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Don't fear The Reaper

(ahhhhhhhh. ok so i am actually in love with ponyboy curtis from the outsiders. and when i tell you as soon as i laid eyes on c. thomas howell in omnivore a few years back i was drooling. anyways. My obsession with slashers has taken over me and i normally don't drool over unsubs but this man can do unspeakable things to me. but here's a little piece i cooked up lol)

Word Count: 5,180

summary: running into george a few years after you had first met him. he was going to kill you when he first met you but let you go. unbeknownst to you he had planned this meeting down to the moment he would be leaving.with a few added plans when you go to dinner with a few colleges and your boss decided to get a little too close. read the warnings!!!!

warnings: george foyet is his own warning, mentions of the reaper (obviously), DARK THEMES, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of stabbing, slight angst, obsessed stalker!george foyet, stalking, creep behavior, jealous!george foyet, cursing, innocent!reader, shy!reader, fem!reader, oblivious!reader, fluff, mentions of smut, very minimal sexual themes but still suggestive, age gap (reader is in early 20s and george in his late 30s early 40s), anxious!reader, use of y/n and y/l/n, some stupid computer stuff that i have no idea would even work but i figured it would be a cool idea, lowkey projecting on some of this cause I'm making reader a picky eater as well lol, mentions of cocaine, framing, fighting (not reader and not that descriptive), threats, also this isn't as graphic as i wanted it to be but its my first story back so uh

One thing to note is that the pov changes a lot and I tried my best to make it as smooth as possible but the texts may be a bit confusing

You normally tried to get your prescriptions delivered so you wouldn't have to talk to anyone but here you were. the pharmacy inside the store had a longer line than it had when you got there. you were glad that you got here earlier as you looked behind you and saw the line. as the man at the counter leaves the woman in front of you goes over to the counter. she was an older lady and you could just imagine how long it would take.

you look around you at the customers as you and slowly become more nosey as the years go by. your eyes landed on a couple a few feet away from you who are looking at pregnancy tests. you smiled to yourself and wondered if you should congratulate them or give them money for plan b based on the boyfriends worried face. behind them were a few dudes looking at condoms.you looked to your other side and saw a mom with a very fussy what looked to be 5 year old son who refused to get cough medicine.

“next!”

you look over and see the counter open and walk over, “y/n y/l/n.” the lady types on her computer before nodding, “birth control?” you nod awkwardly as you hope she isn't judging you. you swore she looked you up and down as she got up but it could've been the trick of the light. she walks back over with your prescription and hands it to you as you sign and pay for it. you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks.

you take a step forward to see if you could get a better view without looking too creepy for staring. there was a man who was looking at some bottles of pain meds and he looked familiar. it almost hits you like a train when you realise he has been one of your substitute teachers your last year of highschool. you contemplate saying something to him but as your hands shook slightly from the feeling of being stared at you decided to leave.

but the universe had a different idea.

“y/n?”

your head turns at the sound and you see him looking at you, a bit shocked. “mr foyet,” you say with a soft smile. he smiles at you, “its been a while hasn't it?” you walk over to him and nod. he had always been one of your favorite substitutes and though you didn't have his computer class you were sure it was a nice class to have. “how have you been?” he asks and you pause on the spot. people normally didn't ask you that.

“fine. i guess. i never got that job though,” you blurt out after a few seconds, “and you?”

“could be better,” he admits looking back at the pills and gestures to them, “wish i didn't need these.” you see him glance at the prescription in your hand then up at you. “you're only what? 19? you shouldn't be on anything yet.” you flush slightly, “im 20. but they're um. its birth control. i get bad cramps and nothing else helps.” he gives you a look that you knew all too well when he was trying to let you know not to be ashamed about something, “you're a young lady. i'm not going to judge our sexual life.”

you smile softly and blush at that as you look down. you decide to turn the conversation onto him, “why do you need anything? you're pretty young too.” ‘i'm not exactly in my prime anymore.,” he says picking up a bottle of generic painkillers. “if you have muscle cramps they don’t do shit,” you say and reach for a different bottle and hand it to him, “this works for anything. unless you have menstrual cramps.”

“i see you didn't lose the quick comments.” “they come naturally. plus it's true.” he smiles at you and sets the other bottle he had picked up back. part of you wondered if you should leave now but something was keeping you in place and you felt like you shouldn't leave yet. “this might be an odd request,” you hear him say then look over at him, “i have a few bags of groceries and i dont live that far but i can't carry them myself.”

“i can help. no worries.”

“you're an angel.”

you smile at his words and he doesn't fail to notice your change in behavior too as you flush and look away from him. you look near the cash register and see the bags, “those?” “yep. i'm gonna go pay for these. i’ll be right back.” you nod and watch him walk over to the counter. you look at the couple who had been looking at the pregnancy tests as they give you a weird look. part of you wanted to say a snarky remark but you decide to follow george.

you make you way to where he was in line at checkout and it wasn't as bad as the pharmacy line. and you make sure to tell him that when he complains about the line. he looks back at the pharmacy lie before nodding, “feel bad for that bastard in the back.” you laugh and try not to laugh harder when you see the girl get in line as her boyfriend gets in line for the checkout behind the mom and son who came after you.

you turn to george, “the dude that got in line and the chick who got in the other line were giving me weird looks. but she's buying a pregnancy test and looks younger than me.” george looks behind him and his gaze lingers on the guy before looking back at you, “i think he was checking you out.” you give george a look, “like anyone's checking me out. i'm in sweats and a hoodie.” George's lip twitches slightly into a smirk and you just catch it but the line moves up.

You go and grab the bags from where they were on the floor and wait patiently for him to checkout. Once he does he was quick to open the door for you making you smile and thank him. “Its just a block or two away.” you follow him down the side walk as he leads you. “I really appreciate it,” he says looking over at you. You smile, “i don't mind helping out. You were my favorite sub after all. And plus i can return the favor for all those times you did my work for math.”

He smiles and stops in front of a house and goe up some steps. You follow him and he unlocks the door. You step inside and look around. It was pretty small but cozy nonetheless. ‘You can put the stuff in the kitchen, please.” you nod, unsure if he could even see you, and find the kitchen and set the bags down on the counter. You look around and your eyes land on a few bags on the floor. You glance over at george as he walks nto the kitchen. “are you moving?” you ask and motion to the bags on the floor that you assumed were clothes.

“i uh. You and your friends never looked me up?”

You give hima confused look, “no? Why?” george nods and sits down at the table, “i'm assuming you're aware of the reaper.” you look at him, “yea. One of my friends was scared of him for years. But hes dead i think.” george takes off his glasses. “Mr foyet what's going on?” “please, call me george.” you nod and take a seat at the table with him, “what happened?”

“Well. a few years ago i was with my girlfriend at the time. We were driving and i saw someone flag us down so i stopped, he was lost apparently and was trying to find a certain place and showed me one of those little booklets,” you saw his face change slightly but you couldn't make out the emotion, “then he stabbed me. And he turned on my girlfriend. She was stabbed 67 times. And i was lucky to even make it out. But he called the cops and they found me in time.”

Your jaw had dropped and you weren't even sure what to say. You reach out for his hand that was on the table, “im sorry. I had no idea.” “its alright. I was hoping you didn't know. A few people did and tried to sympathise with me and basically babied me.” you feel his thumb rub curdlesnoot your hand but you don't think anything of it. “I don't really use my real name anymore. Its all fake oes. I have a bunch of different houses so that's why i have the bags. Just in case he comes back you know?” you nod slightly, “I'm really sorry for bringing it up-” “don't apologise. It's alright. I'd rather you hear it from methann somewhere else.” “yea. I guess that makes sense.”

“You look like her.”

Your eyes stay on the table as you process his words. You then look up at him. “Im sorry. You just have a lot of similarities to um. Sorry.” you give him an understanding look then glance at the clock. Your phone buzzes and you pull away from him to grab it. Your boss had spammed you bout the dinner tonight and you rolled your eyes. “I need to get going. Maybe if you have a number you would want to give out i can have it?” gorgeous eyes light up and he nods. You hand him your phone and he puts ina number. You smile when he hands it back.

“Whos the guy texting you?’ he asks. “My boss. Jack, he's up my ass about this dinner tonight.” “where do you work?” he asks you as he puts his glasses abc on. “Retail. Walmart. But this boss seems to like a lot of us so hes taking us out to dinner at this restaurant.” he nods and then gets up at the same time you do. “Thank you for helping me,” he says with a smile. You nod and hesitate to hug him but he hugs you. You smile and hug him abc. “I’ll text you or call you later. Have a good rest of your day george.”

He watches as you leave and locks the door behind you. He lets out a small breath as he turns around and makes his way over to the computer. His facade had dropped as soon as you left. He typed your number into the computer and waited for it to register. once it does hes able to see all of your messages from anyone. He looks through the more recent ones and skips over your boss. He already knew how he was with you and he didn't feel the need to anger himself yet.

As he looks through your messages with other colleges he laughs at your obliviousness. They were obviously trying to flirt but it seemed to go over your head, or you had ignored their advances and kept it professional. There were a few moments he caught when you had replied late and wondered if you had seen the messages and thought of a response. His gaze travels back up from the text from your boss. He watched as you typed and it go through. He clicked on it.

Jack (boss): Are you sure you're going to be able to make it tonight?

You: I can. Im sorry i was catching up with on old friend

George smiles at that and watches as a message starts to send through.

Jack (boss): alright. Well as soon as you are done with her then call me if you can alright? If not just text me.

You: I don't know if i can call you anytime soon. I'm walking home from his house and its not that far but id rather text. Why whats up?

Jack (boss): oh, i didn't know it was a male. Anyways. I was going to ask if you needed a ride. Id be willing to pick you up but it would be a bit early. I was hoping we could talk ;)

George almost wanted to track his ip at that. But he watched as you typed. It stopped for a few second then began again. Then stopped for a minute. He didn't dare look away from it but as he watched he heard a din from his own phone. He picked it up and smiled when he saw your number.

Y/n: hey its me y/n. I wanted to message you before i forgot. I'm walking back home now. My boss is being really pushy about this dinner, i'm sorry i had to leave so soon. I can still text you if you want that

You: Its totally alright. Bosses can be pushy sometimes. But yea you could text me. Hope your boss isn't being too weird.

y/n: im not even sure how to describe the way hes acting. He sent a winky face and i'm not sure if hes trying to flirt with me

You: i would say sounds like hes trying to. If you're interested go with it.

y/n: but i'm not. Hes kinda creeping me out and he offered to give me a ride. I don't trust him that much but i want to go to this dinner

“Ironic.”

You: text me the restaurant? I’ll text you randomly through the night and if i don't get an answer i’ll come there ok? Or you text me when you leave and when you're going back home and once you are.

y/n: you’d do that?

You: of course.

y/n: thank you. I’ll let you know whats going on

George turns back to the computer and sees that your boss had texted you asking for an answer. George finds his number easily and plugs it in. he waits just like h had done with yours until he gets all of his messages. He grimaces at the way he had texted one of, who george presumed, his friend. He had basically talked as if you were an object and how horny he was. He didn't think he would have to kill anyone tonight but george was willing to switch a few things around.

George glances over at the fridge and mentally thanks himself for putting the piece of paper away from your view. He reaches for it and scans it through. He not only had your address but your bosses as well. The place you worked and the restaurant you were supposed to be going to were also marked on the paper. He thanked himself for waiting those 5 minutes to hear the address cause he was clueless on where the restaurant was located.

He gets up and walks over to one of the drawers he had in the living room. He grabs the mask out of it and wipes some of the dry blood of of it that he missed. He had a feeling he couldn't stay out as long as he hoped considering the fbi may come knocking on his door. He could care less though as he takes an empty bag and shoves the mask in it as well as the gun he hid in the kitchen cabinet. He had a feeling he wouldn't need it but he grabs a pair of clean clothes just in case.

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You texted him a few minutes before you were leaving. You had decided to text him when you got to the restaurant, when you were there, leaving, and home. You figured it would be easier than possibly being rude for being on your phone during dinner. You had agreed to let jack drive you but you were a bit unsure of what to do during the extra time you two wuld appernaly have. A feeling of uncertainty was washing over you and you wanted to abc out but as you heard the horn outside you jumped up from the couch and looked outside.

You grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the mirror. The dinner was suppose to be at a nice restaurant so you grabbed the nicest dress you could find which happened to be a black backless one with long sleeves. You put your purse over your shoulder and walk outside as you lock your door. Your phone buzzes and you hope that its george as you walk over to the car. You get in the passenger seat and give jack a weak smile as you close the door.

“You look nice,” jack says looking over at you but you see his eyes wandering. You nod and awkwardly put your purse over your thighs to keep your dress from riding up too much. You look at him as he wore a simple suit and you could tell he did t put much into his appearance cause his hair was messy as usual. You feel the car start to back up and you take your phone out. You smile when you see goerges name.

George: Did you get picked up yet?

You: yea. He just got me

George: ok. Text me once you get to the restaurant alright?

You: alright

You look over at jack as he drives. He was around your age and attractive but he was a douche. He always acted strange around you and you didn't like it. You tried to tell one of your colleges but he claimed that it was normal behavior. You believed him. Maybe you were just overthinking things.

“Can i ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Are you dating anybody?”

You look at jack at the questions and shake your head, “no. why?” “wondering,” he says and you watch his hand reach out and be placed on your knee. You stare at it for a second and try to brush off the strange feeling you felt. outside looked more interesting the staring a the hand on your thigh so you watched as trees and buildings went by.

the hand on you knee moved upwards and you tensed up. you looked at it as the car stopped and you saw a parking lot. you were at the restaurant but away from where anyone would be able to see either of you. you give jack an awkward look and attempt to push his hand away. he gets the hint and moves it back to your knee.

“what's wrong?” he asks and you were clearly uncomfortable so you found the question strange. “please dot touch me,” you say and move his hand off of your knee. he pulls it back, “sorry.” you couldn't tell if he was being sincere or not but he looked away from you. you picked up your phone and texted george.

you: we got to the restaurant but we’re waiting outside. do you have a car? or know how much a bus is?

you wait for a response and move your legs away from jack as you look out the window. you hoped that he would leave you alone for the most part the rest of the night and you would find one of your friends marissa. your phone buzzes and you quickly pick it up.

george: what happened?

you: nothing really. i think he is trying to flirt with me and i'm not sure how he is when he gets drunk. and i'd rather be safe than sorry incase he does try to get behind the wheel

george: bus tickets aren't expensive. altho i could get there with you if you would want that. i don't have a car, I usually take the bus or walk

you: you would do all this for me but you haven't talked to me in years. and not at all outside of school until this morning

george looks up from where he is in the car he had stolen a few weeks ago. he had a clear view of you and jack as he held the phone in his hands. he was lucky to get a spot not near where you two had decided to park. the tint on the windows also helped him as he watched without worry of being caught.he looks back down at the phone at your messages

you: not to sound weird. but i always liked you. so if you need any help with anything i would be glad to help. and i mean anything

he watched your face as you blushed a bit. your date for the evening was glaring out the window and suddenly his eyes turn to his car. george narrows his eyes as he watches jack. jack eyes move down and george can only hope it was to the phone in your hands. when you move the phone and rest your head on your hand he knew it was. at the same time you did his phone buzzed.

y/n: i really appreciate that. i like you too and if you need anything id be glad to help as well :) you're the only person i really trust right now. hes really creeping me out

george had to laugh at that. he knew that jack was making you uncomfortable but it would make more sense if you were scared of him and not jack. you should be but you didn't know the truth.

you: if he's making you uncomfortable try to not be near him. i'm on my way ok?

you look at your phone at the message and pause. you hadn't told him where you were. you ignore it and maybe you had told him when you were at his house. you look over at jack and notice it was almost time to go inside. he noticed too and unbuckled his seatbelt. you follow after him and text george that you were heading inside.

the restaurant was nice as you walked in. you saw marissa. she looks over and smiles and you walk over to hug her. “ugh i thought you weren't going to show i was getting nervous!” she says. “nope. I'm here,” you say and glance at jack, “he gave me a ride.” marissa glances at him as he walks past her. “the weirdo gave you a ride?” she whispers. you give her a look. “y/n you realize he flirts with everyone and is always staring at our asses?” you shrug, “no, but he did touch my leg in the car. i think one of my friends might pick me up early.”

she nods and you both take a seat at the booth. you sit next to her on the inside in case god forbid jack tries to sit next to you. another one of your coworkers mike sits next to marissa. “Mike how do you feel about drinks tonight?” marissa asks him and you laugh. she looks over at you then pauses, “are you 21?” “no. so i won't be drinking tonight. or at all in my life,” you laugh. “boring,” she says.

you watch as jack slips in on the other side of the booth and another coworker trew slides in next to him. alice slides i next to him. “i think this is everyone,” jack says looking around the table. your phone buzzes and you look down at it. yu decided that it was too early to be considered rude if you answered as others stated conversation.

george: i'm going to be there soon. would you want to leave now or do you want me to wait outside for you?

you: wait outside for now. i really appreciate you doing this

george: no need to thank me. i'm doing a favor

you smile and marissa pulls you into her, “who ya texting?” you laugh as she takes your phone. “mar!” you laugh and try and take it back from her but she holds it out of reach. “you have a boyfriend?” she asks you making you shake your head. “oh so who is george?” “my friend. c’mon mar give it back.” you manage to take you phone from her as you both laugh.

“you really need to find someone. you've been single for how long?” alice asks. “shes never had a partner. you know this,” trew says making jack look over at him shocked. that was new. george had also managed to find a table near enough to you to hear but not be seen. he hadn't planned on being on a weirdo watch today but it was better that you had an idea he was there so in case he was caught he had an alibi.

mike, who he had quickly learned the name of, calls over a waitress and they start making orders. he was the least bit surprised to hear you get chicken tenders. he always knew what you got during lunch at school and would get you extras or just plain out bring you fast food sometimes when he knew you were having bad days. he was lucky that no one questioned this before he left the school himself.

“everytime you order the same thing,” alice says. “i do not. i get spaghetti sometimes,” you say. “yea, sometimes. which really mean rarely cause you ‘don't like the sauce’,” trew says doing a weird voice at the end making everyone laugh. “don't judge what i do and don't like ok? dot make me mention when you ate that burrito off the floor.” “i did not!” “did too,” you mutter as you take a drink of your water.

george grimaces for a second at the thought of a dirty floor burrito. he goes back to looking at you as you laugh and he could swear he hadn't met anyone prettier. he had a feeling no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get exactly what he wanted from you but he could still watch you like he had been for a couple months. this plan has gone better than expected os he couldn't doubt himself just yet.

he gets a good look at jack as he stares at you over his glass. something ticked him off by that look so george immediately picked up his phone.

you: y/n would you be willing to leave a bit early?

you pick up your phone immediately and answer him.

y/n: yea. can i get my food first? i’ll take it to go

george: of course

he watches you put your phone back down and look around for the waitress he presumed. then outside. maybe you were trying to find him? his place at the bar was a good view of the outside as well and when he caught you looking at a cat outside he smiled. of course. he had a feeling you liked cats. or maybe you didn't. he’d have to ask but he assumed you liked them.

you were barely paying attention but george was. he watched jack get up and slide past everyone in his row and head towards the bathroom. george happened to know there was an alleyway right outside the mens bathroom. he downed his drink and left money on the counter to pay for it as he followed jack to the bathroom.

you finally noticed jack was gone a few minutes after he left. around the same time the food came. “alice can you do me a favor?” you lean over to her. “Yeah what's up?” “can you ask for a to-go box for me? I can't stay.” she nods and gets up to find a waitress. mike gets up to sit next to trew. “you alright?” trew asks giving you a worried look. “yea im fine. i just need to head home early. i'm not riding with jack, wherever he went.”

“you're getting a ride from george?’ marissa says with a smirk as she takes a fry from you. “yes actually. we’re going on the bus i think. long story.” “is he at least not a creep?” she asks. you shake your head, “no. he's really nice actually. He used to be a substitute at my high school. i ran into him again this morning.” everyone gives youa look. “how old is he?” mike asks. you give him a confused look, “why does it matter? hes a friend.”

everyone sighs at you and you have a feeling they were judging you too. alice walks back with the box and hands it to you. “thanks.” you get up and grab your food and put a $20 on the table. “have a nice night guys. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you walk outside and pull out your phone, you call him instead of texting as you couldn't type with one hand.

the phone rings and george lets one of his hands go to grab his phone. he sees your name on the top of the screen and looks over to jack, “say a word i’ll stomp your brains out.” a whimper comes from the man he had holding up against the wall as he answers. “y/n. you alright?”

“yea george. im outside. where are you?” you shiver slightly at the cold and look around.

“i'm in the bathroom, i’ll be there in a second hold on. you're in the front right?”

“yea. i’ll stay here and wait for you. bye.”

“bye.”

at the same time the phone hangs up, jack is getting dropped to the floor with a loud thump and a groan. “look at her or touch her or any girl ever again and i’ll make sure each one of these fingers is cut off and your eyes are gouged out you understand?” jack nods and the last thing he saw was a knee coming at his face.

“george, it's freezing out how did you wait out here for so long?” you say as you turn and see him. he smiles and walks over to you, “well i'm wearing a jacket.” you frown and realize what exactly you had on, “true.” “you look fabulous though. here take this.” he hands you his jacket and you smile as you gladly take it. he takes the bag from you and you both walk over to the bus stop. he glances over at the car and jack in the front seat. maybe the cops would believe the white powder wasn't actually sugar in his nose.

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“did you hear what happened to jack?” mar says as you walk into work the next day. “no. is he alright?” you ask walking over to her. “well. hes arrested. apparently they found him at the restaurant with a stolen car and coke in his nose.” you look at her dumbfounded. “but he got beat up pretty bad. and he was talking about how he got threatened by some dude with a mask. cops think he's bonkers,” alice adds. “might've been the reaper,” trew says as he takes a donut from the box mike laid out. you cringe at that and immediately think of george, “hopefully not.”

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skylarmoon71 · 1 year

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Aaron Hotchner - Oneshot (Criminal Minds/Grimm Crossover)

“Can we just go over what happened again?”

When you were called to Aaron Hotchner’s office, you didn’t think it was for another report. Earlier that day the unsub they’d been tracking had made a bold move. He’d infiltrated the BAU. Unlucky for him, he’d decided to take you hostage. When they found him he was unconscious with a claw mark across his face.

You’d confessed to striking him, after all it was self defense. But you insisted that the mark was not your doing. No one asked questions. No one but Hotch it seemed. You worked in another department. The meeting was purely coincidence. So now why did the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit want to run through the events again.

“I don’t mean to be rude sir, but I spoke to the agents earlier. I defended myself. That was all. “

“You don’t seem affected, most people have a harder time dealing with an attack like what you experienced. “

“I’m well adjusted. This is the FBI after all.”

“Those marks, they were already on his face.”

“That’s what I said.”

You were getting a bit agitated.

Hotch closed the folder in front of him, and when he stood, shutting the blinds, you could feel yourself becoming a bit tense. He was now standing at the door, facing you.

“Let’s not waste each other’s time. You’re wesen.”

You flinch, instinctively woging. Hotch barely reacted when the white fur took over your skin. The glow of your green eyes is now prominent.

“A Pflichttreue, that explains a lot.”

You jumped back, changing back.

“Y-You’re going to kill me.”

You looked terrified, and Hotch shook his head. He moved back to his desk, and you backed up into the wall.

“I was just curious. I need to know you aren’t a danger to my team and anyone else here.”

“That’s rich coming from a Grimm!!”

He understands the reaction.

“I’m not some unhinged vigilante if that’s what you’re worried about. I have no reason to come after you. Not unless you give me one. “

That was definitely a threat.

“That’s all. “

Hotch sat back down, and you barely moved. A part of you really thinks this is a game. Maybe a test.

“Is..is that it?”

“What were you expecting?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe you, jumping from over your desk and chopping off my head.”

“I don’t walk around with a machete. You should stop reading those nursery rhymes. “

Now he was mocking you.

“Have a nice day.”

That’s all he says, and you send him a look before carefully moving to the door. The second you’re outside, you pace, not before sending a look in his direction.

Of all the places you could have encountered a Grimm, why did it have to be at your work.

You weren’t exactly looking forward to meeting him again.

“Hold the elevator!”

The call makes you smile, and you hold it open as Penelope runs over in her usual floral outfit.

“(Y/N)!!”

She’s wearing that bright smile.

“Good morning Garcia, beautiful outfit as usual.”

“Thank you, thank you.” She gives a little curtsey, and right before the elevator begins to close again, a hand stops it.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you.”

You’re quick to apologize. Whoever it was had dropped their briefcase, and you kneel, picking it up as you send them a smile.

“Here you g..” When you straighten, the male is not who you expect. You swallow. It’s almost a reflex.

“Thank you. “ You backtrack, and he steps in.

“Good morning Hotch!”

Garcia greets, then goes on a rant about something or the other. You barely hear it. You only process it when the conversation ends.

“I’ll see you up there boss. Bye (Y/N)!!” Garcia waves and you try to step out with her.

“Garcia, wait!” The door closes in your face. Hotch isn’t standing that far behind you. You step to one side.

“I already told you I won’t hurt you. “

“Sorry if I don't have absolute faith in a killer.”

That apparently has struck a nerve, because he turns around and you back into the wall when he gets closer. He’s so much closer, and you have to hold your breath.

“I’m not a killer.”

You want to bark another retort, but his eyes, there’s sincerity. Not something you thought you’d ever see from a Grimm. You can’t look away. Truth is you’re just surprised by it all. Because you knew what he did. He saved lives. Had you never found out about his true identity, you would have still admired the profiler. He was a hero. In more ways than one.

But his legacy, that’s what scared you. Seeing him on a daily basis was alarming. It felt like you were tempting faith every time you came into work. Every other wesen in their right mind would have immediately put in for a transfer, or simply quit. Money wasn’t worth losing your head over.

The ding echoes, and Hotch takes a step back.

“Have a good day Ms. (L/N).”

When he’s gone, you finally release your breath.

“Mothertrucker.”

He may not have been a killer, but he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

~~~~

“(Y/N).”

The call from your boss makes you turn.

“Yes sir.”

“Aaron Hotchner has requested your assistance. Their tech analyst is currently unavailable. A family matter.”

“That’s right.”

She’d gone back home to visit family because of the passing of one of her relatives. You’re sympathetic, but then his request runs over in your mind.

“I’m sure there is someone more qualified.”

“He specifically requested to work with you. Apparently Ms. Garcia thinks very highly of your skills. “ Your boss sounds proud. The last thing you want to do is let him down, but you’re not exactly ecstatic.

“I’ll do my best sir.”

Getting a request from the BAU of all departments is every tech head's dream. You excuse yourself, moving to gather your stuff. You know Garcia was just trying to be helpful, but Hotch, he knew. Yet he still asked for you.

“He’s either a sadistic moron.”

Or..someone is in real danger.

Both options make you a bit queasy. You step into the elevator, and the second you’re in there, you have a little mantra to get through the day. The ding alerts you that it’s time to get to work. You step through the door, and you search for Hotchner. The familiar dark haired female is who you run into.

“(Y/N), I heard you’ll be running the case with us.”

Prentiss' smile is inviting, and it helps to calm your nerves.

“Yes. Mr. Anderson was really excited when your boss called for me. I think I almost saw him crack a smile.” Prentiss laughs as she guides you to the round table. When you get there the case files are already laid out, and JJ has the remote, about to start the briefing.

Hotch is standing, eyes moving in your direction the second you’re inside.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’ll be going with us until Garcia gets back on Friday.”

They all nod, giving little introductions. For the most part you know all of them pretty well. Garcia was always very descriptive when talking about her friends. You’ve met most of them at least once. You take a seat, and JJ begins.

As she’s running over the case, you fail to catch the look Hotchner sends you.

It's fleeting.

Gone in a blink of an eye.

“Something you want to tell me Hotch?

Rossi thought he’d imagined it on the plane ride, but spending two days on the hunt for a killer in the streets of New York, he was sure about it now.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hotch’s focus is on the map.

“That new Tech analyst. You haven’t taken your eyes off her since she came. You’re either concerned she’s the unsub we’re looking for or..”

Hotch didn’t reply to the insinuation.

“I’m just being careful.”

“Of course.”

Rossi didn’t sound convinced, and he left the room when the detective they’d been talking with entered. Hotch looked down when he heard the buzzing of his phone. He flipped it open.

“Hotchner.”

“I know where he’s holding them.”

That was all he wanted to hear. Hotch gestures to Rossi and they all head in the direction of the office you are working in. Prentiss and Reid are strapping on their vests.

“Hotch he has a stream going. We need to take it down. He lives for the attention he gets.” Morgan explains.

Hotch’s eyes turn to you.

“Can you disable it from here?”

You shake your head. He’d caught the slight tremble in your hands as you worked to try and remove the feed. The views were increasing with each passing second. It’s clear that the graphic video is not what you’re used to. But you’re doing a decent job of holding it together.

“Whatever he’s using is doing a good job of rerouting my connection. Just watching this right now is a task. He’s streaming through a very sophisticated program. I..” You let out a breath.

“I need to access his computer, or at least be in the same room as his router.”

He was afraid you would say that.

“We’ll find another way.”

“NO!”

They all turn at your yell.

“People are…they could die if I don’t help. I have to help.” Hotch exchanges a look with the others.

It looks like there isn’t another choice.

“We need to get you a vest.” You nod, and they begin gearing up.

You swallow.

“I can do this.” You need the mental talk, because this wasn’t cleaning a computer virus, or uploading software. You were about to encounter a real killer. Whether you liked it or not.

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“We have the area surrounded. He’s not getting away.” Hotch nods.

“Morgan, Reid JJ, take the back. Rossi, Prentiss you’re with me and Ms (L/N).” Your hand tightens on the laptop in your hand.

“Are you ready?”

Was anyone ever really ready to face a serial killer.

“I’m ready.” They begin to fall out, and you follow closely. The plan was simple. Hotch’s group was tasked with protecting you. Morgan’s squad is handling the unsub. They know the moment the feed is gone, he would come looking, and they would have an opening.

Everyone spreads out. Sneaking into the house is easier than you expect. But you supposed the team knew that too.

“Narcissists are overconfident. He thinks he won’t get caught.” Hotch is watching your back as you work through his program, and you nod at the explanation. You’re clicking at the keys, and when the green bars pop up, Hotch recognizes the way your shoulders relax.

“Almost there.” You whisper.

“Overconfident?”

The new voice makes your body stiffen, and when you hear a gun cock, your fingers stop their tapping. Hotch has his gun aimed in the unsub’s direction. He’s on the opposite side of the room, a grin on his face, gun in his hand. You don’t move an inch, and Hotch stands in front of you protectively.

“They wanted it, all I did was give them what they wanted.” You clench your fist, your eyes glow, teeth gritted. Hotch can hear the low growl behind him.

“They did huh.” You challenged.

You woge, and his eyes grow wide, he falls backwards dropping the gun in the process and Hotch rushes forward, dropping and cuffing him quickly. You roll your neck, changing back, but the unsub is still screaming. His yells draw in the rest of the team. When Morgan enters he’s a bit confused at the fearful cries.

“We found them, all safe. We made it just in time.” You release a sigh, and Hotch begins leading the killer out the room. Your eyes follow him all the way out. Morgan walks over giving you a pat on the shoulder as SWAT begins falling inside.

“Good work. Not bad for a rookie.” He gives you a little grin, and you nod.

This was not what you expected at all, but at least his victims are safe. That’s all that matters.

The ride back is fairly quiet. Not much is said. Hotch notices the way your eyes are directed out the window.

You’d been evaluating a lot.

After getting off the jet, everyone had pretty much called it a night. You were at the round table gathering your tablet and computer. Hotch’s gaze stays planted on you as he stands by the door.

“You’re not at all what I expected. “

You finally turn to him.

“I’m sorry for what I said. You’re not a killer. Not even close.”

Seeing the way he’d saved not just you, but all those victims, it was incredible. You’d spent so many hours behind the safety of your screens. A barrier you suppose that kept you protected from the part of the world you rather not see.

“If you ever need my help, I’m here.”

He respects that declaration. Hotch knows what it took for you to even work the case with them. Although the seriousness of the situation outweighed your personal views, you still could have refused. But you took it regardless. Even after finding out he was the one that requested you.

You hold out your hand, and Hotch moves closer, shaking it.

When you pull back, you smile.

“In the future however, I’d advise against boring holes in the back of my head. Your coworkers think you have the hots for me.”

Hotch couldn’t hide his surprise at the observation, which just made your smile widen.

“I may not be a profiler, but I’m not stupid. I can tell when someone is marking me.”

Your eyes glowed, and you let out a soft growl, chuckling. Heaving your bag on your shoulder, you blinked the light away.

“See you later sir.”

There was a bit of mocking in your tone, and Hotch himself smiled when you left.

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Criminal Minds

"Hide the sun

You should save your eyes

A thousand voices howling in my head."

#music: black out days by phantogram #criminal minds #fandom #cm #cm fandom #spencer reid #mgg #mgg angst #fanart #art #artist #matthew gray gubler #adam jackson #jackson rathbone #conflicted #unsubs #criminal minds unsubs #criminal minds edits

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

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𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

𝚃𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 (𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛)

𝙼𝚛. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 (𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛)

𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛)

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍

𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛

𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛

𝙴𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈

𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚂𝙰 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎)

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𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎)

𝐍𝐎. 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐒

𝟷𝟺 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍

𝟷 𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝟷 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟸, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾

#UNSUBS #CRIMINAL MINDS UNSUB OC #OC PROFILE #ro's fanfic ocs

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 7 months

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#criminal Minds #unsubs #serial killers #poll #I only included ones that showed up in more than one episode as the unsub

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strawbeerossi · 6 months

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Blade

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ghostface!Spencer Reid x Ghostface!Elle Greenaway

Description: It’s Halloween night and the streets of Washington DC are a ghost town because of the new curfew put into place after the sudden uprise in murders. Unbeknownst to you, the two people who are on a spree are planning on trick-or-treating tonight. Their treat? You

Content/Warnings: Noncon/dubcon (not sure which one applies cause I’m new to this tbh), knife play, blood, spitting, ffm threesome, crying, fuck-or-die scenario (if you squint), penetration with foreign object, oral (f + m receiving), face sitting, face fucking, unprotected sex (have you ever noticed how I never write protected sex?), breeding kink, creampie

Word Count: 3.6K

Kinktober Day Fourteen: Knife Kink

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The streets of Washington DC were empty, an eerie fog picking up within the night. Halloween night was usually far different, the many parties going on for adults or the children trick-or-treating and lighting up the dimly lit neighborhoods scattered across the city. This year, fear suffocated the city, a masked killer haunting the area while brutally murdering people and showing absolutely no remorse.

The BAU was working days on end, every lead being buried so deep that not even the brilliant mind of Penelope Garcia could dig them up. Every phone call made could never be traced, no voice recognition because of the device concealing the true voice of the culprit and changing the tone. The hopes weren’t high, the best bet was waiting for this person to get sloppy. It was just a shame because this man knew exactly what he was doing.

None of you had even begun to think of the possibility of it being a team, the kills all perfectly aligned to the point that it had to be a coordinated unsub who’d planned this. The team has been sent home for the night, knowing that you all needed sleep over anything else. It was easier said than done, especially whenever you couldn’t manage to lay down without hearing some bump that had you shooting right back up. Even in an apartment where numerous sounds were normal, you were on the highest of alert.

You had just finished a brief phone call with Spencer, entrusting your closest friend and coworker in your struggles to sleep. He’d commented that he understood and was going through the same issues, telling you numerous things to try and relax yourself enough to sleep. You told him you’d call him later, opting to take a shower before bed in hopes it would relax your tensed muscles.

Little did you know, you gave him just what he wanted.

Your hands were moving to slowly turn the water of the shower head off, a sigh leaving your lips as you felt comfortable. That was what you needed. As your hand dipped out of the shower curtain, you were retrieving the towel hanging on the hanger beside you. Before you could attempt to dry yourself, you were groaning whenever the power had been flipped off. It was storming outside, so you assumed it had to do with the weather. As peaceful as the sounds of rain were, you hated some of the after effects due to the downpour. After using the towel to wrap around yourself, you pulled back the shower curtain.

You had a bad feeling. You weren’t sure exactly why but there was just an uneasy feeling filling your stomach. Maybe it was because of the dark? Your hand was grabbing your phone from the counter, turning on the device’s flashlight before you were approaching your bedroom door. For once in the night, there was silence. Maybe your noisy neighbors finally went down for the night.

The spooky ambience really added on to the Halloween feel, however you weren’t too fond of it tonight. Even in the safety of your apartment, you felt like someone was watching you. Using the handy flashlight feature and safely navigating back to your bedroom, you were contemplating for a few moments before closing your bedroom door, locking it for another sense of security.

Taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, you were trying to convince yourself that you were nervous for no reason. Nobody could get in. You locked the front door and now your bedroom door, you were safe.

“It’s probably a good thing you locked the door. Could you imagine who can come in at any time?” A disguised voice sounded from the other side of the room, making your heart fall to your stomach. “For an FBI profiler, you aren’t very observant.” You didn’t dare turn around, body paralyzed in fear. “You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” You asked, voice as steady as you could get it when there was a laugh behind you. “No. I’m not gonna kill you. Not if you listen to everything you’re told.” Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut from fear.

“Now,” The feeling of the gloved hand against your back made you flinch, however it was like the delicate touch was attempting to soothe you. “Turn around and look at me, hmm? Let me see that pretty face.” You had the mind to deny it, to say no and try and attempt to run, even if you wouldn’t get far. However, you wanted to stay alive, so your body was slowly turning around. “There she is.” The masked figure sighed in content, right hand gripping a blade as the opposite was coming up to pull the mask off.

Your eyes widened, the tears still pouring from the corners and soaking your face. Elle Greenaway was standing in front of you, looking at you with an undeniable hunger in her eye.

You hadn’t seen her in years, not after she lost her job and she was forced out. “Is this a joke?” You asked first and foremost. Surely it was an unfunny practical joke that your ex coworker was putting on. However she made it painfully clear that it wasn’t when the blade in her hand was brought to your neck. “Wait!” You rushed, still frozen from fear while you could hear shuffling from another area of your apartment. This was beyond your bedroom door. “He takes forever. Fuck. He almost missed the fun!” Elle commented, now using her knife to nick your flesh while watching the slow stream of blood trickle down your skin, smiling with satisfaction before leaning forward. You didn’t know what to expect but when you felt her tongue lap over the crimson fluid from your skin, you could feel your cheeks flushing.

Were you really turned on right now?

You didn’t have much time to question it as the woman took the opportunity of you being lost in your own thoughts to move you and unlock your bedroom door. “About time,” She scoffed, making the masked figure stop as he realized she had taken her mask off. “What the hell?” He asked immediately, not having time to stop Elle from yanking the mask off of his head as well.

You could’ve expected anyone else in the world but when you saw Spencer’s wide eyes from beyond the mask, you could feel your blood run cold. You’d told Spencer all of your plans for tonight just for him to make plans to break into your apartment? You could only assume he was going to kill you and the amount of betrayal that consumed you was enough to throw you into the pits of hell without needing to be murdered first. “Look at her! We can’t hurt her. Besides, she’s already so graciously agreed to celebrate the holiday with us tonight. I feel like we deserve a trick-or-treat break.” She began while smirking as the dots were soon being connected by Spencer as he nodded slowly. “Are we sure this is a good idea? Keeping her alive keeps a giant target on our backs since you got the bright idea to show our faces.” He grumbled. “I’ve been to prison once before and I promise you that I would rather die than end up in there again.” He said in a simple tone, making his partner wave him off. “I don’t think we will have a problem with her. Besides, the goal was to catch her in the shower but someone showed up too late.”

You were silent as you’d realized your vulnerable state, wrapped up in only a towel that you’d managed to squeeze tighter around your body. This was insane. “You two are fucking nuts.” As quickly as you found your voice, you were losing it again the moment you had the blade pressed against your throat again. “Watch your fucking mouth.” Elle spat while her intense gaze had you squeezing your thighs together. Being with two profilers, albeit one former, it wasn’t hard for them to notice the way your pupils were blown out, face flushed, the way your grip on the towel was turning your knuckles white.

“Are you really turned on right now?” Spencer asked, a thick tension clouding the room as he was moving closer to you, eyes trailing to the knife in Elle’s hand while he was pulling his out soon after. Holding it up in front of your face, he raised an eyebrow. “You like the idea of getting fucked by people trying to kill you?” He was amused, making you blush from embarrassment. “She’s a whore. You should’ve seen her reaction when I licked her neck earlier.” Elle added soon after, both of their intense gazes making you want to fall to your knees.

As the woman in front of you dragged the tip of the knife from your neck to your shoulder, she sighed in content. “Try it. It’s fun. I think she gets off on the idea of you cutting her, marking her like she’s only ours.” She hummed, watching as Spencer nodded, although his blade was rested under your chin, using a light push to tilt your head up to face him. “You like my knife? Even though I could kill you with it?” He asked, his honey colored eyes hidden behind the cloud of lust overshadowing the beautiful irises. As he let the blade trail from your chin to your neck, his eyes were fixated on your face, watching as you let your eyes flutter shut.

“What kind of slut likes this shit? You really are a whore.” He spat. This wasn’t a side of Spencer that you ever thought you’d see, however you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He applied more pressure, the blade breaking the skin as he ran it down your neck to your shoulder. It wasn’t deep enough to scar, however the sight of your blood covering your skin had his cock stirring in his pants. Like Elle, Spencer had leaned forward to lap up the metallic fluid. He did something a little different though. “Open your mouth.” He grumbled, the mix of your blood and his spit sitting on his tongue. You obliged, mouth open as you had stuck your tongue out as well, which earned a chuckle from the woman watching the scene.

Spencer spit the mixture into your mouth, his free hand forcing your mouth closed while giving you no choice but to swallow it. The act had your cunt clenching around nothing, arousal building in your stomach. “She listens well. We might have to keep her alive after all.” The woman mused while the man in front of you was putting the handle weapon in his mouth, quickly ripping the towel off of your exposed body while grinning around the black handle. Taking it from his mouth, the knife was soon back in Spencer’s hand and running down the valley of your breasts, your breathing picking up from the adrenaline.

He really could gut you like a fish right now but here he is, dragging the knife over your flushed flesh while smirking. Your pussy was glistening from how wet you’d been from this whole encounter.

The knife was dragging down your stomach, then dropping to your thighs as he traced it over your inner thigh. Your mouth was agape, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Let’s see how good that cunt is, hmm?” Elle finally commented, getting bored of only watching as she was flipping her knife around, hand moving to hold the blade while she was dropping to her knees in front of you. “She’s soaking wet, Spencer. Look at this.” The woman taunted, the male dropping to his knees as well while leaving you blushing.

You were anticipating what move they would make next. What you weren’t expecting was for the blunt handle of the knife to tap against your swollen clit, making your eyes widen. “It’s not that big.” Elle commented, laughing as her free hand was moving to spread your labia apart, looking at your desperate hole attempting to clench around nothing as she sighed in content.

“Let’s give that greedy pussy what she wants.” She’d commented, pushing the end of the knife into your cunt, a grin on your face as your desperate hole was eagerly sucking the weapon in. As her hand was moving slowly to fuck you with the knife, you were left to be a whining mess. This was fucked. You should’ve been terrified, ready to fight back even though you knew you’d die. Instead, you were getting pounded with the handle of a knife while being reduced to a moaning and whining mess. The unholy sounds of your pussy squelching around the knife was enough to make things progress quite quickly.

Cruelly, Elle was taking stopping her actions and ultimately tossing the knife on the floor, a huff of displeasure leaving your lips from the emptiness. “Don’t you huff at me. You know, you don’t deserve this.” She spat, her head moving closer to your core as her tongue swiped over your clit with a soft hum, grinning once you’d gripped her hair. “That’s right. Gonna fuck this desperate cunt with my tongue, bet you want that so bad.” Her words were low, her hands resting against your thighs as her tongue was sliding along your slit, collecting every ounce of your essence that you were happy to let her drink up and savor.

“Oh fuck,” You panted, feeling the woman waste no time as her tongue was pistoning your slick hole with no remorse, as if you were the piece of candy she’d gotten for wearing such a clever costume tonight. Spencer had already discarded his robe by that point, palming his hard cock in his pants as he watched the scene go down in front of him.

Her tongue was massaging your inner walls, your moans in sync as she was slurping and sucking at your desperate cunt. She knew exactly what she was doing, her attention moving to your clit while she was sliding two fingers into your cunt without warning. It was enough to make you grip her hair and attempt to shove her face deeper. With her middle and ring fingers, she was scissoring your cunt as she curled them deep inside of you, your walls spasming around her fingers as you could feel your arousal building. The first orgasm you had was powerful, the way you gripped tightly onto Elle while desperately rocking your hips and whimpering softly.

Spencer was humming as he glanced at the woman beside him, her mouth wet with your cum and arousal as she was pulling back after licking up your mess from your cunt and thighs. “Alright. I feel like it’s my turn. That’s fair, right?” He questioned, although he wasn’t delving into your cunt, no, he was pushing himself to stand. “On your knees.” He murmured, hands working on his belt before undoing it, eventually pushing his pants down his legs as he kicked them off. You were mesmerized, seeing the outline of his cock that was being constricted in his boxers.

He hadn’t forgotten about your love of his knife though, kneeling down briefly to retrieve it while slowly running it down your cheek. “You don’t deserve to get fucked by me yet.” He murmured, eyebrows raised as you were seemingly not even listening to him, your hands moving to the waistband of his boxers to tug them down. Watching his cock slap against his stomach had an involuntary moan falling from your lips. “Yeah, figured you’d be a cockslut. Go on then.” He murmured, hand gripping your hair as he was leading you to his cock that was standing at attention. As soon as the tip was pushed past your lips, Spencer gave you a few seconds to get a rhythm going as you were sucking at his dick. However, he was frustrated at just how slow paced you were. That was when he took matters into his own hands, keeping his tight grip on your hair as he was roughly thrusting into your mouth.

The sudden intrusion had you gagging, tears brimming your eyes while you were staring up at Spencer through your eyelashes. “Fuck. That’s right. You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth. Take it like a champ.” He grunted, hips snapping as you were reduced to gagging, moaning, and whining while attempting to bob your head in time with his thrusts. It didn’t work out that way. Spencer craved control, that was why he even worked with Elle in the first place. He’d spent years being the shy guy who had no idea what to do or wanted to hold back. Now however, he had no remorse as he had you crying from him fucking your throat raw. Much to your dismay, you were being roughly yanked off of his cock by your hair.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m wasting my cum in your mouth. You’re gonna have to take it in that desperate little pussy of yours. Bet you’d like the idea of me filling you up, marking you as mine. You know.. I bet you’d like me to fuck my load deep inside of you, get you pregnant? Then what would you do? You’d be stuck with me.” He smirked. He did like the idea of that. The idea of you being quiet and keeping him and Elle safe due to the fact you were filled with his child? It was enough to make his cock twitch.

“Get up. Get on the bed.” He ordered. He could order you around but he knew Elle wouldn’t follow his instructions. “Why don’t you sit on her face? Keep her whore mouth shut so the neighbors don’t think she’s getting murdered in here.” He suggested, the woman not needing to be told twice as she was shedding off her robe along with her pants and panties, not wasting any time to roughly shove your body back into your bed. “Gonna suffocate you with my pussy. I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you? To go out desperately licking and sucking on my cunt?” Elle and Spencer were both filthy talkers. That was for damn sure.

With your body falling against the plush mattress, you barely had time to react before the other woman was setting herself over your face. “I can’t wait to make a mess out of that pretty face.” She mused, waiting for Spencer to get situated before the two shared a glance while the male was getting between your legs, his hand coming down to give your pussy a smack while eliciting a squeak out of you. The sting hurt a little too good, the male taking note as he gave two more smacks before his hand was gripping his cock. He gave himself a few lazy tugs before getting situated, his cock slowly pushing into you. As much as he would’ve loved to split you open, he wasn’t planning on killing you nor seriously hurting you. His generosity was appreciated, even if that generosity didn’t last all too long.

The minute you had Elle’s soaked cunt hovering over your face, your hands were gripping her thighs as your tongue was flicking over her clit, relishing in the hint of her sweet essence. It wasn’t too long for her to take control though, all her weight being put onto your face as she was rolling her hips against your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Spencer had pulled out and roughly slammed into your pussy again.

Both of the people you feared so much earlier were using you like a fuck toy, Spencer pounding deep into your cunt while Elle was riding your tongue as you attempted to tongue fuck her, however the moans being muffled into her warmth from the assault on your pussy made it just a little difficult to focus. “Fuck. I think we may have to keep her locked up. Use this little whore for whatever we need her for. Especially after these stressful fucking days.” Spencer panted out.

Your body was nothing more than a toy, begging to be used and abused by the two psychopaths who seemingly pulled you into their spell.

Your second and final orgasm of the night was building with each rough thrust that Spencer granted you with, your face a mess from the sounds of you licking and sucking at Elle’s desperate pussy, the other woman moaning and demanding more out of you, as if that were possible. “Fuck. Wanna be filled with my cum, slut? I promise that you’re gonna be mine. Gonna mark you the only way I know how.” The feeling of your pussy clenching tightly around his cock was all he needed, ropes or his cum painting your inner walls, you were pretty sure he painted your womb just as much. Pulling his softening cock out of you, he was inspecting the damage. Your pretty cunt was glistening, cum just begging to come out as it ran down your inner thighs and onto your bedsheets.

As your tongue was lapping and desperately sucking at the woman’s clit, it wasn’t long until you could feel her creamy arousal paint your mouth area, even rubbing down to your neck as she was pushing her body off of you to fall back against the mattress. You were beyond fucked out, eyes closing as your chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace as you made an effort to catch your breath. “You know..” Elle began while glancing at Spencer, who’d already been pulling his clothes back on.

“I feel like you’re onto something with us taking her.” She commented, the two looking down at you as if they were predators and you were their helpless prey.

“Oh. She’s definitely coming with us.”

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