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Eruri - Pride and Prejudice AU
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Happy Birthday to actor Keith David!
From his unforgettable roles in horror classics (The Thing and They Live) to his iconic voice work in Animation (Spawn & Gargoyles), Keith David is a genre icon with a voice & presence like no other. Born on June 4, 1956. Enjoy your Happy B-Day!











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MR. AND MRS. SMITH RIPPNER
KINKTOBER DAY 9 - MR AND MRS SMITH AU WITH JACKSON RIPPNER
Pairing.| Jackson Rippner x fem!reader
Summary.| You live a double life, but youâre willing to give it all up to devote yourself to your husband. With one final mission, you learn that your marriage is based on a lie.
Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, manipulation, physical fighting, blood, blackmail, bondage, choking, breeding, head f!receiving, p in v.
Word count.| 7.6k
Notes.| This story KILLED ME. It was not intended to be this long and kinda angsty? Will probably make more sense if you've seen the movie. Idk kinda hate it but that's okay.

The warm sun caressed your skin through the open blinds. The birds were tweeting outside at how much of a beautiful morning it was. However, those peaceful sounds were drowned out, your ears too busy being filled with your husbandâs lovely loud moans. With your naked bodies tangled in the sheets, the both of you blissfully cried out in unison, your body pinned underneath his as his hips snapped in and out. As you tug at his roots, you screamed out in ecstasy, your hips rocked against his as you rode out your orgasm. Your husband followed shortly after, finishing deep inside of you. Quickly your bodies stilled, his head buried into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent.Â
âI donât want you to leaveâŚâ you giggled, holding tightly onto your husband with your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock was gradually softening inside of you.Â
Your husband groaned out softly, he kissed your skin ever so tenderly. How you wished you could stay in bed with him for eternity. Whilst massaging his scalp, he sluggishly raised his head as he puffed out.Â
âI know baby, I donât want to leave eitherâ he agreed sweetly as he pressed his lips against your heated forehead.Â
Your bodies were entwined together like snakes. It almost seemed too easy for you to be able to flip him onto his back. He huffed out as you straddled him, your drippy bare region rubbed against his member in a teasing manner. As he chuckled out, he felt himself twitch ever so slightly. He took your head into his hands.Â
âHow long will you be gone for again?â you asked softly.Â
Both of you knew you knew the answer to that. Sometimes you just thought that if you repeated the same questions over again heâd change his answer to satisfy you. Considering how often you both traveled, the distance felt hard at times. When one of you was walking in the door, the other was heading out.Â
âFive days at mostâ he whispered.Â
He gave you a reassuring kiss. It wasnât too explicit or plain. His touch was all you ever needed to relieve your dreadful thoughts. Five days wasnât that long. Youâre complaining as if you donât already have a job to do in between his trip. But you would forever hate to see him leave.Â
âI suppose I can handle thatâ you murmured as a grin grew on your lips.Â
âWhen I get back, Iâll take you out to our favorite little restaurantâ he hummed as he left a trail of kisses over your heated face, his hands caressed around your neck.Â
âYes, Johnâ you sighed.Â
John stilled, his blue eyes narrowed at you, while the grip on your cheeks tightened. You couldnât help but to smirk mischiefly.Â
âHeyâ he warned softly.Â
âWhat?â you laughed.Â
âYou know I donât like being called thatâ John mumbled.Â
âWhat? Your name?â you taunted in a joking manner.Â
âYesâ he huffed.Â
As soon as you used nicknames like honey, sugar, sweetie pie even⌠John insisted that you stick to it. Heâs always claimed that John was such a common, plain, boring name. It was his belief that his parents named him that to spite him. It felt a bit dramatic, but you kept your mouth shut and kept him happy by calling him a variety of sweet names, however honey just always felt most fitting.
âYouâre so theatricalâ you snickered.
âIt makes me feel like youâre mad at meâ John almost talked under his breath.
Sometimes he acted like such a child, you rolled your eyes and rubbed the back of his neck in a reassuring manner. âOkay honey, is that better?â you slightly mocked. John hummed as he kissed you on the lips.Â
âWhat are you going to get up to?â he asked, his face blank but eyes eager to know.Â
âOh I donât know⌠House duties I supposeâ you lied perfectly. John blinked coldly to you, but the expression quickly vanished as he smiled and planted another soft kiss on your lips. âIâve been thinkingâŚâ you trailed, debating the topic on your hesitant mind.
Johnâs brows frowned in curiosity underneath his loose locks of chestnut hair as he shifted his hips into a more comfortable position. âAbout?â He inquired eagerly, head tilted like a cute dog.Â
You sighed out, your fingertips ran over his bare chest, John exhaled in relaxation as his eyes studied yours. The silence was short yet impactful.Â
âThis house is so bigâ you pointed out, the implication rested on the tip of your tongue.Â
âDo you want to downsize?â John tilted his head in confusion.Â
The both of you loved this suburban home. There were plenty of spare bedrooms for guests, as if either of you had visitors lining up. Neither of you had much family, the only relationships you shared were the fake ones with your wealthy neighbors, always engaging in their social gatherings to keep up appearances. Thou shalt love their neighbor.Â
But with every month that passed of you living here, the more your neighbors seemed to pressure you into having a baby. Most of them were on to their second or third. The ladies would always warn you that the honeymoon stage wouldnât last forever, so you might as well create your love child before you both despise one another.Â
âI was thinking of bringing another inâ you said unsurely, unable to keep eye contact with him for once.Â
âLike a dog?â John asked softly. But when he noticed your anxious expression, he sighed lowly. âOhâŚâ he gulped lightly, eyes widened.Â
âYeahâ you mumbled, you brushed his chestnut locks to the side.Â
âBut I thought we discussed this before we got marriedâ John commented, a neutral, calm expression painted over as he gently rubbed your lower back.
âI know, I know⌠But Iâve been thinking about it for some reasonâ you answered as you smiled hopefully at him.Â
âWe can discuss that possibility better when I get back, yeah?â John reassured you. âBut yeah maybe, the idea of filling our home with a baby just may be fulfilling. A baby Smith⌠Maybe you wouldnât have to travel so much?â John cocked a brow, a gleeful look on his face.Â
âLikewise to youâ you snickered as you smacked his chest gently.Â
âWow, I plan one business trip after months of being locked up here and now you blame meâ John joked, he pulled your face closer to his.Â
âYou were gone for weeks on endâ you huffed.Â
âSix weeks isnât that long, is it?â Jackson snorted, a mischief grin locked on.Â
You kissed him, his arms wrapped around your back as his hips pushed up to yours. The friction built up in you both, again. Sometimes you wondered if youâd reverted back into a teenager, you never seemed to have this high of a sex drive until you met him. Johnâs length was like a forbidden fruit that you were addicted to.Â
âCome on, join me in the showerâ he ordered kindly, his baby blue eyes sparkling.Â
âI need to cook you breakfastâ you objected with a cheeky grin.Â
âIâll eat at the terminalâ John grinned back, his newly formed erection pressed against your bare skin.Â
As you arrived at the drop off zone - because John always insisted you never wasted time and money to walk him to security- you kissed him passionately before he quickly exited the vehicle and grabbed his small suitcase from the backseat.Â
âI love youâ John smiled.Â
âI love you tooâ you smiled back.Â
John shut the door, took a step back and blew you a kiss as you drove away. Once he disappeared from your rear mirror, you changed the radio station and slipped off your ring. Likewise to your flash SUV vanishing, his gleeful smile formed into a sinister stern glare.Â
Whenever you were away from John, your double life crashed on top of you. They always warned you, this job was a deadly commitment. No one could make it work with the white picket fence with a sniper underneath your bed. Before you met John, you loved being an assassin. It gave you a constant rush of adrenaline that no other drug could. But the moment you met him, you could feel the switch begin to flick over.Â
It was almost a suffocating burden to be married to John Smith. Yet, his love felt like a drug. Don't get it wrong, John was a terrific husband. If you were having a gloomy day, heâd come home with your favorite ice cream and a new rental for you both to watch that night. Date nights were always over the top with him. Even though you both traveled frequently, you always managed to squeeze in a romantic getaway every now and again. Puerto Rico was the next spot on your list, but he didnât know that. For John burns, not tans. Â
The thought of retiring grew larger inside of you by the day. You could easily fake your job experience for a more conventional profession. You wanted to be honest with John, this profession just wasnât it. Sure, the pay was great, benefits were out of this world. But it was always so time consuming and moral reckoning. Not to mention your life was always at risk. Every mission you took, the more you worried for John. What if something did happen to you, how would he cope? Even worse, what if something happened to him? You've hidden him from your workplace, but what if.Â
John Smith was charismatic, confident and intelligent. There wasnât a day that youâd catch him in a faded pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, he always dressed proper. Heâd always be able to read the room, it was impressive with how easily he could mingle into the conversation, as if he was the one that started it. It felt like he knew you completely from day one. John Smith was mesmerizing, alluring and fulfilling. He was the fantasy you never knew you craved.Â
You sighed as you arrived at your headquarters. The elevator ride up was dreadful as you could only think of him. The doors dinged open, you blinked back your swelling eyes as you waltzed through. Your second identity quickly painted across your expression as you approached your desk. As you plopped at your seat, you opened up your resignation file, your fingers nervously tapped on the wood as you considered everything. Your finger hovered over the print button. With a firm push, the printer roared to life. After neatly laying it on your desk, you opened up your mission report once more and scanned over your next and last target.Â
âJackson Rippnerâ
-Â
The missions were all the same, always to terminate bad, horrible men that polluted the world. You liked to tell yourself that you were more of a vigilante than a cold blooded killer, that your jobs were somewhat for the greater good. But who were you to think that you were any better. This was no justice system, nobody would learn. Maybe you were wrong about this whole baby idea, how could you raise a child knowing youâve killed many others? Especially with a beautiful man like your husband.Â
But this was the last one, you had to keep on telling yourself that. It would all work out, youâve done your time as one of their soldiers. It was time to live a normal life.
Quickly, you slipped your handheld mirror from your purse and applied one final layer of gloss. As the elevator dinged open, your stiletto boots went silent on the carpet flooring. The rough security guard stood in front of the room entrance, his thick arms crossed over his broad chest. With him looking you up and down, you batted your lashes as he started to pat you down over your coat. He tried to untie the coat but you swatted his hands away, glaring harshly at him. The guard huffed at you and checked your handbag, the handcuffs dangled from his thick finger. All you could do was shrug at him. After three slow knocks, the guard let you in. Â
The room was decorated in a seductive red. You strolled carelessly, your thighs crossed over one another as you pretended not to notice your target in the corner of the room. Jackson smirked at you in his hotel provided fluffy white robe, his blonde hair slicked back as he twirled his whiskey on rocks. He stalked over to you, his tongue rolled over his lips. As your eyes lingered over to the closed bathroom, you stepped towards it, but he stopped you by raising his hand.
âI just wanted to freshen upâ you batted your lashes, tone soft.Â
âNo, no, you look perfectâ he gave you a toothy grin.Â
You resisted your impulsive huff. The handbag is dropped onto the cabinet as you slowly untie your coat, revealing your shiny, leather, exposing catsuit that made your tits look perfect. The knee high boots tease at the limitation of the skin of your thighs. You unclasped your claw clip, your luscious hair fell onto your shoulders.Â
âMr Rippnerâ you purred, your hands dipped into your bag for the cuffs.
His dark eyes ate you up completely, his mouth almost drooling at your beauty. As you approached him, you unrobed him, revealing his toned muscular tan body. With a seductive smirk, you pushed him to his knees and quickly and certainly tightly, cuffed his hands behind his back. You teased him by tugging at the roots of his blonde hair.Â
âAre you a naughty boy, Jackson?â you whispered as you squatted in front of him.Â
âMhm-hmmmâ he hummed, his eyes piercing into yours.Â
âDo you know what happens to naughty boys?â you murmured, your lips inching from his. All he wanted to do was kiss you.Â
âNoâ he whispered back.Â
You stood up and slipped behind him, your hands ran up and down his broad back, your lips pressed to his ear. âThey dieâ you whispered darkly.Â
Before he could even react, your arms locked around his head and you effortlessly snapped his neck. To stop him from thumping to the ground, you held onto hair, carefully laying him on the soft carpet. You exhaled out and stood up, you picked your phone from your bag and sent the confirmation text to your boss. You then slipped your wedding ring back onto your finger, you hated having it off.Â
âDamn baby, youâre such a sexy killerâ the voice of your husband echoed behind you.Â
Your body spun around towards the bathroom, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. This wasnât possible, how was he here? You stumbled back and blinked hard, expecting this all to be a guilty figment of your imagination. He was wearing one of his ordinary suits as he smirked devilishly as per usual.Â
âJohnâ you gasped.Â
âI really thought you were gonna kiss him for a secondâ your husband tutted, his eyes full of mischief as he approached you.Â
You were frozen in place. Every thought in your mind bounced at a high speed, you couldnât grasp onto anything. All you could do was murmur his name again as he closed the distance.Â
âBaby, how many times do I have to tell you I hate it when you call me that?â John lectured teasingly. As he tried to wrap his arms around you lovingly, you shoved him back.Â
âWhat is going on?â you hissed like a viper. Then, it all clicked, all of the pieces fell perfectly into place. Your eyes darted from the dead man on the floor back up to him. âYouâre Jackson Rippnerâ you mumbled, your expression drained in shock and defeat.Â
â...YesâŚâ Jackson answered, his eyes widened for a second as he tried to hide the grin off of his lips.
âWhoâs that guy?â you questioned.Â
Both of your eyes drifted to the carpet but returned back to one another.Â
âMy decoy, obviouslyâ Jackson shrugged carelessly.Â
âI-I donât understandâ you stammered, trying to keep your emotions on track. Jackson rubbed your arms to comfort you, stupidly you allowed it. âBut- But I had your profile checkedâ you argued, shaking your head at this situation. This possibility wasnât, well⌠it wasnât possible.Â
âIâm a great ghost babyâ Jackson gloated.Â
When you fell silent, pouting a lot harder than you realized, Jackson pouted back. He hugged you tightly, his lips pressed to your heated cheek.Â
âJohn!â you gasped, you tried to push him off but he wouldnât budge.Â
âBaby, my name isnât John!â Jackson chuckled, his lips continuing to kiss your skin. âItâs JacksonâŚâ he whispered somewhat flirtatiously.Â
Jackson was soft with his words, but a brute with his actions. He held you against his chest as you squirmed like a fish out of water. It was amusing for him, watching you get all overwhelmed over a little detail.Â
âBaby⌠I have it all planned out, okay? I need you to trust meâ Jackson spoke a lot more firmly this time. Your eyes pointed up to his.Â
âJohn-â
âItâs Jackson!â he snapped, his words hissing in anger. You flinched and blinked hard, your lower lip began to wobble. The hold he had on you tightened shortly. He exhaled out and loosened his grip. âAnyways, you killed my decoy, theyâll think Jackson Rippner is dead. And Iâll happily stay in the shadows far away from your work so we can continue playing happy husband and wifeâ Jackson proposed, a gleeful expression locked on.Â
The seriousness in his eyes was frightening. âJackson, youâre scaring meâ you gulped.
âI know, fuck- I know how much this can be for youâ he sympathised in a highly condescending tone, his head tilted down to yours. âIt certainly does change thingsâŚâ he mumbled lightly. âBut baby, you canât judge me. We work in the same professionâ he chuckled, hoping to bring light to this.Â
âYouâve known all along, havenât you?â you whispered, eyes turning all glossy.
âOf course I didâ Jackson snorted.Â
âWho are you?â you dared to ask.Â
Jackson stared at you blankly, analyzing every single sign you were throwing at him. He breathed out and let go of you, he turned his heel and walked towards the mini bar. âLet me get you a drink first, okay? Youâre currently in shock, you need to calm down a little bit firstâ he clicked his tongue.Â
You watched his back as he pulled out two glasses. He opened the whiskey bottle and filled them, sneakily sprinkling the small plastic bag of powder into your glass. Returning to you, his expression was blank as he held out your glass. Reluctantly, you took it, you stared at the liquor. Jackson downed his glass, placed it down next to your handbag and cocked an eyebrow at you, his foot impatiently tapped on the carpet. For someone who was supposedly stalking you, he was stupid enough to think you were an idiot. Your face scrunched in anger, before Jackson could react, you splashed the drink on his face.Â
âBaby!â Jackson spat the liquor off of his lips.Â
You punched him in the nose, he stumbled back and snarled out. Reactively, he tried to swing at you but missed as you leaned your upper body back. You swiped his feet and he crashed onto the floor. Repeatedly, you kicked him in the stomach until he latched onto your calf and yanked your leg up into the air. You fell onto the carpet with him.Â
The door swung open and you leaped into the bathroom as shots were fired in your direction. You pushed your body weight to the door and you could hear Jackson screaming at his guy.Â
âDonât fucking shoot her!â Jackson roared, a vein popped out of his forehead. âGive me the fucking gun and get out!â he commanded.
The silencer was on, meaning hotel security wouldnât be paying you a visit anytime soon. You needed your damn handbag to get out of here. Running your hand through your hair, you tried to summon up your game plan. Adrenaline ran through your blood as you heard the door shut once more.Â
âBaby⌠Come out and letâs talkâ Jackson projected kindly as he approached the door. He emptied the gun and dropped it to the ground, ensuring that youâd hear it. âI donât want to fight with you, okay? Come on, letâs be civil with one another before somebody gets hurtâ Jackson attempted to convince you, that familiar persuading tone on his tongue. .Â
He was right, somebody would certainly get hurt and youâd be damned if it was you. You cursed to yourself, stood up, brushed yourself down and opened the door. That non wipeable grin was on his lips as he stared you up and down. His devilish blue eyes locked onto your band.Â
âPut it on already, huh?â Jackson murmured, his hand dared to reach out to you.Â
You smacked his hand away, swiftly twisting his arm around, he grunted out as you kneed him in the stomach. He is charged into the wall by you, you repetitively throw blow after blow into him. Jackson tried to counter you, but failed miserably as you smacked his head into the plaster.Â
âIâm going to slice you to piecesâ you threatened, your rage uncontrollable. âYou fucking cunt!â you screamed as you threw him into the side of the bed.Â
As you stomped towards him, Jackson hurried to his feet and pulled out the blade from his jacket pocket. The tip is pointed directly at you as his fingers rubbed over his cut lip.Â
âYou fucking bitchâ he snarled but had this crazed smirk on his lips.Â
This wouldnât be the first time youâve fought at a disadvantage. So you courageously raised your fists at your husband. Jackson laughed smugly and called out for his guard. You scoffed, picked up Jacksonâs empty glass and hurled it at the man as soon as he entered the room. The glass scattered over his skull and he tumbled to the ground. Jackson cursed loudly as you reached for your handbag and coat before you flew out of the room.Â
You ran across the terrace as you swiftly slipped your coat on, Jackson was hot on your tail as easily unclasped one of the rings from the bag, a metal rope connected to it. You clicked the ring onto the lamp post, held onto the other handle of the bag and dived off the balcony. The rope protracted down the high rise building, the drop slowed down as you watched the sidewalk grow closer. As your boots clinked onto the cement and hand let go of the handle, you hailed the next taxi, not giving a damn who stared you down. As you sat in the back and the adrenaline drained from your blood, you broke down into tears as you ripped off your wedding ring.Â
Jackson heaved as he planted his hands on the cement edge. A grin formed on his lips as he watched you gracefully fall. He couldnât help but to be proud as you shrunk smaller and smaller. You go into the next taxi and disappear into the concrete jungle. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and held it to his ear.
âYeah, commence through. Kill them allâ Jackson sighed. Â
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The truth was, you were originally Jacksonâs target. Your firm had information his desperately needed. The security on your system was too good for his team to hack, he needed access from the inside. As soon as Jackson saw your profile, he felt some kind of draw towards you. As he stalked you, this attraction quickly turned into an obsession. His patience thinned every week, he craved some taste of you.Â
When you booked a last minute red eye flight, he jumped at the opportunity. He was surprised with how easily he caught your attention, you seemed to crave it just as badly as him. It would be your downfall without even knowing it. You could almost have him fooled, you didnât seem like a killer, you had morals, ethics, care in the world. Everything he didnât possess. You silently screamed for domestic life, but you just didnât know it yet. Before the plane landed, Jackson realized that there was no possible way heâd be able to fire the gun once the job was over.Â
When he took you on your first date, he expected to fuck you, not to make love. My, he knew how cheesy it sounded, but it was a sleepless night of passion and sensuality. Jackson had never felt more emotionally, physically and spiritually raw and intense. It was like he had an outer body experience that night. He could have sworn he felt the exact moment that he fell completely in love with you. You craved him too, felt the exact same thoughts he did. It was like you were both one that night. Now Jackson was never a romantic, but he knew heâd marry you when the sun rose in the morning. Â
You quickly turned sloppy around him, you really thought he was as innocent as he looked. Jackson accessed your system so effortlessly. It really was a pie waiting to be taken. He partially felt bad betraying you, but it was better than eliminating you. As if to reward him for his hard, continuous efforts, you fucked him that night until he saw pure bliss.Â
He covered his tracks perfectly, you were robbed blind. There were no leads, no suspicions, nothing. He saw it in your eyes the next time he saw you. Jacksonâs heart fluttered, you were in the shitter and you wanted him to be your shoulder to cry on. Not that any physical tears were shredded that day. But Jackson comforted you, held you as you both talked sweet nothings to one another. You told him you loved him that night, he felt no shame in returning those blissful words. That night, you truly believed everything would be better. That Jackson was your silver lining.Â
The porch lights were still on even though it was past midnight. As Jacksonâs Mercedes pulled up the driveway, he took in the last moment of silence, peace. A devilish smirk grew on his lips as he casually got out of the car and almost skipped to the door. It was risky, you could have eliminated him at any moment, but Jackson knew you, a public execution was not your style.Â
You had no other option than to come here. Jackson had annihilated your firm before you could bring yourself to contact them. All agents were now dead one way or another, your director included. This reckoning was all due to you. Jackson Rippner was the virus in the system. It felt like you were in the fallback scene of a spy film. This was now a suicide mission, all from your stupid blindness of love. Why did you always have to trust him? You should have listened to your instinct and kept someone on his tail whenever you were gone.Â
âHoney! Iâm home!â Jackson called out as he viciously slammed the door shut.
The interior was dead silent, he knew you were somewhere, hidden in the dark as you awaited the perfect moment to attack. Checking the hidden security cameras would be too easy for him. Jackson wanted a challenge. The masculinity inside of him demanded to show you your place, as a woman and a devoted wife.Â
Jackson flicked on the dim lights, he slid the pistol out from his hostler as he cautiously stepped over the oakwood floor. His footsteps were light as a feather as he almost hovered over the ground. When he reached the turntable, he chucked on one of your favorite jazz records and turned up the volume through the amplifier. His chestnut hair shagged over his forehead, he could sense you, because the pungent perfume you always wore filled his smell.Â
âBabygirl⌠Come out, letâs play!â Jackson grinned as he picked up a photo frame down the hallway.
He pressed his back against the plaster, the winder staircase on the opposite side of the wall. His face pointed towards the edge as held the photo of the two of you towards the stairs, the glassâ reflection painted the staircase on the glass as you came into sight. You aimed the shotgun in your hand as you squatted in the midpoint of the staircase, your barrel pointed right to the edge of the wall. The frame was shot to pieces as he hissed out.Â
âCareful honey, I donât want to shoot youâ you spat, tone dripping with deception.
âOh no, no more pet names, I only want to hear my proper name off of your lips!â Jackson laughed.Â
Intuitively, Jackson dropped down as you shot straight through the wall. Another shot was fired for goodluck, the dust and darkness blinded your vision, the moonlight and dim lights wasn't enough. Jackson groaned out dramatically as he dropped his pistol, an inch from hands reach as he plummeted to the floor. You gasped as his head came into view, you lowered the shotgun as you slowly stepped down.Â
His left eye peaked open as he saw you off guard. Swiftly, he picked up the pistol and fired in your direction. You grunted as you hurried back up the stairs, firing a few shots for good measure. But when Jacksonâs magazine ran out, you jumped at the opportunity to attack. He strode down the hallway, his face content as blasts splattered through the walls just short of him. Turning the corner, Jackson reloaded and took the next right to do a complete circle around the floor.
But you bet him to it, your knees sliding on the floor as you fired in his direction. Unfortunately you missed your target. Grunting to yourself, you reloaded and spun into the open. The coast was clear, you stood silently, the barrel switching from every possible open exit. Your brows furrowed when you saw his pistol slide over towards you.Â
âCome on now, guns are overrated baby! Take your anger out on me a bit more passionatelyâ Jackson called out.Â
Silently, you followed the sound of his voice. As you sharply turned the corner, the room was empty and you muttered soundlessly.Â
âYou think Iâm an idiot!â you shouted back.Â
âKinda, given the fact that Iâve had you wrapped around my finger this whole time!â he bellowed.Â
The urge to prove him wrong, to get your revenge the righteous way took over. You emptied the shotgun and threw it to the floor. You pulled the bullet off of your black midi dress.
âCome out then baby, give me your best shot!â you mocked.Â
âGladlyâ Jackson smirked as he turned the corner and leant against the hallway wall.Â
Cracking your neck and rolling your shoulders back, you brought up your fists and strided towards him. With a wicked grin, Jackson slid off his jacket and carelessly raised his own fists. The first punch you threw had your full force. But Jackson ducked and jabbed into your knee. You winced and kicked into him with your free leg. Jackson wrapped his arms around your lower body and forced you to the floor.Â
âHow could I be so stupidâ you whimpered softly as Jackson tried to pin you down.Â
âBecause youâre in love with me babyâ he smirked, his ego so full you almost felt it drip onto you.Â
Your hand slipped free, you punched him in the jaw. Jackson groaned out, his mind dazed momentarily, you shoved him off of you. With a shake of his chestnut hair, Jackson chased after you. Ending up in the kitchen, you picked up multiple objects and flung them in his direction. Jackson managed to dodge most. As your hand wrapped around the expensive fine china vase Jackson adored, his eyes widened.Â
âNow! Donât throw that!â he ordered as he shoved his finger at you.Â
Scoffing towards him, you hurled it towards his head, he had no other option than to duck. The material shattered against the wall. Jacksonâs head snapped back, his blue eyes wide as he stared at the red pieces scattered over the floor. Snapping his eyes back onto you, he gave you a smug look.Â
âYou really are a petty bitch, ainât you baby?â Jackson scolded.Â
âDonât call me thatâ you huffed.Â
âBabyâ Jackson pouted.
A wave of anger crashed over you, you flew over the island in the middle of the kitchen and crashed into him. The both of you threw jab after jab, kick after kick. Your nails dug into his skin and Jackson hissed out harshly. Youâre banged up into the fridge, the back of your head making first contact.Â
âYou lied to meâ you mumbled as Jackson held you against the fridge.Â
Jackson pointed a finger at you. âShut it⌠You lied to me just as badlyâ he countered.Â
The denial was planted deep in his mind. In his justification, you were both as bad as each other, you both lied and deceived one another. Despite him always knowing, the ignorance was bliss for as long as it had lasted.Â
âYou used me!â you yelled.Â
Jackson rolled his eyes as you flipped his back onto the fridge.Â
âI know, but does it make you feel any better if I say that I was supposed to kill you initially?â Jackson chuckled softly.Â
You slapped him across the cheek and let go, your chest heavy as you tried to keep your overwhelming thoughts at bay. Jackson hated to see you cry, to see any negative emotion in you. You were his to protect, to look after, he hated how badly the truth was hurting you. You could handle the physicality, but not this, not those dark emotions that no one can train you to block out. Jackson reached out for your hand.Â
âDonât touch me like thatâ you warned.Â
âBaby, letâs talkâ Jackson urged as he tried to touch you again.Â
It snapped inside of you, you opened one of the drawers and pulled out the first knife you could wrap your hand around. The blade is pressed against Jacksonâs throat, his jaw clenched as he glared at you. The edge of the bench dug into his lower back, his hands clawed down beside him.Â
âIâll fucking kill you!â you threatened, your body trembling immensely.Â
âDo it baby, rip my heart outâ Jackson grinned. âItâs not like youâd make it out of the fucking door, theyâre watching usâŚâ Jackson snorted, his eyes flickered towards the window. As you looked out, you saw the red laser flicking through the darkness, right onto your forehead. âTil death do us partâ he whispered into your ear.Â
âI donât care if I dieâ you whispered back, accepting your fate.Â
âSure, but I bet you would if your sister did, yeah? Oh but you had no siblings didnât you? Yet my accomplice reports that sheâs alive and well in Tampa, now isnât she?â Jackson spoke casually.Â
Your eyes snapped onto him, eye twitching. It was impossible for him to know that, youâd hidden it so perfectly. Impulsively, you attempted to drive the knife through his hand on the counter. But Jackson slipped out, the knife clanked against the marble, you hissed out, your grip loose. Easily, he stole the knife from you and pointed it at you. You were stumbling back as he followed you.Â
âDo anything to me, and I assure you, sheâll be dead before you can reach herâ Jackson spat.Â
It angered you, you should be fighting him to the death. Trying to rip his skull in half. But all he needed was a little threat to keep you at bay. You found yourself climbing the stairs, ignoring him completely as he stalked you.Â
âWhere are you going baby?â Jackson mocked arrogantly.Â
As you reached the second floor, Jackson flung your body to the wall, his hand slipped around your neck, a gentle warning squeeze followed. Your glossy eyes snapped onto him, a dirty glare painted your beautiful face.Â
âDonât act like this. You made vows to me, remember?â Jackson reminded you harshly.Â
As if vows were meant to mean anything at this point. You could counter him with plenty of his own vows. It made you sick in the stomach with his attempts of manipulation. He was sick in the head with some foul disease. Â
âI donât know who you are, you disgust meâ you insulted.Â
âWell⌠Get over itâ Jackson shrugged his shoulders.Â
âYouâre pathetic Jackson. What makes you possibly think I could forgive you, love you? Youâre an insecure little boy who canât take no for an answerâ you cruely countered.Â
Jacksonâs expression was blank and dark. As if all humanity drained from his body, he flung you backwards. Before you could even process it, you felt your back hit the thick edges of the stairs. You tumbled down, hitting your head intensely multiple times as you rolled to the floor. A slow groan escaped your lips, you whined out as you tried to focus. But your mind was dazed, your body felt numb and your eyes blurred. Within a blink, Jackson appeared beside you, how long were you out for?
âYou okay?â Jackson whispered as he kneeled down beside you. His tone was full of concern and care. You mumbled out gibberish and Jackson chuckled, gently he caressed your heated cheek. âCome on then, letâs get you to bedâ Jackson breathed out.Â
Easily, he threw your body over his shoulders and carefully headed up the stairs. Beelining straight to the bedroom, Jackson flicked on the lights and thoughtlessly dropped your limp body onto the bed. You bounced on the soft mattress, your eyes squinted as you tried to piece everything back together. Putting up a small helpless struggle, Jackson stripped you bare. He texted his men to stand down and closed the blinds. The sound of the wooden draw pulling out caught your attention, but you couldnât decipher what Jackson was grabbing.Â
âUp for some kinky shit baby?â Jackson smirked snugly as he held up the rope.Â
âFuck offâ you groaned as you tried to crawl off the bed.Â
But Jackson straddled your hips and roughly pulled your wrist to the bed frame. After tightly binding you to the bed, you squirmed like a dying fish out of water. Jackson leant down to your ear, his warm lips pressed to your lobe as he inhaled your scent.
âI donât wanna hurt you anymore babyâ Jackson made known. âDonât make me do it anymore, it hurts me tooâ he said through a soft tone.Â
âThen untie meâ you grumbled.Â
âNo, no⌠I need you baby, so badlyâ Jackson moaned lightly as he pressed his clear hard onto your stomach.
Your eyes widened, how long had he been erect for? How was physical combat a major turn on for him? Surely heâd never take advantage of you in this sense. Jackson was always a gentleman, kind, and thoughtful. Never would he pressure you into something that you had to consider. But yet again, this was Jackson, you didnât know Jackson, you only ever knew John.Â
âJackson, donât do this to meâ your lip wobbled, eyes heavy.Â
The pounding headache didnât help. Hopelessly, you tugged at your binds, Jackson smirked darkly at the sight. The soft touch he always gave you made your legs squirmed. Heâd only be rough with you if you wanted it that way, you prayed heâd stick to that.Â
âShush, youâre gonna have to comply with me baby. I know everything about you, every single person youâve ever even smiled at, I will have killed if you continue to piss me off. You've sacrificed enough for your job, so surely you can still sacrifice a little bit for meâ he grinned. You opened your mouth to counter, but Jackson was quick to press his finger to your lips and hush you. âI know Iâve lied to you from the beginning, but you have to know that Iâve always loved youâ Jackson spoke truthfully, rawly.
It felt like a rip to the heart, because you knew his words were honest. That look in his eyes was too hard to stare at. No, this doesnât change anything. Jackson was a horrible person, you were not the same as him no matter how badly he tried to persuade you.Â
âYou took advantage of meâ you huffed, blinking back your tears.
âI know, Iâm sorryâ Jackson exhaled, almost looking guilty at his actions. âBaby, weâre not normal people, you canât possibly hold this against me. Now, you can go around and think that what I did was unforgivable. But canât you just be happy that you are completely accepted by somebody? No one will ever love you the way I do. What we have is real, youâre mine and Iâm yours, alwaysâ Jackson confessed.Â
All you could do was laugh weakly. The insanity of this man was wild. The sweet look on his face dropped.Â
âYouâre fucking crazyâ you insulted.Â
âDonât piss me offâ Jackson said coldly. A stare off commenced, slowly a grin grew on Jacksonâs lips. âYou want a job with me? I can get you in easilyâ Jackson laughed softly.
âI was going to quit for youâ you snarled.Â
âMade it easier for you thenâ Jackson shrugged.Â
His eyes lowered to your stomach. Instantly, you knew exactly what he was thinking. Your body tensed as his hand traveled closer to your bare skin. You flinched as his fingertips rolled over your hardened nipples firstly.Â
âNow, let's talk about that babyâ Jackson licked his lips, his hand pressed to your stomach. You were speechless, shocked that he could think of this still. âA baby Rippner, now doesnât that just sound fitting?â Jackson sniggered with a smug mouth.Â
Slowly, he stripped himself bare over you. All you could do was watch in a mixture of fear, intimidation and arousal. His body was always so perfect in your eyes. You hated how badly you subconsciously submitted to him. As your skull thrummed, you squeezed your eyes shut. All you wanted to do was stop thinking completely.Â
Jackson whispered your name as he pressed his lips to your neck. It was soft, everything he was doing was so fucking perfect. The way his hands rubbed your trembling skin, how the top of his head rubbed against the side of your face. Those sweet whispers of his made you squirm, the pleasurable ache in your core tormented you.Â
His hands squeezed your tits, as he gradually lowered himself to your cunt. Sometimes Jackson wished that he could die by suffocation from in between your legs. The smell of your musk was intoxicating. You whined, your mouth clamped shut. Everything was hurting you, breaking you, yet your body demanded to accept the pleasure all too easily.Â
âYeah, gonna put a fucking baby in you alright. All fucking mine, fuck youâre so perfect, I love you so fucking much babyâ Jackson praised, his fingers rolled over your sensitive flesh as he admired you.Â
This was too much to handle. You broke down in tears as your body trembled from a mixture of reactions. Quickly and carefully, Jackson climbed up your body, his lips pressed to the side of your mouth.Â
âHey, hey, youâre okay baby⌠Iâll look after you, always. You just gotta give me a shot, Iâm still John⌠Still the man you marriedâ he assured quietly as he tried to wipe your tears away.Â
âJackson- pleaseâ you sobbed.Â
âShush, Iâm always going to take care of you. I made vows to you, I refuse to break my wordâ Jackson spoke more firmly this time. Â
âJacksonâ you whispered as he aligned his tip to your entrance.
âMy name sounds so beautiful on your lips baby, keep on saying itâ Jackson softly ordered.Â
After whimpering his name one more time, he crashed his lips against yours. Your mouth fell open, you were too tired to fight him anymore. His eager member slipped deep into your welcoming walls. The pleasure was too relaxing for your state. You were losing consciousness. All you wanted to do was sleep, it was the quickest way you could get away from him, even though it was only temporarily.Â
âNo, no, stay with me. Keep your eyes open, youâre fineâ Jackson commanded.Â
When you didnât listen to him, mumbling and whimpering to yourself, he slipped his hand around your throat and squeezed hard. You wheezed out, your bloodshot eyes flashed open as you searched for air, bound wrists fought against the rope. Jackson coached into your ear, his hips slowly pumping his cock in and out of you. He released his grip enough for you to ruggedly breathe, his lips attached onto every bruise and cut on your body to assure you that he meant no harm. You tried to hide it from him, but it was pointless. He knew your body inside out, it truly was his to own.Â
âJackson Iâm⌠GonnaâŚâ you gasped as you felt your walls pulsate.Â
âThatâs it, let all of that tension go, get rid of all of that bad energyâ Jackson smirked as his free hand rubbed your sensitive bud.Â
Shortly, you screamed out hoarsely, he let go of your neck to hear your sympathy. The clenches vibrated down his length. Right after, Jackson felt his dick ready to spurt out. His hands pulled your hips up as he buried himself completely inside of you, your body trembled immensely as he finished inside of you. Your body slumped, completely exhausted as you gasped for an easy breath. Right before you finally could escape him, you heard his dark voice echo through your mind.Â
âGoodnight Mrs Rippnerâ

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Angelina Jolie as Jane Smith in Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005) â¨
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itâs wild that ppl are comparing the 2005 mr and mrs smith to the new tv series when theyâre so completely different
#like they needed to put âLOOSELY BASEDâ on the 2005 film in their original description#bc bby girl only thing the two have in common is that theyâre both spies#i am enjoying this show tho#donald glover and maya erskine have really great chemistry#like john and janeâs relationship is SOO natural i love watching them#mr and mrs smith 2024
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mr and mrs smith bts (2004)
#girlblogger#tumblrina#waif#girl interrupted syndrome#angelina jolie#girl blogging#girl blog#fashion#mr and mrs smith#mr and mrs smith (2005)
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Am sorry, but even if it's always had some emotional sincerity and rawness underneath all the shenanigans, TUA never was the show I expected to be a realistic depiction of life. Particularly with Diego and Lila who are a couple of maniacs whos relationship always was unhinged and unconventional even by that world standards. So I whenever I thought about their family life it's always looked like bit more R-rated version of Spy Kids, but not whatever the fuck it was in s4.
#the umbrella academy#tua season 4#tua#diego hargreeves#lila pitts#lila hargreeves#diego x lila#i get that them being dissatisfied with family routine is a valid take#just in context of their previous relationship it feels like a butt of a joke#âor look their are sitcom characters nowâ#okay but where the fun#let them be tried and frustrated but at least not make them boring#let them fight at the kitchen like it's 2005 mr & mrs smith
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Idk how to describe it, but George Emerson and Mr Darcy are on exact opposite ends of romantic lead spectrum yet both possess insane amounts of autistic swag just executed in wildly different ways
#pride and prejudice#a room with a view#Jane Austen#em forster#george emerson#lizzie bennet#mr Darcy#helena bonham carter#maggie smith#Judi dench#Maurice#call me by your name#pride and predjudice 2005#fitzwilliam darcy#Daniel day Lewis#Julian sands
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Angelina Jolie | Versace gown | Mr. & Mrs. Smith Los Angeles Premiere | 2005
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Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)
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Angelina Jolie in âMr. & Mrs. Smithâ (2005)
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In honor of the remake coming out, Can we just talk about what a masterpiece the OG Mr. & Mrs. Smith is??? I love the cute lil story and how they fall in love and donât have any idea how perfect for each other they really are and how they get to fall in love all over again? The wordplay, the playful hinting to each other about the truth about their jobs. Blah blah blah destroy-the-house level shoot out turning into a knock down drag out love scene????? Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, earth shattering. Fucking life changing. Their chemistry is palpable. Ugggggghhhh I love movie magic
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Angelina Jolie in âMr. & Mrs. Smithâ, 2005
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The dance scene, the knock down drag out fight followed by aggressive sex, and the final fire fight are my favorite scenes in Mr & Mrs Smith
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