dark ex!husband charles OOOOO someone hold me down yo
WAIT YOU'RE COOKING
bon's dark thoughts (18+)
stop why would you send me this? hello??? i could imagine the way he was pleading to you, tears streaming down his face as he begged you not to leave him! he was willing to spend time with you, willing to do anything for you and then you - the cruel heartless bitch that you were - still left! ugh, how could you?
you thought leaving to a different city would've helped you restart your life but instead, you found yourself feeling uneasy. you could've sworn when you were shopping the other day that you saw that familiar tuft of hair behind the aisle. or when you noticed a ring on your doorstep that was very similar to the one you've seen on charles' finger all the time.
it started to increase only as the days passed - frantic letters proclaiming his love for you, all your favorite flowers and snacks. and it only pissed you off more because only one person knew about these things - charles fucking leclerc, your ex-husband. maybe you were going overboard with these things, but you personally made it your mission to make a specific show of destroying everything he was offering you. you even changed your phone number and that bastard STILL managed to leave his countless voicemails,
"ma belle, i know you miss me!" he'd coo over the phone as if nothing had happened, as if you hadn't left him for good and in your past.
one night, you had gone out with your friends to the club, deciding to let yourself go for the time being, dancing with some men you had just met. if only you knew what you had just done, the absolute rage charles felt seeing his lovely girl trying to move on past him. he broke into your house later, waiting for you like a wolf about to pounce on his prey.
no sooner did you arrive back home with a yawn, lazily slipping your heels off, he crawled out of the shadows and tackled you to the floor. he didn't even give you the courtesy and comfort of a bed, his fury knowing no bounds as his hand wrapped around your throat, his face inches from yours.
"putain de salope," he snarled, the cold rings on his fingers pressing insistently against your racing pulse, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air, "how dare you...? how dare you try to move on from me, after all the times i've spent trying win you back. does your dumb fucking brain not understand? no, no you're just a little slut aren't you? ma petite salope, you're going to regret ever fucking with me..."
he tore at your clothes, ignoring your screams. he flipped you onto your stomach, your face pressed against the floor. his free hand delivered harsh smacks against your ass, watching the flesh jiggle. he grabbed a handful, squeezing roughly as he ground his clothed crotch against the cleft of your ass.
"oh, fuck," he whispered, closing his eyes. he leaned down, trailing his lips against the back of your neck as you continued to squirm, "oh, mon ange, i forgot how good you used to feel... how... how perfect you are."
his teeth brushed against your flesh, almost a low warning as his hand traveled down your spine before delivering another harsh smack against your ass. he watched your flesh redden, bruising against his assault. he licked his fingers, wrapping his arm around your waist to circle your clit, massaging the bud until he deemed you were aroused enough. your body betrayed your protests, your cries falling on deaf ears as he began to undo his belt.
the room was flooded with the sound of his hips snapping against yours, his fingers digging into your mouth as his rings clashed against your teeth, silencing your pathetic noises.
"you're going to be mine," he snarled, "you're not going to leave me, not until i'm sure your belly is filled with my cum." he groaned, head falling forward as he pressed a firm kiss to your back, nipping at your skin, "going to fuck you so good, mon ange, going to make sure you have my kids... that's all you wanted, no? you wanted a family, we'll have a family now. going to fill you up again and again, my cum will be in you for days, now."
needless to say, he wasn't your ex husband anymore after this...
i’m back again. hear me out. dark!race engineer charles.
you are getting a permanent spot in my campsite
dunno if i can make this a long bon thought (im in the middle of studying a bit for my test coming up) but imagine having the gall to snap back at him on the radio? being a snarky little brat, throwing him under the bus, maybe you even said something about how incompetent he was in a post-race interview.
so now you're face down, ass up in your own room after dark!race engineer charles barged in unannounced, his cock nestled deep in your ass. there's a hand clamped over your mouth to "shut that slutty little mouth" while he drives his dick deep inside your guts, hissing over your ear,
"just because you can't follow orders," he growls in your ear, "doesn't mean you can blame me for this, salope. putain, your ass is so tight."
he has to moan lowly, having always dreamt about this moment, wanting to put you in your place for so long. let's just say that from this very moment there's a strict set of rules you have to follow. no more back talk, no more sassy comments over the radio and overnight you've managed to turn into a goody two shoes that does whatever he asks, it'd be real funny if everyone else sort of figured out what happened.
