Psychopaths can't love, that's for sure. But what could be so wrong about liking one anyway?
This is the rather long (Like, I'm warning you, it's over 400 pages in type 11 writing...So be prepared)fanfiction with a lot of edge, angst and smut. Lot'...
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Your limp body falls against the wooden block behind you, no strength left to slowly sink onto the surface colliding with a dull thud, legs uselessly dangling over the edge.The shear vehemence of your aching insides keep you completely paralyzed, eyes wide open and glued to the starless sky above. Your few breaths of peace are however short lived, as you sense a strong grip on your hips again "You're not tired already, are ya Mouse?" You hear Rats panting voice snarl in your direction, giggling through his teeth frantically. He couldn't be serious? You were an absolute wreck, even a blind person could have told him that. You feel him undoing the tight belt around your wrists, not like you could move them anyway; noticing the pressure had left red markings.
His hands caresses along your inner thighs, making them jerk up a bit, however being too flimsy to lift them or even press them together. "I was only getting warmed up darl." He huffs, leaning over your pusillanimous figure, elbows leaning on the box. Jamie kisses along your collar and chest, causing you to mutter debiley. "N-No more, I can't , i'm gonna fucking die if you put that thing into me one more time." You breathe out with piqued breaths, knowing that it wouldn't change his mind. He chuckles with a sharp tune, hands holding your wrists above your head securely "Told ya this was not going to be short, you should have known I have quit some energy." You swallow the spit in your watery mouth with a harsh gulp, eyes now fixed to the beautiful cinder eyes in front of you. The sly smirk on his face gives you a subtle creep, whilst his slender fingers slide along your tenuous body down to your trembling thighs, softly rubbing against them .
"J-Jamie, i'm begging you, Im gonna break." Your indistinct voice croaks up, eyes closed shut. You feel his teeth grind against your shoulder the same moment his fingers slide back into your soaking womanhood, slightly testing how far he had stretched you out thus far. You can physically feel the twisted smirk on his twisted lips turning into a grin "Ahh, killjoy, just one more round and I will let ya be." He purrs, lifting your quivering legs on the box so you could bend them a bit. You are hypnotised by the way his drop-dead gorgeous torso rubs against your shaking body, his prosthetic hand firmly clasping around your hands. "F-Fine, one more quick round, but try a little harder this time; b-barely made me cum." You groan, at least trying to regain some of your abused honour.
The adorable smirk on his face fades as soon as you spit out those words, replacing it with a horrendously manic grin, making you regret your words almost instantly. "Hehehe, if you insist, filthy cunt." He snaps at you with a raspy tone, gruffly sinking his pointy jaw into your soft breast enough to make you cry out in torment "F-Fuck, you damn coward." You squirm, making him stop for a moment, shooting you a irritated look "Wot?" He growls, lips pursing together as if trying not to snap at you, angrily shoving his fingers into you deeper; making you groan and twitch weakly "You heard me." You puff out your chest, a evil smirk throning on your face, certain you found yet another exploitable weak spot.
"Oh and why would that be?" He huffs, pushing closer to your body, his hard cock rubbing against your stomach. You shiver as his hips force your legs apart, his good hand sliding out of your hole with a lewd noise. You whimper at the sudden firm grip on your side "Obvious, feeling the need to restrain someone almost completely defenseless, fucking coward." You mock him just to bait some sort of reaction out of him, just testing how far he would tolerate your bratty mouth.
