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#thinking back to my birthday#before everything happened#before... him#before she decided to do what she did#when everything was normal#when i was okay#when i didnt have nightmares about it#when was she was still here#before i had to walk around campus in fear#before i had to get a no contact was questioned by the police#thinking back to when he was still in my life#and i was just a dumb kid falling in love for the first time#thinking about what he did to them and then me#just... thinking#tw rant
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TO LIE AND LOVE LIKE YOU DO.
ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.
part two of off to the races.
summary â itâs been months since you ran away from the loves of your life. you think you have escaped them forever â only for them to return, with a sick game of cat and mouse coming into play as they remind you just how much you belong to them.
warning tags â adult language. extremely dark content; m*rder, stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior, threats of kidnapping, lowkey blackmail (?), threats made with a weapon. strong adult content; slapping, spitting, double penetration, edging, mommy and daddy kink(s), gun play, bondage, threesomes.
authorâs message â let me know if i forgot any important missing tags for this. please proceed with caution as this part is extremely heavier than the first part; ellie and abby are so not nice in here, and it gets dark pretty quickly.
âWhere the fuck could she have gone?â Abby asked, her and Ellie frantically searching the penthouse. âShe knows better than to turn off her location, or leave unannounced.â
âShe was just here, sleeping and resting,â Ellie stated, and their panic was overcomed with frustration and anger instead. You knew that if you went anywhere without them, that you had to tell them exactly where and your location could never go off.
They would chip you if they could. They have thought about it numerous times.
Ellieâs phone rang, and she grabbed it out of her back pocket, noticing Joelâs contact. âHello?â She answered, irritation playing into her tone. âWhatâs goinâ on, Joel?â
âThe police are heading to your place,â Joel said, and Ellie put the call on speaker. âI donât know what you two have done this time, but it is bad and I am not helpinâ out with any clean ups.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Ellie asked.
âIâm not some moron, Ellie!â He yelled, and she rolled her eyes. âThey know you killed someone. They know your girlfriend was with you, too. I called her, and asked questions.â
âYou did what?â Abby shouted. âJoel, what the fuck!â
Thatâs how they knew you had run away from them. You were a timid and easily frightened individual, and now that you were aware of what they had done, you scurried away and were going to hide. The pair knew they had some time to track you down to your home.
âFuck off, Joel,â Ellie cursed, ending the call. âWe have time to get her, to make up a story or whatever. We can avoid the police for the night?â
They agreed to find you and explain everything, to lure you back to them as they assured that there was nothing to worry about.
Abbyâs eyes go wide. âThe shirt.â
Ellie cursed under her breath, running to the closet and into the hamper â only to find the shirt completely gone. You had taken it, and now many possibilities surged through their heads.
âItâs gone!â Ellie yelled, and before the two could leave the penthouse to go to you, two detectives walked in.
The amusing yet realistic part of everything is that even though they knew that you thought you had gotten away for good, they were preparing on how to get you back, and never be able to escape again.
You had a particular interest in Philosophy during high school.
You loved to read the knowledge these scholar men would try to pass on, what they had to say about life, beauty, or death. You wanted to understand their wisdom, their perspective of all things, of everything around them, and how they got to a certain point about it.
You remembered a certain quote from Plato, of how Zeus feared the power of two humans mending together as one, leaving them with four arms, four legs, a head with two faces on it. However, he was so threatened by this that he split them into two, and left them to wander Earth to find each other again.
You had believed in that quote when Ellie and Abby entered your life. These two girls, the most threatening pair, would put a grand shift on your life, and how you perceived it as. They utterly shifted your world, they took you in, and prioritized your needs.
You were worshiped by them.
You couldnât see beyond the horizon of the world without them there, and in your isolation, you still didnât know how to.
More than sixty-five days since your departure, leaving them behind, and not hearing a single word from them.
When you came to your parentâs villa, your mother opened the door, and you sobbed into her arms, clutching onto her. She hugged you, stroked your hair, and didnât know if she shouldâve spoken or not.
Your tears soaked into her shirt, and she had to nearly drag you inside, afraid of what was happening with you.
âMy dear, whatâs going on?â She asked, clear to see the exhausted look on your face, your eyes bloodshot as she sat you both down on the couch. âI havenât seen you like this in a while.â
âI just⊠Abby and Ellie,â you sobbed, heavily breathing, and shook your head, still in denial of what they did. âI just need to be here for a while. Iâm going to transfer to Oxford.â
âYou already decided on Columbia,â your mother stated, and you continued to cry, earning a sigh out of her. âYou canât just drop it now.â
You wanted to scream, âthey might kill me if I return. They may never let me go after that.â You knew that they were combing through New York, probably already onto their next target â you knew the lengths they would go to just to have you back.
That was something you couldnât fucking stomach.
âMom, please,â you whispered, your voice jagged and shaky. âI just canât go back to the city.â You stared up at her, and she cradled your face in her hands for a moment before nodding, and let you rest your head on her lap.
âOkay, love. You can stay here,â she assured, rubbing your back, and let you sob until you finally calmed down and fell asleep.
The next morning, your father was telling you about Abby and Ellie, wondering if you had any idea about it.
âTheyâre in deep shit,â he said, glaring at you. âWhat are you not telling us?â
âI donât know anything, dad!â You denied, and your mother stood aside, arms folded. âJoel already asked me the same things that you are! I donât remember shit from that night!â
âSo you were there?â Your dad asked, and you fell quiet. He took your silence as an answer, sighing heavily and rubbed his temple in frustration. âYou werenât with any one of them? At all?â
âI⊠Ellie gave me some coke,â you confessed, guilt reeling into you as you were partially lying, and throwing her under the rug. âI was having a tough night after this guy was harassing me, and after she gave it to me, I was left with Dina and Jesse.â
An exasperated sigh came from your mother, simply frustrated that you had been doing drugs. You were never going to be her perfect daughter, and you didnât know how long it was going to take until she accepted that fact.
Your dad took a minute to process this information before grabbing your shoulders, and forcing you to look at him. âFrom here on out, you know nothing. Do you understand me?â
You nodded, and he brought you into a hug, coddling the back of your head. Your fatherâs affection was never this tender or earnest, and you knew he was only being protective for the family image, but you didnât care for that â your father was holding you for the first time since you were eleven.
You had to change your phone number, deactivate any social media you had, and new butlers, maids, and chauffeurs were put into place. Your parents allowed you to move to London a month later, staying in a comfortable flat, but were patrolled by bodyguards in answer to your paranoia.
After your readjustment to life, you prevented yourself from hearing anything Abby or Ellie, or if they were at trial. You needed to focus on yourself, get your shit together, and focus on your classes at Oxford.
A few months into the new school, you kept your head low and isolated â something you were used to doing when at Faye Academy, before they made themselves stuck in your existence.
You considered taking your courses online, but knew youâd only lose your mind being stuck in your flat for days on end.
All in four months, your life was granted something that youâd forgotten â freedom.
Not that Abby and Ellie were extremely possessive, but you haven't known anyone besides them in a while. You were able to make friends at Oxford, go out to bars and diners, without the fear they may kill someone who even breathed in your general direction.
It was a relief. And you felt human again.
Your parents constantly checked in on you, and often tried to visit. It was the first time in a while since they hovered over you, and were concerned for your well being.
âYes, mom. Iâm fine,â you assured over the phone, the device stuck between your shoulder and ear as you were returning your textbooks. âI finished classes early, so I was thinking of going back to Milan for semester break.â
âWell, honey, you see,â your mother started off, clearing her throat. âYour father and I were going to attend a gala tomorrow; Joel is throwing it.â
âI thought you guys cut him off,â you said, rushing out of the library, and to your car. âEspecially after everything.â
There was silence.
âMom?â
âEllie and Abby were found not guilty,â she said, and your heart sank to your stomach. âThe trial concluded yesterdayâ we didnât want to say anything.â
You froze in your tracks. âWhat?â
âThey didnât kill that boy. I guess he had enemies all along,â she continued, and your head spun. âIf you come with us, they wonât be there. Joel assured us of it.â
âSo everything is just fine now because theyâre innocent?â You questioned.
âHoney, youâre acting as if you know something,â she stated, and you exasperatingly sighed, continuing your walk to your vehicle. âBut Jerry and Joel did say they were going to get the girls in contact with a psychiatrist.â
âHuh, and why is that?â
âIâm not sure,â she muttered, and you hopped into your car, locking the doors. âWould you like to come? And maybe we can then spend a few days in the city. Shop around Fifth.â
âIâll think about it, momma. Still unsure about the city,â you said, and she sighed, visibly exasperated with your nerves. âI just donât want an accidental run in with the girls.â
âYou guys were so close,â she remembered. âI donât know what happened, but I hope you all make up soon; they were the best part of your life.â
âBye, mom,â is all you said, hanging up the call, and tossed your phone into the passenger seat, along with your book bag. You heavily sighed, staring blankly out into the parking lot.
They were the best part of your life.
They were the tragedy of you. They were Hell masked as Heaven, where their lure was nothing more than a ticket to damnation.
Yet, all of them were bestowed to you. You were their alter, their religion, the only reason as to why they believed in life, as you did with them.
But in your time of being free from their grasp, you could breathe, and find a newer light where nothing could dim it.
Your phone dinged, and your eyes snapped over to it, hands fiddling for the device. You opened up the lock screen to see a message from a random number.
Unknown: Image Attached.
You swallowed thickly, your hands numbing as you unlocked your phone and went to the conversation.
It was a picture of you from last night, hanging out with your friend, Delilah. She was someone you had been fond of since attending Oxford, and you had gotten close to her.
Unknown: Cute girl.
R: Who the fuck is this???
Unknown: Didnât know running made you so dumb.
Nausea washed over you, and fear rattled in your bones.
Unknown: Hi, little lamb. You miss us?
R: Iâll call the police.
Unknown: Iâll tell them you tampered with evidence. We wouldnât want that, right? Pretty baby like you isnât suitable for jail time.
R: You would go down with me.
Unknown: You betrayed us. What makes you think we wouldnât betray you?
You wanted to break your phone on your steering wheel, and you searched the outside of your car, checking your surroundings. There were only a few students, and it was still light outside.
But you knew they were watching you.
Unknown: You run again, and we will find you.
R: Why now?
Unknown: Had some troubles along the way, baby. But we took our time keeping tabs on you. Oxford treating you nice? Howâs every bitch who fucks you?
R: Youâre stalking me?
Unknown: You really are fucking stupid.
R: Donât think I wonât get a restraining order against you.
Unknown: Why would you want that, little lamb? After everything we have done for you? Didnât take you for an ungrateful brat, you know. We have been there when you needed us, taken care of you, dealt with people for you.
R: You mean murder people.
Unknown: Mhm.
Unknown: Be careful, honey. Scary world we live in.
You tried to send another message, but it wouldnât go through. âWhat the fuck, what the fuck!â You screamed, going to your phone contacts, and bringing your phone up to your ear.
âMiss, are you alright?â Carson asked. He had been your personal bodyguard since you moved to London, and was respectful of when you wanted to be alone. âAre you in danger?â
âI need my house and the surrounding area to be checked out,â you said, reviving your car engine, and pressed on the gas. âCheck for any sort of security cameras, too. Tell Rosaline to pack a suitcase for me as well, Iâm heading to Los Angeles.â
âYes, maâam,â Carson answered, the call dropping, and you put your phone in your lap. You were trying not to get into a car accident on your way back to your flat, but you needed to leave the city immediately. You were just happy you finished your courses on time, and you didnât need to worry about your education for a while.
About to reach home, your phone started to buzz in your lap. You pulled over to the side to look at the contact, only for it to be unknown again.
You hesitated on answering, just wanting to let it ring through, but a part of you wanted to know what sick agenda they had planned out for you. You knew they werenât going to stop, that they needed you vulnerable and scared in order for them to pounce at you at the perfect moment; just like a prey and predator situation.
A game of cat and mouse.
You accepted the call, putting it on speaker. âHello?â
âHi, bunny,â you heard Abbyâs voice, and your head spun. It had been so long since you heard either girl's voice, that you frowned at the sound of it, and almost how comforting it could be. âMissed you.â
âAbbyâŠâ you whispered out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. âI⊠You both need to stop this.â
âWhy, bun? You donât like it?â She asked.
âYou and Ellie killed Brandon, and probably many others,â you told her, sniffling as tears carelessly dropped out of your eyes. âI know you thought you were doing the right thing, but murder is wrong.â
âYou have the shirt, bunny,â Abby stated, and you went quiet. âWhy would you do that, hm? If you really wanted to dispose and run from us, you wouldâve left it behind, or turned it over to the police.â
You couldnât tell her your logic or reasoning behind taking the shirt. It even sounded unreal to you, unbelievable, given the circumstances, and how you ran off.
âI couldnât help but think of what would happen if you both went to prison,â you admitted, hot water running down your cheeks. âI⊠You and Ellie protected me, and I thought it was only fair I returned the favor. But that didnât mean I wanted you in my life again.â
Abby hummed. âAnd why is that?â
âIâm free,â you muttered, inhaling sharply. âYou and her wanted to keep me in a cage, keep me locked up forever. You have done it ever since you stepped into my life, and I couldnât see it until that evening.â
âYou make it sound so horrible, bunny,â she breathily chuckled, able to hear Ellieâs own laughter roughly in the background. âLet me ask you again; whoâs going to put up with you? Who was fucking there when Miranda Rhodes was fucking spilling rumors about you having eating disorders? Who the fuck handled Timothy Yales after he said he had sex with you after Winter formal?â
âHOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!â You shouted, millions of emotions flooding over you, and taking you at once, drowning âI never once fucking told you or Ellie to go out of your way to do that shit! I can fucking handle myself, and being away from you both has proved that.â
âOh, bunny. You have no idea what youâre getting yourself into,â Abby stated, sharp and clear with you. She talked as if you were dumb, that you were about out of your mind.
You could nearly burst apart, everything of you filled with terror and rage. You werenât sure if they expected you to bow at their feet for all their maniacal endeavors they willingly decided to partake in, but you werenât going to.
You had come this far without them, you had managed to escape them for a good time, and you werenât planning on stopping everything now. You werenât going to surrender your freedom and life all for them, all because you knew what they were, and what they could do.
âIf I have to turn in that shirt to make sure I never see either of you ever again, I will,â you said, and hung up the call, dropping your phone back into your lap, and continued to drive back home.
The moment your car was parked, you rushed up the stairs of the building, and bursted through your front door. Your guards were all there, Rosaline getting finished up with your second suitcase as Carson approached you from the side.
âMiss, we have searched the area,â he stated, following you while you walked into your bedroom. âWe found no sort of threat, especially here. I have called your familyâs plane to be prepped and ready for take off to Los Angeles.â
âCarson, please close the door,â you said, sitting down on the edge of your naked bed. He listened, shutting it, leaving you and him in your bedroom as you looked up at him. âI need to ask a question, and this stays between us. Do you get that?â
âOf course, maâam. I am under your and your parents serving,â he reassured, keeping himself near the door, a secure radius between the both of you.
âIs it possible for me to avoid the law? Few months ago, I may or may have not tampered with evidence,â you blurted, and he inhaled heavily, but nodded, tuned in with you. âMy reason is so stupid, but Iâm regretting keeping it in my possession, and I donât want to anymore.â
âWell, what is it?â He wondered.
âA shirt,â you began, and he cocked his head to the side. âWith blood on it. Someoneâs blood who isnât mine, because my ex-girlfriends in New York beat this dude who was harassing me.â
âAnd you want to turn this in now?â Carson asked, and you nodded. âOkay, miss. Iâm going to see what I can do, and once I do, you can hand it over to me.â
âThank you so much, Carson,â you smiled, standing up. âNow, letâs head to the city of angels.â
You had your own bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. It was cozy and spacious, everything to your liking, but only stayed at it when you wanted to escape home. You had once brought Abby and Ellie, and to that, you had to undergo a whole alias, and a different room.
You didnât have much anxiety about being at Chateau, you were packed with protection, and knew the pair wouldnât make so much time or risks since their trial had concluded, also sure that Abby understood your threat about the shirt.
You had flown late into the night, it was about three in the morning of the next day, and you were drained with exhaustion. Sleep was becoming you, yet you were on high alert, and couldnât help but to keep checking your phone.
You worried that there would be another call, or a text; that they werenât quite finished with their game. In your isolation, you had much time to mull over Abby and Ellie, the things they were capable of, or the people they were.
You knew blood and carnage were them. Their beauty and charm was a simple mask that only you were able to see past as violence and cruelty rotted in their souls. Maybe they couldnât help how callous and aggressive they could be, but they lived off of it; it was all they were. There was nothing to stop them, nothing that could change them.
In a sense, you assumed your presence and soul balanced them out well â you were a complete polar opposite to them, and thatâs what stood out to people at Faye Academy.
They were terrorizing, vicious females, standing with you â a loving, and free-spirited person who didnât do much, and just kept to herself. Nobody understood or could comprehend it, but that didn't matter to them â you were the solace in their life.
You knew that they were still rough with people â mostly men â in high school, but you didnât know you were the cause behind each act of violence that they performed. But it made sense, even as you built a timeline.
There was Teresa Doles; she had nitpicked at your appearance for weeks. When you had finally gone to Ellie and Abby about it, pictures of her partying, doing drugs, and medical records of her being in rehab had been leaked everywhere. Her family came from a prestigious lineage, and her reckless behavior put a great indent to it. She had to move to England.
Jonathan White had to be admitted to the hospital after an event for the school. Doctors said they found traces of drugs and poison in his system â which made you laugh because he said he would murder you for rejecting him for Junior prom. You recall him shouting at you, calling you a series of derogatory names, but paid no mind. Ellie and Abby werenât happy when he told you such a thing.
Kayla Lynn was sent to the ER after her body had been found beaten and bloody in the bathroom. She was barely conscious, unrecognizable to those who found her â the doctors had to pull a tooth and fingerprints from her just to get an ID. You remembered how she bullied you for liking girls, calling you derogatory names, and even said she hoped you would be killed for it.
And you knew there just had to be more than those people. So many of your bullies either switched schools, dropped off the face of Earth, or were in physical therapy after you had told Abby and Ellie about what each of those people did to you.
You were too gullible and head over heels in love with the duo to know they were doing so much behind your back. You had been completely tuned in with love and the relationship, all you saw was them as your blessing.
They meant it when they said they would do anything for you.
âWe handled it,â Ellieâs voice would play in your head from that morning. It would repeat itself like a broken record, never shutting up.
We handled it.
We handled it.
We murdered someone.
You didnât know exactly why the murder scared you, or what provoked you to exactly take the shirt.
You were about to close your eyes until a knock tapped at your door. âMaâam, itâs Carson,â he said, and you welcomed him in, sitting up on your bed.
You turned on the nightstand's lamp, and he gave you a small smile. âI found a way to submit the evidence without it being traced to you,â Carson said, and your heartbeat went still. âIf only youâre wanting to give up the shirt, of course.â
âWell, that was quick,â you nervously laughed, staring down at your lap. âWhatâs the plan to turn it in?â
âI have trusted connections to the NYPD. Some officers work as guards like I do,â Carson reassured, and you hummed, chewing on your lower lip. âWe can send the shirt to them as anonymous, and you wonât have to worry about the shipping coming back to you; itâll be under my name.â
âAre you positive about that?â
âAbsolutely, maâam,â he said, and your body trembled, mind hazy. You knew it would be the moral thing to do; the guy harassed you, but Ellie and Abby couldâve done anything else besides murder.
The only murder you were aware of, of course.
These girls protected and defended you and your name. They would put the world on fire, yet never let a flame brush on your skin; they were the poisonous paradise you couldnât see as Heaven or Hell.
You had to release them, though. You needed to grow up without them by your side, because you were more than them, and they were more than you.
And if the shirt didnât get them anywhere, at least it was out of your grasp.
You got up from your bed, padding over to your suitcase and opened it up. You grabbed a brown paper bag, and held it close to your chest. âPlease make sure I donât get in trouble for this,â you said, pleading eyes looking into Carsonâs soft ones.
He could tell you were beyond frightened. That you were just someone who didnât mean to do this, that your kind heart thought you were doing something right.
You had absolutely nothing to do with this crime, but somehow, you looked ashamed and guilty as if you did. In a sense, you were â you called Abby about the guy, you knew very well what she was capable of. It was no secret how violent and cruel Abby and Ellie could be â physically or emotionally.
âYouâre safe with me,â Carson promised, and you smiled small, hesitantly handing him the bag. âAre you sure about this?â
The bag was out of your hold, Carson grasping onto it. âThey need to learn their lesson,â you said, all your logic and thoughts mixed up in your head, utterly brainless at this given rate. âAnd I just want them to stay out of my life for good.â
He just nodded, taking the bag with him as he exited the room, leaving you alone again.
You couldnât sleep after that. You couldnât even try to rest knowing you were going to ruin their lives, putting into consideration all they did for you.
But, you had just regained your freedom, discovered who you were without them. You were able to make friends without their eyes boring into your soul, you could live in peace.
You couldnât accept anymore threats or violence, just so you could remain theirs forever. Because you knew if they truly loved you, they wouldnât put you in harm's way.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, trapped in your mind when your phone had a sudden ring to it. Your heart stopped, and you froze, your body wanting to sink into the mattress.
You let your phone ring through, letting silence fall pass after the noise stopped.
Not even a minute ticked by as the phone rang again.
You reached for your device, answering the call and brought it up to your ear. âWhat?â
âSo much attitude, little lamb. Youâre going to hurt my feelings,â Ellie's voice came through, and you sighed, sitting up. âIâm starting to like this game. Because I know youâre fucking scared.â
You scoffed. âNo Iâm not. Iâm just wanting you to leave me alone.â
âYou canât deal with the idea of what might happen if we catch you,â she began, and shivers cascaded on your body, holding in your breath. âYou want to keep running, baby? I donât mind the chaseâ itâs exhilarating.â
âYouâre fucking sick.â
âYou knew that, bunny,â Abby joined in, taking over the call. âWhy are you acting so surprised? You fucking got off on how insane we got about you, donât act clueless now.â
âI was naive,â you retorted. âI was manipulated and blinded by you two.â
âManipulated? Big idea for you to get at,â she continued, and you heard Ellieâs cruel laugh in the background of the call. âYou knew what you were doing when coming to us about your bullies. You knew what we all would get out of it.â
âShut the fuck up,â you muttered.
âYou liked us hurting you too, bunny,â she stated, and your breaths were becoming uneven. âAlways in skimpy outfits, flirting with others to get our attention. We fucking saw through you. Youâre just as sick as us.â
âShut the fuck up, Abigail!â
âUsing my full name? Iâm so frightened,â Abby chuckled, amused and lightened by your poor intimidation act. âGot me shaking in my boots here, sweetheart.â
âI hope you dieâ both of you.â
âGod forbid, right? Then whoâll take care of you?â Ellie returned into the conversation. âNot even that Delilah bitch could do it. Or Holly, Nicole, Emily, Zayaâ no one.â
You fell quiet for a moment, your eyes widened in disbelief. âHow do you know them?â
âBaby, we told you this,â Ellie reminded you, sighing. âIf you were to leave us, we would get you again.â
You zipped your mouth, anxiety surging through you.
âHaving fun at the Marmont?â Ellie asked, and you shot up from your bed. âNice name you gotâ Emily Dickinson. Really⊠that name?â
âYouâre fucking here?â You asked.
Ellie snickered. âAlways in your corner.â
âI have people here, patrollingââ
âOh, we get it, you fucking princess!â She yelled. âWe know you have men, we arenât idiots. For a valedictorian, you are sure fucking dense. You think youâre always one step ahead, but you arenât.â
âFuck you, Williams,â you sneered.
âSee you real soon, lamb,â she said, and the call ended. You knew there was no point in trying to reach the number again, it was unknown and a useless line.
Ellie and Abby stood at the top of the hotel, Delilah beaten as cable ties strapped her wrists behind her back. âAlright, you bitch,â Abby picked up Delilah from the ground, adjusting the feeble girl on her feet.
âSheâsâŠ. sheâll hate you for this,â Delilah croaked out. âAnd no one will believe Iâve jumped to my death.â Her head was spinning, barely conscious enough to process what these two random, strange women wanted with her, or why they cared so much. She swore a second ago she was in her flat, sound asleep and relaxed, and now she was on top of the roof of the Chateau Marmont.
None of this made sense.
âWe are going to share this little secret with you since you will be dying,â Ellie said, taking out a cigarette from her pocket. âYouâre not the first person who has pleaded for their life, or thought their death wouldnât be convincing. We do this all for her, and unfortunately, she does enjoy it.â
Delilah shook her head. âNo, no. You donât know her whatsoever.â
âShe brought you here to your death, sweet Delilah,â Ellie continued on, puffing out a blow. âShe knows that whoever tries to steal or touch her, will be either beaten or killed by us.â
âShe wanted you dead,â Abby added, and Delilah broke into hysterical sobs. âAnd we do give our girl whatever she wants.â
Ellie cut off the cable ties, and Abby maneuvered the frail girl over to the ledge. âAnything else you need to say, honey?â Abby asked, and Delilahâs lips parted, prepared to speak. âI donât give a shit,â the blonde said, pushing her off as her and Ellie watched attentively, grinning to themselves as Delilahâs body splat on the concrete, blood making a river around herself.
It wasnât long until your guards were shouting, and there were sirens in the distance.
âMaâam, thereâs been an incident on the grounds,â Carson bursted into your room, and you swallowed thickly, your phone grasped in your hands.
You threw on a robe and your slippers, pushing your way through the men. âLet me go!â You shouted, Carson being the one to shove them off. âI need to see what happened outside!â
âItâs for your safety that you donât!â One of the men, Jackson, protested, but Carson seized your arm, and tugged you outside by your bicep.
âWe listen to her,â he reminded the group as they all followed you outside. You could hear a wave of voices and distress, police officers talking to one another. In your gut, you knew something wasnât right, and you were overwhelmed with nausea.
The noise drew you closer to the entrance of the hotel, where a symphony of shouts were clattering, and police lights mixed into the moonâs gleam. A part of you told yourself to get back into your abode, but you couldnât help yourself. Your feet tugged your forward, curiosity tingling in your body.
You shoved yourself through a heavy crowd, officers trying to get everyone to back away or stop filming what was happening.
âExcuse me!â You yelled, and pulled yourself further in.
You regretted listening to yourself for another time. Fiery and stressed voices shifted into echoes, banging off the earthâs walls, your eyes struck open by a corpse splashed on the pavement.
Your heart beated in your throat, vomit coating it, and knots twisted in your stomach.
Delilah.
Delilah was on the ground. In front of you.
Your brain didnât dare register any part of the gory, morbid scene that was plastered in front of you. Blood pooled around her head, her scalp visibly cracked open and her eyes open. You swore she was staring at you, everything in you shaking and trembling with great fear.
âMaâam, get back!â An officer shouted at you, taking you out of your trance. âPlease, this is a crime scene!â
âI⊠I know her,â you stated, and Carson approached your side. âThatâs my friendâ her name is Delilah Morse.â
âPlease sir, let us get through,â Carson chimed in, and the officer sighed, shaking his head. âThis is someone she knows. Only sheâll give you details.â
The officer went to discuss with another official, and your hand buzzed. You flinched to it, not realizing you kept your phone in your hold.
You received a message from Unknown.
Unknown: Want to keep playing, baby?
Unknown: Look at you, so scared and sick. Itâll stop once you give up.
A tear from you covered the screen, and Carson had to push you out of your stare. âMaâam, letâs go,â he said, and you had not realized the officer was holding up the caution tape to let you through.
You heard a femaleâs voice come to the side of you. âIâm Detective Anna Blake. Whatâs your name, and relationship to the victim, miss?â
You stated your name, your voice hush and shaky as you couldnât look away from Delilahâs body.
âAnd your relationship?â Anna asked.
âWe⊠I was her friend,â you answered. âWhat⊠what did she do?â
âIt looks like an apparent suicide,â she responded, and that was enough for her to gain your full attention, a confused expression plastered on your face. âShe dropped from the rooftop, and ate it right here.â
âThat canât be,â you shook your head. âDelilah wasnât at all suicidal, or had any ideations. She was the most positive person I knew.â
âYeah, but people have personas,â Anna stated, and you furrowed your brows. âShe couldâve been acting for you, and everyone else.â
âSheâs from London, Detective,â you said, and she stared at you appalled, but intrigued. âShe wouldnât kill herself here.â
Anna was quiet for a sparse second. âHuh⊠do you know something we donât?â
Why couldnât you just shut the fuck up?
There was an open entrance for the vehicles to come through, and for a moment, you swore you saw Ellie and Abby standing across the street.
You knew their silhouettes. And they were watching you, witnessing their crime.
You stared at them back, because now you accepted the truth that no matter where you ran off, that would be there. They would create mess and murder back to back until you gave up the running, and realized you only belonged to them.
Fear was a disease in you, and the only way to kill it was to face them.
Your mother wanted you back in New York. She gave you no choice but to attend the Gala with her and your father.
You tried your best to talk your way out of it, explaining that you had just witnessed your best friendâs corpse the previous evening.
Your mother said the Gala would be a great distraction. You tried to make any point or excuse to stay home, until your father had himself step into the argument. He tended to never insert himself into fights with you and your mom, but this time he felt the need to, and thatâs when you were left with no choice.
Of course, your main concern was that Ellie and Abby were going to be there, and confronting them was going to be an inevitable situation. You had to prepare yourself the most as to what to say or do if they were to be in your eye radius.
âThis dress is killing me,â you muttered, patting down the bottom part of the simple, yet elegant dress you wore. âAnd the corset of this is smashing my boobs.â
âYour dress is lovely, dear,â your mother assured, and you scowled. âYou have always loved long dresses like this; so long at the bottom, we canât even see your heels. And you always adored sleeveless corset tops on them, too!â
âYou look perfect, honey. You wore this exact dress for junior prom,â your dad reminded, and you shivered to the memory of it. Abby and Ellie were your escort â of course â and everyone adored your dress, even making it into a page in Vogue because it was Vivienne Westwood.
âI just⊠I donât want to see them,â you muttered, and the limousine came to a halt. âAnd it just doesnât feel right being here, having fun and socializing, when my friend just fucking died.â
âCherie, Delilahâs death was not your fault or anything,â your mother said, and you glared at her. âIt is unfortunate it took place at the same time you were there, but she was just an unhappy girl.â
You didnât want to converse with her anymore, only getting out of the car before any of them, and were immediately blinded by flashing lights. Your parents stood behind you, and you fixed up a promising smile, making your way into the gala.
The second cameras and screaming men were out of your way, you hunted down a busboy for a glass of champagne. âI will take that!â You grabbed the drink from the silver tray, thanking the man, and earned a groan from your parents.
âCan you at least greet people before you get wasted?â Your father asked, and you shrugged, letting him drag you over to the familiar faces of Jerry Anderson and Joel Miller. You hadnât seen them since the few days before the murder.
âAh, there she is!â Jerry exclaimed, and you exchanged a cheek kiss with him, and Joel. âWe heard you moved to London. Oxford, right?â
âYes. Itâs been quite delightful,â you shortly shared. âI finished exams early, so I came back into town for the meantime.â
âAnd do you plan to catch up with the girls?â Joel asked.
You knew at that moment that no one quite understood what really took place that night, and you would never confess to it. They all blindly assumed that there was a great falling out in response to the murder of Brandon James, that you simply didnât tolerate that behavior, and in some parts of that, it was true.
You had no place or reason to tell the whole truth, or to be honest, when there was an exact, appropriate place to share such a thing. Yet however, if you did, no one would believe you â there was no evidential proof or key to say that Ellie and Abby killed him.
They thought the girls were saints, who were being wronged by another higher power.
The actual case would have them dropping to the ground, and you couldnât exactly say, âAbby and Ellie are sadistic killers who get off to the pain and torture.â
God fucking forbid, though.
âIâm not so sure,â you answered, taking a light sip of your champagne. âI want to keep to myself for the meantime, and make more goals for my future.â
âWell, if they came tonight, Iâm sure it wouldâve been lovely,â Jerry said, and you dryly laughed with them.
Champagne wasnât enough to fill the hollow in you. You needed the strongest shit to exist at the bar.
You had a clear cue to let yourself leave their conversation, leaving you alone in the event. You went to the bar, and sat there, requesting a martini. You put your clutch purse in front of you, and sighed heavily, a migraine coming to your head.
You werenât used to going to these high class functions by yourself â hell, you didnât even go until the girls became a part of your life, and would be by your side at each and every one of them. It made your parents happy that they were there to tug you out of your shell, make you more extroverted.
A figure sat at the chair next to you, yet you didnât pay any mind to it.
Until they said your name, and the voice was familiar.
Your eyes flickered to the side, and you saw Dina. Your eyes widened, your body directing toward her, and she smiled. âHow have you been!â She cheered, pulling you into a hug, and you could only hug back. âYou fell off the face of planet Earth!â
âOh, yeah,â you broke the hug, facing her. âI⊠I decided to do school at Oxford. I just needed to get out of the city.â
âOxford is nice,â she said, smiling small. âJesse and I were worried about you. The girls said you had broken up with them.â
You gawked at her in disbelief as she went on to order herself a drink.
Who else was fucking clueless?
âWell, I guess,â you mumbled, your martini set down in front of you. âWe just had issues we couldnât resolve from the night before.â
âOh shit, that sucks,â she sighed, shaking her head. âThe breakup must have been terrible to have you move to London.â
Her glass of tequila on rocks came to her as she took a refreshing sip of it, and you were about to claw out your eyes. Either she had brain damage, was lying, or truly wasnât aware of what occurred that night, but must have since it happened at Jesseâs club.
âDina Woodward, be fucking serious with me,â you said, and she raised a brow. âYou know what happened. That night.â
She blankly stared at you.
âThat night⊠at your boyfriendâs clubâŠâ
Dina shrugged, and you were taken aback. âJesse must know, then.â
âEllie and Abby were accused of a serious crime,â she began, and you bitterly scoffed, âwhich they were found innocent to. They had to go through that trial alone, they went through Hell without you.â
âThey killed him, Dina,â you told her, yet lowered your voice due to the gossip crowd that circulated. âYou cannot seriously be defending them.â
âIâm not defending them,â Dina stated, and you rolled your eyes, downing your martini. âThey have plenty of enemies, and you know that, too. Everyone wants to see them at their absolute worst, and do their own dirty work to make it happen.â
You got up from your seat, grabbing your purse. âIt was nice seeing you, Dina.â
You shoved your way through the bustling crowd, and were stuck in the middle as soon as your phone began to buzz.
âNot this shit again,â you mumbled to yourself, and pulled out your phone, putting it up to your ear. âWhat the fuck can I do for you?â
âYou look pretty, sweetheart,â Ellie said. âDonât you worry, we arenât in your vicinity.â
âOh, Iâm so fucking pleased to hear that,â you exasperated, rubbing your temple in frustration. âThen how do you know Iâm here?â
âYouâre right, my apologies,â Ellie laughed, and you heard rustling over the line.
âBunny, we are going to play a game,â Abby came to the line, and your heart jumped rapidly. âWe can see you, but weâve made sure you canât catch a glimpse of us.â
âWhat do you want?â You asked.
âYou still donât get it, darling. But thatâs okay,â she took a hast pause, collecting her thoughts. âWe told you many times that if you were to run, we would catch you, because you are ours. You can hide, change your name, go to different universities, but we will always be there.â
You swallowed thickly, knowing you were getting stares to your frightened look on your face.
âYour parents donât give a shit about you, they only kept you away so their image wouldnât be ruined,â she said, and you knew that was more than true; your parents would do anything to remain prestigious and clean, and you were the taint in their life. âYou said you kept that shirt to return the favor, but thereâs more than that.â
âYou donât know what you are talking about, Anderson,â you scoffed, and she hummed. âI gave that shirt away; you and Ellie are going to prison for good.â
âWeâll see about that, bunny,â she said, and the line went flat. You rushed yourself to the ladies room, nausea building in you as the room spun, and your nerves weakened your muscles. Laughter and shouts from strangers rang in your ears as you dragged yourself further to the bathroom, and the sickening gut feeling came back to you.
You couldnât pull apart if you were truly just sick to your stomach, or your intuition was stronger than ever.
You pushed the door open to the ladies room, and to your luck, it was completely empty. You lunged yourself into a stall, and collapsed down on your knees, yucking it up into the toilet. Your anxiety and worry got the best of you, making you a mess so easily, and you were embarrassed by it.
You stood up after a few minutes, taking in slow, steady breaths, and gathered yourself, standing back up. You moved over to the sink, and settled your purse down, opening it up to grab your lipstick. You rinsed out your mouth with the faucet water, and sighed heavily, turning off the sink.
You reapplied your scarlet red lipstick, and put the item back into your purse, along with your phone.
Then a click was made from the side of you, gaining your attention.
The nausea came back, but not in a wave, yet in a violent crash. You swore your heart stopped for a moment, but could hear it violently beat in your eardrums while bile stung inside your throat, threatening to come out again.
Your body trembled, knees about to bring you down, and all you wanted to do was die at this very moment.
âHey, little lamb,â Ellie said, grinning in pride. Your body pressed back against the sinkâs counter, and tears approached over your eyes as you stared at her. âWhatâs the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?â
âNo⊠no,â you said, able to take yourself to the bathroomâs entrance. You opened it, only to be met with Abby instead, a wicked smile playing on her lips. âYou are both not here.â
âOh, but we are,â Abby said, moving forward in sync to your steps going backwards. She maintained a fairly safe distance, but one close enough to grab you if you tried to run. âWhy so surprised, bunny? We promised this.â
Something about them was gravely different this time. There was a darker energy to them, a sense of evil and anger heating off of them as they stared at you down in the way the predator does when they have finally cornered their prey.
Yes, they got you, and you had no way out anymore â what a fucking terrifying and cruel revalation.
The cat got their little mouse, right by the tail.
You had fallen right into their trap perfectly, in all the ways they wanted you to. It took great cunning patience and practice to get you in this position, to have you trapped.
You were beyond scared; this was the reoccurring nightmare you dreamt of since the night you left. You always tried to consider or plan out what you would do if they were to approach you in any way, but you never paid mind to how methodical and intelligent they were.
You doubted their skills and abilities, and you were dumb to think they wouldnât get you any time soon, that you would be free from them for a few more months, maybe a year or two â maybe even a lifetime â you wished and prayed upon it.
You were stuck now. The cat and mouse game came to their precise ending.
âAre you going to kill me now?â You asked, and they hummed, shrugging to themselves.
âWell, if we wanted that, we would have done it back in LA,â Abby said, and your eyes averted back and forth between them, trying to see if there was a possible way out. âOr back in London, who knows. We had so many open opportunities to kidnap you, but we liked this little game.â
âIs that what youâre planning to do now? Kidnap me?â You asked, snickering dryly. âKeep me hostage forever? Wouldnât be anything new to me.â
âDonât act like you didnât like it,â Ellie told you, tilting her head to the side. âYou liked this claim we have on you. You will never admit it and thatâs okay, because we know it, baby.â
âNow letâs not be so rude,â Abby said, and you glanced at her. âLetâs say bye to our guests, and go back home, little bunny.â
Ellie and Abby had seemed to have enough time to decorate the penthouse. To your last memory of it, only the shared bedroom was furnished, and now, they had everything perfectly perched in precise spots.
You sat in the living room, on the black velvet couch as you stared out the window with a mindfulness of thoughts. The city was bustling, sirens louder than ever, and traffic stacked up. You tried to concentrate on the noise outside because it would be last time you would hear it.
The pair had finished fixing themselves up a drink, returning to the room, and sat across from you. You didnât pay attention to them, fits of rage and terror consuming you inside. You donât know why you thought you would actually escape them, and you had only dug yourself in a deep grave.
The familiar silence moved through the home, and you could feel their eyes spiking into you, waiting for you to say something. You had more than to say and ask, but you didnât know where exactly to start, or if you were allowed to question certain things.
âYou killed Delilah,â you blurted out, your eyes averting from the window. âYou killed Brandon James, and many others, I assume.â
âWe have,â Ellie answered, drinking her bourbon.
âI donât get why. Why do you kill people? How do you even get away with it?â You asked, and Abby glanced over at Ellie, communicating to each other through their eyes. âAre you in like a fucking cartel or some shit?â
âJoel didnât have an easy time getting to where he is,â Ellie began, setting her glass down, and slouched back on the couch. âHe has some connections, and so does Jerry. Itâs hard to get into it all, but they were doing illegal shit on the side to get money, build their legacies.â
âWe didnât kill until you,â Abby said, and you raised a brow, positioning your body in their direction. They could tell you were now intrigued, and you were; you were more than curious. âIt was two months into knowing you, and you told us about Rachel Wayne. Remember her?â
âOf course I do. That bitch bullied me like it was her lifeâs purpose,â you lightly joked, and she sighed. âWhy?â
âIt was the day when she beat you in the girlâs bathroom, ramming your face into the blow dryer all because you got a higher score on your SAT,â Abby said, and you hissed at the memory. You were a good fighter, but Rachelâs envy possessed her strength that day, and she kicked you around like an animal in the bathroom.
She locked the door, keeping her friends, you, and herself locked in, while they recorded the whole moment. You went home with a concussion, a busted face, and cried to the girls about it.
âWe were so fucking pissed,â Ellie said, scoffing to herself. âWe knew Rachel well. We invited her over to my place, and made small talk, getting the information out of her about what occurred. We got names, and everything.â
You remained quiet, but stayed tuned in and fully focused.
âWe got her high off cocaine, and once she was zoned out, we beat the fuck out of her,â she explained, and your heart thumped against your chest, about to pop out. âShe was crying, and screaming; but it made us think of how that was you previously because of her. Our anger overrode us to the edge, and we started cracking her body in. We didnât know we had killed her until she was completely fucking limp.â
âThose who had the video were dealt with too,â Abby assured. âIf they refused to delete it, we made sure their lives would be ruined, their parents would be left with nothing. We knew how to obliterate these spoiled fucks.â
âAre you serious?â You asked. It was rumored that Rachel ran away to her boyfriend in Spain, and refused to come back because her parents were assholes to her, and just a straight disappointment to them. âHow did you clean up your tracks?â
âWell, I called Joel in a panic, and told him everything,â Ellie answered, finishing her drink. âJoel told Abby and I to get ourselves cleaned up, and these men came over like an hour later, picking up after us.â
âThey wiped our phones and tracks completely,â Abby said, and slid you forward her glass of whiskey. âAnd then we did it again, and Joel quickly realized we were doing it for you. He saw that you were our purpose, so he let us use his connections, and everything.â
âHe was worried everything was going to collapse the second the cops came about Brandon,â Ellie recalled, and took out a fresh cigarette. âThat was a mess we had to fix, of course. Like, Iâd never seen Joel so pissed off before, it was insane.â
âHow did you get away with the murder?â You questioned.
âEasy shit,â Abby laughed, shrugging. âHe had himself in rough, bad business. We basically found someone who he owed money to, planted all the evidence and shit on that dude.â
âNow that motherfucker is serving life,â Ellie lit up the stick, inhaling sharply. âWe made sure it wouldnât come back to us.â
âBut the shirt,â you reminded them, and they stared at you for a moment before aweing at your little tactic. âThe shirt is with the cops.â
âIs it, though?â Abby teased, and a faint ding of the penthouse elevator chimed, footsteps approaching into the living room. âRight on time, too! God, I fucking love dramatics.â
Your eyes shifted to the noise, a broad and muscular figure walking to everyone; and you swore it was the night you were going to go into shock, or have an aneurysm.
Carson stood before you with the shirt in a clear zipped bag, and Abby stood up. âThank you so much,â she grinned, and Ellie shook his head. âYour money has been transferred to your offshore account.â
âWhat the fuck?â You blurted, Carson directing his eyes towards you. âYou knew?â
âIâm the one whoâs been cleaning up their messes,â he admitted, and Abby opened up the bag, taking out the shirt. âIt didnât take much to convince your parents to hire me. I just needed a believable resume.â
You shot up from the couch, staring him down. âYou told them where I was at, and everything! You are a fucking narc!â
âI didnât have to tell them anything,â Carson dryly chuckled, amused by your terrified expression. âThey were able to do that all on their own; I just gave them the starting point, and left it at that.â
You smacked him, the skin contact echoing in the home. He only laughed, finding you childish and weak, and shrugged. âIâll have you fucking killed!â
âLoved to see you try,â he said, and took his exit, waving to the pair. You stared at where he was in utter shock, widely appalled with slight betrayal hitting your heart. You had trusted Carson wholeheartedly, felt secure and safe with him, and it all was a blinding lie.
Ellie started up the fireplace, and your eyes flickered to the ghostly fire. âNo, no!â You shouted, trying to seize the shirt from Abby, but the auburn haired girl entrapped you in her hold, forcing you to watch the shirt to be burned.
âYou know, I hope you start to learn tonight,â Abby tossed the shirt into the fire, and you wailed, thrashing in Ellieâs arms, yet it was pointless; in every way, they would always be stronger, you being a weakling.
The shirt crinkled and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Ellie let go of you, and you glared at her. âWe arenât done talking,â she settled you back on the couch, and Abby brought a glass of chardonnay to you. âNow we want our answers.â
âIâll fuck you up!â You spat, and they tried not to laugh. âWhat else shit do you have to say?â
âWhat did you expect to happen when you came to us about your bullies?â Abby asked, genuine and engrossed. âDid you think we would just have chit chats?â
You took a second to yourself, and you stared down at your lap, fidgeting at your dress. Before Abby and Ellie came into your life for good, they were notorious at the academy, and held that title with such pride. You knew what they were capable of, what they could do, and you saw them as your defenders from everything.
Did a part of you know what you were doing? Yes, but not that it would lead them to murder. You never understood or knew why they were so fixated on you, even before they decided to lure you into their lives. They had been riveted by you, and there was not a clear indication as to why, but you used it to your full advantage.
Your parents didnât care about you, and they knew that. All three of you played a dangerous, deadly role in the relationship; it was volatile and brutal, but it was all you had, and they were all you wanted.
You spent so much time running and hiding from them, you never took a particular moment to realize your role in everything. You took that shirt because it was a part of you; you had Brandon killed, he was a deadman the second you called Abby about him.
You were just as guilty as them, you were just as part of their games and murder.
No one else was going to do this for you, nobody would burn and tear apart the Earth just to have you in their grasp again.
âThereâs our girl,â Abby cooed, and you looked up at them, tears in your eyes. âYou finally understand. After these years, now it has come to you.â
âYou gave us the cards, we just played them the way you liked,â Ellie said, and you downed the chardonnay, exhaling shakily as you set it down. âWe knew you were too much like us, we couldnât deny you anymore. We had to have you.â
âEvery time you said we handled it,â you sucked in a hard, jagged breath, âwas that code for âwe killed someoneâ?â
âWhat else would it mean, princess?â She mused, burning her cigarette out alas in the ashtray on the coffee table.
A silence slowly creeped into the room, crinkling of the fire and outside traffic filling it as it lasted what felt like moments.
âYou know the first time we say you â God, we just knew we had to have you,â Abby spoke, and your eyes trained focused on them. âYou hypnotized us by simply existing, by being in our vicinity. It was like we were blessed to come across one of Godâs angels.â
You were always sure that they were attracted to you because you simply co-existed within their class status, and because they knew you were the only girl at Faye Academy that wasnât corrupted or tainted. You were like this fresh breath for them to use â and you still thought like that after everything they had done for you, and even prove that they did love you beyond your body.
âWhy me?â You asked.
âWe donât know what you did to simply draw us in, but we couldnât resist. Every time I saw you in class, in your nicely ironed pleated skirt, in your dark blue polo sweater⊠your makeup done so prettyâŠâ Ellie reminisced, a crude grin playing onto her lips as she recalled the first moment she laid eyes on you. âYou were so pure, so perfect for us. It was no longer about wanting you, it was about needing you â we had to; everyday that passed by where you werenât in our grasp, we could almost die from it.â
âYou will never truly know how much you have us at our knees for you, sweetheart, and thatâs okay,â Abby said, and you sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing you had been barely breathing the entire time they spoke about you. âBut understand the risks we would go through for you; we live and breathe you. We crave and yearn for you, despite the fact you are already ours. What is our purpose if you simply donât exist in our lives?â
There was not much you could say to that, only able to break down. They sat up from the couch, and Ellie reached her hand out for yours, softly looking at you.
âLetâs go upstairs, baby,â she gently spoke to you, and peered up, hesitantly interlocking your fingers with hers. She walked you with her, Abby trailing close behind as an easy quietude settled in place, though your sniffles were the only thing to be heard.
Walking into the bedroom, you were momentarily paralyzed by the memory of your last moment in it. You were on that same bed when you put all the pieces together, and had left them with no letter or anything; you took your absence, and that was that.
Ellie guided you over to the wall mirror, her and Abby brushing up close on your back, the two attentively admiring you. âWe would do anything for you, sweet girl,â Abby said, and your sobs slowly came to a halt. âWeâll always happily be your executioner, for the rest of our lives.â
âYouâre our girl,â she whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. âBut I think you need a fresh reminder of what you put us through.â Her hand hid behind her for a moment, grabbing something from the back of her jeans. A gun came into your vision, and your breath hitched, but she kept it by her side.
Your neck was met with Abbyâs soft lips, her warm breath fanning against your skin, and her fingers loosened the strings of the corset. You softly moaned, Ellie fixated on the sight of you easily falling apart to Abbyâs kissing, and grinned to herself. âDoesnât take much to have you under us,â she said, and you eyed her, nodding.
The dress was undone, and easily dropped off your body, the duo getting the view they had longed for all this time. You were bare and exposed, only in underwear, and a primal urge had shadowed over them, wanting to ruin you without any thought.
âOh, bunny,â Abby whispered. âJust as perfect as we remembered.â
Her lips separated from your marked neck, and you whimpered as Ellie pressed her gun to your abdomen. âWhat a sweet sight that I will never get tired of,â she mumbled, kissing your cheek. âSeeing you fucking petrified as if we will kill you at any moment.â
âBut you wonât,â you retorted. âRight?â
âNo,â she promised as the gun was slowly dragged to your temple, and she clicked the trigger, only for the barrel to be empty. You flinched to the trigger, your heart racing. âBut we will hurt you, I can assure you that, little lamb.â
She used the gun to steer you to the foot of the bed. âOn your fucking knees,â Abby demanded, and you collapsed to them, your knees thudding against the cold, hard granite tiles. âAnytime you stop, we use this gun, and you can find out yourself if the barrel is cleaned out.â
âYes, mommy,â you muttered, and they amusingly hummed. Ellie kept the gun in position, using one hand to unbuckle her belt, and strip off her jeans as Abby did the same. It was a rare thing for them to have their straps under their pants, only if they knew they would have to handle you at any given moment, and this was one of them. You were going to come crawling back, and they were prepared for it, to claim and destroy you all in one.
âMama gets to have you first,â Ellie said, and you parted your mouth open, Abbyâs stuffing your mouth full with her cock, careless to your gagging. She had her way with you, her hand holding the top of your head as she thrusted herself into your mouth, trying your best to not pull back and gasp for air. The gun was there to keep you place, and you couldnât ignore how it pressed deeply into the side of your head.
âThatâs right, baby. Fuckinâ whore,â Abby said, and you tried to best out of your nose, desperate for more air. You used whatever strength you had, forcing your head back, and engulfed amounts of oxygen into your lungs. âWhat the fuck did we say?â
The trigger was pressed, and your ears rang with it. Empty, again.
âYouâve been away too long, princess,â Ellie said, and Abby retrieved your head, your mouth filled with the silicone object again. âWas too busy fucking other girls, huh? I bet they couldnât make you like this; I can see you fucking dripping through your panties.â
Your arousal was a wildfire in you, spreading through your stomach, and down into your thighs. You could feel the mess you were making, seemingly ashamed and embarrassed how you got wet from their threats, with a gun pointed to you that was possibly clipped.
âThere she is, now you are being good,â Abby praised, her thumb pressing away the tears that fell on your apple cheeks. âAlways doing your best for us, hm? Knew you missed us too, baby.â
Ellie crouched down to your level, the gun lined up under your head as her grin turned into a twisted smirk. âAll that we did for you, little one,â she mocked a frown, sighing. âAnd you just ran away like that? Coming home to find you gone, and betraying us?â
You were lightheaded and dizzy, your mind hazy, yet tried to stay focused. Your moans and whimpers gargled in your throat, drool running out of the corners of your mouth, and falling down onto your breasts.
âYou belong to us, and you better start getting that through your fucking skull,â Ellie seethed, her bitter fury coating her mind. âYou are only hurting yourself by doing the shit you do. A fucking brat you are.â
Abby decided to give up on you, your mouth hollow and free. She grabbed you by your throat, a sinister shade lingering in her eyes, and air whistled through her teeth. âLittle bunny, you have no clue what youâve done to yourself.â
You were put in the middle of the bed, and Ellie looked at her gun. âLetâs see if she can still take us,â she said, and Abby hummed, nodding. Ellie adjusted herself in between your legs, shoving them open, and stripped off your underwear, moaning at the sight of your cunt. âFucking hell. Sheâs fucking soaking, babe.â
Abby had bunched ropes in her hand, kneeling into the bed, and stared at your cunt. âWhat a sick bitch you are, bunny,â she teased, running a finger down your slick folds, and you whined. âAll of this from a gun, Ellie. She fucking loves it.â
Nothing else was said as Abby grasped onto your legs, and pushed your legs up against your chest. Her hands gripped on your wrists, having you hug the underneath of your legs, and made sure you kept yourself locked in the placement.
Ellie tied your wrists together, tight enough to not cut off any blood supply, and then went on to your ankles, knotting them in one. She used another string of rope to connect your ankles to your wrists, making your position trapped and stuck.
âWe donât want to hear you enjoying this,â Ellie said, and gave the gun over to Abby as the blonde sat herself in front of you. Ellie took off her strap, letting it drop to the ground, and took off her underwear, only to move herself over your face. She carefully lowered herself down on, and her aching cunt met your mouth as you obediently sucked and ran your tongue on it.
Abby slowly slipped the gun into you, yet you were soaked enough to let it easily be fucked into you. She pressed down onto your stomach as she rammed the cold weapon into your pussy, and you tried to muzzle your needy noises, tending to Ellieâs needs.
The auburn girl rutted herself against your mouth, eliciting shaky moans and cursed under her breath. âYeah, just like that, sweetheart,â she muttered, looking over at Abby while she continued to fist the gun into you.
You lathered Ellieâs slick on your tongue, pleased how it dripped over your lips as you moaned to the sweet taste of her. If your wrists werenât restrained, you would keep your arms around her thighs just to eat her out for hours on end.
Abby and Ellie were intensely dominant, it was unwonted when you gave them pleasure. They were refusing about it, saying that you were the one who needed to be desired and tended to whenever you wanted to be.
You couldnât tell if you were immensely desperate or if the gun was fucking you so well, that you were already at the peak of your climax. You denied your orgasm, needing to get Ellie to hers, and harshly ate her out, fucking her hole with your tongue, sending her into a moaning, pleading mess for you.
âOh shit, sweetheartâ yeah, keep going,â she softly moaned. âBeing such a good girl for daddy, gonna make sure to cum in your pretty mouth.â
âSheâs making a mess on your gun and sheets,â Abby said, and for a moment, your cunt was not filled until she pushed her cock into you. âThere we fuckinâ go, this is exactly what she needs.â
Ellie craned her body near Abby, the two kissing each other in a sloppy manner as the blonde roughly fucked into you. Abby kept her close as Ellieâs jagged moans and whines breathed into her mouth, doing all she could to keep herself up and close.
âYou going to cum, baby, hm?â Abby asked, and Ellie moaned against her lips, nodding. âGo on, cum for us. You can do it.â
Ellieâs orgasm came crashing down as she squirmed and cried out, twitching on your mouth. Ellie pushed herself up, kneeling beside your head and leaned down to kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of her. You sucked on each otherâs tongues, Ellie slipping her hand down your stomach, and made way in between your thighs, rubbing your cunt.
She broke apart the kiss, her free hand gripping onto your jaw to make forced eye contact, and spat into your mouth. âMake us proud, baby. Want you to give daddy a good one,â she whispered, and you kept your eyes trained into hers as Abby pounded herself deeper into you, the squelching noises of your slick mixing in with your whimpers and throaty moans.
âSo fucking tight, never gonna get enough of this perfect pussy,â Abby breathed, her hands squeezing the back of your thighs. âMade just for us, sweet girl. Everything about you was made for us to worship and ruin.â
âNo one fucked you like this back in London, huh?â Ellie asked, and you shook your head. âOh, I know, sweetheart. Probably had to get off all by yourself while you thought of us, too.â
âJust⊠just thought of you two the entire time,â you confessed, brows knitted together. âI need you so bad, âm sorry.â
âWeâre here, baby,â she said, kissing the side of your head. âNext time you try to escape, youâll absolutely fucking regret it. Got that?â
You nodded, and a warm sensation kindled in the pits of your stomach, knowing the familiar feeling. You squirmed, and Abby glanced over at Ellie. âIf she doesnât understand, weâll just beat it into her,â she said, making it a sincere promise, and a chaste kiss was made to your forehead. âI would hate to do that, but it might just happen.â
Your approaching orgasm made it too troubling to know if they would harm you in such a way, but you were at the point that you couldnât put it past them.
âCum for mommy,â Abby insisted, and you moaned, your hips jittering as your climax broke out of you, broken moans escaping from you. âThat was fucking nothing, you crybaby.â
The cum from her strap leaked with yours, dripping out of your hole, and making a puddle in the bedsheets. She unknotted the ropes, tossing them to the ground shortly after, and massaged your wrists.
You laid there for a second before bursting out in a fit of laughter, the two confused by it.
âWhat?â Ellie bluntly asked.
âSurprised you even let me cum,â you said, laughing a little more. âUsually you have me work for it.â
Abby and Ellie looked at each other before their eyes went back to you as they puckered their lips in thought nodding to themselves. Ellie picked you up from the bed, and brought a violent backhand slap to your cheek, halting your laughter altogether.
âYou want to keep fucking laughing!â She yelled, giving you another one. âYou are even fucking lucky we are touching you. We could have had you strapped to a vibrator for hours, and hit you every time you tried to cum.â Your lightness turned into sobs, and you stared at her through glossy vision, your pout shaking on your lips. They had simply run over their limit and patience with you, and you no longer doubted the sadism they would lay on you.
Abby just stood by, soaking in your tears and how easy it was to crack you. It was enough for the both of them to get off. She took you from Ellie, putting your arms behind your back as her chest brushed up against it, and Ellie took off her shirt, harnessing back on her strap.
God, I know you hate me, you thought to yourself. But please, have mercy on me.
Abby spat down your ass, using the saliva as lubrication, and dipped you down onto her strap, your ass hole brutally being stretched open. She kept you steady and positioned right for Ellie, who was not far behind as she shoved her cock into you.
âRide us, bitch,â Abby said, and you obliged, hissing under your breath. The pain lasted longer than you thought, tears flooding into your ears while their size brutalized your cunt. âSuch a sensitive cry baby. So easy for us to break you.â
Your head fell back on her shoulder, looking up at her. âPlease, mama. âM sorry, Iâll be so good for you.â
Ellie grabbed your jaw, a violent smack struck against your cheek. âYou enjoy lying to us, all the fuckinâ time. We shouldâve disposed of you a while ago, see how you wouldâve done without us.â
âWhat a pity that would be,â Abby taunted, laughing breathily in your laugh. As they found humor at the thought of you being a lost lamb without them, you were ripping at the seams as you went on to ride them at a gentle pace for you, the discomfort shifting into grand pleasure. âI would like to see that. Maybe next time we will leave, have you feel what we did.â
âNo no!â You cried, shaking your head, and broke into hysterical sobs. âDidnât mean to go, swear I didnât.â
âYeah,â Ellie jested, that eerie smirk of hers resting on her lips. âBecause who will put up with you? Make you feel like this? Give into your fucking sick desires?â
âThatâs why youâre perfect for us,â Abby noted, her hand creeping up to your neck, and viciously gripped on your throat. âJust as twisted and fucked in the head as us, more than youâd care to admit. No one will want or need you the way we do.â
You refused to deny them that. They were what you craved, they were the epitome of your lust and dreams, everything you yearned for, and were the helping hand to expose who you were to yourself. You wouldâve done the same as them if they tried to leave; you would fucking slaughter those who they cared for just to have them again.
A match made in the ninth circle of Hell.
Your next high came to you, making it easily known as your noises got high pitched, making it an indicator. âLet me cum, please,â you pleaded, sobbing. âWant to cum, I need toâ Iâll do anything you want.â
âWe like you this way, stupid whore,â Abby said, and made the gun useful again, pointing it to your ribcage. âYou cum, I pull the trigger.â
You body tensed, and you nodded, trying to ignore your unbearable high as it was becoming raw ecstasy to you. Your thighs trembled, about to give up on you, and you looked at Ellie through wettened eyelashes, your face drenched with tears and sweat.
The bedroom was rare filth, you could smell sin and vices burning through it. Your life was in their hands in every literal sense, but you wouldnât have it any other way; you would rather die than not have them, and if that meant they would have to kill you themselves, you would let them. You were utterly nothing without them, and they knew it, too.
You had all the fucking wealth and privilege in the world to be someone, but you couldnât be if they werenât there on your side. You were them, and they were you. Your souls were eternally intertwined, and no matter where you went, you would always come back to them because they were it. They were all you sought out for.
Despite their desecration and souls being planted from Hell, they were Heaven and all things bliss.
You needed them. You would always need them.
You were winded out of your head as your orgasm stung inside of you, crying to be freed. You sobbed with it, shaking your head, but had to consider the gun that was indented into your skin. You had not known how much was passing when holding in your cum, but you couldnât take it, and it was easily making you fall apart.
âMommy, please!â You cried, blubbering in your tears. âI have toâ ahh, please! I canât do it, I canât!â
âYes you can, and you will, you fucking whore,â Ellie argued. âUnless you want to find out if the next shot has a bullet in it.â
You shook your head, and continued to break into sobs, your orgasm threatening to be released at the edge of you. It was becoming too much, your vision was blurring, and your heart was overwhelmed, almost frightened you would have a heart attack of some sort.
Ellie and Abby gave in, violently and recklessly pounding into you, putting your riding to a complete stop. You placed your hands on Ellieâs shoulders for support, Abbyâs nails clawing into your throat as she continued to hold onto it for leverage while she maintained to hold you at gunpoint.
Utter euphoria rode over you, your eyes rolling to the inside of your head, and your back perfectly arched, crying out for the both of them. Your nails scratched at Ellieâs skin, your eyes getting a hast look at her fucking your cunt. Your noises and voice grated like rust at the back of your throat, breaths shuddering in your ribcage.
âYou want to fucking cum, bunny?â Abby breathily asked. âCry for it more if you really want it, sweetheart.â
âMama, please!â You sobbed loudly, your mewls and cries faltering in your cries. âWant to be full of you, need to be bred by you two, please. Make me a pretty mommy for you, keep me trapped with you.â
They fucking lost it on you, ferociously driving themselves deeper into your wet, abused holes, and were coming to their own high. âYeah, baby? Want daddy to fuck a baby into you?â Ellie cooed, a faux pout dangling on her lips. âThen you wouldnât have anywhere to go.â
You nodded, on the brink of being braindead. âYes, yes! I wanna be leaking of you. Wanâ mama and daddy to breed me so badly, please!â
You were an incoherent babbling mess, your voice raw and rough as you cried with your noises of gratification. They easily had you at the tip, and were ready to push you all the way down, keep you sobbing.
âFucking cum for us, fuck!â Abby demanded, dropping the gun, and let go of your throat. She laid her hands on your torso, her nails scraping against your skin, and you hissed to it. Wanton moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, and a second hadnât passed when your climax ran out of you, riding it out as the girls went on to fuck you.
You let them use you like a fucktoy until they had come to their own orgasm, stuffing their cum into you as a symphony of curses sputtered from their lips. All movements came to a stop, bodies trembling and sticky.
You had to internally keep yourself conscious, but it was seeming impossible. You collapsed onto the bed the moment you were unfilled with their cocks, letting them handle themselves before you.
You could feel a warm, wet rag running over your legs, and you stared up at the ceiling, your eyes lazily blinking. âWe need to clean you up, sweetheart. Câmon,â Ellie said, and picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom.
The three of you shared a warm bath, sitting in the middle of them as they cleaned you up nice and well, being sure to be gentle to touch you. You had missed the sweet scent of them, or how their violent hands could be so kind to your body, chaste kisses being pressed on your spine and forehead here and there.
It took you a few years for you to figure out your purpose with them, and all that they did for you. It was more than enough. To many, it would seem insane of your justifications and reasonings to why they did what they did for you, but no one else's opinion mattered in the fact. They worshiped you, they devoted every inch and breath of themselves to your protection and well being.
This is all you wanted. You and them forever the rest of your life. If carnage and bloodshed had to present, then so be it; because as long as you had them there by you, it was okay.
It was going to be okay forever.
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đ starring. Choi Seungcheol & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader
đź preview. âCuddles donât hurt either,â Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. âIf we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, Iâm not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if itâs not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.â
tw/cw. Protected sex, unprotected sex, pussy eating, fingering, hand job, dry humping, grinding, foreplay, threesome, bathroom sex, using a shower head as a vibrator, multiple sex scenes, multiple reader orgasms, slight cum kink, Cheol cumâs on readerâs chest, size kink, dirty talk, praise, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) baby.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.3kÂ
đ aus. Non idol au, cop au, poly au, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. I know cops are a touchy subject, but I've had this idea for months, and I figured it's fan fiction so hopefully it's just a fun au :)
Prologue
Youâre so busy blasting nostalgic break-up music that youâre not paying attention to how fast youâre driving down the speedway. The loud Kelly Clarkson song drowns out your sorrows, but it doesnât drown out the sound of the siren when a Police car lights up behind you.
âFuck!â you scream, immediately turning down your stereo and pulling over onto the shoulder of the road.
Your heart is racing in your chest- being pulled over isnât something youâre used to, and you fumble to roll your window down while two cops exit their vehicle and approach.
You wipe at your eyes, which are tearing up again, and you reach for your purse to pull out your license.
The man standing next to your window leans down to look at you, and you try to flash him a smile. His expression is cold, blank even. âDo you know how fast you were going?â he asks.
Now, your heart sinks. Itâs such a direct question, and for some reason it makes you snap. You can feel tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your skin heating in embarrassment at having been caught doing something wrong.
âOfficer- Iâm so sorry, I donât know how fast I was going- I just broke up with my stupid ex-boyfriend, and I was listening to some breakup music to distract myself from how Iâm feeling, and I wasnât paying attention-â
The second cop pulls up to your window, and the two of them exchange a glance while you cry and blab your reasoning behind doing something wrong.
âAre you headed home?â the second officer, whose nametag reads âKIMâ, asks.Â
âYeah, I just went to get a bottle of wine, and now Iâm going home to drink and watch movies and cry myself to sleep,â you admit, voice shaky.
âHave you had anything to drink tonight?â
âNo, sir.âÂ
The first officer, âCHOIâ, sighs, and you see him scan the surrounding freeway. âWeâre going to let you off with a warning,â he says finally. âItâs late, thereâs hardly anyone driving right now- you were doing the wrong thing by speeding, but it sounds like your day is already pretty shit as it is.â
âReally?â You blink up at him, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. âNo ticket?â
âNo ticket,â Choi confirms. âBut donât get caught doing this sort of thing again.â
âI wonât, I promise.â
âGood luck with your wine and your movies,â Kim nods, and with that, the two officers go back to their vehicle.
You wait patiently, watching them in your rear-view mirror as they pull out and drive past you. Only then do you release a deep breath.
One
âOops!â You let out a squeak as you turn from the bartop and nearly run straight into someone. Your drink sloshes over the edge of your glass, coating your fingers in fruity liquid.
âMy bad,â the tall man immediately apologizes, steadying you with a hand on your hip.
Your eyes meet, and your heart leaps into your throat. Itâs not common to see men who are this attractive out and at bars-
âWait, have we met before?â he asks, brows furrowing in confusion.
âIâd remember if we had,â you retort quickly.
The man cocks his head to the side, and after a moment of studying you, his face lights up. âWait, I remember! Youâre that chick we caught speeding two or three months back! The one whoâd just had a breakup!âÂ
Your eyes widen as the memory washes over you. As you look up at this tall man, you realize heâs right. You hadnât recognized him at first, without his officer hat and uniform he looks much more boyish.
âIâm Mingyu,â the large man says, holding out a hand. Without a second thought, you shake it, which is when you remember your skin is still sticky from your spilled drink.Â
âShit, sorry-â you apologize.Â
Mingyu only laughs. âYouâre still a bit of a hot mess, arenât you?â
âUnfortunately,â you agree with a sigh.
âAre you here with people?â he asks next, looking around.Â
âWaiting on some friends.â
âWant to come join me and Cheol for a bit while you wait?â
âI really couldnât-â you try to side step the question, but Mingyu insists, and soon, you find yourself seated at a table with the two sexy cops who had let you off with a warning three months ago.Â
âThis is the chick who was speeding, the Kelly Clarkson break-up one,â Mingyu introduces you to his buddy, and you watch recognition blossom over his face.Â
âY/N,â you correct, swallowing thickly. âMy name is Y/N.â
âSeungcheol,â the stoic cop says, introducing himself. âHowâve you been?â
âBetter than that night,â you admit, feeling a little off that theyâre so interested in you.
âYouâd be surprised how often we pull over girls for speeding after rough breakups,â Mingyu tells you, easing your anxiety a bit. âIt must have been a pretty shitty split to have been driving the way you were.â
âIt was bad,â you admit with a frown. âIn fact⊠I still donât think Iâm fully over it.â
Youâre not sure whatâs come over you, whatâs bewitched you to the point where youâre divulging your personal secrets to two strangers, and cops no less-
âFuck your ex,â Seungcheol grunts, taking a sip of his beer.
Mingyu nods. âFuck your ex.â
You swallow thickly, lifting your drink. âFuck my ex.âÂ
You wish your voice sounded more confident, but Mingyu flashes you a smile regardless, clinking his beer to your cocktail.Â
Your shoulders relax a little as you sip on your drink, and Mingyu begins asking you very surface-level questions. Itâs clear heâs doing his best to make you feel welcome while you wait for your friends, who arrive after about fifteen minutes of chat.
âWell, my girls are here,â you announce.
âShame, we were enjoying your company,â Seungcheol muses, and his words make your skin heat. Heâs quiet, or at least, not as much of a talker as Mingyu is-Â
âHey listen,â Mingyu distracts you, pulling out a pen and paper, where he begins to scribble a few numbers, âyou know what they say, the best cure to get over someone is to get under someone else. If you ever need one of us, or both, shoot us a text or something.â
Youâre in complete shock as he hands you the slip of paper, wherein two phone numbers and names are written.Â
âAre youâŠâ you swallow thickly, looking between the men, âis this kind of behavior allowed from cops?â
Mingyu flashes you a wink. âWeâre off duty.âÂ
Two
âI donât know what Iâm doing,â you admit, opening the door to your apartment, allowing Mingyu inside.
He only chuckles, pulling you into a hug. You let out a breath, relaxing against his chest. Once you feel a little more settled he releases you, pinching your cheek gently, in a shockingly affectionate way. âYouâre getting over your ex,â Mingyu says softly. âEveryone needs to take that step sometime, Iâm just glad you reached out to me instead of some tinder dick head.â
âYeah, cuz a cop is so much better than some online random,â you roll your eyes.
âIâm definitely better than some online random,â he agrees.Â
âThis isnât very cop like of you,â you point out, watching Mingyu remove his jacket.
âIâm not just my profession,â Mingyu says smoothly. âIâm a hot blooded male, and youâre a cute girl who needs some rescuing.â
You cock a brow, amused. âRescuing?âÂ
âUh huh.â
âAnd youâre going to rescue me with what? Your cock?â Youâre giggling already, and Mingyu joins in.
âCuddles donât hurt either,â Mingyu muses, pulling you to his chest. âIf we get to your bedroom and you decide you just want someone to be with, Iâm not going to pressure you. I know I said the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but, skin to skin contact - even if itâs not sexual - can be an amazing way to get over an ex too.â
You canât help yourself, you lean forward, going on your tiptoes to press your lips to Mingyuâs. He kisses you back immediately, cupping your cheek with one large hand. Itâs a gentle kiss, the kind of kiss that tells you youâre safe, and you realize how right Mingyu is- maybe you just needed a companion, someone to distract you from how lonely single nights can be.
Even so, the two of you make your way to your bedroom, and you find yourself shockingly shy as you invite Mingyu into your bed.
Youâre in comfy clothes, but Mingyu isnât, and he toys with the hem of his shirt as you get under your covers. âShould I take this off?â he asks.
âWhatever you want,â you agree, watching him carefully.
âI just donât want to make you uncomfortable,â he explains.
âIt wonât,â you tell him, in fact, youâre curious as to what he looks like under his shirt.
A minute later, youâre rewarded by getting a full view of Mingyuâs beautiful body. Heâs all muscle, but itâs not the kind of muscle you gain just in a gym. No, Mingyu has a work hardened physique, what some might identify as practical muscle, and itâs clear he doesnât skimp on food either. Heâs perfectly built, you decide, as he gets into bed next to you, immediately pulling you to his broad chest.
You release a deep breath, one you didnât know youâd been holding.
A large hand strokes along your back, and Mingyu gives you space to just be quiet and enjoy his presence.Â
Finally, though, you get to the point where you canât contain yourself any longer. You look up at him, and Mingyu mirrors the motion. Itâs like he can already read you, and you wonder if thatâs due to him having a lot of experience with girls, or psychological cue reading as a cop. Either way, he leans down to kiss you, and you melt into it, letting out a pleased groan.
Mingyu returns the sound with one of his own, his tongue gliding across your lip. You open up for him, shifting so youâre half on his chest while the kiss deepens. Mingyuâs hands find your waist, and he pulls you fully on top of him, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips.
Itâs been so long since you kissed someone, but your body easily picks up the natural instinct again. Mingyu is just so sexy- in no time at all, youâre wriggling on top of him, eager for stimulus against your already aching core.Â
You find yourself completely relaxed, but completely on edge at the same time. Itâs an odd contrast. Mingyu makes you feel comfortable, without fear, and yet- he also sets you on fire in the best of ways. Each touch is like electric shivers across your body, and you canât help the way youâre moaning from just a bit of kissing and dry humping.
âWait,â Mingyuâs voice makes you stop, and you pull away, looking down at him with confusion. âI think- before we fuck or anything, I think you should let me eat you out. I bet youâre tired of toys and fingers, and I want tonight to be about making you feel good.â
Heâs literally prince charming. Like- how did you ever find this sexy giver.Â
You swallow thickly. âWe can do that.â
Mingyu kisses you again, and then he rolls on top of you, pinning you to the bed. You love the way his hands skim across your body, teasing across your waist and ribcage.Â
âCan I take your clothes off?â he asks.
âMaybe⊠uh⊠maybe just my pants for now?â Youâre not sure why you want to leave your shirt on, but thatâs the boundary youâre comfortable with right now, and Mingyu doesnât question it. He presses another kiss to your lips before sliding down you form, hooking his fingers in your sweatpants to drag them down your body.
The large man adjusts between your legs, peppering your newly exposed skin in soft kisses.
Your core is throbbing in your panties, and you bite your lip when his breath fans across your pussy.
âThese off next?â he asks, looking up at you.
âYeah.â The word comes out a whisper, your body tight with suspense.
Mingyu pulls your panties down slowly, and the cool air of the room on your exposed core makes you twitch.
Large hands smooth up your calves and thighs, and Mingyuâs eyes meet yours as he closes the distance to your pussy. You hold your breath, waiting-
The first lick of your clit makes your toes curl, and you moan deeply, earning a smile from the man whoâs clearly intent on devouring you.
âI kind of like being told what to do,â Mingyu explains, kissing your inner thigh. âSo if you have anything you want me to do, just say something.â
âI will,â you promise, shifting your hips to get your core closer to his face again.
Mingyu takes the motion as a direction in and of itself, and he immediately puts his mouth back on you, but this time, itâs not a kitten lick. Thereâs no hesitation now, itâs clear you want this, and Mingyu dives in, pressing his tongue into your core.
You groan, thighs already shaking at how good it feels.
Your hands reach down, tangling in his soft hair, and Mingyu releases a moan of his own. The vibration from it goes straight to your clit, and you whimper.Â
âYouâre good at this,â you tell him, doing your best to be verbal, as itâs pretty clear Mingyuâs a verbal sex kind of guy.
He rewards your words by sucking his lips around your clit, flicking at it with his tongue.
âCan youâŠâ you shift slightly, âyour fingers-â
Mingyu adjusts, focusing on your clit with his mouth while a finger strokes between your pussy lips. He eases it into your wet core slowly, being gentle with you while ravaging your sensitive bud.
Your eyes close at the feeling, your head thrown back against your pillows. âThatâs good-â you tell him, groaning when he slips a second digit into your pussy.
You can feel him smile against your clit, working his fingers up toward your gspot with each calculated thrust.
Youâre supposed to be using Mingyu to get over your ex, but you canât help the way you compare them- how had you ever thought sex with your ex was good? Heâd never eaten you out like this- never prioritized your pleasure- fuck, you havenât even had sex with Mingyu yet, and youâre already convinced itâs going to be mind blowing.
Releasing a breath, you focus on Mingyu, focus on the feeling building deep in your core.Â
One thrust has Mingyuâs fingers hitting the exact right spot, and you let out a squeal of delight. âRight there- fuck- right there!â
Mingyu does as heâs told, repeatedly hitting the spot that draws you closer to your orgasm with record speed. His mouth on your clit is also pure pleasure, and before you even know it, youâre releasing a groan. âIâm gonna cum, fuck- donât stop, please-â
Your words break off as your high slams into you, moans of ecstasy escaping as your body surges with pleasure. Your pussy is pulsing deliciously around Mingyuâs fingers and he works you through your orgasm like an absolute champ. Heâs unrelenting, fully focused on drawing out your pleasure until youâre practically shaking.
Mingyu pulls away, and you let out a shaky gasp, opening your eyes to look down at the gorgeous man. His expression is one of pure lust, and you watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his palm.Â
âYou taste like peaches, baby,â he tells you, straightening onto his knees at the foot of your bed.
You donât say anything, you only motion for Mingyu to come closer, and you grab the back of his neck, drawing his lips to yours so you can taste yourself on his tongue.
He moans into the kiss, and you writhe beneath him, hooking your leg over his hip.
Mingyu begins to grind down against you, and you can feel how hard he is in his jeans. You love that eating you out had that kind of effect on him, and you find yourself reaching down to cup his cock.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, breaking the kiss to breathe heavily, pressing his forehead against yours. âAre we going to do this? You can still back out-â
âWeâre doing this,â you confirm.
âOkay, give me a sec.â Mingyu pulls away from you and you whimper at the loss. âWanna take your shirt off now, while I take off my pants?â
âYeah,â you agree, immediately working on the remainder of your clothing.
Youâre naked in seconds, and you watch Mingyu step out of his jeans next to the bed. Heâs produced a condom from his pants, and you watch with bated breath while he rolls it onto one of the biggest cocks youâve ever seen in person- in fact, it might be the biggest cock, and your core throbs at the mere thought of it.Â
âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean,â you find yourself saying softly, toying with the fact of unprotected sex.
âMe too,â Mingyu breathes. âBut, itâs always better to be safe than sorry.â
Leave it to the cop to be safe, you guess thatâs a good thing, but part of you sinks at the idea of not being filled with his cum.
Mingyu gets on top of you again, kissing you deeply.Â
Your legs wrap tight around his body, and with pressure, you prompt him to grind down against your core again.
The feeling of his cock gliding between your soaked pussy lips is amazing- and you do your best to ignore the sensation of the condom.Â
He kisses you for a long time, until youâre aching for him from the grinding, and finally, you canât take it anymore. âPlease,â you whimper, looking up at him. âI need you.â
âAnything you want, baby,â he says, pressing his lips to yours again while he adjusts ever so slightly, pushing his hand between your bodies so he can grab the base of his cock and line it up with your core.
He starts by rubbing it between your pussy lips, lubricating himself before pushing just the tip inside of you.
You moan against his mouth, shocked at the stretch. Itâs clear from Mingyuâs gentle, controlled motions, that heâs used to giving grace for his size, and he slowly works you open more and more, sinking inch after inch of himself into your core.
His kisses are a wonderful distraction, and you focus on relaxing, allowing your body to open up for the large cock.Â
When his front is flush to your own, his cock completely buried inside of you, you both release groans of pleasure.
The kiss breaks, and you pant against each others lips, opening your eyes to look at each other.
âYou good?â he asks.
âGood,â you nod. âYou can move.â
Mingyu lets out a shaky breath, and after a moment, he begins to fuck you.Â
Each thrust is euphoria, his cock dragging against your inner walls deliciously. Mingyu begins to kiss you again, and you grab at his strong shoulders, clutching him desperately while he fucks you into your mattress.Â
âYouâre so tight,â Mingyu groans, lips moving to your neck. He licks at your sweet spot, and you shiver, wrapping your legs around him even tighter.
âYouâre just so big-â you counter.
âMaybe a bit of both,â he admits with a chuckle.
You donât mind that youâre in missionary, donât mind that he fucks you stupid this way- itâs a very intimate position, and once again, the thought of your ex pops back into your mind.Â
You realize, as the two of you get closer and closer to your highs, that maybe you werenât ready for this- you donât regret it, but youâre clearly not over your ex in the way youâd wished you would be at this point.
Maybe Mingyuâs just too soft, too gentle, too domestic-Â
Itâs not his fault, heâs being sweet to you, but maybe sweet isnât what you needed, not really. It just makes you miss being in a relationship.
The two of you cum together, and you hate that youâre still distracted. You wish you could give all your focus to Mingyu, after all, itâs clear heâs completely zoned in on you, but it is what it is.
If nothing else, heâd distracted you for a little, given you perhaps the best dick and pussy eating of your life- and as the two of you cuddle up to fall asleep, itâs a small blessing at least that youâre not sleeping alone.
Three
Youâre at a bar waiting for your takeout when you run into the most unlikely person.
Seungcheol is dressed in work out clothes, a loose shirt, sweatpants, and a baseball cap, but he still looks downright lickable. His strong shoulders- the handsome face only partially hidden by his cap- heâs so recougnizable, and itâs clear he knows who you are too, because he walks over.
âHey,â he says.
âHey,â you retort, playing with the straw of your cocktail. âDidnât expect to see you here.â
âDidnât expect to see you either,â he admits with a laugh, and youâre delighted at how his smile lights up his face. âYou waiting on food?â
âYeah, just a dinner order, figured Iâd get one drink while waiting.â
He nods. âIâm waiting for food too. Just came from the gym, didnât feel like cooking.â
âI get that,â you agree, looking down at your drink.
âYou eating alone tonight?â he asks. âWe could always just ask the kitchen to switch our orders, you know, get a table, eat here.â
âAre you asking me to have dinner with you?â you grin.
âIf youâre up for that sort of thing,â he shrugs.
âYou know what?â You let out a sigh. âLetâs do it.â
Seungcheol grins, and after talking with the bartender, you find him leading you over to a booth, having sorted everything out.
Heâs got a beer now, and youâre enthralled with the way he looks while taking a sip.
Heâs just so masculine- youâre extremely attracted to Seungcheol. Heâd been kind of scary while dressed in work attire, but this gym outfit is much more your style.Â
âSo,â he starts, releasing a breath. âHeard you saw Mingyu last week.â
Your skin heats with embarrassment. âOh, yeah.â
âDonât be shy,â Seungcheol grins, reaching across the table to nudge your hand. âI donât judge. Heâs my best friend, and we talk, so of course he mentioned it.â
âAnd now⊠youâre having dinner with me,â you point out.Â
Seungcheol shrugs. âMingyuâs not the jealous type.â
âAre you?â
Seungcheol leans back against the booth, cocking his head to the side. He grins, and itâs one of the sexiest expressions youâve ever seen. âI can be,â he admits. âIt depends on the situation.â
You swallow thickly, reaching for your drink, in need of some sort of reprieve for the way your throat has gotten dry. âDo you and Mingyu do this a lot?â you find yourself asking.
âDo what a lot?â
âGo after the same girl?â you clarify.
Seungcheol takes a moment, and you can tell heâs deep in thought about how to approach this line of questioning. âItâs happened once before,â he admits. âDefinitely not a regular thing.â
âTell me about last time,â you suggest, interested in the story now.
âNot much to say,â Seungcheol shrugs. âHe and I have been friends forever. In university there was this one girl, she wanted us both so we figured it would be interesting.â
âWas it? Interesting?â
Seungcheol flashes you a dark look, the kind of look that says âare you serious?â
âIt was fun,â he says finally. âBut, the conditions have to be perfect for sharing to work.â
Youâre about to ask for more details, but your waitress comes over with your food, so you put your questions on the back burner.
Seungcheol had ordered a salad with four extra chicken breasts, and you stare at him in shock for a while.
âWhat?â he asks, taking a bite.
âIâve just never seen someone order greens and four orders of chicken,â you admit.
âItâs good for you,â Seungcheol insists. âProtein.â
You look down at your rice bowl, letting out a sigh.Â
âBet youâre wishing youâd got what I got,â Seungcheol teases.Â
âNever,â you laugh.
âAnyways, I bet youâre wondering about the conditions that make threesomes work,â Seungcheol sighs, returning to the topic at hand.
âIâll admit, Iâm curious. When you and Mingyu gave me your numbers, you did say I could have both of you if I wanted.â
âYou still can, but I wouldnât be shocked if you wanted to stick it with Mingyu. It wouldnât offend me. Heâs better with girls than I am.â You love how direct Seungcheol is about this, and it shows a good sense of self for him to be able to admit heâs not as much of a lady killer as his friend.
âWhy do you think heâs better with girls?â you inquire.
âMost girls like that whole puppy dog thing. Heâs a giver, and I respect that.â
âAnd youâre not a giver?â you toy, cocking a brow.
âMore of a taker really,â Seungcheol admits, flashing you a grin. âIf youâre interested in that sort of thing.â
âHonestly?â You let out a sigh, relaxing back against the booth. âThat might be just what I need right now.â
Four
Seungcheolâs mouth is hot on yours before youâre even inside your apartment. Heâs all teeth and tongue and grabby, greedy hands. But thereâs something so exciting about him as he pushes your front door closed with his foot, wrapping you up in his strong arms and lifting you off the floor, prompting your legs around his hips.
Thereâs no talking, no assuring you that you donât have to fuck-
You know youâre both here to fuck each otherâs brains out, and it makes things simple as he carries you to your room.
To your surprise, however, he doesnât take you to your bed. âWhereâs your shower?â he asks, breaking the kiss to look around.
âThrough there,â you point to the door to your ensuite, and Seungcheol follows your directions. Once in the bathroom, he sets you on the sink, and you flash him a questioning look.
âI showered at the gym, but still,â Seungcheol says, tearing his shirt off from the back of the neck. âI feel like shower sex is a good way to go about this.â
âI donât usually like shower sex,â you point out.
âWell, you will with me, baby, trust me on that.â Seungcheol slips out of his sweatpants and briefs, his cock rising to attention. âCome here,â he instructs, pulling you off the sink.
His lips are feverish on your own, and he undresses you as quickly as heâd undressed himself. His hands grope your breasts, and he leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth while you thread your fingers through his hair.
âNow turn the shower on,â he commands.
You step toward the shower, following through- and you feel Seungcheolâs hulking, built body behind your own. His chest presses to your back, and his hands begin to explore your form while the water heats.
You tilt your head to give him access to your throat while one hand massages your breast, and the other slips down to your core, teasing through your pussy lips.
âWet already,â he muses with a grin. âMingyu said youâre a sensitive one.â
A tingle of sinful delight rushes through you.
You wonder how many details Mingyu shared- you wonder if Seungcheolâs been eager to get a taste of you for himself.
The water begins to steam, and with a nudge, Seungcheol prompts you inside. He joins you quickly, pinning you to the wall while his lips devour your own.
He breaks the kiss a short time later, looking up at your detachable shower head, then a grin spreads across his face. âGuess I can be a giver today, but donât tell anyone,â he teases, taking the shower head off.
Youâre not even shocked when he brings it between your thighs, wet pressure surging up against your clit while you squeal in shock.
Seungcheol bends down, capturing your nipple between his lips again.
âFuck, this feels good-â you groan, gasping and grinding down against the shower head.
âIâll let you cum first, because when itâs my turn, itâs my turn,â he warns.Â
âWhatever you want,â you tell him, enjoying the way his mouth returns to your breasts.
Heâs so rough, but it feels so good as the pressure from the shower continues on your clit. The dual feeling of his lips around your nipple, and the pressure on your sensitive bud has you getting close to the edge shockingly fast.
Seungcheol - like Mingyu - seems able to read you, and he adjusts, bringing a hand between your thighs. Two fingers slip into your wet core, and he focuses on applying the water to your clit while he begins to finger fuck you.
âFuck,â you groan, clawing at the wall, trying to stay standing while he works you closer and closer-
âWant to see you cum,â he says. âWant to see you come undone on this fucking shower head and my fingers before I take whatâs mine.â
Your stomach flip flops at the possessive tone, your breath coming out in a shocked gasp.
âYeah, you like that, donât you, baby?â Seungcheol asks. âTonight, youâre mine. Donât want you thinking about Mingyu, or that stupid fucking ex of yours. Itâs just you and me, and if I see you drifting, Iâll bring you right back here, with me, got it?â
âYeah,â you nod, swallowing thickly.
âSuch a good girl for me, grinding against my hand-â he groans. âI can see how close you are.â He leans forward, his lips ghosting past your ear. âIâll admit though, Iâm not a very patient man.â
Your skin tingles at his words, and you find yourself reaching for his cock, using the water as lubrication as you begin to stroke him off.
âThatâs it,â Seungcheol says, voice low. âI be good to you, you be good to me, thatâs the way this should be, donât you think?â
âUh huh,â you nod, closing your eyes as your abdominal muscles tense, warning you of your oncoming orgasm.
âSqueezing me so good, come on, baby, cum on my fingers.â
Seungcheolâs hand works even harder, digits stroking your sweet spot- and thatâs all you need to be thrown over the edge.
You let out a strangled gasp, your orgasm slamming into you.
âThatâs it,â Seungcheol groans, pressing his forehead against yours while he works you through your high. âKeep cumming for me, baby.â
You couldnât stop even if you wanted to- your entire body is Seungcheolâs to control, and he prolongs your orgasm until youâre a shaking mess.Â
You can hardly stand, but that doesnât matter, Seungcheol puts the shower head back and simply picks you up. âI donât have a condom on me,â he explains, sinking you onto his cock and releasing a hissing sound of pleasure, âso Iâm just going to have to pull out and paint your chest.â
âWhatever you want,â you tell him, drawing his lips to your own as he begins to fuck you against the wall of your shower.
His fingers dig into your thighs, and he uses you to his own pleasure, fucking you like a mad man. Heâs so strong- and you feel like some weightless doll in his grip. His lips are hot against your own, and his moans are some of the sexiest sounds youâve ever heard.
There arenât any thoughts in your head as he uses you in an animalistic, almost primal way, and you love every second of it, your sensitive pussy clenching tight around his aching cock.
âFuck,â Seungcheol groans. âYouâre pussyâs too good, gonna cum.â He pulls out of you abruptly, and you sink to your knees on your shower floor, looking up at him. âThatâs a good girl,â he tells you, wrapping his hand around his cock and beginning to roughly stroke it. âPush those pretty tits up for me.â
You do as youâre told, watching Seungcheol- the way his bicep and abdominal muscles flex with each strained stroke of his rock hard cock.
Heâs a fucking vision, and you donât mind him using the sight of you to his own end- in fact, when he releases a strangled groan, throwing his head back as his hot seed shoots out across your tits, you kind of realize you love this.Â
His large thighs flex, his entire muscular body alive as his orgasm washes over him.
He works himself through it, and finally stops, hand falling to his side while the other reaches out to press to the wall. He looks down at you, offering you that sexy smile. âGood girl.â
Five
Youâd given it a week of thought, and now here you are, looking at both Mingyu and Seungcheol as they stand in your kitchen.
âAre you sure you want this?â Mingyu asks, ever the softie of the two.
âShe wants this,â Seungcheol confirms, looking you up and down. âSheâs probably wanted this since the moment you said she could have us both.â
âItâs a big step,â Mingyu points out.
âItâs the ultimate distraction,â Seungcheol counters.
You let out a sigh, opening your robe to reveal the lingerie underneath. âLetâs do this.â
Seungcheol moves first, stepping forward and grabbing you by the back of the neck, drawing your lips to his. You kiss him desperately, cognizant of Mingyu watching. It feels amazing to have the attention of two gorgeous men, and you feel downright elated as Seungcheol lifts you off the ground and begins to carry you to your room.
You watch Mingyu over Seungcheolâs shoulder, and he follows closely.
âHow do you want to do this?â the taller one asks as you make it to your bed, where Seungcheol tosses you down.
âNo condoms,â you respond.
Both men laugh, exchanging glances. âBaby wants to be full, huh?â Seungcheol asks.
âSo full,â you agree.
âI think we can deal with that,â Mingyu grins. âAny other requests?â
You swallow thickly. âWhatever you want.â
Mingyu and Seungcheol look at each other again, and the taller one shrugs. âIâll go first,â Seungcheol decides.Â
âSounds good to me,â Mingyu agrees.
The two nod at each other, and then they both begin to strip. They get down to their boxers quickly, and Seungcheol joins you on the bed first, making you face him on your knees as he captures your lips with his own. His hands are everywhere, massaging and groping-
A second set of hands joins the first as the bed dips, signaling Mingyuâs arrival behind you. His soft lips find your throat, and you moan at the sensation of two sets of mouths on you.
Their touch is everywhere now, but itâs clearly Seungcheol who pulls your panties down, rubbing your wet pussy while Mingyu works on your bra.Â
âSo wet for us,â Seungcheol groans. âSheâs been wanting this for ages, Gyu- havenât you, baby?â
âFor too long,â you agree with a whimper, looking up at him.
Now itâs Mingyuâs turn to moan a sound of appreciation, and he pushes your bra off your body, hands immediately cupping your breasts. His fingers pinch at your nipples and you moan desperately, pushing your ass back against him-
Fuck, Mingyuâs already hard, his cock straining against your butt-
Seungcheol captures your attention again, kissing you as his fingers push into your core, crooking up to hit your sweet spot.Â
Youâre so wet- with each stroke, you can hear your juices on Seungcheolâs fingers, and it sets your entire body on fire.
It feels like nothing else youâve ever experienced to be captured between these two gorgeous men- there are absolutely zero thoughts in your head, youâre so overtaken by this wordless need-
âFuck this,â Seungcheol says. âIâm not huge on foreplay, need to fuck you.â
Mingyu snickers behind you, itâs clear which of the two men is better at patience, and you suppose thatâs why the taller of the two men gets to go second. You canât imagine making Seungcheol wait his turn, but thatâs part of whatâs so endearing about him.
âHereâs how itâs going to go,â Seungcheol sighs. âIâll fuck you doggy, Mingyu can be under you, and as soon as Iâm done, he can get his turn, sounds good?â
âSounds perfect,â you admit.
Seungcheol leans close, his lips ghosting over your own when he says, âThen be a good girl and get into position for me.â
All three of you stip the last bit of clothing from your bodies, and youâre quick to get on top of Mingyu. He immediately kisses you, cupping your cheek as you grind down against his cock- youâre trying to be patient for Seungcheol, but patience, it would seem, is a strong suit that neither of you have.Â
âIf you put his cock inside of you, Iâm going to prep your ass,â Seungcheol warns, and you pause your writhing on top of Mingyu. âThatâs what I thought.â
Two hands roughly grip your hips, and Seungcheol pulls you up, off of Mingyu. A cock glides between your pussy lips, and Seungcheol smooths his palm along your back. âBe good for us,â he warns before slipping into your wet core.
You let out a moan, resting your head against Mingyuâs chest while he strokes you, holding you close. He nuzzles at the crown of your head, a gentle contrast to the man who begins fucking into you.
Youâre kind of obsessed with the duality- the dichotomy of the two men is enough to keep you satisfied and on edge, enraptured with the act of making love in this way.Â
Itâs clear already that youâre kind of in love with threesomes- thereâs just something about this, or maybe- thereâs just something about Mingyu and Seungcheol.
Seungcheolâs hands are rough on your hips, pulling you back to every thrust, and you finally relax enough to be able to kiss Mingyu again. His lips are desperate against your own, and his cock presses up between your bodies- you canât help but grab at it, stroking him off in time with Seungcheolâs thrusts.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, rutting up to meet you.
âYouâre being too nice on him,â Seungcheol muses, and you can hear his smile.
Neither you nor Mingyu respond, too busy kissing to care.
Itâs clear, after a few seconds, that Seungcheol doesnât enjoy being ignored, because one of his hands snakes around your body, fingers finding your clit.
âShit-â you whimper, breaking your kiss as pleasure surges through you.
âKnew that would get your attention,â Seungcheol says smugly, rubbing you even harder.
âYou gonna cum for us?â Mingyu asks, lips attaching to your neck, one hand groping your breast while you continue to stroke him off.
âYeah, Iâm close-â you gasp, pussy tensing, clenching tight around Seungcheol, who groans deeply at the feeling.
You feel so perfectly taken care of, two men working your body closer and closer to the edge until your orgasm takes over. You release a strangled whimper, body surging with white hot energy that pulses through you like an electric shock.
Seungcheol lets out his own sound of pleasure, and his thrusts falter ever so slightly- then he goes as hard as heâs ever gone before. Each rut is skin on skin as his hips hit your ass, and you can tell from his rough panting that heâs just about to tip over the edge too-
He cums with a deep groan, and the sound makes your pussy flutter even harder as ropes of cum coat your insides, filling you perfectly.
Youâre fucked practically stupid, reduced to animal instinct as you stay captured between two large bodies. All you can do is stay on shaking thighs, crouched over Mingyu, as Seungcheol finishes up and pulls out of you with a âFuck.â
 âMy turn?â Mingyu asks, stroking your cheek to get your attention.
âYeah, fuck- fill me up even more,â you whimper.
âYou got it, baby,â Mingyu grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before he reaches between your bodies, grabbing his cock to line it up with your pussy. He helps you down onto him, and you moan.
Youâre still tight from your orgasm, but itâs substantially easier to take Mingyu after having just enjoyed Seungcheolâs girth- and the cum inside of you helps with the lubrication. Youâre fully seated on Mingyuâs cock not a moment later, and you both moan from the sensation.
His lips attack your own, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he begins to thrust up into you.
Youâre too weak to ride him, but from the way Mingyu bucks with the energy of a stallion, you doubt he cares.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans against your mouth. âYou feel so good, baby.â
âYou feel good too,â you tell him, words shaky as they escape you.
âSheâs cock drunk already,â Seungcheol muses, and you hear him heading to the bathroom to clean up while Mingyu has his way with you.
âAre you cock drunk, baby?â Mingyu asks, pausing to look up at you with lust filled eyes.
âSo good,â you whimper.
Mingyu grins. âDefinitely cock drunk.â He cups your cheek, drawing your lips back to his own. He rolls you over so youâre now on your back, and then he sits up onto his knees. âCan you get onto your side for me, gonna push your leg up to your chest and fuck you like that.â
You do as youâre told, shifting into the position. Mingyu grabs your thigh, anchoring himself as he begins to rail into you. He has more maneuverability in this position than when youâd been on top, and he hits as deep as anyone has ever hit before, making you whimper and claw at the sheets.Â
âYou look so good like this,â Mingyu tells you. âBeing so good for us.â
âMingyu-â you whimper.
âI know, Iâm close too,â he promises.
Each thrust is hitting a spot that has your toes curling, and youâre quickly working your way to another high, pussy still sensitive from Seungcheol.
âFuck,â Mingyu groans, digging his fingers into your thigh as he holds you open for himself. âCanât cum till you do- fuck, wanna feel you squeezing my cock-â
âGonna fill me up,â you whimper.
âGonna fill you to the fucking brim, baby,â Mingyu agrees.
You close your eyes, so overwhelmed by pleasure-
âLet me fill you, come on, cum with me baby,â Mingyu urges, and thatâs all it takes for you to explode on his cock.
He releases a grunt, fingers gripping you tight as he falls over the edge with you, fucking you roughly through your dual highs. You love how you can just relax as pleasure like youâve never felt before surges through you- both men take care of you in their own ways, and this is what heaven must feel like.
But all good things must come to an end, and slowly, Mingyuâs motions begin to falter. He collapses half on top of you, breathing heavily as his lips eagerly seek yours out.
âWell arenât you two cute,â Seungcheolâs voice makes you both laugh, pulling away from each other.
âIs that jealousy in your tone, Seungcheol?â you tease.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. âJealousy doesnât work if youâre planning to do threesomes with the same three people more than once.â
âOh, are we doing this again?â you ask.
Seungcheol grins. âBaby, what do you think?â
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Youâre standing at the bartop waiting for your drink when hands grab at your hips. Youâre pulled back to a broad chest, and lips press to your throat, prompting you to tilt your head and grin. âCheol,â you breathe, âwhat are you doing?â
âKeeping track of my prisoner,â he muses, grabbing at the orange jumper youâre wearing. âCanât let my dirty little prison escapee out of my sight.â
It had been his idea to dress as cops and a prisoner for Halloween- and you think there must be some sort of rule against Seungcheol and Mingyu wearing their actual uniforms as costumes on a night like this- but fuck, they look so good in their navy blue.
You know you look good too, the orange jumper isnât revealing per se, but itâs tight in the right places, and Seungcheol is feral for you regardless of what youâre wearing⊠or not wearing.Â
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and they were roommates pt. 2
pairing : Spencer Reid x fem!student!roommate!reader summary : the BAU team works the case, you get to help word count : 2.3k warning : canon-typical violence, mention of violence and sexual violence A/N : thank you all so much for all the love on part 1 of this !!! I love getting feedback, it's incredibly motivating ! I will probably do a part 3 :)) Also, my cat is sitting next to me as I write this, which I find quite funny
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Back at the police station, Spencer had trouble focusing on the case. His mind kept wandering over to you, wondering what you were doing, how you were doing. He was on edge and the entire team could feel it. Hotch pulled him to the side to ask him if he wanted to give you a phone call. Reid refused, but settled on sending you a text, something he never usually did while working. Something he never usually did because he wasn't the biggest fan of technology and also because he couldn't decipher how you were actually feeling without hearing your voice and all the quirks in the way you spoke which gave away your real feelings.
Sent by Dr. Ironed Socks : < Hey. How are you doing? > Sent by You : < Ok, I'm having a tea on the couch. Geoff is in REM sleep on my lap. Thx for checking <3 >
Your text was followed by a pixelly picture of your slightly overweight (Spencer couldn't use that term to describe Geoffrey around you or you'd get upset) orange cat sprawled out on your lap, legs and arms askew, fast asleep. Spencer felt a small wave of relief spread through him. You were okay for now. Geoffrey was looking after you. Later, he'd help you process and give you all the tools necessary to get over such a traumatic event and move on. It was almost as if that was in his job description.
Returning to the room where the BAU team had settled in, Spencer sent Hotch a grateful nod. Hotch moved his lips in what resembled a small smile, Reid couldn't be sure. "Okay," Garcia's voice resounded from the speaker sitting in the middle of the round table, "I've contacted all of Mary Goldman's professors and it turns out she didn't go to class today. Her first class was at 11:30 but she never showed up." "None of the students we interrogated on campus had seen her after 10:15," Emily spoke up. "Spencer's roommate saw her between 10:30 and 11:00," Rossi intervened. "Okay, we'll get her to come in," Hotch affirmed. Spencer's whole body tensed. You had been the last person to see the victim. His mind was so busy reeling, thinking about everything you'd have to go through as the most promising witness, that he missed Morgan's question.
"Reid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sorry, what did you say?" "What was the time of death according to the coroner?" "14:30," Rossi answered. "It was 14:26, actually," corrected Reid. Rossi rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the unsub has his victim between around, let's say 11:15, and 14:26," Rossi shot a pointed look at Spencer, "that's about three hours and 11 minutes. In those three hours, he had time to take the victim someplace where neither of them would be seen or heard, beat and sexually assault her, and finally dump her in smack-dab in front of the university." "He's definitely organised and wants to send a message," Emily thought aloud. "But what is he trying to say? Look at what I can do? You can't stop me?" "Friends," interrupted Garcia, "I'm going to need at least some information before I even try to get anything out of a search. He's taking and leaving them on campus, so I'm guessing he doesn't necessarily need a vehicle. Does he live in the area?" "Yes, he's local or knows the area, he knows these women and he most likely knows the campus. Search for white males, early twenties with a record of violence and sexual misconduct. Cross-reference that with victims of reported abuse and sexual abuse in the last twenty five years. Run background checks for all university staff. Also have a look at similar victims and MOs in this area in the last five years. This may not be his first time," spoke Hotch. "On it, I'll get back to you when I've found something." "Thanks, Garcia."
You'd taken a shower as soon as you'd arrived home. The water was too hot and you'd scrubbed your skin too hard but getting out, you felt a slight bit better. Heavily disliking the way you still felt, you opted for a cup of Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar. Settling on the couch with a steaming cup in your hands, you tucked your legs beneath you and sighed.
Images of Mary's dead body were printed onto the inside of your eyelids. You still couldn't believe it. Your mind reeled as you tried to think of an explanation for it all. Whichever path you followed, you came up empty. You could not comprehend or imagine any reason of taking the life of an innocent person, especially in such a violent way. Luckily for you, you still didn't know the extent of the violence.
A familiar noise pulled you from your dark thoughts. Geoffrey had just jumped down from his cat tree. You watched him stretch and languidly walk over to you. He meowed once before jumping onto the couch, right next to you. You moved your legs so that you were sitting cross-legged and scratched his head. He purred in delight and pressed himself against you. He sniffed at your tea with an unimpressed look before climbing into your lap before letting himself flop down on his side, stretching out his appendages. You cooed as his pink toe-beans stretched too and laid a hand on his belly, scratching gently. The vibrations of his purrs had a calming effect on you. "Are you trying to make me forgive you for biting my ankle the other day when I wouldn't give you any more treats? You know Spencer says you're a bit overweight, I was just trying to get him to stop body-shaming you, my love..."
A few minutes later, you get a text from Spencer. About thirty minutes after that, you get a phone call from him. "Hey, would you mind coming to the station? It turns out you're the last person to have seen the victim."
"I'll do the cognitive interview." "Reid, I don't think that's a good idea." "Look, yes I'm invested, I know that. But I also know her and-" "Reid, no. This is the reason we such have procedures." "But I-" "Reid." Hotchner's tone translated finality. Spencer's shoulders sank in defeat. He had figured that if he had been the one conducting the interview, maybe it would have been less traumatic for you. He hated the idea of not being there for you, with you, during such a trying moment. He bit his bottom lip.
"I'll do it," volunteered Morgan. Reid felt slight comfort at that, Morgan was one of the few people he would entrust his life to. He could entrust you to him for the interview, even if he didn't like it. Hotchner nodded. "Reid, you work with Garcia, focus on finding other victims with the same MO to help build the profile." Reid nodded and went to find his colleagues.
When you entered the police station, it was almost like he could feel your presence. He came to find you straight away, not wanting to leave alone even for a second. "Hey." "Hey." Reid immediately pulled you in for a meaningful embrace, burying his face in your hair. The smell of your shampoo, conditionner and body wash were bliss to his nostrils. They were a promise that you were here, you were safe, you were okay. Morgan watched from afar, a small smile playing at his lips. He knew Reid, and the hug you exchanged was both too hasty and too tight to be anything casual. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry to have to make you come in, but they're going to do- well I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me, so it's-"
A slightly older, very muscular and gentle man stepped forward, holding out his hand to you. You shook it. "I'm Agent Derek Morgan. I'm one of Spencer's colleagues. I'll be the one conducting the interview, seeing as there's a conflict of interest with you and Spencer. I hope you can understand that." You introduced yourself and looked at Spencer before answering Derek. "Yes, I understand, it's- it's not a problem." "Great, if you could just follow me, please?" You licked your lips and sent Spencer a look, which he answers with a nod of reassurance and a small smile, before following Derek.
"You can close your eyes if it makes you more comfortable." You were sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair. The light above you was ticking at uneven intervals and the room smelt of worry. You didn't know how you could get any more comfortable, but listening to Morgan's even, alto voice helped a bit. "Okay." You closed your eyes. "You told Agent Rossi that you crossed the victim somewhere around quarter to eleven. Is that correct?" "Uh, yes." "Where did you cross her?" "In the main hall." "Where were you going?" "Um, I had just been to the bathroom and I was heading to my Anglo-American Literary Survey class." "Okay, can you describe to me everything about the moment when you crossed the victim? What you saw, what you felt, smelled, heard? Was anything out of the ordinary?" You opened your eyes.
"Um, I'm sorry, but could you stop referring to Mary as the victim, please? She has a name, which is Mary Goldman, and a victim wasn't the only thing she was." Derek was slightly surprised at your comment but understood where you came from. Separating from the name was a way for profilers to gain some distance from the horrendous violence. Personally knowing the victim, you didn't have such luxury. "Of course, I apologise. What did you feel when you crossed Mary? Was anything out of place?"
You nodded in thanks and tried to bring yourself back to that moment. It seemed unreal, how such a small interaction suddenly held such importance. "O-Okay, uh, my hands are still a bit wet. There weren't any towels in the bathroom. I saw her after she saw me and we exchanged a smile. I thought she looked really pretty today, but I didn't tell her. We really don't know each other that well." "Okay, that's good. Was she wearing anything out of habit for her?" "Uhh, no, she was wearing a pleated skirt and a sweater vest. She often dresses like that, I don't know exactly why I thought she looked pretty. I guess she just looked happy. Nothing was out of the ordinary." "Good. Could you hear or smell anything?" "Yeah, well, there were the voices of other people in the hall. I can hear girls laughing. I smell Mary's perfume when she walks past me. She always wears the same one, it's Chanel, Mademoiselle Coco specifically, she told me once at a party."
"Okay, do you know where she's going?" "I- yeah, she's heading for her Behavioural Neuroscience class." "Is she walking in the right direction?" "Uh... Yes, yes, she is. She's not in too much of a hurry, though, she doesn't like the teacher." "So why is she heading there already, then? The class only starts at 11:30." "She likes to reread the material from the previous week before the class starts." "Why doesn't she like the teacher?" "No one does, all he does is read off his slides and he's a jerk when it comes to grading."
Morgan suppressed a smile at your comment. "Okay, thank you so much, Y/N, this was very helpful." "Was it? I didn't feel like-" "Yes, I promise you've just shared some crucial pieces of information." "O-Okay, if you say so."
All eyes were on Morgan as he entered the briefing room. He put his paper coffee cup down on the table and looked at Hotch. "Nothing was out of the ordinary. Mary was wearing habitual clothes and the same perfume she always wore. She was heading to the same class, as she did weekly, at the same time. My guess is this guy knew her routine and did a blitz attack. Y/N gave me the number of Mary's best friend, and according to her, Mary didn't have any guys in her life except for her dad and brother."
Hotchner nodded. Spencer couldn't help but feeling proud of you for being able to go through with the interview and to provide such useful information, too. He'd have to congratulate you when he got home. "Pretty boy and I found three similar victims in the last three years. They weren't connected to this case because they were in another university, just on the other side of the state line. Last year, three girls, university students, were killed, same MO, all disappeared for about three hours before being found dead in front of the university, they attended," Garcia spoke from the speaker. Spencer nodded in agreement to her words. "What did the police find back then?" asked Emily. "Nothing, they- uh, did all they could during the month that the three murders happened but after the third victim, the unsub stopped," Spencer answered. "Stopped?" Emily repeated, brows drawn together in confusion. "Yeah, he just- stopped killing and disappeared. Our best guess is that something triggered him then and that the same thing triggered him now."
"Oh, another thing," Garcia sounded reluctant to share the information she had, "I looked at all the victims' pictures and... well, I'll just send them to you, that'll be easier."
Spencer's blood ran ice cold as he stared at the four girls on the screen. They all looked exactly like you.
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Literally obsessed with poly 141 x reader. Part 2
141 are called to the hospital after youâre picked up by paramedics after a drunken work party.Â
Heed the warnings.
CW: dead dove don't eat, alleged assault, alleged sexual assault, alleged non-con drugging, hurt/comfort, medial stuff, description of injuries.
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John is your emergency contact. Heâs the captain, the leader, he can take charge and make sure everyone does their job. You were still confused, heaving into a bag as the paramedic was asking about who to call.
It was a work party, you only had a few drinks. Youâre not sure what happened, you were talking with a coworker. The next thing you know there are strangers around, youâre outside down an alley, the cold London air making you shiver.Â
âHow much have you had to drink tonight?â The female paramedic asks. Your head is swimming, your body is sore. You have no idea where you are or what happened. Panic rises in your chest, you look up at her. She has kind eyes.Â
âI donât know.â You slur. Your body feels heavy. The adrenaline that was pumping through your system is wearing off.Â
You donât remember what happens next, all you hear is the screeching noise of sirens.Â
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Johnâs heart is racing in his chest. Johnny and Kyle are sitting in silence in the back seats of the car they all rushed into after the call. John looks over at Simon, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel.Â
âPark up, weâll meet you inside.â John says as Simon pulls into the parking garage. He stops the car and everyone but Simon gets out heading into the hospitalâs A&E entrance. Price makes a b-line for the front desk. Johnny and Kyle follow as he asks for you and what room youâre in.
The nurse has barely finished telling him when heâs nodding and making his way through the doors to the main ward. It doesnât take him long to find your bay. He pulls the curtain back looking at you curled up in the bed.Â
Your face is raw, your left eye is red and swollen, your neck bruised. The stunning red dress you left the house in torn, exposing your skin littered with marks. His stomach turns, he can see in your eyes youâre out of it. Reaching out for Johnny as he comes over to you. Â
You hardly register them coming in, your head still swimming as you turn to look at them. Familiar hands touch your skin. Johnnyâs fingers coming to your face, brushing hair behind your ears.
âHi.â You say smiling up at him. Â
âHey lass, whatâve you been up to then?â He asks as Kyle comes over to the other side of the bed lacing his fingers with yours.Â
Silent glances are shared around the room. Johnâs presence is unavoidable, he stands at the end of the bed, his arms crossed as Johnny and Kyle fuss over you.Â
A nurse comes into the room. John turns to talk to her, she explains what theyâve done so far. Your injuries are consistent with sexual assault, date rape. The police will be here soon.Â
The words from the nurse's mouth seem to change the energy in the room. Itâs like a rehearsed dance theyâve been practicing for. Maybe itâs the fact they're military and used to working under pressure, or maybe itâs just the fact itâs you, laid in a hospital bed.Â
John immediately takes up the role of leader-captain-in an instant. Johnny stays by your side holding your hand caressing your face, telling you not to worry. His kind eyes and warm smile distracts you from the commotion going on in your room.Â
Johnâs voice is low as he gives out orders. Kyle is incharge of intel gathering coming over to talk to you, rubbing your arm letting Johnny comfort you as he asks you simple questions. You donât remember much but you enjoy his touch.
When Simon comes in the mood shifts.Â
You watch as he comes over to you. Johnny steps back letting him cup your cheek, his eyes scan your face, pulling your chin up to look at him. His eyes are hard, his lips pressed together. He kisses your forehead before moving back to the end of the bed.Â
Johnny is back with his smile and soft touches as he brushes your face careful to avoid the sensitive areas. Youâre sleepy, your eyes drooping as you relax into bed.Â
âTired?â Johnny asks, pulling the sheets over you. You nod before turning your head to look over the end of the bed. Simon's eyes are still on you as John talks. Youâre not listening to what theyâre saying. Kyle moves over, his attention turns to John.Â
âWhat are they doing?â You ask, your words still slurred.
âDonât worry âbout them love. Theyâve got work to do.â You watch as Simon pulls a mask up over his nose before he and Kyle leave the room.Â
You look over at Johnny smiling. John walks over resting his hand on your leg.Â
âYouâre okay lass, weâre here now.â He says his thumb brushing your cheek as your eyes fall closed.
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Someone stop me...
Part 2
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F.I.N.E || MV1
Pairing: Max Verstappen x teacher!reader Summary: When your student gets injured and you canât get hold of her parents you try call an old contact number hoping he can help. Warnings: slight angst, fluff WC: 3.4K
Max frowned at the unfamiliar number calling him. If it wasnât for the fact it was a local number he would have ignored it but since few people had his personal number he decided to answer it. Immediately he was hit with the sound of high pitch cries and a soothing voice softly singing a lullaby that eased the knot of anxiety that had formed in an instant.Â
âHello, is this Max?â you asked when you realised the dual tone had stopped and the call had been answered. You shifted the child carefully on your lap and grabbed the old enrolment form to see the name again. âMax Verstappen?â
âMaxy?â the girl in your arms echoed with confusion.
âYes, who is this?â
âMiss Y/L/N, Iâm one of Penelopeâs teachers. Thereâs been an incident and I found your number under her emergency contact list.â
âOh no, sorry, there must be a mistake. You should call her mother or father. Iâm not, weâre not, um, I shouldnât be on that list anymore.â
You cringed as another piercing cry deafened your ear and you rubbed the little girl's back. âIt hurts,â she whimpered.
âI know, sweetheart, someone will be here to get you shortly,â you replied softly and you hoped it was the truth. âLook, Max, Iâve tried every other contact number and no one is answering. Is there any way you could come down here? At least until I can get in touch with someone else.â
Max pinched the bridge of his nose but when he heard Pâs shuddering cry he knew he had to go. âOkay, Iâll be there shortly.â
Max didnât care if he got a parking ticket, he took the loading space right outside the preschool building. He likely would have gotten a speeding ticket too in his rush to cross the city but thankfully there werenât any police in his path.Â
âMaxy!âÂ
Penelope wriggled in your arms as she spotted the stranger walking into the classroom. His eyes immediately found her and he crossed the space to where you sat holding her.
âHey, P,â he greeted with a smile and knelt down at your height. âWhatâs happened, bug?â
Her little eyes welled up again as she lifted her bandaged wrist. âI fell off the playground.â
âI donât think anything is broken but I would suggest having her doctor check to be sure.â
âI donât know who her doctor is. I donât even know what Iâm doing here.â
âYouâre contact details were-â
âThose must have been from when she started. Her mother and I havenât been together for a while.â
âOh, I see. Iâm sorry to put this on you. I swear I tried every other phone number we have.â
Max nodded and his sigh sounded exhausted as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. âI just need to make a call. Iâll be back in a minute, bug.â
Max walked along the room, looking over the childrenâs artwork as he pressed his phone to his ear and waited. Eventually the call went to voicemail and his spine straightened tensely. âKel, Iâve picked up P from daycare and Iâm taking her to the hospital. Call me when you get this.â
You could see the man was stressed when he returned and his short hair pointed in all directions from the hand he kept nervously running through it. It was cute.
âDaniil is in Italy this week for work,â Max said as he returned to your side and picked up Penelopeâs Prada backpack before opening his arms. âIâll keep trying to get a hold of Kelly. Come on, bug.â
Lunchtime was coming to an end and children were starting to file back into the room, a few of the older ones stopping at staring wide eyed at Max. He was tall but not that tall or formidable to draw such a reaction but your question was answered when one of the boys ran to his picture on the wall. Timothée unpinned the drawing of a race car and ran up to Max, holding it out with a pencil.
âSir, can you please sign this?â
Max looked used to the attention and took the pen with a polite, âSure.â He stared at the picture for the moment after signing it and chuckled. âIs the RB20?â
TimothĂ©e nodded eagerly. âItâs my favourite.â
âMine too,â he said as handed the picture back and smiled as it was crushed happily to the boy's chest. Max then carefully picked up Penelope, slowly so she wasnât jostled, and his arms brushed yours.Â
âIf you need anything you have my number,â you reminded as the weight was lifted from your lap. âChildren can be a little overwhelming if youâre not used to it.â
Max smiled fondly at Penelope and shook his head. âThis isnât new. I still have her room set up.â
âYou do?â Penelope asked hopefully and Max turned his head as he cursed to himself. âAre we going to live with you again?â
âNo, no, sorry, P,â he said softly. âI just havenât had time to redecorate.â
âOh.â You both winced at the defeated tone and you knew the fresh tears had nothing to do with her arm this time but you were saved by the bell as it spurred Max to toss the bag over his shoulder and look to the door.
âI hope you feel better soon, Penelope.â
âThank you, Miss Y/L/N.â
âThank you,â Max echoed with a nod before departing.
All afternoon you were distracted with thoughts of the two of them until the final bell rang and you grabbed your phone. You had sporadically tried to contact Daniil and Kelly again but the calls went straight to voicemail every time and you found no returned calls.
Y/N: How is Penelope? Max: She is happy watching The Little Mermaid. She has a sprained wrist and the nurse complemented the bandaging so you should be proud. Y/N: And how are you? Max: Iâm fine.
Max swore as the pot of water boiled over and he hissed as he grabbed the handle to find it was just as hot. He dropped his phone reaching for the teatowel and then P started calling out from the living room complaining that the movie was boring - the same movie she watched a thousand times and she had specifically asked for.
Y/N: My mentor used to tell me that stood for: freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional. Are you sure you are fine?
After turning the stove down to a simmer and wiping up the mess of water that had splashed across his floor he went and changed the movie to what would hopefully last longer than ten minutes before she changed her mind. Taking another attempt at making dinner, he grabbed a bag of pasta from his pantry and poured its entirety into the pot.
Max: Iâm thinking I am definitely neurotic and possibly starting to freak out. Y/N: I couldnât have that on my conscience. My offer still stands if you need some help. Max: You donât have anyone you need to get home to? Y/N: My cat prefers his own company unless heâs hungry and heâs already been fed today so no. Max: I donât want you to go out of your way. Y/N: I wouldnât have offered if I wasnât willing to follow through. Let me help. Please?
Max smiled at his phone before sending his address and looking around to see how tidy the place was. His jacket was tossed on the table instead of being hung up and Penelopeâs bag was spilled across the entryway floor, not the first impression he wanted to make.
You entered the port address into your phone and locked the classroom behind you, feeling a little unsteady at the thought of seeing Max again. Penelope was a sweet child and she seemed comfortable with Max but you hadnât really ever heard her talk about him before. You told yourself the only reason you were going there was to check on your student's wellbeing, but a small part of you wanted to see Max again.
You wondered if maybe he hadnât heard your knock on the door or that you had the wrong apartment and you rapped your knuckles on it again before he called out. There was a crash and then a groan close to the door before it swung open and Max balanced on one leg.
âUh, is everything okay?â you asked as he clutched his foot.
âYeah, everythingâs fine,â he rushed before he caught the teasing curl of your brow and he froze before a smile grew on his lips. âRight, freaked out, insecure, neurotic and emotional.â
âYouâre a quick learner.â You stepped inside at his invitation and he closed the door behind you while you rushed towards the burning smell in the kitchen. âOh, wow.â
âFucksake,â Max grumbled as he grabbed a wet tea towel before reaching for the tray of garlic bread in the oven. âOuch, shit!â
âYou said a naughty word,â Penelope called out from the next room like it was something that she regularly commented on. âThat's another 20.â
Max sighed heavily as he looked at a jar on the bench that was already filled with cash. âShit.â
âI heard that.â
âShouldnât you be watching your movie?â
You giggled at the amusing conversation before turning the tap to cold and taking Maxâs hand. âWet towels and hot trays make steam.â
He watched you guide his hand under the water and flinched as it hit the burn mark on his palm. âI donât usually cook, if you couldnât tell.â
âThe life of a bachelor. Keep your hand there.â You moved with ease around his kitchen trying to save what was left of dinner but paused at a huge pot of pasta that had swelled up and pushed the lid half off. âAre you expecting a dozen other people?â
Max shrugged innocently. âI didnât know how much to put in.â
âWell the good news is the top half is edible,â you stated after finding a colander and draining the pasta until only a thick layer remained stuck to the bottom of the pot. âDo you have any sauce?â
âSauce?â
âWhat were you going to have with it?â
âGarlic bread.â You both looked at the charred sticks still smoking on the baking tray.
âDo you mind?â you asked as you pointed to his fridge and the cupboards around the kitchen.
âNo, please. Go ahead.â
You checked the fridge first and you were pleasantly surprised to find it well stocked with fresh fruit and vegetables. âDo you live off salads or does all this go to waste?â
âNeither, my nutritionist comes by twice a week and he prepares the meals.â
For a moment you had forgotten his profession. You had googled his name after TimothĂ©e couldnât stop talking about meeting the âMax Verstappenâ. âThat must be intense, and restricting. Does your social life suffer?â
âItâs not so bad. I still get to go out for dinner and have a few drinks when I want.â He started to pull his hand out from under the water but you tutted and caught his wrist, holding it back beneath the cold stream.
âKeep still,â you warned with a voice you saved for children who werenât listening. âIt needs 20 minutes under there.â
âYou want me to stand here for twenty minutes?â
âNo, science wants you to stay there for twenty minutes.â
âAre you a teacher or a nurse?â he asked with a playful roll of his eyes.
âDepends if it's halloween.â
His loud laugh made you smile and you eased your grip on his hand one finger at a time to see if he would stay where he was. He did. âIâll behave, Miss Y/L/N.â
âYou can call me Y//N.â
âI kind of like calling you Miss Y/L/N.â
You checked to see if he was serious but thankfully there was a teasing smile on his face before you returned to the fridge to gather some ingredients.
By some small miracle dinner canât have been too bad since everyone cleaned their plates of the pasta, though you thought they were likely being polite since you could still taste the hint of smoke from the bottom of the pan. Penelope had spent most of the meal asking Max if he remembered what they used to do when she lived there, how they used to go travelling and shopping. You got to see first hand how much patience the man had as he answered each question despite how it made him uncomfortable.
âYou miss her,â you commented after she had gone back to the tv. Max started to collect the dishes with you and sighed as he placed them in the sink.Â
âIt was a big change when they moved out,â he spoke quietly and you stepped closer so you could hear better. âShe kept asking if she did something wrong.â
âThat must have been hard for you.â His eyes widened and you wondered what shocked him, but you had a feeling it was the fact someone showed concern for him. Even though you didnât know the details of the break up, it was clear he had and still did care for Penelope and you felt sorry for him. âCan I hug you? Iâm a hugger and I feel like you could really do with one.â
âYou want to hug me?â
You tried to shrug it off casually. âIf you want to. I donât want to make you uncomfortable. Everyone needs a hug sometime.â
âI do,â he said quickly, very quickly, before he cleared his throat. âI mean, I-I wouldnât mind a hug.â
You smiled at his tentativeness and stepped into his personal space, slipping your hands into the narrow openings between his limp arms and his body to curl around his waist. It took a moment for him to respond before his own arms embraced the comfort and curled around your back too.
âYou smell really good, Max,â you complimented as you rested your head on his chest and caught the scent of his cologne.
âThank you,â he chuckled, the amusement relaxing him even more until his entire body curved into yours. âI think you have playdough in your hair.â
You hummed in agreement. âHighly likely. You wouldnât believe the places I find that stuff at the end of the day, glitter too.â
His bold laugh made you smile and you didnât care it was at your own expense, you were just happy to know it was because of you. Unfortunately you didnât have the chance to hear it again as his phone rang from the countertop and you saw Kellyâs name light up the screen.
âI should let you get that,â you said as you stepped back, instantly missing the warmth and his scent. âIâll go keep Penelope company.â
Max waited for you to leave the kitchen before he accepted the call, his calm state evaporating in an instant. âWhat the hell, Kelly? Where have you been?â
âMy phone was on flight mode, I was on a plane. Is P okay?â
âHer wrist is sprained but sheâs alright now.â Max pinched the bridge of his nose and reminded himself to breathe. âWhy would you leave her alone?â
âShe wasnât alone. Maria was meant to pick her up after school and I should have been home in time for dinner but my flight was delayed.â
âWho is Maria?â
âHer nanny.â
Max had to suppress the groan at the news. He knew Daniil hated the idea of a nanny and he had offered to have more custody so that P would be raised by her parents and not a stranger, but Kelly had vetoed that idea.
âDo you want to go out for dinner? I owe you.â
âNo, weâve already eaten.â
âSome other time then.â
Max made a non-committal sound, his eyes darting to the living room where he watched Penelope explain the movie to you. You were so attentive and patient, asking questions that had Penelope thinking deeper and using such a simple interaction as a learning opportunity. He could see why you suited being a teacher.
âMaybe,â he lied, âjust let me know when youâre almost here and Iâll bring P out to you, I donât want to confuse her any more.â
âRight, of course,â Kelly sighed. âIâll see you soon, Max.â
Max made the most of the time he had left with P, abandoning the dishes so he could sit on the other side of her and watch the movie about a chef rat. She had cozied into his side with a yawn and nudged his arm until he eventually draped it over her shoulder. It was completely innocent but you couldnât help noticing the heat of his hand touching your arm, the warmth spreading like wildfire.
The fire was doused when his phone vibrated and the moment to leave had come.
While he grabbed Penelopeâs backpack, you grabbed your handbag and prepared your own goodbyes. It was silly to feel sad the evening had come to an end but you knew that you would likely never see Max again. You werenât famous and he didnât have children, your paths werenât meant to cross.
âHave a good weekend, Penelope,â you said as you knelt down and gave her a hug. âIâll see you bright and early on Monday.â
âBye, Miss Y/L/N.â
You rose to your feet wondering where you stood with Max until he opened his arms. âAnytime you need a hug, you have my number,â you offered as you stepped into his embrace, no matter how unlikely that prospect was.
âOr if Iâm feeling fine?â
You giggled and nodded against his chest. âEspecially if youâre feeling fine.â
The walk to the elevator was slow, as if no one wanted the strange evening to end, but there was no stopping time as it began making its way down from the penthouse to the ground floor. The doors opened and you instantly spotted Kelly in the reception area, her elegant and effortless beauty reminding you that you still had playdough in your hair.
With one last look at the man beside you, you gave him a small smile and stepped away. âGoodbye, Max.â
He didnât respond as you headed to the valet area but he pulled his phone out of his pocket and yours vibrated a moment later.
Max: Are you okay?
Y/N: Iâm fine.
Max: Me too. Emotional, you?
Y/N: Insecure.
Max: Want a hug?
You stopped and turned to see Max hand Penelopeâs bag over before struggling to separate the girl from where she clung to his leg. She didnât know, couldnât see how it was hurting Max, but you could. So you waited, and when the mother and daughter had departed you stepped into the elevator with the subdued man, slipping your hand into his.
The elevator rose quickly and you watched Maxâs throat bounce with the deep swallow he made before he choked out a broken, âFuck.â
âI feel like I should remind you about the swear jar,â you teased as you bumped your shoulder gently against his arm. âBut Iâll let you off this once because I have a soft spot for you.â
He looked down at you from the corner of his eye and you saw some of the sadness fading from them. âDoes that make me the teacher's pet?â
You gasped dramatically and clutched your chest with your free hand. âI could never bestow such high praise after just one day.â
âWhat are your plans tomorrow then?â he asked with a smirk as the doors opened and he pulled his house key out of his pocket.
âI donât have any.â
âLovely, now are you going to answer my question?â He stepped inside the apartment and opened his arms. âDid you want a hug?â
Your smile chased away more of the shadows in his eyes and the last of it was erased when you stepped into his arms with an eager nod. âI will never say no to a hug.â
His chest bounced with a laugh and you felt him rest his cheek on your head with a contented sigh. âThat is very good to know.â
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Finishing Gifts â€ïž Aaron Hotchner
from the river to the sea, palestine will be free đ”đž READ: this account stands with palestine, and soâ i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.
⥠SUMMARY: after a few days of ignoring him, Aaron makes an effort to get your behavior to return to normal
⥠WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, smut, female and male masturbation, phone sex, mentions of watching porn, sex toys, drinking, small mentions of criminal minds-esque themes and violence, pretty much porn with very little plot, this is not edited like at all
⥠NOTE: something about writing aaron masturbating makes me go brrrrrr
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You had thought you were keeping your cool. Honestly, truly, you had thought no one would notice the small changes in your behavior. You had tried to be subtle in dodging Hotch, doing it slowly and over time. It had started with piggybacking Spencerâs theories in the field, which led to pushing to go look at a crime scene rather than to the police department with Hotch. Then evolved into getting deep into conversation with JJ as you approached the jet, using it as an excuse to claim a seat next to her rather than your normal position between Hotch and the window.
These acts had gone unnoticed, or, at least, youâd thought. In your determination to avoid them, you hadnât noticed the strange looks Derek and Morgan had thrown each other, and then Aaron, as you relaxed next to JJ. You missed Garcia questioning what had been up with you as you extended your time making coffee before a briefing, just so you didnât have to walk behind Hotch into the room.
But, your latest change to avoid your unit chief definitely didnât fly under the radar. This one was loud and clear, and absolutely threw off the entire BAU.
Youâd just completed, by all possible metrics, a very successful case. It was a rare one, looking at terrorism in the DC area. A group of people who were planting explosives around the city, in unsuspecting areas. Instead of targeting political buildings or memorials, they focused on smaller-scale destruction. The team had been able to put the perpetrators away with no more casualties than those that were gone before the team landed. All in all, it was incredibly stressful, but a win for the team.
So, after Emilyâs suggestion and Derekâs reminder that it was an extended weekend due to a government holiday, the team was getting ready to head to the bar. You had begged to go home to shower, promising youâd take an Uber (so you could, in Penelopeâs words, âget fucked up with the girlsâ) and meet them at the bar in about an hour.
You put on your best outfit, showing an appropriate amount of cleavage, and did your makeup to the best of your abilities. After youâd cleaned up, you went to open your Uber app, excited to have a night to relax.
However, you were cut off when a phone call overtook your screen. âAaronâ the contact name read, indicating it was your unit chief, and that he was calling from his personal cellphone. You let ring a few times before picking up, not wanting to seem too eager to talk to your boss.
âHellooo,â you practically sung into the phone, too excited to be worried about embarrassing yourself in front of him. He simply replied with a formal âhello,â followed by your name. âPlease donât tell me youâre ruining my longggg weekend,â You said to him, and he swore he could hear some of jewelry shaking. You couldnât keep your excitement in, shaking your wrists, which made your bracelets make noise.
He chuckled a bit at your reaction to him calling, âNo, no. I was just calling to see if you had left yet.â You smiled against the phone, knowing where this conversation was going. âNope! I was actually ordering my Uber when you called,â you informed him. âSo, you havenât ordered it?â He questioned again, to which you replied with a âuh-uhâ.
You couldnât tell but your excitement about going out with your friends was essentially oozing through the phone, causing Aaron to maintain a bright smile on his face. You werenât aware of how your vibe, your energy, was able to lift a weight off of Aaronâs shoulders that had been there for as long as he could remember.
âI also had to run home before meeting the team. If youâd like, I can pick you up.â Your smile, somehow, grew even bigger. Any excuse to see Aaron was a good one, youâd thought.
However, your face quickly fell when you reminded yourself that you were supposed to be avoiding him. You felt a pang in your heart as you said, âThanks, but I have a few things to finish up here! I appreciate the offer, Hotch.â
With a quick, formal goodbye, the called ended. Aaron tried to ignore the fact that you lied to him as he drove the rest of the way. You had said you were about to call your Uber, and he heard your jewelry, meaning you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit. So why wouldnât you accept his ride?
He tried to ignore the blow to his chest when you called him Hotch. Something about the use of his last name made him feel as if heâd done something wrong. Not that it was unusual for you, or anyone really, to call him that. It was the emphasis youâd put on it. As if you were trying to make it known he was Hotch and not Aaron.
Aaron tried to turn off his profiling ability, but it was proving to be had as all of his thoughts were currently encompassed by you.
The night, and the whole weekend if you were being honest, went by in a blur. You could tell Aaron had noticed the change in your behavior. You were standoffish at the bar, pretty much avoiding any conversation with him. You just hoped by the end of the long weekend it would be forgotten, and youâd be able to continue work as normal.
This dream was quickly demolished as Aaron was summoning you into his office before you had the chance to even put your bag down and unpack your files.
The sound of calling your last name both frightened and intrigued you. You couldnât help but be attracted to the authority in his voice, even if it could mean you were going to be in trouble.
As you stepped into the voice, Aaron didnât even look up. He mumbled a âshut the door, please,â as he finished recording some notes on an opened file in front of him. You stood awkwardly by the door, waiting for some kind instruction or reasoning from him.
âPlease,â he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. You nodded, clumsily making your way to them. âI didnât mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable by calling you in here,â he began.
You werenât sure if you were more scared by being called into his office, to have a conversation that required you to both sit down and shut the door, or the intense eye contact he was maintaining as he introduced whatever discussion you two were about to have.
âI just couldnât help but notice,â he paused for a second, trying to find the right words to say, âa recent change in your behavior.â You hoped he didnât notice the way your eyes went wide, knowing youâd been caught. You didnât have to ask what he was talking about to know youâd been caught, but you did anyway, âWhat do you mean?â You thought you were playing your part well, furrowing your eyebrows to truly emphasis your fake confusion.
âIt feels as though youâve been avoiding me.â Aaron says. His tone isnât angry or even authoritative, but rather, disappointed. Thereâs a slight huff in the way he spoke. He didnât give you a chance to defend yourself before he continued, âWhich is fine if you so choose to do so. I would just like to know if it was because of something I did and if I could fix it. I want the team to function as well as it can, and I feel as though it would not if there was conflict between you and I.â
Aaron had to find a professional spin to throw his statement, knowing the professionalism of this situation was debatable at best. âOh, sir,â you blushed, not really knowing what to say, âI donât believe there is any conflict between us.â Your voice was formal, too formal. It was obvious you were under pressure. âSo, what is it then?â He questioned.
You could feel yourself growing small under his intense stare. You could also feel the wet patch growing between your legs, making you slightly uncomfortable.
âYou, uh, you kind of make nervous.â With your quiet voice and stutter, and the way your thighs squeezed together, it was easy for Aaron to pick up on the reason he made you nervous. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink instantaneously. âOh,â his voice trailed off, followed by your quiet, âyeah.â
There was a few beats of silence before he cleared his throat. âWell, Iâm glad to hear thereâs no issues between us.â You nodded with his words, growing even more nervous. Your mouth was moving before your brain could catch up, âIâm sorry. I donât mean to, itâs just been a minute since Iâve, ya know, and I know youâre boss but I will be completely professional and this will not effect my work in or out of the field.â
While you mean to be assuring your boss that your attraction to him was no detriment to your work, you just admitted that itâs been a minute since youâve had an orgasm. You needed to end this conversation quickly.
âIf thatâs all,â You said as you stood, âI have a few more reports to finish.â Aaron simply nodded, dismissing you back into the bullpen. You made a break for the bathroom, hoping to have a few minutes to collect yourself before facing the race of the team. You felt exposed, knowing you were entering a room of profilers after since a painful experience. You needed some time alone.
After a mini-breakdown, and cleaning up your messed up mascara, you made your way to your desk. Calm and collected. Thatâs all you had to be. Calm and collected.
Serial killers and other criminals had quieted down for the week, in an unlikely turn of events. Youâd only had to travel for one day, quickly solving a kidnapping case and the finding the perpetrator. The week flew by swimmingly. Nothing odd had happened.
Until you opened your door Saturday morning.
You hadnât ordered anything, that much you were sure of. Even if you did, you tended to shop at places with bright packaging that made you feel like you were opening a gift when it was delivered. This unsuspecting, plain box was not here on your accord, yet it had your name and address on it.
The FBI agent side of you flipped into protection mode, racing to grab your phone and dial up the one person you knew that could tell you what to do if there happened to be a bomb inside of the box. Derek Morgan. âPretty girl, why are you facetiming me at 8:27am on a Saturday?â He teased with a smile on his face. No matter what time it was, Derek was ready to listen.
âI got this box and I donât know what it is. I just want someone to be around when I open it.â You informed him, sitting down next to the box. You should probably be standing, just in case you had to make a run for it but you were too worried about getting it open to think that far ahead.
âAlright,â He said, urging you to open it. You nodded to him, setting up the phone so he could you see and the box in the frame. You carefully tore off the tape, and let out a sigh of relief when nothing happened when it moved. You lifted the flaps slowly, taking a loud gasp when you saw it was. You hoped Derek didnât see, and moved quickly to pick up your phone to hang up before he could.
âItâs not a bomb! Iâm good, thanks Derek!â You rushed, hanging up before he could say anything. Your eyes didnât leave the box as you let your arms fall to your sides. Sitting inside of it was a small, pink rose toy. A vibrator. That you definitely didnât order.
You grabbed the box, hoping none of your neighbors saw it. Itâs not that masturbation was wrong or immoral or that you didnât partake, it was just weird if the people around you were aware of your toys.
So, you made sure your door was tightly closed before putting the box on the table and digging through it. There was all the normal things, the vibrator itself, large bubble wrap, and a paper receipt with the name of the product: Intimately GG Rose Suction Simulator from Pink Cherry.
However, there was another piece of paper at the bottom of the box. It was a typed note that read, âI hope this helps us go back to normal. A.Hâ. You knew exactly one person with the initials A.H. so it wasnât rocket science to figure out who had ordered you this sex toy.
You werenât sure if you were more turned on or embarrassed.
Aaron was your boss. Your kind, protective, strong, hot, sexy, boss. But still your boss. You wondered if this is something he wouldâve done for someone like Emily or Penelope if theyâd been in your predicament. It clicked quickly that it definitely wasnât, and that made you special in Aaron Hotchnerâs eyes.
So, you made a mental note to give him a call, after you tried out your toy. Luckily, you had your cleaning solution and an old bottle of lube from your past encounters. You made quick work of getting the toy clean and finding a video to help you get yourself off.
Of course, the man in the video was a white man who was bit older, with broad shoulders and black hair. No coincidence there.
You started with your boobs, taking time to massage each one before pulling on and pinching them to get yourself warmed up. Between the sounds coming from the video and the excitement of finally having time to yourself, your hands didnât take long to move downwards, tracing along the length of your body. One hand continued caressing your side as the other made its way to your core.
The thought of Aaron going out of his way to help you get off and the visual of a man who looked similar to him getting his dick sucked had you borderline dripping on your bedsheets as you used your hand to start toying with your clit. You started with small circles, matching the speed of the girl sucking Aaronâs lookalikeâs dick.
You stayed like this for a while, allowing yourself to go slow, really take your time pleasuring yourself. The guy in the video had already finished on the girlâs tits by the time you reached for your rose toy. You didnât need the visual anymore, perfectly crafting dirty scenarios of your unit chief in your head.
You started on low. There was gentle sucking on your clit as you imagined the way Aaron would kiss. Heâs experienced, you know that for sure. You could imagine the way heâd start gentle, maybe even cupping your face as he pulled you close. Heâd let you feel like you were in charge, before his tongue made its way inside your mouth. His dominant side would take over, using his body to press you against whatever surface you were sat on.
As you fantasized about his dominant side, you cranked up the toy to the next level. You let out a loud moan at the new feeling. Your free hand moved back to your breast, squeezing, while you did your best to imagine Aaronâs large hands doing it instead.
You could feel the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as you imagined Aaron slowly stripping your body, dragging his hand along each and every curve. With a sharp pinch to your nipple and a cry of Aaronâs name, you came undone all over your rose toy.
You could feel your slick dripping down your hand as you worked yourself through your orgasm, making sure to enjoy it for as long as you could. You wished you could savor this feeling. It was the strongest, best orgasm youâd ever had. Nothing could compare to the euphoria you felt right now.
You flicked the toy off and sat it to the side once the feeling became too much. You couldnât bring yourself to move from your position. âFuck,â you breathed out, trying to relax the hard rise and fall of your chest.
Once you were able to relax, you made your way to the shower. You knew you had to call Aaron, but you needed to be much more relaxed than you were right now to have that conversation. The sting from the hot water helped ground you, allowing you to clear your mind. After you cleaned yourself, you cleaned the toy and put everything in your nightstand drawer for future use.
Then, you reached for your cellphone. You quickly found Aaronâs personal number and hit the call button before you could overthink what you were doing. He picked up on the second ring. âHotchner,â he said, probably out of habit. âHello, Aaron,â you smiled. This is the conversation youâd had with him in a while that didnât make you feel nervous. âHello,â he echoed with your name. You didnât know, but he was smirking on the other side of the phone. Heâd been waiting for this call.
âYou sent me a gift?â You asked. âI did. Have you received it?â He wasnât sure what grew more, his smirk or his cock. âI have. Iâve opened it and took it for a test run as well.â The way you two were beating around the bush was a turn on, but the way he sounded so self-assured, as if he knew what you were going to say, had you clenching your thighs together.
âHow did it perform?â Aaron questioned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table in front of him. This tightened the dress pants he was wearing against his hardened cock. âVery well,â You smiled. âIâm happy to hear that. I hope this is the end of all of your weird behavior.â Aaron chuckles. Just the sound of his laugh has you reaching your hand to squeeze the fat of your thighs.
âWhat weird behavior, Aaron?â You questioned, teasingly. This conversation is very different than any youâd had before, and it was turning you. You didnât think it was possible with the strong orgasm youâd maybe an hour ago. But, Aaron was a special individual. He had that effect on you.
âYou were avoiding me,â He scoffed. âI donât know if I was. I think it was self-control,â You smiled, knowing you were baiting him. Without missing a beat, he took the bait, âAnd why did you need to practice self-control?â
Aaron leaned back in his chair, opting to press his hand against his cock instead of using the soft fabric to provide some kind of friction. He needed more, that much he knew.
âBecause I was trying not to jump your bones, Aaron.â You breathed out. Your words had him squeezing his bulge, feeling like he could bust just from knowing you were attracted to him. âFuck,â Aaron groaned into the phone. You giggled at his reaction, moving to press your hand against your core, again.
âTell me about your toy,â He demanded, finally using the authoritarian tone that helped you get into this situation in the first time. âSo you can touch yourself while I do?â You questioned, assuming he was in the same position as you. âIs that okay?â He questioned. âOf course it is, Aaron.â You promised, and used your permission as an excuse to unbutton his pants, and shove his hand under the waistband of his boxers.
As you started talking, he spread the precum, thatâs been oozing from his pretty pink tip since he saw your contact name, along the length of his dick. âIt was so good, Aaron. That was the best orgasm Iâve ever had.â
âYeah?â Aaron encouraged you to keep going as he started stroking his cock. âYeah,â You whined out, âI wish you couldâve seen me. My legs were shaking and I was leaking so much.â You smirked as you heard him groan in to the phone. His strokes had quickened in length. All he could picture was you spread out on his bed, cumming around his cock.
âWhat did you think about while you came?â You were surprised he was able to get the question out, especially because he only stuttered once. You wished you could see the way he squeezed his eyes together as he tugged on his cock. âYou, obviously. I was thinking about your lips and your hands. I finished before I could get to the good part. I wanted to picture you fucking me from behind, pressing my face into the mattress.â
You were going to continue describing your fantasy to him, but he cut you off with a âFuck!â as he came down his hands.
The line was silent for a few minutes before you spoke, âHey, Aaron?â He hummed out a âyeah?â, before you asked, âDo you want to come over?â
âGive me ten minutes,â He promised, âand have the toy out.â
Well, you couldnât refuse that.
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Gaia Thomas G0fundme Scam Update - 3/05/2024 (March 5th, 2024) !
As of 8 hours previously of the creation of this post on March 5th, 2024, Gaia Thomas posted updates on three of the G0fundmes that she had organized, announcing her bank had caught a scam, which is (supposedly) , why she had halted donations on various g0fundmes, and withdrawn thousands and thousands of dollars from the g0fundmes in question:
Dear donors, I was the victim of an online scam. My credit union caught the scam. In the interests of donor safety, I blocked donations at that time. The evidence is in the hands of the Alameda Police Department. Please be aware that this could happen to you. All funds have been repaid in the form of donations to the original fundraiser as requested by the GoFundMe team. I have asked G0FundMe to return the funds to the hands of the original donors. Sincerely, Gaia Thomas
Attatched to the 3/5/2024 update was the following screenshot:
[ID begins: A screenshot from an email, from G0FundMe Trust and Safety team that reads: Hello Helen, Thank you for letting us know. We want to make this process as easy as possible, due to the circumstance, so we can refund donors and close the fundraisers. Can you let me know when you will be able to return the withdrawn amounts? Before we issue refunds, we can help you post an update to donors so they are aware of why they are being refunded. You can donate the withdrawn amounts so we can refund all donors for all three fundraisers: Donate $17,978 to return to the withdrawn amount to this fundraiser using this link [ https://www.gofundme.com/f/hope-in-the-crisis-aid-for-mai-and-her-family/donate ] Donate $5,108 to return the withdrawn amount to this fundraiser using this link [ https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-the-life-of-kareem/donate ] Donate $96.50 to return the withdrawn amount to this fundraiser using this link: [ https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-a-family-rebuild-fundraiser-for-noor-eleyan/donate ] Please let me know once those funds have been returned so we can begin refunding donors I'll keep an eye out for your reply Mateo Gofundme trust & safety team End ID]
So, from the screenshot of an email she provided, it looks like the fundraisers for Maia, Kareem, and Noor are going to be closed, and all donations are going to be refunded to the original donors??
Gaia Thomas was also forced to return the amounts she had withdrawn from each fundraiser:
[ID: Three images, each showing the Gofundme fundraisers for Mai, Kareem, and Noor, in that order. Mai's fundraiser is at $38,301 out of the $35,000 goal, with Gaia Thompson having donated back $17,968 seven hours ago. Kareem's fundraiser is at $10,848 out of the $15,000 goal, with Gaia Thomas having donated back $5,108 seven hours ago. Noor's fundraiser is at $197 out of the $25,000 goal, with Gaia Thomas having donated back $97 eight hours ago. End ID]
so It looks like the publish backlash has at least worked a little bit, Gaia Thomas is not getting away with thousands of dollars in fraud, BUT, Mai, Kareem, and Noor's fundraisers are all being shutdown by Gofundme, assumedly because Gaia claimed she'd been ~scammed~ as her excuse for withdrawing thousands of dollars in donations.
Is *anyone* in any kind of direct contact with Mai, Kareem, or Noor, so someone who is actually trustworthy can set up new fundraisers so we can immediately get the word out, once the g0fundmes close and people start getting their refunds??
Until we know more, here's the direct links to the existing fundraisers organized by Gaia, so we can keep track of what her 'explanation' of a 'scam' is.
Remember, do not donate to these links until we know more, the fundraisers might be closed completely with full refunds, or she might try something else to keep the funds to herself:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/hope-in-the-crisis-aid-for-mai-and-her-family
https://www.gofundme.com/f/save-the-life-of-kareem
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-a-family-rebuild-fundraiser-for-noor-eleyan
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Everybody knows that I'm a good girl, Officer - Jim Hopper
summary: Eddie and gf!reader get busted by Hopper. Hopper "drives" reader home... warnings: age gap, cheating, smut, perv hopper wc: 2.1k+
The image of Eddie Munson with a blunt between his fingers had become an almost regular occurrence for Hopper, their usual game of cat and mouse, however the chief of police hadn't been expecting this sight when he flashed his light through the window of Munson's old van. Perched on Eddie's lap in the driver's seat, skirt ridden up high enough to show your bare ass underneath, lips tangled in a messy kiss with Eddie's hand disappearing under your skirt, his other holding the flaming joint. Hopper's perfect little neighbour who lived with her parents in the house just across from his. Smiling politely with the sweetest "Good morning Chief Hopper!" every goddamn morning as you left the house for university.
Eddie's lips quickly separated from yours when the beam of light from Hopper's flashlight entered his field of vision, the smile leaving his features when he saw the older man looking right at him. The moment your lips detached from your boyfriend's, you threw your head back, mouth opening in a loud moan as he curled his fingers inside you just right. You didn't realise that you'd been loud enough to alert the Hawking chief of police about the activities taking place in the driver's seat.
"Fuck! Shit!" Your head snapped back towards Eddie when his fingers quickly slipped out of your wet entrance, gaze fixed on the older man on the other side of the window. You didn't have time to question Eddie before he was putting out the joint and shoving it in the compartment on his door. You scanned your surroundings, mouth falling agape at the sight of the police officer, embarrassingly tugging your denim skirt down the swell of your ass, and closing your spread legs as best you could in the position you were in. Two knocks on the car window had Eddie rolling down the window with a nervous smile, saying "Hey Hop!" The officer didn't play along, eyebrows furrowing as he barked out the order "Get out of the car."
Gulping nervously, you let Eddie open the door, quickly scrambling off him, high heels wobbling on the crunchy autumn leaves, your boyfriend immediately following. You stared with wide eyes as Hopper's eyes examined the scene. His nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of weed, hand diving into the side compartment without hesitation to pull out the joint. "You carrying any more on you Munson?" Eddie shook his head hurriedly from next to you and you winced at the obvious lie. When Hopper's eyes landed on you, you knew your face had said too much. His intimidating stare had you instantly looking down at your feet, avoiding eye-contact. "Your girlfriend's face says otherwise, arms out for me."
"Fuck." Eddie whispered from next to you, obeying Hopper's order to let the man pat him down. "What's in this pocket?" The policeman interrogated, pulling out the sachet of weed and rolling paper from Eddie's pocket. "Please don't arrest me Hop, you know me man!" Eddie begged, throwing his hands up in surrender. Hopper huffed, hand coming up to rub his forehead in thought. "This is your last warning Munson. I catch you one more time and I'll be cuffing you, okay?" Eddie nodded eagerly, feet glued in place. "This is the only time I'm letting you off. Now get in the car and drive off." Eddie grinned widely and you bit back a smile, beginning to walk around to the passenger's side.
"You stay right here y/n, I'm driving you home." Your face dropped completely, spinning around on your heels to face the chief as Eddie stopped in his tracks. "I know your parents pretty well. You think they'll be happy with this?" It was now your turn to shake your head, putting on your best doe eyes for him as you begged "No, you can't tell them, please Chief!" "They know about your good for nothing boyfriend?" Shaking your head once more, you frowned at the man's scoff. "Get going kid." He said once more, turning his attention back to your boyfriend. Eddie hesitated, looking back and forth between Hopper and your smaller figure, glancing at the man in worry before scurrying into his van, starting the engine, and sparing you one last glimpse before driving away.
When the sound of Eddie's van was out of earshot, you took two steps towards Hopper, clasping your two hands around his forearm. "Please Hopper, don't tell my parents!" He hummed, gazing intensely down at you. "You know, I'm surprised. I always thought you were a good girl." Unconsciously, your thighs squeezed tightly at the familiar words, and you suddenly remembered what you'd been doing before Hopper interrupted you. Fuck, you wish you'd gotten off before he did. If you focused hard enough, you could probably still feel Eddie's thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
When you looked back up at Hopper, it was clear that he had caught the movement, eyebrows raising in mock surprise. You gulped, seeing the look in Hopper's eyes change, and bit your lip to stop yourself from grinning as you formed a plan in your head. Your fingers moved against his forearm, caressing him softly, and you made show to squeeze your thighs once more, putting on the most desperate tone in your voice when you said "Please, I can't go home to my parents like this. What if... What if they hear me?"
Hopper's eyes shot wide open, imagining you in your bedroom after bringing you home, not bothering to take off your skirt before hiding under the covers and sliding your fingers down your body, finishing what your boyfriend had started. He can picture your flexible back arching, eyes shutting as you bite your lip trying to hide your moans, his name accidentally slipping out of your mouth instead of your boyfriend's when you finally finish all over your fingers. And suddenly, Hopper can feel his trousers beginning to tighten, but he cannot let you know you've won him over so quickly. You need to think he's the one in charge.
"Bad girls deserve to be humiliated, whether that be in front of their parents of not. Whose fault is it you snuck out here to have sex with a boy who couldn't make you finish fast enough?" Hopper knew he was crossing a line, knew that if he'd shown up probably a minute late he'd have found you with your orgasm covering Eddie's long fingers. But he hadn't, and he planned on using that to his advantage. You felt your face heating up in degradation at his comment, licking your lips as one of your hands moved to trail up the Chief's chest. "But here I am now with a man who could make me finish. Or, I'm assuming he could." When Hopper didn't answer you, you decided to push just a little further, adding "Could you, Mr. Hopper?"
Your heart was beating adamantly fast at Hopper's silence. He lowered his head closer to yours with a scowl on his face, whispering "That's Chief Hopper to you." His hands tightly gripped your hips, walking forward until your back hit the cold steel of his car. "Now get naked." He spat. You felt the blood drain from your face. Yes, you were getting what you wanted, but you'd expected the chief of Hawkins to have the decency of taking you in the back of his fancy police car, not in the open forest. You gulped as you pulled your skirt down your legs, kicking it off your ankles. Eddie would probably find your panties in his van at some point, you assumed. Pulling the cozy jumper above your head, you shivered at the cool breeze, undoing your bra as your nipples hardened from the cold.
Hands began roaming your body, landing on your hips to quickly spin you around, and pushing you forward so you bent over the hood of the shiny police car. Hopper's hands trailed upwards, sneaking around your torso to find your tits, groping them and tugging harshly at your sensitive nipples. You moaned softly, legs spreading on instinct before a calloused hand was spanking the soft flesh of your ass. Crying out in surprise, you looked over your shoulder to look at Hopper's face, watching at he observed your head-to-toe reactions. "Please Chief" You whimpered, pushing your ass back into his hips, glancing as his eyes shut, thrusting his hips into you as a response. "Want you cock. Please." You begged again, hand roaming behind you to hook onto his belt hoops, pulling him closer to you.
"How fucking needy. This is what happens when you get with someone your own age. Doesn't fucking satisfy you enough, so you end up a slut, begging to be fucked by the Chief of Police." His words were enough to make you moan, but not enough to make you forget about being completely naked in the woods. You sighed impatiently, finally turning back around to face Hopper and throwing yourself onto him, arms wrapping over his shoulders to pull him into your, slamming your lips against his in a desperate kiss. Hopper gasped, arms immediately wrapping around your waist in return, pulling your body impossibly closer to his as he forced his tongue in your mouth, pushing your body back against his car.
Using the support of the car behind you, you hooked a leg over his hip, pushing your hips out to grind against Hopper's boner desperately. "Fuck." He whispered between kisses, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, pressing his tongue against yours. Both his hands moved down to your thighs, pushing his body against yours as he lifted you up without warning, prompting you to wrap your legs against his torso, giving you perfect friction against the tent in his trousers. The rough fabric of his pants had you whining into the kiss, rutting your hips harder against him as you began craving your orgasm.
Pulling away from the kiss, Hopper put a hand on your bare hip, pushing your pelvis away from his as he cursed loudly. "Calm down, let me - fuck." He pressed you harder against the car, balancing you with one arm as his other hand made work to free his dick from his trousers. Eagerly, you helped, taking over and pushing his boxers down to take his heavy cock in your hands. "Fuck, put it in, put it in." You mumbled, allowing Hopper to lift you up higher as you manoeuvred his cock between your folds and into your tight hole. "Oh my god!" You cried, arms wrapping around Hopper's shoulder's once more as he began bouncing you up and down his cock, humping upwards into you to meet your movements.
Digging you face into the crook of the older man's neck, you began leaving kisses there, switching between sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin to distract you from coming too early. Indeed, Eddie had nearly driven you to your orgasm, but Hopper's giant cock was bringing you there much quicker. You clit rubbed against the pubic hair near Hopper's balls, adding just the little bit of friction you needed. Failing to hold back any longer, you bucked your hips forward, grinding down on Hopper's cock as your legs tightened around his torso, screaming out a moan as your orgasm over took you, body shaking in Hopper's arms.
Cunt clamping down on Hopper's cock, you heard him beginning to curse, thrusts becoming more rapid and inconsistent as he lost his rhythm, his cock burying itself so deep inside you, you could practically feel him grazing your cervix. With a loud grunt, Hopper's movements completely stilled, emptying his thick load inside you. You breathed heavily, running a hand through Hopper's hair, pressing soft kisses on his cheek and jaw before the man pulled away from you, one hand reaching up to squeeze your face, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. "Shit." Hopper mumbled as he pulled out of you. You cringed, feeling your thighs get sticky as his cum dripped out of your entrance, legs untangling to stand up properly.
You waited as Hopper gathered your clothes, helping you put your jumper on before diving into his car in search of tissues to wipe his mess off you. He pulled your skirt up your hips, patting your butt a couple of times when he finally turned opened the passenger's door for you. Hopping into the driver's seat, he turned on the engine, beginning the drive home. "Um, Hopper, this isn't the way to my house." You peered at the man, whose hand was searching in his pocket for his wallet before finally tossing it at you.
"I'm driving you to a pharmacy. How much does plan B cost?"
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your friend isn't always a genius
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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader
summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.
warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid
it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.
you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.
you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.
sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.
the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.
' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.
' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.
because it does.
'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.
'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.
moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.
'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.
confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.
editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.
which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.
you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.
feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.
getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.
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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.
that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.
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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.
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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.
you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.
'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.
let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.
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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.
aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.
saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.
'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.
moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.
he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.
he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.
'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.
confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.
'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.
shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.
your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.
before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.
that was, until he went into your shared closet.
your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.
'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.
letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.
'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.
expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.
you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.
dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.
you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.
adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.
your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.
breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.
he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'
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a/nâ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two đș not proof read, so mb for any mistakesđ»đœ - daisy
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Śâ°â†the pumpkin reaper
part 1: first day of investigation
part 2 here!
in which you and the BAU are handling the case of a murderer in a small, sleepy town
tw: decapitation, description of a crime scene etc, mention of a suicide attempt, mental illness
contents: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader, solving a criminal mystery, angst, slow burn
words: 4k
âAnd how's school?â
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
âIt could be worse,â said Jeremy after a moment, in an indifferent tone. You sighed, wondering if, as a teenager, you also answered everything, even more serious, open questions with vague remarks, driving the person asking how you were doing to frustration.
Answering that question, no, you didnât do that. When you were a teenager, you didnât have anyone who cared about you. Precisely for this reason that you practically tormented your brother with phone conversations, feeling immense guilt for leaving him with your parents. The same parents with whom you ultimately decided to cut off contact. You had never faced a more difficult decision â cutting them off or continuing a relationship that tragically affected your mental health? After each interaction with them, you felt weak, defenseless, insignificant, and above all, exhausted. It wasnât even about your motherâs illness. They were just terrible people.
Your sixteen-year-old brother didnât have that option. He had to deal with them until he turned eighteen and moved out. You regularly made sure he was okay. However, lately, you had the impression that his voice was becoming more and more devoid of emotion. Depressed. And you couldnât do anything about it.
Prentiss appeared right in front of you. She noticed you were on the phone, so to avoid interrupting you, she tried to convey something silently. With her thumb, she pointed toward the main deck of the jet. From the movements of her lips, you were able to read, âHotch is calling everyone.â
âDonât think Iâm going to let this topic go,â you said again to your brother. You could imagine him rolling his green eyes. âI have to get back to work; Iâll call as soon as I have time. Donât get into trouble and take care. I love you.â
âI love you too.â
You ended the call and noticed a smile on the brunetteâs face. Together, you joined the rest of the team.
âI heard part of your conversation,â she confessed. âDonât tell me you have a kid that youâre hiding from us?â
âWhoâs hiding what from whom?â Morgan chimed in as he walked in, holding two huge cups of coffee. He handed one of them to Reid.
Prentiss nodded in your direction.
âDid you know that y/n has a kid?â
You nudged her.
âI donât have any kids. I was just talking to my brother,â you explained briefly. You didnât like discussing your family, even with friends. In fact, you were often accused of being too secretive.
âI didnât even know you had a brother,â Reid added, frowning.Â
He, along with the rest of them, looked at you with mild surprise. You muttered something under your breath, shrugging. You felt a bit embarrassed that your family was the center of the discussion. You were saved from the awkwardness by your own boss.
âCan we start?â
JJ handed out the case files. As soon as you opened yours, you were met with an exceptionally graphic scene.
â The bodies were discovered by someone from the forestry service, but according to the local police, anyone could have found them. It wasnât hidden very carefully, as if someone didnât care about it being discovered. A man and a woman, both decapitated. Before you ask, the heads were found in the same place as the rest of the bodies. Except for that, no serious injuries, just a few minor bruises and scratches. As if they were trying to defend themselves while they still could. â
No one spoke; the only sound was the turning of pages as the whole team focused intently on analyzing the photos. Your brows lowered in concentration, your entire face tense. Maybe you looked at things like this every day, but that didnât mean it had become pleasant or that it didnât disgust you. Sitting across from you, Reid was the first to speak.
âWhat do we know about the victims?â
At that same moment, as JJ spoke up again, you flipped the page and were met with two photos that looked like theyâd been pulled from a social media account. Both people were alive, happy. The man was crouching next to a young boy who seemed to be pulling away, unwilling to be in the picture with his father. In the background, there was a garden, a tall white fence typical of American suburbs, and a slide. You barely stopped yourself from glancing at Hotch â he had a son around the same age, and this case might hit him particularly hard. The woman in the photo wore square glasses, with a cheerful, friendly gaze peeking out from beneath them. Round cheeks, a wide smile.
"Andrew Ward, 37 years old. He was one of the city councilors. He had a wife and one son, and heâd lived in this town his entire life. Then there's Jessica Larsen, the deputy mayorâshe and her husband were both heavily involved in public life."
âA city councilor and the deputy mayor?â Prentiss repeated, thoughtfully resting her elbow on the arm of her seat. âDoes anyone else feel like this could be some kind of score-settling? Revenge? Maybe from someone who was wronged by the city council over⊠I donât knowâŠâ
"Higher bills," you said absentmindedly, blurting out the first thought that came to mind, immediately wincing at your own foolishness. You were still distracted by the conversation with Jeremy. You pinched your arm, trying to force yourself to focus on the case.
"Raising bills doesnât typically drive people to murder," Reid corrected, pausing to glance at the files again. You never felt embarrassed when he pointed out your mistakesâhe had a way of doing it so skillfully and politely. "Prentiss is on the right track; it could be revenge. Our UNSUB might hate authority due to some personal experience, maybe sees themselves as an anarchist, though it's hard to lean in that direction with so little information. Garcia, have you checked if the victims were connected in any way?"
The blonde woman on the laptop screen nodded.
"Iâve checked everything I could find about them, but unfortunately, I couldnât uncover a single connection that might move the case forward."
Hotch raised a hand, stopping you from further speculation.
"Thatâs not all," he began, looking at each of you in turn. "Right after those two bodies were found, three more were discovered."
Morgan raised his eyebrows high.
"Five bodies? No wonder they called us in."
"And hereâs where our biggest problem arises," your boss continued âLook at the photos. These three bodies were also decapitated but except for that, treated in a completely different wayâ
You turned the page again, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Other victims were killed with much more brutality, all covers in cuts and bruises. It was even hard to define their gender, but when you looked at the description you knew that this time, they were all women."Were two different people responsible for this?" Prentiss asked.
âTwo murders cutting their victims' heads in such a small city?â spoke up Rossi, skeptically.Â
"I donât think itâs two different killers," you said hesitated, unable to look away from the photos. As you studied them, you absorbed every detail, trying to imagine the murderer inflicting these injuries. If anyone could have peered into your mind at that moment, they might have gotten serious PTSD. âJustâŠtake a look at the wounds. Thereâs much more on these women and are visibly more brutal. But they look like they were inflicted by the same hand, the same person. The placement is often consistent," you noted. "How much time passed between the murders?"
âWe havenât gotten this information yet" said Hotch. "But based on my experience, I can say weâre looking at a matter of weeks."
You noticed that Reid was watching you closely. It seemed he was doing it unconsciously. When you sent him a questioning glance, he slightly blushed and immediately cleared his throat.
âIâm curious about what y/n said,â he admitted. It was clear to see the many calculations and analyses happening in his mind. This was evident in the increasing pace of his speech. âIt really does look like the same person, but in different circumstances, perhaps influenced by different emotions. Maybe even with different motives. I realize the possibility of that is close to zero, but what if weâre dealing with a murderer with multiple personality disorder?â
A silence fell as everyone contemplated Reid's words. You made eye contact with him again â your tracks of thought began to overlap, your conclusions intertwining. Looking at his face, you felt, in a way, smarter and understood; it became easier to connect the fragments of ideas that had surfaced in your mind.
You shook your head.
 "No... I'm not sure. I understand what you're saying, but it seems to me that this isn't entirely true in our case. Your theory would suggest that two different personalities of our UNSUB committed these crimes, but in such cases, the crimes usually contrast more with each other. It's much harder to connect them, and here... I immediately noticed that this was the work of the same person."
Reid leaned in with interest over the table. Everyone seemed to look at you encouragingly, waiting for you to continue your theory. Yet you only took on a resigned, apologetic posture â nothing else came to mind. Any potential ideas felt too chaotic; some instincts accompanied you, but it was nothing you wanted to share out loud. You felt that they wouldn't help at all.
"We'll definitely know more after seeing the crime scene," Hotch stated, closing his files. With that, he ended the official discussion, giving you time to review the photos alone and think everything over one more time.
Thatâs exactly what you focused on for the rest of the meeting. You sat with one leg crossed over the other, a closed folder resting on your lap. You didnât need to look at the photos anymore; you just needed to close your eyes and listen to your intuition. It definitely had something to say about this case. You just werenât sure whatâŠ
Just before arriving at the scene, Hotch asked to speak with you privately. You couldn't hide it; you felt a bit anxious.
Maybe it was about your recent distraction. Of course, it was about your worry for your brother, but that shouldnât have been an excuse; nothing should be distracting you. Or maybe he wanted to discuss something completely different, and you had just imagined this whole scenario in your mind. Knowing you and your tendency to overthink, both options seemed equally likely.
 "As I mentioned, y/n, I need to talk to you about something. Itâs regarding your accommodation."
First, you breathed a sigh of relief that it wasnât anything more serious. Then, your eyebrows raised in surprise. Accommodation?
"There have been some issues with the hotel weâre planning to stay at," Hotch continued. "We couldnât secure separate rooms for each of you. Youâve been assigned to share a room with Reid. If thatâs a problem for you, we can always look for another place, but that would mean you'd be away from the rest of the team..."
âNo, itâs not a problem,â you assured him, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. You were relieved that the conversation didnât involve any serious issues, just a trivial problem with the room. Besides, why would it bother you to share a room with Spencer? It was only for a few nights. "I was afraid you wanted to talk to me about something else," you blurted out.
âAbout what?â he asked suspiciously.Â
âOh, nothing,â you replied quickly and somewhat squeakily.
Hotch smiled slightly at your reaction, but his gaze seemed to analyze you closely.
 Oh you idiot, why couldnât you just shut up? you thought to yourself as you walked away.
*
The weather decided to play a trick on you.
 As you were driving to the crime scene, the waterfall was sliding down the windshield, almost making it impossible to see anything. In any case, there wasn't much to look at. After passing the main part of the town, you were surrounded only by forest â trees shimmering in shades of orange.
The view didnât impress you much. You definitely preferred warm, sunny weather and lounging in the sun, rather than freezing every day after stepping outside and dealing with frizzy hair from the humidity. You liked the town better. It felt small and cozy, as if it were taken straight out of Gilmore Girls.
Prentiss was behind the wheel, and you were sitting next to her in the passenger seat, while JJ was your navigator. The boys took a different car.
âSo,â Emily began, turning left at the intersection with her eyes fixed on the road. âYou care a lot about your brother, donât you?â
âYeah,â you confirmed, sinking deeper into your seat. Why did she have to bring this up again? It wasn't that you didn't trust them; you just didnât like talking about your family. It wasn't even about being ashamed â why dwell on unpleasant topics? Besides, as was well known, you were private. You had to be incredibly close to someone to open up, and even then, you didnât lay all your cards on the table.
Together with JJ, they looked at you kindly and encouragingly. You acted like you were fascinated by what was behind the glass. Soon, you arrived at the crime scene.Â
That means, before you reached your destination, you had to walk quite a distance into the forest. Since it was late October, the days had grown particularly short, and you could already see the first streaks of darkness between the enormous trees that seemed to watch you with their ancient gaze.
If you hadn't had the girls with you, you would have felt a thrill on your spine.Â
The location where the bodies were found had been secured very thoroughly. Local police cars gathered there, and soon the rest of your team arrived. You glanced at your muddy shoes and made a mental note to start dressing more appropriately for the weather from tomorrow on.
The rain intensified. Emily pulled her hood tighter around her head.Â
âWorking in these conditions...'"
Her sentence was interrupted by the appearance of an incredibly tall man, somewhat resembling a bear. Long hair protruded from under his sheriff's hat, and he seemed to be about the same age as Hotch, with whom he immediately shook hands.Â
âAgent Hotchner, we're from the FBI.'"
"Sheriff Russellâ he introduced himself, pressing his hand to his forehead with concern. 'I've never seen anything like this, and I've seen a lot. I can't believe anyone from this town could do something like this; I know these people and...'"
âCan we see the bodies?" you asked. It was getting dark, and you wanted to get as good a look as possible. There was something intriguing about this case that had unsettled you since the moment you first opened the file.
Without waiting for an answer, you and Emily moved toward the secured area. Despite the circumstances, the corner of her mouth twitched.
"God, I hate this chatter," she sighed in annoyance. "I know these people; theyâd never do something like this," she mimicked the sheriffâs deep voice. "Neighbors of serial killers always say that. Someone can be polite in conversation and keep five bodies in their basement â itâs not mutually exclusive."
You stifled a laugh.Â
"Donât forget the how could he have done it? He always said good morning in the hallway!"
âOr about kids. Sure, he was killing small animals since he was four and had a knife collection, but deep down, he was polite! I can't believe he shot up half the schoolâŠâ
Hotch appeared right next to you, so you cut her off with a firm elbow jab. You accidentally hit her in the ribs, causing her to let out a groan. This only intensified your incredibly inappropriate amusement. Your boss was standing so close, so you covered your mouth under the guise of a cough.Â
In the next thirty minutes, the laughter faded away.
You began by examining the bodies of the first victims, in chronological order. These were the three brutally murdered women. The whole scene seemed to be waiting for your arrival. Not a single detail had been altered, making it easier for you to connect emotionally with the situation. Most of the profilers you knew were meticulous about keeping their feelings detached from their work. It was the only way to endure this job for more than a year without committing suicide. You applied that strategy yourself, but not entirely.
When investigating a case, you tried to imagine yourself in both the shoes of the perpetrator and the victims. Often, you would close your eyes, attempting to visualize and feel it all in vivid detail. To step away from pure theory and let intuition take over.
It was likely the reason that, for the past year since you started this work, you hadnât imagined a day without at least one tranquilizer and a sleeping pill.
After thoroughly examining the first crime scene, you drove to inspect the next one. This time, the victims were two people connected to the city council. The previous victims had been a teacher, a former resident of the orphanage, and a social worker. When you learned this, a heavy feeling settled at the back of your mind. You were certain there was a connection between these victims.
"Letâs consider what drives the unsub to remove the victimâs head" Rossi suggested.
Before you could even define the meaning of the question, Reid rushed to answer.
"Decapitation is one of the most symbolic acts of violence. The head represents thought, intellect, and control. By removing it, the killer may be expressing a need to destroy those aspects. It could also be a form of humiliation, a metaphorical stripping of their power and authority," he explained in a slightly robotic tone, as if reciting from a Wikipedia entry.
You smiled subtly at the thought. He noticed and gave you a questioning look, which you chose to ignore.
âThat would fit for the two later victims," Morgan said, resting his hands thoughtfully on his hips. "They were on the city council â the unsub might have felt he was stripping them of authority and power. But how does that apply to the others? A social worker, a teacher, and an orphanage employee?"
You fixed your gaze on your dirty shoes, Derekâs question echoing in your mind.
 What was it all about?
*
Youâd forgotten your sleeping pills.
Once more, you searched your toiletries bag, where you usually kept them. Not a trace.
You pressed your lips tightly together, angry with yourself. Your sleep problems werenât that serious â were caused mainly by overthinking and constant worry. You didnât have the motivation to take care of yourself in that regard. It was much easier to rely on the medication, and as long as it worked. Sometimes you forgot that you were even struggling with it at all.
âIs something wrong?â Reid asked, stepping out of the bathroom. Following Hotchâs words, you were sharing a room with him. âYou seem upset.â
You shook your head dismissively.
âI just forgot something.â
Only then did you look at him. He was wearing plaid pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. You realized it was the first time youâd seen him in such casual, everyday clothing. He usually wore shirts, blazers, and vests â somewhat grandpa-like, but you thought it suited him well.
You realized you had been staring at each other in silence for quite some time. To break the awkwardness, you cleared your throat and decided to return to one of the exhausting topics.
âThereâs something strange about this case. You know, Iâve thought a lot about your theory regarding personality disorder, but something doesnât sit right with me. Aside from the fact that itâs very, very rare, itâs just⊠my intuition doesnât agree with it. I hope I donât sound like a shaman.Â
Spencer bursted out and sat on the edge of his bed. In your room, only the standing lamp illuminated the space, casting a dim orange light around. Despite that, you could see the thoughtful expression on his face.
âWe once dealt with a case where the unsub was struggling with that very disorder. He was abused as a child and developed a separate personality, Amanda, who harmed men similar to his abuser,â he shared in a quiet, less confident tone than the one he used on the jet. He must have been tired after a long day at work, and like you, frustrated that you hadnât found anything.
Above all, the circumstances were different. Your conversation had shifted to a more personal level, concerning two friends rather than coworkers.Â
âDo you see any similarities between these two cases?â you asked, intrigued since you had never dealt with a similar case yourself.
âNot exactly,â he shook his head. âAt one time, I read a lot about that disorder. There was another instance where we had an unsub whoâŠâ he trailed off, a visibly tense expression crossing his face.
âItâs okay,â you quickly reassured him. You didnât know what was bothering him, but it was clear he regretted bringing it up at all. You had never been one to push for more; you often felt uncomfortable with certain topics, and you were incredibly grateful when someone recognized your withdrawal and changed the subject. âYou donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â
âThanksâ he whispered. But I think thereâs something to your intuition. This whole case is exceptionally peculiar.â
ââWell, you can call me a shaman now. By the way, are you planning to go to bed already?â
âAnd you?â he replied with a question of his own. âActually, Iâd prefer to read for a while, but I donât want to disturb your sleepâŠâ
Your broad smile clearly surprised him.
âI was hoping youâd say that. I wanted to spend some time with a book tooâ
In fact, it didnât stem from your desires at all. You loved reading, but your brain was usually too tired for it in the evenings. However, you were aware that falling asleep would take you an unusually long time, and you preferred to make use of that time rather than stare at the ceiling.
You pulled out the only novel you had brought, Kafka on the Shore. You were about halfway through. Then you remembered you had meant to call your brother, but when you glanced at the clock, you realized that due to the time zone difference, it was already late at night for him. You sighed with a pang of guilt. You promised yourself you would do it tomorrow.
âGoodnight, Spencer,â you said when you both agreed it was finally time to go to sleep.
âGoodnight, shamanâ he responded.Â
You smiled in your pillow.Â
part 2?
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Somewhere safe
Pairing: Bonten!Rindou x Pregnant!reader
Warning: blood, mentions of pregnancy, cursing.
Summary: they needed a place to stay and just happens that Rindou knows someone who could help them.
Note: English isnât my first language so be nice. I liked a lot how this turned out so maybe I could keep writing about Rindouâs little family. Anyways, I hope u like it and thanks for reading <3
âWe need to go somewhere safeâ said sanzu. âMikey needs to restâ
They had been running from the police for a while now. Mike had recent stitches on his abdomen and they had been carrying him for about an hour or so. The 4 men were exhausted and they all knew Mikey couldnât make it any longer by himself. They needed to rest.
âWhat the fuck are we supposed to do now?â Sanzu spoke again. Recharging his gun, almost preparing himself to fight a lost battle.
They could hear the police cars around them, while they were currently hidden in a dark alley, all of them panting and tired.
Ran looked at Rindou with question in his eyes. They were thinking the same thing. They needed a safe place to rest and wait for the police to go away. They were in Roppongi and just happened that someone close to the brothers lived close by.
Rindou was hesitant. Making eye contact with his brother who could almost read his mind. He couldnât believe he was even considering going to the only person who never wanted to get involved in this.
âFuck⊠fineâ he said while putting his gun in his belt. âFollow me.â
Ran already knew the way but he left his brother walk alone for now. He wasnât happy about this either.
âWhere the fuck are we going?â Asked sanzu, who was in the back, holding onto an almost passed out Mikey. No one responded to him, instead they just kept walking in between apartments and houses.
It was a nice neighborhood. Without counting the fact that they were covered in blood and all disheveled, it could almost look like they were taking a walk tonight. It was dark though, the street light almost didnât work and besides the sounds of sirens, it was completely quiet. They could only hear their footsteps.
They arrived to a nice house with a nice garden and a nice car parked outside. The 4 men stood at the front porch and Rindou looked at his brother, Ran only nodded once, trying to make him feel more confident.
Sanzu was the only one who didnât know what was happening, since Mikey was too out of it to even notice.
âHurry up and open, who the hell lives here anyway?â Said the pink-haired man, clearly frustrated to not know.
âShut the fuck up and behave.â Responded Ran.
Rindou ringed the bell once, while trying to look decent by fixing his hair a little.
A moment passed before the front light turned on and they could hear someone managing to open the door.
-
It was 2:30 a.m. so you were obviously sleeping before someone knocked at your door. You opened the door, and everyone stared at you. You were wearing shorts and a white t shirt, your hair looked a little crazy since you had just gotten out of bed.
Rindou and Ran had seen you like this before. But sanzu couldnât help but stare. He had never seen you before in his life. You were beautiful, your hair in a messy bun and strands of it adorning your face, your pretty freckles and your rosy lips. You were just perfect. But what surprised him the most was when he looked down at your belly. You were pregnant. But who the hell were you?
âWhat the actual fu-â he started, but you interrupted him.
âYouâre bleedingâ was the only thing you said, walking towards Rindou and examining his arm.
They were all so surprised and nervous to see you that they almost forgot why they were there.
âItâs not mine. Iâm fine, okay?â He said looking for your eyes, putting his hand on your cheek.
âHey princessâ said Ran. You smiled at him, and couldnât help but look at Sanzu and the man he was holding. He looked bad. âWe might need your help.â
âIâll explain everythingâ said Rindou.
You nodded and entered the house with everyone following you.
âMake yourselves at home, and Iâm sorry for the mess. I fell asleep while baby proofing the house.â You said, while taking the tools away, so they all could sit and relax.
Sanzu layed Mikey down on the couch and made sure he was still okay. His stitches were miraculously still okay and he was still breathing. But he couldnât help but stare at you. There was certain tension in the room.
âOi, shithead, stop staring or Iâll take your eyes outâ suddenly said Rindou, walking towards you, placing a hand on your lower back and the other on your belly.
Ran laughed and you only smiled, handing out a hand for Sanzu to shake.
âY/n L/n. Nice to meet you.â You said.
Sanzu was so surprised that he couldnât help but shake your hand too.
âSanzu Haruchiyo.â Was all he said.
âNow that we all know each other, would you all like some tea?â Ran accepted your offer and you went to the kitchen, followed by Rindou.
After you were gone, Sanzu finally could talk.
âWhat the actual fuck? Rindou? With her? And- and- a baby?â He blurted out all at once.
âYupâ was all that Ran said, laughing at him.
âHuh, who wouldâve thought that asshole could pull someone like thatâ he said resting his head on the back of the couch, trying to make sense of everything he just witnessed.
In the kitchen, you were trying to make some tea, feeling Rindouâs presence at the counter. He still couldnât speak.
âAre you okay?â You asked him.
âIâm sorry.â Was all he said.
You walked towards him and put a hand on his cheek, looking at him in the eye.
âItâs okayâ you responded, pressing your forehead against his.
âNo itâs not, I donât wanna put you in danger.â
âYou can take care of us, I know you can.â You tried to calm him down.
âWe just need a place to stay for the night, I promise I will never bring someone else here.â
âThis is your home too, we will be okay, you can stay and they can stay too. I can take care of myself, you know.â
Rindou kissed you, it was a sweet kiss.
âHowâs our babygirl doing?â He said, caressing your belly.
âSheâs a pain in the ass, just like her fatherâ you said laughing. âNow letâs go back before that friend of yours loses his mind.â
âToo late for thatâ said Rindou.
-
âSo, miss L/n. Care to explain how you know our dear Rin rin?â Asked Sanzu with a smile.
âShut the fuck up, you psychoâ snapped Rindou.
âDonât be so rude, Rin rinâ you said, mocking the nickname. âWell, mister Sanzu, we actually meet at an illegal car race, he saved me from getting robbed.â You replied laughing.
âInteresting woman.â Sanzu said.
It was true though. Your friend had dragged you to a race where a âfriendâ was going to participate. You looked so innocent but at the same time so relaxed that Rindou couldnât help but stare at you. One thing led to another and he ended up saving your purse from being stolen. And now you were here, pregnant with his baby.
âAnd how far along are you, may I ask?â He continued.
â23 weeks, actually. Thanks for asking.â You responded.
âI canât believe our little Rindou here is gonna be a father.â
âOkay, enough with the questions.â Rindou couldnât help but interrupt. âY/n, to our room.â He said without looking at you.
You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. He noticed this.
âPlease.â Was all he said.
You knew he wasnât happy so you decided to obey.
âGentlemen.â You said, walking to your room.
âGoodnight dear.â Said Ran.
Once you were gone, Rindou walked towards Sanzu.
âOkay now you little shit, weâre gonna stay here for tonight. Only tonight. When weâre gone, youâre gonna forget this place. Youâre gonna forget she even exists, sheâs wonât ever get involved with you or any of this.â He said. âUnderstood?â
âNow now, Haitani.â Said Sanzu, raising his hands, with a smug smile on his face. âCalm down. I wonât do nothing to her, I like her actually.â
âIf you ever lay a hand on her, we will kill you.â Now spoke Ran.
Sanzu didnât say another word, just smiled and nodded.
Rindou walked to your room. Like hell he was gonna let you sleep alone with that psychopath in his house. You were already asleep. The pregnancy made you extremely sleepy sometimes and it was past your bedtime.
Rindou layed down next to you and fell asleep with a hand on your belly.
-
The 4 men left first time in the morning.
âSleep well darling, Iâll be back later today.â Rindou whispered to you, since you were still half asleep. âI love you.â
âLove you too.â You said when he left.
âCongratulations.â Said Sanzu when they were walking towards their cars.
âWhat?â Asked Rindou, unsure on what he was talking about.
âFor your baby, congratulations.â He replied, in a more serious tone. âI didnât say that before.â
âThank you.â Was all Rindou could say. He knew Sanzu was never going to say something about you to anyone.
If anything, Sanzu was loyal. And he knew how much you meant to Rindou. And who knows? Maybe your baby could actually grow up with a family.
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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
A/N: just a short lil blurb idea I had whilst procrastinating from finishing my other two WIPâs xoxo
warning: implied age gap of reader being a âyoung womanâ, but no specific reference to Spencerâs age, I just envision this as a very post-prison thing for him to do
Listen
âExcuse me, lady, but you donât get to waltz in here and start ordering my officers around. This your first day on the job or something, sweetheart?â The local chief of police smirks down at you, condescension dripping from his every word.
That, coupled with his casual misogyny, is enough to have you smirking right back at him.
Shocker, another old-fashioned cop assuming that a young woman like you doesnât know what sheâs talking about. Itâs almost laughable. Almost.
âFBI Agent first, âladyâ second, and âsweetheartâ? Not under any circumstances. Iâm here with the rest of my team to assist you on a case that youâve requested our help to solve. You donât like the way we do things? Raise a formal complaint. If you want this case solved, youâll do well to listen to the advice given. This is far from my first case, and you are far from the first police chief to invalidate that.â Your voice is the epitome of cool, calm and collected.
Naturally, that only aggravates the ignorant man in front of you. More predictable than a- well, actually, there are few things more predictable than the fragile masculinity found in a man like this.
âIâll be happy to listen to your boss before I take any orders from a girl with a mouth bigger than it ought to be.â The local chief of police eyes you up and down, as if to intimidate you by comparing your stature to his.
Much to his surprise - and absolute dismay - his efforts are in vain. This is made clear when a quiet laugh passes your lips and you lean back against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest and looking to your left.
Moments later, as though emerging from the shadows, Doctor Spencer Reid takes the few large strides necessary to reach your side. A formidable force, exacerbated by the dark scowl thatâs etched into his features and directed at the local chief of police. Having not long returned from visiting a crime scene, he had overheard the conversation between you and elected to wait before he stepped in, hypothesizing both how far the ignorance would go, and how long he would be able to hear it before seeing red.
âIf you value the continued use of your jaw, Iâd advise you close it and listen. Disrespect Agent (Y/N) again and this entire precinct will suffer the consequences of your ignorance.â Spencerâs threat is eerily quiet and, while unprofessional by nature, the intent is understood to the extent that even a local chief of police wouldnât dare call it into question.
The man caught in Spencerâs glare visibly shrinks, clears his throat, and pretends to find something to very quickly busy himself elsewhere. The glare follows him until heâs out of sight.
âI could have Garcia file a report severe enough to end that manâs career.â Spencer murmurs, gaze fixed on the door that the ignorance left through.
Turning to face Spencer, you smile up at him sweetly and pat his chest, your palm against his tie when the contact snaps his eyes back down to look at you.
âI think making him ruin his briefs in the workplace is punishment enough.â You joke lightly, your words enough to cause a smile to curl at the corner of Spencerâs mouth, a silent understanding caught in your locked gazes.
Nobody disrespects you and gets away with it, not so long as Doctor Spencer Reid is around to commit verbal homicide.
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Dean Winchester & little!sister reader
Requested by anonymous
Synopsis: you crash BabyâŠsomebody has to tell Dean
Warnings: car accident, injury, panic
You couldnât help the easy smile that lifted your lips as you cruised along the road, Babyâs gentle purr comforting you as you cranked up your favorite cassette tape. Youâd definitely be in trouble if Dean found out, but he was finally getting some much needed sleep in the bunker, so this was your chance. Besides, heâd never specifically said that you couldnât drive Babyâit was just a definite unwritten rule.
You were so lost in your own enjoyment that you werenât paying much attention to the roadâafter all, youâd been on this road a thousand times with Dean. But the other thousand times, thereâd never been a deer in the middle of the road.
You saw it too late. You swerved the wheel with all your might, and by some miracle you missed the deerâbut there was no missing the ditch that skirted the side of the road. You actually felt the wheels leave the ground before a stomach-turning crunch preceded the jarring jolt that came when the car hit down on the bottom of the ditch. Your head lurched forward, slamming against the steering wheel and turning everything to darkness.
âŠ
You were being lifted by strong hands when you awoke. Your eyes blinked open to find a man in an EMT uniform placing you on the ground away from the Impala.
âHey kid,â he greeted gently when he saw that you were awake. âHow are you feeling?â
âMy head hurts,â you groaned. âBut Iâm ok.â
âOk, thatâs good.â He kept up his soothing voice even as he examined you for more injuries. âLooks like you just have a few cuts and bruises. But you could have a concussion from hitting your head on the wheel. The officers over there found your phone, and theyâre gonna call someone for you, ok?â
Before you could answer, one of the police officers stepped up in front of you.
âThe first number on your phone is Dean, can I call him for you kid?â
âNo, no!â You panicked. âNot-not Dean.â Your eyes drifted to the Impalaâthe front was completely smashed in from where youâd hit a tree, and there were scratches everywhere. âDean, he-he canât see the car like this, heâs gonna kill me!â
âKid, weâre worried about you, not the car,â the officer said. âWeâve gotta call a guardian.â
âSam,â you said. âCall Sammy.â
Even as the officer pressed Samâs name on your contact list, your panic continued to course through you. Dean was going to find out, it was only a matter of time. You were so, so dead.
âKid.â A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts. âYouâve gotta calm down, youâve gotta take deep breaths.â
It was only after the EMTâs words that you felt the tears trickling down your cheeks, and the haggard wheezing of your breath
âIâve got your brother, do you want to talk to him?â The officer was holding out the phone to you, and you took it.
âS-Sammy?â You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.
âY/N? Whatâs going on? Who was that that just had your phone, who are you with?â
Not Sam. Dean.
âDe?â Your hands were fumbling with the phone, they were shaking so bad. âDean, th-this is Samâs phoneâŠâ
âHe went to the bathroom, now answer the question!â Dean snapped. âYouâre starting to freak me out.â
âDe, IâmâŠâ the tears wouldnât be stifled any longer. You were all but sobbing as you managed to say- âDean, Iâm so sorry, Iâm sorry.â
Deanâs voice was getting more frantic every second.
âHoney, whatâs wrong? Where are you, Iâll come get you.â
âI-I screwed up, Dean,â you whimpered. âI cra-I crashed Baby.â
âYou what?!â You misunderstood Deanâs panic for anger, and it only made you cry harder. âWhere are you?â
âWeâre going to take you to the hospital, just to be safe,â the EMT cut in gently. He told you the address, and you repeated it to Dean.
âDonât move when you get there.â
He hung up before you could respond.
âŠ
You were sitting in an observation room when Dean came barging in. The doctor who had just finished examining you looked up, startled.
âThere you are.â You missed Deanâs sigh of relief as you ducked your head in shame. He strode into the room, straight for you. His big hand gently lifted your chin.
âAre you ok?â He demanded. You nodded pitifully. Dean gave you a once-over to be sure, before nodding, satisfied.
âWe brought her here just to be sure,â the doctor spoke up. âI believe she has a minor concussion.â
âBut sheâs gonna be ok?â Dean probed.
âOh yes,â the doctor assured him. âYouâre free to check her out whenever you feel ready.â The doctor pulled out a card and held it out for Dean. âThis is the mechanic that they towed your car to.â
Dean stuck it in his back pocket without even glancing at it.
âYeah, thanks. Iâm gonna take her home now.â
âŠ
You were next to Dean in the back of a cab when you finally spoke again.
âIâm sorry about Baby, Dean.â
âWould you stop saying that?â Dean huffed. âThis is about more than just the Impala. You couldâve been seriously hurt, you couldâve been killed! And all you can talk about is the car.â
âSoâŠâ you swallowed. âSo youâre not mad about the car?â
âIâm not more mad about that than I am worried about you,â Dean said. âYou come first, always. Thatâs why you called Sam, isnât it? You were scared that Iâd be pissed about the car.â
You nodded feebly, and Dean sighed.
âHoney, that car is never going to be as important to me as you are. I want you to know that you can come to me, you can tell me stuff like this. You should never be so worried about me being mad that you canât tell me when you get hurt, ever. Baby being in an accident will never scare me more than you being in an accident. Baby can always get a new engine, but this-â Dean poked at your chest, right above your heart, and you giggled and pushed his hand away. âThis needs to be protected. You understanding me?â
âI understand,â you said. âIâm sorry I didnât call you.â
âI forgive you,â Dean said. âNow weâre going to talk about how youâre gonna never sneak out like that again, and how youâre gonna make it up to me for stealing my baby.â
âYou said you werenât angry,â you argued.
âNo, I said that you were more important,â Dean countered. âBut now that I know youâre okâŠ
âYou are in so much trouble.â
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Close Encounters of the Spiderkind
Pairing: Miguel OâHara x Single Mother!Reader
Summary: When reader refuses to go on a mission, Miguel decides to pay a home visit to figure out whyÂ
Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ATSV! fluff, slight hurt/comfort and angst if you squint hard enough, Miguel is a softie around kids, itâs giving slow burn/platonic vibes, not fluent in Spanish so feel free to correct my wording/punctuation
A/N: This is kind of my way of dipping my toes back into the world of fanfiction writing, if yaâll end up liking it I was planning on making it a little series of sorts. Not necessarily a multipart story, rather just little moments following the same general characters. I took the liberty of assigning a gender and name to the readerâs daughter since that sounded like itâd be easier in terms of writing, the rest is still like any Y/N story. Reader is also a spider person, but Iâm not married to the idea for future oneshots? Drabbles? I donât know what you kids call them nowadays...
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It had only been a couple months since you had joined Spider-Society and, while you were still trying to find your footing, things were going a lot better than expected. There was a comradery with being around other people with the same abilities, who had experienced the same losses, victories and all that came with wearing the mask. You had found some good friends among the other Spiders, particularly with Peter B and Jess, as there was a common ground there that you had yet to share with them; something that the three of you had in common.
That commonality was currently asleep in the other room, your daughter Vada. For once, it had been a day where the radios were quiet. No calls from HQ to go on missions, no worrying chatter on the police radios, so you had taken the day to spend time with your daughter. The three year old was going through a phase where she was having nightmares almost every night, so the day was spent at home relaxing. From watching movies, to cooking meals together, Vada had been your little shadow all day and you had enjoyed every second of it. While your toddler had tuckered herself out, you were restless, curled up on the couch watching TV at a low enough volume that only you could hear, thanks to your heightened senses. It may have been almost midnight, but that was still considered an early night for you. Used to the regime of patrolling until early in the morning and crawling into bed to get a few hours asleep before Vada came in to ask for her breakfast. Just as you were starting to feel the pull of sleep on your eyelids, letting the quiet calm sink into your bones, the moment was then yanked from you. When the beeping started the first time, you had acted on instinct to silence the noise. Your hand practically slapped the Gizmo on your wrist, the same Gizmo given to you by Miguel when you had joined his Spider-Society. Ugh, Miguel. It was a damn shame that such a pretty face was wasted on a sourpuss like him. While being the leader of an elite group of Spider-People sounded like no easy task, there were times the man definitely took it too seriously. Sure, he had a great work ethic and was a respectable leader, but that all came with the downside that you couldnât stand being around him for more than five minutes. You two hadnât gotten off on the right foot and it seemed like he wouldnât let you live that down. Ever the stern, cold-hearted leader, barking orders and chewing your ass out if something went wrong. He hardly ever smiled and when he did it was condescending, almost smug as he questioned just how intelligent you actually were. A waste of a pretty face indeed.
That pretty face came to mind when you looked down at your Gizmo, which was beeping once more, finally processing that it was Miguel who was trying to contact you. Shit.
âHello?â your voice is quiet, wary as you answer him finally; trying to keep quiet for the toddler sleeping in the other room. Also because of the worry that youâve pissed him off once again.
âWhy arenât you answering?â his voice cuts through the silence, monotone and firm. âAn anomaly was detected on Earth-616, go take care of it. Ben Reilly and Peter Parker from Earth-13122 are already en route.â
âI....canât,â you cringe as the word leaves your mouth. The pregnant pause that follows feels like an eternity.
âWhat do you mean you âcanâtâ?â He spits the word back at you, like you offended him with just the one syllable. More silence follows, Miguel waiting for your answer and you not knowing what to say. â...Is something wrong?â
âI have to go,â you end the call, not even registering the concern that had slid its way into his tone. With a heavy sigh, you lay your head against the back of the couch, regretting how you handled the situation, but thankful it was dealt with. That is until the familiar sound of a portal opening and closing disturbs your precious quiet once more.Â
It makes you almost jump out of your skin, physically lurching off the couch, the warm hues from the light of the portal filling your living room and disappearing as quickly as they came. In their place is Miguel, clad in his spidersuit from head to toe. A wave of emotions goes through you, the look of shock, confusion and anger crossing your face in less than a second. He doesnât seem to have noticed you yet, glancing around the space and disengaging his mask when he doesnât register any immediate threats.
âWhat are you doing here!?â it takes all you have not to shout the words at him, instead resorting to a sort of hiss to keep your voice down. Miguel doesnât seem to take the hint.
âThis is why you couldnât come? Because youâre too busy lounging around and watching trash TV?â he isnât shouting per se, rather his tone makes him sound louder. That and the quiet of your apartment probably amplified his voice even more. âI know the weight of keeping the multiverse intact might go over your head, but the least you could do is be there for your teammates. I donât allow slackers in my-â âShh!â youâre moving towards him without even realizing, motherly instinct telling you to silence the noise that dared try to wake your daughter. Your hand reaches to cover his loud mouth and Miguel takes a step back to avoid your touch, the frustration reflecting in his eyes turning into red, hot anger.Â
âDid you just âshhâ me!?â he sounds as if heâs in disbelief, his voice now actually rising in volume. You stumble over your words, trying to apologize and explain yourself all at once. Now itâs his turn to step towards you, his imposing frame towering over you and you canât help but shrink back, âI donât know who you think you are, but if you donât get your ass in your suit, Iâll-â
âMama?â Vadaâs little voice cuts through the air, both Miguel and you freezing. When you turn to look at your daughter, whoâs standing in the doorway to her bedroom, it feels like everything around you fades away. The static of the TV, Miguel, everything until all you can focus on is Vada. Sheâs clearly distressed, as you come to kneel in front of her you can see the tears in her big round eyes, the redness around them and on her nose, the slight tremble in her bottom lip. You know whatâs wrong before she even has to explain.
âSweet girl, another one?â you ask calmly, a hand going to stroke her hair. Vada nods, confirming your suspicion that she had been roused by yet another nightmare. The creak of the floorboards alerts you of Miguel taking a step closer and youâre suddenly very much aware of his presence once again. However, your eyes donât leave Vadaâs crying face. âLetâs get you back into bed,â you try to coax her into heading back the way she came, your toddler only resisting and shaking her head firmly.
âI want Mamaâs bed,â she demands, sounding groggy as the sleep she had just risen from had yet to fully leave her. Vada doesnât even let you respond before her tiny arms wrap around your neck, face pressing into the junction of your neck and shoulder, âWant you,â she mutters against you, the exhaustion and distress in her voice making your heart ache for her. âVada,â you sigh heavily, exhausted as well. Exhausted from the heavy workload of being Spider-Woman not just for your universe, but other universes as well. Exhausted from the fact your child couldnât get a wink of sleep and seeing her frustrated made you frustrated as well. You cave, scooping your daughter up in your arms and standing. Her body molds to yours, relaxing against your frame like it had done so many times before. As you rub her back and kiss her temple, youâre forced to turn and deal with the elephant in the room. Or rather the spider.Â
You expect Miguel to look annoyed, as usual, but he isnât. In fact, the anger he was prepared to unleash on you moments ago seems to have vanished, replaced with a look of curiosity, intrigue and dare you say....awe? Heâs looking at Vada, whoâs about to pass out in your arms, with a softened expression, the sight of the small girl seeming to tug the corners of his mouth up just slightly.
Huh.
Miguel seems to catch himself staring, shaking his head to clear the fog and meeting your gaze once more. âI...didnât know,â is all he can say, not as confident in the way he stands.
âNo one knows,â you reply in a much harsher tone than you intended. After a deep breath, you adjust how you speak, âIâve only been on the team for a couple months. Itâs not that I donât trust the other spiders...I just want to be careful, yah know?â Miguel nods along with what you say and you canât help but keep talking to fill the now awkward silence, âUsually I have someone to watch her, but itâs been so long since Iâve had a day to just give her all my attention- I promise, it wonât happen again. I know that I should answer if you call-â
âCĂĄllate,â Miguel cuts you off and youâre almost grateful heâs saved you from rambling. Thereâs another moment of silence before he sighs, âYou donât have to explain yourself, really. If I had known,â he waves a hand to indicate to your daughter, âthis was the reason you were ignoring my calls, I wouldnât have been so hard on you. Your daughter comes first, I get it.â
His words hit harder than they should. Every Spider-Person had heard the story. How Miguel was willing to put his own duties aside to live in a universe where he had a daughter of his own. Replacing the him of that universe, who had died tragically, to live the life he had always wanted; only to have that universe crumble around him. Literally. It explained his cold demeanor, youâd probably be a bitch too if your daughter died in your arms, but that coldness you had become accustomed to seemed to melt away the longer he took in the sight of you holding your daughter.
âYou said her nameâs Vada?â he asks, stepping a little closer. Normally, you would probably keep your distance from him, maternal instincts in overdrive with an imposing figure like Miguel so close to Vada, but you stay in place. Not bothered by his presence for once. Heâs looking at you, expecting an answer, and you nod your head. He hums, âHow old?â
âThree,â you answer and he hums again. â...Is everything okay? Regarding the mission?â
âHuh? Oh,â he clears his throat, adjusting his stance and taking a small step back. When had he gotten so close to you? âI think those two should be fine on their own. Earth-13122âČs Spider-Man knows what heâs doing and-â
âYou know, you can just call him Lego Spider-Man. Everyone calls him Lego Spider-Man.â
âThatâs not his correct title.â
âUh-huh,â you smile, holding back a laugh at how serious Miguel seemed to be about the subject. â...Well, I think itâs time we go to bed.â
âRight, right,â Miguel moves like heâs about to walk out the front door, seeming to forget that he had come via portal and catching himself as his hand grasps the handle. Has he always been this socially awkward? He turns to look at you again, âShould I just...?â
âYes, please open your noisy portal outside.â
âClaro que sĂ,â he nods in understanding, opening the door. Just as heâs about to leave, he pauses again, turning to look back at you, âEven if youâre busy, you should still answer when I call. I was worried about you.â
âWorried about me?â you repeat, a bit of teasing in your voice.
âWorried as in the normal amount of worried.â
âSure, sure, OâHara.â
âIâm leaving now,â he huffs, turning to leave again. Yet he canât help but stop one more time, âGoodnight.â
He finally leaves, door shutting with a soft click. You go to the door to lock it, carrying Vada into your room for bed. It seems that she had managed to fall back asleep despite your little interaction with Miguel. As you lay down and pull the comforter over the two of you, Vada snuggling impossibly close to you once more, you lie there thinking about what had just transpired.Â
Maybe his pretty face wasnât a waste.Â
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scream your heart out (m)
đȘpairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) đȘgenre: horror, slasher, smut đȘtags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS đȘword count: 6.8k đȘsummary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? đȘauthor note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes âIâm scratching my face to not fucking screamâ âWELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCKâ -Zeta âIt definitely does capture that slasher essenceâ -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything Iâve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things Iâve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.
You had lost three core members of your eight.Â
Joshua, someone youâve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dogâs bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshuaâs cadaver wouldâve lost deep in the woods.
And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.
And finally, Seungkwan, who hadnât died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.
All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.
âOkay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! Weâre safe here.â
Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, itâs paradise, but itâs definitely a prison.
âHoly shit, you have an indoor basketball court?â
A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.
Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didnât even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.
âThere's a murderer and youâre doing butterfly strokes?â You asked, baffled.
The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. âWhat am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion weâre staying in?â
âThank you, Seokmin,â Seungcheol grinned.
Seokmin winked back at him, âOf course, daddy.â
âHow are you both so unserious about all this?â
Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. âTheyâre grieving. Just in their own way.â
You sighed, crossing your arms. âTheyâre being ridiculous. We shouldnât be here. We need to be at the police station or something.â
âYou were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?â
You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. âOf course I do, but weâre sitting ducks here. This isnât any better. We need protection.â
It was Seungcheolâs turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. âWell, you have me.â
âAnd me,â Seokmin joined. âPure muscle right here.â
âMaybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. Weâre actually living in a horror movie right now and youâre all making jokes.â
âHey,â Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, âDonât say that. Weâll make it out of here.â
His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. âYou have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.â
You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.
You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.
âYouâre right. You are.â You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. âYouâre the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.â
He mused at you. âOoh, now look whoâs pulling jokes.â
âWho said I was joking?â
âYou two are disgustingly cute,â Minghao commented coming through the back door. âHorror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.â
You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.
âNot funny, Hao.â
Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. âEase up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.â
âOnly because sheâs so pretty to look at,â he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, âbut come on. Weâre all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?â
Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. âWonwooâŠâ
âI canât have all these guys get you heated like this. Thatâs my job,â he teased with a rasp.
You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. âYouâre so ridiculous right now.â
âAnything to put that smile on your face.â
His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed.  âDaddyâŠâ
âI love it when you call me that,â he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwooâs ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. âI know thereâs something else you really love.â
âDo you now?â
You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. âBut do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?â
He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. âTry new things right? Like you always say. Plus youâre scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.â
âYou're so good to me, Daddy,â you moaned.
His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. âYouâre so wet down there, baby.â
âJust waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.â
Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. âLook what you do to me.â
Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.
He didnât let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.
Wonwooâs words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.
Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.
âDaddyâŠâ
He lost control when it came to you, addictedâreligiousâthe second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.
âYouâre sopping, precious,â he murmured with a sly grin.
He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. âCum in me, daddy. PleaseâŠâ
He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. âWill you take every bit of daddyâs cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.â
You nodded gingerly. âYes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yoursâŠâ
âHold on to me.â
You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.
But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadnât been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find herâreminding you of his peculiar obsession with the womanâas he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldnât be found in the kitchen.
âThatâs strange. Sheâd be finished with a whole chicken by now,â the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.
âAww,â Seokmin groaned, âWell, is there anything else to eat?â
âI meanâŠyou can look around.â
You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. âThis is your house. You donât know what you have in your own house?â
âYou try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!â
âBuy a smaller house, you prick!â
âGuys!â Minghao chimed in. âBreathe inâŠand out. Weâll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. Sheâs probably fine.â
Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. âWe are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. Sheâs probably already dead and weâre fucked.â
Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively.Â
Seokmin sat up from his stool, âOkay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.â
âThatâs still splitting up!â
âBetter than alone.â Seungcheol rebutted. âYou guys stay.â
Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwooâs chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that itâd only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didnât know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghaoâs feed.
After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwooâs lap and dusted yourself off. âFuck this. Weâre finding them.â
You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. âBabe, hey. Theyâve got it. Trust them.â
âWonwoo, you know I canât do that. Letâs just find them, hmm? Together?â
âNot a bad idea,â Minghao agreed. âBetter in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.â
Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. âFine.â
You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldnât have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs thatâs churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer.Â
Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.
Before turning around the corner, Minghaoâreluctant to lead the groupâcrashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.
âHoly shit, we said weâd come back!â
âItâs been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys couldâve been dead for all we know.â You retorted.
âWait, whereâs Seokmin?â Wonwoo asked, noticing he didnât see him nearby.
âHe went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.â
âYou idiot.â Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. âI said don't split up. DONâT SPLIT UP! Thatâs the number one rule of horror movies. Youâre going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.â
Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. âSeokmin? No way. Heâs the last person to even think to do that.â
âWell, do you see him? No! Probably heâs off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.â
âI told youââ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokminâs caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldnât help but smile. âSee the bastard is even calling.â
He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. âSeok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.â
âOh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.â
Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already.Â
Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. âYouâWhere the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?â
The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. âWhatâs to say? Why donât we play a little game to find out?â
âMother fuââYou grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. âWhy go through with this?â
âWhy, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.â
âIf it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â
âPsycho,â Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.
âAnd if we refuse?â Wonwoo interjected.
âSeokmin dies, rock for brains,â Seungcheol gritted.
âDing, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since thatâs what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.â
You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. âHave at it then, you freak.â
âHey, hey, play nice. Maybe Iâll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.â
Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. âAsk away, as long as Seokmin is safe.â
âFirst an easy one. Whatâs your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?â
His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. âWhat kind of fucking questionâuh, The Ring?â
âDonât lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know thatâs not the answer, thatâs just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.â
âThatâs the movie though!â he started to shout, visibly shaking.
âJust say it, Cheol!â Minghao pushed.
âStop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,â You joined.
âFine!â He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. âI never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you Iâm always going off smoking when you guys put one on,â he confessed through his tears.
âCongratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?â
âFuck you,â Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.
âNext question. âThe Texas Chainsaw Massacre,â Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?â
âWho the fuck would know an answer like that?â Minghao croaked in disbelief.
âThree. A âKilling Maskâ, an âOld Lady Maskâ and a âPretty Woman Mask.ââ Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. âI wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?â
âCorrect. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?â
âItâs on the tip of my tongue,â you said slightly panicked, âWonwoo?â
âThe Springwood slasher.â
âWow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. Heâs a keeper. Heâs smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.â
You didnât respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, âJust tell us where this is all going.â
âPatience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Hereâs a hint: itâs the same one Iâm holding in my hand against Seokminâs throat. (Help me please...)â
âS-Seok.â Seungcheol gasped.
Seokminâs voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.
âWonwoo, please,â Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. âHeâs our best friend.â
Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, âI know he uses a hunting knife, b-butââ
âOhâŠâ the voice cooed, âWell, thatâs just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, noâŠ).â
âSeokmin!â
âWait!â You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. âA modified Buck 120. I remember now. Itâs coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!â
The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.
âSeokmin!â
You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading heâd be alive. âSeokmin please, please, wake upâŠ
The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.
âBuddy,â Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friendâs lips. âSpeak to meâŠâ
Seokminâs voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, âBeâŠhindâŠâ
Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim.Â
âRun,â Wonwoo breathed out.Â
He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.
Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house.Â
âYou left them there to die,â You proclaimed.
âHe said he could manage it. Youâre more important.â
âYou actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!â
âWeâre going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.â
Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. âWeâll be ok for a little bit here. Letâs look for weapons.â
He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe.Â
âWonwoo, I donât know if weâre going to find anything. Fuck. Iâm so scared right now.â
He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. âHey, hey, baby. Look at me.â He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb.Â
âIâm here, hmm.â He kissed your closed eyes. âYouâre alright.â
Then your tempered cheeks. âWeâll get through this.â
The tip of your nose. âI love you like hell.âÂ
Finally your trembling lips. âIâll keep you alive.â
âPromise?â You managed to breathe out.
âScouts honor.â
The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwooâs embrace, burying your face in his chest. âI donât want to die here, baby.â
âYou wonât. Not with me.â One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.
Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blockedÂ
âShit, shit, shit.â Wonwoo pushed you behind him.
Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.
They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwooâs stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. âMother fucker...â
Wonwooâs vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwooâs determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.
Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated. Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwooâs gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. âFuck, fuck!â
âWonwoo!â You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. âNo, no, no.â
The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. âHappy to see me?â
ââŠC-Chan?â Wonwoo managed to gasp.
âHi, bestie.â His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. âWell, didnât think youâd see me again, huh?â
âChan, what the fuck?â You screeched.Â
âYouâre supposed to be dead.â Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. âWhat, how?â
One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people.Â
âYou guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body thatâs my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. Iâm a fucking genius.â
âS-Seungkwan,â Wonwoo wept, his adamâs apple, âYou actuallyââ
âIt was beautiful. Masterful.â
âWhy?â Wonwoo stammered. âYour best friendââ
âHe was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.â
His smile. That violating smile.
You sobbed, covering Wonwooâs wound with your hands. âY-you monster.â
âThis was all just fun for you?â Wonwoo bared his teeth. âYou get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think youâre some Billy Loomis?â
âOf course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.â
âWe?â Wonwoo repeated.
âWhat the fuck do you mean we?â You asked horrified.
Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still.Â
âWell, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?â
A million guesses ran through Wonwooâs brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. âYour Stu Macher? SeokminâŠSeungcheolâŠ?â
Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. âNoâŠâ your lips drew close to his ear. âMeâŠâÂ
Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.
âAnd he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.â
You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. âY/nâŠWhy?â
You simply shrugged. âWhy does anyone kill these days? Theyâre bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.â
âYouâre killing people.â
You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. âAnd weâre more alive than we ever have been,â you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.
You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. âAnd so is our sex life.â
âSo, Junhui, SoonyoungâŠJoshua, and even Seungkwan.â Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.
âEvery. single. one,â You chuckled. âDraining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didnât see the knife coming their way.â
Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. âAnd Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.â
âYou just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,â Chan moaned, âTouch me how I like it, baby.â
âMmh, my pleasure.â Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top.Â
His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldnât help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. âLike that baby, like that.â
âThat feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokminâs blood, Minghaoâs blood, Seungcheolâs blood? Wonwooâs blood?â
âFuck. Yes.â
âYou two,â Wonwooâs shock couldnât stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.
âYouâre massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.â
âYeah?â You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. âIâm getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. Youâre just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.â
âFuck,â he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, âWanna mix Wonwooâs cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.â
You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chanâs shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. âYour cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.âÂ
âYour pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.â
âOf course, daddy.â You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. âThat look good, Daddy Wonwoo?â Your ass bounced purposely in Chanâs lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.
Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldnât, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldnât part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.
âYou like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.â
He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, âShutâŠthe fuck up.â
You laughed obnoxiously. âYou love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadnât peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasnât âdeadâ.â
âItâs not true, you bitch.â The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.
âYouâre such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like Iâm a dirty, dirty fucking whore.â You groaned loudly taking Chanâs cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.
âThatâs right baby take my cock.â Chanâs hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. âTaking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.â
âDaddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,â You growled.
âFuck youâre such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And Iâll kill more and more for you. Iâll do anything for you.â
âYeah,â You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. âYouâd do anything for me?â
âIâd kill the entire human population for you.â
That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. âYeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.â
âIâll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.â
âCum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.â
Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. âIâm cumming, baby, all for you, ahââ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.
âIâm so close, daddyâŠâ
Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. âThatâs it, baby. cum for daddy.â
âIâm cuming daddy, Iâmââ You gripped your knife, taking Chanâs abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, âbabyâ leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp.Â
You didnât stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans couldâve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. âIâm cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! Youâre so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.â
The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. âThank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. Iâll miss you so much.â You kissed deceased Chanâs lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.
âY/nâŠwhat the fuck?â
Watching you pull the knives out of Chanâs head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.
âChan has served his purpose,â You answered plainly as if obvious. âIt was his time.â
âYou did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?â
âI told you spice was necessary, plus Iâve grown rather fond of you.â You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. âI couldnât let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm Iâve ever had.â
Wonwoo whimpered under your touchâwell, the knifeâs touchâas the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. âY-youâre letting me live?â
Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?
âAs long as it's with me, because you love me right? Thatâs what you said. Youâll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.â
You pressed the blade against his neck, âYouâre cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friendâs girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.â Your other hand caressed over his face. âThatâs hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.â
âLike you wanted Chan?â
You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. âChan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove youâre that youâre mine and only mine. Then Iâd have no reason to kill you. Not at allâŠsay youâll be with me forever.â
ââŠyes, sweetie. O-of course I will.â
You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. âThatâs my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only usââ
âHello! Wonwoo! Y/n!â Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.
Rage filled your eyes. âHoly fuck how is he still alive,â you mumbled under your breath. âIâll take care of him.â
You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. âCheol! In here! We caught the killer!â
Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. âWonwoo!â
âCheolâŠâ Wonwoo grunted.Â
âHang in there, buddy. Iâve got you.â
âToâŠyourâŠright.â
You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. âY/n, you evil little bitch.â
You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. âHi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?â
âYouâwow, youâre actually mentally deranged.â
âYou donât like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.â
He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. âYou pussy. Ass. Bitch.â
âSeungcheol,â Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.
You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. âI know you liked to be topped.â
You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheolâs hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.
âThis would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.â
âFuck you and your demented punk ass,â he grunted.
âI would if youâd just FUCKING DIE!â
A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.
âI found a gun,â Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.
Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. âSick crazy bitch.â
He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. âIs thatâŠâ
âYeah,â Wonwoo whispered.
âAnd theyâŠâ
âYeah.â
âFuck, dude.â
Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwooâs eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. âCheol behind you!â
Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it shouldâveâof course with the knife still in your handâfell right back on the ground.
âThey always come back,â Wonwoo quoted.
Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. âAnd aim for the head.â
âSorry about your house.â
ââŠsorry about your girlfriend.â
âMe too.â
post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses
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