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Warnings: Fingering, Exhibitionism, Inappropriate Use Of 'Good Girl', Croc tells you what to do, smoking (obvi)
A/N: Watched the second season of the live action, spat this out the day after. Don't let the timeline fool you i've been proof reading this whole time teehee
Working for the leader of an organization thatās motto was basically mystery to the extreme had itās downsides.
You were thousands of miles away from your family and couldnt call or write home and even if you could you would no doubt be restricted from saying anything about your work or anything even closely related to it. Your ācoworkersā if you could even call them that were obnoxious at best and murderous at their worst. One wrong move had them suspecting the worse and puffing their feathers like a bird in danger and they came to your meeting room on the daily with guns in their boots and knives in their belts.
You were no stranger to danger in this line of work.
But the pros certainly were there as well, you couldnāt deny.
While you couldnāt talk to your family they still received a portion of your pay every month, enough berries that they could live comfortably while barely making a dent in the berries left for yourself. You never had to worry about housing or food or living expenses, the company took care of it all to keep the discretion. And you figured spending every day getting to stand next to and ogling at Sir Crocodile himself was a pretty big pro for this job.
He was dangerous, you knew that from the first moment you had been escorted to his office and given your job description. His eyes had not a spark, but a shine to them, like you had caught the light on a dagger. He was lethal to the worst of them. But this was his business, where the danger hid behind words to clients and waited until they were in back alleys to show itself. In this one room, he was a business man above all else.
Thatās what you saw everyday as his secretary, this cut throat business man dealing with sixty issues a day and resolving them all with the flick of a pen across paper.
It was no wonder he smoked so much, the stress must have been insane and yet he handled it well and the smell of the smoke had long since stopped burning in your nose. You were used to it by now as well as who you expected to see in a day.
You had the routine down after a year of working here; He arrived precisely on time, like always, never taking any meetings in the morning except for Miss All Sunday who would waltz in to keep him informed on the millions blunders in the night. He would have lunch delivered to his office from the casino kitchen upstairs and then open his doors to his associates sniveling for more power and time and the balding bufoons of the casino who had endless trivial matters for him to sign on. At two oāclock, Mr One would appear to have words about the numbered associates and at two fifteen you would be delivered the mound of paperwork that you would have to sort through, get signed, and then delivered back to whoever needed it by the end of the day.
The watch on your wrist said 8:46 pm. You still had a stack of papers in your arms and while it was noticeably less heavy than when you had started running around hours ago, it was heavier than any normal day would have been. Something must have been in the air today, it seemed everybody in this damned casino had something that needed to be looked at.
You sighed at the time, figuring you would be here at least another hour for these papers. Your feet had been killing you for the past hour, heels clicking condescendingly on the polished floors. These new heels were murder on your feet but they had been so graciously gifted to you after their previous owner.. Left them here (You were confident that the owner had not left the shoes nor even left the building alive but you pushed that down as you would never turn away a pair of free shoes) and youād never admit it but hearing Crocodile himself tell you to wear the shoes had sent a jolt deep down inside of you, something hot that landed just underneath your stomach.
You tried to clear those thoughts away as you approached the doors to his office, balancing the papers in one hand and knocking only once before entering. This was practically your office too with how much time you spent in it now a days.
As usual, Crocodile sat behind his desk, cast in shadows save the lamp on his desk and the light from his cigar. He had been in meetings all day, his coat was still draped over his shoulders and he lounged with his fingers pressed against his temple, looking for some kind of relief from the idiots he no doubt had to talk to today. You barely registered Miss All Sunday by his desk in her own āsunday bestā, you instead found yourself focusing on the strand of his hair that had fallen in front of his face, the way that the smoke from his cigar billowed around his features.
You watched him slowly fix his gaze on you through hooded eyes, that shine of something oh so dangerous finding purchase on your figure. He dismissed his right hand associate with a simple flick, closing his eyes once more. You could see even from the doorway the vein that seemed to throb against his temple.
Miss All Sunday took her leave leisurely, her boots making dull thuds against the floor. You pulled a file from within your stack before she could pass, handing it off to her with little flourish.
āYour file for your next.. Mission,ā You tried not to let your voice betray you, although after all this time she was still the one person you couldnāt fool. Maybe it was the way she looked at you, with those eyes of hers, like even she couldnāt tell whether she wanted to eat you alive or not.
āThank you, (Y/N)~ā She floated past you with a smile and for a brief moment you felt like a mouse caught in the grasp of a viper. She floated past you before the feeling could truly take hold, leaving only you and Crocodile alone after the door thudded close.
You didnāt waste time standing about, you were sure you wanted to get back to your quarters just as much as he did and that meant getting these papers sorted out as quick as possible.Ā
Your heels seemed to echo infinitely more in the room as you approached his side. It seemed like he had melted into the chair from the stress of today, though even slouched his frame seemed imposing. He sat with his foot propped up on his knee, the top two buttons of his shirt open to the air. Your stomach did a flip.
You took a deep breath to compose yourself as you deposited your papers in front of him.
āThis section all needs signatures, itās just the continuation for the casino renovations on floor four and this is the lawyers paperwork for that debacle with the mote.ā He didnāt move yet, though he allowed his gaze to fall on the papers as you briefed him on each section. You felt a sting run up the nerve in your leg, your new shoes enacting revenge on your heels in mutiny.
You couldnāt help but lean against the side of his desk as you spoke, trying not to let on to how much your feet were aching. You watched his eyes flick to your hip first, then down to your shoes before they dragged up your body to meet your gaze. Your voice almost faltered at the look in his eyes. Almost.
āWhy donāt you have a seat,ā
His voice was more gravely than usual and it caught you off guard. There were no other seats in his office, unless he was talking about his desk or his own chair that he lounged in now. Both were quite preposterous ideas to you, a slight heat inflaming your cheeks at his words.
āOh-Sir, Iāll be fine, itās no problem,ā
Though you turned your attention back to the papers on the desk, desperately trying to remember what you had been explaining before, you could feel that his eyes never moved from your frame, he didnāt even seem to blink as he took a drag of his cigar languidly.
āWhat do you do when I tell you to get these papers signed..?ā
You stopped moving instantly, your brows furrowing ever so slightly.
āIā¦ I get them signed..?ā
āAnd what do you do when I tell you to bring me lunch?ā
āI bring you lunch..ā You gulped nervously at his questions, seeing where he was going. You hadnāt so much as misaligned a staple in your time here, he had never a reason to reprimand or question what you did for him until now apparently.
āSo what do you do when I tell you to sit?ā
The air in the room had gone suddenly still, you could feel only your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
ā.. I sitā
āGood girl,ā
He said it so casually, putting his cigar back in his mouth with something unreadable in his eyes and the hint of a smile on his lips. Inside it felt like you had been struck by lighting, a jolt running through your limbs and causing your heart to suddenly break out in a sprint.
You stood there for just a moment, a franticness rushing through you so much so that you had forgotten about the ache in your feet, all you could focus on instead was a sudden new ache between your legs. You couldnāt help but clench your legs together at the realization.
He was still watching you, waiting, but when you had decided his desk was the best course of action and hoisted yourself up to sit on the hardwood he still did not avert his gaze. You became suddenly aware of your choice of clothing today, wanting to match the heels you had picked a short tight pencil skirt and a blouse. It hadnāt seemed an issue with the clothing his associates liked to wear, but now you felt underdressed.
You crossed your legs fast, clearing your throat and feigning nonchalantness as you tried to continue, tried to keep some semblance of professionalism between you and your boss. Yes, he was your boss, you had to remember that. You had to remember that this was a Warlord of the Sea, one of the seven deadliest pirates in the world, he held your life in his hands.
āS-so, these just need to be looked over before tomorrow, the advertising manager has a meeting at 1:30 to go over these budgets-ā
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the faintest touch against your leg. His touch that you barely felt by how soft he was ghosting over your skin. But you felt the heat of it and then the chill as he brushed over miniscule hairs. He started just barely against your calf, raising up to brush past your knee. His voice pulled you out of your own thoughts.
āContinue,ā
You felt hot despite your chill, you wanted to move away out of fear that if you didnāt you would unwillingly move closer. Your mind was racing, thoughts too fast to decipher anything except for the feel of his fingers against your thigh.
āUm- I had these drafted up a-as an idea for the next fiscal yearā¦ along with the roadmaps for those,ā
His eyes bore into your own and that glimmer took on a look of satisfaction, you noted. Your breath faltered with every intake, a clash of your will to keep calm and your desire. He had leaned forward in his ministrations, cigar forgotten as his fingers seemed to catch the hem of your skirt. He was closer to you than he had ever been before, you could smell the smoke on his breath and the scent of his cologne.
Just like that, you felt his hand leave your thigh, out of the corner of your eye you watched him grab the pen sitting next to you before he leaned back in his chair. He was silent as he clicked the pen and started signing papers. You mirrored his silence, partially against your will as you were worried your voice would betray you again.
There was a knock at the door and you couldnt help but jump at the sound. You remembered yourself, the position you were in. Before you could slide off the desk, ready to excuse yourself for whatever important meeting he probably had, his hand grabbed at your waist. It was sudden and firm and for a moment the only thought that tumbled around in your head was just how big his hand was, the veins that criss crossed itās landscape now that you were looking at it up close..
āI didnāt say you could leave,ā
He watched you nod silently before dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his desk and admitting whoever was at the door. You stilled, listening to the door open and the soles of shoes against the floor. You watched Crocodiles demeanor darken, hardening as he watched one of the floor managers for his casino walk in. The man started talking, some useless drivel even to you. It was easy to drown out and even easier to ignore once Crocodileās hand found itself back on your waist.
Another chill shot down your body except this time there was nothing you could do. You were sure any noise from you would disrupt his meeting, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with his thumb rubbing soft circles right on your hip, almost mindlessly. His grip tightened for only a moment, sliding down to the flesh of your thighs again. This wasnāt the subtle touch that it was before, it was driving you crazy.
His hand moved slowly further, completely out of sight of the manager in front of him until his fingertips were back at the hem of your skirt.
āA-and sir, if I could just bring to your attention that the west floor staff have been asking for those extra days off that their end of year bonuses said,ā
His fingers brushed over the tender skin on your inner thighs and with no warning, pressed against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear. You jolted, a sound you could only describe as a squeak escaping you. You instantly felt heat in your cheeks, looking over to already see his eyes trained on you.
āKeep quiet,ā
It was barely a whisper, you didnāt even think that the manager groveling behind you heard it. You could only take a breath to steel yourself, watching his green eyes flick back towards the man in front of him.
You werenāt listening anymore, you couldnāt even fake trying to. His thumb moved in deliberate slow circles again, dragging the fabric across your skin. Beside you, he let out a slow breath, letting his index finger find the seam of your underwear and begin pulling it to the side.
You could feel the metal of his rings against your thighs, they were cold and you had to stop yourself from jumping at the feeling again. His finger traced around your hole with the same tenderness as his touch on your leg before, so light you would barely have realized he was there.
He twisted his hand to push your legs further apart, just enough so that in one fell swoop his index finger found purchase and slid inside of you.
Your eyes fluttered shut, a noiseless gasp dying in your throat at the feeling. You were undoubtedly wet and from the smile that graced his lips he could feel it too. His eyes turned hazy as he slowly started to pull his finger in and out of you, antagonizingly slow, like he was feeling every crevice inside of you. Before long his thumb returned to itās spot on your clit, continuing to circle the area in addition to his index fingers minestrations.
āA-and so, if we could continue with my plan, Sir Crocodile, tomorrow would be ideal for us to-ā
āConsider it done,ā His voice boomed through the room without seeming like he even tried, cutting the manager off without a second thought,ā Now get out,ā
You watched out of the corner of your eye as the man floundered for just a moment before bowing his head and beelining towards the door. No sooner was he out of the room, shutting the door with a resounding thud behind him, did Crocodile turn to you, giving you his full attention with that look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
āSomething wrong, darling..?ā
He slid two fingers into you this time with no time to recover and all you could do was throw your head back with a low moan. The image of his hand on your waist was flashing through your brain, how big it had looked against your body. You were pulled back to reality when you felt his fingers curl in you, hitting the spot that made your mouth practically water at the feeling.
āC-crocodile..!ā Returning your gaze to him, you found him standing in front of you, his figure suddenly towering over you. A shadow had fallen across his face but his eyes still shone.
āI asked if anything was wrong,ā
āNothing, s-sir..ā Your voice came out soft and breathy against your ears and you watched him close his eyes at the sound, almost like he was savoring it. You could feel yourself leaning into him, your eyes flicking down towards his lips.
āSuch a good girl, staying quiet for me,ā His shoulders slumped forward, allowing himself to be eye level with you, practically nose to nose. He seemed to be taking in every feature of your face, his eyes scanning strategically the furrows in your brow to each quiver of your lip. He watched with a curiosity almost as you writhed under his fingers.
He started a steady pace with his fingers, taking his time as he studied the expressions on your face as a coil started to wind within you. Another breathy moan escaped you as it all started to become too much. His words were lighting a fire inside you and his fingers were coals in the flames. All of the sudden his face was inches away from your own, his breath mingling with yours, you could have reached up to him had release not been just in your grasp. You could only take heavy breaths, your whole body starting to tingle with the feeling.
His warmth left you right before the precipice, the feeling inside of you simmering down all to quick and leaving only a feeling of annoyance. Your thighs were wet from your own slick, your underwear was even worse off.
In front of you, you watched him back away, looking to you like he was admiring his work; your flushed cheeks and bitten lips down to the mess you had made on the hardwood of his desk.
Hooded eyes finally landed back on your gaze, holding it while he brought his hand to his lips and slipped a single finger into his mouth. You watched your juices disappear behind his lips, certain now that the look in his eyes was one of hunger, like he could devour you right here. You clenched your legs together once again.
āIāll see you bright and early tomorrow at 8, (Y/N), donāt be late..ā
He turned and with languid strolls, waltzed to the door and took his exit, leaving you alone in his office with a new problem to deal with when you got to your quarters.
You're sitting across his thighs, as stiff as a board, and his hand slips it's way under your shirt to rub over your back. How could you have been reduced to this? A lap pet for someone like him? It didn't help that you'd practically fallen in love with him despite his many... characters flaws.
His fingers trace over your tummy and ribs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He hums a dark chuckle at the way you squirm. You're one of his biggest spoils, one of the sweetest rewards he ever got to sink his teeth into. He adores you. His hand leaves your shirt and comes up to your jaw where he tilts your head back to look at him.
Your lips part as you take in the sight of Mr. Ze- no that's not right. Sir Crocodile. His black eyes trailing over your figure, his grip on you dominant yet not painful. The cigar in his mouth burns slowly and smoke pours from him making you choke as it hits your face. Your eyes water and your throat tightens.
The door to his office opens but neither of you move to see who it is nor even address their arrival. Croc's hand releases your jaw and he runs his bent knuckle down the front of your throat, then back up, then down again, as if he's stroking a cat. You're docile in his hold, he finds it cute.
"Didn't know you'd gotten a new plaything," it's Mihawk who entered the room. He's standing in the doorway, watching, admiring perhaps?
You don't recognize the voice but Croc does.
"A pretty thing too."
Croc's eyes shift from yours to the visitor but you remain still. Mihawk walks forward and settles himself on the edge of the desk where he can get a better look at you. You feel Croc rumble as he chuckles.
"Mihawk," he finally acknowledges.
You flinch. Both seem to catch it.
You clear your throat, "Mihawk? The former warlord?"
Mihawk lifts a brow at Crocodile. The movement on your throat stops and Croc takes your jaw again to turn your head towards the man. Mihawk is watching you like a predator. He's simply waiting for his chance to pounce upon you. His golden eyes are like sharpened blades that could split one in two.
Croc's voice cuts the tension, "Cute aren't they? A former Marine too. Sent to... what was it again?"
"G-gain intel," you manage to spit out through squished cheeks.
Croc shifts in his seat so that you topple backwards into his chest and rests his chin on your shoulder. More smoke puffs out in your face.
"Right. Gain intel," he practically purrs, it's obvious he's making fun of you, teasing the fact that you now find yourself in such an interesting predicament, "doin' real good at that hm?"
You flush and Mihawk cocks his head slightly in intrigue. That explains the way you said his name. You must know of him from when you were on the front lines against the pirates.
"Now look at them," Croc takes the cigar from his lips and places it in an ashtray on his desk.
Before he can finish whay he was going to say, Mihawk speaks, "a little bunny caught by the hunters."
His words and tone make you shiver. Croc can feel it radiate through his chest. You glance up at him to find a conniving smirk that implies he's up to no good. He licks his lips before tucking his head down into where your shoulder meets your neck. He places a wet kiss there before biting you enough to leave a mark. You jolt in his lap and cry out his name.
Mihawk's eyes still remain on you.
Your hands fly to Croc's forearm and you whine. This type of thing is normal for him but not... with an audience. Had he gotten jealous? Frustrated perhaps at Mihawk's intrusion?
"Come now Mihawk," he mumbles into your skin, "have a taste."
Your eyes fly to Mihawk who doesn't seem the least bit thrown off by the offer. Instead, he stands and your heart races behind your ribcage. Now you do feel like a small animal of prey surrounded by predators. A bunny.
Mihawk shrugs his coat off and steps around the desk with hunger in his eyes, "Don't mind if I do."
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Arranged marriage was already horrible. An arranged marriage to Sir Crocodile? Even worse. You were practically a caged bird, the moment you signed the marriage papers your fate was sealed.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Crocodile ignored you for the most part, paying no mind to your glares of pure hatred towards him as he sat comfortably at his desk.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Your stares of hatred quickly turned into observations of him. His small habits, his ticks, everything about him.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ You noticed how he quirked his brow in interest when something beneficial happened to him. How his fingers tapped on the desk in a methodical manner when he was on call. The way his lips twitched slightly when he lit his hundredth cigar for the dayā¦
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Oh, his lipsā¦ Thatās what you paid the most attention to. It was fascinating how a man who smoked as much as him had smooth looking lips.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ It didnāt take long for Crocodile to catch on to your stares. A sly smirk playing on his lips as he stared back at your lips.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ āWhat? Want a smoke?ā Heād ask, casual, calm, collected. Like a Crocodile waiting for itās prey to fall into its trap.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ āNoā¦ I donāt smoke.ā Youād reply, looking away. But Crocodile didn't stop staring back at your lips, equally as interested.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ A deep, low laugh left him, his body moving up from his chair and coming towards you. His golden hook slowly reached your chin, tipping your head up so youād have no choice but to look at him and only him.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ āThen you want something else of mine, hm?ā His lips were in that sly grin, that grin that said āIām getting what I want.ā And you? You caved. You wanted nothing more than to feel those smooth, plump lips of his.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ His lips felt like pure heaven. Soft to the touch, yet his kisses were rough and demanding. His lips connected perfectly with yours, the kisses making sweet smack sounds every time you both went in for another.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down from your lips down to your jawline, going even lower and lower. Crocodile took his time, as if he were devouring every single inch of you. Wanting his lips to make contact with every part of your skin.
ā¾āāā±ā ā¢ā ā¢ Crocodileās lips werenāt just soft. They were meant to devour. To take what he wanted. To savor everything that came his way.
a/n: shout out to @gelataisa for making that post pointing out how soft crocoās lips looked! ty for sparking this fic idea!! <3
Warnings: General and medical anxiety, mild violence (these men donāt handle being scared well), brief descriptions of comas/coming out of comas, I think maybe Jackās was way longer than the othersā oops
šPope Codyš
The medical staff donāt bother trying to get Pope to leave anymore. Saying āvisiting hoursā around that man is a quick ticket to trouble, and security has better things to do than try to muscle a crying, dishevelled, currently nonspeaking mess out of the building every night
The first week, Pope barely moves. He stares into the middle distance and tries unsuccessfully to arrange his features into something resembling a living person whenever his brothers stop by, waiting for them to give up on trying to get him to eat the takeout they brought or come out for a little fresh air. He even considers asking one of your nurses for a urinal, but he canāt make his mouth move even an inch. He spends way too long in between forcing himself to get up and use the bathroom, and he realizes distantly heās probably setting himself up for a kidney stone or something
He canāt stop staring at you, watching your chest rise and fall in time with the ventilatorās clicks. The only task heās been able to bring himself to complete is every two days, unwinding the braids in your hair, brushing it, and putting the braids back in. One of the CNAs told him helpfully that braids are the best way to keep a patientās hair manageable for when they wake up
Itās been almost three weeks, and Deran finally manages to get through to Pope. No one is dumb enough to accidentally say āifā you wake up anymore. Baz said it once, and Pope stood up, expressionless and wordless, and threw him across the room hard enough that the patient board on the wall fell down. So Deran is cautious and patient when he explains to Pope that when you wake up, youāre going to be really upset to find that he hasnāt been taking care of himself at all
Pope sinks into a routine after that. He manages to get you moved to a room that has a visitorās bed and a bathroom with a shower in it. He forces himself to resolutely lay down and at least have his eyes closed from 10pm to 6am every day; he even starts using that meditation app you tried to show him a few months ago, and he can pretty reliably get at least a few hours of sleep most nights. He showers at 6:30am exactly, every other day, and is done before the shift change starts at 7. He waits until your day team has come through, checked you, and put their information on the board before he goes down to the cafeteria for breakfast. He gets lunch brought up to your room, setting his tray as close to your bed as possible while he eats and leaves on one of your tv shows. He goes on a six-block walk every non-shower day at 4pm, propping up a tablet he had Deran bring so it can see both you and your monitor, and he leaves it connected to FaceTime with his phone while he walks. He still canāt usually bring himself to eat dinners without you, but sometimes heāll accept takeout if one of the boys brings it and eats with him. Of course, he still braids your hair like clockwork
He is holding your hand and managing to pay a little attention to the improv comedy show heās got playing on your roomās tv when your hand pulls out of his. The ventilator clicking turns to a harsh whine as Pope jumps up in a flash to hold your hands down - youāre fighting to grab the tube, and he knows if you yank it out you could hurt yourself. He canāt let go of you to press the call button, so his ragged voice that heās barely used in six weeks is just croak-screaming for help. As a few staff descend into the room and begin preparing you for extubation, Pope is knelt next to the bed with his face pressed against your ear, whispering āitāll be okay, youāre okay, itās alrightā while you cling to his hands
After youāve gone through the ordeal of extubation, post-coma imaging, nebulizers, and a few excruciating rounds of dry-heaving, youāre finally sitting up against a little mountain of pillows and smiling weakly at Pope, who is looking at you like heās seeing a sunrise for the first time and who absolutely will not let go of your hand. His brothers are all there and chattering at you and amongst themselves, but the two of you can only really see and hear each other
The few weeks of your recovery feel like nothing to Pope against the agony that was your actual coma - he continues to keep some of his routines, especially the sleeping (which is filled with significantly more actual sleep) and the showering, but he doesnāt eat any meals without you anymore, and the only fresh air he gets is when heās allowed to wheel you down to the hospital garden, where he spends the whole time either standing behind your chair gently rubbing your head and neck and shoulders, or sitting on the fountain wall directly in front of you while you play with his hands
šTitus Danforthš
The very first thing Titus does when heās informed that youāre in a coma is summon The Lawyer. Titus is all composure (on the outside), calmly inquiring as to what sacrifices he needs to make, or what alterations to the familyās deal he needs to make in order to bring you back to full health, immediately
The Lawyer gives a tight, implacable smile as he informs Titus that, unfortunately, it is his name in the book, not yours; he who holds Mr. Le Bailās favor, not you. In a wordless flash with murder in his eyes, Titus has his hands fisted in The Lawyerās lapels and is pressing him against the temple wall, ignoring the rumbling roar echoing around them both. After tense, silent moments, Titusās voice cracks as he quietly says āthereās nothing?ā The Lawyerās face is a bit sad as he shakes his head and vanishes
Deflated, beside himself, and utterly disgusted at his inability to fix this situation, Titus becomes all movement, every day, radiating stress and anger. He tries to sit when Ursula comes into your room, often standing up to get back to pacing within five minutes, offering her only grunts and dismissive monosyllables when she tries to take his mind anywhere else. He cries when she puts a gentle hand to your head before leaving him alone with you again
He does take care of himself, remembering to eat and shower and even occasionally taking a brisk walk out on the greens. He knows his family pays the private medical staff enough that they will care for you in his absence and will get him immediately if anything changes. Despite that, he does have his bed brought into your room; he sleeps fitfully, often waking to roll over and watch you with tears trailing down onto his neck and staining his pillow
Heās so underdressed. Ursula hasnāt seen him in anything more put together than a pajama shirt - a pajama shirt! - and soft slacks since you first went under. Heās even been seen shuffling around the halls with no socks a few times
Titus reads to you so, so much. Heās read to you enough of the classics and highbrow literature heās been taught to prefer that heās finally moved on to the modern mystery novels you have scattered around the manor. Theyāre better than heād have thought. And when heās sure no one will be by anytime soon, he carefully curls on the bed next to you and hums whatever tunes occur to him, one arm tucked under his head and the other hand gently stroking up and down your arm
You wake up during one of these moments, the warmth of Titusās chest pressed against your side grounding you when your instinct is to fight the tube down your throat and the air itās pushing into your lungs. He hardly moves an inch as he reaches above himself to press the call button mounted to the wall, immediately returning his hand to yours to brush his thumb against the inside of your wrist while the two of you wait
His eyes are shining when he comes to sit next to your bed after youāre fully awake and sipping some warm tea through a straw. āI could hear you, you know,ā you whisper, your throat still feeling raw. āReally?ā he asks, leaning forward with the tiniest hint of one of his dimples starting to show. āI very much hoped so.ā
The next morning, Titus is curled against you again, a bit less carefully now that you arenāt hooked up to anything, unconsciously matching his breathing to yours while he runs the backs of his fingers down the middle of your chest over and over again and waits for your eyes to flutter open
šDr. Jack Abbotš
The journey to your coma is fraught, and Jack is there the entire time. It is he and Robby who make the call together to have you medically induced when another head CT shows that the swelling in your brain hasnāt gone down much at all
Jack grips your hand hard as the anaesthesiologist pushes the propofol, staring at the screen of your cardiac monitor with a deep line between his brows and struggling to keep his breathing even. He knows how this works, he knows whatās happening and what could happen, and quite frankly heād rather be standing in the middle of a train track than thinking about everything he knows right now
He compartmentalizes well like he always does, managing to keep his mind solely on his patients and his work while heās on the clock, and even managing to keep his mind blank while he takes a quick shower and scarfs something down after his shifts. But he doesnāt go home anymore. He lives in scrubs now, exchanging new ones with the machine upstairs every now and again
He holds your hand every second heās in your room, sleeping upright in one of the shitty rubber armchairs and stirring anytime someone comes in to record your vitals. When heās awake, Jack talks to you all about his last shift, rattling off stories like heās charting just so if you can hear him thereās something to hear. Heās grateful when other members of staff come in to chat with him, especially when they stop trying to convince him to go home for a bit. He hopes the quiet conversation of multiple voices is comforting for you
When you have a seizure on the fourth day under, he breaks. Jack Abbot is crumpled on the floor in the corner, having had to scoot out of the way of other physicians who are suddenly capable of more than he is right now. Heās so tired, and his back hurts so bad, and he feels like a giant ball of pain and fear, watching the monitor announce your runs of v-tach and hearing everyone else in the room as if theyāre underwater, or as if he is
When youāre stable again, Robby kneels painfully down to put his arm over Jackās shoulders. āI know, brother, I know,ā he keeps saying every time Jackās eyes, bottomless and dark, turn up to his again with too many questions in them
His next shift, Jack has to be pulled backwards by Shen when he nearly takes a swing at a drunk patient whoās saying to Ellis some of the most vile shit heās ever heard. That night, he breaks down crying standing next to your bed, pleading with you to please wake up, please, itās all he can think about
He still sleeps holding your hand, but someone has managed to procure him a cot so he can at least be horizontal. He takes a day off at Robbyās insistence, spending most of it taking bursts of naps in between zoning out to shitty police procedurals
Youāre showing signs of fighting the vent on day 8, and after a fairly promising CT, the decision is made to let you crawl back to consciousness. Robby gently but firmly forces Jack to exit the building when you start to wake, knowing that the often chaotic, worrying, painful process will be too much for his friend to bear witness. After several hours of vibrating in the ambulance bay, Jack is finally given the green light to come see you
āHey, sunshine,ā he sighs as soon as he closes the curtain in your room, beelining to hold both your hands. āHey yourself,ā you croak out. āDana told me you havenāt left.ā āWow, no loyalty from day shifters, huh?ā he says unseriously, but youāre not laughing with him. āJack,ā you whisper, squeezing his hands. āPlease go home.ā
His face falls and his mouth turns down at the corners. āYou want me to?ā he asks in a small voice. āNo,ā you answer honestly, ābut I need you to. Just for a day, so you can shower in a real shower and sleep in a real bed. I canāt focus on getting better if Iām worried youāre like. On the edge.ā Youāre breathing hard from saying so much at once so soon. He looks mournfully into your eyes for a few seconds before nodding reluctantly
24 hours later - and it is exactly 24 hours, itās all heād grant you - youāre both looking distinctly more robust and awake. Youāre actually chatting with Mel, whoās got some various finger foods spread across the tray between you and is blushing furiously. Jack is fairly certain he heard Langdonās name before he opened the door, right before he heard you start giggling
Heās back to being patient and strong and competent as he helps you recover, especially in his gentle manipulation of your weakened muscles as he helps you do your PT several times a day. You canāt help touching him affectionately every chance you get, and you donāt care whoās watching when you do it anymore. He doesnāt seem to care either, leaning into your touches with his eyes half closed and a tiny smile that actually shows a few of his teeth
When youāre finally out of the hospital, he insists on you staying at his place āuntil youāre back on your feet,ā and you canāt even begin to think of saying no
A/N: I cannot stress enough how much spoilers for Ready or Not 2: Here I Come this has. Like to the point I'm putting the description and tags under the cut! Please be aware I lift entire surprise plot points of the movie for this! Couldn't stop thinking about this while sitting in the theater!! GO SEE THE MOVIE IT IS SO GOOD!!!
this thing is 15k words.
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Summary: You survived your wedding only to be hunted by the most powerful families in the world. The monster awoken in you intrigued Titus Danforth, who would do anything to have The High Seat and you as his as well. Thankfully, a hidden rule might make that all possible.
Tags: violence, blood, descriptions of bodily injury but i don't think i made it too bad, morally gray!reader, horny for violence reader and titus, slightly OOC Titus for the sake of sicko romance, slightly OOC ursula, the tiniest hint of weird sister/mother things with Titus (like so small i dont think you'll notice), SMUT!, BLOOD KINK!, BITING!, SLAPPING!, ROUGH SEX!, unprotected sex and they don't even talk about it he just does that :), multiple positions, light choking, like not even choking, they are crazy for each other, slightly subby Titus for like a second
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This is not how the day after your dream wedding was supposed to go.Ā Ā
YouāreĀ supposed to be in first class on a plane to some remoteĀ LeĀ Domas family home in the countryside of France.Ā YouāreĀ supposed to be sipping wine and giggling with your new husband as you both conspire to find a way to sneak into the bathroom together to join the mile high club.Ā Ā
YouāreĀ not supposed to be fighting for your life for the second night in a row, as Satan worshipping rich assholesĀ hunt you for sport and theirĀ place on the top of the food chain ofĀ theĀ whole goddamn world.Ā
But as you kick in the face of the man in the gold maskĀ andĀ knock several of his teeth out, as a guttural scream rips from yourĀ throat, as youĀ shove him into a high powered industrial wash machine, as you listen to his desperate screams as he drowns and is cooked from the steam, you canāt help but feel, for the second night in a row, more alive than youāve ever felt in your life.Ā
+Ā
When he first watched the footage of your ill-fated wedding night, TitusĀ DanforthĀ saw something in you.Ā
The way you choked your newĀ sister-in-law, taking her to her knees, the way youĀ crashedĀ a car and rolled it before beating theĀ Le Domasās trusted servant toĀ aĀ pulp, the way you took out the matriarch with the very game box that had damned you. It was monstrous, it was raw, it was bloody.Ā
You had a look in your eyes after killing Mrs.Ā Le Domas,Ā wide and black and...hungry. Titus knewĀ thatĀ look well.Ā HeādĀ seen it in the mirror many times.Ā
It was a look heĀ hadnātĀ seen on anyone else, not even his own sister, his twin. Why now? Why her? Why would Mr. Le Bail present him with someoneĀ whoseĀ soul so clearly aligns with his own, just to have her be the one they must hunt and destroy? Hadnāt he been faithful?Ā
Ursula had clicked her tongue when the final video ended; youĀ laughingĀ as your husband exploded in a mess of blood and guts. āSheāsĀ fierce.āĀ
Titus had nodded, jaw tight. āSheāsĀ smart...sheāsĀ a fighter.āĀ
āItāsĀ a shame.āĀ
Something heavy formed in the pit of his stomach. A lock of rage and need and anger forming like a tumor in his body, weighing him down. His heartĀ grew to a painful size in hisĀ chest, the beating of it thumping in his ears. His breath came out in tiny, rushed bursts through his lips. Sweat formed on his brow.Ā
His sister knew that look. The festering smoldering embers of Titus yearning forĀ something, andĀ knowing there was nothing he could do to have it. It was a lookĀ heādĀ givenĀ their father many times through their lives. āTitus...āĀ
āI want her.āĀ
His voice was a roughĀ mumble,Ā rocks stuck in hisĀ throatĀ that threatened to cascade down in a landslide of a scream.Ā
āYouĀ canātĀ have her. The By-Laws have beenĀ triggered,Ā weĀ have toĀ fight for our seat. This isĀ fatherāsĀ final wish.Ā Your needs cannotāāĀ
āI have never neededāā he stopped himself,Ā taking inĀ a deep breath, eyes closed. āI want to keepĀ her.Ā Sheās...āĀ
āYouāveĀ never met this girl, my dear brother.āĀ
āAnd yet I know everything I need to.āĀ
+Ā
When you were sitting in the main room of the Danforth LodgeĀ as The Lawyer explained the rules of your second night of torment,Ā gagĀ over your mouth, still bloodied weddingĀ dressĀ itching on your skin, you did your best to take in every word.Ā
It was simple.Ā
Survive the night of human hunting until sunrise again, and youĀ wereĀ free to go. Whichever hunter from theĀ High Families managed to kill you, would win the High Seat.Ā The hunters are not allowed to kill each other, not even by accident.Ā If none of them were able to catch you and wear Mr. Le Bailās ring at the end of the night, he would be very unhappy. You assumed the fate of your in-laws is what awaited these people as well.Ā
As the rules were being explained, youĀ tookĀ a mental survey of the room. Only a few people looked like they could be real threats to you, so if you found a wayĀ to mow through the strong ones,Ā you could easily hide from the idiots. Though, a voice that had been awoken last nightĀ was beggingĀ you to just end them all, in whatever sick way was available to you.Ā
You studied each of their faces, engraining them on imaginary wanted posters in your mind, eyes moving across the room, until you settled on...him.Ā
The man sitting in the middle table, next to the woman who had greeted you when your blindfold was first removed here. Titus and Ursula Danforth. The twins. And TitusĀ wasnātĀ looking at the lawyer as he went over the oh-so-important and sacred rules. No, he was looking directly at you.Ā Ā
AtĀ firstĀ you noticed how handsome he was. Significantly older than you, but with a ruggedness that drew you in. His hair was silver, soft looking curls, there were slight wrinkles around his eyes, and silver stubble on the lower half of his face. But what really started the race of your heart, what made you suck in a deep breath even through the gag in your mouth,Ā wereĀ his eyes.Ā Dark, hazel eyes bore into yours,Ā and instead of holding the smugness and envy of everyone else in the room,Ā his wereĀ filled with...sadness?Ā
ThatĀ couldnātĀ be right. He was here to kill you, just like all of them. He has no reason to be sad.Ā
But.Ā Ā
ThatāsĀ the only way to read hisĀ expression. While his lips wereĀ twitchedĀ up in a smirk, the smile didnāt reach those eyes at all.Ā HeĀ keptĀ contact with you deeply, like he was trying to search into your eyes and into your very soul. Like he was trying to find something in there. No.Ā LikeĀ heādĀ already found it. The sadness was from the knowledge he was going toĀ lose it.Ā
When it was time for the game to begin, youĀ didnātĀ even flinch. You were exhausted, you were frustrated, but you were determined to win again.Ā YouādĀ come this far.Ā
AĀ needleĀ was presented with some sort of drug that would knock you out so you could be taken to a secret location on the grounds. Before the Lawyerās assistant could even lift a finger, Titus was on his feet.Ā Ā
āIāll do it,āĀ heādĀ said.Ā Ā
The low tone of his voice rumbled in your ears, sent a shiver up your spine. Not fear. A thrillĀ of excitement.Ā
The heavy contact betweenĀ your eyesĀ remainedĀ the entire time he walked up to you.Ā You even tilted up your face to look at him as he grabbed theĀ needle.Ā
He brought it toĀ your neck, and leaned down to whisper in your ear, in a voice that felt gentler thanĀ youādĀ have thought him capable, āItāsĀ going to be me thatĀ gets you.āĀ
It should have sounded like a threat. ItĀ wasĀ a threat. He was going to kill you.Ā ThatāsĀ what he was saying to you.Ā Ā
But.Ā
In the promise of his words, something underneath feltĀ like more.Ā
You watched as his face faded from your vision as everything had gone black.Ā
+Ā
ItāsĀ been hours sinceĀ youādĀ been let loose on the golf course. You had two kills under yourĀ belt, andĀ had only suffered a cut to your hand and some shrapnel in your arm from an explosion that youĀ hadnātĀ caused.Ā Ā
The first kill was easy enough, and the next person to join the hunt from his familyĀ hadnātĀ bothered to show up. The other ones you saw looked like idiotsĀ anyway,Ā it would have been almost boring to have to fight them.Ā
You had run into Titus and Ursula a few times, but instead of trying to fight them off, upon seeing Titus again, you both froze atĀ the sight. Ursula yelled something at him, and tried to shoot you, but she missed and you ran. He let you. YouĀ didnātĀ want to fight them. You were happy youĀ didnātĀ have to.Ā
The thrill of the chase filled Titus like a drug in his veins, and he tried to ignore the fact that this chase was to end in your death, and not with you shoved against a brick wall, melting in his hands as they ripped at your clothes, his mouth latched onto every inch of your blood covered skin he could get.Ā
His headĀ wasnātĀ in this game, even though he knew he had no choice but to win.Ā
Your next opportunity to run or kill comesĀ when youĀ areĀ hiding out in the dancehall of the Danforth Casino.Ā The sophisticated Chinese woman, whoĀ youādĀ noticed looked utterly bored by the explanation of the rules,Ā hasĀ cornered you, holding you back with a sword pointingĀ to yourĀ throat.Ā
āYou need to listen to me!āĀ sheĀ yells desperately. āIĀ donātĀ want to kill you! IĀ donātĀ want to do this! But there isĀ a loophole to this whole game!āĀ
Your eyes, which have been darting around the room looking for an escape, stop their manic wandering. āWhat do you mean?āĀ
āI mean, I had my lawyers scour the By-Laws of the High Seat, and they found that if you, the winner of your High Familyās game, were to willingly join another, then that family would automatically gain the High Seat, and have complete control of everything. YouĀ wouldnātĀ need to die.āĀ
āI just need to marry another one of you people?āĀ
She nods her head frantically.Ā āI-I knowĀ itāsĀ not ideal. But what choice do you have?Ā I can offerĀ that chance to you.Ā M-MyĀ son is an idiot,Ā but you can just marry him, give me all the power, and live life however you please.āĀ
āGive you all the power?ā you ask, but more as a quiet question to yourself.Ā
Maybe itĀ would be worth it to just give up on the fighting andĀ the runningĀ and just...settle. Maybe giving yourself to this other family, selling your soulĀ to live would be easier than all of this.Ā
Suddenly an image flashes in your mind. If you can just marry your way out of this, if you can just pick one of theĀ litterĀ to tie yourself to, to sell your soul for, and to winĀ all ofĀ the power in the world for...Ā
The image your mind constructs is of the man staring sad and longingly at you in the lodge. The man who hasĀ probably trainedĀ his whole life for this, letting you run away in the woods.Ā Ā
WhyĀ canātĀ you have Titus Danforth?Ā
No.Ā ThatāsĀ crazy. ItĀ doesnātĀ matter what you think you saw in his eyes, or if you think he let you go inĀ thoseĀ woods. They have gathered to kill you. He is here to hunt you.Ā YouāreĀ going to leaveĀ tonight a widow, and nothing else.Ā
The woman has been rambling on as you think, saying something about how she would be better than everyone else with this power. YouĀ donātĀ care. YouĀ donātĀ want her son. YouĀ donātĀ want toĀ settle.Ā
You let out a piercing scream, as you run at her, hands aiming for her sword. Her eyes go wide as you manage to catch it and rip it away from her.Ā
+Ā
āIs that fucking true?ā Titus spits into his phone.Ā
Ursula is pacing angrily, grumbling to herself about the incompetence of theĀ ruleĀ writers.Ā
TheyādĀ been watching you on cameras in their effort to catchĀ you, andĀ heard the whole conversation over the security microphones.Ā
On the other end of Titusās cell is the Lawyer, who responds in his eerily jaunty voice, āYes. Technically as the catalyst of the vacancy, if she were to join a HighĀ Council Family willingly, in other words marry into them instead, well then there would be no Spousal vacancy, and therefore no need to fight for the High Seat.āĀ
āSoĀ if Iāā Titusās voice catches, sounding just a little too hopeful. āIf she married into our family, we would keep our seat?āĀ
āYes, Mr. Danforth, precisely.āĀ
āFUCK!ā Titus yells, angrily ending the call and slamming his phone repeatedly onto the nearest counter. āAll this fucking time wasted! She got fucking hurt again! And I could have justā"Ā
āTitus, stop it!ā Ursula yells, grabbing his arm in a strong grip to stop his violent movement. āThis is a good thing! You wanted her, right?Ā WellĀ congrats my darling brother, if we can get to her, then maybe you canĀ actually haveĀ her!āĀ
His breath comes out in heavy huffs, eyes wild and angry. But he nods, slowing himself at her words. He can have what he wants, what his black heart is telling him he needs. He justĀ has toĀ catch her.Ā
āWeĀ have toĀ save her. WeĀ have toĀ get to her beforeā"Ā
āWait a second, Ti,ā Ursula cautions, letting go of his arm. āIf I let you do thisā"Ā
āLetĀ me?āĀ
āI could still kill her.āĀ
āYouĀ wouldnātĀ dare.āĀ
āI donāt want to, not now, so donāt make me,ā Ursula hisses. āIf I let you do this, if we can convince her to marry you,Ā then I need you to promise right now, on Le Bailās name, that you will share that power with me, as Father intended.āĀ
āYou donāt trust me?āĀ
āItāsĀ not about trust, dear brother, itāsĀ about making sure we keep our words. I willĀ swearĀ it too. On Mr. LeĀ Bailās name, if theĀ BrideĀ joins our family and we hold the High Seat, I will share that power with you, Titus.āĀ
His jaw clenches. āOn Mr. Le Bailās name, I swear it.āĀ
+Ā
You manage to slam the hilt of the sword into the womanās face, the crack of her nose breaking makes a sick satisfaction fill your blood. You smile maniacally and laugh as she falls back, still doing her best to hold the sword.Ā
āWhat is wrong with you? You stupid fucking bitch!Ā IāmĀ offering you a way out!ā She screams as she spits a spray of her blood into your face.Ā
You shake it off, fighting for control over her weapon.Ā YouāreĀ just about toĀ finally rip the sword from her grasp, when the double doors of the hall slamĀ open, and Alexās ex stands in the opening. She lets out a scream as she sees you, and your eyes go wide as the sound of gunshots fills the room.Ā
You and the other woman manage to dart out of the way, as the Ex runs towards you, fire and zero control in her eyes. An opportunity is about to openĀ up,Ā that twisted part of you begins to smile as you realize you can hit twoĀ birds with one stone. You yank the older woman around, and just as the Ex reaches you both, you slam both your hands holding the sword into her.Ā
TheĀ Ex chokes, blood coughing out of her mouth as she shakes and falls to the ground, sword sticking straight up.Ā
āWhat have youĀ doāā the woman is cut off by the explosion of her body, raining blood and guts all over you forĀ probably theĀ dozenth time this weekend.Ā
With a cough, you wipe the blood from your face, matter ofĀ factlyĀ blinking and shrugging.Ā
ThatāsĀ four people down. Only the dummies and theĀ DanforthsĀ left.Ā
TheĀ Danforths.Ā
You shake yourself out of those ridiculous,Ā wishful thinkingĀ ideas again, and make a mad dash to the door, out to the dark of the night again.Ā
+Ā
āThank fuck she got out!ā TitusĀ exclaims,Ā a swell of pride in his belly as heĀ watches the security footage on his phone. His now chosen future bride is clever and vicious. His pants start to tighten at the thought of it.Ā
āYesĀ butĀ sheāsĀ goingĀ forĀ the woods again! She could get away and then we get nothing but death!ā UrsulaĀ urges.Ā SheāsĀ speeding as fast as she can on their golf cart in the direction ofĀ yourĀ approximate location.Ā āSheāsĀ heading north,Ā when we get to theĀ tree-line, youĀ go getĀ her, andĀ IāllĀ make sure no other hunters follow.Ā IāllĀ send them on aĀ goose-chaseĀ away from you.āĀ
Titus nods.Ā
WhenĀ reach their destination, before he can jump out and chase after you, Ursula grabs him one last time. āHold on!ā She reaches down to her right hand and pulls off one of the pieces of jewelry. A silver ring with a purple gem, sitting in a crescent moon frame. āIt wasĀ motherās. IfĀ youāreĀ going to propose, you might as well do it right.āĀ
He snatches it from her, layingĀ a quickĀ kissĀ onĀ her cheek as a thank you, and runs into the woods.Ā
+Ā
ItāsĀ dark other than the faint glow from the Danforth property, and the light of the moon above you, but just past the trees you can see the stone fence of the property line. Your feet areĀ heavyĀ but they carry you as fast as they can go to your freedom.Ā Ā
ItāsĀ going to be overĀ soon,Ā the only way you can make senseĀ forĀ itĀ to.Ā
As you approach the wall, you slow down, head darting back and forth as you try to find some way to climb over it.Ā Ā
In the silence sinceĀ youāveĀ stopped, the only sound is your stilted breathing and the wind blowing through the leaves.Ā
And a crack of twigs behind you.Ā
You gasp, turning with wide eyes as the imposingĀ silhouetteĀ of Titus DanforthĀ emergesĀ from the trees. He looks likeĀ heāsĀ glowing with the orange property lights coming from behind.Ā Your first instinct is to findĀ the beautyĀ in it. Your second is to remember what his purpose here is.Ā
He approaches slowly, and as your back hits the stone wall, you notice that heĀ hasnātĀ brought his weapon.Ā Maybe heĀ dropped it in his haste.Ā Maybe heĀ finds it more pleasurable toĀ kill you with his bare hands. You know you certainly did when it had been your chance to snuff out a life.Ā
āYou look like a lost little lamb,ā Titus says, voice once again softer thanĀ youādĀ expected.Ā Ā
āLike a lamb to the slaughter, you mean?ā You snarl at him.Ā
He lets out a short laugh. āHmm.Ā YouāreĀ funny. YouĀ donātĀ sound scared.āĀ
āIāmĀ too angry to be scared.āĀ
āOhĀ yeah?Ā WhatāsĀ got you so angry?āĀ
You roll your eyes. āOther than the obvious multiple attemptsĀ onĀ my life? Well, I thought I found the love of my life, and then it turns out he was a secretĀ SatanĀ worshipperĀ whoseĀ familyĀ tried to kill me.ā As you speak, one of your hands starts to feel around for any fallen branches that might be strong enough to play the role of a weapon. āAnd then when I needed him the most, when I stood up for myself and killed his psycho bitch mother, he turned on me. As though any of this is my fault!āĀ
āThatĀ sounds awful, but youāre not the first to meet this fate,āĀ Titus says casually, hands going intoĀ his pockets. His right hand feels around for the ring, as he searches for the words to make his offer. ButĀ itāsĀ so fun to play with you.Ā YouāreĀ tough,Ā youāreĀ truly not scared of him,Ā youāreĀ up to this challenge. All things that make him want you more.Ā āYou know, my sister and I watched the whole thing. We were given the security footage of your wedding night. I saw everything you did to those moron Le Domasās, even the mother.Ā Tell me about that kill.āĀ
Your hand manages to grip onto something strong, but the words of hisĀ confession andĀ question hit you just as you get a good grip on it. āWhat?āĀ
āWhen you killed theĀ Le Domas mother, what did it feel like?ā Titus asks again, taking a step closer, voice dropping an octave.Ā
YouĀ can feelĀ your heart start toĀ beat inĀ your ears, the memory of her kill flooding into you. It felt powerful. It felt enriching. It felt...good. Too good.Ā And he saw it. He saw all of it. Your most violent acts.Ā Your thighsĀ squeezeĀ together, and you knowĀ he sees itĀ by the way hisĀ eyes flash to them and widen just slightly. YourĀ chestĀ heaves, as he licks his lips, and youĀ donātĀ know what this is. The moment nor this feeling. ButĀ you know youĀ canātĀ just stand here and wait for it to be a trap.Ā Ā
āHow about I show you?ā You bark out as you swing the heavy stick towards him.Ā
A look of excited shock comes over him as Titus dodges your swing, and then again as you swing the stick back the other way.Ā He has this wild smile on his face, like heās inviting you to try again, to actually hit him.Ā He wants to see how farĀ youāllĀ go, how deepĀ youāllĀ fall into violence.Ā
ButĀ heāsĀ not fighting back.Ā HeĀ doesnātĀ want to hurt you.Ā
You throw the stick as hard as you can at him, then rush forward to try toĀ take him to the ground. Your much smaller body only manages to push him back a couple steps, but you take a swing with your fist at his face instead. The first one misses, but the second lands with a loud thud right on his mouth.Ā
āAhh!ā He grunts as the hit rocks him, but when he turns back to you, the slightest bit of blood trickling from his mouth,Ā he only looks more pleased.Ā Ā
You try to get him again, but he manages to catch your arms, twistingĀ youĀ soĀ youāreĀ turned around, back to hisĀ chest, with your arms subdued between your bodies.Ā You twist and jerk and turn and struggle, whimpering and screaming to get out, eyes laser focused on a pathĀ to run towards, all the whileĀ heāsĀ trying to say something to you.Ā
āHold on, little lamb, you donāt have to do this,ā Titus insists. āI know about the loophole!āĀ
That stops you in your tracks. A shaky breath escapes from your lips. He knows? He knows about the marriage clause?Ā HeāsĀ not attacking you, heĀ didnātĀ bring a weapon to this fight, and he knows...Ā
āWhat about it?āĀ YouĀ ask, just the slightest bit of hope in your tone.Ā
Titus tilts his face into your hair, taking a longĀ inhale of your scent. The faintest bit ofĀ whateverāsĀ left of the expensiveĀ perfume AlexĀ Le Domas had bought you, mixed with the blood of your kills.Ā Ā
āMarry me.āĀ
The request is soĀ soft,Ā itāsĀ almost inaudible. You gasp, body beginning to warm from yourĀ chestĀ and shake. āW-what?āĀ
āMarry me, Lamb,ā Titus says again, with more authority this time. āBe my bride, be my wife, end this whole game, and I willĀ literally giveĀ you the world.āĀ
You swallow a lump, shaking your head. āY-You just want that High Seat.Ā H-HowĀ do I know youĀ wonātĀ do this and then lock me in some dungeon, or...or...kill me later.āĀ
āI do want that seat, I will not lie to you,ā Titus says, then suddenly turns you in his arms, gripping you tightly by the shoulders, looking down at you with a newfound intensity. āBut I want you. IĀ donātĀ need you to tell me how those killsĀ felt, becauseĀ I know. I know the surge of power and control, theĀ sick delight in ending someone before they can do the same to you. You liked it. You liked how it felt, didnāt you?āĀ
Unconsciously, you begin to nod. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes flutter at his words, atĀ the sound of his voice, you can feel it everywhere. You can feel the heat and the wetness between your thighs, and you forget to be ashamed about it.Ā
āYeah. I know. I can see it in you.Ā ThatāsĀ what I want. That strength, that hunger,Ā I feel it too. My sister and I are meant to rule thisĀ whole world, and I need someone by my side who has that strength, your beauty, your hunger for blood, yourĀ ruthlessness,ā Titus purrs, pulling you closer to him. His hands slip down from your shoulders, as he feels your body start to give in to the arousal caused by his words. He slides them around to the small of your back, fingertips pressing into the blood-soaked fabric of your torn andĀ desecratedĀ weddingĀ dress.Ā Ā
āI-IĀ donātĀ know...āĀ
āBeautiful little lambĀ doesnātĀ know her own strength. I see the monster in yourĀ heartĀ and it looks like mine.ā Titus brings one of his hands up to your cheek, where a tear has fallen. He wipes it away, and hopefully with theĀ lastĀ of your shame for who you truly are. His perfect soulmate.Ā āBe mine, andĀ youāllĀ never have to do this again.Ā YouāllĀ never have to give up your power again.Ā You'llĀ never have to feel unsafe again.āĀ
The arousal fully takes you over, and your eyes shut as they roll back in your head for just a moment. When Alex proposed, he did it deceitfully.Ā HeĀ didnātĀ ever want to reveal the true nature of his family, and then he cast you out once he saw yours. Power was never in his offer. True loveĀ apparentlyĀ neverĀ was either.Ā
When your eyes open again, they look upon Titus Danforth with only one determination.Ā
You surge forward, capturing his lips in a brutal, biting kiss.Ā The taste of his blood fills your senses, metallic andĀ addicting,Ā you reach your long out to lick it from his chin, before connecting into a kiss again.Ā
He welcomes it, moaning into your mouth, as your arms wrap tightly around each other.Ā He loses himself in the kiss, swallowing all your breaths and whimpers, backing you into the stone wall, lifting you just slightly,Ā so his hips canĀ rutĀ against your core.Ā
You can feel how hard he is under his pants, and you moan at the feeling, at the fantasy ofĀ pulling them down and letting him fuck you out here like this, make you his under the moonlight.Ā Ā
āYes,ā you moan, both from the feeling of his strong body against you, and as your answer to the proposal. āYes, Titus,Ā IāllĀ marry you.Ā I want that,Ā IĀ wantĀ everything.āĀ
āIāll give you the whole fucking world,ā Titus pantsĀ into your mouth, rolling his hips to get any kind of friction.Ā Ā
ItāsĀ been so long sinceĀ heāsĀ been intimate.Ā HeāsĀ got his select hook ups, women to satisfy his needs and gratify him, but true intimacy is not something he invites into his life often. But here under your touch, the feeling of your lips,Ā heĀ canātĀ get enough.Ā HeāsĀ beenĀ starvedĀ for more than blood.Ā
But thereĀ isnātĀ much time leftĀ inĀ the night. IfĀ youāreĀ not married by sunrise, this will all have been for nothing.Ā
So regretfully, reluctantly, he tears himself away from you. You let out a needy whine at the loss of his heat, and he watches as your body contracts and shakes from the arousal.Ā
āOhĀ my sweet lamb,ā Titus coos, taking pity on you. He reaches back into his pocket to finally pull out his motherās ring. His heart swells with pride at the excited gasp you let outĀ when he slips it onto your finger. āWeĀ canātĀ giveĀ in toĀ that now. WeĀ have toĀ make itĀ official,Ā weĀ have toĀ win the game.āĀ
The glow from the property looks like fires in your eyes, as you break into aĀ genuine, bright, happy smile for the first time since you said your first set of vows to AlexĀ Le Domas.Ā
+Ā
The drive back to the Lodge is filled with an undercurrent of buzzing tension between you and Titus, as Ursula chatters the whole way there about how excited she is.Ā
āDonāt get me wrong, it was very fun watching youĀ rip everyone apart, those other families have been so fucking annoying, but I prefer the glamor of a wedding over a hunt any day,ā she rattles on, delightfully unaware of you and TitusĀ mostly ignoring her in the back.Ā
TheyĀ arenātĀ worried about staying quiet, as most of the other eligible hunters are dead, and the ones who are left know they could neverĀ stand a chance at winning a fight against the Danforth Twins.Ā
Once back at the Lodge, the LawyerĀ approves ofĀ the newĀ plan, andĀ begins calling upon extended family members of the High Council, as well as lower families under Mr. Le BailāsĀ contract, to attend the ceremony.Ā ItĀ wonātĀ be as grand or as long as your first wedding, only a few hours until sunset and all that, but Titus and Ursula assured you it will be twice as romantic.Ā
Ursula takes you up to one of theĀ guestĀ quarters, andĀ passes you to the care of servants. āI have the perfectĀ dressĀ for a Dark Wedding you can borrow! Well, you can have it, actually, IĀ have a feelingĀ IāmĀ not going to want it back after you and Titus are done...doing whatever weird shitĀ youāreĀ going to do later.āĀ
She leaves with a cackling laugh, as the group of servantsĀ helpĀ you strip out of your blood covered clothes.Ā Your shoes are sent downstairs for cleaning, theyĀ start toĀ toss your tights and your underwear into the lit fireplace, but you stop themĀ before they can throw yourĀ dressĀ into the flames.Ā
āWait! I-I want to keep that,ā you say, earning a raised brow from the girl holding theĀ dress. You shrug.Ā Maybe itāsĀ silly, but thatĀ dress...it was meant toĀ representĀ your happily ever after, the end to yourĀ life of living paycheck to paycheck in loneliness, the start of having a real family. But now...as much as the sight of it should sicken you, itĀ representsĀ your ability to survive, yourĀ resilience.Ā āIt has sentimental value.āĀ
She simply nods and drapes theĀ dressĀ over the back of one of theĀ Victorian chairs.Ā Ā
Your bare feet patter into the bathroom across the cold, dark tile,Ā to the gold, footed bath that waits on the other end. The servants help you step into the warmĀ water andĀ turn on theĀ overheadĀ faucet. Water rains down on you, as servants begin to clean away the blood and grimeĀ from the last two days. Lavender andĀ Gardenia scents fill your nose, and you hum pleasurably as for the first time since your rehearsal dinner, you feel your body completely relax.Ā
After yourĀ bathĀ the servants dry you off,Ā massage lotion onto every inch ofĀ yourĀ skin, as well as healing salves onto your wounds, and fix up your hair and makeup, while youĀ sit in a white robe made of the softest material that has ever graced your skin.Ā Underneath of whichĀ youāreĀ adorned in a black lace and satin lingerie set,Ā which isĀ probably moreĀ expensive than any underwearĀ youāveĀ ever owned combined.Ā
ItāsĀ not long until Ursula returns, wearing a long black straplessĀ dress,Ā with aĀ garmentĀ bag inĀ oneĀ handĀ and a large hatbox in the other, shooing the servants out of the room for your privacy. Her smile grows as she sniffs around the room, eyes widening when she realizes the sweet smell is coming from you.Ā
āWell, that certainly is an improvement!āĀ SheĀ chirps,Ā tossing the box on the bed andĀ clapping her hands excitedly after you take theĀ garmentĀ bag.Ā āYou smell likeĀ Motherās garden, no doubt Titusās choice.āĀ
āThank you?āĀ
āOh, trust me,Ā itāsĀ a very goodĀ thing. WeĀ donātĀ have many memories of Mother, she died when we were so young, but her garden at the Rhode Island estate has beenĀ kept upĀ to her standards and preferences by our groundskeeper all this time. Father...ā Ursulaās voice trails off as the smile falls from just her eyes for a moment.Ā But after a quick twitchĀ ofĀ her neck, it reaches her eyes once more. āWell,Ā IādĀ like to keep it that way.āĀ
āI donāt think Iāll have any say over how toĀ upkeepĀ yourĀ familyāsĀ home,ā you say.Ā
āItās your family home now too, Little Dove,ā Ursula reminds you.Ā Ā
A small breath gets caught in yourĀ throat. āI-IāveĀ never had...āĀ
As your voice fades, UrsulaāsĀ ever presentĀ smirk turns down into something more sincere. āA family home? A family?āĀ
You nod, giving her a shrug. āIĀ havenātĀ lived the easiest life. I mean,Ā donātĀ get me wrong, this weekend has been the worst of it, but...I guessĀ thatāsĀ why I got through. I always just...get through it all, no matter what, by any meansĀ necessary.āĀ
āYou fight.āĀ
IĀ win.Ā IsĀ the thought that crosses your mind and...itāsĀ so much moreĀ direct of a voiceĀ thanĀ youāreĀ used to. What is this thing that hasĀ emergedĀ from the darkest recesses of your heart?Ā
āI do what I need,āĀ YouĀ sayĀ instead, steppingĀ behind a partition to change.Ā āIt will be nice to, um, just do what I want.āĀ
āOh, and you will.āĀ
As you change, UrsulaĀ starts to pace around the room,Ā fingers running over the dark wood of the molding on the walls. She clicks her teeth nervously, eyes darting to the door, before she locks it.Ā āThatĀ actually bringsĀ me to something important I wanted to talk to you about. Before theĀ ceremony and all that.āĀ
āOkay,ā you say nervously, shoulders tightening from the change inĀ her tone.Ā
āItāsĀ my brother,Ā you see. IĀ love him very much,Ā weāveĀ beenĀ together our whole lives, butĀ heās...heāsĀ not the kindest of men,ā she starts to explain,Ā approaching the partition so she can lower her voice. āYouĀ donātĀ have anything to worry about, trustĀ me when I say IĀ have never seen himĀ react to any woman the way he did the first time he saw you. No, see...he can be quite the violent man. HeĀ wasnātĀ allowed toĀ release thatĀ sideĀ tonight, but after youĀ officially join theĀ family,Ā youāllĀ learnĀ everything.Ā YouāllĀ be ableĀ to watch footage of pastĀ rituals, ifĀ you wanted.āĀ Ā
A sick thrillĀ shoots upĀ your spine at the idea. He was holding back today, only got to see you at your most monstrous, and the thought thatĀ there could be footage ofĀ him. Your hands start to shake as they pull theĀ dressĀ up your body.Ā Ā
What kind of sounds does he make when he lands a killing blow? What does the flex of his arms look like when heĀ swings a heavy weapon at his prey?Ā How handsome is he covered in someone elseās blood,Ā chestĀ heaving, looking down at them like a bugĀ heāsĀ about to squish...Ā
āAnyway,ā Ursula continues, breaking you out of your thoughts. āThe reasonĀ IāmĀ bringingĀ all this upĀ is because, well, I want you and I to be aĀ team,Ā of sorts.Ā Truthfully, I will admitĀ I was a littleĀ worriedĀ about the whole ārunning the world with my psycho brotherā thing.Ā DonātĀ get me wrong, I do love him, butĀ IāveĀ had toĀ reignĀ him in our whole lives. Now with you...I think that job will be much easier.āĀ
āYou want me to help you control him?ā YouĀ asksĀ suspiciously. A tightness forms in yourĀ chest. YouĀ donātĀ want to control this man who has just seen you at your ownĀ least controlled and loved it. He wants to save you, even after seeing yourĀ darkest ofĀ tendencies. How could you turn on him and not love him the same in return?Ā
āNo!Ā NoĀ itāsĀ not about control!ā UrsulaĀ says,Ā frustration in her tone. Her fingers grip at her temples, as she lets out a ragged sigh. āItāsĀ the opposite, really. IĀ donātĀ want to have to keep him in check anymore, but now that we have you, IĀ donātĀ thinkĀ weāllĀ have to.Ā YouāllĀ give him some light in his life, someone to careĀ aboutĀ doĀ the right thing for, withoutĀ having to be toldĀ to.Ā
We are about to control everything, have the most power in the world, do you have any idea what that means? Tides will rise and fall at ourĀ whims,Ā wars will begin and end at our words. Titus...well,Ā before you, I thought he could use this power toĀ possibly justĀ destroy the world, which would be soĀ boringĀ and pointless.āĀ
You brush down the fabric of the blackĀ dress, pulling it into place around your body, as you let out a sigh. When you step back around the partition, Ursulaās hand falls from her face, and her jaw drops.Ā Ā
āWow, you clean up very good,ā she says as her eyes rake down your body.Ā Ā
The black wedding gown fits you perfectly, long bell sleeves and mermaid tail making you look like some sort of demonic beauty from an old painting. You get a look at yourself in the long mirror at the other end of the room, and you know all at once that this is so much better than the white lacyĀ thingĀ youādĀ worn yesterday. You feel yourselfĀ standĀ up straighter, hold yourself higher. This is right. This is your true self.Ā
Ursula has the lightest tears pricking the corners of her eyes, asĀ she takes your hands in hers, thumb tapping her motherās ring that sits fitting perfectly on your left hand.Ā
āHow do you want me to help with Titus then?Ā Just when I can be free, IĀ have toĀ live my life only for him?ā You ask expectantly.Ā
āLive your life for yourself, butĀ donātĀ be afraid ofĀ him. Show him what the point of all thisĀ is,Ā what happiness truly is.Ā He sees something in you, and I thinkĀ I'mĀ starting to understand as well.Ā That ruthlessness I saw fromĀ you onĀ the field? Fuck, even I wasĀ kind of intoĀ it.Ā IĀ have never seen himĀ give a shitĀ forĀ anyone outside our family like I have seen him care for you tonight.Ā Ā
He was distraughtĀ atĀ theĀ idea that we would have to kill you, and when that loophole was revealed, I saw a fire ignite in him I have never seenĀ before. I trulyĀ donātĀ think anything will quell the brutality that he has in his soul, butĀ maybe youĀ can help me direct it.Ā You'reĀ getting a piece of thisĀ powerĀ too. Embrace it.āĀ
YouāreĀ taken aback by her words. You barely know this man. YouĀ donātĀ know him at all really, but from what she describes...you know you feel that way too.Ā He has seen inside your soul and loved it, andĀ with the tiniest glimpses of his, you know you could love him as well. This is the life meant for you. Everything before, all the hurt and the pain and the loneliness, the drifting through aimlessly, all the questioning of it all has been answered by him.Ā WithĀ this offer of joining and creating the most powerful family in the world.Ā
āI can do that, I want to... I want to be happy, for once.Ā And Titus...ā You squeeze her hands tight, biting yourĀ lipĀ to hold in your smile. āI think we can make each other very happy.āĀ
āGood,ā Ursula says with a satisfied smile.Ā āHere,ā she reaches behind her neck to unlatch the silver pentagram pendant that sits there. āYou need something borrowed.āĀ She steps into your space, nose to your cheek as she secures the clasp around your own neck, before settling her hands on your shoulders in a tight hug.Ā āI always wanted a sister. Between Titus and Father,Ā itāsĀ been difficult being the only woman at the top of the family.Ā You and I are going to makeĀ a great team.āĀ
You give her a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, as she finallyĀ lifts the lid of the hatbox. Your eyes widen as she lifts a black crown, encrusted with red jewels, and attached to a long black veil. The final piece to complete yourĀ ceremonialĀ ensemble.Ā Ā
The time for the Dark Wedding has come.Ā
+Ā
Ursula leads you down to the basement of theĀ Lodge, where floor to ceiling dark wood doors, engraved with a giant pentagram, are opened by two servants in dark purple robes, the hoods covering their faces.Ā YouāreĀ leadĀ down a stone stairwell, into a dark Chamber,Ā lit with orange fire on pilons carved into the shape of goat heads.Ā
The witnesses, members of other families, are all in their own purple robes with hidden faces, but you can still feel their eyes on you as you walk past. You can feel the envy radiating from them. Some want to kill you for their own seat on the High Council, some want to steal you away to marry you themselves. Several of the women wish itĀ wasĀ them who would be called Titus Danforthās Bride. ButĀ they knew there was nothing they could do when you and Titus had Mr. Le Bailās blessing.Ā Ā
YouĀ had wonĀ the game. At last.Ā
At the other end,Ā sitsĀ a lavish alter complete with a statue of Mr. Le Bail hanging from above, goat head motifs carved into the stonework of the wall, and an alter table covered in books, black candles, andĀ several ceremonial supplies. The Lawyer stands behind the table in an ornate black gown, wearing a smile and a horned headdress.Ā
In his hands is the contract book the Hunters had to sign. The book ofĀ rulesĀ Mr. Le Bail set forth for his rituals and games. He gives you a nod as youĀ descendĀ toward him.Ā
Next to him is Titus, who sucks in a breath, eyes soft and needy atĀ theĀ sight of you.Ā Ā
āYouāre beautiful, Little Lamb,ā he says inĀ a low voice.Ā
HeāsĀ in dark layered clothes,Ā a gray ascot around his neck, and black hunterās boots, with his hands crossed in front of him. His mouth drops open, eyes wide,Ā chestĀ visibly rising and falling as his eyes never leave the deep, penetrating stare into yours.Ā Ā
You feel yourĀ heart beatĀ speedĀ up,Ā you imagine the sound of it echoing off the walls. Your tongue darts out to lick at your bottom lip, andĀ thatāsĀ the only moment that Titusās eyes lingerĀ toĀ anywhere else.Ā
Ursula guides you up the steps of theĀ alter, taking her place behind youĀ as,Ā the Lawyer hands you andĀ TitusĀ matching silver bands.Ā The LawyerĀ instructs you both to put them on each other, thenĀ takes your left hand in his.Ā
āWe gather here under the light of the full moon, surrounded byĀ the fires provided by Mr. Le Bail, so join these twoĀ souls in eternal connection.āĀ
He brings your hand close to him, and with a sharp, black blade he etches a small cut on the lower part of your palm. Your eyes stay on Titus who looksĀ onĀ with delight as youĀ donātĀ even flinch. A few droplets or your bloodĀ areĀ spilled into an ornate gold goblet, and the Lawyer directs you to keep your hand out as he repeats the action with Titusās left hand.Ā
One the blood is mixed in the goblet, the Lawyer brings your hands together, matching the wounds so your blood joinsĀ his, and you hiss at the touch. Not at the pain, no. There is no pain.Ā
YouĀ hissĀ from the sudden electric spark that bursts out as your soul is connected toĀ his. Your lips drop open, your eyes flutter, and Titus gently jerks you closer to him as his fingersĀ intertwineĀ with yours.Ā
The Lawyer wraps a black silk scarf around both of your hands and ties it off, keeping you two locked together, before picking the goblet up and holding it above you with both his hands.Ā
āDo you swear on Satanās name to take Mr.Ā TitusĀ ChesterĀ Danforth to be yours, through fires of hell in this life and the next?āĀ Ā
āI swear.ā You say without hesitation, your voice barely yours, distant and echoing as your eyes hood over, and you feel Titus tug you ever closer, until your breath mixes with his. āI promise to be yours.āĀ
You watch his lips twitch up in a smile,Ā almost likeĀ a little boy who opened the one singular present he wanted on his birthday. Has he been dreaming of you? Have youĀ beenĀ his wishĀ since before he knew you were waiting?Ā
āDo you swear on Satanās name to take the former Mrs.Ā Le Domas to be yours, through the fires of hell in this life and the next?āĀ
A needy squeal escapes your mouth as you are suddenly jerked forward, hard, so your body is met right up against the hard muscle of Titusās. He towers over, looking down with a hunger he knows is finally going to be sated.Ā His lips are hairs away from yours as he says his vows.Ā āI swear. I will never let another person touch you, harm you. I will never let your power be taken again. IĀ swear to give you the world. All of it.āĀ
The Lawyer hands you both a matching set of black and gold pens and opens Mr. Le Bailās book to an empty page. You watch as flames appear on the paper, writing out your contract to both Le BailĀ and the Danforth family. You feel a stinging in your hand as you bring the pen down to the page, a moment of hesitation.Ā
YouāreĀ about to sell your soul. For all the power over the world. ForĀ a marriage to a man who sort of scares you but thrills you more than anyoneĀ youāveĀ ever met in your life.Ā
ButĀ what evenĀ was your life before, anyway? Lonely, poor, an upbringing of abuse, no sense of a real family or home? You can haveĀ everything. YouĀ willĀ have everything.Ā
You sign the page. Titus signsĀ immediatelyĀ after, with much less hesitation.Ā None, actually.Ā
āByĀ the allĀ mighty powers of Satan, Lucifer, Mr. Le Bail, you two are now one. The Danforth Family is therefore restored to the High Seat, to be shared by youĀ three.āĀ
A surprised smirk flashes over Titusās face.Ā ItĀ doesnātĀ even fall when the Lawyer hands Mr. Le Bailās gold ring to Ursula, who slips it onto her middle finger with a pleased expression.Ā
YouĀ hadnātĀ been expecting that.Ā Of courseĀ the twins would share as they are bothĀ headĀ of the family, but you...of course.Ā YouāreĀ the matriarch of the Danforths. If heirs to the family are to be made, they would come through you.Ā In giving yourself to Titus, to the contract of Mr. Le Bail, you have gained all the power of the world.Ā
āYou may kiss your Bride. Hail Satan!āĀ
Titus surges forward, capturing your lips inĀ hisĀ with a deep moan, as the other families chant in celebration of your dark union. His grip on your hand tightens, as his other one slips around your back, sliding down to the curve of your ass. You whimper into the kiss, biting at his bottom lip, as your own handĀ goes to the back of his neck, tuggingĀ roughly atĀ the little curls of his hair.Ā
The sound of Ursulaās excited clapping breaks you from your stupor, reminding you both of your audience. In truth, Titus would take you right now, tear your clothes into shreds and fuck you on the alter right in front of everyone and Mr. Le Bail himself.Ā
He and Ursula never thought they would marry. It all seemed too complicated with the deadly rituals involved. Why get attached to someone outside the family when they may have to hunt them? WhenĀ they hadĀ each other anyway?Ā FatherĀ always emphasized the importance of keeping power in their familyās hands.Ā
But now Titus has you. Truly has you. You belong to him and he belongs to you as well.Ā
His hunger has only grown. His need to show you what a good husband he can be, how you have given this power to the right man, to the right family. He wants to take you in every way, show you what true pleasure can be. Erase any memory you have of that stupidĀ LeĀ Domas boy whoĀ couldnātĀ find the wits to see what value you hold. Who was afraid of the monster you haveĀ inside.Ā
Titus has no desire to tame that monster. He wants to free her.Ā
YouĀ breatheĀ into each otherās mouths as the kiss is finally broken, and he turns triumphantly to the witnesses.Ā
āHail Satan!āĀ
The chants continue, as Ursula giggles behind you. āAwe, you two are so cute. AndĀ kind of gross. ButĀ IāmĀ happy for you!āĀ
āIām happy for all of us,ā you say, taking one of her hands inĀ yours.Ā
The Lawyer unwraps you and Titus from the silk, and offers the scarf to Titus, who takes it with a slightĀ winkĀ your direction. You can only imagine theĀ dirty plans he has for that later. You want toĀ know.Ā You wish you could read into his mind and see everything he wants from you, to show you all over your most depraved fantasies as well.Ā
Titus leans down, placing a kiss just under your ear, theĀ scratching of his stubble sends a tingle of excitement through your skin. āAre you ready, Little Lamb?āĀ
YouĀ donātĀ trust your voice to not give away to everyone just how needy and desperate you are for him, though that kiss might have been evidence enough. You bite your lip and nod as yourĀ response, andĀ allow him to whisk you away.Ā
+Ā
Your journey to TitusāsĀ quartersĀ on theĀ topĀ floor is buzzing with promise and arousal. You can feel yourself dripping between your thighs as he pushes you up against the wall of the elevator, and you lean up expecting a kiss, but are met with his hand to yourĀ throatĀ instead.Ā
The way your eyes light up is likeĀ youāveĀ passed someĀ testĀ with him. HeĀ isnātĀ squeezing or anything, just holding you there with a strong hand around your neck.Ā His breath is hot on yours, lips just out of reach for aĀ kiss,Ā his eyes blown out dark but hooded. You can see him holding back, can feel it in the tension of his body up against yours.Ā
His free hand trails down between your bodies, petting down the soft fabric of your wedding dressing over your belly, then between your legs. Your breathĀ hitches, then releases in a soft moan as he presses two fingers forward, and even through two layers of fabric he can feel how wet you are. His face breaks into a smileĀ
āThis new, or have I left you like this since the woods, my little Lamb?ā His voice is rough, a deep, sexy tone filled with teasing.Ā
āS-sinceĀ the woods,ā you say honestly. Why lie? When youĀ knowĀ youāreĀ about to get exactly what you want?Ā
āFuck,ā Titus groans. āWhat a terrible man I am, leaving my sweet girl in this state for all this time.āĀ
You let out a breathless laugh,Ā reaching between your bodies to grip at the hard bulgeĀ youāveĀ felt against your leg. āAnd what a terrible wife I am to have left you like this.āĀ
He grunts, pushing his hips into your hand, curving his fingers up at the same time, and catching your whine into his mouth.Ā Ā
The elevator dings, interruptingĀ the heat of the moment.Ā Ā
His hand leaves your neck and before you know it,Ā youāveĀ been swept up in his strong arms, as he carries you to the bedroom. You laugh, peppering kisses all over the side of his face, and onceĀ youāreĀ through theĀ threshold, you squirm out of his grasp,Ā grabbing atĀ him anywhere you can to take him to the bed. You yelp as the backs of your knees hit the end, sending you toppling backwardsĀ on the soft mattress.Ā You ruck your dress up to let him step between your legs, but he stops you once it reaches your waist.Ā
āDonāt rush, my lamb, donāt rush,ā Titus says with an amused laugh, kneeling with one leg on the bed. āWe can go slow. We have forever now, and you...youāveĀ been through a lot in two days.āĀ
āFuck that,ā you scoff, scratching your hands up hisĀ chest. āLast night, well the other night, after the wedding with Alex, I was expecting to get fucked good. And instead, I got almost killed. A lot. NowĀ IāmĀ aĀ newly wedĀ again, and IĀ wonātĀ have this wedding night unsatisfied again.āĀ
Titusās brow raises,Ā Amusing. His fingers brush into your hair, gentle at first, until they grip tight and pull your head back, exposing your neck to him. āYou want to get fucked good?āĀ
āYes.āĀ Your voice is desperate, broken, filled with a desireĀ youāreĀ pretty sureĀ youāreĀ experiencing for the first time.Ā Your nails dig into his jacket,Ā fuck all these stupid layers, and you shove it down his shoulders. You rip through his clothes, delighting at the sounds of seams tearing, tossing fabricĀ every which wayĀ untilĀ youāveĀ got him in nothingĀ but his pants,Ā finally giving you a view of his strong body.Ā
HeāsĀ built exactly as you thought, all toned muscle and thick arms, light skin littered with freckles like stars in the night sky.Ā HeāsĀ beautiful.Ā You want to bite him all over, latch your teeth to every part of hisĀ chestĀ until the indentsĀ never leave, untilĀ youāveĀ scarred him as your own. You want him to doĀ the sameĀ toĀ you.Ā
He pulls you back into another biting kiss, his sharp teeth latch onto your bottomĀ lip,Ā you moan at the feeling of the skin breaking,Ā andĀ the metallic sourness of your blood fills your mouth. Titus groans, sucking on yourĀ lipĀ to drink it,Ā as his hands slide up your back, to the clasp on your dress.Ā It catches, and he lets out a frustrated sound halfway between and grunt and a whine, as he starts to tear the dress apart.Ā
āMmm!āĀ youĀ whine, pulling back from the kiss, lips red and swollen and eyes wet, your eyeliner and mascara starting to run.Ā YouāreĀ filthy already, and Titus meets your look with an animalistic grin. But you simply pout. āDonātĀ ruin the dress, Ti.āĀ
āI can buy you ten more exactly like it, itās in my fucking way.āĀ
āYouāre not ruining this one,ā you spit back. HeĀ doesnātĀ get it, but you know you have the old wedding dress, stained with a dozen peopleās blood, waiting in your room.Ā MaybeĀ youāllĀ put them both onĀ displayĀ inĀ wherever it isĀ youāreĀ going to live now, as a shrine to your power, your win ofĀ bothĀ games. āIt has sentimental valueĀ to me now.āĀ
Before he has the chanceĀ toĀ argueĀ again, you use your strength to lock your legs aroundĀ him, andĀ force him around on his back on the bed. You sit up straight, straddling his lap, and you can feel his dick twitch even through his pants below you. HisĀ chestĀ rises with a deep breath,Ā wildĀ smile breaking out on his face, tongueĀ darting out to lick his lips.Ā
āFuck, youāre so strong, thatās the girl I saw out there,ā Titus says in amazement.Ā Ā
You look down proudly. No manĀ youāveĀ ever been with has looked at you like this,Ā spoken ofĀ you like this, likeĀ youāreĀ something sacred, something to be worshipped. Hell,Ā youāreĀ not even the sameĀ personĀ any of those stupid boys dealt with. Something awoke in you over thisĀ weekend,Ā something can never beĀ sent to slumber again.Ā
āDo not ruin my wedding dress, Mr. Danforth.āĀ
His lips purse together, holding down a smirk, and he looks up at you through his brow, impatiently, boyishly...bratty.Ā āWhatever you say,Ā Mrs. Danforth.āĀ
The name excites you more than you thought it would.Ā
You reach up behindĀ your back, finding the clasp of your dress, and your nimble fingers are able to easily break it open.Ā You grin as you watch Titusās mouth fall open. He looksĀ simplyĀ parched.Ā ThereāsĀ somethingĀ very arousing about having such a powerful and dangerous man hungry and desperate beneath you.Ā
āHelp me with the zipper?Ā Gently.ā You ask with a pout. He gives a subtle nod to his head, sitting up straight as his hands find their way to your back, sliding the zipperĀ down slowly.Ā Ā
Titus groans at the sight of your tits nearly spilling out of the satin bra, and he can feel the drool start to form under his tongue. He wantsĀ to biteĀ them,Ā he wants to suck on your nipples while you bounce on his cock.Ā
You shimmy the sleeves of the dress down off yourĀ arms, andĀ then direct his hands to pull the dress upĀ off ofĀ yourĀ body, beforeĀ you carefullyĀ toss the dress to a chaiseĀ off to the side.Ā
āYouāre so beautiful,ā Titus says,Ā almost unconsciously, voice soft and breathless as his eyes wander over the view of your body.Ā HisĀ fingertipsĀ trace over your skin whereĀ darkĀ bruises and healing cuts are littered. The evidence of yourĀ abilityĀ to survive, proof that you are the woman worthy of Titus Danforth, of theĀ whole world. Still, it bothers Titus to see suchĀ damage done toĀ hisĀ bride. āIf I could kill them all over again for doing this to you, I would.āĀ
āCareful, this one,ā YouĀ warnĀ in a playful tone, pointing to a light scratch on your rib, āwas caused by your sister.āĀ
Titus cringes. āWell, it will never happen again, notĀ by our hands.āĀ
You pout. āBut what if I wantĀ youĀ toĀ markĀ me up?āĀ
His eyes snap up to yours, hips jerking up unexpectedly. āLamb...āĀ
āWhat?ā You whine. āWhat if I want you to scratch me, and bite me, and mark me asĀ yours?āĀ
He doesnāt give you a chance to continue, beforeĀ you know it, youāre the one on your back again, with Titus kissing and licking his way down your body, over every remnant of your fights. He bites his way through your bra, sharp teeth ripping it in half, and you gasp, cuntĀ aching at the show of desperation. The sound he lets out at the sight of your bareĀ breasts,Ā can only be described as devastatinglyĀ hungry.Ā Ā
He licks his lips before latching onto your left breast, sucking on your nipple, biting it lightly, pulling needy whimpers from your lips.Ā When he pinchesĀ the other one between his fingers, you release aĀ high pitchedĀ moan, and you can feel a spike of heat between yourĀ legs,Ā juices drip on your thighs.Ā
āOh fuck,Ā Titus,ā you whimper, one hand flying to grip onto his curls, the other slamming on the bed, fingers twisting in the soft sheet, doing anything to find purchase to ground you.Ā Ā
He moans around you, and your back arches up into him as he tugs your nipple with his teeth before releasing, only to repeat the same actions on your other one.Ā HeādĀ stay here all nightĀ if heĀ wasnātĀ so desperate to fuck you, to devour you in every way.Ā
His hand dips between your legs when he feels them start to shake,Ā slipping into the lace panties, and he groans into your skin at the wetness he finds. It coats his fingers, already dripping through your panties and practically pooling on the bed.Ā
It takes him a second to rip your panties to pieces, unwrapping his prize.Ā Ā
āThere she is,ā he mumbles,Ā voiceĀ filled with awe.Ā
āTitus,ā you groan, sitting up on your elbows. āYou said you were going to fuck me.āĀ
And he loves yourĀ impatience,Ā your petulance.Ā YouāreĀ so much like him.Ā
Titus doesnāt quicken his actions, though, heās not ready to get rid of that frustrated fire in your eyes. He doesnāt feel like it.Ā InsteadĀ he slinks down the bed,Ā grabbing you roughly by the ankles to yank your body down with him. He laughs at the small yelp youĀ let out,Ā at the widening of your eyes at his show ofĀ strength, andĀ thenĀ throws your legs donw to grab your wrists instead.Ā
āYou think youāre going to tell me what to do?ā His voiceĀ isnātĀ as playful as before.Ā
ButĀ heāsĀ not met with fear from you, exactly as he expected.Ā āWouldnātĀ dream of it.āĀ
You look up at him with even more hunger and determination than before.Ā When he releases your wrists, you make quick work of his pants, nipping and biting at his lower stomach, humming into his skin.Ā
He helps you strip him of the last of his layers, and your heart skips when you finally get the full look at him, at his thick cockĀ thatāsĀ already leaking at the tip. Your pussy clenches, your nails scratch hard down his strong thighs, digging into the skin enough to leave angry red lines, and youĀ kind of wantĀ to run them down again, cut him open, lick up his blood on your way to his cock.Ā
But he tips you up with two fingers under your chin, waiting until you look into his eyes again before he wraps that hand around your jaw.Ā He brushes his thumb over the cut on your lip, then dips it into your mouth. Your pupils are blown black as you suck on him, wishingĀ itĀ wasĀ his cock filling yourĀ throatĀ instead.Ā
āIām not a gentle man.āĀ
āGood.ā And you hardly recognize your own voice,Ā wantonĀ and syrupy and needy.Ā YouāveĀ only just learned how much you love when itĀ isnātĀ gentle, whenĀ youāreĀ pushed to the limits of your body. You need him to make you feel that way again. āDonātĀ be gentle.Ā Take me, Titus, like in the woods. I know you were holding back.Ā Fuck me like you want to, likeĀ IāmĀ yours.āĀ
āYou are fuckingĀ mine,ā he snarls, shoving your head back, then follows it up by quickly turning you onto your stomach.Ā Ā
He crawls over your body, kicking your legs apart, and pushing down on your lower back untilĀ youāreĀ arched beautifully for him, ass in the air, pussyĀ drippingĀ and clenching from the emptiness.Ā Ā
ThereāsĀ fresh scabs on your back, from whereĀ youādĀ scratched it open on the metal gate asĀ youādĀ tried to escape the Le Domas propertyĀ inĀ your first wedding. Titusās handĀ covers them completely, and you moan in a combination of pain and pleasure as he grips you hard enough to leave a bruise. The shape his hand covers the marks caused byĀ others,Ā heāllĀ reshape every wound into a mark of love from himĀ
āPlease,ā you whine, voice muffled slightly by the sheet. āPlease, Titus, just fuāahh!āĀ
He cuts you off with the rough slamming of his cock inside, every inch filling you instantly, until you feelĀ his hips against you. āWhat was that, Baby?āĀ
YouĀ donātĀ have it in you to snark back to him, not when you finally feel so full. All you can respond with isĀ a stilted, broken scream into the bed, as Titus pullsĀ outĀ and then fucks back in,Ā slow rough strokes that take your breath away.Ā
But thatĀ wonātĀ do forĀ Titus,Ā he wants to hear you, wants to knowĀ how good he makes you feel.Ā As he starts to fuck you harder, quicken his pace, he grabs you by the back of your head, turning so your cheek is pressed to the bed instead, and every sound you make echoes around the room.Ā
āThatās it, little Lamb, letĀ me hear you,ā Titus groans. His fingers rake down your back, over every bruise, as he fucks you at a brutal pace.Ā
All you can do is scream, eyes running with tears, body on a sweet, delicious fire,Ā as you allow yourself to be used, to justĀ feel,Ā everything.Ā
With one hand,Ā TitusĀ grabs your arms and twists them behind yourĀ backĀ locking you in, completely at his mercy.Ā With the other he reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clit. āTell me how much you like it.āĀ
āFuck,ā you whine, the new angle it creates on your body sending bolts of pleasure up your spine.Ā You stillĀ donātĀ really knowĀ whatāsĀ come over you, what thing has woken inside you, what insatiable hungry envelopes your veryĀ soul, but you feel in this moment that Titus is the only one who could ever feed it. āFucking,Ā loveĀ it.āĀ
YouĀ donātĀ have to look at him to knowĀ heāsĀ smiling, can feel it in the tone of his voice when he responds, āYeah,Ā thatāsĀ fucking right.Ā Tell me.āĀ
He rubs circles on your clit, leans down to kiss up your spine, settling on yourĀ shoulder where his teeth bite down, hard, the skin breaking as you moan. He licks at the wound,Ā sucking onĀ it until a red and angry mark is left.Ā
āLove the way your cock feels,ā you whimper,Ā āFeel so fuckingĀ full. Feel...oh fuckĀ IāmĀ gonnaā"Ā
Your legs start to shake, vision blurring as ultimate pleasure over takes you, and with a shout of his name, youāre coming, cunt clenching down on his cock as he fucks you through it. Your shouts turn into light grunts, TitusĀ doesnātĀ let up for a second, as wave after wave of yourĀ orgasmĀ rushes through your body.Ā
For a moment, you think you might pass out, only his voice comes in close to your ear, anchoring you to reality. āThatāsĀ itĀ Little Lamb, give in to me.āĀ
The warmth of his body leaves as you start to come back to yourself, and he sits up, fingers leaving your overstimulated clit to grab your ass instead. His eyes dart down, watching where his cock enters your body, mesmerized by his own movements.Ā Ā
HeāsĀ distracted, you can tell, studying the way you feel inside, how your pussy welcomes him, warm and wet, fitting him like a glove. Has he everĀ had itĀ this good?Ā
YouĀ start to struggle against hisĀ grip, andĀ finally manage toĀ get your arms out of his grasp, and you twist your torso, grabbing him by the chin to pull him intoĀ a snarling kiss. You want to show him you can fuck him good too, you can free all the tension from his body with pleasure.Ā
Your hand comes down on his cheek in a cracklingĀ slap!Ā andĀ the shock of it sends him reeling.Ā He pulls out, falling back with a wild smile, mouth red from your blood, and your body shivers with glee. YouĀ go toĀ hit him again, but he catches you, pulling you towards him, mouth latching onto your neck. You let him kiss you there, suck another mark into your skin over one left by someone else, but when he goes to move again, you scratch down hisĀ chest.Ā
The nails finally break theĀ skinĀ and he groans at the feeling, puffing out his chest for you to do it again.Ā HeāsĀ justĀ as muchĀ yoursĀ asĀ you are his, after all.Ā
āYeah, Baby, mark me up.āĀ Titus pants, an adorable pink blush crawls up his skin.Ā
But you have other plans.Ā You slap him again, giggling at the petulant smile he gives you. Instead of scratching him up, like he so clearly wants, you useĀ all ofĀ your strengthĀ to shove his body down on the bed.Ā
He looks absolutely delighted when you climb on his lap, and he reaches up to grab you, but you fight to press his wrists to the bed. His hips jerk up, cock leaking out, your strengthĀ driving him wild. This is what heĀ wanted,Ā this is who he imagined watching the footage of you besting your would-be murderers.Ā Ā
āStay,ā you command, voice low and dark, as you release his wrists.Ā
The expression on his face as he willfully does what heās told,Ā as you sink down onto his cock again,Ā can only be described as animalistic,Ā devoted.Ā Ā
You whimper as you sink down, untilĀ youāreĀ all the way on his lap,Ā and the tow of you moan in unison.Ā You test a roll of your hips,Ā gasping at the feeling, pressing your hands onto Titusās strongĀ chestĀ for balance.Ā
āTouch me,ā you request in a whisper,Ā startingĀ a slow pace.Ā
TitusĀ doesnātĀ need to be told twice, hands flying to your hips as he plants his feet, meeting your every movement.Ā He grunts at each upward thrust of his hips,Ā eyes darting between yours and the slight bounce of your tits.Ā ThereāsĀ already hickeys forming around your nipples, and he licks his lips at the thought of making more.Ā Ā
All he wants is more, wants his hands everywhere, his mouth and his tongue and his teeth, wants to devour you. A small part of him wants to tear up every shrine in the Danforth homes to rebuild them all to you.Ā
āLove the way your hands feel,ā You whimper, guiding those very hands to grab your breasts, as you roll your hips down onto his cock. āSo strong, so rough,Ā wishĀ I could see what you can really do with them. Wish you were allowed to kill those fuckers out in the game today.āĀ
āBelieve me,Ā fuck,ā Titus groans, snapping his hips up into you. āI would have torn them apart to get to you.Ā Would have ripped their limbs off and bathed in their blood to get to you.āĀ
āFuck,ā yourĀ body speeds up, pussy clenching at the thought.Ā Your mind races and your voice is breathless as you moan out,Ā āI want to see it. I want to see you feral and brutal.Ā Fuck,Ā Titus, wanna see you fight for me.āĀ
He rears up at your words, bringing yourĀ chestĀ to his face as you bounce on his cock.Ā āIādĀ killĀ a hundred people for you, my baby.āĀ
YouĀ rakeĀ your fingers through his hair, whimpering when his mouth finds your nipple again,Ā and you hiss when he bites down.Ā You claw at his back, and you know the skin isĀ breaking atĀ the way Titus hisses into your skin.Ā You kiss his temple,Ā down his cheek, and then dip your tongue into his mouth.Ā
AndĀ thereāsĀ a moment, the two of you breathing deep into each otherās mouths, eyes blownĀ dark and wideĀ andĀ staring deeply into each otherās souls, where everything fades away. Itās nothing but heat and fire andĀ bloodĀ andĀ youĀ feel...powerful. You feel valued. You feelĀ loved.Ā
Titus licks up from yourĀ chestĀ to your neck, the trail of his tongue leaving goosebumps in its path. āIād burn this whole world down for you.āĀ
You suck in a breath, bodyĀ going still. Those words more than anything, with the real power behind them, should terrify you. They should be the final straw to break you out of this trance, to stop all this and fuckingĀ run.Ā
But you kiss Titus instead, moaning and whimpering into his mouth, holding him tight and close, as your bodies mold into one. HeĀ flips you over, back landing on the bed, and he pushes your legsĀ practically upĀ to your ears.Ā
Everything from there is a blur of biting and licking and screaming. He leaves angry marks all over your neck and yourĀ chest, while you bite and scratch him all over in return.Ā Your cries of pleasure echo through the halls of the Lodge,Ā probably keepingĀ up every single person who dared to stay the night.Ā YourĀ throatĀ is filled with a scratchy pain fromĀ the screams, butĀ thereāsĀ nothing you can do to stop them.Ā
Titusās handĀ roughly graspsĀ your face, keeping your eyes on him as he fucks you harder. āWanna come again, little lamb?āĀ
āYes,Ā please,ā you cry out, body contracting, back arching.Ā Ā
And he cracks a satisfied grin at just how lost in it you are.Ā But Titus knows heĀ hasnātĀ got much more hold left inĀ him,Ā itāsĀ taken everything in him to hold it out this long.Ā He reaches his hand down between your legs, fucking your harder as he rubs your clit, swallowing every whimper and moan you release into his mouth.Ā
āCome on, baby,ā Titus grunts, losing his rhythm. āComeĀ forĀ me.Ā Give me what I want.āĀ
Your vision whites out again, hands gripping hard to his biceps, leaving moon shaped indents into his pink skin.Ā āTitusāāĀ Ā
āYeah,ā Titus pants into your mouth,Ā handĀ slipping to wrap around your throat,Ā pride and pleasure swelling in his bellyĀ when you clench around his cock. āYeah.āĀ
With one final scream, your body convulses, juices spurting from your pussy as your second orgasm of the night rips through you, heightening every touch thatĀ remainsĀ from your husband.Ā Your eyes roll back until they shut, tears prickling the edges.Ā
āFuck, thatās it, thatās what I fucking want,ā Titus moans. HeĀ canātĀ stop the loud, whiny chants that escape from his mouth as he fucks you through it.Ā āGonna come, little lamb, gonna make you mine.āĀ
He braces himself with one hand on the bed, as he suddenly pulls out, crying out your name as heĀ jerks his cock, moaning as he finally lets himself come, thick ropesĀ of spunk decorating your tummy, marking you for the final time.Ā
TheĀ whole worldĀ slows down for a moment, only the sounds of your breaths filling your ears. When you finally open your eyes,Ā heāsĀ looking down at you the same as he has all day, like you are theĀ answer toĀ every prayer heās sold his soul for.Ā
Titus leans down, placing anĀ almost tooĀ gentle kissĀ toĀ your cheek. āTold youĀ IādĀ be the one toĀ get you.āĀ
Tears flow down your cheeks, tracks circling around the sleepy, giddy smile youāre left with.Ā You feel absolutely spent,Ā almost floating away, everyĀ part of you that was marked by Titusās teeth and hands and tongue is glowing.Ā Ā
HeāsĀ still holding himself above you with one hand firmly on the bed, bicep flexed from the effort of strength, and he looks just as fucked out as you. HisĀ gaze glides down your body,Ā taking inventory of every placeĀ he made you his.Ā Ā
āTitus,ā you finally whine, wanting his full attention back. Your voice is raw,Ā throatĀ soreĀ from theĀ screaming. āThat wasā"Ā
āShh,ā he hushes, finally letting himself fall to the side, resting on his elbow, while his fingers ghost over your skin. āI know, Baby,Ā but take it easy for me.āĀ
You hum and nod, curling up into his side. You feel him turn away for a moment, and look up to see him on his phone, expression impatient and stern.Ā
āRun a bath, hot but not scorching, same things you usedĀ before, and I better not see any of you in there. Set it up then get the fuck out.Ā Thank you.āĀ
You raise a brow. āWhat was that?āĀ
āWanna take care of you, butĀ donātĀ wanna be disturbed.Ā TheyĀ donātĀ get to see my new wife like this,ā Titus says, and atĀ firstĀ you thinkĀ heāsĀ playing, but the look in his eyeĀ says heĀ means business.Ā HeāsĀ not sharing anyĀ part of you with anyone tonight.Ā
āYouāre so considerate,ā you say, sitting up to give him a kiss. āI donāt think Iāve ever been fucked that good.āĀ
His lips press into aĀ proudĀ smirk. āWell, get used to it, Little Lamb.Ā IĀ donātĀ ever do anything halfway.āĀ
ItāsĀ not long until he gets the notification that your bath is ready, and he carries you all the way across the hall to the lavish bathroom, even fancier than the oneĀ youādĀ been bathed in beforeĀ yourĀ wedding.Ā Ā
He carefully places you down in the water, inĀ bathtubĀ that might as well be called a miniĀ pool, andĀ grabs the same soaps and salves that had been used to clean away your wounds earlier. His rough, calloused hands, that had held you down and gripped you so hard they left heavier bruises, were miraculously gentle as theyĀ wipedĀ you down.Ā Ā
YouāreĀ both quiet as he cleans you, stripping away any final remnants of injuriesĀ youādĀ acquiredĀ from the others, leaving only memories of the onesĀ heādĀ left in pleasure.Ā You almost wonder how this man, who touches you like some precious treasure, can do such brutal things. YouĀ canātĀ wait to see how.Ā
As heĀ finishes upĀ your care, and takes you back to bed, the final lingering thought on your mind, as you fall asleep in his arms, is that this brute, this dangerous, violent man, is all yours.Ā
+Ā
YouĀ canātĀ think of the last time you had aĀ full serviceĀ breakfastĀ in bed.Ā
Actually, no,Ā youāveĀ never had this.Ā
Just as you were waking up,Ā nudeĀ body covered in bruises and scratch marks and love bites, hidden mostly by the black silk sheet of Titusās bed, aĀ row of servants trailed in with silver serving carts ofĀ just about everyĀ classic breakfast food you could imagine.Ā
The smell is what stirs you, and you hum as you rub the sleep from your eyes, smiling up at Titus who is already sitting up against the headboard. HisĀ body is mostly on display, modesty only barely covered by the corner of the sheet, butĀ heāsĀ got a leg propped up, elbow resting on his knee, andĀ heāsĀ lighting a cigar as he directs the servantsĀ where to leave everything.Ā
āGood morning,Ā Mrs. Danforth,ā Titus muses, tapping the ashes off the end of the cigar into a crystal plate sitting on his bedside table.Ā Ā
āGood morning,Ā Mr. Danforth,ā you smile sleepily up at him,Ā left hand crawling up hisĀ chest.Ā Ā
The sheet slips off yourĀ body,Ā so more of your bare backĀ shows toĀ the last servant still on his way out of the room, and Titusās smileĀ falls into a scowlĀ when he catches the servantās eyes rake up and downĀ yourĀ bare skin. āLeave.āĀ
The servantās eyes widen in fear, and they scurry quickly out of the room, shutting the door behind them. You chuckle, tapping your fingers over theĀ still angry bite marks on Titusās neck. āYou know, Iām pretty sure everyone in the whole compound heard us last nightāwell, this morning.āĀ
āFine with me,ā Titus says triumphantly, then echoes his words from last night.Ā āBut thatĀ doesnāt mean they get to see it.āĀ
āYouāre a very jealous man, arenāt you?ā You ask,Ā settling upĀ next to him, peppering kisses to hisĀ neck and cheek. āDonātĀ like it when others play with your toys?āĀ
He blows out the smoke of the cigar away from you, smirking. āYouāreĀ not a toy, Little Lamb.āĀ
āDonāt you forget it,āĀ you hum.Ā You plant a quick, chaste kiss to his lips, before rolling over to survey your many breakfast options. āWow,Ā itāsĀ so fancy,Ā itāsĀ likeĀ IāmĀ at a hotel.āĀ
āIt is a hotel, my dear,ā Titus chuckles, butĀ heāsĀ not teasing or patronizing you, no,Ā heāsĀ showing off.Ā Ā
āOh right,ā you say with a shrug, settling on a piece of toast with strawberry jam to start with.Ā Ā
Titusās eyes watch the way the jam runs down your chin, and how your tongue licks it up, aĀ chill running through him as it reminds himĀ of yourĀ blood filledĀ kisses from last night.Ā
āSo, where should we go tonight?ā He asks.Ā
āWhat do you mean?āĀ
āWell,ā he grunts, stamping out the cigar on the plate, andĀ scooting down the bed to join you, to take back some of your body heat again. āWeāreĀ newly weds,ā he starts, pressing soft kisses to the back of your shoulder. āAnd as unconventional as our matrimony may be,Ā weĀ stillĀ get aĀ honeymoon, donāt we?āĀ
āWhat did you have in mind?āĀ
Titus clicks his tongue. āNo, no, no,Ā thisĀ is aboutĀ what you want.Ā We can go anywhere you wish, and we can honeymoon for as long as you like.Ā Let Ursula handle the exchange ofĀ power,Ā thatāsĀ the boring part anyway.āĀ
A giddy smile forms on your face. āWell, I was looking forward to the Le Domas ancestral home in France that Alex was going to take me to. AndĀ I believe itĀ is legally mine now.āĀ
āLittle Lamb, even if itĀ wasnātĀ yours, I would make it.āĀ
āHmm,ā you smile, licking some of the jam off your spoon before meeting his lips in a kiss. āThere is something else...Alex had promisedĀ weādĀ join the mile high club on our way there.Ā I know you just saidĀ youāreĀ not much into public sex...āĀ
āActually,Ā I said I donāt want people to see you,ā Titus retorts, licking the little bit of jamĀ that had trickled onto your chin.Ā āSo,Ā thank the devil you now own several private jets, I think that wish can be fulfilled.āĀ
Your cunt pulses at the thought, thighs twitching and rubbing together.Ā The fact that onlyĀ days ago, the idea of you on a private jet, sipping champagne and getting fucked out of your mind by some hot, rich older man would have just been a fantasy. NowĀ itāsĀ your whole itinerary for the evening.Ā
āIām so glad I chose you,ā you muse, running your fingers into his soft, silver hair.Ā Not just for the riches, butĀ theĀ freedom. The ability to do whatever you want, be whatever you truly are, and have a man who is obsessed with you forĀ it.Ā
āAs am I,ā Titus says, as though he can read your mind. Giving you the worldĀ isnātĀ a metaphor for him,Ā after all.Ā
āIāmĀ so glad I won that stupid Hide and Seek game. There was one second, when Alex had me on the alter table, about to sacrifice me, when I thought, fuck, I should just give up,ā you confess.Ā āBut then something just...something was roaring inside me, telling me IĀ canātĀ let them win. I had to makeĀ it,Ā IādĀ come so close. And even after all the shit last night,Ā you makeĀ it so fucking worth it.āĀ
A small muscle in Titusās cheek twitches, and his smile drops into a frown. He had seen on the security footage that it was indeed Alex Le Domas who was the final one to try to sacrifice you, andĀ youādĀ fought back like hell to win.Ā What an idiot, that stupid boy was. But his mistake is now Titusās triumph.Ā
Yet still, there is a pit in Titusās stomach thatĀ hasnātĀ been resolved.Ā HeāsĀ known inside and out the rules ofĀ the LeĀ DomasāsĀ Hide and Seek his whole life.Ā He knows the ins and outs of every High Council Familyās rituals, his father made sure of it.Ā Titus and Ursula trained from early childhood to be winners of any violent game they were put in, especially their own.Ā
ItāsĀ partĀ ofĀ the reason he and Ursula neverĀ committed toĀ seriousĀ relationships, andĀ put all their focus into keepingĀ the family strong as it is, as their birthright as twins.Ā Ā
But looking at you, entering this new state of being, finding your true self because of another High Familyās failing, andĀ yetĀ still in the dark of this world you now rule. TitusĀ doesnātĀ likeĀ complicated,Ā heĀ doesnātĀ want to twist youĀ inĀ a web. He wants to respect the personĀ whoseĀ soul aligns withĀ his.Ā WhoseĀ monsterĀ wants to embraceĀ his.Ā The one person who could love all of him and his demons. He cannot lie to you. He wants to worship you.Ā
āThere was another way for you to win your game with the Le Domasās.āĀ
āWhat?ā Your fingers stilling whereĀ theyāveĀ been twisting into his short curls.Ā Ā
Titus clears hisĀ throat. āYour husband could have chosen you, just like tonight when we chose each other.āĀ
āBut...ā your mind starts to race. āBut I thought if IĀ livedĀ they would all die, even him?āĀ
āWell,ā Titus takes your hand in his, kissing your palm, lips touching the place the Lawyer had cut, the place where your blood mixed with his. āMr. Le Bail likes loyalty,Ā thatāsĀ why heĀ plays these games with the families under his power.Ā ButĀ lovesĀ contracts. Marriage is a contract.āĀ
You can feel your heartbeat skip as realization dawns on you. All that trouble. All that death. And your heartbreak at the hands of Alex Le Domas...Ā
āIf your husband had chosen to honor his contractĀ toĀ you,Ā if he had chosen to help you and save you, then at sunrise, he could have sacrificed the head of his family, his father, and with you, become the new head of the Le Domas family under the contract of Mr. Le Bail.Ā One reason Ursula and I never married is to avoid that. If we chose to save our spouse,Ā weādĀ have to sacrifice Father, or each other. WeĀ couldnātĀ bare it.āĀ
You shake your head inĀ disbelief,Ā breaths coming out ragged. āM-Maybe heĀ didnātĀ know that.āĀ
āMaybe not,ā Titus says in a voice thatĀ isnātĀ completely reassuring. āBut he gave up trying to save you. He gave up his loyalty to you, the one he had chosen, the one he signed aĀ contract with. AndĀ soĀ at sunrise the offer was never given by Mr. Le Bail. You could have even killed Alex and married that brother that helped you instead. Didnāt you notice Mr. Le BailĀ didnātĀ do anything to him when that brother helped you get away?āĀ
āH-How do you know all of this?āĀ youĀ ask.Ā
āWe all have our rituals, my Lamb,ā Titus shrugs.Ā āEvery family has their way of welcoming new members. TheĀ DanforthsĀ are duelers and gamblers. When youĀ marry intoĀ our family, you pick a cardĀ from a special deck, and if you pull aĀ number,Ā then you simply are welcomed into the ranks. But if you pull a face card,Ā you must fightĀ aĀ correspondingĀ Head Family member to the death. My fatherĀ representedĀ the King, my motherĀ before her death was the Queen, a spot now taken by Ursula, and I am the Jack.āĀ
āIām assuming the times this has happened, theyāve pulled your card more than anyone else?āĀ You ask, licking your lips at the thought.Ā
āYes well, when I was younger they pulled the King almost every time, but yes, since Iāve become a man, the times a face card has been pulled, it has been mine,ā he explains with a smile that is a mixture of amusementĀ and pride.Ā Ā
āFuck, I wanna see that,ā you say hungrily. āUrsula said there is footage.āĀ
āOh yes,Ā we keep all the security footage of our rituals,ā Titus smirks. āYou want to watch me duel to the death?Ā WantĀ to see how strong your husband is? How ruthless? How brutal?āĀ
Your eyes flutter shut, heat sparking in your belly asĀ your pussy pulses. āYes. Fuck I want to see that soĀ fucking bad.Ā YouāveĀ gotten to see myĀ monster,Ā I want to see yours.āĀ
You connect your lips toĀ hisĀ in a kiss,Ā breathy and hardĀ and desperate.Ā You open to allow Titusās tongue to lick into you, to deepen the kiss, but after a moment you pull back for air and another question.Ā
āHow often does this happen? Like, how many people are in the Danforth family?āĀ
Titus chuckles breathlessly. āMy father was the oldest ofĀ sevenĀ boys andĀ fourĀ girls, andĀ after my father won the High Seat,Ā they allĀ signed their souls to followĀ him. AndĀ they allĀ had way more children than him, and then most of those children have had children.Ā ItāsĀ come up quite a bit. Mr. Le BailĀ probably enjoysĀ trying to thin out our herd.āĀ
āSoĀ itāsĀ probably goingĀ to happen again, then?Ā This ritual?āĀ
āMost likely,ā Titus says with a shrug.Ā āThereāsĀ a Danforth wedding every couple of years.āĀ
āAnd so then, since your father is dead, andĀ weāreĀ married, does that make you the King? AndĀ soĀ would I be the Queen now? Or is Ursula still the Queen, andĀ Iām, like,Ā the Jack? How will weĀ knoā"Ā
āYou are my Queen,ā Titus grunts, forceful and stern. His hands come to your cheeks, holding you steady. āThe rest we willĀ let the Lawyer figure out, and he can tell us when the time comes. But I am the King. And you are my Queen, little lamb. No matter what.āĀ
You smile into the kiss this time, asĀ Titus pushes your body back down the on the bed, using his legs to shove yours open to make room for him.Ā A spike of pain elicits the smallest squeak as you feel TitusāsĀ teeth reopen the bite wound on your mouth. It only spurs you on.Ā Your hand trails down his bareĀ chest, but before it can reachĀ itsĀ destination, you have a terribleĀ realization, andĀ push himĀ back.Ā
āWait. We just got married.Ā DonātĀ tell me that meansĀ IāmĀ going to have to pull a card and doĀ this all overĀ again.āĀ
āNo, Little Lamb,ā Titus assures you, chuckling. He raises your left hand, kissing over the ringsĀ heādĀ placed on your finger last night, and looks down at you withĀ a darkness, a deep adoration, in his eyes.Ā He wipes the new blood droplets from your lip with his thumb, sucking the dark liquid into his mouth like aĀ nectar from the gods.Ā āThe contract is reset. No more games to play.Ā YouāveĀ already won.āĀ
FIN.Ā
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a/n: welllllllllllllllll I cannot believe i let that get as long and lore heavy as i did!!! the last little bit does incorporate a personal theory of how Le Bail's game worked in the first movie, a theory that i think can still hold with the added lore from the second! loved coming up with the Danforth marriage ritual because they didn't say what it was in the movie and im so curious!!! also got to make a Titus is Jack joke that possibly only amuses me and that's okay :)
anyway reblog and lemme know if you enjoyed! idk if i'll do another long fic but perhaps tiny little spurts of scenes from this world if you ask nicely :)
Titus prefers you sit on his lap while he smokes his cigars.
He loves the feeling of your weight and soft curves on his thighs.
Sometimes, the two of you sit in silence while he smokes, letting the events of the day settle in, especially if there was a rather tough kill.
Other times, he can't help but wind his arms around your waist and lock you in his grip. He'd fondle your breasts, ass and everything in between while grinding his cock against you.
He'd order you to untie his ascot and put your hands behind your back. With arms securely tied by silk fabric, you're vulnerable and subject to his capricious whim.
"You're so pretty like this." Titus muses with a timbre like grinding stones. "Bound and at my mercy."
Smoke billows from his lips as he plucks the cigar from his mouth. The bitter vapor burns your eyes and makes your throat seize.
"The sweetest offering I've ever received."
reblog and comments are extremely appreciated š
A/N: Still in a writing funk for my novel. Actually edited this one so you're all getting fed well today.
Pairing(s): Titus Danforth x GN!Reader
Contains: Blood, Gore, Violence, (It's Ready or Not 2, baby), Stalker!Titus, Death (Reader goes crazy), Gore, manipulation
The last thing you remembered was that man as he stuck a needle in your neck. His lips grazed your ear as he spoke. "You are enchanting. I'll make sure it's painless, little bunny."
Panic. A pin prick. Then, nothing.
Now, you're on a golf green. The sun shines brightly into your eyes & forces you awake. You know one thing for sure, you need to run. Not only run, but go on the offensive. Your wedding, just last night, to Alex LeDomas, was all hiding. Tonight is going to be different.
You force yourself up, seeing Titus & Ursula across the field & heading in your direction on a golf cart. Ursula aims her gun & you & takes a shot, the bullet landing maybe ten feet away from you. You don't need more motivation as you take off running into the forest.
Titus smirks to himself. Obviously, he wants to win this. He is going to kill you, that's a fact, but he likes observing you more. He will relish in every moment up to that kill.
"Dammit, we'll have to ditch the golf cart." Ursula acknowledges as Titus pulls up to the edge of the woods.
Titus is staring out into the treeline, watching as a branch rips the sleeve of your outfit. It drew blood. Ursula seemed to not be able to see you as she marched forth blindly into the trees.
"We should split up."
Ursula turned back. "What?!"
"Cover more ground. Come on, sister. You can't handle yourself?"
"Of course, I can handle myself." She retorted. She scoffed & turned to head deeper into the woods. "Fine. Don't get yourself killed."
Titus offered a silent smirk before turning & running along the treeline in the direction he saw you run off.
Meanwhile, you were at the opposite edge of the woods. Ten yards in front of you, lay a gazebo. You recognized the man from the initial meeting as Ignacio El CaĆdo, head of the family of the same name. He was setting up a perch on one of the stone railings, waiting for you to come into his line of fire. He didn't see you.
You didn't miss a beat, marching forward & grabbing the first heavy object you found. That happened to be a propane tank as you heaved it up.
"Hey, asshole!" You called out.
You let him look at you before you killed him. Registered the fear in his eyes. Relished in it, even. He was here to kill you & underestimated you heavily. That was his own fault.
A sickening crack could be heard as you slammed the tank into the side of his head. He fell to the floor, hardly conscious & coughing up blood. You pried the sniper rifle from his hands, only taking a moment to wonder why he had such an advanced weapon when Ursula had an old pistol.
"You bitch," He gargled.
You kicked him in the ribs. "Seethe."
Then, you made a break for one of the buildings, seeking cover. Make no mistake, you weren't hiding. Just getting out of the open.
Meanwhile, Titus stumbled on Ignacio. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face. The excitement that filled his body, his heart rate jumping at the sight. You were ruthless, the bloody propane take discarded next to the man's head. Ignacio's now cold, dead eyes staring into the sky.
He took a look around & scanned the treeline. "Where did you go, bunny?"
He found Viraj Rajan, masked & wielding his sword as he entered the maintenance building off to the left. Viraj must've seen you go in. Clever, he thought. So, Titus followed the same trail.
He didn't find you before you killed Viraj, but yet again he found the body. Titus knew he was getting closer because this time, Viraj was still alive.
"Titus," He groaned. "Help me."
"They're fascinating, aren't they?" Titus smiled to himself. "How did she get you?"
"What?"
Titus leaned over Viraj. "You're a big guy. You'd be a tough competitor, even against me. How'd they get you?"
"Who... cares?" Viraj fought back the coughs. "Just, get me back to the mansion."
"Nice try, buddy. Better luck next time," Titus called out over his shoulder as he walked off in the direction you had to have gone in.
Viraj called Titus' name over his shoulder. Titus owed the man nothing, they were competitors. While he walked, Titus racked his brain over just how many bullets would be in that rifle. He stepped out into the main room to see Wan Chen had found you. Not only that, but she had her sword to your throat.
Titus ducked behind a nicely decorated table with gifts from a wedding on it. He watched excitedly as the scene unfolded. He knew if he made himself known that Wan Chen would kill you immediately to take the high seat. This was the closest he could do to helping you.
His eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Why am I helping them?
Then, he heard Wan Chen's offer. Marry my son. We get the seat & you get to live. Interesting. He almost scoffed at the offer, somehow knowing you wouldn't give into that. Though, the clause intrigued him. He turned to leave, Wan Chen still having the upper hand. He'd consult The Lawyer about this clause. If it had any truth to it, & if you survived Wan Chen, he would have some considering to do.
Hours later, it's nearing dawn. You've taken out a good amount of those attending. Most families had taken at least one hit, the only one still complete being The Danforth's. Titus would call Ursula & give her bad Intel, send her on a wild goose chase. All for this moment.
He followed you into the security building, immediately initiating a silent lockdown as the door closed behind him. No one in, no one out. He knew you were still carrying the gun but he also watched as the gun ran out of bullets when you attacked Francesca El CaĆdo. You wanted to look like a bigger threat & he respected that.
You still didn't know he was behind you, & he wanted to remedy that, Unknowingly, you were running into a dead end, & he wanted to make this more exciting. Titus began humming a song, a song he'd listen to on hunts easier than this. The humming was soft & low, echoing through the halls.
His eyes fell to the floor, follow the droplets that occasionally graced the floor. Francesca did put up quite the fight against you. A fork to the hip left the perfect little blood trail.
He tracked you down like prey until you were stuck in the corner of the building. He knew where you were hiding, but it brought him joy to drag it out. So, Titus peeked in cupboards & other crawlspaces he knew you couldn't hide in. Then, as he neared your corner, you jumped out. A little predictable as you raised the gun at him.
He raised his hands in a placating gesture, letting you think, for a moment, that you had power. "Come on, bunny. Put the gun down."
"Fuck off!" You cried. "I'll kill you right now!"
He took slow steps towards you despite your threats. You were the picture of perfection. Titus couldn't help but drag his eyes slowly along your frame. You were bloodied, your hair wild & free. Your suit/dress was torn & undone. It was sexy. He wanted to kiss you. Pin you to the wall & do so many things to you.
"I know you can't hurt me." He smiled. Your lips parted, knowing he knew you didn't have any bullets. Still, you held your ground. God, he wanted to break you down & make you beg. "I don't want to hurt you either, bunny."
"Liar!" You accused as you raised the gun to point at his head.
Titus stopped about two feet in front of you & grabbed the barrel of the sniper. He lowered it slowly & you sobbed. "Come on, a pretty little thing like you doesn't need to be carrying such a weapon. Set it down."
You choked out another sob but something in you told you to listen. Slowly, shakily, you lifted the strap off your shoulder & set the gun on the ground.
"Good." Titus smirked at your first sign of obedience. He raised his hands to hold your cheeks & you hardly flinched. His thumbs moved up to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "You are even more divine up close, bunny."
You sucked in a breath & he stepped forward, planting a kiss to your forehead. Then, he returned to his spot before dropping down to one knee. You looked at him, confused.
"I heard about the clause. I will let you live, only, if you marry me." Titus explained simply. "So, Y/N L/N. Will you be mine?"
Fandom: Shawn Hatosy - Ready or Not 2: Here I Come (Vampire AU)
Pairing: Vampire!Titus Danforth x F!Reader
Summary: After selling his soul to the Devil, Titus knew his life was going to be filled with lots of wealth, blood, and gore. Then he gets a whiff of your blood and he just knew his life was going to be a little sweeter, while yours gets a little darker.
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āDonāt look at me like that.ā You prop your hands on your hips
Titus tilts his head to the side, a hint of a smile on his lips, āLike what?ā
āLike you want to eat me.ā
A smirk grows and his eyes darken, āWho says I donāt?ā
You feel your cheeks heat up and you straighten your posture. You clear your throat, āEnough of this. Help me with the body, please!,ā you gesture to the corpse at your feet. The entire living room in disarray around it.
He picks up the body with no problem, hauling it over to the ditch that was dug up by the river. Titus lazily tosses the body in and then looks at you, āCan I have my reward now?ā He smiles wide, fangs protruding.
You scoff, āNo. We still have to clean up inside! This is your fault, by the way!ā
He rolls his eyes at you, āForgive me for killing the hunter that threatened your life. I'm soooo sorry," he says in a sarcastic tone.
You run a hand down your face and Titus chuckles. He grabs hold of your waist and pulls you closer to him. You practically fall into his arms, "Titus-"
"I'm not sorry. I'm really not. He broke into our home-"
"Your home," you correct him and he frowns at you.
"Our home and held you at gun point. You think I'd let him get away scot-free after that?"
"Well did you think about if he had any other hunter friends that now they may be looking for him? They could come here and kill you, Titus!"
Titus' brows scrunch up in confusion, "Wait. You're not scared about them hurting you? You're scared about them hurting me?"
You scoff, "Of course I'm scared for you, Titus! They're hunters. Sure you have your strength and speed but if you're surrounded-"
"Nothing I haven't done before."
You frown at him, "Okay! I get it! I'm Titus Chester Danforth! I sold my soul to the devil and now I'm a super hot, strong, and fast vampire!"
Titus smirks at you, "I was super hot before I became a vampire, by the way."
"Whatever!" you throw your hands up in the air. You shoo him off, "Go start cleaning inside while I fill this ditch."
You move to grab the shovel and, using his vampiric speed, Titus beats you to it, "I'll have the servants clean everything up. It's what I pay them for. And we," with ease, he scoops you up into his arms and rushes you back to the estate.
"Fucking hell," you groan as you're placed onto the bathroom counter in the bathroom you and Titus share. You hold your head in your hands, "Still can't get used to that."
"You'll get there eventually," he turns on the bath and running water starts to fill it, "Wash up. Relax. I need to take care of some things."
You grab hold of his wrist to stop him, "Please don't do anything stupid."
The corner of his mouth twitches, "I won't. I need to call Ursula. We need to discuss how to handle this hunter situation," he leans in and kisses your lips, "Relax. I'll be back soon."
With that he marches out of the en suite bathroom, through the bedroom and out the door, probably to his office so he can speak with Ursula privately.
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You're already settled in bed reading when Titus comes back. You look up, saving your page and setting your book aside, "Everything okay?"
You watch as he starts to undress, "Yeah, just needed to make sure our plan has no cracks in it."
"Do I get to know anything?"
"Nope, because you don't have to worry about a thing. You'll be safe and protected, I promise."
You cross your arms over your chest, "You know that's not what I'm worried about."
If he still had a heartbeat, it would surely stutter. Titus doesn't recall ever having someone, besides his sister, worry and care for him to this degree like you do. It's...nice.
He gives you a nod and a soft smile, "You don't have to worry about me either. I'm sticking with you while Ursula and our team will handle the rest." Down to his boxers, he holds his arms out, "I'm all yours."
You giggle, "Get over here," you flip the blankets on his side of the bed open and Titus slides in beside you. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your head, "You're fucking stuck with me, baby. And I'll kill anyone who ever tries to separate us."
You hand rests on where his unbeating heart lays, "I know, Ti."
Fandom: Shawn Hatosy - Ready or Not 2: Here I Come
Pairing: Titus Danforth x F!Reader
Summary: When you married into the Danforth Family, Ursula had thought you'd be able to keep Titus in check...she was wrong.
A/N: soā¦likeā¦if you have any Titus fic ideasā¦send them my way. šš¼šš¼š„¹
Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), p in v
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Ursula is conversing with guests in the other room when she hears a loud crash and screams. She excuses herself and rushes to the other drawing room to see Titus straddling one of the guests, throwing punch after punch at him.
"TITUS!" She yells out and he doesn't pause. He keeps punching the guy under him, "What the fuck! Stop this!" she looks around the room and sees you watching your husband. A glass of wine in your hand and an amused expression on your face.
Ursula marches up to you, "What did you do?" She sneers at you.
You scoff, "I didn't do anything."
"Well get Titus to stop! He's ruining everything!"
Seeing your sister-in-law in distress makes you roll your eyes, "Fine." You gulp down the last of your wine and set the glass aside.
You waltz over to your husband and stare down at the bloody, beaten man under him, "I think he's been punished enough, my love."
That gets Titus' attention. His now bloody fist pauses mid-air and he looks up at you. He narrows his eyes and you give him a nod, reaffirming your statement.
Titus looks back down at the man, scoffs and spits on his face, "Don't you fucking disrespect my wife, ever again."
He stands and you unwrap his ascot from his neck, wiping off any specs of blood from his face.
Ursula awkwardly chuckles, "Everyone, feel free to move to the other drawing room while we handle this. Thank you!" murmurs break out as people mozy over to the other side of the estate. Ursula snaps her fingers and some servants lift the now unconscious man out of the room.
All that is left is you, Titus, and Ursula. She pinches the bridge of her nose and looks at you two, "What the hell happened?"
You shrug, "He called me a bitch and shoved me. I didn't like it so Titus punished him."
Ursula clenches her fists and stares up at Titus with a stern face, "Do you have any idea how many important people we have here tonight? It's not the time for you to have a tantrum!"
Titus' eye twitches and he takes a threatening step towards his twin, "No one disrespects my wife and gets away with it. No one, especially not some dickwad lawyer that's high on coke."
Ursula closes her eyes and lets out a deep breath, "Go cool off in the suite while I tend to the rest of our guests."
Titus reaches for your hand, but Ursula stops him, "She'll stay. I need to speak with her."
He looks at you with a cocked brow and you smile sweetly at him, "I'll be okay," you lean in and peck his lips. Before you can pull away, he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss.
You moan into his lips and his hands go to your ass, gripping at your-
"That's enough!" Ursula exclaims, causing you two to pull apart.
You giggle as you wipe of your lipstick stains on his lips, "See you in a bit."
"Okay."
He leaves the room without any further hesitation. Ursula stands there and clasps her hands in front of her.
"I expected better from you. I thought that you marrying my brother would be enough for him to tame his more...violent side. I've spent so hard trying to keep him in check and restrain him."
"And maybe that's why he listens to me more than you now, because I don't try to control him. I encourage him to let his inner beast out."
Your sister-in-law takes a step closer to you, eyes filled with a hint of concern and...fear, "You don't know what he's capable of. Growing up I've tried to find the good in him and...I don't think there's any in him."
"There is. You're just not privy to see it or too blind to see it. With me, Titus can now reach his full potential without you holding him back. He's none of your concern now, Urs. You should be grateful," You smirk and give her a wink, "Great party. Hope you're able to salvage it," you waltz out of the drawing room as if nothing happened, leaving Ursula seething.
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You fall onto the bed with a slight bounce, the springs creaking underneath you.
Titus is pulling off his shirt and you're trying to shimmy out of your dress. When he's down to his underwear, he grabs your ankle and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.
"Fucking riled me up when I saw you watch me beat the shit out of that guy," he pulls down your underwear and tosses it over his shoulder.
"It riled me up watching you beat the shit out of that guy," you finally free yourself from the dress and you toss it to the side as if it doesn't cost thousands of dollars.
"Lemme see you," Titus murmurs as he kneels, hooking your legs over his shoulders. His spreads you open and groans, "Fucking soaked, baby."
"All for you," you reply breathlessly, weaving your fingers through his curls and tugging him towards your center.
He delves in without hesitation, tasting how hot and bothered you got because of him. He fucking loves it. He licks up and then circles his tongue around your clit. Your back arches off the bed and your nails dig into Titus' head. The pain just eggs him off even more.
"Right there, baby. Fuck, just like that," you encourage and praise him, knowing that gets him going even more.
"More, Ti, please. Want more," you beg.
"I hear ya, baby. You needy thing, hm? You want more? I'll give you more."
He goes back to running circles over your clit with his tongue. His middle finger slips inside of your easily and you can't help but squeal in pleasure. You feel Titus smile against your pussy as he inserts his pointer finger too, the two fingers stretching you out more and more as he starts pumping them inside you.
"Shit! Yes! Just like that, Ti!"
Titus works fast with his fingers, he feels your walls fluttering around them, "That's it, sweetheart. Cum on my fingers. Lemme feel what I do to you."
You tug at Titus' hair, bringing his mouth back on you. He works fast and hard, eyes watching the sweat start to build a thin sheet over your body. He watches the way your chest rises and falls in rapid succession. Your stomach clenches as the orgasm washes over you. Titus feels a sense of pride whenever he gets you to cum. Only by him are you able to feel such amounts of pleasure.
When it passes, you fall limp on the bed and Titus is quick to rid himself of his boxers and quickly kneels between your legs. You tirelessly let him handle your body. He takes your legs and makes them wrap around his hips. He slides into you no problem, down to the hilt.
He falls forward, letting his body press up against yours, but not letting his full weight on you.
He holds himself up and starts thrusting into you, his head buried into your neck. You groan as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, "Let go, my love. Go ahead."
He groans and grits his teeth, snapping his hips into yours hard and fast, "Fucking love you," he mumbles into your neck.
"Love you too. So much. You're so good to me, Ti."
"Ah fuck!" That gets him going even more. The whole bed rocks with his movements. Your nails dig into his back as he fucks you hard and fast. It still feels good to you, but this is for Titus now. You let him do whatever needs and wants to do with you.
"I love you so much. Would do anything for you. No one hurts you. You're mine," he grumbles and you nod in agreement.
"Yes, Ti. All yours. Always yours. Forever."
"Mine. Mine!" he grits his teeth as his own orgasm builds up. He bites down into your shoulder as he hips snap and then stills as he cums.
You run your fingers down his back in a soothing motion when his entire body falls onto yours.
You giggle and kiss his head, "You okay?"
Titus groans and slowly rolls off of you. His entire body a shade of pink, "Fuck. Yeah, just..shit."
You laugh and roll over to your side, propping your head up to look at him. You grab one of his hands, observing the bruises and cuts on his knuckles. You kiss each one, eyes never wavering from Titus'.
He takes a sharp inhale when you take his pink finger into your mouth. His mouth twitches, "At least give me a few minutes to rest before we go another round."
You chuckle, "I'm teasing." You sit up and stretch out your limbs.
Titus watches you and then his brows furrow, "What did my sister say to you?"
You scoff, "She just said she expected better from me. That I'm suppose to tame you, not encourage you. All that bullshit."
"And what did you say?"
"That she shouldn't concern herself with you anymore and that I'm not here to control you. I'm here to love and accept who you are."
He hums with a smile, "I bet she regrets approving of you now."
"Well tough shit. She's stuck with me now 'cause there's no way in Hell I'm letting you go."
"Thank Le Bail for that," he mumbles and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.
He's so thankful he found someone who welcomes all of him and encourages his...tendencies.
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