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‧₊˚ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞
fem!reader x james cook
word count : 1.5k
synopsis : cook’s been on the run. you’ve been riding shotgun, counting his drugs, smoking your joint, and discovering exactly how much trouble you can get into when he drives.
a/n : omg my cook debut 🙇🏾♀️ i have only watched rise so i did base this one-shot off of it. i do not have a taglist for cook atm but if you want to be added for future works, lmk !
mdni 18+ : aged up/season 7 cook, oral sex (m!receiving), cum swallowing, dirty talk, sexual acts in a car/semi-public, mentions of drug dealing, gagging
you finish the count in silence. the last wad of notes is short—not by much, but enough to make your brow twitch. you glance over.
between me and you
James Cook x fem!reader
Summary: Your boyfriend and Cook hate each other. But that doesn’t stop Cook’s advances on you at a halloween party
wc: # 3.4k
warnings: crude language, fighting, drinking, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), piv sex, creampie, cheating on your bf lol, mdni
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“Get off him!” you shouted, grabbing at Cook’s arm as he straddled your boyfriend, landing punch after punch. With the help of two others, you finally managed to drag them apart.
“The fuck is your problem?” you snapped, shoving Cook hard in the chest.
“Oi, not my fault your bloke can’t keep his mouth shut.” He shrugged, smirking. “You should be thankin’ me for—”
“That’s enough outta you,” Joshua cut in, wiping the blood from his lip. “You’re lucky I didn’t want my girl watchin’ me give you a proper beatin’.”
“Yeah?” Cook mocked, arms raised as he just got caught. “Proper gentleman, you are.”
Joshua lunged, but you caught his arm before he could swing.
“Joshua! Leave it! Let’s just go,” you snapped, voice cracking.
He rolled his eyes, yanking his arm free before storming off down the sidewalk, away from the thumping music spilling out of the party.
Back at your flat — where Joshua crashed more nights than he admitted — he was pacing the living room, arms swinging like a madman.
“You know if you hadn’t held me back, I would’ve killed that bloke!” he shouted.
“Keep your voice down, yeah? I don’t need my neighbors complaining again.” You sank into the couch, bag of ice in hand. “Now, you mind tellin’ me what actually happened? I go to refill my drink, and next thing I see, Cook’s dragging you out onto the bloody pavement.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Joshua muttered, dropping beside you. His lip was split, nose bleeding, a bruise already blooming under his eye.
He shot you a glare. “And I’m still fuckin’ pissed at you — touchin’ that bastard like that.”
“I was getting him off you, Joshua. He was beating the shit outta you.”
“I was doin’ fine without your help.”
“Yeah, sure you were.” You stood up, heat rising in your chest.
“Well it’s fuck me for helping you!” you shouted, storming down the hall toward your room, slamming the door shut.
Your relationship with Joshua was barely holding together. He’d been sweet at first, but that didn’t last. More and more, you found yourself thinking about ending things.
A week later, Joshua was still in one of his moods. He’d move your stuff just to wind you up, leave the kitchen looking like a mess, and lock himself in the bathroom until you were pounding on the door, yelling for him to get out. Just to piss you off.
“You gonna start getting ready for the party or what?” you asked, wrapped in a towel, hair dripping onto the floor.
“Uh, yeah,” he muttered, eyes glued to the tv.
“Rhiannon’s gonna be here in an hour. Don’t make us late like last time,” you warned, already bracing for it. He always took longer than you anyway.
You went back to your room and laid your costume out on the bed. You’d always been a sucker for parties—especially costume ones. Halloween meant someone was bound to throw a rager, and this year, you’d planned the perfect duo: cheerleader and football player.
After glossing your lips, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your ass, and the top showed just enough cleavage to make you grin. You grabbed your bag and stepped out, ready to drag Joshua out.
But there he was—still on the couch. Same spot. Beer spilled down his shirt, feet kicked up like he hadn’t moved in hours.
“What did I say?” you groaned. “Rhiannon’s gonna be here in five!”
He didn’t even flinch. “We’re not goin’ anymore.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I said—” He finally looked up, eyes glassy. “We’re not goin’. Especially not you. Not dressed like that.”
You just stared at him, dumbfounded. “I don’t know who you think you’re talkin’ to, but I am going. With or without you. You can figure out which it’s gonna be.”
“I told ya,” he said, rising from the couch, voice slurred but sharp. “We. Aren’t. Fuckin’. Goin’.”
Your jaw tightened. “This about Cook, then? You know he’s gonna be there, don’t you?”
His eyes flicked away, throat bobbing. “Tsk. No.” He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your stare.
You crossed your arms. “You’re such a shit liar, Joshua.”
“He’s bad news,” he snapped. “I don’t need you going out dressed like a slut—especially around him.”
You pressed your tongue to your cheek and let out a sharp breath. “You’re completely mental.” Your phone lit up with a notification—Rhiannon was outside. “You passed, Joshua. I’m going, end of story.”
You turned your back on him and slipped out the door.
“Go on then!” he shouted after you. “You know what? Don’t expect me to be here when you come back!”
You rolled your eyes and climbed into Rhiannon’s car.
“Hiya, sexy,” Rhiannon greeted, raising a brow as she popped her gum.
“Hey, Rhiannon,” you said with a smirk, admiring her Catwoman costume.
“Boyfriend taking too long again, or what?” she teased.
“He’s not coming,” you sighed. “Probably for the best—he’s been pissin’ me off lately.”
Rhiannon started the car and giggled. “S’cause Cook beat his ass at last week’s party?”
“He says no,” you said with a grin, “but that’s definitely the reason.”
The two of you pulled up outside a random flat across town. Music was thumping through the walls, and a steady stream of people spilled in and out of the place.
“I’m unquestionably getting shagged tonight,” Rhiannon declared, pushing her boobs higher in her tight leather top. “Can I count on you to do the same?”
You let out a small laugh. “I don’t think so. I still have a boyfriend, remember?” you said, stepping out of the car.
“Yeah, hardly,” she scoffed. “Just saying—if you do end up shagging someone, your secret’s safe with me.”
She hooked her arm through yours as the two of you headed inside.
As you walked in you were slapped in the face with smoke and the smell of alcohol and bad decisions.
“Well, there’s some proper eye candy,” Rhiannon whispered, nudging your arm as you squeezed down the crowded hallway.
“Yeah… sure is,” you breathed, eyes dragging over a shirtless firefighter, skin glistening under the cheap strobe lights.
You both stumbled into the kitchen, music pounding through the walls. Grinning, you grabbed a jug of something neon and poured two red cups to the brim.
“Cheers to lookin’ hot—” Rhiannon raised her cup, “—and gettin’ shagged!”
You laughed, clinking your cup against hers before knocking it back. It burned going down, sweet and sharp.
“I see my target,” she said, nodding toward a guy dressed as a cowboy. Her eyes widened. “Oh shit—he’s comin’ over.”
The cowboy introduced himself as Daniel, all dimples and confidence, and before you could blink, Rhiannon was being led toward the dance floor.
“You sure you’ll be alright on your own?” she called back, already half-gone.
“I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine,” you smirked, leaning in to whisper, “Now go get your cowboy, yeah?” You gave her a playful shove toward him before turning back to refill your drink.
“Well, what do we have here?” a familiar voice purred low in your ear, a hand sliding around your waist.
You spun sharply, coming face to face with none other than Cook — shirtless under an open robe, boxing gloves slung over his shoulder.
“Oh, piss off,” you snapped, glaring up at him.
“Where’s your lad?” he asked, leaning in, his arms braced on either side of you against the counter — caging you in.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you huffed sarcastically, giving his face a shove before brushing past him toward the doorway.
Cook caught your arm, spinning you back around, making your back hit the wall. “What? I’m just askin’,” he said, smirking. “If I were your lad, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave you alone.” He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “’Specially when you look so fuckin’ fit tonight.”
Your breath hitched — you hadn’t heard a compliment like that in ages. Joshua barely looked at you anymore, and for a split second, Cook’s words felt dangerous in all the right ways.
“Maybe that’s why you’re not my lad, then.”
“I could be,” Cook murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Just for tonight. Nobody has to know but me and you.”
“Hard pass.” You scoffed, though the idea lingered in the back of your mind.
“C’mon,” he said, voice low as he called your name. “When’s the last time your lad touched ya? Made you feel like a proper woman? Made you feel good?” His fingers grazed your thigh, barely there.
Heat rushed up your neck. “Th-that’s none of your business.” You hated how your voice wavered—hated even more that it’d been too long. Every time you and Joshua hooked up, it was just for him. He never cared whether you came or not.
Cook’s lips twitched. “We could slip into the upstairs bathroom,” he drawled, leaning closer. “Wouldn’t take long… unless you wanted it to.”
“I’m not fuckin’ you, Cook.” You tried to sound sharp, smirking, but it came out softer than you wanted.
He grinned, all mock innocence, eyes wide and teasing. “Didn’t say you were, love.”
Before he could get another word out, you cut him off. “Hey, what did you mean when you said I should be thanking you?”
Cook blinked, pretending to think. “For what?”
“The party,” you pressed. “When you beat up Joshua. You said I should be thanking you, but he interrupted before you could finish.”
“Ohhh, that,” Cook said, finally smirking again. “He was tryin’ to get with this girl, and I asked where you were. Bloke went off, started shoutin’. I joked I’d tell you, and he lost it. Punched me first, so I made sure he regretted it.”
You stared at him, jaw slack. “Unbelievable.” You scoffed. “That fucking wanker.”
He took a slow sip of his drink, eyes glinting. “Now you’re talkin’ sense, princess.”
Your mind spun — Joshua’s betrayal replaying in your head like a cruel echo. How Joshua never gave you any pleasure. You glanced at Cook, really looked at him. Somehow, you’d never noticed how dangerously attractive he was. Rhiannon’s words whispered in your mind: “Can I count on you to do the same?”
Before logic could catch up, you drained the rest of your drink and leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“Well,” you murmured, “lead the way.”
Cook froze, brows lifting, an amused smirk spreading across his face. “Didn’t think you’d actually say yes.”
“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out already, Cook.” You traced a finger down his bare torso, lips forming a soft pout.
That snapped him out of it. With a low laugh, he caught your hand and tugged you up the stairs. He moved fast—too fast—and when you glanced back for witnesses, he yanked you inside, shut the door, and locked it with a click.
Then his hands were on your face, his lips everywhere—greedy, insistent.
“Calm down,” kiss “Cook,” kiss “I’m n-not goin’ anywhere.” kiss.
Cook wasn’t calming down — not with you standing there, looking like that. The hunger in his eyes was too sharp, too greedy.
“You talk too much,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. Then he caught your mouth in a kiss that silenced everything — impatient, consuming.
In one swift motion, Cook lifted you onto the counter, his grip sure, his presence overwhelming. His lips trailed up your neck, slow and deliberate, drawing a quiet sound from you that made him smirk.
“You’ve been good for me,” he said, his tone a dangerous promise. “Maybe it’s time I return the favor.”
You hesitated, uncertain what he meant, but his gaze told you enough — that he’d already made up his mind. The air between you thickened, heavy with anticipation.
Cook then sank to his knees and lifted your skirt making it bunch around your hips. He pressed a finger to your clothed clit and let out a guttural groan as if someone punched him.
“Bet your lad doesn’t get you this soaked, yeah?” He pulled your panties down until they were hanging around your ankles.
You swallowed hard, words catching in your throat.
“Say it,” he coaxed, while his face inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most.
“N-no,” you managed.
He chuckled, the sound dark and self-satisfied. “That’s alright, sweetheart. Guess I’ll just have to show you what you’ve been missing.”
Cook didn’t waste another second—he dove in, his tongue greedy and deliberate, tracing slow, dizzying circles around your clit until you whimpered, your hips twitching toward his mouth.
“S-shit!” you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth before anyone could hear.
Cook looked up at you through his lashes, smirking against your skin. He didn’t break eye contact, not even when he slid two fingers into your slick heat, curling them just right as his tongue kept working you over.
You couldn’t even remember the last time someone had gone down on you—certainly not Joshua.
“Oh my g—Cook…” Your voice cracked as your hips jerked up to meet his mouth, thighs trembling around his head.
He groaned low in his throat, savoring the taste of you. “Fuck, you’re soaked, princess,” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “Could drown in this if you let me.”
When he added another finger, you yelped, back arching.
“That’s it, love,” he teased, his tone a mix of praise and possession. “You’re doin’ so good for me. Taste so fuckin’ sweet.”
The stimulation—and his words—sent heat curling through your stomach. One hand clawed at the cold counter, the other clutching his shoulder as he pushed you higher.
“Y’so pretty like this,” Cook breathed against you, tongue flicking your clit in hard, rhythmic strokes as his fingers drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.
You bit down hard on your bottom lip as that rare, hot pressure built in your stomach—then burst, spilling out against Cook’s lips. He groaned, drinking you in like he’d been starving for it.
“Mhm… C-Cook…” you stammered weakly, breathless.
Cook rose from his knees, his hands sliding up to grip your hips possessively before he kissed you, deep and messy, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue.
He pulled back just enough to smirk. “Your turn now, princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. You didn’t have to look far to see what he meant—his cock was straining against his shorts, begging for attention.
You smiled, eyes dark with mischief, and palmed him through the fabric. “What do you need, Cook?” you purred.
He hissed at the contact, then suddenly yanked you off the counter and bent you forward, pressing your stomach flat against the cool surface. In the mirror, you caught your own reflection—flushed, hair wild, lips swollen—and behind you, Cook lowering his shorts and boxers, his cock heavy in his hand as he stroked himself leisurely.
“Take your top off,” he drawled, eyes dragging up your body. “Wanna see you—properly this time.” It wasn’t really a request. You nodded quickly, stripping off your top and bra, your chest rising and falling fast.
Cook leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “M’gonna give you everything that bloke never could,” he whispered, and before you could answer, he slid into you in one deep, ruthless thrust.
“F-fuck, Cook!” you cried out as his grip tightened—one hand locking around your hip, the other curling around your throat, forcing you to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“He doesn’t deserve this,” Cook growled, driving deeper, his breath ragged. “Doesn’t deserve you.”
He started to move faster, his thrusts growing deliberate and punishing, each one making you whimper louder.
“Christ, you squeeze my cock so good, princess,” he groaned, eyes burning into yours through the mirror. “Feels like you were made for me.”
His pace quickened, hips snapping against you in a perfect rhythm that made your vision blur, the pleasure threatening to drown you all over again.
His hands left your hips to find your breasts, gripping the soft weight with a possessive, hungry need. His thumbs circled your nipples, the friction causing them to immediately harden into tight pebbles under his touch.
“Look at ya, so fuckin’ pretty,” Cook rasped, his breath hot against your ear. His relentless pace never slowed, driving you up against the cool counter edge.
You could only manage a choked, breathless moan, every coherent thought dissolving into a haze of white-hot sensation. You could only feel him and the counter pressing into your skin.
As you began to reach your climax, Cook’s strokes started to slow. You whimpered in protest, trying to push back into him, but he just leaned down, his voice a low, wicked murmur.
Cook slowed just enough to make you squirm, his breath brushing your ear. “How ‘bout we take a picture,” he murmured, voice low and taunting, “send it to your lad?”
You blinked, breath hitching. “W-what?”
He chuckled darkly. “C’mon, sweetheart. Wouldn’t it be fun?” His eyes met yours in the mirror, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips. “Let him see what he’s missin’.”
A dizzying, forbidden rush flooded your senses. The idea was a thrill you hated to admit you wanted. Before you could even form a protest, he slid a finger down, finding your clit, and began to circle it with agonizing precision.
“I think you like that idea.” He heaved as you began to get even wetter against him.
“H-mmph—shit, fine. Do it!” you blurted, desperation overriding every other instinct.
A winning look flashed in his eyes. He immediately snatched your phone, fumbled through the camera app, and, without breaking his rhythm with his hand, captured the moment: you, bent over the counter, your expression twisted into ruined pleasure, his shadow dominating yours. He swiped to your messages. Joshua. Sent.
“H-he’s gonna be so mad,” you said through a breathless laugh.
“Don’t care,” Cook shrugged, completely unbothered, tossing the phone aside. He pulled out with a loud schlick—a sensation that made you cry out—and roughly spun you around. You were slumped against the counter, and he swiftly lifted you, spreading your legs open to settle you onto his cock again.
The new position stretched you even deeper, filling you completely. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the bathroom wall as he began to bully your clit again with his thumb, pressing and circling with rough intensity.
“S-shit! Cook! I’m gonna… gonna…” you howled, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Give it to me, babe. All of it. Don't you dare stop now,” he commanded, his voice a low growl in your ear, pushing you over the edge.
Your chest heaved as you broke into ragged sobs, the desperate, pathetic sounds of you losing control, and you shattered, climaxing hard and uncontrollably around his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he slurred, with a winning smirk, following your release with a final, shuddering pump that drove him deep before he too came, spilling his heat into you.
He finally pulled out, and you whined at the sudden, empty feeling. Cook rested his heavy head on your shoulder, both of you breathing like you’d run a marathon, the chaotic heat of the moment finally settling into a shared, ragged exhaustion.
Cook grabbed some tissue paper, dampened it, and gently cleaned you up before you both redressed. Just as you were about to step back out into the party, he caught your arm, pulling you back. Without a word, he drew you into an embrace and kissed you again. You melted into it, returning the kiss deeply.
“Can you send me that picture?” Cook asked, his tone suddenly soft.
You rolled your eyes with a teasing smile. “What’s your number?”
He took your phone and entered it himself.
“Call me the second you dump your lad,” Cook said with a smirk. “’Cause we’re doin’ this again.”
“Will do,” you replied, giving him one last quick kiss before slipping out of the bathroom in search of Rhiannon.
You found her downstairs, perched comfortably on Daniel’s lap.
“You ready to go?” she asked, grinning.
“Yup, let’s go.”
The moment you stepped out into the street, Rhiannon turned to you with a mischievous glint. “Why was Joshua calling me hysterically? He said there’s a picture of you and Cook in the bathroom. Care to explain?” She giggled.
You facepalmed, then started laughing, suddenly remembering the picture Cook had sent. “I’ll explain in the car,” you said, still chuckling.
“I knew we were both gettin’ shagged!” Rhiannon shouted into the night air, her laughter echoing down the street.
a/n: soso sorry this took forever 😭 I literally had zero motivation to write. and I know I said I was posting my lion fic (which is almost done) but this idea came to me in a dream so yk I had to write it. thank you guys for the support it means so much to me, with that being said I hope you guys enjoy this one!!!!
⋆ 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕
🍦combo ⋆˚ james cook x reader
toppings ⋆˚࿔ sprinkles .ᐟ caramel drizzle
cook m.list !
Nutritional label : faceriding. just that Calories 1.1 k notice .ᐟ extended this blurb just for y’all Content Warning : 18+ mdni, aged-up cook/season7, oral (f!receiving), faceriding, overstimulation, messy messy eating, dirty talk, whining
meant it
james cook x reader
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summary: you find yourself on your knees for james cook, who you despise, during a halloween party.
warnings: enemies to lovers, blow job, gagging, hate sex, pet names, costumes, drinking, quickie, dirty talk, small aftercare, messy hookup, hair holding , kinda voyeur, drunk mistakes tsk tsk
word count: 1.3k
a/n: no halloween party invites..but it’s ok cus y/n’s at one..🥹
meant it
james cook x reader
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summary: you find yourself on your knees for james cook, who you despise, during a halloween party.
warnings: enemies to lovers, blow job, gagging, hate sex, pet names, costumes, drinking, quickie, dirty talk, small aftercare, messy hookup, hair holding , kinda voyeur, drunk mistakes tsk tsk
word count: 1.3k
a/n: no halloween party invites..but it’s ok cus y/n’s at one..🥹
Study for yearlies or read more Jack O’Connell fics..
Decisions decisions
+ listening to feng
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4. period sex w/ remmick
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Warnings: spit, blood, oral, p in v, cum, praise
A/N: let’s pretend it’s oct 4th— rlly quick fic btw
You were completely at his mercy like this. Legs spread, head back with hair sticking to the sweat on your neck. Blood trickled down your folds to your sensitive hole. He struck one long stripe up your cunt, making your toes curl.
You were extra sensitive. He put his thumb on your clit, rubbing it around as he stuck his tongue inside you, lapping at the blood mixed with spit.
“Ya taste so fucken sweet, you know that darlin’?”
His favorite time was when you were on your period. A way to taste you without hurting you. The blood also worked as a perfect lubricant. He stood up, spitting on his cock, the spit red tinted. He lifts you effortlessly by the hips, setting you up on the cold wood table. He exercised his cock before sliding it up and down your folds, dipping the tip into your hole before sliding it all the way in.
You gasp as his cock disappears halfway inside you, stretching you amazingly. He slowly hits your cervix, lifting your right leg and holding it against his hip before he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in. His cock is tinted red when he takes it out, coated with spit, blood and pre-cum. He continues slamming his cock into you, holding your jaw straight to look at him.
“Anytime. Anywhere. Your pussy is mine.” You continue to moan, cock drunk as you bare your teeth in discomfort turning to pleasure.
“Whose is it?” He says, the slapping of his hips against you surrounding you.
“Y-” He hits your good spot, trifling a moan. “Yours.” You mumble out, to which he smiles.
“Say my name, baby.”
“Remmick.”
He shoots his load inside of you, mixing with the blood as he pulls out after pushing it further to your cervix. You felt empty as you felt the red dyed cum deep out. He scoops some with his finger, pointing towards you.
“Have some,”
kinktober
3. vampire w/ seo moon-jo
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Warnings: blood, vampire, smut, praise
A/N: yall I havent written day 4 yet
Your legs wrap around his hip as he inches closer, his hand wrapped around your jawline and his thumb pressing your chin upwards.
He gives your neck a lick before he sinks his teeth in, letting a few drops slide past your collarbone before sucking.
Your back arches as your hands fall onto his head, kneading through his hair as his head moves forward in backwards.
He continues sucking, rubbing your cheek with his left hand to calm you down. He keeps your head steady as he knows it’s almost time to stop. He lets his tongue go astray, licking your neck while sucking your blood as his hand reaches down. His fingers caress your heat as your toes curl, your eyes slightly going cross eyed.
“Good girl,”
He says as he pulls apart, kissing you on the earlobe, and facing you,almost in a drunk state, towards him. You couldn’t be any more perfect.
kinktober
2. Stress Relief w/ thomas Shelby
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Warnings: dub-con, p in v, free use
A/N: a bit short sorry
Taglist @kinkyniragi @bellaciao0 @happikatt @kittygirl634 @ch1hvro @danysstarling
You stood in the kitchen, your knife clattering onto the table as your bent down over the chopped carrots. Skin clapping echoes throughout the room as he tightly wraps his fingers around your hips, surely bruising them. He slowly pulls away before pounding into you, eliciting loud moans from you. Your hands reach back in an attempt to stop him, or atleast prepare yourself.
He lifts your dresss higher and uses his hand to press over your mouth, focusing on rutting into you like an animal in heat.
“Tom. Please slow dow-“
His fingers enter your mouth as he whispers, his back arched as he hunches over you, “shhh..just be a good wife.”
You clench your teeth together as his thrusts get more rapid, hitting your core harder with each thrust. He arches you backwards, his hand around your neck as he pulls you toward him.
“Fuck. So tight.”
You feel him coming close as he drops you back down, resting his head back as his hot load paints your inner walls. He keeps fucking his cum into you, slowly coming to a stop before he grabs a paper towel, wipes himself and walks off.
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1. Gun play w/ Raymond Leon
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Summary: Interrogation with Raymond Leon
Warnings: Gun play, oral (m receiving), degradation, non-con
A/n: not edited at all omg sorry
“Listen. I deal with these cases all the time.” He pauses, staring you up and down before continuing, “Whore stealing time from dirty old men.”
He cocks his gun, pointing it at your forehead as you flinch in your chair, your shoulders aching from the restraints from the handcuffs.
“Pl-“ he cuts you off, his gun landing right onto your plush lips. The cold barrel signals blood to rush to your mouth, turning them into a pinkish red.
“Let’s see what that mouth can do, huh?” He says as he gently nudges your lips with the barrel of his gun.
“I didn’t kill him!” You plead, your eyes rimming with tears as your eyes make contact with Raymond and the eye of his gun.
“A liar and a whore. How sad.” He looks you up and down.
“Your parents know what you do at night?” He says, grabbing her jaw roughly.
“Are they even around?” He smirks.
“Open.” He growls. His eyes softening ever so slightly as your mouth inches towards his gun, your furious eyes staying on him.
“Cmon, stick your tongue out.”
You had done disgusting things, but this felt by far the worst. You held out, sticking your tongue and letting the cold gun touch it, your tongue dancing around it unknowingly.
He smiles, but he doesn’t offer the type that provides comfort, more unease.
As you wrap your lips around it, he takes advantage, slowly shoving it further down until you’re gagging quietly.
He withdraws the gun, admiring the lingering of spit on it. He wipes it off on his legs before he bends down, smiling as he holds his hand onto your hair, patting it a few times.
“Good girl.” His fingers intertwine into your hair before he grabs it, holding full control of your movement.
He stands up as he holds your hair with one hand, whilst unzipping his pants. He rubs his hard on through his boxers before letting it spring out.
He takes a hold of it and nudges it to your cheek. Your lips tighten as you move your head away from it, to which he groans.
He drags his tip along your plush lips as he speaks, “Are you going to open up or do I have to f b orce you?”.
No response.
He grabs his gun again and let’s go of your hair, instead holding the gun on your temple. What he was expecting of you was normalised in your line of work, but it felt wrong.
You grabbed his length between your hands as you stroked it up and down.
“If I wanted a hand job, I’d do it myself.” He snarkily says, giving you a hint to get a move on.
You spit on it, your hands shaking because of the gun against your head, giving you a blaring headache in that spot.
Your hands work the spit around before you lick the tip, his head resting back.
“If I feel any teeth, I’ll blow your fucking head up.”
After a few licks around you suck the tip, hearing his groans as a sign you’re doing it right before you sink lower. You hollow your cheeks, sucking in and out on his dick as you inhale through your nose. He slowly loses patience with your pace, wrapping his hand through your hair and pushing you further down with each stroke. Within a few seconds, you’re being held down, your face shoved into his skin a s he restricts your breathing. Spit slides down your chin, dropping onto his shoe as his dick slides aggressively down your throat, burning your tongue. Your eyes shut as he twitches and groans, seconds before his sticky load shoots out into your mouth before he lets you shoot up and catch your breath. You would spit, but the way he was acting you could assume his reaction.
“Open.” He says, watching as you stuck your tongue out. He smirks to the sight of no cum left.
“Can I leave now?” You innocently say, your eyes red.
“What you think one blow would erase the charges on you?”
He laughs, “I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re not that stupid. Does good dick normally make you this dumb?”
You stay silent as he grabs you by the throat. He kisses you roughly, his hands exploring your body as he kneels down to your level.
“On your back.” He says sternly, you hesitate a second before you lean back.
He uses his gun to spread your legs open, getting immediate access due to your clothing choice. A mini dress.
He rides your dress up to your hips before he presses his calloused thumb onto your panties. He swipes it down before he rips your panties open. He gives you a few circles on your clit before he replaces his finger with his gun, the cold making you shiver and your knees to close, but his hands restrain them. He continues to circle the gun on you as you moan, both enjoying and hating it at the same time. He lifts the gun up to check that you’re wet enough before he slides it up and down.
“Look at you. So fucking wet.”
He lets the gun enter your hole as you squeal. He pushes it in further, watching as the gun disappears inside of you. He forms a rhythm, shoving it in and out in a fast pace. “You’re disgusting. Y’know?” Your back arches as he gets quicker, forcing the gun since you till it reaches the trigger.
He takes the gun out and points it on you, quickly turning your pleasure to fear. “I asked you a question.”
You scramble as you answer. “Yes. Yes”
He smiles before he forces the gun back inside you, not moving it. He watches as you find your own movement. Holding yourself up with one hand as you touch yourself with the other, your hips moving onto the gun and sinking it further and outwards.
“Don’t touch yourself. Fuck yourself on my gun.” He swats your hand away, watching as your pace quickens and your toes curl.
You moan loudly as you cum. Your knees coming together and pushing the gun in further as you come down from your orgasm. He takes his gun out and wipes your slick onto his coat.
“Don’t let me catch you again.”
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oh my gourd I loved your Will and Hannibal story pleaseeeee make another it was so perfect ! is it too early to suggest a spooky/smutty one ? 👻🎃
thank uuuu!!! I rlly needed this motivation but omg that’s like my personal fav fic!! No it’s not too early but unfortunately I’m cramming fics for Kinktober!!! I have some will nd Hannibal fics in there so it might pique ur interest.
Hihi coukd u do day 12 for seo moonjo? your writing is so good and he barely has any good fics 🙏 u dont have to go thru this request if u already chosen another!! tysm tho!
hihiiii!!! Thank you smmmmmm. Feel like Seo moon jo doesnt fit with day 12 so I added another one for him!! Requests like these means a lot 🥹 I’ll make day 12 for u if u rlly want it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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