okie >:)
warnings: kidnapping, attempted murder (but they're both into it), noncon/dubcon, smut.
after this first riveting incident, you discover that the only time kidnapper!ghost doesn't mind you trying to end his life is when he's actively getting his cock wet.
"going to be the fucking death of me, lovie."
"is that a promise?" you asked this while you're riding him him.
he was surprised when you put your hands around his neck and squeezed as tightly as you could. he didn't try to push you off of him, no. in fact, he welcomed death with open arms. you were surprised when his hands tightened on your hips and slammed you faster and harder on his cock.
you weren't expecting him to be a willing participant in his own demise. you weren't expecting that he'd be so turned on by you trying to kill him in this manner. and you hated that it made you so wet that your pussy started dripping slick all over his thighs.
the soft look he graced you with, so open and vulnerable, is not something he should be giving to someone who's trying to strangle him. it's like he just doesn't care what kind of attention he gets from you, so long as he gets it. like anything you do is an act of love in his eyes, regardless of how hateful you are towards him.
when you squeeze your hands tighter, his hips snap up to meet yours, knocking the wind out of you. he's so far gone that his eyes roll back and his head tips against the couch, a tight groan escaping the throat you're trying to choke between your fingers. you feel his restrained breaths under your palms as a searing blush blooms from his face all the way down to his chest.
you try to keep strangling him, but his cock hitting against your sweet spot had you losing focus. the grip you had loosened and he takes in a deep breath before he really starts to wreck your shit. the thread snaps and you're both crashing to the end with your pussy convulsing and his cock painting your insides white with hot cum.
both of you sat on the couch heaving in deep breaths. your head lays on the crook of his sweaty neck while he rubs your back. his skin is bruised. hand prints already forming from where you just tried to kill him out of pure spite.
"can't wait for your next murder attempt, sweetheart."
he laughs when you slapped him across the cheek because you only succeeded in getting him rock hard again.
I get so little hate mail anymore I honestly almost get excited when I see it. Wish this person put a little more effort into it though, kinda ruins the magic of the rarity. It's like finding a foil pokémon card and it's just energy.
This isn’t in anyway to rush/pressure you, it’s more so because I know people lose interest. But are you still working on Quiet Coyote? I love all your fics, Rusty is def underrated
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ohh believe me, i still have so much more i want to do with our little friend coyote!
and thank you, it's honestly a joy to hear there's interest in the work i've shared whenever people get the chance. while i always write for myself first and foremost, kind words and feedback make me stupid happy... so thank you again!!
fluctuating interests definitely is a factor, but i have done a reread of both my long projects in the past week and started the process of writing the next installments (for both YOP and QC). my longforms are very mapped out in advance when it comes to chapter planning despite the meat of updating being so far and few in between at times.
can't stay away from thoughts about my faves for long, though. especially the ones with little to no content for them that i gotta make myself such as the mr. nail in question 🤭🥺
okay i saw you reblogged a post about matty squaring up to ross, ross pushing him, and matty going flying and i’m sorry but i need to see this 😭😭 where can i find it 💀
