I got a freaky Titus request 🥺
Titus and reader are married and everyone is so confused as to why. They are constantly fighting, making passive aggressive (and aggressive aggressive) comments to each other all the time. It’s clear both already have a plan on how to end the other and some times put each other into dangerous situations on purpose.
But anyone who has spend a night in their house knows that the two fuck like rabbits in heat. They can’t keep their hands off each other. They thrive off the toxic dynamic and their hatred for each other gets them so horny.
Tee hee
took a break from b.o.b. to do this bcs it's been in my brain for a while!
banger idea btw. i had a lot of fun exploring this dynamic! sorry it took so long to get to! i got a little carried away with this one lol. i even have a part 2 in mind dare i say
toxic foreplay
titus danforth x f!reader
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Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: hate fucking, age gap mentioned but no ages are stated, reader and titus are both little shits, bullying as foreplay, titus gets hard when you call him names, SMUT (18+), prone bone in a headlock because i need that to happen to me actually.
It was like a game. Trying to see how hard you could push before the other caved. It had been subtle when you first got married several years ago. A snide comment here, a little trip there. Truly, you were like children on the playground who believed bullying was the best way to claim you liked each other. But that was the thing- did you even like each other? It was a marriage of convenience, arranged by your families. He was so much older than you. And while you were sure Titus didn’t mind having a hot young thing on his arm, you had foolishly believed you would eventually marry for love. And what you felt for Titus Danforth was decidedly not love. Sure, he was hot. Like annoyingly so. And when you saw him for the first time waiting for you at the altar, you had thought that, maybe, being married to him wouldn’t be so bad. But then he opened his mouth, and you realized why he needed an arranged marriage instead of finding someone himself. He was insufferable and no woman in their right mind would willingly marry this man. Unfortunately for you, your grandmother and the matriarch of your family, was also not in her right mind and decided that, sure, you could give the Danforths an heir. You quickly realized that Titus didn’t even want a wife. He just wanted the high seat and to fulfil his duty to carry on the legacy. You overheard him one night saying that once that was complete, you wouldn’t be useful anymore and he’d probably dump you in the pit. So as your marriage went on, you decided to make it known that you hated him as much as he hated you. You didn’t remember who threw the first metaphorical punch. It might’ve been when he scoffed at your attempt to make conversation with his high society ‘friends’ (you truly had a hard time believing anyone liked Titus enough to be a real friend) and he told you “they’re not interested in what you have to say, sweetie. Let the grown ups talk.” It might have been when you embarrassed Titus in front of Chester when he asked why there were no kids yet and you had not-so-subtly alluded to the fact that Titus had…issues performing. It didn’t matter who started it, because you both played into it. And as time passed, you realized that maybe this was your way of showing you cared for each other. After all, if Titus didn’t want you, he could just kill you. And if you wanted him dead, your grandmother had taught you how to mix discreet poisons. So maybe there was something there. But it didn’t stop either of you from playing your games.
It came to a head one night, an argument in your bedroom after Titus purposefully “accidentally” cancelled the catering arrangements for your boardmember’s lunch. Nothing that would ever truly ruin the event, the Danforths had a reputation to uphold afterall, but a little nuisance that left you scrambling at the last minute. At least he had the decency to rebook a different company. It was the last straw that broke you and you exploded, screaming at him, calling him every name in the book. And he sat on the foot of your bed, just smiling up at you.
“You’re so dramatic.” Titus scoffed, running a hand over his stubbled jaw.
“Yea?” You barked. “Well, you better get used to it. Because I'm the only one who could ever love a monster like you!” The words left your mouth without thinking. His smile dropped and his jaw clenched, eyes darkened and his nose twitched up. He rose to his feet and crowded you. You tried to take a step back, but Titus planted his hands firmly on your shoulders to hold you in place.
“Monster, huh?” He rumbled, voice deep and quiet. Confusion shot through your brain. You had just said you loved him and that’s what he was focused on? Titus looked down at you from over his nose. You swallowed and steeled yourself, nodding in confirmation. “Say it again.” Your brows furrowed and you tilted your head. But when he pressed his hips into yours, you understood immediately. Titus was rock-hard, pulsing beneath his silk pajama pants. He hadn’t gotten hard in a long time. You hadn’t had sex since your wedding night and it was a fine experience, but this was something different. That had just been a consummation, something that was necessary. But now, Titus looked at you with want and his dick was begging to be inside you. His expression flashed, only for a moment, to something more vulnerable, something more pleading, even a bit unsure. And when a small smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth, his gaze hardened again, shoulders relaxing a bit with relief that you were willing to play along. You moved your face closer to his, breath fanning over his lips.
“You’re a monster, Titus. A fucked up freak.” You spat softly. His eyes closed and he shivered, hands drifting down your body before digging into your hips. “You’re lucky I’m still here. You’re pathetic. As if I would ever give you the time of day in any other situation.” He swallowed hard, throat bobbing and lips twitching. He let out a deep breath and you brushed your nose against his. You couldn’t deny the swirling of arousal in your own stomach. You had never felt confident enough to say those things to him without fear of repercussions. But now that you knew he liked it? What an interesting development. Your fingers brushed his chest and his breathing quickened as you slipped them down his stomach. You played with the strings on his pants and saw his cock jump beneath the fabric, desperately calling out for your attention. Your palm spread over the outline of his bulge and the man everyone was terrified of whimpered at the contact. He gasped when you squeezed him, a puff of mint toothpaste-tinged air landing right on your lips. You leaned in, brushing your mouth over his and biting slightly at his lip. Titus closed the gap, crashing his lips onto yours. It wasn’t a particularly good kiss, his lips didn’t move and he just pressed his mouth into yours. So you took the lead. You poked your tongue at his lips and he seemed to get the message. He tentatively opened for you. You curled your fingers behind the waistband of his pants, sighing into his mouth when your knuckles brushed against his warm skin and trail of hair. You pulled him closer to you, but removed your lips from his. Titus opened his eyes and looked at you, pupils blown and lips bitten red. “Bet you don’t even know how to fuck a woman properly.” You whispered to him. Titus threw you on the bed on your stomach. You moved to roll yourself over, but Titus dragged you back by your ankles.
“Stay down,” He growled. His palms cupped your ass and bunched up your silk nightgown, just enough that your bare pussy was on display for him. He shoved down his pants and crawled on top of you, pulling up his shirt around his hips so it wouldn't get in the way. Titus positioned himself so that his thighs were outside yours and he bent over your back. He slithered one of his arms underneath your neck, putting you in a headlock between his freckled bicep and his forearm. Your fingers gripped his arm and a triumphant smile curled your lips. If he strangled you right then and there, you wouldn’t really complain. Titus was breathing heavily above you, stomach resting perfectly in the curve of your back while he positioned his cock at your entrance. He dragged the tip through your folds and chuckled darkly when the sounds of your arousal filled the air. “So wet,” Titus breathed against your ear “All this from bitching at me?” You moaned in response and gasped when he pushed into you. He didn’t give you time to adjust before he started pounding into you, quick and hard thrusts that hit all the way to your cervix. Each of Titus’ panting breaths ended in a low groan. He reached around your hip and began circling your clit, violently building your orgasm. Your moans were loud and unabashed, and you knew you'd be getting looks from the staff in the morning. He muttered filthy things in your ear as he fucked you into the mattress, until you came together and he filled your cunt to the brim.
