#super freak

‘cause i’m a jealous girl

pairing: titus danforth x reader

content: SMUT!!!! | reader is super jealous, manipulative, and unhinged lol | titus is whipped for reader though | titus being a submissive loser | erectile dysfunction | degrading language | p in v sex | foot job | body worship

🟡 author’s note: rewatched ‘ready or not: here i come’ for the fourth time. every time titus came on the screen, i came too

–

“you’re such a fucking loser, titus!” you huffed as your feet stomped away from him. you didn’t care for the judgmental stares that came from the other elite council families, not when you were practically fuming at your husband for the way he looked at grace le domas, or maccaulley, or whatever she preferred to call herself.

you heard him following close after you, the door behind you two clicking shut as you stormed into a private chamber of the estate.

“it’s not like that,” he said gently, attempting to ease your temper. “i’m doing this to win the high seat back for you. for us,” he added, cautiously closing the space between you two.

“oh, please,” you scoffed, turning around to glare at him, your gaze filled with disgust. “so you just had to be the one to sedate her, hm?” you questioned, harshly shoving him away.

jealousy ran deep through your veins when it came to titus danforth. you were the sole person who looked past the unfledged, volatile reputation he held amongst the elite class. you even withstood his humiliating lack of experience, if anything, you were the one who taught him how to properly fuck, unlike the few bribed women his father forced on him prior to your arranged marriage.

titus was smitten with you the second your pompous father had promised you to him, eager to finally have something that was completely his own; something his twin sister, ursula, couldn’t touch or steal from him. it was also a bonus that he was absurdly attracted to your venomous attitude. titus loved the way you’d glare at him with such disdain, the way you’d practically degrade him and command him to tend to your every whim.

despite the two of you starting off on shaky ground, titus eventually grew on you. in certain aspects of his life, he just seemed so helpless and naive. you grew addicted to the way he’d depend on you. the way you could make the grown man cry and beg every time you disapproved of his actions.

titus let out a shaky exhale, his hands held up as a visual of surrender. “okay, okay… i’m sorry, sweetheart. but it’s really not what you think,” he continued, his hazel eyes pleading with you.

“whatever, asshole,” you growled, rolling your eyes at him. “why don’t you just go fuck her instead, huh? since you clearly want her so badly! i bet you don’t even love me anymore!” you yelled.

he flinched at your words, swallowing down a whine. “no, no, no! i do love you. only you,” he pleaded as he dropped down on his knees in front of you, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs.

an obnoxious string of knocks could be heard at the door, interrupting your private moment. “yo, cousin! they dumped her body, the hunt is starting,” kip called out.

you looked down at titus, savoring the pathetic way he was desperately clinging to the soft silk of your dress. “go,” you said coldly. “now,” you added stubbornly, nodding at the door.

he hesitated for a moment before standing up, looking like a kicked puppy from your indifference. “please,” he whispered, hating the thought of leaving you in such an upset state.

you could tell he was anticipating a scrap of affection as you roughly pulled titus in by his collar, your apathetic gaze meeting him. “i’ll be watching. now go,” you repeated, giving his cheek a condescending pat.

as the hunt started, you watched from the club room, tracking your husband’s movements from the live feed on the screens. you knew it was cruel to let him hunt with the haunting heat of your anger, paired with the stinging loss of his father, but it was your way of keeping him in check. someone had to keep titus on a leash, and as long as you secured his devotion to you, you were guaranteed a place of comfort and authority.

it was a difficult hunt, one that lasted far longer than you expected as the maccaulley sisters continued to outsmart the high council families. you’d never admit it, but you even had a brief moment of doubt as you watched the two sisters weasel their way out over and over again. you made a mental note to chastise titus later for it. you let out a subtle exhale of relief as your husband successfully eliminated grace with a brutal swing of his war hammer, securing the high seat for the danforths just a few hours before dawn.

you retreated to your own private, luxurious estate on the far side of the danforth property as the hunt finally wrapped up. one that titus had let you have complete authority over in architecture and furnishment. as pleased as you were with the wealth and abundance associated with the high seat, you hated the thought of being present for the gruesome, ominous crowning ceremony, especially the part where they had to sacrifice the blood of an innocent goat. you knew titus would understand your absence.

after treating yourself to a much-needed shower and meticulously coating your skin with your collection of skincare products, you picked out a white, lacy set of lingerie, one that titus loved seeing on you before pulling your silk robe over. you spent the rest of your time waiting for his return, impatiently occupying yourself with your favorite reality show.

as titus finally trudged into the bedroom, you kept your gaze on the tv screen, your body nestled on the soft mattress as you felt the bitter jealousy still pulsing under your skin.

“i’m back,” he said, his voice rough and tired. he held up his right hand, showing you the satanic ring that sat on his ring finger. “i did it,” he added, pausing at the edge of the bed, desperate for you to take him into your arms.

you glanced over at him, taking in his bruised face, and the blood that had dried on his cheek. you gave him a soft hum in approval as you rose from the bed, swinging your legs over as you stood up to meet him.

he let out a quiet whimper as your hand gently caressed his cheek, his eyes trailing down the neckline of your robe, blatantly admiring the sight of your bare neck and sternum, before looking back up at your face.

“good boy, titus,” you praised softly, your thumb grazing over the blooming purple bruise on the side of his face.

“… am i forgiven?” he asked carefully, his hands resting on your waist, scared that you’d walk away from him.

you gave him a nod, a sinister smile growing on your face. “but if i ever catch you with another woman, i’ll blind you myself, ‘kay?” you warned casually, before pulling him down to meet your lips.

the kiss started off slow and sweet. your hands tangled in his silver curls as his hands roamed under the silk robe you had on, tracing the underside of your lace bra. titus eagerly pressed his crotch against you, his groping touch becoming more demanding as he crowded you against the bed. “i want it off,” he whined against your lips, undoing the knot at the front, letting the silk fall away.

he swallowed thickly, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of you dressed in his favorite lingerie. he thought you looked so pure and angelic for him, he could feel his mouth salivating like a mutt, eager to sink himself into you.

you smacked his hand away as he reached to unclip your bra, tutting your tongue.

“nuh-uh,” you said, sitting down on the bed. “you first. hurry up and strip, baby.”

he might’ve been the one who donned the elite ring, but he was completely obedient to your command. you had trained him well, after all.

his hands quickly went to the undo the buckle of his belt, fumbling with the zipper of his trousers before he stepped out of his pants. he then tugged off his shirt, exposing his battered body. you felt a hint of pity as he lastly stripped off his undergarment, leaving him vulnerable and bare as he stood before you.

“get on your knees,” you instructed, your foot nudging his limp cock as he kneeled before you.

“nngh… fuck,” he whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, before you gave him a sharp smack across his face. it wasn’t hard enough to hurt him, but enough to startle him.

“watch your mouth, filthy boy,” you scolded. “keep your hands behind your back.”

his eyes watered as he complied, your foot continued to graze up and down his shaft as you watched him squirm. “so fucking pathetic. you can’t even get it up for your wife, huh?” you mocked.

“‘m sorry, sweetheart. just a little tired,” he whispered, choking back a pained moan as your foot gave his balls a hard nudge.

“don’t tell me i have to start looking into medication or erectile devices for you,” you continued, pleased at the way his cheeks flushed pink in humiliation.

he adamantly shook his head, leaning down to plant kisses on your feet, before trailing up your ankle, nuzzling his nose against your calf. he pulled back slightly to watch you strip off your lingerie, his cock finally stirring at the sight of your bare form. you teasingly spread open your thighs just slightly, giving him a glimpse of what he so desperately needed to satiate his hunger.

“you know what you need to do to earn me, don’t you titus?” you purred, glancing down at his erection.

“yes, ma’am,” he nodded. his hand gently grabbed one of your feet as he began to rut his weeping cock against you. he grabbed your other foot with his free hand, guiding your toes into his mouth as he slobbered over them.

“oh—mmm… so good,” he moaned, angling his hips so that the tip of his shaft hit the arch of your foot just right. you watched the way he worshipped you, grinning as you felt the dual stimulation of the sticky head of his cock pushing against the sole of your foot along with his wet, warm mouth sucking on the other. it always sent a filthy rush over you, watching the man that others feared be dumbed down to a lustful mutt that lived off of your praise.

his humping only lasted for a brief, two minutes before he let out a long groan of your name, quickly blowing his load all over your foot.

“that’s it, titus… now, come here,” you beckoned, lying down on your elbows, as he shakily rose up to hover over you. his hands were planted on the sides of your head, as his knees caged in your thighs.

you pulled him down in a hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hand reached down to stroke his sensitive cock.

he let out a sharp hiss, pulling back to hide his face in the crook of your neck as you pumped his shaft, forcing him to get hard again. “mmm… please…” titus groaned, “needa be inside you, please. i’ve been good, haven’t i?” he begged, one hand roaming down your side before cupping your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple.

“shh… i know, honey. you’ve been so good,” you praised soothingly, feeling his wet tears against the skin of your shoulder.

you took pity on your poor husband as you finally guided his aching cock towards your entrance, taking in just the tip of his girthy member at first.

“fuck…” you muttered, your brows pinched together as your hand led his hip to push further into you. titus glanced down, fixated on the way your labia stretched to accommodate him, the way your puffy clit was peeking out due to your arousal. his hand moved from your chest to your clitoris, his thumb rubbing quick circles against it, just as you taught him.

“ah—titus, just like that,” you moaned, he continued slowly pushing in until his pelvis sat flush against yours, waiting for your signal that he could begin thrusting.

once you adjusted to his thick size, you gave him a small nod, your hands moving to grip onto his broad shoulders.

he eagerly began to rock against you, the movement of his thrusts causing the bed frame beneath the two of you to creak.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to be more calculated with his thrusts, aiming to hit that spot inside you that made you cry out in pleasure.

“does that feel good, mrs. danforth?” titus huffed, a smug grin on his face. “yeah, ah—right there, hm? you’re so tight and warm for me, feels so—mmph—good… please let me cum in you, baby. promise i’ll be so, so good for you,” he rambled, folding over you so that he could be closer as he continued to piston himself against your sweet spot.

you panted and moaned as his thrusts became more and more insistent. the lewd, wet slap, slap, slap of your bodies colliding echoed through your shared bed chamber, punctured by his groans and whines as the two of you neared your climax.

“c’mon and—ah—finish in me then,” you stuttered out, your nails raking down the toned, freckled flesh of his back. you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him even closer. “you wanna fill me up and get me pregnant, hm?”

he let out a choked whimper at your words, his heavy thrusts becoming sloppy as he focused on driving his cum into you.

“oh, god—oh, fuckkk, that’s it,” he groaned, his hips stilling as he came. you reached down between your bodies, rubbing your clit as you felt the hot, copious spurts of his cum fill you up.

“mmm, yes, titus, good boy,” you whined, your voice clipped as you hit your climax as well, your walls gripping around his cock tightly as you rode out your high.

the two of you stayed in a heated mess of tangled limbs, keeping his softening cock nestled inside you as you caught your breath.

“i love you,” your husband whispered, planting sweet kisses to your collarbone.

“mmm, love you too, titus,” you hummed, stroking your hand over his back. you then let your hand roam over his shoulder, down his bicep and forearm, before interlacing your hand with his. you positioned his hand in front of you, staring at the new ring on his finger, the one that he had killed for.

“i want a new jet,” you said, giving him a small, devilish smile. “i want us to go on vacation, too. somewhere nice and tropical,” you added.

"yeah can I get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?"

"absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?"

"uuuuuuuh hold on"

*fishes something out of my pocket*

"super creek what do I do?"

"get the fries. you'll need the energy in the coming days"

*stuffs it back in my pocket*

I don't believe in opposites attracting. I believe that all couples are perfectly suited to each other, especially in their private lives. We saw both sides of Connor and Hudson in press depending on which country they were in. In the early Canadian press Connor seemed slightly raunchier and more unhinged, and Hudson showed some of his more chilled quiet side. When they did American press, it was reversed especially in the Teen Vogue Compliment Interview and the Buzz Feed Thirst Tweets video. Although some of this could be chalked up to the nature of different interviews.

The point is they both have a loud unabashed side to them; they've both said they're clowns and match each other's freak. But they also have a sensitive quiet side to them as well. I always think even though couples are matched sometimes in public one may present overtly one way or the other making people think their personalities are different when they're not.

Right now, based on the nature of the professional events and opportunities coming their way, people seem to be under the impression that Hudson is just this party animal living it up, like come on now, just because he's having a good time, at work events mind you, doesn't mean he doesn't have home training. Y'all just be weird about it. And then acting like Connor is some kind of artsy indie filmmaker /actor who is above all of that, which depending on the source is full of micro aggressions. I'm looking at you solo Connor fans on Twitter. They're the same y'all they just know how to act in different settings and when to play certain parts of their personalities up and tone them down.

You don't say you match each other's freak unless y'all are truly a freaky match made in heaven which is exactly what Hudson and Connor are.