts were forceful, his lower lip in between his teeth as he took out the frustration Jonathan forced on him. Even though you hated having your backside abused, your puckered hole always seemed to wrap around his cock perfectly.Â
âSuch a good girl, youâre doing a terrific job sweetheartâ Jonathan continued on, his hips rotated in circles.Â
âYeah, taking two fucking cocks. That's my good little whoreâ Jackson huffed as he slapped your rear.Â
âJo- Ja-â you panted, not knowing whoâs name to moan.Â
âSay it, say my nameâ Jonathan urged, his damp fingers pressed against your clit.Â
âJonathanâ you whined pathetically.Â
Jonathan smiled wickedly and hummed his praise. Earning a dirty look from Jackson. Jacksonâs hand looped your hair as he pulled you back. He snarled by your ear, his nostrils flaring like a beast.Â
âJackson!â you panted, earning a satisfied grin from him.Â
âStill my good girl?â Jackson whispered, out of Jonathanâs range.Â
âYes!â you promised instantly.Â
âGood girlâ Jackson grumbled before he pressed his lips to your heated cheek.Â
He stayed over your back, giving you sloppy kisses left, right and center. It wasnât common for Jackson to kiss you, only mainly during aftercare. But this urge inside of him demanded to show his brother whoâs property you really were at the end of the day.Â
âDoesnât her pussy just feel like paradise Jonathan?â Jackson smirked, their cocks slowly disappearing and reappearing out of you.Â
âIt doesâ he agreed gleefully.Â
âUnderstand why I said best fuck now?â he asked confidently.Â
âCertainlyâ Jonathan moaned as you clenched around him.Â
No one was sure if it was a competition as to who would finish first or last. Jonathan brushed your cervix repetitively, you moaned out in awe, a wide smile on your lips as your hips rocked faster and faster. Jackson hardly had to move his hips, you were that energetic. Both of them soon worried if they would be able to keep up with you.Â
âFuck baby girl, Iâm close⊠Are you?â Jackson exhaled, his hands squeezed your cheeks.Â
âShe isâ Jonathan chimed in, the corners of his lips wide apart. âI can feel her squeezing me for dear lifeâ he pointed out.Â
âFuck Jonathan!â you suddenly screamed, a beautiful piece of art of pain and pleasure on your face.Â
âThat feels perfect doesnât it?â Jonathan teased, his fingers caressed your cheeks.Â
Jackson was gobsmacked. Where did Jonathan learn to talk like this, him, obviously. But it was almost like looking into his reflection, Jonathan had stepped out of his shell and broke it to pieces. Not to mention his dick game seemed to be evolved into a unknown creature.Â
âUghh! So good Jonathan! So-soâ you stammered.
Your vision turned blurry as you felt your second orgasm climb higher than it ever has before. Never had Jackson heard you so vocal. Yes he could turn you into a moaning mess, but rarely would he get proper words out of you. You were just always so timid around Jackson. Somehow Jonathan has already gotten under your skin and Jackson found himself pumping his cock into you the way he knew it would make you scream.Â
Jackson had always treated you like a shiny obnoxiously big trophy. He wanted to show off how he always had the best in the world. But Jonathan treated you like a priceless artifact, almost worshiping you even though you were supposed to be at his feet. It was known that he was studying you right now, figuring you out completely as you turned into a complete slut for them. Both of the brothers suffered from hubris traits. One of them may end up dying for you one day.Â
You came first, Jackson thought that heâd melt into goo with how your entire body tensed. They both had to hold onto you as your body shook with massive vibrations. Your head dropped forward, Jonathan kissed you passionately as he pumped his tip against your sensitive walls. The sound of your moans were so angelic, they could listen to you for hours.Â
Then followed Jonathan, he couldnât hold himself back any longer. His hold on you tightened as his cock completely disappeared inside of you. As your canal was marked in his white ropes, Jonathan gave you a tender kiss as he shuddered. Proudly, Jackson came last, filling your back tunnel full of his cum. It was always a sight to see his seed drip out of your holes. Somewhat instinctively, you pushed your body back up against Jackson. It took all of your strength, but Jackson held onto you and kissed you sensually. With his hands massaging your posterior, he let you go back to lay on Jonathan. All of you were covered in hot sweat, but only you and Jonathan were out of breath.Â
âOh, how Iâm going to miss you babygirlâ Jackson murmured to himself as he fixed his trousers back to normal.Â
The two of you were latched as one, your eyes closed as Jonathanâs hands traced over your upper arms. With your head buried back in the crook of his neck, Jackson chuckled as he slipped on his undershirt.Â
âYeah, she loves to be held afterwards. Sheâll quickly fall asleep in your arms if you donât let goâ he explained arrogantly, beginning to button up his dress shirt.Â
âYou can leave now Jacksonâ Jonathan exhaled, his nose twitched.Â
âOh come on, I wonât say goodbye to her that easily. I have to stay at least a couple of days, my flight isnât until next week so no point in trying to get rid of meâ Jackson laughed softly.Â
He needed the next few days to ensure you remember whose feet youâll always kneel before. The challenge would be fun. But Jackson couldnât help but to bloom as the nostalgic sensation, he missed Jonathan. Not that heâd ever admit that.Â
âHow about I go get us all some takeaway and you two can get to know each other better in the meantime?â Jackson cocked an eyebrow. It was always a yes in his opinion if Jonathan remained silent. He picked up his jacket and waltzed towards the front entrance. âStill like Japanese!â Jackson called out before slamming the door shut.Â
Your head popped up at the sound, you gulped, your mouth dry and reality weighing heavily on you. His soft blue eyes returned to their dark state. As your figure turned stiff, Jonathan smirked at the mellow fearful look in your eyes.Â
âFuck sweetheart, I just might need to call in sick for work tomorrowâ he admitted.
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"đ đŹđđŁđ©đđ đđđą đ©đ€ đšđđ đŹđđđ© đ'đą đđ€đđŁđ đ©đ€ đđ€ đ©đ€ đźđ€đȘ." | dark!jackson rippner x reader
(I'm sorry but also no I'm not because wes craven knew exactly what he was doing when he put that line in the movie... he fucking knew...)
đšđȘđąđąđđ§đź | after following you for weeks as part of his job, jackson got a few ideas in his head about making you his, but finding out you had a boyfriend meant he needed to change his approach.
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đŹđđ§đŁđđŁđđš | DARK NONCON SMUT (18+ only, don't keep reading if you're not physically or emotionally mature enough to manage your own content consumption please and thank you), knife kink, stalking, forced exhibitionism, forced infidelity, humiliation, vaginal and anal sex (whoops), pain kink/painal, ass to pussy (god this fic is disgusting lmao), hair pulling, brief breeding kink/forced breeding, some angst but really it's just filth
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Following you was just part of the jobâ and Jackson did not like his job mixing with his personal life.
The problem was, he hadnât had much of a personal life lately. No time for it; one or two hook-ups, women he met in bars, but thatâs it. And believe it or not, he wanted more than that. Nobody would accuse Jackson of being sentimentalâ not really an attitude you can have when you organize illegal weapons sales and political assassinationsâ but he wasnât made of stone. He wanted to be able to share at least part of his life with someone⊠or, you know, have a nice set of legs waiting for him at home that he could get between every night. Either, or both, would do.
It was an unfortunate coincidence that his realization that he wanted a girlfriend, or at the very least a plaything of his own, came right around the same time that he started to follow you. He was only doing it to pick up on your habits, figure out a way to get to you so he could blackmail you into being his inside man for his next job. It was supposed to be pretty simple: you were a museum events coordinator in charge of an upcoming lecture series which would feature a speech from a Bolivian presidential candidate who was unfortunately unfriendly to cartels. The American government not only endorsed him, but had him under incredibly tight security. This speaking event was going to be a rare chance to get to him in a public space without metal detectors, and Jackson was being compensated generously to ensure your museum would let a few extra attendees in the back.
But see, the Bolivian presidential election was the last thing on Jacksonâs mind as he watched you through your window. His eyes drifted all over you, mesmerized by the way you prepared yourself for your dayâ styling your hair in the mirror, smoothing the wrinkles in your white button-up, pulling those stockings up your thighsâŠ
He caught himself biting his lip and shook it off, straightening up in the driverâs seat of his car; he knew he should probably leave then, beat you to your work and then wander into the museum to feign interest in a few artifacts before striking up a conversation. But he loitered a bit longer, letting himself imagine how quickly he could rip off those clothes you were so thoughtfully dressing yourself with.
Eventually, he managed to pull his attention away from you and start the car, sighing as he tried to remember his plan of attack for âaccidentallyâ meeting you later today.
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The museum mightâve been interesting, if he wasnât so distracted by you. He was loitering, hands in his pockets, pretending to look at the paintings and artifacts as he waited for you to be near enough to strike up an innocuous conversation with. Early in the day, he saw you give a tour to a couple considering the museum for a wedding location, but kept his distanceâ it could be a while before you were available and he didn't want you to notice him yet, or he'd have to justify having been in the museum all day by himself.
For the first time since heâd started this job, Jackson felt slightly nervous to speak to you. It was always a big step, going from following someone to actually approaching them, but usually it didnât give him any specific emotional reaction. Sure, he might feel a certain amount of pressure to do this correctly lest he blow the whole thing by tipping off his target, but he never was worried something would go wrong. This time, though, he felt his heart picking up every time he glanced at you from across the museum, closer to you than heâd ever been. His palms were even a bit clammy when he saw you walk by and realized this was the moment he needed to strike. God, did he really have a crush? How pathetic⊠but he couldnât worry about that now, he was about to lose his chance as you brushed by him quickly.
"Miss?" he got your attention, gently touching your shoulder through your shirt as you passed by; you seemed a little startled by the physicality, yes, but not exactly offended.
"Oh, umâ can I help you?" you said. Heâd heard you speak before, on the wiretap and all, but it was a little different in person like thisâ and directed at him.
"I was gonna ask you about this sculpture, if you didn't mind," he explained with a gentle smile.
"Oh, well, one of our dosants would love to talk to you about our collectionâ" you began, starting to look for the closest staff member designated to help him, but he interrupted.
"So, you don't know anything about the stuff here?"
Your attention moved back to him and you smiled to hide your obvious defensiveness. "No, I do," you assured, "I actually am uniquely equipped to tell you about this sculpture: I studied Incan art specifically during my master's program."
He gave his best 'quietly impressed' face and nodded; he knew he could get you with that, you had kind of a know-it-all thing going on, which he happened to find annoyingly attractive. "Alright, then tell me about it," he challenged.
"Well," you sighed, crossing your arms as you looked at the piece, "we got this one a few years ago, it's actually a ceremonial vesselâ thereâs the llama head and the bird on this side here, those were both animals with a lot of cultural significanceâŠâ
As you pointed out elements of the vessel, he leaned in ostensibly to look at where you were gesturingâ but it was all an excuse to get close to you, warm you up to him.
âThey wouldâve used this to pour essentially a form of beer on the ground,â you continued, âin hopes of increasing the strength of the crops and fertility."
"Fascinating," he smiled at you, and you didnât back away when he stood closer. Like fish in a barrel. "How old is it?"
"It's estimated to be about four or five hundred years old,â you explained.
"Wow," he nodded, looking at the stone carving behind the glass again. "It's interesting to me that humans have always made artâ and always been superstitious. Though I have to be honest, if I was living before the invention of birth control I don't think I'd be praying for fertility."
You smirked a little, and he hoped he hadn't gone too farâ but it was fun to look at you and know what you must be thinking about. He could only hope that you were thinking about it with him in mind.
âJackson, by the way,â he introduced himself, âmy nameâs Jackson. It feels unfair that youâve gotta wear the nametag and I get to be anonymous.â
You laughed a little, glancing down at the silver nametag on your blazer and then back up at him. âFair enough; welcome to our museum, Jackson.â
âSo, wait,â he tilted his head, âforgive the late reaction here, butâ if youâve got a masterâs degree of that caliber, howâd you end up as an event planner?â
âWell, believe it or not, the position does require historical knowledge,â you explained. âI started in curation, thoughâ just moved to events because I was too cooped up in the back offices⊠I like meeting new people.â
Although Jackson would never consider himself particularly empathetic, he did think he had a decent sense of peopleâ specifically, when they were lying. And that felt like a lieâ a white lie, maybe, but still. A lie you were telling yourself most of all, that this was what you wanted to do. And it wasnât that he really thought you disliked your job, moreso that his two weeks of following you did not indicate you harbored a strong desire to meet new people. You were a total homebody: rejecting offers to go out for drinks or dinner from friends and coworkers, staying up late watching TV instead of hitting the town or something, shrinking into your room every night and staying there until it was time to go to work again. Heâd only seen you leave your house once that first weekend, and it was to pick up groceriesâ thatâs it. No hot date, no concerts⊠almost no social life at all. Either you stayed late at the museum, or you went home.
And he also found that annoyingly attractive. Jackson, after all, was a workaholic himself; he imagined he would go out and do fun things, if he had the time, but right now nothing sounded better than going home and cuddling up with a sweet girl like you, being lazy couch potatoes together, resting after a long day of espionage, cyberterrorism, actual terrorism, and whatever else his work day got him up to.
âŠ.Jesus, when did he get so goddamn sentimental?!
âIt certainly seems like a unique job,â Jackson replied.Â
âEvery dayâs a little different,â you agreed.
âSounds like my job,â he snorted, âbut I donât work with other people muchâ I think it would be more entertaining with other people around. Especially when they can tell me everything there is to know about Incan art.â
âOkay, I donât know everything,â you backpedaled, not seeming to really notice the larger sentiment of his statement, âbut I can certainly hold my own. I like to think we all have something we know a little too much about, and could ramble for ages about.â
âYeah, I hope so, or weâre just weirdos,â he chuckled. âFor me itâs probably cocktails. Iâm not an alcoholic or anythingâ I actually donât drink that much, just socially, you knowâ but I have this thing where I can guess anybodyâs favorite drink order.â
âOh?â you raised an eyebrow.
âYeah,â he smirked, âbut hold on, I canât guess yours until I really get the vibes.â
âOh,â you nodded, âyeahâ vibes, sure.â
âHmm,â he pondered, narrowing his eyes as he looked you up and down, biting his lip like he was really thinking about it.
Here was the hard part: he really hadnât seen you go out for drinks this whole time, so he was actually going to have to guess. Of course, the fun part of this game was not actually getting it rightâ if anything, it worked better when he got corrected. All he really needed was to get you alone long enough to tell you who he really was, what he needed from you, and how he was going to motivate you to do it⊠but if he could actually seduce you first, that would be a hell of a bonus.
âIâm thinking something a little sweet, not too fruity though,â he thought aloud, âsomething classicâ you have an old soul, I think.â
You seemed to be a little surprised by that analysis, but he figured that meant he was mostly right.
âYour cocktail of choice is, obviously, a sidecar,â he announced.
For a second, he thought he might have got it from the way you smiled, but then you started to laugh. âYou were on the right track,â you admitted.
âDamn,â he snapped his fingers in playful frustration. After a pause, he realized, âyouâre not gonna tell me?â
âI figured Iâd give you another guess,â you explained.
âOr,â Jackson countered, âI could take you out tonight, and you could show me yourself. Your drink order, I mean.â
Alright, that was forward, but he figured heâd been doing well so far. Instead, though, you tensed up a bit, causing Jackson to knit his eyebrows together for a moment. âI would, really, but, I have plans tonight⊠with my boyfriend,â you said.
He swallowed behind a barely-suppressed frown. Following you for all this time and he hadnât noticed any boyfriend; were you lying just to get him to back off? Youâd seemed so flattered before. âOh?â Jackson tried to get out in his most neutral voice. âThatâs greatâ is he taking you somewhere nice?
âEven better,â you blinked quickly, a shy smile lifting your face. âHe works here at the museum, but heâs been gone almost an entire month to pick up some artifacts from around Eastern Europe⊠hasnât even been able to use a phone out there. So heâs promised to come over and give me a first look at everything he got, and apparently heâs brought something just for me, soâŠâ
âThatâs sweet,â Jackson replied, willing his nostrils not to twitch. âNice to know he was thinking of you all the way over there. I travel a lot for my work, actually, and itâs⊠hard to find somebody loyal these days.â
You nodded in agreement, sighing slightly. âYeah, it is.â
âI mean, gone for a month, no communication, no reminders of youâ just out there surrounded by opportunities and nothing keeping him from them,â Jackson went on. âThatâs a lot to get through without at least one drunken encounter.â
You furrowed your brow, looking at him with a sort of grimace. âI⊠I guess,â you mumbled in reply. âI do have a lot of work to get done so I think Iâll just let you explore,â you decided.
âWhat if I have more questions about the pieces?â he asked.
âTry reading the little plaque underneath it,â you suggested flatly, already turning and walking away.
Jackson watched to leave for a second before scoffing to himself. Bitch. But it didnât make a difference anyways: one way or another, he was going to get to youâ for the sake of the job, of course. Although this boyfriend character was certainly a spanner in the works of his secondary plan to get you in bed, Jackson had to admit that he was ultimately an advantage for his actual purpose with you: an attachment, something he could exploit to get what he wanted. Do what I say, or he gets hurt.
Of course, he knew he should use that to make you be his inside man for that stupid lecture seriesâ he wasnât going to get the second half of his payoff until the cartel had their chance to make an example out of the visiting politician. But, as a small smile crept over his face while he walked out of the museum, he realized that he could use his leverage for so much more than that.
~
The door was unlocked when you got home; beaming, you realized it meant that your boyfriend beat you here, and was likely waiting for you just around the corner.
âBabe?â you called out, shutting the door behind you and shirking your purse and blazer to set down on the wooden credenza.
And yes, he was waiting for you around the corner alright, but you gasped in shock and felt your stomach sink when you saw him. He was bound to a chair with zipties, restrained at his wrists and ankles with tape over his mouth, looking a bit roughed up and absolutely terrified.
âOh my god!â you gasped, running to him, but he oddly seemed to pull away from you as much as he could when you tried to break one of the ties. âWhat the fuck, whatâsâ oh my god, are youâ?â you rushed, not even knowing where to start and just focusing on freeing him. But he just kept letting out muffled grunts and shaking his headâ like he didnât want you to keep going. Of course, youâd been so shocked by it that you hadnât even considered why he looked so scared, why he seemed to want you to get away from him: whoever did this was still in the house.
It seemed obvious in retrospect, but it was too late now; you screamed when someone grabbed you, but the sound was muted by a hand over your mouth. âShh,â a voice beside your ear soothed as a blade pressed to your neck. âNobodyâs going to get hurt if you behave.â
Your boyfriend hung his head defeatedly, and you thought you heard the sound of him crying though it was hard to tell.
âYou missed him quite a lot, didnât you?â the man asked, and you wrinkled your brows together as you wondered how he couldâve known that he was gone for a while. âLeft you all alone here, poor thingâ probably got all worked up, lonely, needy⊠like three nights ago, when I saw you through your bedroom window, touching yourself."
Your face burned with humiliationâ not even that he saw you doing that, really, but just knowing he'd been watching you for god-knows how long. That made you feel more violated than anything.
âWanted to help you so bad,â he purred, âbut I had to wait. Iâm not waiting anymoreâ youâve got me feeling pretty fucking impatient these days.â
You kept thinking about what you could do to get him away from youâ his feet were just behind yours, you could stomp on his shoe and hope it hurt enough to distract him, or maybe you could wrench your elbow back into his sideâ but with the knife at your throat, you were afraid that heâd be faster than you if you tried anything. âPlease justâ donât hurt me, please,â you begged, whimpering a little, not sure what else to say at a time like this.
âOh, honey,â he cooed, âyou sound so sweet when youâre scared.â
It was the way he said that word: sweet. It reminded you of before, something youâd done your best to forget about all day. Something a little sweet, not too fruityâ that weird guy at the museum, heâd said it just like that. âOh my god,â you breathed, âitâsâ itâs you.â
âYou remember my name, donât you?â he smiled.
âJackson,â you recalled, âyouâ oh my godââ
âIâm sure youâre a little relieved,â he chuckled, addressing your boyfriend with a grin as you turned your head enough to look up at his semi-familiar face. âShe was so into me when we met today at the museum,â Jackson informed him proudly. âYou wanted me to fuck you then, didnât you, baby?â
âNo I fucking diââ you began to deny with a sneer, but he quieted you with a finger over your mouthâ of course, a finger from the hand still holding the knife, to remind you exactly why you should stop talking.
âNow, try anything, I might just have to hurt youâ or, better yet, your shitstain boyfriend over there,â Jackson warned. âIâm just waiting for an excuse to break a few of his fingers. Donât give me one.â
Swallowing, you shut your eyes for a longer momentâ you couldnât believe this was actually happening, like one of those horrific news articles you read before bed just to torture yourself. Like one of those horror movies guys think are campy and fun but give you the most awful sick feeling because that could really happen. And now it was really happening, and your first thought was somehow to wonder what you did wrong to let this happen.
âSo, are you gonna be a good girl for me?â he asked, tilting his head down to look at you questioningly.
You nodded, but he wasnât satisfied.
âSay it.â
âYes,â you answered quickly, and he snarled with frustration.
âNo, baby, say it like I said it,â he insisted, his tone a warning not to test him again.
âIâm gonna be⊠Iâm gonna be a good girlâŠâ you choked out.
âWhose good girl?â he taunted, and you groaned as you shut your eyes, feeling him pull you closer to him and press his face close to yours.
âYours! Your good girl,â you spat out, breath picking up as you heard him purr against your cheek. âJacksonâ please, you donât⊠you donât have to do this. Please donât do this.â
You shivered as the knife pressed against you again and moved from your neck down to your shirt, gently slicing off the top button and exposing a little more of your chest. âMm, but I want to,â he explained, âwanted you since I first saw you.â
You hated the realization that he likely first saw you quite some time ago, before you ever knew he existed, and that heâd been waiting for this ever since then.
âI think it turns you on, knowing I can do whatever I want to you,â he presumed, cutting off a second button from your shirt.
âPlease just go,â you begged, starting to properly cry as his teeth grazed your neck. âYouâre rightâ you can do whatever you want. I canât stop you. Isnât that what you wanted to prove? Just⊠just donât make meââ
âMake you?â he repeated. âNo, noâ you wanted me. I could tell. Only thing stopping you was him.â
He pointed towards your boyfriend with the knife in his hand, who looked devastated and horrified to say the least.
âYou could do better, by the way,â Jackson informed you. âYou should be with somebody who can really treat you right.â
Another button fell to the floor; your bra was visible now, baby pink lace, and your nipples hardened from the cool air on your skinâ that, and the way Jacksonâs breath fanned across the nape of your neck. Â
âAre you getting wet for me, baby?â he whispered to you as his knife trailed delicately over your skin, tracing the curve of your breasts. âThink itâs time for me to finally give you what you need?â
You took a deep, but shaky, breath as you tried to put on a brave face and brace for what was to come. âMy⊠my bedroom is upstairs,â you whispered, and Jackson laughed in a way that made your skin crawl.
âOh, eager already,â he taunted.
âI just wanna get this over with,â you insisted.
âSure,â he said facetiously with a mischievous smirk and a wink to match; you felt like you were gonna be sick. âBut bedrooms are a little, you know⊠basic? Thatâs probably what youâre used to, real traditional stuff: missionary, in the bed, in the dark, for a few minutes on weekends only. Thatâs the vibe Iâm getting, at least. Youâre not used to being with somebody romanticâ you know, spontaneous.â
He turned you around to face him, making you yelp a little as he spoke by your ear. Â
âSomebody who just has to have you; right here, right now,â he cooed, running his tongue along the outside of your ear before suddenly kissing roughly along your neck.
âN-no, please,â you begged, imagining the humiliation you were in store for if he really did fuck you on your living room floor in front of the man you loved. âPlease, Iâ I said Iâll be good for you, justâ take me to my room, please.â
"No, baby,â Jackson purred as he held your chin, âletâs show your little boyfriend here what you look like when a real man fucks you, huh?"
Whining, you jerked your arms forward to try to break away, but it only ensured the bruises his fingers would leave on your skin.
A second later, you were shoved to the ground, and he was on top of you wearing a wide grin. You could hear your boyfriend kicking and screaming in the corner, but your attention was more focused on Jackson starting to open his belt. Â
"Fuck! Get the fuck off of me!" you yelped, kicking and shoving as hard as you could and finding each one more helpless than the last. "Youâ you fucking piece of shit!"
He smacked you across the face only to pull it back harshly by the jaw, glaring into your eyes. "Better be careful with that dirty mouth," he warned, shoving two fingers between your lips until you gagged on them. "Don't need to wash that out with soap, do we?"
As you choked, you shook your head, hoping it would be enough of an apology to get you some air.
"How about come?" he joked, making you gag for more than one reason, and he laughed at the tears that rolled down your temples.
He took his fingers out of your mouth and reached down to his fly again, letting out a small satisfied sigh as he freed himself. You sobbed a little when you accidentally caught a glimpse of his erection in his hand; he grunted when you tried to push him off again, and responded by grabbing both your wrists and pinning them down above your head. He hummed as he stroked himself a bit, looking down at you trapped under him.
âThought you said you were gonna be good for me,â he recalled, chuckling when you bit your shaking lip. âYou sure you donât need me to hurt Romeo over there, give you a little motivation?â
You shook your head. âNoâ Iâm sorry, Iâll do what you say. Donât hurt him.â
âOpen your legs,â he ordered. Â
Hesitantly, you lifted your legs up a bit and spread them, cringing at the happy groan you heard when your skirt started to roll up your thighs. Â
âDonât move your hands,â he warned before he let go of them, leaning back and looking down at you: spread out under him, his for the taking.
He snapped off the last few buttons of your shirt, humming when your torso was exposed further. His hand started at your neck and ran down to grope your chest through the lacy bra; he purred, pinching your hardened nipples until you were forced to react.
Pulling it down, he took a quick breath at the sight of your bare titsâ his chest rising and fallingâ and he set his knife aside to knead them both with a hum. "Been thinking about these for a whileâŠ" he mumbled. You gasped when he leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, suckling with a wide mouth as you scrunched your nose and looked away. Still, it made your insides pulse when he swirled his tongue around, only to pop off a second later and move to the other. "Damn," he breathed, leaning back again to move his attention lower.
Starting at your knees, he rubbed your legs carefully, moving a little higher every time until he was gripping needily at your thighs; his own breathing was a little faster as he did it. Â
You hadn't exactly imagined how this would be, obviously, but you still were surprised at how long he was taking. Was he just trying to build up the anticipation to scare you? Or was it for his own benefit?
He was gentle for just a few seconds before suddenly flaring his nostrils and ripping your stockings open. Through the new hole in the fabric, he rubbed your panties and you bit down on your tongue to avoid crying any harder. Â
âFuck,â he breathed, then laughed, as he pet your cunt through the laceâ they matched your bra, of course. Your boyfriend was coming back from a long trip, youâd wanted to do something nice for him⊠that idea backfired completely. âAll dressed up, matching and everything⊠youâre too good to me, babydoll.â
You were about to correct him, make sure both of them knew that this had nothing to do with Jackson, but your open mouth only let out a gasp when Jackson pulled your panties aside to touch you.
âOh, baby,â he groaned when he slid two fingers between your lips. âSo wet. Fuck. Whenâd you get like that, huh? Hmm, it was the knife, wasnât it?â
He looked over at your boyfriend and gave him a terribly smug look while he slipped a finger inside your hole.
âWomen like a sense of danger,â he informed the tied man flatly. âBut⊠I think your girl likes it even more than most.â
You flexed on his finger, turning his attention back to you, and he licked his lips as he slipped another finger in until you winced.
âThatâs too much for you already, baby?â he noticed. âFuck, I might break youâŠâ
He curled the fingers inside you, clearly trying to get you warmed up for him, and you shut your eyes tight in hopes your face wouldnât show any reaction. There was a sense of relief when he stopped and pulled his fingers out, but it didnât last long since the next thing he did was grab your jaw and press those fingers to your lips.Â
âEver tasted yourself before?â he asked, and you tried to turn your face away but it was useless. âCome on, itâs good, Iâll show you.â
He licked his own fingers first, moaning in satisfaction as he did it.
âFuck, itâs sweet,â he promised. âNow you try it.â
This time, when he put his fingers to your mouth, you opened it and let him push them inside. He slid them over your tongue, watching you with dark eyes.
âSuck them,â he instructed you quietly, almost a whisper, and though your cheeks burned you wrapped your lips around his fingers and hollowed your cheeks. âMm, thatâs itâ see, you can be a good girl. Knew you could.â
You were panting a little, for some reason, when he took his fingers away, leaving your mouth slack and wet. He brought his hands down to his fly to finish freeing his cock, and you looked up, to the side, basically anywhere but at⊠that.
âLook at it,â he encouraged you, and you shook your head. âDonât you wanna see it before I put it inside you?â
You figured you could get him to shut up if you just did it, so you went ahead and took a glance down at his erection in his hand, only for a terrified whimper to catch in your throat.
âI can tell what youâre thinking,â he grinned. âTrying to remember the last time you had a dick this big, right?â
Trying to figure out how thatâs supposed to fit.
âGet on your hands and knees for me,â he demanded suddenly, sitting back enough to get you room to do it.
You hesitated, and he suddenly looked angry as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you up a bit until you yelped.
âGo on! Hands and fucking knees, did I stutter?â he ordered, louder.
You were a little sore and weak all over, and it became even more apparent when you awkwardly got up off the floor; you avoided your boyfriendâs gaze as you took the position, opting to just stare down at the rug under you instead, suddenly fascinated by every detail in hopes it could somehow distract you from this. From the feeling of him delicately pushing your skirt up over your ass and his hands all over you, from the way he pushed your knees apart with his own and settled between them, from the sick drop in your stomach as his cockâs head rubbed over your clit and lined up to your opening. Yes, it sure was a riveting pattern on this rug alrightâŠ
But, of course, Jackson wouldnât let you get through this that easily. âBeg for it,â you heard his firm voice from behind you.
âJackson, come on, Iââ you choked, âIâ justââ
âItâs okay, babydoll, go onâŠâ he egged you on, as if shyness was the reason you were hesitating.
âPleaseâŠâ you began, shutting your eyes tightly. âPlease fuck me.â
You tried not to react too much when he pushed inside, but it was big, and he himself let out a husky groan at the feeling as he filled you. You managed to stay silent at first, but a little squeak came out halfway through, and it turned into a loud sigh when he was all the way inside. âFuck,â he breathed, dropping his head back with a breathy laugh. âFuck, itâs tight. Guess thatâs what happens when nobodyâs here to treat you rightâ and I donât just mean because he was out of town. I can tell nobodyâs given you what you need in a long timeâŠâ
Before you could wonder what could possibly make him capable of telling that, he took a tight hold of your hips and began to fuck youâ slower than you expected, but not quite delicate.
Shaking, you tried to keep yourself propped up on your wobbly arms as he set his pace, and tried to keep yourself quiet while he did this. The last thing he needed was any more reasons to think you liked this.
Still, you couldnât fight the whimper that came when he suddenly slammed himself into you, rougher than before; your thighs even quivered for a moment. âFuck,â you choked out, under your breath, and he hummed back at you as he sped up a little.
âNot too deep, is it?â he asked, though it didnât seem like he was actually concerned for your well-being (obviously). âNot used to anything this big, huh?â
You were afraid he was going to force you to answer that, but instead he surprised you by putting a hand between your shoulder blades and shoving you down; you gasped and grunted when your chest pressed to the floor, your face thankfully turned to the side against the rugâ but unfortunately, it meant you were looking right at your boyfriend. You had to shut your eyes, too ashamed that he was seeing you like this.
âThere, you like that better?â he purred as he held your hips up against his, but the new angle only forced him deeper until you were choking on nothing with every thrust. Your hands searched wildly along the floor for something to hold onto, but eventually just had to settle for gripping the rug for dear life. âMm, fuck, sâgoodâ you feel so fucking good, babyâŠâ
The compliment sent an unwilling shiver up your spine, and your back arched even deeper than heâd forced it to. It was too much, it was all far too much, but your toes were curling inside your (ruined) pantyhose and you bit down on your lip without thinking about it.
âOh, see how much she likes it?â Jackson grunted, apparently still addressing the captive boyfriend in the chairâ you really wished he would just leave him out of this. âFuck, what a pretty little whoreâŠâ
Not only could he switch from sickly-sweet to rageful in a moment, but you realized that he could somehow seem to be both at once. Still spitting out praises and insults all at one, he fucked you rougher and meaner as your moansâ pain or pleasure, you couldnât tell anymore and you didnât want toâ grew louder. He kept getting more aggressiveâ harder and faster, harder and fasterâ until you were all but screaming and you couldnât keep your hips up anymore. Each thrust pushed you down until you were flat against the floor, but he kept fucking you and holding the back of your neck. One thrust seemed to go too deep suddenly, and you yelped as you reached back to try to grab his thigh out of instinct.
âShh, shh, sâokay, baby,â he assured with a hiss. âFuck.â
But he kept doing it, kept fucking you deep (if a little slower) as you whined and shook under him. âJackson,â you heard yourself breathe, âpleaseâ I-I canâtââ
âGod,â he growled, âsay my name again. Thatâs so hot.â
You hadnât meant it like that, but now it was too late. âN-no,â you tried to deny, but that didnât last long as he grabbed you by the hair and forced your head up, laying over you enough to speak right against your ear.
âSay. My fucking. Name,â he spat.
âJackson,â you choked out against the strain on your throat from having your neck cranked back like this. âJackson, f-fuckââ
He groaned and dropped your head, propping himself up so he could fuck you faster again; his gaze moved down to where his body filled yours, where each thrust made your ass bounce under torn pantyhoseâŠ
As he slowed down for a moment, panting, you wondered if maybe it was almost overâ maybe it already was, but that seemed too good to be true. He was still holding you down just as hard, anyway; he put his whole weight on your arms as he turned to look at your boyfriend tied up in the chair.Â
"Does she do anal?" Jackson asked him point-blank.
Your struggle renewed as you screamed angrilyâ but you couldn't keep it up, it fell into a helpless sob a moment later. Your boyfriend didn't give much of an answerâ couldn't, really, on account of the duct tapeâ just kicked around against his restraints again.
Jackson shrugged as he looked down at you crying under him. "Well, you do now," he decided, pulling out and spitting into his hand.
Youâd never felt so helpless, laying there on the floor while he pushed his fat tip up to your puckered hole. âPlease,â you begged for mercy, but you didnât even have the energy to lift your head from the rug and it was all muffled and pathetic.
âItâs really not that bad,â he insisted as he started to press forward, but your whole body jumped and you let out a loud whine when his head slipped inside with a sort of popâ all that pressure giving way to a sick, stinging stretch.
âOh my god oh my god,â you whimpered, feeling goosebumps break out all over your body from the sharp pain. âI canâtâ please, I really canâtââ
âShh, itâs okay, Iâm gonna go real slow,â he promised under his breath, moaning loudly as he pushed in a little deeper. Laying on the floor like this, there was really nowhere for you to go, no way to run from the feeling. âJust breathe, long slow breathsâ focus on staying relaxed.â
Frustratingly, it was actually pretty good advice; it certainly didnât make it painless, but when you shut your eyes and thought as much about breathing and as little about anything else as you could, it helped.
âSee? Just relax, babydoll,â he whispered, but relaxing could only do so much as he slid the rest of the way in and you felt like your whole body might go numb. Your eyes rolled back, your insides (all of them, it seemed) flexed, your heart was pounding⊠you felt sick, and disgusting, and used.
He breathed heavy as he laid his weight on top of you, slipping an arm under you to wrap around your shoulders and neck.Â
"Fuck, that's a tight fuckin' ass," he grunted, laughing a little as he glanced at your boyfriend, slowly beginning to move again. "This one's got you spoiled, huh? How'd a loser like you get your hands on a perfect fucktoy like this?"
He bit down on the shell of your ear as he picked up his pace quicklyâ way too quicklyâ and soon he was growling each time he slammed his hips against your ass. You couldnât even tell what noises you were making anymoreâŠ
"But you're gonna be mine now," he whispered to you. "Oh fuck, s'all gonna be mine. Gonna fill these pretty holes of yours every fuckin' day."
You dropped your head down defeatedly onto the floor, though shocks of pain were still making your fingers and toes curl while he roughly fucked your other hole.
âYeah, fuck, you fuckinâ like it,â he snarled as he fucked you faster. âNeedy little slut. You like getting all your holes filled, huh?â
You simply bit down on your lip, not realizing it wasn't a rhetorical question.
"Answer me," he insisted.
"I-I don't like it," you saidâ quietly, because if you spoke any louder it would've been mostly unintelligible with sobs.
"Huh?" he taunted, leaning in closer.
"It hurts, Jackson," you choked, pleading.
âNo?â he noticed, feigning shock with heavy sarcasm in his tone. âAre you saying you donât like it up the ass?â
âPlease, please,â you choked out, âfuckinâ hurtsâ god, please, hurtsââ
"You don't like it, sweetheart?" he cooed at you, cloying condescension dripping from every word as he roughly pet the hair out of your face. You whined and shook your head. "Well, I could always put it back in your cunt, would that make you feel better?"
He chuckled at your grimace of disgust.
"Is that too dirty for you?" he wondered, clicking his tongue. "Aw, it's okay, just gonna give you what you wantedâ hold still, baby."
You winced when he pulled out of your ass, only to whine as he slid back into your cunt; you hid your face, feeling how absurdly warm it had become from all this, and tried not to think about how dehumanizing what he had just done to you was.
He picked his pace right back up when he entered you, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction. "Oh my god you're fucking dripping, is that from being fucked in your little ass?" he noticed. "Jesus Christ, wettest fucking pussy I ever had... somebody likes it dirty, hm?"
You wanted to deny it, but he wasnât lying about your physical reaction; you were soaking, and you didnât even know why. It wasnât like you found much pleasure in that experience physically, it was rather agonizingâ and then there was the thought of it, of knowing youâd been used that way, and it just made you feel dizzy and weird. Regardless, it was true⊠your body responded even when your mind was running in circles convincing itself there was nothing enjoyable about this.
âSuch a pretty thing,â Jackson purred at you as he sped up again, shaking your whole body against the floorâ that arm around your shoulders was the only thing keeping you from being pushed away, and he held you tightly like he really was worried youâd get away somehow, even though youâd stopped resisting quite a while ago. Â
At least it didnât hurt anymoreâ except that you were still a little sore, and he was holding you too tight and his weight made it hard to breathe, and you were probably going to get rug burn, and you felt disgusting. But in a literal sense, it hurt less.
âThink I need to turn you over and get a good look at that pretty face,â he decided, pulling out of you and rolling you onto your back. Maybe it was just because you knew it was only for a moment, but being empty wasnât as much of a relief as you expected. You were pretty much limp by this point, letting him turn you over and simply looking up at him blankly. âOh,â he said as he smiled proudly, âlook how fucked out you lookâ and Iâm not even done with you yet.â
Lifting your legs and pressing them against your chest, he slid back in until he was deeper than you thought possible, and you gasped and shivered helplessly. âF-fuck, waitââ
He started to fuck into you quickly, and you nearly screamed, reaching down to try to hold his thigh or push him back or something to keep him from going so far inside you, but nothing deterred him. For how drained you were a moment ago, the shock of this gave you renewed energy, and you hated feeling your walls bear down on him in sick, overwhelming pleasure. âOh god,â he moaned, âso fucking good.â
As hard as you were trying not to be loud, your efforts were lost when he reached down and roughly rubbed at your swollen clit; again, you tried to reach to stop him, holding onto his wrist and pushing his hand away with all your strength, but he bested you easily and kept going. âFuck!â you screamed. âPlease, pleaseâ itâs too much, Iââ
âItâs okay, baby,â he soothed, watching proudly as your back arched and your head tilted back with a gasp. Â
You hadnât even realized you were building to an orgasmâ you wouldâve sworn you werenât, before, but now you felt all sensitive and sticky, and his thumb on your clit was relentless, and the shivers that had been running all over you all evening were turning into hard, heavy jolts ofâ of something. Something youâd been holding back longer than you realized. Something you hadnât felt in much, much longer than three weeks.
âItâs okay,â he kept encouraging you with a proud grin that turned into a growl through his teeth as he fucked you harder. âShow him what it looks like when youâre not faking it, babydoll. Show him who you really belong to now.â
âPlease,â you cried, the word barely spoken and more just a shape you made around your cries. If he didnât stop now, you wouldnât be able to, either; you were spasming uncontrollably, inside and out, it was just getting worse and worse (or better and better, depending on how you looked at it).
It felt fucking good. You would die before you admitted it, but you didnât have toâ it was obvious. And it was overtaking everything now, even your shame, until for one impossible moment, you were completely shameless. You werenât sure you had ever felt quite like that beforeâ not just physically, but spiritually. Shameless. Even though all youâd felt until now was ashamed. âGood girl,â Jackson praised you, though it was sort of lost on you as you were coming down from a high that hit you hard enough to not even feel real until it was nearly over. Â
It was like time had slowed down, and then snapped back to superspeed, to hyperreality, when he finally pulled his hand away and let you have a small reprieve. Â
"Fuck, I'm gonna come, oh my god," he gasped, his voice getting oddly high-pitched as he said it. "Want me to come inside, babydoll, or paint that pretty face?"
âNot⊠not inside,â you warned, just conscious enough to remember that.
âMm? Why not?â he smirked.
You were still blinking away the blurriness in your vision, panting, trying to process all that youâd just feltâ so you really didnât have any energy for stupid questions like that. âWhat?â you just asked groggily. âWhy⊠why do you think?!â
He just laughed brieflyâ more like a humâ and kept going. Of course, you shouldâve known heâd do it once he realized your boyfriend didnât; but wasnât it enough that you and your boyfriend used condoms and Jackson had already gone past that?
âJustâ just donât,â you begged again, shut up with a firm hand over your mouth suddenly as he grunted lowly above you with each thrust.
âFuck,â he said, a sort of warning though it wasnât specific. âFuck!â
He bit his lip when it happened; you shut your eyes, not wanting to see his face all slack and flushed like that with his hair falling forward and his neck and jaw flexing. But closing your eyes only made the feeling inside you more undeniable: the rush of warmth, the flexing against your walls as he pushed himself in as deep as he could. You whimpered a little, though you werenât sure it was audible to anyone but yourself, and Jackson sighed as he emptied himself into you.
He took his hand away with a deep breath, and all you did was let your mouth fall open and your eyes blink numblyâ what else was there to do?
As he caught his breath, he laughed a little, very softly; he put his hands on the floor beside your head, propping himself up but letting his head hang down loosely for a secondâ he was still smiling.
âYouâre⊠youâre really something else, you know that, babydoll?â he informed you.
You didnât say anything, and he sighed again just before he pulled outâ you both winced, for different reasons, and he took a moment to hold your legs open so he could look at what heâd done to you; you felt filthy and exposed like that, but you were too weak to try to stop him or even to close your legs.
âNow thatâs just beautiful,â he decided in reaction to whatever he saw; you didnât want to picture it, how stretched out and used up you must look, but you could feel his come oozing out, running down.
Some of the numbness was already wearing off, at least physically, and you were beginning to realize how purely un-ergonomic it was to get fucked on the floor. Your back and shoulders were sore, your legs were tight when you finally got to lay them down again after being held up for so long⊠you tried not to imagine how long youâd be feeling the effects of this, wearing bruises and feeling knots and having to know exactly where they came from.
âCome on,â he mumbled as he lifted up your limp upper body, pulling you closer to him. He held your face for a second, petting your cheek which was still a bit clammy with sweat. âKiss me,â he demanded, though he said it somewhat softly; you didnât actually sit up and do it for him, but you let him press his lips to yours and you tried your best to half-heartedly mirror his movements as he did it.
He held your head and neck more firmly and slid his tongue into the kiss, making you whimper a little but that was the end of your protest. You thought it was a little strange that he wanted to kiss you now, but maybe it was just a matter of claiming you in the final way since heâd pretty much covered all the others.
When he broke away, he brushed his thumb over your cheek and smiled at you sweetly. Â
Itâs over, you told yourself, hoping to feel more relieved. Itâs over, heâs finally done with you. You did it. Itâs over. But as those words repeated in your mind, you only felt emptier than ever.
âLook at your boy over there,â Jackson mumbled beside your ear, a smirk on his lips as he shook you a bit with the arm around you. âYou see it, donât you? He looks different now.â
You dared to glance at your captive boyfriend, who you realized you hadnât heard muffled protests from in quite some time. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, but dark, too; his stare was heavy and piercing. You suddenly felt sick.
âHe looks at you different now.â
You bit down on your lip as it started to shake; you felt worse than ever with him looking at you like that. Things hadnât been perfect before he leftâ nothingâs ever perfectâ but they were good, and easy, and now you felt like he hated you. But what had you done wrong? All youâd done was try to keep him unharmed by appeasing this awful, horrible personâŠÂ
Jackson had already been speaking quietly, but he dropped his voice down to whisper as he rubbed your shoulder. âI donât think heâll look at you the same way ever again,â he posited, and you swallowed as your stomach dropped. Â
âI donât⊠I donât understand,â you whispered under your breath.
âHeâs never seen you like that before,â Jackson explained, âand he understands now that he canât do for you what I can.â
Jackson brought his hand to his own chest as he said that, but then reached up to wipe up another tear that rolled down your cheek. âPlease,â you said, looking at your boyfriend though he wouldnât meet your gaze, âdonâtâ donât think that Iâ itâs not my fault! I didnât want this to happen!â
âShh, you donât have to lie anymore,â Jackson cooed at you, âweâve all seen the truth now, itâs alright.â
You were exhausted, you were devastated, you were too overwhelmed to even feel terrified anymore; you dropped your head onto Jacksonâs shoulder defeatedly. After all youâd been through tonight, you were starting to lose track of what was real anymore.
He let you cry quietly against him for a while, petting your head, until finally breaking the silence. âNow, the thing is, thereâs actually just⊠one more thing I need you to do for me,â he admitted, and you started to cry harder again.
âPleaseâ please, I did everything you asked,â you sputtered out through your tears, âyou took. Everything. From me.â
âHold on, thatâs not true,â he frowned, âyouâve still got your cuck boyfriend over there, even if heâs not quite what he used to beâ you still love him, donât you? Canât help that?â
âO-of course I do,â you insisted, feeling oddly guilty as you said it.
âSo, you donât want me to hurt him?âÂ
Even if this was the endâ even if he would hold what was done to you against you, which would break your heartâ you couldnât have that on your conscience. You shook your head.
âI didnât think so,â Jackson nodded, âyouâre too sweet for that. I wonât hurt him, and Iâll let him go, if you promise to do what I ask you to.â
âWhat more⊠what more could you possibly wantâŠâ you breathed, shaking your head, trying not to imagine what else there was for him to do to you.
âSomething a lot less fun than what I wanted before,â he smirked. âWhat I need from you now is purely work-related.â
You wrinkled your brows together with a sniffle as you began to slowly compose yourself. âWorkâŠ?â
âLet me tell you a little bit more about what I do for a livingâŠâ
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Fuck or Die | Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner
Synopsis; Youâre stuck in a locked cell with the twins, a mysterious gas emerged
Warnings; Sex pollen, non-con/dubcon. Smut, threesome. PWP. LIKE NO PLOT AT ALL, DOUBLE PENETRATION, breeding kink, anal
A/N; Sorry for being M.I.Im so busy OML but here is a gift <3
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A loud hiss can be heard in the air as the three of them snap their heads up to see what is going on. The confusion was written all over their face, they could only hear the sounds but they couldnât exactly see what was occurring. Jonathan was the first one to realize it as the panic struck across his face, walking towards the door they once entered he tried opening it but to no avail, it was locked shut. He cursed to himself not wanting anyone to panic, especially Y/N whoâs most anxious when things like this happen. Jackson caught on, as he walked towards his brother, trying to pull open the steel door but it was still latched shut.
They were trapped.
âWait, whatâs going on?â Y/N questioned, trying to see what the fuss was with the two as they stared at each other hesitantly and then back at her, âWhat?â
âWeâre trappedâ Jonathan stated as he could see the color of the girlâs face pale as she took a step back. âCalm down, Y/N. Weâll find a way out. We always do, alright?â
âThatâs the thing. You found a way out. Iâve never been in a situation like this beforeâŠâ Y/N could feel her heart pounding violently in her ribcage as her lungs started to constrict, limiting the air as her breathing started to pick up. Jackson walks towards the girl, carefully placing a hand on her back, trying his best to calm her down. The last thing they need was her freaking out. She needs to be as calm as possible so that she can think straight and find a way out.
Jonathan motioned Jackson to look up and pay attention to the noise and mist coming from above them, Jackson nodded as he caught on to what Jonathan was trying to say. âDo you know what it is?â Jackson asked as Jonathan speculated a few answers in his head.
âIt can be a few things, non-lethal⊠doesnât kill itâs subject until they were testedâ Jonathan answered as Jackson received the information while looking around the room. Y/N was in the corner, trying hard to calm herself down and not be a burden to them. She barely heard what they were saying, she was too focused on healing herself.
They monitored this facility for months and months and nobody was here. They came here to collect more information on the organization. This room was probably automated.
The hissing in the air lasted for about three hours and they still had no idea what it was. It wasnât making them feel dizzy or pain or sleepy, at least it hadnât kicked in just yet.
Jonathanâs best bet was that the door would open by tomorrow, itâs what they always did with prisoners. Itâs automated so a door towards their observing room would probably open up, it explains why there was a big ass mirror staring right back at them. They didnât stop looking for an escape whatsoever, for all they know this gas could carry diseasesâif it was that, they were in big big trouble.
But oh boy, were they wrong.
Jackson was the one to feel the symptoms first. The room was cold but he was excreting a crazy amount of sweat that made him take off his jacket and toss it to the floor as he shags his hair, feeling it growing damper and damper by the second. It felt like his blood was boiling, his skin was burning. Jonathan eyed him carefully, studying his manners to see if it was anything he was familiar with. âHot?â
Jackson nodded, wiping the sweat on his forehead as he took a seat right next to Y/N, checking up on her once again. She was calmer now, at least now that Jackson explained what Jonathan told him they should be fine.
Jonathan starts to get what Jackson is saying. The room was hot. It was getting hotter and hotter for both of them, they were sitting in a goddamn oven.
âHey, is it just me or itâs literally burning?â Jackson asked as Y/N shook her head, furrowing her brows in confusion as she stared at both men back and forth. âItâs fucking boiling in hereâ Jackson unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, he wanted to take off all of his clothes but he didnât want to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.
The second symptom came in when both of their throats suddenly went dry, their mouth was dry but it wasnât producing any saliva to lubricate their throat. Jonathanâs eyes widened when he starts to realize what was going on.
âJackson, we gotta get out!â He shouted suddenly, startling Jackson and Y/N as they stood up quickly. They wanted to walk towards him but Jonathan pointed at Y/N to stay where she was. âDonât fucking come near me!â
âJonathan, whatâs going on?â Jackson implored as he told Y/N to stand down. âYouâre acting weirdâŠâ
âItâs not fucking safe, Jackson! We gotta get out of here, right now!â Jonathan saw this one too many times. He was so sure it was what he thought it was. Hell, he even managed to create this himself once.
The thing they were inhaling wasnât gas. It was pollen. It is a stimulating pollen that made humans turn into sick monsters. These people used the pollen for breeding purposes. They wanted to make an enhanced being without needing any serum. They wanted someone gifted to exist biologically. Jonathan had experienced this himself but he had never seen what it did to other people. He was lucky enough he had an antidote before he went completely feral.
It was terrifying.
âY/N⊠Y/Nâs not safeâ Jonathan swallowed the nonexistent liquid as he took shallow breaths for himself. Jackson started to feel the same thing Jonathan was feeling and it made him frantic. Jackson forced Jonathan to tell him what was going on or he was going crazy. Their stomach churned and they felt hungry.
Only this time it wasnât for food.
âJ-Jackson⊠We need t-to⊠Get o-out⊠Y/Nâs not safeâ It was getting harder for him to talk now. He was starting to feel it. They were starting to feel it. It was coiling in their bellies, growing hot and heavy. They were goners now.
âJonathan, youâre freaking me out. Stop talking about me like Iâm not here! At least let me helpâŠâ All she did was stood closer to him and touched his back but Jonathanâs response was beyond feral. He grunted, taking her wrist with his arm as he gripped on it, not wanting to let her go. Jonathan pushed her against the wall as she whimpered, feeling the wall colliding with her back as she whined in pain. âJ-Jonathan?â
His other hand took her free wrist. Pinning both of them beside her head as he buried his face in her neck. He took a long whiff her scentâfear. It fueled him to the brim with the desire to absolutely destroy her, break her into tiny little pieces.
âJ-Jackson, help⊠It h-hurtsâŠâ She pleaded but Jackson did nothing. He stood there, watching Jonathan feel her up and he liked it. He liked seeing his brother grope her, feeling up her perky breasts, rubbing her pussy through her pants.
God, he loves it.
Y/N felt the lump in her throat growing as the tears start forming in the corner of her eyes. Y/N stands no chance against Jonathan, she couldnât do anything. All that is going through her mind was that maybe Jonathan was triggered but she had no idea why Jackson just stood there, watching her and did absolutely nothing.
âWhy are you d-doing this, Jonathan?⊠Jackson!â She exclaimed, wanting him to do something, anything. Jonathanâs hand traveled down to her pants as he eyed them down. With a swift motion Jonathan effortlessly tore her pants off as he immediately kneeled in front of her, letting go of her wrists because he was positive she wasnât going to go anywhere. He stared at the sheer cotton covering the most prized possession and out of nowhere he went and darted his tongue out, licking the nub of her clit as she whimpered to herself. Jackson stood there, his cock was dripping and heavy in his pants. He took them off, palming himself through his boxers as he watched his brother licks Y/Nâs pussy softly, wetting the garment as her knees starts to become weak.
Jackson then steps forward, tearing her suit off of her torso and so does her bra. She cried when Jackson groped her breasts, leaning down to lick her pebbled nipples that had hardened from the cold air. Jonathan took off her panties, and his fingers attacked her swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it harshly as she thrashed against the wall, not having the power to even help herself up. She fell down to the ground, naked and afraid as Jonathan spreads her legs and starts entering his fingers inside her tight little cunt.
âJonathan, Jackson... Please... Stop!â The stretch was excruciating and Jonathan didnât show her mercy, he pumped his fingers in and out of her hole at a rapid pace, earning a scream of agony that had only made them even more feral. When she looked to her right, she can see Jackson, stroking his big and hard cock to the sound of her crying and being molested on the floor. Y/N was ashamed, there was nothing more than humiliation, fear, and disappointment running through her mind. She was drenched, leaking onto Jonathanâs fingers as she kept looking at Jacksonâs cock that was dripping with pre-cum. She was ashamed that her body was enjoying what was happening to her.
Jonathan curled his fingers inside her pussy as she felt the pit growing inside her tummy, her pussy was tingling and she knew what was going to happen.
She was going to cum.
âJ-JonathanâŠ!â She shouted as she let it all out, her thighs shaking and her body quivering as she moaned out loudly. Despite him being emotionless, the subtle smirk on the corner of his lips can be seen and thereâs nothing more sinister than that. âPlease⊠S-stop⊠Jonathan⊠Jackson⊠This is not like youâŠâ
Both of them completely ignored the words that were coming out of her mouth. Jonathan stripped off of his clothes and pants, showing him and all of his glory. His cock was hard, deep purple veins were poking out as the tip leaked with clear pre-cum. They both hovered over her body like predators as Jonathan picked her up. Y/N didnât fight, she didnât say anything because nothing she said can change anything. She doesnât know why this was happening to her.
Jonathan lined up his cock on her dripping entrance as Jackson came behind her, and what he did next made her scream the loudest she had ever scream.
Both of them impaled her holes at the same time, thrusting together at the same time, and she can feel herself psychically break. Their huge cocks filled her up to the point where they can see the curve of their bulges in her belly, moving up and down. Y/N hides her face into Jonathanâs neck, whimpering and pleading, hoping that the real Jonathan was still there to stop all of this.
Both of the men groaned and grunted loudly, loving the way how tight and warm her holes were. Their mission was still clear in their mind.
They wanted to fill all of her holes full of their cum. So full until it leaked onto the floor.
Jackson held her neck lightly choking her as she strained from her breath. They were both having the time of their lives, having their cocks stuffed into a pretty little cum rag all for them to use.
The noise they made was a mix of pleasure and pain, Y/N couldnât form words out of her mouth anymore, she only screamed and screamed as she felt every inch of their dicks thrusting inside her.
Y/N could feel them twitching inside of her and she knew this was finally going to end.
Jackson and Jonathan grunted at the same time as the warm liquid was released inside her, painting her walls white as she could feel them filling her up. The small bloat in her tummy can be seen, she was so full of their cum.
When they were done, hey laid her onto the floor as the tears start pouring down her face. The cum inside her pussy seeped out onto the floor, pooling underneath her.
Jackson and Jonathan watched their seed escape her pussy and her ass as they felt themselves hardened again. They both stood up, picking her back up to repeat what they were doing.
Y/N was going to spend the next twenty-four hours with all of her holes filled with Jacksonâs and Jonathanâs cum and thereâs nothing she can do about it.
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heres my roman empire
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Cillian Murphy is Jackson Rippner in Red Eye (2005)
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cards against Cillian
Been working on this for a while, because I was so busy the last few months. I thought about doing this, just because the game is standing around in my home, so why not try this out. Just let me know if yall like it and if I should continue that
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JUST ANOTHER OF YOUR MISTAKES
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, grieving, a lot of pain, eventual fluff, smut
A/N: it's a.. heavy fic, so beware. Interact for more
Guys I lied it will have three parts actually
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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Y/N sighed deeply, holding Tommy's hand as he carefully stepped over the threshold to Polly's house.
âHe better not find out that we're here,â She warned, glancing around the house to make sure they were alone.
âHe won'tâ The older woman replied, as her eyes remained on the toddlers who reminded her so much of her nephew around that age. Keeping her mouth shut on the matter, Polly opened the curtains in the living room, offering Y/N some tea.
âNo, thank you, but do you have maybe someâŠâ
âJuice!â Nick cheered, causing Tommy to immediately do the same, despite not knowing what for. Seeing it, Polly couldn't help but chuckle, scooping up the boy into his arms.
âWhat juice would you like, little man?â She offered, smiling brightly. Nick mumbled something to himself, looking back at his mum instead.
âI believe Nick would appreciate apple juiceâ Y/N answered, already knowing what he meant.
âApple juice it is thenâ Polly replied, nodding to the maid with a light smile. It took no longer than a couple minutes before she returned, holding the glass. âSoâŠâ The older woman started out, her eyes finally meeting Y/Nâs âHe doesn't know, does he?â
âAbout what?â Y/N responded, her voice immediately changing into one of defensive undertones subconsciously which didn't go unnoticed by Polly.
âAbout themâ
âWho says they're his?â She asks, keeping her cool, despite heart thumping in her chest faster than usual. Hearing it, Polly just chuckled, rolling her eyes as she turned Nick on her lap, making him face his mum.
âTheir faces give it away, darling. I'm not stupid.â Her voice became sharper, as she didn't like being lied to, and Y/N was fully aware of it.
The younger woman sighed deeply, sitting Tommy on the couch as she began pacing back and forth.
âHe can't find outâ She insisted, clearly stressed out by the circumstances. âI've spent almost three years doing everything so he wouldn't find out, Polly. You can't tell on me.â Her gaze was fierce but clearly scared, which made Polly's heart squeeze in her chest. She wondered how Thomas must have been treating her to cause such a strong reaction.
âHe turned all of England upside down looking for you.â She confessed, shaking her head lightly. âIt's been a bloody nightmare. As soon as we got him off the opium, everything⊠changed.â
âI don't careâ Y/N hissed back, pointing towards the woman she was once so close with. âThese are my kids, and I won't let him get near them. He lost the privilege the moment he chose her over us⊠over me.â Her hands were shaking and only then did she look to the side, hearing Tommy scooting closer to her on the couch which made her let out a deep breath as she sat back down. Taking him in her lap and rubbing his back. âI just can't.â She added in a calmer tone.
Polly nodded along, lighting a cigarette and inhaling the smoke then slowly letting it out.
âY/N, all I can promise is that I won't say anything, but⊠you know how he is. You haven't seen him after the⊠change. He's stubborn, and even if it takes walking to hell and back, he will eventually find out.â She warned in a gentle tone, wanting to give Y/N some reassurance but also keeping it real.
âTommy stubborn? Doesnât sound like much of a change to meâ Y/N snorted, helping Tommy take a sip out of the glass. Polly watched closely at how she interacted with her son.
âHe's the quieter one, isn't he?â Y/N immediately understood, smiling down at Tommy and nodding.
âHe has a more sensitive spirit. Heâs never too far from my sideâ She pointed out.
âA mummy's boy.â The older woman giggled, her eyes shining at the lively memories in her head. âHe was exactly the same at that age. Arthur couldn't force him to go play, all he wanted to do was sit in his mum's lap, no matter whether she was cooking or knitting.â Her voice was lighthearted, causing Y/N to subconsciously smile looking at her baby.
âLetâs agree on somethingâ Polly suggested, setting Nick on his feet, and the boy immediately started exploring the house, assisted by one of the maids. âI won't say a word about this to anyone, but you will let me see them once a week, and accept financial help from me. After all, I know how it is to be a single mother. â She offered, but the tone of her voice showed that⊠she already decided.
âI can't take money from youâ Y/N insisted but Polly stopped her with her hand.
âIt's that, or I will have to tell him. You can't survive off on scraps raising little Shelby's.â
âŠand with that, she shut Y/Nâs mouth. Sighing deeply, she agreed. â...and one last thing. Does.. anyone know that they're his?â Her tone turned serious as she looked into Y/N's eyes to make sure she wasn't lying.
âNo, nobody knows.â She replied, shaking her head.
Polly exhaled with relief.
âGoodâ
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A couple weeks went by and Y/N really felt her living situation improving. She could stay home with the children, getting to stop working every night which made her heart much lighter. Mrs. Wilson kept coming over every now and then after being told she would no longer have to babysit boys at night. The routine quickly set into their life, and the day of seeing Polly became Y/N's favourite.
Back in Birmingham Thomas was sitting in his office, leaning back in the armchair as his brows furrowed in confusion. Recently the figures in the accounting documents and the cheques and cash balance didn't quite match which got him paying attention throughout the weeks. Seeing the pattern and being sure. Going through the company documentation, the first file that fell out of the shelf was surprisingly Polly's.
After grabbing it, Thomas displayed every page on the desk and put on his glasses. Going over dates, another pattern caught his eye. Before, she was working five to six times a week, depending on the amount of work and circumstances but recently her schedule was limited to four days a week, every Thursday off.
His eyes narrowed as the nagging feeling on the back of his head told him something wasn't right. Glancing on the calendar, he decided what to do before getting up, and picking up the phone.
Later that day, Y/N found herself sitting on Polly's couch while boys played on the carpet with their wooden toys as the women spoke about their whereabouts.
In the meantime a black car parked by the building, turning off the engine before it made too much noise or got too much attention. Pulling the cap lower on his forehead, he glanced towards the right window, noticing the smoke coming out of it. Polly was home.
Climbing the stairs, he reached into the pocket, pulling out a spare key to her house. As Tommy was fitting the key in the lock, he heard the sound of a squealing child inside.
Did Ada visit with Karl? Thomas wondered, furrowing his eyebrows in suspicion. Why would Polly hide that from him?
Thomas opened the door and stepped into the entryway. He could hear Polly and the voice of another woman - a familiar voice, but cloudy enough to not be able to recognize. Thomas followed the sounds leading to the sitting room. As soon as he stood in the doorway, his eyes widened in disbelief, fixated on the woman he saw for the first time in three years.
There sitting on the couch facing the doorway was Y/N. She met his eyes and Thomas could see the blood drain from her face, causing her to go completely pale as the words died on her tongue.
Polly must have noticed the shift as she turned to where Y/N was staring and an audible gasp left her lips.
âThomasâ Polly said as she straightened in her seat. âI knew this would happen eventually. I noticed you were double counting. Youâve always been too inquisitive to keep secrets from.â
Tommy stared at Polly, unable to comprehend the situation as his heart pounded in his chest for the first time in years.
Polly stood and slowly approached him, stretching out her hand.
âI think it would be best if you and I had a word first.â She said, looking at him and silently pleading to listen this time. His expression was completely blank, but internally he was going through every possible emotion from happiness through grief all the way to anger.
âNot now.â He responded in a husky voice, and when she tried to interject again, he raised his hand slightly, completely silencing her. âI said not now,â
Hearing it Polly looked back at Y/N, giving her a sign to stay calm, before walking to the bedroom to check on the boys.
Y/Nâs eyes narrowed as her whole body tensed, raising to her feet.
âWhere have you been?â He immediately demanded to know, taking a step forward. As in instinctively, Y/N responded with a step back causing his brows to furrow in confusion, seeing this reaction. âY/N?â He added, but she cut him off.
âI don't owe you any explanations.â She put all her strength into keeping up the façade of being unfazed by his presence. Her facial expression hardened, and her voice kept completely steady.
âThree years. I spent three fucking years looking for you!â He said, slightly raising his voice as he pointed towards her, yet not daring to close the distance between them.
âWhat for? Are the maids and prostitutes not doing enough? Why would you need me for?â She hissed with anger, the old pain she used to carry around with her everywhere slowly seeping back.
Right when Thomas was about to open his mouth to respond, they heard small footsteps quickly entering the room. Small arms wrapped around Y/Nâs legs, little face snuggling into her thigh, immediately catching Y/N's attention. Once her gaze dropped, Thomasâ followed and his eyes widened, mouth fell slightly open.
âIt's okay, babyâ She cooed quietly, lightly caressing the boyâs head. Before Thomas could react in any way, another kid ran in, standing mere inches from his lookalike.
âCome on, Tommy!â The little boy whined, causing the other one to shake his head. âWe play!â He squealed, shoving the wooden car into his brother's face.
The tension in the room immediately grew, Thomasâ face turning completely white as he connected the dots.
âWe need to talk,â He said in a breathless voice.
âIt's enoughâ Polly suddenly interjected, quickly coming up. âDon't you see he's scared?â She scolded the man standing by her side as she picked up the boy. Walking towards the kitchen, she grabbed Nickâs chubby little hand, leaving the adults in the living room.
Thomas couldn't stop himself from looking back, unexpectedly looking into the same eyes he sees every day in the mirror.
Not a minute passed by before the older woman returned.
âItâs time for you to leave. I'll see you in the office in fifteen minutes.â She decided, standing between him and Y/N as she pointed towards the entrance.
Tommy felt his mind going into overdrive with the amount of new, unexpected information that caused his temperature to significantly increase. Feeling the need to get a breath of fresh air, he steals the last glance of Y/N before walking out of the house. The documents he held in his hand, long forgotten, left on the shelf in his aunt's house.
***
âHow dare you.â He said calmly at first, slowly raising from his armchair as the door fell shut behind his aunt. The calm tone was a signal of the coming storm. âHow fucking dare you hide her from me when you saw what I was going through!â His voice boomed through the office, echoing off the walls.
Polly wasn't easily intimidated, taking a step forward as her jaw tensed.
âAfter all she's done for you, you discarded her like bloody garbage!â She screamed, pointing at him, as she tossed her purse on the chair. âEvery single ounce of pity I held for you left my body the second I saw her empty eyes.â She added, taking another step forward. âI told you that you'd regret it, and that I wouldn't forgive you. I won't be yelled at for the foolish choices you made.â
Standing eye to eye with him, she saw the unwinded storm of emotions he felt. His right eye twitched just like his jaw, before he turned around running a hand through his hair. Huffing with rage he turned to face her again.
âHave you considered what kind of danger you could have put her in?â He hissed with barely contained anger. âor were you too dedicated to go against me to think about the consequences?â He turned around, grabbing the white envelope from his desk and tossing it into her hands.âThe Changrettaâs just declared vendetta on the Shelby family, and you took her into your bloody house!â He paced back and forth through the office, nervously grasping his jaw as the thought settled. â...and the kids. My bloody kids that you intentionally kept away from me.â
Polly's heart stopped for a second and her eyes widened as the realisation dawned on her.
âWe need to protect themâ She whispered, looking at him.
Wordlessly Thomas turned around, grabbing a phone and dialling the right number.
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Over the next couple days, Y/N felt completely scattered. Fear soaked into her body, sticking tight like a second skin and restricting her movement. She felt stuck. How could he possibly find a way to walk back into her life?
Y/N was scared, not just for herself but for the perfect little humans she raised on her own. She kept them away from the violence and destruction that Thomas was the embodiment of.
They were good. They were kind.
Spending time with her babies and taking care of the house, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of⊠being watched. Once an empty street seemed to never be fully silent, always at least two men standing around. She kept her cool, watching out for signs of being followed and on the third day she noticed a familiar car, one too expensive to be driven by normal people. Y/N knew exactly who those shiny black Bentleys must belong to - the Peaky Blinders. Her blood boiled as she realised her instincts were right - she and her sons were being watched.
How dare he interfere in her affairs after everything she went through because of him. The audacity was so great that only a man with the surname Shelby could be involved. His words swirled around her mind, mixing with the memories she held in her broken heart creating an absolute chaos.
Y/N didn't know what made her hate him more, the mistreatment in the past or the sudden forceful entering her life with the lively gaze, one that used to make her feel so beautiful many years ago.
Holding tightly onto her boys at night, she allowed herself to sink into the pain just one last time; drowning in the sorrow of being replaced by the man she saw the world in. She lived in the shadow of a ghost, walking through the corridors of a house that once was a sign of their undying love, only to be turned into a graveyard for all her dreams and future that would never come. Day by day she felt as if she was never enough. Her dying soul only recovered after giving birth to two perfect little boys that looked at her with those blue eyes and undying love she so desperately needed.
Opening her eyes, Y/N let the tears flow freely as she delicately caressed her son's cheek. Smiling lightly she noticed how soundly they both slept, and one thought came to her mind.
Since she managed to raise and take care of such wonderful boys, it must have meant that she wasn't worthless, after all.
Neither life or Thomas Shelby managed to break her.
***
The next day, Y/N made sure that Mrs. Wilson would babysit the boys while she went to Birmingham. Allowing herself only one night of weakness, she woke up with newly found fierceness and a will to fight for her peace and children.
As soon as she got out of the train, the familiar smell of smoke and mud came to her nostrils, making her a little dizzy. Huffing she walked through the street, feeling frustration growing as the distance between her and his office decreased.
The last thing Tommy expected to hear at eight in the morning on Monday was screaming coming from outside of his office. Cocking an eyebrow he got up, going to see what was causing the commotion. Standing in the doorway he saw Lizzie explaining to Y/N that she couldn't go into his office to no success, as the fire in Y/Nâs eyes told him loud and clear that her patience wore thin. Moving quickly before the situation would escalate, he intervened.
âEnough!â He said, causing both of them to look at him. Glancing at Lizzie, he told her to sit down and take care of the documents while inviting Y/N to his office.
Y/N rolled her eyes, walking past him as adrenaline thumped in her veins.
As soon as Thomas closed the doors of his office, she started her attack.
âWhy in Godâs name are there men on the street and in your fancy cars following me and my sons around day and night? Why are you spying on me?â she shouted at him, anger growing even further as he calmly walked past her. Without another thought Y/N shoved him to the side. âDon't ignore me, you bastard!â
Only then did he stop and turn around with a sigh.
âOur sonsâ He corrected her, âI'm just trying to keep you all safeâ Tommy added, finally looking at her.
Y/N felt like she was about to explode, but then an idea came to her mind. Her lips stretched into a subtle grin.
âWho said they were yours?â She asked, cocking an eyebrow with a mocking smile. Thomas looked at her for a couple moments with a serious expression before snorting loudly as he took a step forward.
âDo you think I'm a fool, Y/N?â He asked, mirroring her grin. âEveryone who has eyes can clearly fucking tell who the father is.â His voice was confident, not a hint of doubt, taking another step forward. Y/N narrowed her eyes seeing the proximity. âI'm the father.â Thomas couldn't help but add. He didn't want to make her even angrier, but the temptation to be even remotely closer was too strong, and if pissing her off was distracting her enough to allow it, so be it.
ââFatherâ is the last thing you should ever call yourself. You don't deserve to be around them, because they're everything you're not. They're good, kind and⊠have tender hearts.â She hissed, each word cutting deep into his skin and Y/N clearly saw it, because the pain was reflected in his eyes like in a mirror. Seeing it felt⊠good. Too good even, like finally gaining back control. Taking a step forward, the distance between them was barely there, as she bravely looked into his eyes. âHe's nothing like you, and never will be.â She finished, the lump in her throat suddenly forming as his jaw twitched, any possible response dying on his tongue as she mentioned one of the boys, one with eyes exactly his own.
Tilting her chin up, she let out a shaky breath, turning around to leave when he spoke up in a low, quiet voice.
âIf you hated me so much, why did you name him after me?â he asked but in a voice that did not expect an answer. Holding onto the small scrap of hope in his heart.
Without another word, she left the office slamming the door behind her.
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âY/N! Thank God you're back!â Mrs Wilson called out in a shaky voice, looking around the corridor to make sure she was alone before shutting the door. âYou can't go to your flat! It's not safe, we need to call the police!â She whispered, fear in her voice so prominent she could barely speak.
âWhat? What happened? Where are the boys?!â She immediately demanded to know, walking into the living room.
âThey'reâTheyâre okay, thank God we were here! These men⊠they barged into your home, destroyed everything! We hid in the closet and now they're sleeping, but⊠Oh God, I was so scared that you'd come back and theyâd done something to you!â She squeezed her hand tightly.
âAâAre they gone?â Y/N whispered glancing towards her apartment but the older woman just shrugged, tugging on her hand.
âDon't go there! We can't be sure!â She pleaded, but Y/N knew she had to look around before anyone else would. At least grab the necessities.
âPlease, wait here. I'll be back in a second.â She quietly made her way to her flat, not expecting to see the degree to which her home was destroyed. She quietly made her way to her flat, not expecting to see the degree to which her home was destroyed. Tears appeared in her eyes at the sight of all the demolished furniture she worked so hard to buy, all the items absolutely ruined. But tears spilled on her cheeks only when she found an envelope.
One with her name on it, and as she opened it, her heart stopped for a moment at the sight of the black hand.
âOh Godâ she whispered. Loud footsteps echoed behind her, making her freeze in fear before familiar arms wrapped around her arms.
âWe were so scared. Where are the boys?â Polly asked in a weak voice, her face covered in tears.
âThey're⊠they're safe. My neighbour took care of them.â She replied, closing her eyes until she felt the familiar heavy scent. Looking behind her she noticed Thomas pacing back and forth, kneeling down as he found a photo in a broken frame, plucking it out as he breathed deeply. A couple moments later he found the black hand, and the frustration on his face was clear as a day.
âFuck!â He yelled, leaning forward as his legs almost gave out under the weight of issues he was facing now.
Y/N couldn't help but feel relief seeing him, which made her even more angry. She hated every positive emotion that she held towards him.
âIt's your fault!â She said, quickly walking up as she punched him in the chest. âYour fucking fault! How dare you walk back into my life and bring danger to my children!â She cried, terrified tears streaming down her face as she tried to unload it on him. âI hate you! You bring nothing but pain and bloody destruction! I wish I never met you!â Thomas closed his eyes, not defending himself even once. She was kicking and screaming like a wounded animal. Only when she felt like her body was giving out, he grabbed her, pulling her closer and making sure she wouldn't fall.
âLet me go!â She yelled in complete frenzy, and the only thing he could think of was pulling her into a hug. One so tight she couldn't get away. âI hate you so muchâ she eventually mumbled out as the last bits of strength wore out, and she simply fainted in his arms.
Seeing them, Polly just shook her head and wiped her tears away as she looked around the apartment.
âPack their things. The ones that survived. I'll go get the boysâ She commanded one of the Blinders, before speaking up again. âDon't forget the wooden horse.â
~~
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Pairing | Jackson Rippner x reader
Summary | Jackson wants an heir, so he buys a slave from an underground breeding farm.
Warnings | NON CON, smut, sexual slavery, dark, dead dove do not eat lmao, vibrator, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding, light humiliation/degradation, mentions of branding/inflicting harm on reader, bondage, dehumanization, AU?
Words | 2k
Notes | Idk I tried to keep the focus on reader only and not really write anything about the âother womenâ but I kinda had to a tiny bit just for the âplotâ. Hopefully it wasnât too much thođ
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Kinktober | day 16: sexual slavery
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âAs you can see, we make sure to thoroughly train each slave.â
Jackson glanced around the room, but his attention was drawn to you. You werenât acting out, but you were significantly more jittery and visibly anxious than the others. âWhat about her?â He asked, pointing at you.Â
âArrived at the facility a week ago. Weâve just begun the training processâŠâ Jackson continued admiring you, taking in the way your red rimmed eyes looked around frantically and your body trembled. âIf youâre interested, training should be complete by the end of the month.â As the man spoke, Jackson glanced around the room, taking in the other, more docile girls.Â
âNo need.â He said surely, turning back to the man who hesitated. âIâll take her.â
âI would strongly advise against that, Mr. Rippner⊠Sheâs far from obedient and the fertility treatment hasnât started yet.âÂ
âI know. Iâd like to break her in myself.â His eyes strayed to you again and his lips curled up into a small smile. âHow long does the fertility treatment take?â He asked, not looking away from you.Â
âWe usually wait two weeks before putting them on the market.âÂ
âCan it be done in one?âÂ
The man paused for a moment. âIâm sure.. for the right price, we can make that happen for you, Mr. Rippner.â Jackson turned to face him, his expression relaxed but also a little amused at the manâs overt attempt to upsell him. In response, he held his hand out to shake on the deal.Â
âMay I?â He asked, pointing to you. The man just gestured to you, silently giving permission. Jackson walked over to you and you tried to back away, but the chain connecting your collar to the floor wasnât long enough for you to be able to escape him. He crouched down in front of you and examined you closely with a small smirk.Â
âYouâre a pretty thing.â He murmured, hungrily dragging his gaze down your nude body. When he lifted his hand to grab your chin, you flinched away from him, making him chuckled softly. âAnd scared too⊠Weâre going to have a lot of fun together.âÂ
A week later, Jackson returned to pick up his new slave and take you home. âWhatâs your name?â He asked, making you falter. After a moment, you gave him your name, your voice timid and full of fear. âJackson.â He responded, guiding you through the house to a room.Â
âYouâll sleep in the crate in my bedroom. However, for our play time, I set up the spare room just for you.â He smirked predatorily, watching you walk inside. You looked around, feeling your stomach churn as you took in all of the whips, toys, restraints, and furniture.Â
âFortunately for you, Iâm not a cruel man.â He pulled you over to a breeding bench and bent you over it, strapping down your wrists, ankles, and torso. âSo between most breeding sessions, youâll spend your time right here.â You could hear movement, but you couldnât turn your head enough to see what he was doing. Then he was suddenly walking in front of you, now holding a ball gag. You clenched your teeth, trying to keep him from putting it on, and he sighed.Â
âEither I put this gag on and continue as planned, or I whip your ass until you bleed, and then put this gag on and continue as planned.â Your bottom lip quivered as your gaze shifted between his face and the gag. With tears in your eyes, you reluctantly opened your mouth. âGood girl.â He secured it, then brushed away a tear that escaped your waterline.Â
You flinched when he suddenly stood up, but he just moved behind you again, out of your field of vision. As soon as you felt something press against your clit, you stiffened, then cried out when he turned the vibrator on. He seemed to be debating what speed to set it at, but eventually he settled on the highest setting.Â
âThere we go.â He smiled, stepping back to admire his work. Your legs were already quivering from the intense pleasure and he could tell you were trying to hold back your sounds. Walking back in front of you, he grabbed your cheeks and lifted your face as he bent down.Â
âThat feel good?â He cooed mockingly. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, your brows knitting together in an adorable display of agony. âI bet it does.â He chuckled. âLike I said, Iâm not completely cruel. I know you wonât ever be turned on enough for our breeding sessions to not hurt youâ at least, not yet.â When you whimpered around the gag, he released you and stood back up. âYouâre welcome.â He said dryly.Â
You could hear his footsteps as he walked and you were already dreading whatever he was going to do next. Instead, all he said before slamming the door shut was, âEnjoy your night.âÂ
The next morning, he woke up and took his time making himself breakfast and getting ready for the day. Eventually he decided to check on you.
Your sounds were audible before he even opened the door and once he stepped inside, his cock twitched at the sight. âOh wow.â He chuckled, stepping closer. At the sound of his voice, your crying intensified and you started pleading through the gag. The vibrator was still going strong, but it was covered in your come, and there was a puddle beneath you, so you either squirted, or pissed yourself.Â
âMaybe I shouldâve let them train you a little longer.â He smirked, slowly making his way to the front of your body. âDo I need to get you some pee pads?â He cooed, making you cry harder. Once he was in front of you, he grabbed your hair and yanked your head up, relishing in the image of your flushed, tear stained cheeks and the saliva that was steadily drooling out of your mouth around the gag.Â
âHow was your night?â He asked, only making you more distressed. You were sobbing so hard that he could even see the snot leaking from your nose. With a sigh, he released you and walked behind you to turn off the vibrator. Your whole body sagged in relief, your muscles still twitching weakly.Â
Leaning closer, he used one hand to grab your ass and pull it open a little, while the other dragged through your slick folds. You let out a choked sound when he pushed two fingers inside you without warning.Â
âPerfect.â He murmured, slowly fucking them in and out of your drooling hole. You were still so tight, but he would at least be able to fit his cock in there. You whimpered and squirmed a little, barely able to move in the restraints, and he let out a low groan, unable to wait any longer.Â
Your body went completely rigid at the sound of his belt buckle, but he ignored it, opening his pants frantically and taking out his length. He moved the vibrator away for now and lined up, then immediately pushed in, forcing a strangled cry out of you from the sudden stretch.Â
He bottomed out with a grunt, taking a moment to admire the sight of your pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. When he pulled back, it was already glistening with your arousal. It didnât take long for him to get desperate enough to speed up, starting a punishing pace that forced little breaths and sounds out of you with each thrust.Â
Once you started moaning, a smug smirk took over his face. âSee? You wouldâve been screaming and crying if not for my compassion.â He said, feigning concern. He reached up to unbuckle the gag and let it drop to the floor before adding, âWhat do you say?âÂ
âT-Thank you.â You choked out, voice hoarse from moaning and crying all night.Â
âTry again.â He ordered with a sharp smack on your ass, forcing a strangled sob from you.Â
âThank you.. masterâŠâ The way you trailed off made it sound like a question, but he decided to let it slide this time and focus on fucking you.Â
âGood girl.â He groaned, speeding up. âYouâre exactly what I wanted, bitch. You still have some fight left in you, but it doesnât take much to beat you into submission.â He chuckled, imagining all the ways he could force you to submit if you were ever disobedient. He was so excited to see your pretty skin covered in bruises, welts, scratches, bite marks, cutsâ everything. He also made a mental note to brand you soon since he was now completely certain that you were the perfect slave heâs been searching for. Â
The wet sounds of your pussy were obscene as he fucked you hard and fast, trying to savor his first time fucking you, but unable to hold back because of how good you felt squeezing his cock.Â
âGod- Iâm already close.â He groaned, already deciding to do another breeding session in a couple hours, instead of waiting until tomorrow. âYour cunt feels fucking incredible.â You whined, but the way you clamped down on his cock was unmistakable.Â
âMark the day, pet. Youâre going to officially be my breeding slave in a few minutes.â He smiled, making you stiffen, then start thrashing.Â
âNo!â You yelled, trying uselessly to escape the restraints.Â
âDonât pretend like you didnât know what you were being sold for.â He scoffed. âYou underwent the fertility treatment, didnât you?âÂ
âPleaseâ please donât..â You sobbed, still trying to break free.Â
âThis is happening, cunt.â He growled bitterly. âI paid for a slave that would give me an heir and thatâs exactly what you are.âÂ
âPlease pull out!â You cried, becoming hysterical. Jackson groaned, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching as you continued begging and sobbing.Â
âKeep fucking crying, bitch. It only turns me on more.â He said with a dark chuckle. This was exactly what he wanted; some fight. He didnât want a broken, docile slave who took his abuse willingly. He wanted a slave who still had hope that this wasnât her new reality, and you were still clinging to that desperately.Â
His hips stuttered for a moment, then he slammed in with a grunt, fully sheathing his cock inside you. Your pussy fluttered around his twitching length, greedily taking his come despite yourself. You were crying almost violently now, babbling out senseless pleas for him to stop, but it was too late.Â
When his orgasm finally faded, he panted for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew his cock. It slipped free with a wet squelch and he quickly walked over to grab the internal vibrator he bought for you. He pushed it in, keeping you plugged up, then took off all the restraints and lifted you upright. You stumbled when he dragged you over to the bed, then whimpered when he threw you down onto it.Â
He started with your wrists, tying them to each corner of the bed. Then he pushed your legs up and bent you in half, letting him tie your ankles to the headboard, keeping your cunt angled up a little bit so that his come could have a chance to take.Â
He stood back to admire you for a moment before remembering the last detail. You watched him walk over to grab a cloth of some kind, then you tried to turn your head away when he moved to tie it around you as a gag, but it was no use.Â
âThere we go.â He smiled proudly. âNow, I have some work that needs to get done before our next breeding session so youâre going to be a good little slave and stay right here.â He chuckled at his choice of words. When he turned on the internal vibrator, you screamed around the cloth and squeezed your eyes shut, feeling far too sensitive after the rough fucking. âSee you in a few hours for round two, pet.âÂ
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