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You Made Him Worried (Mr. Crawling x Reader)
Synopsis: The last thing you want is to make him worried
a/n: Wrote this while high on antihistamine, will probably rewrite after I got better *hic*
Part of this universe
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Mr. Crawling despises it when you get hurt. He tends to be extra clingy, extra needy, and very shaky when it happens.
You have to be careful as you dance around the topic of you getting hurt because he is not playing with your safety.
That's why when you slipped, and the cause was just you being careless as you decided that running towards your apartment to go home is a good decision during a sudden rain, it hit you so bad, you didn't even have time to say ouch out loud. Enough with protecting yourself from getting wet. You were more worried that he will panic and will start a power surge that can cause an electricity loss in your apartment building. You need the heater and can't sleep with how cold it is tonight.
Your white dress is wet and ruined. Your hair is a mess. You are bruised and in pain. And you walk upstairs with a limp. A good way to end the day you supposed.
You remind yourself to be cool. Not to make Mr. Crawling worried. You just want it to not be awkward when you meet him back home, waiting for you at his usual spot.
At least that's the plan.
The moment you stepped inside, all smiles, acting silly, downplaying what happened, you tried your best. You really do.
But when you opened your eyes, and looked at him.
His smile was turned into a frown. And with a shaky voice he asked.
âYou, what happened?â
âYou. Blood? Wound?â
âHurt? Hurt?â He continued asking as he grabbed your arm. A wince came out of your mouth not from his hold, but from a cut you never saw due to the dimly lit streets and the mud that clung on your skin.
âNo! Mr. Crawling, I am okay. See, not hurt and painful at all.â You grabbed his hand and wrapped it around yours, trying to divert his attention. You bite the inside of your cheeks, pretending that your whole body is not sore from the fall.
âLet's go, Mr. Crawling. I need to change or I will get a cold.â You insisted as you stepped inside and tried to chuckle, trying to dissipate the tension that is slowly building up in the air. When suddenly, he stopped, pulled his hands out of your hold, slowly stood up, and towered over you.
âNo!â He screamed, voice deeper than usual. He walked closer, an inch away from you. His breathing is heavy. His hair seems to have a brain of its own as it stood, like Medusaâs snakes. The electricity flickers as he moves.
You gulped, planning to take a step back but youâve been cornered by a wall. You can only helplessly look up at him. Watching the dark look clouding over his face.
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âYou done?â He asked, too chirpy to your liking.
âI will be done soon. Can you let go of my hand for a moment?â You draw circles on his hand that was holding yours as you bathe in the tub. The curtains were drawn, to give you a little privacy. A little uncomfortable but if you fully close it, he will surely sit in the tub and watch you bath instead.
This is the only compromise he agreed to so he will stop standing up and darkening your hallway.
Although you know he wasn't capable of hurting you, you got so scared when he suddenly stood up and towered over you. All you can think about is to make a compromise that he will like, or at least to lessen his worry. It breaks your heart to see him worried.
âYes. Yes. Towel?â He offered. But when you tried to grab it from his hold, he pulled it so you would let it go.
âNo! Me help you.â He insisted.
âBut I can do it by myself.â You countered.
âI said no. I will help you.â A shiver ran down your spine when he suddenly was able to form a whole sentence in your language.
âAlright.â You sighed and stepped out of the tub. He is standing up, hands holding the towel wide open. He is grinning and looking thrilled. Who would have blamed him? It is the first time you two are inside the bathroom together. âCome! Come!â He giggles as he wraps it around you.
The way he switches from terrifying to sweet is always a surprise to you. He can be the sweetest but when push comes to shove, the most frightening ghost you have ever seen.
âHere, kiss. Kiss. Kiss.â He spoke as he raised your arm and kissed all the visible cuts and bruises you have on your skin.
You can't help but giggle from the gesture, feeling your heart swell with happiness. You may be sore but you're glad that you took him home.
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Tethered Time
Logan Sargeant Soulmate AU
Chapter Two
Synopsis: Everyone has a timer on their wrist. It counts down the time until you hear your soulmates voice for the first time. After you hear their voice, it changes to the time until you meet them for the first time.
Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.
Warnings for this chapter: None
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
Masterlist
I AM REWRITING THIS FROM AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER SO IF I MISSED ANYTHING I AM SORRY AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW. This is the last chapter as an OC rewrite.
December 25, 2022
10 months 4 days
     âWe have one last gift for you, Y/n,â your mom says, handing you an envelope. You grab it from her, tearing it open. You look inside and drop it in shock. Multiple paddock passes fall out of it.Â
     âOh my god! You didnât!!â You shout, picking them up. You see passes for multiple races.Â
     âSince Logan is in Formula 1 now, we got you two passes for every race in North America but Las Vegas. We figured this would be a Christmas, birthday, and college graduation present all wrapped into one,â my dad says.
     âThank you so much! This, this is amazing,â you grin. You launch yourself at your parents in a hug. They laugh and hug you back. You do a little happy dance, before grabbing the passes. You inspect them, grinning.Â
     âWe figured youâd take Tucker to at least one race,â your mom says.Â
     âI will probably take him to every race, considering you guys donât like watching it,â you shrug. Your parents nod. You set your passes down, grabbing your phone to call Tucker.Â
     âMerry Christmas!â He greets you.Â
     âHow would you like to go to four Formula 1 races this year?â You ask, not bothering to greet him. The line goes silent. âTucker?â You prompt him.Â
     âAre you serious?â He shrieks in your ear. You pull your phone away from your ear, wincing.Â
     âYes, Iâm serious. My parents got me two passes to almost every race in North America this year,â you tell him, grinning.Â
     âYes! YES! I would love to go!â He yells, causing you to pull your phone away from your ear again. âWhere do we sit at each of them?!â He asks, excited.Â
     âTheyâre paddock passes,â you explain. You pull your phone away again, knowing heâs about to yell again.Â
     âHOLY SHIT, Y/N! TELL YOUR PARENTS I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH!â He screams. You turn to your parents, and theyâre covering their laughter.Â
     âWe love you too, Tucker,â your mom calls out to him.Â
     âIâve got to go now, Y/n, but we will be discussing details of this later,â Tucker says.Â
     âSounds good. Merry Christmas, Tucker,â you say. He wishes you a merry Christmas before hanging up. You grab the passes to go put them somewhere safe.Â
     You sprint down the stairs to thank your parents again. âThank you again!â You hug them again.Â
     âOf course, we want you to get every chance you can to meet Logan, so we thought this would be good,â your mom says. Your dad nods in agreement.Â
     You smile at them before starting to mess around with the new camera lens they got you.Â
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May 5, 2022
5 months 24 days
     âI canât believe weâre actually in Miami to watch a Formula 1 race,â Tucker says, his head going every which way as we enter the paddock. Your head is also turning every which way, trying to see everything you can.
     âI canât believe it, too. Come on! Letâs go look at the hospitalities!â You grab his arm, dragging him towards where you can see the hospitalities. We spend the next 10 minutes looking into as many hospitality windows as possible. âThis is so cool!â You laugh happily.Â
     Tucker sees something and takes off. âCome on, Y/n!â He shouts over his shoulder. Weâre in front of the Williams hospitality. You linger, not wanting to leave. You know that thereâs still basically 6 months until you meet Logan, but youâre hopeful that youâll still get a glimpse of him in person before then. âY/n, letâs go! I want to get some Ferrari merch before it sells out!â Tucker calls out to me.Â
     âIâm coming, Iâm coming!â You say, turning to follow him. You take off after him, not looking back at Williams hospitality. You catch up with him and head towards the area selling merch. âI want to grab some Williams merch,â You say, when you arrive. You split up in the store to go to the different team sections. You grab a Logan hat and a Williams jacket and head towards the check out. Tucker appears behind you, and you laugh when you see his arms loaded with Ferrari merch. âGot enough merch?â You snicker.Â
     âNo, I need you to hold these for me,â he says, a serious look on his face. Your jaw drops in shock, before he breaks out in laughter. âIâm kidding, this is everything,â he says. You nod and you check out.Â
     After checking out, you head up to the paddock club. You take a seat just as FP1 starts.Â
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Loganâs POV
1 minutes 12 seconds
     I glance at my wrist and then around the hospitality. My timer says thereâs only a minute left until I hear my soulmate's voice, but everyone around me are people Iâve talked to before. The door at the entrance opens, and I look up hopeful. I sigh in disappointment when James Vowels walks through the door. âIâm coming, Iâm coming!â I hear a femaleâs voice say as the door closes. In an instant, Iâm out of my seat, pushing past a confused James. My wrist is burning, but I ignore it. I slam the door open and sprint out. My head is whipping in every direction, trying to find the source of the voice. My face falls when I canât pinpoint who the owner of the voice is. I glance down at my wrist and my face falls even more when I see 5 months and 24 days.Â
     I head back inside the hospitality. I spot James and Alex standing at the door, watching me. âWhatâs the matter?â James asks me.Â
     âI heard my soulmateâs voice, but I won't meet her for another 5 months, 24 days, and some hours and minutes,â I sigh. I get looks of pity from both Alex and James. I just shake my head and head downstairs to the garage.Â
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Your POV
5 months 22 days
     âMan, what a disappointing race for Logan. To finish last at your home race must hurt,â Tucker sighs, as you walk out of the paddock.Â
     âYeah, I hope he has a good support system of friends to cheer him up,â you nod in agreement.Â
     âIf only you two had met before, youâre really good at cheering people up,â Tucker says, bumping shoulders with you. You grin, thanking him.Â
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June 18, 2023
Canadian GP
4 months 11 days
     âNo!â You shout when you see Loganâs car pull over to the side of the track. You groan, my head dropping into my hands.Â
     âHis car was giving off a critical error, so itâs good that he stopped,â Tucker shouts over the crowd of the noise and cars. You nod, letting him know you heard him.Â
     âStill sucks though,â you grumble, arms crossed. You sigh and turn your attention back to the race.Â
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October 22, 2023
COTA
7 days
     âHow do you feel knowing youâve got one week until you meet Logan?â Tucker asks as you lay in your beds at the hotel.Â
     âNervous, but excited. What if he doesnât like me?â You turn to look at him.Â
     âHeâll like you, itâs hard not to,â Tucker scoffs. His phone vibrates and he grabs it.Â
    You turn away from him to stare at the ceiling. âThanks, but can we talk about how amazing he did today?! He finished P12!â You exclaim.Â
     âP10,â Tucker says.Â
     Your head whips toward him, with a confused look on your face. âNo, he finished P12.â
     âHe may have finished P12, but heâs now P10 because Hamilton and Leclerc were just disqualified,â Tucker tells you, staring at his phone. He turns it towards you, and you read the article from Formula 1.Â
     âOH MY GOD LOGAN JUST GOT HIS FIRST POINTS IN FORMULA 1!!!â You screech, flying out of bed. You do a little happy dance around the room. Tucker watches you, laughing. He holds his phone up, recording you. You stick your tongue out at him. âYeah yeah, you can laugh. Youâre just the same way when your boyfriend does something youâre proud of,â you wave your hand.Â
     âI know,â Tucker grins, âThis video is going to Carter.âÂ
     âTell him hi for me,â you say, falling onto the bed.Â
     âI will,â Tucker responds, typing away on his phone.Â
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Loganâs POV
7 days
     âHow do you feel about getting your first points?â Alex sits down across from me on the plane.Â
     âHappy, excited,â I respond, grinning. I post the picture I took when learning that I earned points on Instagram. I subconsciously rub my fingers over the timer on my wrist. I notice Alex glancing at it.Â
     âHow much time is left?â He asks, leaning forward.Â
     â7 days,â I breathe out.Â
     His eyes widen, âGetting close then. Are you excited?â
     âVery, Iâve been waiting for this for years. But Iâm also extremely nervous. What if she doesnât like me? What if she doesnât like what I do?â I rhetorically ask.Â
     âWell, considering you heard her voice while at the Miami GP, and you meet her during the Mexico GP, Iâm going to go with she likes what you do,â he points out.Â
     âYeah, youâre right. But that still doesnât mean sheâll like me,â I groan, burying my face in my hands.Â
     âI doubt sheâll dislike you, youâre a likable guy,â Alex says, putting his hand on my shoulder. âYouâve got this. Itâll be okay.â
     âThanks, Alex,â I sigh, looking up at him.Â
     âOf course,â he nods, getting up to go sit with his girlfriend, Lily.Â
     I close my eyes to sleep on the flight to Mexico.
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SMOKE & FOG
0.2 The Last Drop
pairing: jinx x reader (romantic), reader x Isha (siblings), reader x Sevika (platonic)Â
synopsis: Your injury has led you to the one person you swore you could never trust again. A traitor who has never brought you any good and only harm decides to patch you up but with any good deed comes a price. The only question is will this lead to your sister or just more terror?Â
word count: 4.8k
warnings: unreliable narrator (reader), morally gray actions from narrator (reader), villainous activity, murder, oppression, mistreatment, blood & gore, hurt/comfort, drugs & drug use, PTSD, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, (arcane season 2) spoilers, cursing, fighting, mental illnesses, degrading language towards characters and about characters, indirect Maddie Nolan slander, Caitlyn Kiramman slanderÂ
A/N ; most underlined things have a song that go with them that I highly reccommend you listen to , to get the feel/vibe of what's happening ! the same thing applies for the first chapter but I forgot to tell you . also you guys should send me requests for other things you wanna see me write about while you're waiting on a new chapter.
My legs could only carry me so far, my stomach felt like my insides were seconds away from spilling out. The blood dribbling down my arm made a path no matter where I went, it was sickening, like a retelling of my crimes even though I couldn't remember them. I could hear their cries and screams in the back of my head, but not what led up to them. Grown menâs cries of pain and sorrow wasnât something that I was used to, I was always the one in pain, the one being kicked into the ground and abused until that got their sick fill of my defeat. I couldnât cough up any blood, the injury wasnât deep enough to ruin me but it still felt like it was. I was so worried about Isha but I could feel my body starting to slow, I could feel myself losing it ever so slowly, I went to the only place that I could find. The Last Drop.
This used to be a place of solace and safety, one ran by Vander, the symbol of peace in this lowly town, no matter what he would always be able to cheer you up and now it was overrun by Silcoâs old men however one of them was my saving grace. âSevika!â A tortured cry escaped my throat along with her name. She had to be here, I couldn't hold myself up any longer so she said had to be here. âSEVIKA!â My voice cracked, every octave I never thought possible, my body fell from the wall, the only strength I had was to hold my injury from bleeding anymore.
A gold and brown boot fell into my vision but I couldnât even lift my head up for a simple greeting, instead I fell flat on my face, I felt warmâ is this what dying truly is? Itâs so lifeless, my life didnât flash before my eyes, I didnât regret every decision Iâve ever made or see some bright light, I was wondering who was gonna take care of Isha while I was gone. Who was gonna make sure you ate every night and made sure she got home in one piece, who was gonna keep her away from Smeech while I couldn't, who was going to replace me because I was too weak to stay alive and help.Â
My eyes opened drearily, the first thing gracing my vision was an unpeeled orange. Oranges are actually my favorite fruit, one of the only good things that people stole from topsiders besides equipment was fresh fruit. Everything in the underground was just a remake of something from topsiders, food that was already on someone elseâs plate, clothes that were already on someone elseâs back but fresh fruit was the one thing we had and it was delicious. Sure it wasnât as great as sugary treats or drinks that I was sure all the topsider brats got to have on a daily basis but it meant something.
My hands immediately reached for it, splitting it open down the middle and taking a piece off of the side before letting it into my mouth. This could have been poisoned but I would have died a happy person, because who gives a shit? Within a moment of tasting the sweetness of the fruit, reality hit me like a trainâ I was bleeding out in the middle of the Last Drop and now Iâm.. where the hell am I? This wasnât the Last Drop, or the back rooms where Vi, Powder and little man used to be, I envied them, every kid in Zaun did. Those little shits got away with murder and Vander always protected them, he was a savior, everyone loved him. All I could do was sigh at the memory of Vander and the others whenever we were younger, Powder reminded me so much of my little Isha, even though she was just a baby, an infant, they were so similar. Not anymore.Â
Powder was long gone, so was Vi and Mylo and Claggor and Little Man, every single one of them was gone. Even though âpowderâ was still in Zaun, she wasnât truly the same. This wasnât my concern, I needed to figure out where the hell I was. The air felt thin, a weird greenish color and it was near toxic. Inhaling it felt like I was swallowing sandpaper, my throat was closing up and every cough I hacked out was painful, my eyes were barely able to see through the clearing and I was met with the sight of enforcers, through the clearing all I could see were enforcers. A whole group of them, however one I could recognize without even thinking about it. Caitlyn Kiramman.
A gun raised as she explored the foreign territory and her lackeys followed in suit, they were actually terrifying, all of them, gas masks covering their guilty faces, the swoosh of hair just barely escaping their helmets. A shield plate covering their chest from any harm and yet everyone else down here was stuck with no armor, no masks, no weapons but they were raiding a place that looked similar to an arcadeâ a childâs place. How worse could they get? How worse would they be if they catch me? I caught a glimpse, a small glimmer of blue hair, a braid running from the shadow but it escaped my vision long before I could actually see it. I couldnât worry about this, whether or not that's who I assumed it was, I needed to get out of there immediately. My stomach was still in knots of pain but I still ran, I couldnât be in there. The last thing I heard was a singular shot let off but my body went in the opposite direction.Â
Half an hour later I was stuck with half an orange, two full vials of shimmer and no sister in sight. I was too close to our house to keep the shimmer on me, it wasnât like my job was a secret to Isha but I didnât want her to see me like this. I didnât even know if the shimmer was still in my system, two whole vials of it had gone down the drain or rather injected itself into my skin and I couldnât even feel it or remember what happened but I knew it was there, I could feel the buzzing under my fingertips. It was a dormant sensation waiting to be reawakened with every step I took but I couldnât allow it to over take me. âIsha! Isha, Iâm home!â I shouldered off my jacket, a hand rubbing over the bandage around my mid area in the cracked mirror. Weak Freak. Blighter. Bitch.
I held my head in my hands, the headache brewing over the cynical thoughts running through my mind, I saw him, the debt collector I killed. I saw him in my mind and behind me in the mirror but whipping around only led to air and the agitation of my headache even more. It was starting to turn more into a migraine, even the lights would irritate me, I couldnât open my eyes without the lights burning them and my head screamed at me. âYour fault! Itâs your fault that Iâm dead! You know that right, blighter?â âShut up!â As the silence finally fell, I remembered my reality, no one was in the house but me, not Isha, or the debt collector or enforcers. Just me. âGod fucking damn it, Iâm losing my shit.âÂ
I didnât remember passing out, I didnât even remember making it to the scratched up couch that we owned and yet thatâs what I woke up on and to my surprise my sister was in the very same room as me, crouched on the floor with scuffs on her face and hands. Rushing over, I stooped down to her level, brushing the caked up dirt out of her hair and dust off of her face. She looked like she had taken a tumble beyond comparison but she was smiling and giggling like an idiot. Her hat was covered in small drawings all over it, pink, blue, yellow and purple streaks of colors splayed all over it, what the hell? âWhat happened to you? Where have you been?â She completely ignored my question, glazed over eyes as she asked about my whereaboutsâ signing it, I had to see her dusty and fragile hands ask about where I had been and why I was injured, I couldnât admit to my sister that I was selling again and I definitely couldnât say that I had probably killed six people. âSmeech, I pissed him off and we both know that doesnât end well but Iâm fine. Itâs a small injury, it doesnât hurt as bad as it looks.â She frowned, not believing any of my bullshit by a long shot but I tried. I took the hat off of her head, examining it closer, wiping off the small bits of dust that remained.
She shook her head at me, complained that it was purely nothing, it was hilarious how much sass a little girl could have with her hands and facial expressions alone, honestly impressive. I didnât want to leave her side anymore, I couldnât after the scare today. I was afraid to even go back and sell, Smeech would want revenge for the debt collectors I may or may not have killed, I still couldnât recall correctly if that was me. Fuck. I let out a hiss at the memory of me ditching the vials right outside the house, some random mainliner was gonna grab them, that wasnât the concern to me but if they overdosed on my shimmer then Smeech would know and all hell would rain down like hail as he slowly started fitting the pieces together. An image of Isha being dragged away from me, kicking and screaming, fighting like all hell because she was my sister but still losing, I couldnât take the sight, my head was hurting, basically killing me, there was no way I could let that happen.
I returned the hat to her head, squishing it down enough to cover her eyes as a joke waiting as she pushed it back up with an unagitated glare. âWe donât have any food for tonight, so Iâm gonna go get some, alright? I just need to make a little bit more money and there will be enough for both of us..â I sucked in a breath as I looked at her. âIf I canât make enough for two then you can get whatever you want, alright? Iâll be right back, shouldnât be wrong.â Her small frame ran towards my leg, launching herself onto me and not letting go even whenever I tried to shake her off like a bug. âIsha! Isha! Come on, you gotta let me go! I gotta go!â I would never yell at her, more groans of annoyance at a normal tone, one of her hands released its grasp to sign to me once again. âPromise me youâll come back. Promise.â Gods, this little girl, she was gonna be the death of me.
âIâll do you one better, I swear. I swear to every deity in this realm that I will make it back home to you, Isha. I donât care what happens as soon as I leave this house, I will make it back to you.â I wiped the small tear from her face and planted a kiss on her forehead (a little hard with that helmet of hers but I wasnât gonna tell her to remove it) , rubbing her cheeks and she finally released her grip and with that I made my way back out into the cityâ and I will keep my goddamn promise.Â
Never in my life did I ever think that I would be going toe to toe with a mainliner for some shimmer that I didnât even want and yet here I was, getting the shit beat out of me by some random hash-head with a bone to pick because I saw the shimmer the same time that he did. Goddamn it! Why did I even leave the house? The shimmer was a lot further than I remembered and now I was reeling the consequences of my actions, with a kick towards the manâs torso, I felt stronger than I usually do but the feeling was shortly replaced as he flew away from my body and his sudden missing force sent me backwards directly onto the ground. Man, I am just having a shit day today. Dusting myself off, I made it back to my feet, scoffing as I took a look around at the scene before me, I did all this for one vial. What's gonna happen when I find the second one? If I even find it.Â
âHey! Are you ok over there?â God fucking damnit. Hiding the shimmer behind my back I turned towards the voice, another group of enforcers however one of them was injured, I had only been outside for an hour and a half maybe two, I lost track of time but still that wasnât enough time for a group of enforcers to get jumped unless there was something else going on in town that I wasnât aware of. A ginger haired girl poked her head out from the light in the alleyway towards me, my eyes looked bloodshot because I couldnât recall the last time I had slept or had water or a full meal. Hiding my face with a glare towards the ground, I tried to sneak glances at them, a weird blue looking guy was holding up a bulkier man, there was no way I was gonna win a fight if he was gonna be my opponent, it didnât matter how much shimmer I had in my body, he could body slam me no problemâ it also didnât help me that I didnât really know how to fight, I just swung my hands and eventually they would hit something or someone. âHey, sweetheart, are you ok?â Why did she have to call my sweetheart? It was so much more..demeaning, degrading me in such a way, like she was taunting me. The lick of her accent only dealing more pain to the wound, Piltover, every single one of them assumed the worst of anyone down here and the fact that she was an enforcer? God I would never live it down if she found me with shimmer, hell she might even kill me on the spot, so my only option? âFine. That.. crackhead tried to steal my money. He succeeded, Iâm pretty much out.â I lifted my face, so that she could see me, injuries from my other fight still visible, her face reacted but not her words however the two behind her seemed impatient, whispering about her needing to hurry up. She rummaged through her jacket pocket and dropped some coins in my hand, plenty for me and Isha, god they were so easy. With a wave she ran back to her little group, a scowl on the manâs face as he looked at me, at that point hiding the shimmer didnât do me any good and they were leaving and injured as well, were they really gonna stop for me?Â
That ginger haired enforcer gave me plenty enough for me and Isha, maybe even a little bit more however I still needed to get rid of this shimmerâ I needed to at least prove to Smeech that I did sell my products and didnât just lose it (which is exactly what I did). I owed him nothing, absolutely nothing and yet here I was still trying to pay off my dwindling debt..a debt that was definitely going to have some âadded feesâ as soon as he figured out that it was me. My eyes glazed over the sky, a blanket of dimming sky had fallen over, then again I could barely see anything due to the glaze of the smoke, it felt like the smoke from earlier however it wasn't as thick so it was just barely breathable. My hand flew over my mouth, a small attempt to filter the trashed air, as soon as I made it through the smoke I could see Piltover in my wake, one day Isha would be up there, she wouldnât be stuck down here with anyone else, she would be trusted and respected and no one would where she came from because Iâd erase any existence of her being in Zaun, for her own safety, for her future.Â
My thoughts were shattered, not because of the shimmer this time, but because the ground began to shake, the gas in the alleyway being dragged outwards towards god knows what. I thought it was a monster or a vacuum until Piltover was painted pink, blue, purple and green, the colored smoke staining buildings which I could see even from where I was. Children started giggling, running around and celebrating the defaming of Piltoverâs âperfectâ picture. I couldnât stop the smile that was shown on my lipsâ gaze trapped on the smoke until it dissipated. âJinx! Mommy sheâs back, itâs Jinx!â Â Jinx? Two run ins in one day would be crazy, right? I ran into the enforcers that she murdered earlier today and now Iâm watching her plans play out in front of me. I've only seen her a few times in my entire life but she was enrapturing every single time, her mind was near genius, something that no one ever appreciated or acknowledged but I saw it, I noticed it, granted that meant nothing to her since we had never met but still. Sheâs actually the one who got me into creating my own trinkets. Isha took a liking to it as well, perhaps I should start to tweak them a bit more. Focus. If Jinx was up to no good then I was pretty much screwedâ Isha. I left her at home and promised that I would be back, no I didnât promise, I swore that was more important than any promises I could ever make. I sprinted back home but Iâm not sure why I even got my hopes up. She was gone, she didnât leave anything behind, damnit maybe I should have made her swear that she was gonna stay here, not that I was gonna come back.Â
My unfortunate first thought was to check wherever Jinx was, thanks to that colorful display she couldnât have been that far. I didnât really know where her âhideoutâ was, I just knew where Silco used to do business since it was pretty hard to hide such a renovated building and itâs been abandoned ever since his death a few months ago.. To be honest Silco gave me more hope than Vander ever did but once he fell down the wrong rabbit-hole and created shimmer, I lost confidence in every new âsymbol of peaceâ that popped up every few months, except Jinx.
Something about her was.. interesting, it was like she never wanted to be a symbol but everyone kept treating her like one, some may say it was just her being humble but I know better. It was being stuck with a responsibility you never asked for and every single person who was supposed to lead you and show you how it works is gone and now youâre forced to figure things out on your own and everyone is depending on you. Itâs how I felt when our parents died, the responsibility to take care of Isha was killing me inside. I never even wanted another sibling, I just wanted to be an only child, we were struggling enough as it is and dad was always sneaking out. When he returned he reeked of Piltover, of their lavish perfumes, exotic smells and fancy food, we both knew that what he was doing wasnât good but he was all that we had so we couldnât just let him go because of some.. Piltover woman who stole his heart from my mother.
I couldnât find it in my heart to call him the traitor that he was, not even mom did it, if anything she looked worried for him every time he got back from Piltover, stealing him away with hushed whispers. I could never really hear what they were talking about, I just assumed that they didnât want to fight in front of me but I was a big girl, I could handle it, I didnât need them to treat me like a scared child.Â
Now here that scared child was again, clutching my shirt away from my skin like it would save me from whatever horrors were inside of this building, I expected dead bodies in the corners, peopleâs heads on the gate as a warning or a beware, instead it looked like a normal building but with a lot of lights on the outside. I shoved the front door open, it seemed locked but this place was clearly abandoned so it's not like there were any guests hiding insideâ besides the ghosts that is.
It was freezing in there and the temperature only felt like it was dropping the further I moved, the slow movement led me to an office room, an uncomfortably dusty chair was hidden away by the even worse looking desk. It was very uncanny, I could play out Silco turning around in his chair in front of me despite the fact that I have never met the man face to face. âWell, don't you clean up nicely?â The rasp from her voice made me jump, my head swinging in every direction to find out where it came from, she sounded like she was behind me, and beside me all at onceâ turns out she was just beside me.Â
âSevikaâ mara, you could at least announce yourself?â There was a brand new arm that adorned her, gold in color but drawings all over it in those same, now traumatizing colors, and a slot machine to go with it, wasnât she an addict? âWhat are you doing down here, blighter?â I hated that term and she knew it, it was definitely just to get under my skin but it worked every single time. âLooking for my sister.â She shouldered a laugh. âI was wondering where your other half was. My personal favorite out of the two, she doesnât complain as much.â I rolled my eyes, she was mute, she didnât verbally complain about anything but I guess just shutting up is what gets you favored by Sevika. âWe found her aright, Jinx caught her trying to get away from some of that ratâs olâ debt collectors. That your doing?â I mentally cursed however my body showed my disdain from the way I deflated. âI⌠I didnât mean to. Damn it, it wasnât my fault. A group of enforcers came out of nowhere and jumped the shit out of me and some other sellers. Itâs how I got thisââ I lifted my loose shirt to show her the wrapped up injury, she grimaced and looked away from it as if she wasnât interested in it but hadnât she already seen it before? Why was she acting like this? âWait, werenât you the one who bandaged me up? Youâve already seen it, why are you asking me what happened?â Her head turned back to me and her eyebrow raised as she stood up and walked towards me. Iâm not a pussy but I know a fight that I can and cannot win and she is someone I canât fight and win. âNo. I havenât seen you since last year.â âThen.. I went to the Last Drop, looking for you. Who helped me if it wasnât you? I saw your shoes..â Sevika groaned loudly and took off, I wasnât sure if I was supposed to follow behind her but I did.Â
It looked like an abandoned air ventilation system, however it was decorated with the same drawings that I saw on Ishaâs hat when she came home and the oneâs on Sevikaâs armâ Jinx? Isha noticed me before I noticed her, running immediately over to me and hugging onto my leg, tears filled my eyes as I looked at her. I didnât think she was dead but my hopes of her being alive and well werenât very high at the moment. I clutched onto Ishaâs side, tears filling my eyes, I had almost her twice in one day and it was enough to give me a heart attackâ it didnât help that both times I thought I lost her ended with Zaunâs symbol of âpeaceâ and psychopath who was also the most alluring woman I have ever met in my entire life.
God damn it Jinx. She scowled at me, an eyebrow raised at my presence, that seemed to be happening more often than I would have liked it to. âEnforcers, they jumped the shit out of me and almost killed me. I would have never left her alone if it wasnât for those bastards.â Ishaâs inaudible giggle was below me as she signed the word for âshitâ and I lightly slapped her hand away, kids are so bad. Jinxâs eyes didnât seem to waver, forever staring into my soul as if she was gonna rip my throat out with her teeth for even touching Ishaâ like she wasnât my sister. âLooks like you didnât do a very good job.â
 Her gaze went towards my stomach and I wanted a hole in the floor to open and swallow me up, her surveying my body was so intimidating and intimate that it began to breach the lines of uncomfortable. âI killed those enforcers ok? I killed them and the stupid debt collectors in that goddamn alleyway. There are six people dead and itâs all my fault so can I get a little grace here?â I almost yelled at her, who was she to tell me that I was a bad sibling? A bad protector? âYou left her!â She seemed to stalk closer to me with her every word. âAt home! She was never supposed to be on the streets in the first place but if she didnât leave the house like I told her not to then we wouldnât be in this situation in the first place!â My words were directed towards Isha but my anger was shot directly at Jinx, so much she almost choked on her words. âBut you still left me!â âI didnât mean to! I went to hell and back to get back home to her!â I was so entranced by my own fit of rage that I didnât even notice her change of words. She wasnât talking about Isha, she was talking about herself, but I had never left or even met Jinx personally besides this one point. She had just been a whisper in the crowd, a terrifying sight that Silco had created that he guarded as if she was actually his own daughter. It was sickening to hear but it was none of my business. We both just sat there, heaving chests and ignoring the tears that were threatening to slide down our cheeks, the only reason I looked away from her was because Isha tapped my thigh. âWe were fighting the enforcers, the one with the blue hair almost shot us!â  Us? Us Us?! My eyes flicked up towards Jinx, invading her personal space without a care in the world, pushing her back up against some makeshift desk, she could have stopped me if she wanted to but didnât.Â
âYou let Isha get close to Caitlyn Kiramman? You almost let her get shot by Caitlyn Kiramman?! Sheâs a fucking child! Do you have any restraint at all or are you just that evil that you canât even help yourself but enjoy chaos? And why the fuck did Caitlyn Kiramman almost shoot you?â At my last question I spun towards Isha, I didnât actually know anything about what was going on, I just knew that she almost shot my sister and that was enough to go off on anyone around. âThe kid was protecting Jinx. Jumped on top of her and wouldnât let go of all hell, Caitlyn and Vi were trying to kill herâ your sister didnât want to let that happen.â Oh. Well now I felt like a fucking idiot, Jinx was going through hell and I just blamed her for everything without even asking, however she could have clarified or at least said something while I was standing in front of herâ why hadnât she moved? I turned my head back to her to apologize but she bombarded me with a hug so fast I almost fell over, those tears from earlier finally over took her, wetting the top of my already ruined shirt. I didnât know how to respond, I just awkwardly wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into my neck. âYou came back to me.âÂ
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Linda leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm prepared to offer you a book deal. A three-book contract, to be precise. The advance is generous, and the royalties - well, let's just say they're enough to make even my father's ghost smile."
Making Harlan's ghost smile? That must be a good deal đ
"The condition," she explained, her voice taking on a steely edge, "is that you convincingly pose as his sweet-as-a-peach fiancĂŠ for two years.â
Oh đŹ
Linda leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of whiskey. "It's quite simple, really. You play the role of Ransom's devoted fiancĂŠe, help rehabilitate his image, and in return, you get your book deal. Three books, a substantial advance, and the backing of one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the industry.â "But... Ransom... he tried to kill someone. He went to prison. How could I possibly-" "Details," Linda waved her hand dismissively. "The public has a short memory. With the right narrative, we can reshape Ransom's image. A reformed bad boy, humbled by his time in prison, now devoted to his charming fiancĂŠe and ready to contribute positively to society. We both know the power of a well-crafted story. People will believe anything."
Pff just some measly details, absolutely o big deal lol
"I understand your hesitation," Linda said, her voice softening slightly. "But consider this: you'd have unprecedented access to our family. Think of the material for your future novels. The inside scoop on one of America's most infamous families. Isn't that what every mystery writer dreams of?" You had to admit, she had a point. The Thrombey-Drysdale saga was the stuff of legend in literary circles. To be on the inside, to see how they really lived and interacted? That alone could draw readers in if they thought there was any chance youâd pull threads and weave it into your future novels.
Ngl that sounds really good, even not being a writer, but with that inspo I would maybe become one đ
You took a deep breath, your mind reeling from the enormity of what you had just agreed to. Six books. A multi-million dollar deal. And all you had to do was pretend to be engaged to a convicted criminal for two years. It seemed surreal, like something out of one of - well not one of Harlan's novels, but whatever romance author was currently trending.
But I would expect that the chances of Ransom murdering might be slimmer with all the eyes on him and his fiancĂŠe đ¤đ¤ˇđťââď¸
He was taller than you expected, his presence filling the doorway. His piercing blue eyes scanned you from head to toe, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So, you're the lucky lady my mother's picked out for me," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You bristled at his tone but forced a smile. "And you must be the charming ex-convict I've agreed to shackle myself to," you replied, matching his sarcasm with your own. "Can we consider the awkward introductions done now?"
They have similar humor, a good start
"Nice place," you commented, setting your bags down. "I half expected to see crime scene tape and chalk outlines." Ransom's laugh was sharp and humorless. "Sorry to disappoint. I save all my murdering for the family estate. This is my sanctuary."
This actually cracked me up đ
âYou can relax. Iâm not likely to try to murder you - the memory of the inconvenience of being incarcerated will probably last for twenty-four to thirty-six months, putting you in the clear.â
That at least something đ¤ˇđťââď¸đ
"Speaking of, all your stuff was delivered safe and sound, but I took the liberty of having some clothes delivered for you. Can't have my fiancĂŠe looking like a struggling writer when we're out in public." You bristled at his comment. "What's wrong with my clothes?" Ransom's eyes raked over you, his gaze lingering a bit too long for comfort. "Let's just say they don't exactly scream 'trophy wife of a reformed bad boy billionaire.'"
I wouldn't say no to a little shopping spree
"It's... stunning," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. Ransom's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something - pride? nostalgia? - passing across his face. "It is, isn't it?" he said, his the sarcastic tone momentarily abandoned again. "My great-grandfather proposed with that ring after returning from the war. It's seen its fair share of family drama." "Are you sure about this?" you asked cautiously. "Shouldn't a family heirloom go to someone real?" Ransom's expression hardened slightly.
I loved this moment between them đĽ°
Excited to read more of these two đ¤
Between the Lines
Characters/Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x curvy female!Reader Word Count: 4.4k Summary: When presented with a deal you can't resist, you agree to to create an illusion so you can achieve your actual dreams.
Content/Warnings: masturbation, slow burn, forced proximity, fake engagement, annoyed/disgusted to lovers
Notes: This takes place after the events of Knives Out. Yes, all of the movie. No exclusions. Dividers by @vesearartistry and @saradika. My humble offering for week seven of my Countdown to Chris-mas. Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 and @biteofcherry for both indulging some of my plot-talking for this fic!
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You sat nervously in the lobby of Blood Like Wine Publishing watching the gears behind the glass display on the elegant clock above the reception desk.
Up until the death of Harlan Thrombey, the publishing house had published his works exclusively with a new murder mystery being produced and translated into dozens of languages each year like clockwork, the gears and cogs a well-tested as the antique clock on display.
With no Harlan, the publishing house had opened to submissions and you and your agent had made it through the initial rounds of querying and contract negotiations.
But now, only a year and a half after the prolific geniusâs death and transfer of ownership to his nurse and friend Marta Cabrera, Marta had sold to a new owner - yet to go public in name, and they had asked for a meeting before finalizing the contract.
You tried not to fidget as you gripped the leather armrests of the chair, willing the minutes to pass faster. The lobby was eerily quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional rustle of papers and the soft clacking of the keyboard from the receptionist's desk. The walls were adorned with framed book covers, each one a testament to Harlan Thrombey's literary legacy. You couldn't help but wonder if your own work would ever grace these halls.
As you waited, your mind raced with possibilities. Who was this mysterious new owner? What did they want? Your agent had assured you that this was just a formality, but the knot in your stomach suggested otherwise. You found yourself studying the intricate patterns in the marble floor, tracing the veins of gold and silver that snaked through the stone like the plot twists in one of Thrombey's novels.
Just as the clock struck ten, the elevator dinged, and a tall woman with perfectly coiffed short white hair strode out, her heels clicking authoritatively on the polished marble floor. She paused at the receptionist's desk, speaking in hushed tones before turning her piercing gaze towards you.
"I assume youâre my ten oâclock?" she questioned, her voice sharp and commanding.
You suppressed a gasp and abruptly stood, smoothing your clothes nervously as you approached none other than Linda Drysdale - the legendary daughter of Harlan.
"Yes, that's me.â
She gave you a once-over, then nodded. âCome with me.â
You followed Linda into the elevator, your heart pounding in your chest. The mirrored walls reflected your nervous expression back at you, and you tried to school your features into something more confident. Linda stood beside you, her posture perfect. In contrast to you, she seemed entirely at ease, tapping away at her phone with manicured nails.
When the doors opened, you stepped out into a hallway lined with dark wood paneling and more framed book covers. Linda's office was at the end, a massive space with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was dominated by an imposing desk made of rich mahogany, its surface neat and organized.
"Please, sit," Linda said, gesturing to one of the leather chairs in front of her desk. As you settled in, she moved to a small bar cart in the corner. "Can I offer you a drink? Perhaps some whiskey? A gin and tonic? Coffee? Tea?"
You shook your head, politely declining. "No, thank you. I'm fine."
Linda shrugged, pouring herself a generous measure of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler. "Suit yourself," she said, returning to her desk and settling into her high-backed leather chair. She took a sip, savoring the whiskey before fixing you with her piercing gaze once more.
"I've read your manuscript," she began, her fingers drumming lightly on the desk's polished surface. "It's intriguing. You have potential, there's no denying that."
Your heart swelled with pride at her words, but you remained silent, sensing there was more to come.
Linda leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm prepared to offer you a book deal. A three-book contract, to be precise. The advance is generous, and the royalties - well, let's just say they're enough to make even my father's ghost smile."
You felt a surge of excitement, but something in Linda's tone made you hesitate. There was a glint in her eye, a slight curl to her lip that suggested there was more to this offer than met the eye.
"However," she continued, swirling the whiskey in her glass, "there is one small condition."
The word hung in the air between you, heavy with implication. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "What kind of condition?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
Linda smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "You see, my father liked to play games. In his will, he left us with one final trick. I donât know how much of this you heard or followed in the news, but he left us nothing - his cash and assets, our home, and this publishing house all went to Marta Cabrera, his nurse at the time of his death.â
You would have been hard-pressed to have missed the news because it had spilled over into scandal.
âI donât expect to see the sixty million, and thatâs tough, but I can live with that - Iâve made my own fortune, and neither Walt and his family nor my sister-in-law and her daughter need to continue suckling off the teat of dadâs treasury. The house still hurts, but Iâll get it back - I can bide my time. But this? It only took me eighteen months of patience and strategy, working through subsidiaries and intermediaries, to close the deal on getting Blood Like Wine back in the family where it belongs.â
âI will go public with my ownership by the end of the week,â she continued, âbut for better and for worse, the acquisition has ended up coinciding with my sonâs pending release from prison.â
âRansom?â
Linda nodded, a flicker of emotion crossing her face before disappearing behind her composed facade. "Yes, Ransom. As you can imagine, his... indiscretions have caused quite a stir in our family and social circles."
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure where this was leading.
"My son made mistakes, grievous ones. But he's served enough time, and now he needs a chance to redeem himself. That's where you come in."
Your brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure I understand, Mrs. Drysdale. What does this have to do with my book deal?"
"The condition," she explained, her voice taking on a steely edge, "is that you convincingly pose as his sweet-as-a-peach fiancĂŠ for two years.â
Your mouth fell open in shock. Ransom Drysdale, the man who had attempted to murder Marta Cabrera and frame her for Harlan's death, and she expected you to agree to this? You stared at Linda in disbelief, and the silence stretched between you, broken only by the soft ticking of an antique clock on the bookshelf behind her.
"I... I don't know what to say," you finally managed, voice a little weak in your shock.
Linda leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of whiskey. "It's quite simple, really. You play the role of Ransom's devoted fiancĂŠe, help rehabilitate his image, and in return, you get your book deal. Three books, a substantial advance, and the backing of one of the most prestigious publishing houses in the industry.â
"But... Ransom... he tried to kill someone. He went to prison. How could I possibly-"
"Details," Linda waved her hand dismissively. "The public has a short memory. With the right narrative, we can reshape Ransom's image. A reformed bad boy, humbled by his time in prison, now devoted to his charming fiancĂŠe and ready to contribute positively to society. We both know the power of a well-crafted story. People will believe anything."
You felt your head spinning. This was so far beyond what you had expected when you'd nervously entered the building this morning. "And what does Ransom think about this plan?" you asked, grasping for any semblance of normalcy in this surreal situation.
Linda's lips curved into a tight smile. "Ransom will do as he's told if he wants to maintain his lifestyle and eventually inherit his share of the family fortune. He knows the stakes."
You sat there, stunned. The offer was tempting - a three-book deal with Blood Like Wine Publishing was beyond your wildest dreams. But to fake an engagement with a convicted criminal? It seemed insane.
"I understand your hesitation," Linda said, her voice softening slightly. "But consider this: you'd have unprecedented access to our family. Think of the material for your future novels. The inside scoop on one of America's most infamous families. Isn't that what every mystery writer dreams of?"
You had to admit, she had a point. The Thrombey-Drysdale saga was the stuff of legend in literary circles. To be on the inside, to see how they really lived and interacted? That alone could draw readers in if they thought there was any chance youâd pull threads and weave it into your future novels.
And besides, this was your dream: a multi-book deal with a prestigious publisher, the chance to see your work in print, and to potentially become not only a published author but one who with Blood Like Wineâs name and marketing department could be a truly successful author. How could you pass it all up?
âWhat would you say to four books?â
You blinked, taken aback by Linda's sudden offer. "Four books?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
Linda nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Four books. And we'll double the advance. Consider it... hazard pay." She chuckled softly at her own joke.
Your breath caught in your throat. Four books? The offer was even more tempting now, dangling before you like a golden carrot. You found yourself leaning in, drawn into Linda's web despite your better judgment.
"I... I don't know," you stammered, your mind racing. "This is all so sudden. What exactly would be expected of me?"
Linda's smile widened, sensing your wavering resolve. "Nothing too taxing, I assure you. Attend some charity galas, be seen at upscale restaurants, perhaps a carefully orchestrated paparazzi shot or two. We'll craft a beautiful love story for the press - how Ransom found redemption through your unwavering support and love."
You nodded slowly, uncertainty swirling more strongly, gut churning because you were actually considering this. You could do public appearancesâŚ
âA year and a half,â you countered.
Linda shook her head firmly. âNo, I wonât budge on the time commitment. Two years is a bankable amount of time to make sure we turn enough pages to fully close this chapter. But Iâll give you six books.â
Your heart leapt at that, and even though your gut was uneasy, your brain was shouting that this kind of deal was something you could not refuse. âSix books, and the first two released before the engagement period is over.â
âDeal,â Linda agreed.
You took a deep breath, your mind reeling from the enormity of what you had just agreed to. Six books. A multi-million dollar deal. And all you had to do was pretend to be engaged to a convicted criminal for two years. It seemed surreal, like something out of one of - well not one of Harlan's novels, but whatever romance author was currently trending.
"I think I will have that drink now," you said, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.
Linda's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "I find a good whiskey helps smooth over even the most unusual of business deals."
You nodded, watching as she selected a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. The soft clink of glass on glass filled the room as she poured a generous measure into a tumbler. The rich, peaty aroma of the whiskey wafted towards you, promising warmth and liquid courage.
Linda returned, extending the glass to you. Your fingers wrapped around the cool crystal and your eyes met Linda's. There was a moment of silent understanding between you - a recognition of the Faustian bargain you had just crafted and agreed to.
As you raised the glass to your lips, Linda's voice cut through the silence. "One more thing," she said, her tone casual but her gaze intense. "I'll up the advance to five million if you agree to move in with Ransom."
Your GPS led you to the top of a cul-de-sac in the Brownâs Wood neighborhood of Lincoln, Massachusetts. Beautiful trees and a typical New England landscape ushered you up the drive to the midcentury modern home owned by Hugh Ransom Drysdale. It didnât scream home, but there was no denying it was a stunning feat of architecture - white walls and black roofing framing a structure of mostly floor-to-ceiling windows.
You sat in your car for a moment, gathering your courage. The enormity of what you had agreed to in Lindaâs office had been sinking in all week, but this was it. Five million dollars. Six books. And two years of your life pretending to be engaged to - and now living with - a man who had attempted murder.
Maybe approaching all of this as if it was one big plot so of course it had to all work out was a ridiculous coping strategy, but itâs the one you had adopted.
But when the seven-figure advance had appeared in your bank account, giving you more money than you had earned in your entire life, you didnât have it in you to back out.
If he murdered you, at least you would have paid off your student loans, credit card debts, provided for your parentsâ retirement, and put away enough money in a trust for your nephewâs college fund.
The house loomed before you, a monument to wealth and taste that felt utterly alien. With a deep breath, you grabbed your bags from the passenger seat and made your way to the front door.
Before you could even ring the bell, the door swung open, revealing Ransom Drysdale himself.
He was taller than you expected, his presence filling the doorway. His piercing blue eyes scanned you from head to toe, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So, you're the lucky lady my mother's picked out for me," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You bristled at his tone but forced a smile. "And you must be the charming ex-convict I've agreed to shackle myself to," you replied, matching his sarcasm with your own. "Can we consider the awkward introductions done now?"
Ransom's smirk widened into a grin, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, I like you already. Come on in, darling," he said, stepping aside to let you in. "Welcome to Hill House Drysdale. Try not to get too attached - I hear it's only a two-year lease."
You stepped into the house, immediately struck by the minimalist decor and open floor plan. The entire back wall was glass, offering a stunning view of the surrounding woods. It was beautiful, but cold - much like its owner, you mused.
The house was a stark contrast to the warmth of the Thrombey mansion you'd seen in news reports. This place was all clean lines, minimalist furniture, and an abundance of glass and steel.
"Nice place," you commented, setting your bags down. "I half expected to see crime scene tape and chalk outlines."
Ransom's laugh was sharp and humorless. "Sorry to disappoint. I save all my murdering for the family estate. This is my sanctuary."
You couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at his dark humor. At least he wasn't trying to pretend this was anything other than what it was - a business arrangement.
"So, where should I put my things?" you asked, gesturing to your bags. Some of your things had been sent off to a storage unit, but the things a moving consultant had determined would come here with you had been packed up and moved earlier in the day.
"The master suite is upstairs," Ransom said, closing the door behind you. "Stay out unless youâre embarking on a conjugal visit.â
You scoffed. âCharming.â
He winked at you, then began to take you through the house. âOther than that, youâre free to roam the house, and Iâll stay out of your space. Living room here,â he gestured around, then walked to the right, and you followed him into a sleek, modern kitchen. âTwo Bosch ovens, a six-burner range, your choice of pretty much any appliance in one of these cupboards.â
âYou cook?â
It was his turn to scoff. âGod, no.â
He walked you through the length of it, coming out on the other end of the living room, and then walking through a dining room with a long black table and another two walls of floor-to-ceiling windows.
Ransom didnât strike you as one for entertaining dinner parties, making this more of a feature room than anything else.
At the other end, you came to a new wing of the house.
âThis is you,â he said simply. âFirst door office, second is your bedroom and bathroom.â
You hesitated at the transition point from the dining room to the other side of the house.
âWhat is it?â Ransom asked, turning and putting his hands on his hips impatiently.
âLinda said a contractor would be brought in to install a door and security system.â
âShe said could, and youâve got locks installed, but I own this house, installing a wall and door here is more invasive than I was willing to agree to, and since sheâs a real estate mogul she conceded it would altar the property value.â
âIâŚâ
âYou can relax. Iâm not likely to try to murder you - the memory of the inconvenience of being incarcerated will probably last for twenty-four to thirty-six months, putting you in the clear.â
You frowned.
âTheyâre nice rooms, state of the art locks, youâll be fine,â he reiterated, rolling his eyes. âDigital reinforced with an analog component that youâll have the only keys to.â
He tossed you a keychain with three keys, which you were quick to catch.
âDownstairs thereâs another living room thatâll be for you exclusively and a laundry room.â
âSo, youâll be coming through here to do laundry then?â you asked.
âCute of you to think I do my own laundry.â
Now it was you who had an eye roll to give.
"Speaking of, all your stuff was delivered safe and sound, but I took the liberty of having some clothes delivered for you. Can't have my fiancĂŠe looking like a struggling writer when we're out in public."
You bristled at his comment. "What's wrong with my clothes?"
Ransom's eyes raked over you, his gaze lingering a bit too long for comfort. "Let's just say they don't exactly scream 'trophy wife of a reformed bad boy billionaire.'"
You gritted your teeth, reminding yourself of the substantial paycheck waiting for you at the end of this charade. "Fine. When is the first public outing?"
Ransom checked his watch, a sleek, expensive-looking timepiece that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. "We have a charity gala tomorrow night. My dear mother thought it would be the perfect opportunity to debut our 'relationship' to society."
Your stomach twisted with anxiety. Tomorrow night? That was so soon. You weren't prepared for this.
âLast thing,â he said, reaching into his pocket. âHereâs your ring.â
Ransom reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. As he opened it, your breath caught in your throat. Nestled inside was a ring that could only be described as breathtaking.
The center stone was a flawless oval-cut diamond, easily 3 carats, that seemed to capture and refract every bit of light in the room. It was held in place by a delicate setting adorned with two smaller diamonds on either side. Each facet of the ring sparkled with an intensity that was almost hypnotic.
"This," Ransom said, his voice uncharacteristically warm, "is a family heirloom. It belonged to my great-grandmother, passed down through the generations. My mother insisted I give it to you."
He carefully removed the ring from its velvet nest and held it out.
You reached for it, holding it delicately and studying it more closely.
âAnd I am going to insist that you wear it continually,â he added, tone back to its normal bite, ânone of this on and off business. Weâre engaged and thereâs no reason to risk a slip up forgetting to put it on before you leave the house.â
The weight of it in your hand felt significant, both physically and metaphorically. This wasn't just any engagement ring - it was a piece of Thrombey family history.
"It's... stunning," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Ransom's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something - pride? nostalgia? - passing across his face. "It is, isn't it?" he said, his the sarcastic tone momentarily abandoned again. "My great-grandfather proposed with that ring after returning from the war. It's seen its fair share of family drama."
You couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I bet it has."
Ransom cleared his throat, his mask of indifference sliding back into place. "Well, go on then. Put it on.â
"Are you sure about this?" you asked cautiously. "Shouldn't a family heirloom go to someone real?"
Ransom's expression hardened slightly. "Iâm hardly that sentimental. This arrangement is real enough for my mother, and it's real enough for me. Besides," he added with a sardonic smile, "you're as close to family as I'm likely to get these days."
With a deep breath, you slipped it onto your left ring finger. The final symbol of the elaborate charade you had chosen to undertake.
It was near midnight, and you were worn out and nearly ready to collapse into your bed. The movers had done most of the work, but you still had had some unpacking to take care of and moved the furniture around in your bedroom and the room that would be your office. After giving you the engagement ring, Ransom had left you alone the rest of the day.
You padded quietly through the dining room that connected the two halves of the house to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle before bed.
The house was eerily quiet as you made your way through the darkened rooms. Moonlight filtered through the expansive windows, casting long shadows across the polished floors. You tried to move silently, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the night or alert Ransom to your presence.
As you entered the kitchen, the cool tile against your bare feet sent a small shiver up your spine. You fumbled for a moment, searching for the light switch, but decided against it. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and the soft glow from the windows was enough to navigate by.
You had just placed your water bottle under the refrigerator's filtered, letting the cool water splash into your bottle, when another sound caught your attention.
At first, it was barely perceptible - a faint, rhythmic creaking from upstairs. You froze, straining your ears. The sound grew clearer: a low, guttural groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin moving over skin.
Frozen in place, your cheeks flushed hot as realization dawned. Ransom was fisting his cock and unabashedly enjoying it.
Part of you wanted to flee back to your room immediately, but you were paralyzed, afraid any sound of movement might alert him to your presence.
Your breath caught in your throat as Ransom's moans intensified, echoing through the quiet house. The rhythmic creaking of his bed frame quickened, punctuated by deep, guttural groans that sent shivers down your spine. You stood frozen in the kitchen, your water bottle forgotten as you listened, captivated against your will.
Your body betrayed you, responding to the primal sounds drifting down from above. Heat bloomed in your core, your skin tingling with unwanted arousal. You could almost picture him - his muscular body taut with tension, head thrown back in ecstasy, those piercing blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Your imagination filled in the details - the flex of his biceps as he stroked himself, the sheen of sweat on his chest, the way his abs would clench with each thrust into his fist.
You pressed your thighs together, trying to quell the ache building between them.
"Fuck," Ransom's voice drifted down, rough with need.
The raw intensity in his voice sent a jolt through you. Your breath quickened, matching the frantic pace of his movements above. You knew you should leave, retreat to the safety of your room, but your feet remained rooted to the spot.
The sounds grew more urgent, building to a crescendo. Ransom's groans became deeper, more primal. You could hear the desperation in his voice, the need for release. Your own body thrummed with sympathetic tension, your nipples hardening beneath your thin sleep shirt.
Suddenly, Ransom let out a long, guttural moan. The sound of it vibrated through you, igniting every nerve ending. You imagined him arching off the bed, his body taut as a bowstring as he found his release.
The house fell silent once more, save for the pounding of your heart in your ears.
Realizing you were still clutching your water bottle, you turned and tip-toed back to your room as quickly as possible.
You slipped quietly back into your room, closing and locking the door behind you with trembling hands. Your heart was still racing, your body flushed with unwanted arousal. You leaned against the door, trying to steady your breathing.
What had just happened? You'd come to get water and ended up an unwitting eavesdropper to your fake fiancĂŠ's private moment. The memory of Ransom's deep groans echoed in your mind, sending another shiver through you.
You shook your head, trying to clear the vivid mental images. This was ridiculous. Ransom was arrogant, infuriating, and had literally tried to murder someone. You shouldn't be affected by him like this.
And yet, the memory of his moans lingered, making your skin tingle and your core ache with need.
When you crawled into bed, you brought a book with you instead of your vibrator, refusing to sate the lust that had been kindled because you didnât want to risk thinking of him. If you couldnât resist him the first night living under the same roof, there would be no hope for you to make it two years.
And so you read until your eyes drooped and you were finally succumbed to sleep.
HAPPY KNIVES OUT NOVEMBER! It seemed like an appropriate point during the Countdown to Chris-mas to finally buckle down and write my first Ransom fic!
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â TILâ YOU DROP ! â
ἍáĄ. featuring : gojo s. , geto s. , choso k. , toji f.
synopsis : classic overstimulation with jjk men.
tags : smut, p in v, fingering, squirting ( getoâs ), size kink, dacryphilla, hair pulling, dirty talk, cream pie, unprotected sex, cursing, all lowercase intended !
â GOJO SATORU
â a sight iâll never get sick ofâŚâ gojo snickers to himself. taking in the sight of his sticky cum that he plastered on the display and dips of your back. some ropes of cum trickle from your spine to the crack of your ass.
his cerulean eyes then travel back to your small body; shaking from the aftershock of your orgasm. â tsk tsk, hope yerâ not too fucked out for meâŚâ his big hand made home on your hip, while his other tapped your swollen mound with his tip.
all senses came crashing back to you when he slowly, but surely stuffs himself back in the expanse of your cunt. â satoruâŚâ your kiss-bruised lips grunt out. every nerve of your body felt like it was alive and blazing on fire.
sticky fat globs of cum trickles down to the base of your plump ass to your thighs and everytime satoruâs sharp thrust align with your body; a loud sticky â papâ sound resonates loudly throughout the room and his ears. impossibly turning him on even more.
â haah, t-turning me on even more. think you can handle five more rounds after tisâ?â one of satoruâs legs are propped up, so heâs able to maintain his rhythm and dive into your pussy even further. creating more of an absolute mess out of you.
â mmphâ oh fuuuck! iâitâs too much, s-stop!â your body moves on its own and one of your legs fly up to slap satoru in the ass. but gojoâs firm hand slides down to still your ankle against the bed, while the rocks of his hips doesnât stop even for a moment. grounding you completely on the bed so you wonât think to run away.
the feeling of him stirring your insides up and leaving your brain a mushy mess is enough to fill your clouded eyes with salty tears. a particularly wet sob catches the manâs attention, and he lets your ankle go to tug at your hair.
â you crying on me, princess?â his cocky voice booms above you, and through your unintelligible sounds your mouth makes, you beg him to shut up. the bed jostles and creaks with every mind shattering thrust he gives you.
you couldnât contain yourself any longer, a particular thrust of his has your vision brightening and you cumming on all ten inches of him with a loud scream followed by you collapsing on the bed. despite your body tapping out on him, satoruâs pace didnât rest for second, but his lips curled down into a faux frown.
â we gotta fix that stamina of yours, princess.â he pouts at your body twitching from the overstimulation and rocking under him with every push of his hips. despite his expression, he fucking adores the sight of you helped underneath him, and at his will.
his nails dig deep into the fat of your ass, before he rocks you and the headboard forward with a loud moan. satoru comes a lot. if you werenât on the pill, it would be no doubt that youâd be pregnant with a good handful of his children by now.
â hey, yerâ not sleep yet? guess we can do another round.â
â GETO SUGURU
â s-stop! suguru, stop. itâsâ âs too much!â youâre words are punctured from your throat with deep gasps and moans. a tight pressure builds in your lower stomach with every electrifying thrust suguru gives with his fingers.
your nerves feels as if theyâre on fire and your body desperately screams for a break. but his arm shows no signs of stopping or slowing down; muscles flexing, hair messily sprawled around him, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth.
â gonna squirt fâme yet?â suguru asks, the evident of your past orgasms trickling down his forearm. every movement of his fingers feels more alive than the last, and every touch against your g-spot has your vision brightening and the coil in your stomach tightening.
his fingers curling and thrusting are the only thing that your mushed brain can comprehend. â h-haaah, itâs dirty⌠mâ gonna- gonna piss!â your hips tremble, but suguruâs hand is braced firmly on your waist. his pace doesnât relent.
his fingers easily glides in and out of your wet, gummy warmth easily. your moans and the uncontrollable actions of your legs increases; still so sensitive of the last orgasms suguru gave you and the ones to come yet.
â weâll take a bath and clean the bedsheets. hmm?â he sprinkles the dips of your collarbone in lighthearted kisses. that damned unhinged grin still plastered on his face. you grab desperately onto his hair, eyes fluttering back into your head and mouth hung open.
â fuhâ fuck!â your hips still along with your legs when you feel your pussy spray like an open faucet.
â there she goes. told you, you could do it.â he eyes the beauty of your fluids going everywhere, your thighs contracting and twitching from your post-orgasm.
your slick arousal is everywhere. his arm, your legs, the bedsheets, everywhere.
he gives your wet cunt a soft spank before licking the rest coating his hand. through your weakened state, you watch him.
â proud that you can keep up with me, baby.â he removes his now spit coated fingers with a loud wet pop sound. â think you can still squirt on my cock?â
â CHOSO KAMO
â h-haah. c-chosoâ baby, donât think i can do it. âs too much!â you hiss out. you both fucked multiple times before, but to say youâre fully used to it, would be a stretch.
â thatâs it, baby. fuuuck, k-keep rocking your hips like that.â choso said, completely ignoring your desperate pleas to stop. his calloused hands traveled down to plant firmly on your hips, holding you in a way in which you canât escape.
â jusâ for you, cho.â you mutter out, before the action of you bouncing up and down on his lap increases viciously. the sinful sounds of your skin clashing down against his, all eight inches of him stirring up your insides, and both of your sweet moans combined together, sounded like a erotic song that choso would never get tired of hearing.
â yea⌠thatâs right,â he occupied his finger with the task of drawing tight circles on your twitching clit. he smiles in realization when you choke out a wet sob. â just for m-me. all fâme.â
â choâmmph, choso!â your mouths hang ajar dumbly, nails planted firmly in his pecs; using him as the only thing holding you upright despite your weak knees. the way how your body trembled and shook, choso could tell you were close to passing out.
â hm, that wonât doâŚâ choso darkly mutters out before his hands resume their place on your hips. his grip boarding on painfully but your mushed brain canât dwell on the pain. his feet planted securely on the bed, and his hips thrust up to meet your bounces.
the new depth of his dick molding your insides; kissing your cervix sweetly sent you on the brink of tears. â ohh fuck! âs too muchâ i canât, i canât!â you babble out, salty tears rolling down your cheeks proving your pleading.
despite your desperate cries; you still bounce and down on his cock with his extra help. the wetness from pervious orgasms and his hips jerking up made the process easier yet still so unbearable. â you can. like you said, itâs just for me.â
your eyes meet in deathly lock and from the way his pace increases you suspect that heâs close. â squeezing me so tight⌠shit, âm so close, baby.â his hips growing sloppier by the minute. desperate to bring you to the high you deserve.
and with one more mouth watering thrust of his tip that he delivers against your g-spot; you come on him with a choked moan. your body goes slack against his but choso is not too far behind.
â donât tap out on me nowâ oh god.â you feel his dick twitching viscously in your warm walls. you feel a great warmth flood your insides and leak out onto your inner thighs and on his pelvis. your stuffed so silly of him.
â TOJI FUSHIGURO
â tojiâ m-move! jusâ came!â you gradually panted out before swatting his hand away from your lower body. you feel his dick twitch eagerly inside you.
toji fingers tighten against your throat as a warning, before he manhandles you into a mating press.
you gasp at new feeling of him entering you even deeper. â fâfuck you! damn⌠tyrant!â toji leisurely grins above you. and from the new angle; the lighting traces and enchants his sharp features even more. â you already are,â he begins to snap his lower hips against your thighs.
â ând from the way this dirty cunt is clenching on me so tightlyâŚâ he dips his head down to where his scarred lip brushes against the shell of your ear. â you fuckinâ love it, sweetheart.â his words sends hot pangs of pleasure to your heat, mostly accompanied by the sharp thrust of his hips.
toji can feel his own dick twitch inside of you. youâre so fucking tightâ milking him tight and holding him snug deep inside. the lewd sound of him slamming inside of you resonates in the room, but the fucked out dumb look on your face is obscene.
â tuhâ toooji!â is the only thing your brain can comprehend. with your mouth hung open and eyes rolled so far in the back of your head. â yerâ close already? tsk, barely broke the bed on this good pussy.â he says, deciding to completely ignore the evidence of your past fluids mixed together on the wrinkled sheets below.
tojiâs broad body envelopes your smaller one completely. the sight of your feet on either side of his shoulder is the only sign of life underneath him.
your legs twitch, your wall spasms around toji, sucking him in and in and in. his sharp eye notices the bulge of your belly and with his calloused hand pressing down on it, is enough to come over the edge with a shrill cry.
â haah, you seriously came without me fucking your clit?â he barks out a cruel laugh that echoes in your ears. and you desperately want him to shut up.
through your heated gaze you notice his abs contracting and twitchingâ a signal that heâs coming close. as if the bruising grip on your hips didnât serve as an reminder either. â fuck girl⌠yaâ really drivinâ me crazyâŚâ
his sweaty bangs press against your equally sweaty forehead while he forces himself deeper in your inviting heat. and before you know it, cum trickles deeply inside of your body, the bed creaking and his groans in your ears are loud and the only things you can focus on before he slots his body on yours with a sigh.
â take a small break now. âm not lying when i say iâm gonna break the bed on this pussy.â
#sugutiva.#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo smut#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#geto smut#choso kamo x reader#choso x reader#choso smut#toji fushiguro x reader#toji x reader#toji smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk smut
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need logan talking me through it
EASY, PEACH ŕ Ë. áľáľ
in which logan talks you thru it
warnings: smut obv, PiV, praise kink, degradation kink, reverse cowgirl, reader is called a slut, fluff at the end, idk what else..
also whoever requested this is so relatable.
âfuck baby,â logan throws his head back, hands behind his head as he watches you ride his dick. âso good. damn baby youâre so good.â
you place your hands just above loganâs knees, needing leverage with how close you are and how tired your whole body is.
âjesus, logan! iâm so close!â you squeak out, gripping his legs harder, near drawing blood.
you feel loganâs calloused hands rest firmly on your hips, guiding you up and down on him, âyeah you keep screaming for me, doll. i bet you everyone in this mansion can hear your right now. scott, ororo, jean, everyone.â
you let out a whine, moving your hips faster, just about as fats as theyâll go. ďżź
âyou like that though, right peach? how all your friends can hear what a mess you are for me, yeah?â he groans, chasing his own release, âsuch a slut fâme, damn.â
you let out a pornographic moan, âoh fuck, logan! i canât take it!â you bite your lip hard, using the last bit of strength you have in you to move faster.
âeasy peach,â logan soothes, rubbing your ass. âyou can take it, youâre gonna take it.â
you whine once more, louder this time as you release over logan, erupting a groan from deep in his throat as he came inside of you.
your whole body gives out, slumping tiredly over loganâs legs. he reaches forward for your hips, pulling out slowly before lifting you up to face the right direction.
too tired to object, you follow whatever he does, draping an arm over his torso and resting your head on his chest.
âyou did so good fâme, doll,â logan coos, petting over your soft hair slowly.
âi love you.â
âi love you, too, peach.â
âšď¸ im so bad at writing smut so i HAD to put fluff at the end to satisfy myself
loganâs hot.
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Stop hating me.
jude bellingham x fem!reader
wc: 2.1k
+18!! mdni
(content warning: smut, fingering, unprotected sex [have safe sex pls])
ps: it's been a while since i wrote smut pls be nice about it
âBellingham, we shouldnât-â
âSave your regret for later, princess,â he cut her off, quickly finding her lips into a sloppy kiss.
Pinned against the wall, with his muscular body pressed against hers, she knew salvation wouldnât come. There was no god, no force of the nature that could stop what was bound to happen. That could stop them.
âWe both are going to regret this,â she mumbled between the kiss, her voice hoarse and low, panting. Why was she even trying to deny it?
âJesus, princess. Can you shut your fucking mouth for a second?â He asked with a small smirk, his breath sparse. âSo feisty. Always wanting to have the last word, always wanting to control everythingâŚâ
As the taunting words left Judeâs mouth, his right hand started moving slowly. From her neck to her collarbones, to the valley of her breasts, to her lower belly, applying just enough pressure to hear her pant once again. To hear her losing control, losing her morals and everything she had ever believed happened between them.
âLet it go,â he whispered in her ear, his plump lips brushing against her ear and gently biting her earlobe. âLet it go, doll. Let me take care of you.â
Everything was a mess. This wasnât the moment nor the place for this to happen. She wasnât even supposed to do as much as look at him. But something about his unbuttoned social shirt and his now wrinkled suit, the intoxicating smell of his expensive cologne and that goddamn smirk of his made her brain stop working, being guided by something so primal that she had yet to understand.
âItâs- a fucking club bathroom. Anyone could come in-â
Jude just groaned, annoyed and frustrated. He knew he had chosen the only woman who wouldnât want to take him tonight â but he also knew that was merely a façade. If she thought he didnât notice her lingering stares, the way sheâd hold her breath next to him whenever she was slightly caught by surprise and the desire in her eyes, she was so wrong.
âLet them fucking come. Theyâll see me and leave in the same instant. I donât fucking care if thereâll be headlines about my behavior tomorrow.â He said, staring into her eyes, his tone firm. âLet me take care of you. Know you need it. See right through you, princess.â
She opened her mouth to come with a smart retort, but he was quicker. Judeâs hands went to the back of her thighs, suddenly pulling her and lifting her of the ground with ease. Guiding her to the sink countertop and gently placing her there â perhaps the only gentle act he had and would have throughout the night.
âThe more you talk, the more Iâll want to shut you up,â he warned her with a husky tone, his finger under her chin to make sure she was looking at him. âAnd thatâll just make me tease you more and not give you what you want.â
She gulped and gave him a small nod. Sheâd never say it out loud, sheâd never give him the pleasure of agreeing with him. So difficult, but he wouldnât have it any other way. After all, he was more than pleased with the challenge of making her scream his name to prove otherwise.
âGood,â he said, his thumb tracing her bottom lip as she looked at him. Uncertainty, desire and frustration placed behind her eyelids. He could see all of that. âYouâre so pretty. So desirable,â he whispered, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his breath. âWouldnât want you spending the night with anyone else. Itâd fucking kill me, princess.â
She barely remembered how they ended up in that bathroom. How they went from barely looking at each other to this closeness in the span of a few hours. She knew she had drunk as much as him â they wouldnât be there otherwise. Not when theyâve always claimed to hate each other. If they were in their right minds, they wouldnât even be in the same room.
She remembered having a man hitting on her as she drank. He was attractive, for sure, but nothing that would make her give him any attention. She remembered smoking her strawberry mango vape when Jude abruptly took it out of her hand when he wasnât even that close a few moments before. His tight grip on her wrist, not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep it there, guiding her away from the man, was something she couldnât forget.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â She asked him with annoyance as he guided them to a more secluded spot. God, she hated admitting it, but he looked so good in formal clothes.
âTaking you away from that fucking douchebag that was eating you with his eyes,â he retorted, the anger clear in his tone as he gave her back her vape. She quickly put it in her purse. âYou have to stop smoking that crap, as well.â
âIâm sorry, but since when did you feel entitle to control my life in any way whatsoever?â She asked with a sarcastic smile, annoyed at his attitude.
âIf you think, for a second, Iâd let you leave the club with that guy, with someone thatâs not even close to your level-â he stopped once he realized what had said. He licked his lips and sighed, his hands resting on his waist as she looked at him with confusion.
âWho would be close to my level, then?â She asked with crossed arms, tilting her head.
Jude just gave her a small, cocky grin that he always carried with him. Thank God for his drinks, because only then heâd have the courage to retort her so easily.
âWho do you think, princess?â
After that, it was all blurry. A mix of tongues against each other, the taste of his strong drinks, his cologne, his hands pulling her closer. The anger, the frustration, the desire â until stumbling upon the bathroom because they had no other choice when lust controlled them so easily.
The feeling of the cold tiles of the countertop and Bellinghamâs confession brought her back to the moment, looking into his eyes.
âI wasnât going to leave the club with him,â she said, her eyes falling to his mouth. So, so close that she could reminisce the taste of it. âI wasnât going to leave the club with anyone.â
Jude seemed rather pleased by her reply, his body finding a way to be even closer to hers. Despite always trying to say they hated each other; it was always the same â like magnets being drawn. All they had been doing, this whole time, was prolongating the inevitable. He was fucking tired of it.
âGood,â he whispered, his hand slowly travelling to the insides of her thighs, dangerously close to her warmth. She held back a whimper and he grinned at the sight. It was almost as if she was already coming undone from a single movement. âWouldnât want anyone but me to have the privilege.â
She looked up at Jude, suddenly realizing how big he was, how easily he was towering her and she could barely see past his long shoulders. With a sudden movement, her arms were now resting on his shoulders, caressing them.
âNeed you to say itâs mine, darling. Would you do that for me, hm?â He whispered in her ear, expecting a tantrum, some remark to show how bratty she was. But his fingers were too close to her core for her to even come up with something that smart.
âThat what is yours?,â was the best she could come up with, acting innocent despite the way her voice cracked.
Jude, in response, only looked deeply into her eyes as he pressed two fingers to her covered warmth, feeling the damp that was formed.
âThat this is mine.â He spoke lowly, pressing his fingers even harder, earning a gasp from her as her eyelids shut, as if she was still trying to hold herself back. To gather some self-control.
âItâs yours,â she whispered. Jude thought about demanding her to speak louder, but it was already so much than he ever expected her to say.
His middle finger tossed her underclothing to the side, his index finger already moving over to her clits with enough pressure, in slow, circle motions.
âAlready so wet, princess. All that denial and for what?â Bellingham chuckled lowly, almost as if as taunting her, as if his own underwear wasnât feeling extremely tight. âTell me what you want.â
She sighed. She had been holding back for so long that she decided that it wasnât time to play around anymore.
âWant you to fuck me,â she said, looking into his deep brown eyes in a silent plea.
And how could he ever deny her anything when she was looking at him like that?
He inserted two digits into her core, moving them around her walls, trying to know which spot pleasured her the most just from the way she had to shut her eyelids strongly. She felt so warm and looked so desperate that the bulge in his pants became even more apparent, if that was possible.
âI wish I could just slam myself into you right now,â he whispered in her ear as his fingers began to distance from each other inside her, scissoring her slowly as she gasped. âBut I need to get you prepped. Donât want to hurt you that much.â
When Jude said, her eyes fell to the prominent bulge, realizing how big he actually was and whimpering just from imagining. He chuckled against her ear as she clenched around his fingers, knowing exactly what went on inside her head.
After realizing she was almost about to cum on his fingers, Jude took them off her and she whimpered again at the sudden emptiness. He sucked his fingers as the other hand undid his belt in a single, quick motion. She rushed to help to unbutton his pants, and even more eagerly to help him take his underwear off just enough so his cock would jump out.
As it sprung out, she watched it in all its rigidness. It was bigger than she expected, and his tip was already leaking with precum. It hit her, then, that Jude was just as vulnerable and desperate as she was.
Her hand quickly grabbed his cock, moving slowly and spreading his precum around it so her movements came with more ease. To his own surprise, he moaned, not being able to hold back anymore.
Jude gripped around her wrist, taking her hand away from his member and lining his hips with her entrance. His tip teased her once, twice, threatening to finally go inside her. Eager and impatient, she moved her hips, so he was finally inside her.
He moved slowly as she felt like she was burning from inside out, having a hard time adjusting to his size. As he finally bottomed inside her, Jude gave her some time to get used to it. When she gave him a small nod, thatâs when he started moving.
âShit,â he mumbled in her ear, trying his best to not go too hard. She clenched around him, whimpering and moaning, not bothering anymore to hide a single sound. It was driving him insane. âYou feel so, so good.â
âJude,â she called him out, her eyes closed. He thought it was the prettiest sight he had ever seen â her hair all messy, her dress wrinkled, panting and desperate. If he wasnât in the same state, he would be taunting her. Usually, that was how he was. But, for some reason, it was different with her. He needed to be inside her.
He didnât even realize when exactly his thrusts became harder and erratically. He only knew that because she was moaning his name more often, louder.
When he accidentally hit her sweet spot, she saw stars behind her eyes, arching her back and rolling her eyes. God, if she had more of this, she would drool. She couldnât think â not at all, not when he was slamming into her walls like that.
âJude, Iâm-â she clenched tightly around him, and he moaned.
âI know, baby,â he was panting as well. He needed to make her cum, and perhaps, more desperately, to cum. He didnât know for how long he could handle it. âCum for me, princess. Youâve been such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Cum.â
It felt more like he was ordering than praising, but, as soon as she came, he spilled inside her walls.
âFuck,â Jude said, trying his best to grab for air as his head fell to her shoulders. She caressed him softly. Even though they were both a mess and could barely breathe, he chuckled from her act. Smirking, he looked at her and said: âWas that all I needed to do for you to stop hating me?â
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presenting kinktober day 5 âď¸ ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader
warnings: DUBCON !! primal play (predator/prey), knife play + carving/branding, blood + blood play, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, choking, pussy slapping, spanking, degrading, praise, brief orgasm denial, threatening/blackmail 18+ mdni word count: 3.2k
A/N: i just want to say thank you to everyone who took the time to read my silly, slutty little fics. i came into kinktober highly nervous because this year is my first time doing it, but y'all have truly made this experience the absolute best !! i love you all so so sooo much, MWAH !!!
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you jerk awake, sitting up with your chest heaving frantically as you flip the switch of the lamp on your bedside table. the small white light illuminates the room, and you turn your head to look at the corner of your bedroom, only to find nothing. a sigh of relief leaves you, and your body starts to relax, knowing there is nothing in the room but you, âit was just another nightmare. youâre fine. heâs long gone; he canât get you,â you tell yourself.Â
you pinch the bridge of your nose; there is no way you could fall back asleep now. you reached for your phone, swung your legs off the bed, and planted your feet onto the carpeted floor. you lazily strolled down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. you leaned against the counter, lost in your thoughts, as you stared at the bottle in front of you, debating if you should take the medication you were prescribed last year to help you sleep.
you grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took two into your mouth before swallowing them. the loud ringing of your phone startled you, and you reminded yourself that you were safe. itâs probably nothing you tell yourself when you see âNo Caller IDâ displayed on the screen.Â
âhello?â you answer, holding the phone close to your ear when all you can hear is the sound of heavy breathing, âhello? i think you have the wrong number,â you huff, growing agitated. who would call you this late at night?
âyou and your little friends got the wrong guy,â the distorted voice echoed in your ear. âwhat are you talking about?â you stood up, straightening your posture, âdonât play dumb; you know what Iâm talking about.â.Â
âthe man they arrested last year, topper thornton. he isnât the killer. he never was,â the voice snickers, âhe isnât necessarily the most innocent man, but itâs not him.â.
âthere was enough evidence against topper; everything pointed to him being the killer. i donât know who this is, but how are you sure itâs not him?â. there was nothing but an eerie silence for a second until the voice spoke again, âbecause Iâm the killer.â.
âreally funny, asshole. if youâre trying to scare me, itâs not working. donât you think Iâm used to receiving countless prank calls? do me a favor and donât call me again,â you snort.Â
a chill ran up your spine at their chuckle, âoh, my sweet little bunnyâŚa prank call? is that what you think this is? this is far from a prank call,â they paused, âyâknow, you look good in white, it makes you look so sweet and innocent.â.Â
your hands trembled, pulling the phone away from your ear to end the call. you let out a shaky breath, âitâs just some asshole trying to scare you,â you repeat to yourself, pushing the thought to the back of your mind as you head back upstairs to your room.Â
you push your door open, your eyebrows knitting in confusion when you notice the light from your lamp is off. you turn the bedroom light switch on, and a blood-curdling scream erupts from within you at the sight in front of you.
there, on your mirror, was a message written in blood, âiâm coming for you next.â.
youâve been on edge since the incident occurred a few days ago, especially after sheriff shoupe informed you that not only werenât there any indications of a break-in, but they never found the threatening message you received. it had been wiped clean, almost as if the ghostface killer was taunting you; it was his way of telling you he was still in your home when you had made the call, painting it to look like you had gone insane.Â
when you brought it up to the pogues, they tried to give a reasonable explanation, âthere was blood on the mirror! iâm not making any of this up,â you argued, noticing the pitiful looks on your friendsâ faces. âdonât look at me like that, okay? i know what I saw,â you scoffed.
âweâre not saying we donât believe you, but it doesnât make sense. i mean, think about it. itâs been a year since the murders,â john b pointed out.
the pogues nodded in agreement, âjohn b is right, if it wasnât topper, then why did the murders stop when he got arrested? if the killer is still out there, why wait a year to attack and terrorize again? i think it was just another brainless kook trying to scare you,â pope theorized.Â
âyou need a distraction, and the situation is bothering you. so, i say we go to the fair,â jj grinned, his smile dropping when the entire group groaned, âcome on, itâs halloween! besides, itâs not like any of you have plans.â.Â
the fair was filled with laughter as most people, along with you and the pogues, waited in line for one of the rides. you were pushed up against random people, easily overwhelmed by such a large crowd, and wanting nothing more than space.Â
you slip out of line, catching your friendsâ attention, âwhere are you going?â.Â
âthis line is insane, and itâs too overwhelming. iâm just going to walk around a bit,â you informed, only for pope to ask if you wanted one of them to come with you. âno, itâs okay. i have my phone on me, so one of you can call me whenever youâre off the ride,â you waved your phone in front of the group.
you continued wandering away from the group and stopped in your tracks when you came across the closed-off entrance to the haunted corn maze, which piqued your interest.
figuring it would be the best place to clear your head, you looked around, noting that no one was watching as you ducked under the rope to enter the maze. your shoes scruff against the dirt, the few dried stalks of corn crunching under your feet the further you made your way into the maze, the only source of light coming from the soft, yellow glow of the moon.Â
you tap on your phone's screen, grumbling to yourself when you realize the pogues wonât be able to reach you due to no longer having any signal.Â
you continue walking, wrapping your arms around your waist, stopping at the feeling of being watched. âyouâre just being paranoid,â you mumble as you come across the path that now forked into two.Â
the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the sound of rustling from behind, and you whip around, your eyes darting back and forth, frowning when you find nothing. you turn back around, your eyes widening, and a scream escapes from your throat at the sight of ghostface standing before you, tilting his head as he stares at you.Â
âtold you i was cominâ for you,â his altered voice rang through your ears before he lunged towards you. you duck, barely escaping from his grasp, before running down the left path of the maze, âgo on and run bunny! i like the chase!â he chuckles.
you could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, knowing he was hot on your tail, your feet carrying you as fast as they could. turn after turn, you look behind you, âyou can run all you want, but thereâs nowhere to hide!â.Â
your lungs were on fire the faster you ran, your head turning to look in front of you, panic starting to kick in when youâre met with a dead end.Â
âdead end? gotta say it must be my lucky night,â he taunts, taking in your trembling form, âaw, you poor thing. are you scared? you should be, but thatâs okay, i like âem scared.â.
all you could do was back away the closer he stepped forward until your back was flush against the corn stalks.
âiâm a bit disappointed. i like a challenge, and you made the chase far too easy,â he ridiculed, âiâll tell you what, letâs make it interesting and play a little game. the rules are simple. if you manage to find your way out of this maze before i catch you, iâll let you goâŚbut if you donât, letâs just say I finally get to have my way with you.â.
you canât help but press your thighs together, craning your neck to the side, turning away from him, ashamed at the fact his words turned you on. âdonât you dare look away from me,â he sneered, his knife glinting in the moonlight as he gently traced it along your cheek to your chin, turning your head to face him again.Â
âanswer me,â he commanded, the blood draining from your face when he moved the knife down your neck, nicking the flesh enough to break through the skin as he removed his mask, revealing himself.Â
âsurprised, bunny?â rafe smirks, enjoying the stunned look on your face, his eyes fixating on the small drop of blood coming from the cut on your neck that he caused. rafe dips his head down, letting out a throaty chuckle as he licks at the blood. his tongue sweeps along your neck and up to your ear, biting at the lobe, âwhat do you say? do you wanna play a game?â.
you nod when he pulls away, not trusting your voice, âgood girl, iâll give you a head startâŚstarting now,â he whispers, stepping aside.Â
it was almost embarrassing, yet sick, how turned on you were, your panties sticking to you as you took off running. you run, turning right, then taking a left turn, letting out a shriek as you trip over your feet when rafeâs arms wrap around your waist, causing you to stumble onto the ground.
âgotcha,â he grins, turning you on your back as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand. âyou gonna be a good girl fâme?â he asks, running the blade of the knife down your chest as you gazed up at him, nodding, âyes.â.Â
he hums, slipping the knife underneath the fabric and using it to pull your shirt up to reveal your bare tits, âno bra, hm? dirty girl,â he tsks. he lightly presses the flat of the knife against your nipples, watching as they harden from the coolness of the steel. he releases your wrists, his hand traveling down to your hips, reaching for the hem of your skirt, pushing it till it bunches around your waist. you winced as he nicked your sensitive, soft skin, blood slowly trickling from the cut he made when he dragged the blade between the valley of your breasts.Â
âhmm, even with blood staining your skin, you still look fuckinâ pretty,â rafe purred, lowering his head. his tongue reaches out, flattening against your sternum to chase after the trail of blood. a small yelp leaves your lips when his teeth sink into your nipple, sucking the hardened bud into his mouth. he presses his knee to your clothed cunt, grinning against your nipple as he feels your hips subconsciously rut against him before pulling away, sitting back on the heels of his feet, and tauntingly dragging the knife lower and lower.
you squirm under him as the tip of the knife reaches the waistband of your panties, his eyes catching sight of the wetness seeping through them, âhuh, would you look that? soaking right through your pantiesâŚyou like this, donât you? like the fact that the big scary killer is takinâ what he wants?â.
ây-yes,â you breathed, feeling him hook the blade under the waistband of your panties, âmm, thatâs what I thought.â.Â
âcouldâve done this a whole lot sooner if i had known a filthy little pogue like you would be into this shit,â he teased, the edge of the knife slicing through the flimsy material. he pulls the now-torn panties off your hips, tossing them aside, your thighs parting when he silently tells you to spread them, tapping the handle of his knife to your inner thighs.Â
he licks his lips, âgonna show you who owns this messy cunt by carving my name into your pretty skin.â.Â
a yelp travels up your throat, eyes welling with tears and screwing shut when the tip of his knife carved an ârâ and âcâ into the flesh of your hip. âthere you go. all done and branded as mine,â rafe coos, leaning back to admire his work that was now permanently etched into your skin.Â
he brings the blade to your mouth, âtaste yourself, bunny,â he orders, carefully pressing the knife onto your tongue when you open your mouth. he groans to himself, watching the blood from the knife coat your tongue. he cups your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks and spitting into your mouth, âatta girl,â he praises as you swallow.
rafe turns the blade of the knife towards him, running the handle up your inner thighs to your soaked cunt, and you suck in a breath when he teases your clit with it before bringing it back down to your slick folds. a gasp spilled from your mouth when he slips the handle deep into your cunt, your hips bucking as he slowly fucks you with it, pushing it in and out of your sopping cunt.
âohââ you moan as he continues fucking you with the handle, moving it faster. his cock throbs, watching with a smirk as your head lolls back, âthis needy little pussy will take anything I give it, huh?â.Â
you roll your hips in time with each thrust of the handle. âi asked a question,â rafe gritted his teeth, earning a squeal from you when he gives a harsh slap to your cunt, his ring catching against your clit.Â
âyes!â you cry out, your legs starting to shake, and you clench around the handle. rafe lands another slap on your cunt, abruptly halting the movements of the handle and pulling it from your cunt, knowing you were on the verge of your orgasm. ân-no, whyâd you stop?â you whined, jutting your bottom lip out to pout up at him, making him suck his teeth and shake his head, âshouldâve been a good girl and answered me the second i asked a question.â.Â
your lips quiver, tears filling your eyes in frustration, âp-please, rafe. iâll listen and be a good girl, i promise.â.
âp-please, rafe,â he mimicked, âyou want it that bad? beg for it, thenâŚbeg for it, and iâll make you scream so loud that the entire fuckinâ fair can hear me ruining this needy pussy.â.Â
âplease, rafe. I need youâŚplease fuck me,â you pleaded, looking at him with glassy eyes. ânow that wasnât so hard, was it, bunny?â rafe rasps, tossing his knife a few feet away onto the dirt. your eyes flicker to his hands working his belt, watching him shrug his pants and boxers down his thighs. his hard, thick cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach, and his hands settled on your waist, pulling you with him as he lays flat on his back onto the ground of the corn maze.Â
âgo on. take what you want and fuck yourself dumb on my cock,â he grins, gripping the base of his cock, teasingly running the thick head along your slick folds, enjoying the way you writhed above him. his hands grab your hips, your pussy stretching around his cock as he pulls you onto his length. your palms lay flat on his chest, steadying yourself as you move your hips, moaning softly as he palms your tits, rolling and pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers.Â
the air is filled with the noises of your ass smacking against his thighs as you bounce yourself up and down his cock, âyeahâŚjust like that,â rafe groans. his hand reaches up, grabbing your throat to pull you down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss. you squealed when he rolled the two of you over, pulling out before flipping you onto your stomach.
your back arches as he shoves your face down onto the ground, giving him a perfect view of your glossy cunt. his fingers intertwined with your locks of hair, pushing on the side of your head, making your cheek press further into the dirt.Â
his large hands glide up the curve of your ass, âsuch a sweet little ass,â he hummed in approval. your body jolts forward when his palm comes in contact with the fatty flesh, âbut itâs not as sweet as your perfect little cunt.â.Â
ârafe, stop teasingââ you whine out, a sharp gasp cutting you off when his cock slams into you in one harsh thrust. he grips your hips to keep you still, snapping his hips into yours, âso fuckinâ tight.â.
his lips part, watching the way your pussy swallows around him, sucking him in deeper. you squirm under him, your nails clawing into the dirt beneath you as he pounds into you, âthis little cunt is nothinâ but a hole for me to use, isnât that right?â.Â
âplease use meââ you hiccup, pushing yourself back against his dick, âyâknow I canât say no when youâre acting like a little cock-hungry whore,â he chuckles, his grip on your hair tightening, tugging at the roots. you feel the thick band of his belt wraps around the front of your throat, gasping when your head is pulled back harshly, âknew youâd fuckinâ like thisâŚcould feel you dripping down my balls,â rafe chuckles.Â
your pussy squelches around his cock as he relentlessly pounds into your drooling cunt, the pleasure overpowering the pain of the leather of his belt digging into your neck. he yanks your head back even further, his belt tightening around your throat, your back flush to his chest, âlook at youâŚyouâre either sick in the head for letting a murderer fuck you, or your pussy is so fuckinâ desperate for some dick.â.
he slips his hand around your waist to your stomach and feels his cock bulging in your lower abdomen, âfeel that? feel how deep iâm in your guts?â.Â
you thrash in his hold as his palm presses down against the bulge in your belly, his cock rubbing against your walls with each harsh thrust. your brain goes blank, your head spinning, and nothing but incoherent words fall from your lips as his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, âwhat was that, bunny? oh, rightâŚthat little brain of yours canât form a single thought as Iâm fuckinâ you dumb, huh?â.Â
âsâokay, i know what you need,â he purred, âcâmon, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.â.
your walls flutter and squeeze around him, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, your legs trembling and ready to give out. your hands grasp his arm around your waist, crying out his name as you come all over his cock.
rafe holds you steady as your body goes limp, his cock pounding into your abused cunt, âgonna stuff this pussy full of my cum, and youâre gonna take every single drop.â.Â
rafeâs thrusts become sloppy, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck as his cock twitches. his hips falter, giving you one more thrust; he pushes himself deep inside you, groaning in your ear as his thick ropes of cum spill into you.Â
your chest heaves, panting for air when he releases his belt from around your neck. his thumb caresses the initials of his name that he had carved into your flesh, âlet this be a reminder that i own you. if you try to tell the cops that you know who the real killer is, i wonât be as nice next timeâ.
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Oasis ŕżŕž Kinktober. 01, oct.
â pairing: Spencer Reid x wife!reader
â type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)
â kink: squirting + overstimulation
â summary: Spencer finds out another guy made you squirt in the past and it hits a nerve. You agree to try this with him, even after your husband's sudden childish behavior.
â word count: 4.3k
â tags/warnings: kinktober 1st day, female!reader, husband!Reid, squirting, overstimulation, arguing, mention of safeword (no use), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), curse words, light degradation, biting, body worship, no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
â tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @magnoliatrees-world @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00
â crossposting: AO3
Ever since Spencer had to stay away from Virginia for more than fifteen days solving an extremely urgent criminal case, you've been needy all the time. Your thoughts were in an ironical division between your concern for your husband's safety and well-being, but also the pure desperation and desire to be touched by him again as soon as he returned home.
And it didn't happen.
Unfortunately, Spencer arrived so tired the night before that he didn't even bother to reheat his dinner. After all, it wasn't your fault if he returned late and the lasagna was already cold. Spencer was never a husband who demanded you anything. Both of you cooked and took turns doing the other tasks... As any couple should do. Of course he never complained if you didn't make his lunch before work. It was the least a husband should do. And you two knew it.
So it was a big surprise when there were no welcome hugs and kisses, but just the rolling of his eyes when he noticed that you put his dish in the fridge due the lateness. A spoiled attitude coming from him, and you gave up the lecture because you supposed he was just exhausted and frustrated after the case he solved with the team.
However, that didn't last long. Spencer simply took his things to sleep in the guest room. That made you angry as hell. He couldn't be being such a petty brat over a damn cold dinner, right? Spencer wasn't like that.
It was only a few minutes before you followed Spencer into the other room, asking for an at least reasonable explanation for what was happening to him.
And your hope of ending the night of Spencer's return with a good sex was completely dashed due to the unexpected argument.
During the morning, you left the room still sleepy and grumpy by Spencer's behavior last night, but tried to focus on other things. You tried to distract yourself by making the breakfast, furrowed brow as you watched the eggs and bacon strips frying in the pan.
You turned the piece of meat to the other side when you realized that it was already a little fried, but you let out a sigh when you felt hands entwining around your waist, the recognition of the shaving lotion smell preventing you from screaming in fright.
"It smells great..." Spencer hummed with groggy voice from sleep, leaning over so he could be at your height and resting his chin on your shoulder. The compliment about the good scent he was also flowing almost escaped your lips, but you remained silent, ignoring his existence right there behind you. Even though you hated giving him the silent treatment, your pride was wounded and you needed to give him a taste of his own medicine. After all, he had been trying to ignore you all night, before the uncomfortable silence turned into a stupid fight.
Not getting any reaction made Spencer's heart to ache, and he sighed. "Honey, please... Talk to me. You know how much it hurts me not to talk to you."
You couldn't help but let out a mockery sound, without even looking at him back. "Seriously, Reid? Because I remember very well that you were planning to do exactly that shit last night."
Your accusation made Spencer let out a frustrated sigh, his hands letting go of your waist and taking a few steps away. For a moment, you thought he was angry too and going back to guest room or maybe the living room, but instead, you looked at him furiously as he turned off the flame of the stove.
"What the hell? I haven't finished cooking yet!" You exclaimed with a frown, not believing your husband's boldness.
"Yeah... I know." Spencer took a deep breath, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. "You can finish later. I need to explain myself."
"Oh, so now you wanna explain yourself?" You scoffed. "Maybe if you had done that yesterday instead of treating me like trash or-"
Spencer cut you off, holding your shoulders gently but firmly enough to make you shut up and pay attention to what he needed to say.
"I'm so sorry, okay?" He began and one of your eyebrows rose in a nonverbal sarcasm sign. "I'm serious, honey. I was an asshole last night and-"
"Yes. You were." Your words came out colder than he was expecting and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "You threw a lot of shit at me without me even knowing why we were fighting."
Spencer took another deep breath, trying to work up the courage to confess about what messed with his mind. He knew that nothing he said would justify his actions and that was making him anxious, his heart ached not only at the mere thought of you not forgiving his childish behavior, but also at the possibility of you keeping to avoid his touches and his attempts to talk.
Spencer let go of your shoulders, his hands coming down until they were intertwined with yours, even if your fingers were stiff at first.
"I was jealous..." The confession finally came in an embarrassed whisper.
A perplexity look appeared on your face. "Jealous? Of what?" You asked, trying to look him in the eyes, even though his face was tilted down, a few strands of hair hiding his flushed cheeks. When he didn't answer, you insisted, lightly touching his fingers that were still intertwined with yours. "Explain it to me, Spencie."
Your demand said by a less angry way made him whimper, needing to be honest. "Y-Yesterday, after the case, the team was at the BAU. JJ, Prentiss and Garcia were talking some personal stuff about their sex lives..." Spencer began. "I-I wasn't paying attention, logically, I swear. I was with Morgan and Hotch talking about random things, but my hearing accidentally picked up a certain topic of the talk between the girls and-"
"Spencie..." Your voice softer now that you noticed how he seemed embarrassed and stuttering like a little child, as well as he was also beating around the bush. "I know you're nervous, but you could try going straight to the point, please? I'm worried here too."
Spencer nodded, knowing you were right. "I accidentally heard JJ whispering to the girls that you already had a squirt." He murmured and it was your turn to get hot and rosy cheeks. You could imagine that JJ hadn't told your secret as a gossip, but rather to add some important information on the subject, but it still left you embarrassed. "But you never had a squirt with me..."
Your eyes widened with realization and you tried to work around the situation. "Baby..."
"Don't do that... Please. I know how it works, okay? I know that not every woman can squirt and I also know that those of you who can squirt don't necessarily do this often. I've also read that it's not always as pleasing for you as porn makes it seem-"
You cut him off. "So you also know that squirting doesn't always happen during a orgasm. It can also happen even without cumming. It's something individual for each woman, it's not like an exact rule."
Spencer huffed angrily. "I know, fuck. I know..." He grumbled, running a hand over his face. "I know how all this shit works. But it doesn't change anything."
"What doesn't change, Reid?" You exclaimed impatiently now.
"The fact that you hid this from me!" Spencer shouted and you immediately rolled your eyes. "Damn, don't you dare roll your eyes at me. You don't know how much hearing that behind my back hurt me."
"Retroactive jealousy? Really, Spencer? You know better than anyone this doesn't make any sense." You huffed, massaging your temples to avoid the huge urge to pick up that frying pan and hit your husband in the back of the head.
His jaw clenched when you mentioned that. "It's not... It's not just jealousy, much less the retroactive one." He was stubborn like a fucking child, the sight of Spencer crossing his arms to try to look more mature almost made you chuckle.
"Oh, I bet it is, and very immature too." The scoff escaped before you could think of something more gentle to say. "Fuck, Spencer. It's not like we share details about our past sex lives with each other. That would be really awkward and uncomfortable. I don't wanna know what you've done with other women in your past and I guess you don't wanna know what I've done in my past either."
Spencer kept his arms crossed, but his eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched for the second time, a clear sign that he knew you were right, it was just hard to admit.
"Well, I really don't wanna hear about that old stuff, but this is important one..."
"Why on earth would this be important?"
"BECAUSE NOW I'M FEELING INSUFFICIENT!" Spencer uncrossing his arms as he looked at you with despair. "I feel like I'm not giving you enough pleasure! Now I feel like I've never given you a decent orgasm."
You felt your eyes widen again. It all still didn't make any sense, it was something completely irrational coming from Spencer. You knew that academically, Spencer was always a genius who knew about anything in the world, but when it was something regarding you or your relationship, he acted like any man, lost with most situations and also insecure at times.
"You're being ridiculous." You grumbled, trying to push past him before his hand closed around your wrist, keeping you firmly in place.
"I know. I know I'm being immature and irrational, but-"
"But what, Spencer? Jesus Christ, if you were trying to deal with jealousy, it would have been easier to have asked to fuck me last night or something."
His face flushed and he began to stutter, not knowing what to do other than let go of your arm.
After two minutes of awkward silence, Spencer tried to argue again. "That's not... That doesn't make sense. We can't solve our relationship problems by having sex..."
His hypocrisy made you roll your eyes. "Oh, sure. And fighting solved it?" You asked and he looked away, knowing you were right. Again. "Yesterday I was really desperate to have sex with you."
He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised. "You mean that?"
You laughed quietly due to the confusion in his face. "Yes, Spencie. You've been away from home for over a fortnight, do you really think I'm not fucking horny?"
Spencer stopped to think for a moment, scratching the back of his head and trying hard to find a solution to the stupid situation he created. "So can we... Can we try?"
You looked at him, thinking about denying it out of a tantrum, but you just sighed and then argued. "I don't know, Spencer... I'm not in the mood, but we can try just for learning purposes. More like a lesson than our real sex."
A guilt expression appeared on Spencer's face, along with a pang in his chest. The idea of you not even wanting to have real sex with him for now was torturous for him. He knew he had failed with you, being so immature to the point of making you lose your lust about the situation. But he could try to redeem himself. Even though it was a selfish thought at first, he was now determined to apologize properly.
"Yes... Yes, that sounds good..." He gave you a sad smile.
You lay down on the bed and put a pillow under your hip. Your pajamas were already thrown somewhere random on the floor, just like the pink cotton panties. You were ready to teach Spencer whatever he needed to learn.
There was no certainty that he would be able to make you squirt. You always had the best orgasms when Spencer was in charge of pleasuring you, but he was feeling less after the discovery that you had already squirted with the help of another man. A man who wasn't him.
Maybe hiding this fact from him hadn't been tbe wisest choice, even if you hadn't done it on purpose. You just didn't think that mentioning this situation or asking Spencer to try that would really be so important. Over the years, no man had given you half the pleasure that Spencer gave you on a daily basis, squirting or not.
"Well, let's do it." Your words came out emotionless as you parted your legs, giving him the perfect view of your still barely wet pussy.
"You're shaved..." Spencer frowned at your complete lack of pubic hair so suddenly. Or at least that's what he thought.
You rolled your eyes, impatience side by side with embarrassment, both eating you alive. "Like I said, I was desperate to fuck with you as soon as you got back from the case. So I decided to get a full wax beforehand."
At other times, Spencer would laugh hearing you confess so openly about your high desire for his body over the past few weeks. At other times, he would even tease you about needing a vibrator to help you achieve your release when he was away, even if you were more than capable of cumming with your own fingers.
But your hands didn't provide you the same ecstasy that Spencer's long thin fingers made you feel. And he knew it too.
You felt yourself holding your breath the moment Spencer took off his shirt to make himself more comfortable. As much as your pride told you to look away from his body, it was impossible for you to stop enjoying the view. Watching Spencer's bare skin was as addictive as the fresh water of an Oasis should be for thirsty people walking through deserts. And you couldn't lie... You were desperate to quench your thirst and taste him again after all that time away from each other.
Spencer knelt on the floor, carefully pulling your legs so that your lower body was closer to the edge of the bed, and automatically closer to his face.
"Are you okay, honey?" He asked with a cocky smile as he felt your thighs tingle as he touched them to adjust your position.
Hearing your husband's sarcastic smugness, you held back from punching him in the shoulder. "Yeah, I'm great." Your voice sounded angry and he chuckled softly, nodding his head and turning his attention to your center, which was finally starting to get wetter.
"I'm seeing..."
You ignored his mockery and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to exchange eye contact at that moment. Spencer's puppy eyes plus his mischievous smile were an almost fallen angel combination. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing or the Devil in disguise, just as Elvis Presley said in that song.
Spencer giggled as he ran his fingertips down your thighs, caressing your skin so gently that it felt like delightful torment. You fought to maintain an expression of indifference and boredom, but the goosebumps that passed through your body told him a different story.
Already knowing that not so soon you would give in and admit your lust, Spencer began to left kisses spread across the lower part of your thighs, enjoying the sound of your breathing becoming increasingly panting.
"What's the next step, professor? Your teaching method it's being too silent..." Spencer joked and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"Just... Just keep doing what you always do for now." You hummed with the last bit of patience you had left, grabbing the sheet to keep your hands out of Spencer's hair.
Another chuckle escaped Spencer's lips and he nodded, placing more soft kisses on your skin before moving closer to your pussy again, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of your essence for a few seconds before leaving a quick delicate kiss on your bud. âF-fuckâŚâ You squirmed slightly, your eyes widening at his unexpected action. "T-this is new..."
"I saw something like this while I was watching porn after our argument and I thought this might be good for you." Spencer confessed and you nodded with difficulty, a confirmation that the wished effect was occurring.
You looked at Spencer's cute face, but the eye contact lasted very little time, because as soon as Spencer's tongue began to tease your clit, your head arched back, more moans escaping as he held your legs firmly, not letting you give in to the normal human reaction of trying to deflect sudden pleasure. "Fuck... Why is this even better than usual?"
Spencer laughed again at the question you asked amidst the moaning session. He knew you were more touchy this time and he had an idea why. Probably due to the fact that both of you missed each other's bodies, as well as the fact that he was working hard as if it were actually a goal to be achieved, a prize to be won. But he wouldn't stop licking you to admit it. Deep down, he supposed that you were realizing that too.
"T-two fingers, Spencer! Put two fingers inside!" Your order left him a little disconcerted, since despite everything, he was used to putting in one finger at a time. As soon as he did what you demanded to him, he felt the walls of your pussy almost crushing his fingers, a desperate moan escaping your lips, fleshy and reddened from holding back the sounds that wanted to escape.
"Damn, honey... You're needy today." Spencer smirked, starting the movements more gently, wanting to enjoy the sight of you writhing around his fingers, begging for more. "You said it would just be a lesson, just a method to stop my stupid retroactive jealousy... But you're loving it, don't you?"
You just kept moaning. Even though the pleasure was obvious by the way your cheeks flushed and your hips rolled around Spencer's fingers. Pride prevented you from saying you were excited to make a mess on the sheets.
When Spencer interspersed the fingerfucking and his lips closing slightly around your clit, starting to suck gently, an immediate whimper left your lips. "F-fuck, do it again. Do it one more time, Spencie."
Spencer, the genius who learned too quickly, followed your commands like a good boy, sucking the swollen bud again, his fingers moving faster when he noticed how you eyes were rolling back in pleasure. It was a divine view. He could fuck you for hours, just as he could watch you cum for hours too.
He greedily licked away your first orgasm of the day, even though he knew it still wasn't enough. It still wasn't the goal you two were looking to achieve that morning. However, not only did Spencer never waste the opportunity to take in every drop of your sweet release, but he also knew that the first orgasm could make it easier to get closer to your potential squirt.
And to be honest, he might even be content with your normal orgasms, since you looked so beautiful when you came on his lips.
Your lungs burned for air as his breathing normalized, his heartbeat became faster and your vision readjusting to reality. When the white flashes disappeared, you look back at Spencer, who still has a cocky smile on his face, his fingers still working inside you.
"Honey, you're a very unfocused teacher." He mocked and the literal joke made you laugh, a weak, breathless sound, mixed with some sighs of pleasure that were impossible to you contain.
"Or maybe my dearest student's very diligent. Too much, actually." Your mockery made him laugh too. His lips moving closer to your intimacy again, but now focusing on nibbling the flesh of your thigh, speeding up his fingerfucking again. Even the smallest touch making you whimper, your pussy tightening from the overstimulation.
Spencer noticed this and bit your skin for the second time, now with a little more pressure, and you were sure you heard the neighbor from the next apartment knock on the wall to curse you for the sudden fucking loud moan in the middle of the morning. This only further increased Spencer's growing arousal and your need for more release. "Grumpy old woman." You mumbled about her, trying hard to hide the embarrassment that colored your cheeks.
"Oh, c'mon... Don't be shy, my dear wife." Spencer chuckled, licking your soft flesh before teasing your with his teeth again, but now just scraping them across your skin until he reached your core. You felt the moment when the central and lateral incisors brush against your clit. It was a soft act despite it taking a gasp from you due to the little pain. And then he did it again, returning to moving his fingers roughly.
When Spencer nibbled on your swollen clit, you almost screamed, but his free hand stopped you from moving away from him. âRelax, babyâŚâ He purred, licking your sensitive pussy to redress for the pain he caused, his wet warm tongue matching perfectly with the bitter sting of his teeth returning to bit the same spot. It was so painful and hot...
âS-SpencieâŚâ You whimpered as he blew on your slightly tortured clit. A rush of air so brief that you would barely feel it usually, but now, with your pussy burning in flames, the mere breeze of his sigh in that right spot made you shiver and squeeze his fingers tighter.
"It's okay, I'm feeling it, baby... I'm feeling your little pussy squeezing me. Are you gonna cum again? Will you be a good wife and wet my tongue with your cum?" Spencer practically growled, focusing back on fingering you, his fingers moving in and out of you at such a fast pace that the wet obscene noise joined your moans, filling the room like music to Spencer's ears.
The moment his tongue returned to licking your soaked folds, your body shook more than expected and you opened your mouth in a silent scream, your back writhing in Spencer's grip, arched and aching as the clear jets wetted your husband's face, a guttural groan escaping him as he opened his eyes to see you with your eyes closed and your legs shaking as he committed himself to drinking every drop from the fountain you provided.
Spencer didn't give you time to adjust to that non-routine orgasm. He took care of remaining with his head in the same position, between your thighs, licking your pussy as if it were the tastiest Oasis' water. Savoring the flavor, eyes closed as he concentrated on getting messy, not caring which part of his face he was rubbing against your warm cunt. Whether it was the lips, the nose, the chin... He rubbed every inch of his face, noticing how your moans became desperate again and you tried to push his head away, a mix of overstimulation and shyness.
Spencer always loved eating you out. However, nothing was like now. Nothing was like feeling eaten alive by a hungry lover, and at the same time so worshiped by him.
"J-Jesus... it's enough, Spencie. S-stop, please." You tried to push him away, enough to get a heavenly view of his face glistening due your juices, completely messed up and handsome like a angel.
But he looked up grinning like a devil. "Unless you want or need to say your safeword, then it's not enough and I'm not stopping now." He threatened, even though you two knew that the one word would stop him immediately.
Instead of answering him, you grabbed the back of Spencer's head closer to your already swollen pussy. He removed his fingers, focusing on letting you rub against his face. Every inch of the tip of his nose brushing against your folds was enough to make more pathetic whimpers come from you, plus a little liquid leaking out, now in light jets and low quantities.
You trembled, letting go of the back of his head and looking at him with your lip bleeding from biting so much. You wanted to say something, anything to say thank you, but Spencer had other plans. His fingers, still soaked from fucking your walls, began to return working on your clit. He smirked at your screams of pleasure, the tears streaming down your face... And he enjoyed every minute of all of this, exchanging his long fingers for his own palm, where the friction turned aggressiver, more painful, eliciting louder screams from you as he practically left your pussy raw, biting your thighs to create a mix of impressive actions whose only possible consequence was having you squirting into the palm of his hand, screaming like a whore. His little whore. Only his.
And when you did it, Spencer finally moved his arms away from your body. You sobbed, eyes closed and tears flowing. But he knew you were fine, especially when you let out a soft, weak and shy chuckle at just hearing the sound of him licking his own fingers so as not to waste any drop of your squirt.
"Was I better than your ex?" Spencer teased, pulling you to his chest, where he could caressing your hair and calm your tremors from all the orgasms he gave you.
Still with your eyes closed to try and calm down, you let out a scoff through your nose. He already understands how you feel, but that doesn't stop him from wanting you to say it, loud and clear. You nodded at his provocation and received a soft kiss on your forehead, while his hands snaked around your waist, getting closer to your tired and fragile body. "You're a very smart and diligent student." You managed to scoff and Spencer laughed, kissing your cheeks.
"Only because you're my favorite professor, honey."
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ŕ¨ŕ§ Genshin men and how kinky they are ŕ¨ŕ§
Note: thatâs a whole bakery
minors do not interact
Wriothesley
⢠Kinky and perverted. Very creative in bed will always find a way to surprise you even more. Be it handcuffs or a new vibrator, he leaves you shaking and craving for more
⢠He loves making you scream his name so he dives that cock really deep in order to bring your filthy sounds to his ears
⢠Sometimes calls you âbitchâ, âwhoreâ, âslutâ but making sure itâs in affectionate way while his whole cock is buried deep inside you and pulsing hard
⢠He is very noisy when he cums. Itâs usually a raspy groan that lasts for a few seconds and basically anyone near the door can hear him. You need to stuff your manâs mouth with something else unless you want others to hear that slutty mewl
⢠He fucks like a pornstar and he always jokes about it (itâs not even funny anymore)
⢠Has a sensitive ass so doesnât let you go near around it
⢠Loves slapping and humiliating your puss
⢠Secretly wants you to peg him âĄ
Neuvillette
⢠100% gentle, not kinky. He prefers traditional way of doing things so itâs no surprise his favourite is missionary
⢠Not very experienced, so he whimpered really hard in your first time together
⢠He has to see your eyes while you lie under him. Something about the look on your face makes him nut a generous amount
⢠Neuvilletteâs chill personality allows him to not spend all energy in one go so he is always up for a few rounds with you
⢠Neuvillette goes completely mad when you touch his hair and he will even request you to pull it. Usually he is cool and composed even during your session but once you grasp his hair between your fingers he will fuck you so senselessly you wonât be able to walk the next day âĄâĄ
⢠Dirty talks you to sleep
⢠Dreams of giving you an oral on his desk in the office during a break. He wants to see you muffle your moans while he licks your honey and whispers you to keep quiet otherwise others might hear you
Pantalone
⢠Heâs definitely something in between kinky and sweet. It all depends on his mood. One day he fucks you like he hates you, the other day he touches you so gently as if you were a porcelain doll
⢠He loves you face-sitting on him while heâs hungrily eating your puss. (But never admits it)
⢠Can be gentle and sweet asf. Heâs reeeally good at slow, sensual sex. He can finger you for hours before sheathing himself inside
⢠He cages his feelings so hard that he practically doesn't moan during sex. He only lets a little groaning when cumming. If you ever hear him moan heâll become so embarassed convincing you heard nothing âĄ
⢠Canât masturbate without your panties
⢠Pantyâs got very sensitive chest and nipples and he has to hold your hands above your head to prevent you from touching those
⢠Accidentally moaned during the meeting while you were sucking him off under the desk one day, doesn't do it again
⢠Protection king!!! He always has condoms in his drawers in case someone gets too horny. He respects your boundaries and wonât cum inside you if you are not ready
Capitano
⢠Not kinky, but rough. He loves you too much and thinks if you two are about to have sex, this sex should be passionate to the moon and back
⢠He loves a little thrill. The two of you were once caught up doing that in the forest, against the tree, while Capâs henchman was guarding your lovemaking
⢠First time in your night was afraid his dick wouldn't be able to fit so he was really sweet and gentle and asked constantly if you were in any pain âĄ
⢠He always makes sure you cum first, prioritising your satisfaction before his own đŻ
⢠Capi loves your nails the most
⢠He has a sensitive neck and might let out some whimpers for you if you bite around it good enough
⢠Broke the bed in your apartment one day, came to repair it himself. Heâs still apologising though
Alhaitham
⢠Not very kinky. A really gentle lover. Can be rough only if you ask him directly
⢠His guilty pleasure is slapping your ass, he loves seeing that fat skin reddened after his palm
⢠His favourite position is spooning, and he will not keep his hands off your clit
⢠He ALWAYS makes sure you cum from his fingers before anything else. He has really skillfull fingers and you are dying to have them inside you. He once teased you playing suggestively with the book, and you canât get it off your mind
⢠Alhaitham is bad at dirty talking but he REALLY tries to make it sound good. Embarrassing for him though, you giggle at occasional âgood girl, youâre taking me so wellâ
⢠He was once caught up masturbating by himself in early stage of your relationship and was really freaked out, but later you helped him out telling what he was doing was completely normal
⢠He rubs a good amount against you making sure you feel how hard he is for you
⢠Sensitive ass âĄ
Dainsleif
⢠Kinky and rough but can be gentle occasionally
⢠KING OF EDGING, will leave you unsatisfied only to shove his cock inside you with a double force making you shake and whine for him
⢠Dreams of fucking your throat while maintaining eye contact with you
⢠Sensitive fingertips, one day you grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers inside your mouth which caused him to cum prematurely. Doesnât let you anywhere near his fingers anymore
⢠His favourite thing ever is mattress pressing. He will grip your thighs pushing them apart as wide as possible making you open up for him before he slams into you with full force
⢠Is not very loud, he prefers you vocal. Can be loud when receiving a head, though
⢠Keeps a collection of your panties without letting you know âĄ
⢠Fucks you from behind most of the time coz the sight of your expression, eye rolling and flushed cheeks will make him nut prematurely
Dottore
⢠Very kinky. There is nothing he wouldn't try with you. He loves his sex dirty and messy. He needs the bed, floor and your thighs to have filthy evidence of your lovemaking
⢠He will whine to you about receiving a head every day possible until you finally give up. He just needs to see you choking on his cuck
⢠Very dominant and wonât let you be on top ever (I don't think you need it though)
⢠Leaves a lot of bites around your neck and collarbone, his mouth just can't get enough of you âĄ
⢠Will devour your pussy for hours
⢠Likes when you cum on his command, will slap your ass otherwise
⢠KING of overstim, really into vibrations and stuff. The more stim = the better
⢠Ballz so sensitive he cums nice and good if you graze your fingers around them
⢠After spilling inside you (with your consent), he pumps it back into you, disappointed if it drops all way down
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âËࡠFALSE GOD
warnings: masturbation, sex, smut, porn with no plot, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, use of toys, cunnilingus, mentions of low/high sex drive, dom/sub dynamics, shaming, humilliation, blue balls, edging, corruption kink, mentions of somnophilia, and twitter links. (Gojo, Geto & Nanami)
author's note: this is not a goodbye, but take it as a see you soon writing.
part 2 (coming soon if itâs well received)
gojo satoru
He's been annoying you the whole morning while trying to coach the kids on their trainingâ slapping his hand away everytime it lowers down from your lower back and giving him a glaring look.
Both of you talked about this. Not letting his high sex drive come across work, and mostly in front of his students.He looked like a lost puppy, searching for attention and someone to relieve his needs.
âGojo. Stop itââ You pushed his hand away from you, looking back to see if someone else noticed whatâs going on. âBut I canât princess, I need you right now~â He whined in your ear, he was about to throw a tantrum if you continued neglecting him this way. Itâs been two weeks without sex, can you believe it? Two weeks! He prefers fighting Mahitoâs annoying ass again on his own rather than pass one day without inside you.
âItâs not the time right nowâ and I'm not in the mood either.â
Okay. First of all he knew you werenât too into sex, and he accepted it! He respected your boundaries, and he didnât only want you for the sex, he loved you for who you are! But the way you said his last name instead of his first name, and looking like you were about to slap him turned him on even more.
He wouldnât stop whining and throwing tantrums for your touch, opting for dismissing the class early so they could go to sleep or wherever, itâs weekend anyways.Â
Both of you sat in silence in his office. Waiting for someone to break the tense silence thanks to himâ and he was about to do it, but the moment your mouth opened his mind got in control of your sweet voice.
âGet up and take your pants off. Briefs too-â His eyes light up like a kid when receiving a lollipop for behaving like a good boy he is. He took off his shirt too, feeling like it was drowning him and taking the air out of him because this was the first time you were really taking control over all this.
âSit.â He did as you said, his cock proudly standing tall and full of cum to dump wherever you wanted him too. But he wasnât too lucky this time, because the moment you stepped closer to him and his desk, searching for one of his blindfolds he usually leaves thereâ you kneeled down infront of his, massaging his hard balls that made him moan out loudâ taking them in one hand, they were heavy. His blindfold was around them, in a knotâ tighten them.Â
The moment you started jerking off he knew he wouldnât come as easy as he would. It was wet, really wetâ and all thanks to his pre-cum leaving his cock, he was begging for release, he couldnât come, literally and physically. It was impeding him from cumming, it felt ten times worse than not having your touchâ He had it now, but at what cost?
âAw, look at those blue balls!â You laughed in front of him and slightly slapped the red swollen head of his cockâ he was crying, he never did. But it felt so good but it hurt so much at the same time.�� You took off the blindfold, cum coming out like a big wave, wetting his abdomen, part of his chest and your neck too. His moan almost sounded like a scream, cries and nervous laughs coming out of himâ He came but you continued jerking him off, this time overstimulating him instead of edging himâ He doesnât know what was worse. Coherent words were long lost, babbling out trying to stop himself but he couldnât move himself, way too lost in the pleasure to be able to stop you.
âLetâs see if you can atleast last a week without acting like a fucking horny virgin bitch this time mhm?, letâs make you cum again just to make sure, yeah?â
geto suguru
Geto is a morning wood guy. And he knows you have a low libido, actually Suguru is the only one youâve sex with.Â
âIâm scared of dicks ´guruâ You whispered, kneeled down in front of him, you were at his dorm, it was 11 P.M and you decided to lose your virginity to Geto assuring heâs the one and youâve never felt safe in someone elseâs armsâ he chuckled and looked at you with loving eyesâ one of his hands caressed your cheek, âHow are you going to be afraid of dicks and want to suck me off at the same time princess? Mhm?â
He laughed at himself at the memory, now you were 6 years together and heâs eager to know how your life is going to be with him, having a wedding, getting a house together, making you pregnant⌠full of him, shit. This is not helping with the main problem right now.
Heâs a decent man. At least thatâs what he thinks about himselfâ heâs not horny all the time like Satoru. Maybe thatâs his form of love language? Satoru is a weird ass anywaysâ he thinks to himself while scrunching his eyebrows together, âstop thinking about him Suguru!, itâs going to make you puke instead of helping the problem⌠He was looking at the ceiling of your room while youâre sleeping right beside him. He doesnât want to wake you up, you deserve to have a nice and comfortable sleep.
But the pain down there is not going anywhere, not even with a cold shower. He knows to identify his morning woodsâ living with them for his whole life, I guess. Unconsciously one of his hands is now touching himself through his boxers making him moan, his free hand quickly covering his mouth and looking to his side to find you still sleeping.  Â
He swears heâs about to slap himself to stop this and suck it up, but he feels your hand stopping him. âAre you okay baby?, I heard something and I thought you hurt yourself or something.â
Oh my god⌠How could you be so⌠pure? So perfect for him, always making sure heâs okay, your sleepy voice sounding deeper than your normal voice⌠His shirt is way too big for you that he swears if he moves his head a little higher he could see your nipples. Shit Suguru, you turned it sexual again!
Should he just⌠ask you? beg you? beg and cry for some release? Would he sound as horny as a teenager? This problem should be for teenagers! Not for a grown ass man like him!
âUm⌠I might just had a little problem down thereâ
âMight? Little?â
His flushed face was cute, his body was fully uncovered by the blankets, leaving him with his chest exposed and a clear wet patch on his boxers.
âCâmon baby, let me help youâ He called out your name, trying to stop you the moment you placed your hand on the elastic of his underwearâ in one swift motion you freed his cock, catching a glance of how swollen it was due the negligence of the past weeks.Â
The moment Suguru felt the cold breeze on him, he came.
He fucking came with no touch.
Damn embarrassing.
âAw, cute. Want me to suck you off?â
nanami kento
You havenât rushed things with Nanami yet. Both of you were such a cute couple that made people gag.Â
Heâs amazing, not like any other boys you have met before, he treated you nice, spoiled you and mostly respected youâ in a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.Â
Heâs such a hard working guy, such an inspiration, so committed to both of his works that you tell him if you ever get married youâll be the best housewife he could ever have because he deserves it.
But one thing about Nanami is that he keeps things to himself. Just like the boner he has right now by imagining you being his little housewife. He really needs to leave this office right now and relieve some⌠stress.
The last weeks have been hard for him, naturally affecting your relationship with him. He was always tired, even more earnest and quiet. You know heâs bad at telling what he feels, and heâs always stressed by somethingâ but you have never seen him like this. Like ever.
When he tries to distress himself he just keeps failing over and over again, not being enough and having to suck it up and continue his day with a hard poking erection most likely visible in his pants. Thatâs why he remains seated most of the time.
But one day he went to your house after work. It was impossible to not notice his erection even when heâs trying to hide with his briefcase or on the sofa.Â
âTake your pants off Kento.â Youâre not a big fan of sex, Nanami knows that, he hasnât even had sex with you before! So this caught him by surprise, the red on his cheeks spanding through his neck.
âE-excuse me? Iâm sorry, what honey?âÂ
âYou heard me, take your pants off.â Heâs seated on your sofaâ unloosened tie, two or three bottoms of his shirt undone, messy hair, in his socks but that damn thing was literally capable of breaking his pants if it didnât have some release.
He slowly started unbuckling his pants, losing his mental battle and accepting what he needed, and if you were willing to do it, all he could do is take itâ but dear god, it was even worse.
All you would do is touch him. Through his briefs. Just the feeling of your fingers through them. Touching the tip was the worst part.
And he couldnât believe that the most simple touch is capable of making him cum with just your fingers than him raming and jerking off the hardest he has ever tried.
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ŕ¨ŕ§ďš photoshoot .á oneshot
pairing ; nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; yearning , tension , professional environment a/n ; new white boy of the month! summary ; as a professional photographer, y/n deals with beautiful people all the time, models of all statuses and charm. however, photographing nicholas chavez was not as easy when you can get lost in his eyes.
HAVE YOU EVER looked into someoneâs eyes and known what they were thinking? even at the slightest glance? well, y/n could tell as soon as nicholas chavez looked into her lens, the way his gaze softened, or his pupils dilating slightly as he looked her way. it was nothing like sheâd seen before. yeah, there were models in the past that had tried to subtly show off in front of her, flexing their muscles and giving the camera a sort of âlook of lustâ â which was always extremely obvious, anyways. but nick, well, he seemed in awe.
although he was the one all âprettied upâ, laid on a bed in front of her, shirt unbuttoned, nicholas was the one admiring her. there was something he found so beautiful about her concentration for her passion: when her eyebrows furrow as she looks through the lens, or even when she praises â not only him, but herself â as they get a good shot.
well, he may think sheâs concentrating. in reality, y/n is getting increasingly annoyed at her wandering mind. with every look at the camera, or when their gaze meets for a split second, it almost feels as though sheâs melting. his dark brown eyes were like a universe in itself, it was easy to get lost in them, especially when he is looking at her so desperately. it seems as if he is almost yearning for her â âwowâ she thought âhe must be a good actorâ.
along with that look, the position nick is in does not help. he sits on the edge of the bed, manspread whilst he leans back on his elbows. although he looks so desperate, his body language gives him some sort of dominance, unintentionally giving y/n butterflies.
âyouâre very beautifulâ nicholas says unexpectedly, catching y/n off guard, but not in a way that would creep her out, it seemed genuine.
she lets out a slight giggle before responding, âthank youâ she says, continuing to take pictures.
she got closer, in need of some close up shots, too, and nicholas cooperated. however, forgetting to look at the camera, he starts to examine her face, âno, really. you should be the one in front of the cameraâ he laughs.
âyouâre kiddingâ she rolls her eyes playfully as she smiles at him.
nick smiles back before nodding towards her camera, âcome onâ
âabsolutely notâ she laughs, backing away with her camera, âi cannot trust you with thisâ
âcome onnnâ he repeats, dragging out the last word, playfully pleading.
the two look at each other for a few seconds. he gives her a knowing look before putting his hand out, waiting for her to give him the camera. y/n thinks for a bit before rolling her eyes once more and handing him the camera and sitting down on the bed, âthis is so unprofessionalâ
âshhâ he responds jokingly, âiâm in charge nowâ
y/n laughs before sitting herself down onto the bed, âtell me what to do then, photographerâ
âfirst of all, jacket offâ nicholas points, âsecond of all, pose how you wantâ
âyes, sirâ she responds sarcastically, taking off her jacket and throwing it behind him, revealing the white sundress she has been wearing underneath. unsure of what pose to do, y/n kept sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed as she leaned back on her arms.
nick began taking photos in a very playful matter, screaming âyes!â, âwow!â enthusiastically with each shot. y/n laughs, causing him to take a few serious shots whilst sheâs in the moment. nicholas stops for a second, looking through the photos he just took, with a look of awe on his face and a slight smile, before looking up at her once again.
he then sits down next to her, showing her one of the photos: sheâs grinning from ear to ear, eyes shut as sun-rays from the windows hit the sheets behind her, âsee, beautifulâ he says.
y/n smiles before looking into his eyes once more, realising that they look even better this close, and slowly, without even realising, they close the gap between one another with a soft kiss.
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⼠Make U Love Me
logan âwolverineâ howlett x mutantfem!reader
⪠youâre tired of going places where you canât scream and shout âŞ
tags: featuring the biggest asshole, scott! cheating, a little angst, violence, mentions of blood and death, slight exhibitionism, kissing, edging, dom logan, sub reader, creampie, pregnancy, oral, multiple orgasms, falling in love, etcâŚ
note: heavily inspired by robin thickeâs song with the same title. wc: 4.7k â put my heart into this.
you were scottâs girl. nothing more, nothing less.
it wasnât what you thought it would be, well back then at least.
scott was loving when you two first started dating. he would take you out, treat you like a queen, and was very attentive. but, that all started to change when his first love died in the midst of battle. jean grey.
the day she died, is the day your relationship did too. that same guy you fell in love with, turned into the guy you hated. everything stopped. he was no longer the perfect boyfriend, he was more of a royal asshole.
he wouldnât make love to you, he wouldnât put you on missions with him and when you confronted him about the changeâit would always end in a fight. you didnât deserve this, you knew you didnât. but, you couldnât break up with him. that small piece of your heart wouldnât allow you.
you knew there was a part of him that still loved you. well, you thought he did. that all changed when you and the crew got the news. jean was alive.
âi donât want you going after her, scott! whatâs so hard to understand about that?â you raised your voice, brushing past your boyfriend and putting the onions you just chopped into the hot skilletâcontinuing your recipe for tonightâs dinner.
when the professor told everyone that she was alive, scottâs ears perked up and practically begged the professor to let him be the one to go and find her. charles urged scott that it wasnât a good idea. something could go wrong and she might no longer be the jean we all knewâŚ.she could be possessed by an evil force. the dark phoenix.
but, of course scott wasnât trying to hear that. his mind was clouded with thoughts of the red head. he was still deeply in love with jean. just the thought of her had him going crazy. you knew it and it pissed you off, which brought upon the current argument you two were having now.
âwhat i donât understand is why not? sheâs one of us! i have to bring her back, with or without your permission!â you turned to him, eyes slowly turning into a deep red; the flames from the stove started to riseâsearing the vegetables that sat in the iron pan.
scott started to slowly back up, swallowing thickly as you inched closer to him; afraid of what you might do next. he locked his visor onto the burning food, which he tried to pull your attention on to, but you didnât budge. that is until you heard someone clearing their throat.
your eyes went back to its normal state and you calmed down once you took a look at logan, who stood there watching the whole ordeal. you looked back at the food and turned the stove off before looking back your boyfriend, âcome back with her and see what happens, scott.â
âââ
you didnât come out of your bedroom for dinner that night and neither did he. hell, you barely got any sleep last nightâtoo busy tossing and turning in your bed, thinking about scott and jean together. and when you finally did get some sleep, the sun started to peak over the horizonâa beautiful hue of orange painting the sky.
when you finally woke up, you pulled yourself into a much needed hot shower, before putting on your favorite pair of flare jeans and a cute top paired with some leather bootsâheading downstairs to see what was happening for today. the children passed by, running and walking to hangout after class, while you made your way down the wooden stairsâlooking for your boyfriend.
you wanted to talk to him about yesterday, hopefully to make peace with what transpiredâbut it seems like he had other plans when you spotted him holding hands & walking with the newly resurrected jean. and to top it all off, he was wearing a big toothy smile like he was kid in a candy store. oh you were pissed.
they disappeared further into the mansion as you stormed downstairsâeyes darkening while you were hot on their tails, ready to confront them; that is until you were trapped between two big muscle bound arms. âlet me go logan!â you tried to free yourself from his grasp, but there was no use. he wasnât letting you go.
âneed you to cool off. donât need you to go all âflame on!â on them today.â he chuckled and ushered you towards the front door, both of you going towards the academyâs garage and pulling off in his car.
you tossed back your shot of vodka, grimacing at the strong burning sensation, before tapping your glass for more. logan had took you to a bar, so you could drink to your hearts content and stop that flame from igniting within you.
âheâs a fucking asshole.â you spoke, downing your drink again then turning to look at the male sitting right next to you. he nodded in agreement and sipped on his whiskey, letting you vent to him.
âI feel like such an idiot, falling in love with someone who doesnât love me.â
âhis fault he couldnât see what right in front of him.â you passed, wide eyed, looking at the side of his rugged face while he finished off his drink. what did he mean by that?
âpretty lil thing like you deserves to be treated like a princess, not by someone like him.â his compliment made you press your thighs together and shift in your seat.
âand whoâs gonna treat me like one?â you hummed, placing your hand on his arm, pressing against him. it might been the liquid courage that had you feeling so bold, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
logan grunted and smirked, shaking his head before his pretty hazel eyes locked on yours, âcareful, doll. donât know what you might be getting yourself into.â
âmaybe i do~â you flirted back, lips ghosting his ears, making goosebumps rise on his skin. you wanted him badly right now. you didnât care that the two of you were out in a bar, it made no difference. you wanted to take him right here and now.
âletâs play some pool.â he got up from his seat and grabbed your hand, making you sigh in response. maybe you were getting ahead of yourself?
âââ
the two of you played pool for the next couple of hours. logan was surprised to see that you were really good at the game, even more shocked that you had him on a losing streak. âgood thing you didnât put money on it.â you teased, striking the 8ball into one of the holes, winning your fifth game for the night.
âwould ask you to play another game, but itâs time we get back to the mansion. barâs bout to close.â he pointed out and you took a look around, seeing only four patrons left and the bartenders cleaning their glasses. you pouted and racked the balls back into the middle of the table, before grabbing loganâs hands and leaving the bar.
the two of you stood outside of the car for a bit, logan puffing on his cigar while you enjoyed the nightâs cool breezeâmind running rampant with what happened in the bar between you and him.
âloââ you began, making him turn his attention towards youâthe sight of him blowing out smoke did something to you; everything about the male aroused you. why didnât you see him like this before? maybe you wouldâve been happier with him.
âcan i kiss you?â you breathed out, stepping closer to him; body heat overpowering the crisp air outside. âdollâŚ.â he began, but you stopped himânot ready for him to reject your feelings just yet.
âI know you felt something in there with me. if i felt it, i know you did. so, kiss me. prove me wrongâŚ.â you pulled him by his flannel, eyes sparkling with hope and desire; as they flickered to his lips. he searched your face, before he flicked his cigar on the ground and pulled you in closeâhis lips melting on yours.
you wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved to the middle of your back, before falling to your assâsqueezing the plump flesh through your jeans. as much as he wanted to pull back, he didnâtâyou were so addictive, he just had have all of you.
his tongue slipped into your mouth and he picked you up and placed you on the hood of the carâkiss becoming passionate by the moment. the taste of the cigar he just smoked and traces of his whiskey had your mind spinning, and your cunt throbbing. âlogannn~â
âi know, princess. smelled how bad you wanted it inside of the bar.â he grunted and his thick fingers quickly unfastened your jeanâs button, tugging them down slightlyâbefore he slipped his hand into your pants, rubbing your throbbing clit through your yellow panties.
âshit youâre soaked. heâs never made you feel like this, right?â he grunted in your ear, pulling your panties to the side and finally connecting the tips of his fingers to your aching clit, rubbing it slowly.
âno never, he never made me wet like thisâfuckâonly you lo~â the sweet moan you let out drove him insane, it fueled him and he couldnât help but to quicken his pace; making your back arch off the hood of the car. gasping, you reached down to hold onto his wrist, trying to stop his pleasurable tormentâbut it did nothing. he kept going, making you buck your hips up into his palm.
âso needy. summers is such an idiot for letting this go.â logan moves his fingers down to your sodden hole, palm pressing right down onto your clit, making your body jolt in response. despite the tight confinement of your pants, his hand was able to work wonders on your lower halfâpumping in and out of your cunt.
you gushed over his fingers each time it hit your spot. the pressure that was building up in the pit of your tummy was becoming unbearable. you desperately needed to let go, show him how good he made you feel.
âgonna cumâall over your fingers!â you warned, eyes starting to roll back into your head as you felt that feeling you loved so much start to burst. that is, until he pulled his fingers away. your eyes shot opened and you watched him suck your juices off of his digits.
âgotta get you home, dollâ he fastened your pants and helped you off the hood of the car; before going to the passenger side, opening the door for you. shooting daggers at him as you stomped your way to the car, you watched as he hopped in the driver seatâignoring your stares.
you didnât bother opening your mouth to speak either. too frustrated, tired and horny to talk. so, you opted to lay your head against the window and watched as the trees became blurred on the way back to the mansion.
as logan pulled the car up the schoolâs drive, you could see the resurrected red head and scott standing outsideâtheir lips glued on one another. you shared a look with logan and shook your head. you didnât have the energy anymore, it was obvious where his heart lied.
getting out of the car, the two pulled back once they noticed the both of you approachingâscott looking like he had seen a ghost. âbaby! i-iââ
âgo to hell scottâ brushing past them, you slowly made your way to your roomâlogan a few feet behind. logan looked at scott and just shook his head. idiot.
he just planted you right into his hands, and boy was he going to keep you there.
âââ
the following weeks started to get better and better for you. getting closer to logan was the best thing to ever happen to you. the two of you would spend almost everyday together, most of the days ended with you finally getting to cum around his fingers and all over his face. you were happier, almost like you were in the beginning before scott ruined it. and he noticed it to.
but, you didnât care what he thought about what you were doing. he ruined his chances of being happy with you ever again and he knew it.
currently you and logan were in an empty class room, with him between your plush thighs; working a third orgasm out of you for today. small hands were tangled in his soft brown locsâtugging them as you grinded your orgasm out on his face. logan pulled away once you calmed down, his beard and half of his face being covered in your slickâwhich he happily licked up; well what he could.
he helped you off the table and pulled your skirt up while peeling your cold wet panties off. âthese? are for me,â you blushed, watching him put them in his pocket before pulling you close. his hands fell to your rear and those eyes that you loved to get lost in, stared right at you; before he pressed his lips against yours.
you melted in the kiss. your body relaxing as the two of you moved in sync, hands moving across each otherâs bodies. ever since that day at the bar, you noticed a change in yourself. a change you slowly welcomed. love. you were falling deeply in love with the wolverine. it was different type of love you and scott had. this one felt like one of those loveâs where you could see the two of you grow old and have a bunch of mutant babies.
you wanted to tell him how you felt, how he made you feel, but you were scared. scared that he might reject you. so, you opted for the latter. being his friend with benefits.
âlogan, I wanna suck your dick~â you pulled back, eyes traveling down to his noticeable bulge, then back up at him.
âdonât wanna hurt you princess. plus ive got a class in fifteen minutes,â he warned and you smirked, slowly sinking down to your knees. âso? ill make you cum in ten~â.
the clinking sound of his belt being dropped to floor, along with his pants, filled the room. he watched with low eyes as you pulled his fully erect length outâcock twitching when he heard you gasp. you now understood why he never fucked you, he was way too big. there was no way your walls would survive that, right?
your mouth salivated at the sight and you could slowly feel yourself becoming even more aroused. gripping his cock and swiping your tongue over the tip, you moaned at the taste of his sweet precum, before you took him into your mouth. he tossed his head back, loving the feeling of your warm wet mouth around him, while you slowly started to take him even deeper.
his big hands practically flew to the back of your head when he felt you gag around him, once he hit the back of your mouth, slowly creeping into your throat.
âdid you just cum? hm, princess?â he locked eyes with you, smelling the familiar scent of your arousalâknowing exactly how you smelled when you came.
you whimpered, still slobbering all over his cock before the grip on your head got tighter and he pressed your pretty little head down harder; nose nuzzled in his bush of brown hairs.
you gagged, but he didnât give you time to adjust as he continued to repeat his actionsâpulling you off of his cock by your hair before forcing you right back on; fucking your mouth to his liking. the more he moved the more arousing it became for the both of you, causing you to relax your throat, letting him fill it with his thick cock.
the sound of you gagging and sucking on his cock along with the smell of your cunt dripping with excitement, had the six foot two man going feral. his pretty eyes fluttered in the back of his head and he forcefully pushed your head deep in his bushâ letting out one of the sexiest growls you ever heard as he poured thick ropes of cum down your throat.
the warm sensation had you dripping right onto the classroomâs wooden floors, moaning at his taste before you swallowed. his grip loosened and you pulled back, gasping for air.
âtold ya i could make you cum~â
âââ
finding yourself back into your room, you were scared by the dark figure sitting on your bed; making you jump out of your clothes like a cartoon character. flickering on the light, scott sat on your bed wearing a plain look on his face.
âthe hell you doing in my room, scott?â you kicked off your shoes, glaring at the brunette. he adjusted his visor before getting up, towering over you a bit.
âyou and logan been really close lately. whatâs up with that?â you stared at him before giggling. he wasnât possibly serious? you ignored him and tried to move around him, only for him to grab you and pull you back.
âgrab me again and thatâll be the last thing youâll ever do. get out of my room and go be with jean. me and you are finished.â you stared into his ruby red colored visor, making sure he got the point. the mutant scoffed and shook his head, âfine. go be a whore for logan, sure heâd love that.â
you didnât even give him time to react before sending a fire induced smack to his face, causing him to yell out from the painful sensation. he was quick to recover, ready to aim his optic lasers at you; until a fist came flying at himâknocking him to the ground. logan stood there for a minute, taking a look at you to make sure you were alright, before pouncing on scott.
you watched as logan nearly beat him bloody before stepping in, tugging on his black button upâbegging him to stop. however, the raspy voice of the professor entered all of your minds, stopping everyoneâs movements.
âthe dark phoenix has risen and attacked me. jean grey is no longer with us. teachers, meet me in the infirmaryâ
logan looked at you and grabbed scott, slinking him around his shoulders, âgo meet me in the infirmary. im gonna take him to his room and have hank look after him.â you nodded and practically raced to the infirmary, meeting the rest of the x-men. they surround xavierâs comatose body, talking amongst each other about what was going on, until ororo started speaking.
âthe professor was attacked a few minutes ago by the x-men we once knew as jean grey. however, the friend we knew and once loved is now gone and is being possessed by a dark entity. this being is catastrophic and we must stop it before itâs too lateââ she paused and took a look at her fellow mutants, before raising an eyebrow.
âwhereâs scott?â
âheâs out of commission for a while. ill catch him up later.â loganâs arm snaked around you waist, appearing behind you and answering her question. she nodded and continued with the details of the mission, before listing out names of those who would be on it.
you and logan were the main frontmen for this mission. storm had converged a plan on how it should go down, along with a plan b; warning you guys that thereâs a slight chance it might end bad. she put her faith in you and the team, before dismissing everyone. the mission would take place tomorrow.
âââ
sitting on loganâs surprisingly soft bed, you relaxed while he was in the shower. your mind was running rampant about what could possibly happen tomorrow. being that this could possibly be the end, frightened you, especially since you havenât told him how you felt.
âlogan?â you called out, listening to the calming sound of the shower running.
âyeah?â he responded and you got up from his bed and stripped out of your clothes, joining him in the shower. the sight of his nude, wet body was breathtaking. so very breathtaking, that you couldnât help but break down and cryâsobbing as the warm water painted your face.
those thick eyebrows raised and he immediately pulled you close, rubbing circled on your back; along with rubbing your head. âhey, talk to me. wonât be able to understand you when youâre crying like this, princess.â
you nodded in his hairy chest before pulling back, sniffling. this was the time to let it all out, let him know how you feel.
âi love you. i love you so fucking bad, logan. youâre all i think about. i think about us getting married and having a litter or two of kidsâŚâ he laughed at and kissed your temple, before urging you to continue.
âyouâve been there for me for a while now. you uplifted me and showed me what true love is. and it pains me to know that thereâs a possibility that tomorrow could take this away from me.â more tears poured out of your eyes and he cupped your face, kissing away your tears.
logan honestly felt the same. he fell in love with you the moment you joined the x-men. even when you got with scott, he still loved you. he just knew it was fate that the two of you were meant to be. he moved his lips down to your soft plump ones, making you melt on the spot.
the kiss the two of you shared held such passion, that you wished you could stay like this forever.
âi love you too, princess. but, you will tell me this tomorrow; when we win.â he kissed from your lips down to your neck before stopping at the middle of your chestâkissing one of your mounds and holding the other; earning a moan from you.
âin the meantime, how about we get started on that litter?â you giggled and nodded your head, before your back was against the wall with his cock in between your legsâwarming up from your heat, while he pinched one of your perky nipples and sucked on the other.
slick started to pool and drip onto his cock as he continued to tease your sensitive breasts, fueling your arousal. âplease, babyâŚ.donât tease meâwanâ you inside of me~â
he pulled away from your nipple with a âpopâ echoing after, still teasing the other one with his rough hands, a smirk painted on his rugged face. âyou sure youâre ready for that, doll?â he asked and you nodded profusely. lifting up your leg, he rubbed himself on your slick coated slit, using your essence as lubricant and then pushed himself into your tightness.
he threw his head back from how you felt, and your walls clung to him; clenching and unclenching around him. the pressure he was putting on your clit, had you cumming prematurely. he smirked and pulled himself out, making you whimper; already missing how he filled you upâeven though it was just the tip.
he repeated that process, pushing his cock in and pulling you out, earning more lewd noises from you and your pretty pussy. âlogannn, please fuck me already!â he grunted in response and slammed himself insideâfilling you to the brim with his cock. you squealed from the pleasurably painful sensation that coursed through you, kissing him to distract you from the pain.
the grip on your leg tightened as he started to pound your sweet little pussy, walls stretching past its normals limits. the more he fucked you, the more your cunt became molded to the shape of his cock. it was evident that you were made for him.
by now, the water had gotten cold and he continued to rut inside of youâcunt coating his cock with your creamy white fluids. he was drowning in your sweet fluids and he didn't need a floatieâhe had reached nirvana.
in one swift motion, the shower was off and you were in his armsâlegs wrapped around his waist while he was still inside; carrying you out of the shower & over to the bathroom sink. he pulled out momentarily as he placed you on your feet and turned you around, your fat ass facing him; while he plunged right back inside of your middle.
pushing your arch down, placing his hands on your hipsâhe reached deeper than before, causing you to scream. âdick too big for you baby?â you nodded and he chuckled, grinding himself against you until he started to pound you silly.
you tried to open your mouth to speak, to warn him that you were going to cum, but your mind was too fucked out to process anything; so you let out a sweet moan. âgo ahead and cum for me princess. could feel her twitching around me.â
it was amazing how he knew your body so well already and it didnât take long for you to heed his words, cumming hard on his dick while he continued to make your cunt his. the tightness of your walls squeezing him, broke him and he couldnât help but to cum buckets inside of youâfilling your tummy up with his kids.
the two of you panted, bodies shaking as your orgasms came over youâyour head being pulled back so he could press a kiss to your lips.
âi love you, princess.â
âââ
blood covered the blue and yellow suits the team wore as the dark phoenix made paint out of their blood. the fight wasnât going so good. some of you were gravely injured, possibly on the brink of death, while some of you tried to catch your breaths; still able to fight.
you looked over at a bleeding logan, worried about the wounds he had received, catching his eyes. âdonât worry, itâll heal.â
he charged towards the being, claws fully unsheathed, with you and few others following suit; only to be tossed away like peons. you laid there in pain, ready to accept defeat, until you heard the crunching of the dirt nearby. turning your head you were shocked to see scott, staring down the possessed body of his old lover.
scott turned to look at you and logan, and smiled before inching closer toward them. your eyes shot open, you knew exactly what he was going to do. âscott! wait,ââ but it was already too late.
with the help of colossus, the leader of the x-men was tossed over to jeanâgrabbing onto her before a red flash of light blinded you all. once it cleared, the two were gone. the only thing that stood where they once were, was scottâs yellow & red custom visor.
you sat there in disbelief. you never expected this to happen. yeah, you his guts, but you never expected him to sacrifice himself. better yet, die.
âcâmon doll, letâs go home~â loganâs raspy voice pulled you out of your thoughts, holding out his hand which you gladly accepted. you turned around, looking at where he was one last time, before turning around heading back to the jet.
ââ
5 months later.
âand here lies the visor that was once used by our leader and hero of the x-men, cyclops. he will be missed.â logan spoke to the new students joining the academyâgiving them a tour, stopping at scottâs memorial.
âlogan~â your voice called out to him, making him turn his attention over to youâhis beautiful pregnant wife. âalright kids, gonna turn this over to our new teacher; ms. frost,â the blonde stepped up with a smile and took over while your husband jogged over to youâkissing your growing belly before moving up to your lips.
âweâre gonna be late! this is the appointment where we get to see the babyâs gender!â
it mightâve started off rough, but you were finally happy and in love.
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the red means i love you â r.c.
pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head
word count: 5k
summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.
moodboard // m.list // blurbs m.list // taglist
You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around himâ you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didnât know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.
Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phoneâ rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wetâ you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.
Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didnât help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.
oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! đ
Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course itâs Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations â the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.
You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.
Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after thatâ replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.
brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)
You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.
rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.
Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But noâ the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.
With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldnât suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.
As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usualâ Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problemâ a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.
rafe_cameron: hey liv.
oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!
Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.
rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?
oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! Iâll be there at 9!! đ¤
Not a girlâs girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but letâs be realâ breaking in is the easiest part of it all.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameronâs estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.
You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and downâ not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.
âI- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldnât-â âYou thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.â
Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spineâ she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.
You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.
âTsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And youâre gonna fucking regret it.â You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocketâ the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.
âHereâs what Iâm gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, thereâs no fun in that.â Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? Itâs the consequences of her own actions.
You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. âHey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I canât have you fucking it up. Iâve been looking forward to this.â
You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. âLet me go, please! I wasnât even gonna do anything with him! I promise!â she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyesâ the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.
âYou thinkâŚâ you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, ââŚyou can fucking LIE TO ME?â you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter âOâ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the momentâ it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.
âDonâtâ stab. âtouchâ stab. âmyâ stab. âman, Liv.â stab, stab, stab.
Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.
Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.
The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.
âShit man⌠whyâs it never the skinny, short guys she fuckinâ falls for?â you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. ââŚRafe?â you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.
First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.
âOh shit. Weâre like that one Spiderman meme, babe.â you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriendâs faceâ he was about to freak the fuck out. âooohh my god, oh my god⌠whatâ what the FUCK are you doing?!â
Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, âWhat the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?â you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girlâs lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafeâs baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandonâs face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandonâs body to get all his aggression out. Â
Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. âOh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?â You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.
âThatâs⌠thatâs what youâre fuckinâ worried about here!? Just⌠Iâ  I donât know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.â he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.
âIs thatâ is that Oliv-â âON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! IâD BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THATâS HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!â
Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. âFUCK! Why do youâ why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Canât you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.â
A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstoodâ why couldnât he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?
âIâ I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Canât you fucking see that? She was gonnaâ fuckâ Â she was gonna ruin what we have!â you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. âIâd do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no oneâ no one will ever love you more than I do.â His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.
âI justâ  I just donât get it⌠How the FUCK is this my-â you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.
Because oddly, it turned him onâ your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killingâ that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.
âYouâreâ youâre⌠fuckinâ perfect.â Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. âW-what?â you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. âListen to me, yeah? âm never gonna let you go, I fuckinâ promise that. Iâd do anything for youâ anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckinâ care of my girl, aâight?â
A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre sceneâ both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each otherâs bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasnât any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.
Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to proveâ as if murdering a man wasnât enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafeâs mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didnât know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.
âMine. All fuckinâ mine. Got it?â he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. âYeah, thatâs what I thought. Donât wanna go around killinâ the entire neighbourhood.â He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. âBut I will if I have to.â His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.
âHm, i donât doubt that.â You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafeâs hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. âBut know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.â He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. âYouâre so fucked in the head, shit.â he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, âJust how I like it.â
Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.
âRafe, what the fuck!â You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. âThose were my favourites! Oh, donât you fucking dare do the same with my underwearâ It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.
âDonât be fuckinâ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?â Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. âStop with the whining. Iâll take you shopping tomorrow, aâight?â
He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. âFuckinâ soaked already, huh?â He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. âYeahâ thatâs right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckinâ girl.â You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.
It didnât take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. âYou bitch! I was so fucking close!â Rafeâs hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. âWatch that fuckinâ mouth if you wanna cum.â
You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafeâs erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. âAww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?â his voice laced with faux sympathy. âThen beg for it.â
âRafe just fucking do-â your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. âI said fuckinâ beg for it.â
âFuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck meâ Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal paceâ deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafeâs cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.
Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, âStay still or this will hurt, like bad, aâight?â, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. âSo fuckinâ pretty all covered in blood, shit.â You could feel the letters he was etching into your skinâ R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. âForever mine.â
Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. âNow, where were we?â He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.
âShit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?â Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. âShutâ up.â You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.
You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. âIâmâ Iâm so fucking close, oh my godâ You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.
âCome fâme, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckinâ goodâ Rafeâs hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.
He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. âMy pretty, pretty girl.â Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.
As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"
His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry âbout that. I'll take care of it, aâight?"
The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? Howâ how do you know how to clean up bodies?"
A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. âPrincess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?â
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