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gardengirl222 · 13 days

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Hi angel! thoughts on 80s!slasher!jj ?? I loveee ur work btw! sending hugs and kisses! 💗

ofccc!! this is fun lol - 80s!slasher!jj

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, violence, jealous!jj, death, slight breeding kink, threats, obsessed!jj, dark!jj - ₊˚⊹

you and jj would have never become friends if you both hadn't met while working together at the little fast-food diner inside the mall. he was usually working in the back, preparing the food, and you were usually on server duty. with your short white tennis skirt and the diner polo shirt uniform you could usually draw attention from guys who wanna take you out and possibly eat you, you were so sweet. but there were days when you and jj would both be on cashier duty, those were his and your favorite days, it was basically like hanging out all day side by side.

as the day dragged on it was getting closer to closing time, thank goodness you thought, already super exhausted. after a few minutes a group of preppy jerk jocks come in, one of the guys walking up to your register with a stupid smirk on his face, danny. "hey babygirl, can i get uh, the number 5 with a milkshake anduh- your number? " he tilts his head up, proud of his little pickup line. you shake your head with a small smile and silently scoff at his stupidity. jj who is currently helping another customer, listens in and watches the interaction by side eyeing you both every few seconds. jj's jaw ticks as he tries to let you handle it.

"a number 5 will that be all?" you continue to try and be professional with a sweet smile.

"uh no actually, how about- you let me take you to the prom," he smirks again.

"i'm actually out of town that day so-" you tilt your head and act uninterested.

"oh cuhmon- it'll be fun, you know you want to. i even booked a hotel room for that night and we'll-" danny persists further until he's interrupted by jj who snaps his head toward us.

"she said no man." jj warns, danny's mouth agape as he turns over to look at jj.

"was i talking to you maybank? cuz uh- i don't think i was." danny snickers almost trying to size jj up.

"i don't give a shit, she's clearly not interested." jj squints his eyes and nods to himself.

"oh woah! you've got yourself a little protector huh? no way this guy is your boyfriend right?" the guy turns to you and then back to jj. "i mean look at you! she's a total betty and you...you and your deadbeat dad aren't even good enough to scrape the dirt off our shoes." the boy scoffs and the rest of his friends snicker on cue.

jj tongues his cheek and grins in faux amusement, the guy turns around to walk off like a winner when jj reaches his arm out and taps the guy's shoulder. "hey man you forgot your-" jj grabs one of the milkshakes ready on the counter and throws it in the asshole's face, 'ruining' danny's gelled hair and expensive polo shirt. the diner fills with gasps, 'ooohs' and snickers.

"milkshake." jj finishes his sentence, and laughes through his nose. you stand there eyes wide as danny wipes the melted pink milk off his eyelids. "quit fuckin' around and get outta here" jj shoos the guy away with the motion of his hand as the humiliated boy walks away shouting back loudly "you are so dead maybank!"

"whata piece of shit." jj mumbles and slams his hand on the counter and turns to see the manager shaking his head, disappointed. jj goes into the kitchen leaving you there to process what just happened.

as the restaurant was about to close, you and jj were the only ones left, since you would have been closing together that night. the manager did fire him but somehow managed to stick around without him seeing jj.

you decided to let him do this thing inside the kitchen while you did the final table wipe-downs and setting up everything for tomorrow morning, time after time playing in the background. you hear some concerning noises coming from the kitchen area, knowing only jj was in there makes you stop and wonder why all the banging?, when another loud scary sound can be heard throughout the diner. you run behind the counter and around the corner to see what was making that noise, your eyes land on danny, dead, laying flat on his back on the floor with his face all burnt, bubbling, and bloody. you let out a horrified scream and cover your mouth immediately afterward, stumbling backward a bit and feeling nauseous. 'how did danny even end up back here?' you thought.

you feel your back bump into something, and you let out another spooked yelp, you feel two strong hands spin you around and when you look up, you realize it's only jj.

"jj, danny...he must have- the deep fryer-" you stutter, and he shushes you "i know, i know."

"we have to call the police! i-is he dead? oh god, i'm gonna be sick..." tears start to fall down your cheeks, terrified and confused by how jj isn't freaking out or doing anything about it. you squirm out of his grip and back away from him.

"jj? did you hurt danny? oh my god, did you burn his face off?" you ask with wide eyes, chest heaving.

jj nods but he doesn't look remorseful. you start to burst out in tears, unsure of what to do, you look over at the door and back over at jj who gives you a look of warning. he's all sweaty and dirty, his white shirt stained with grease and blood.

the jukebox continues to play music, where otherwise silence would fill the diner. you decide to make a run for the door, but he beats you to that. jj manages to stand in front of you, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes.

"i did that for you, i did it to protect you." he spits, looking down at you in disappointment.

"you're scaring me jj" you whine.

"why? i think you're being ungrateful." he whispers, looking down at you.

"you murdered him! jj you'll get in so much trouble, they'll know you did it!"

"no, manager man thought i left already..and i'll get him outta here so" he shrugs.

you whine again, eyes moving towards where danny was lying on the ground. jj snaps his fingers in front of your face to get you to pay attention to him again.

"what you want him? you liked that guy? huh?" he spits out frustratedly. you shake your head no, now too afraid to even speak "what so now im the bad guy? cause i got rid of him for YOU!" he shouts and you flinch, unsure of what to do now.

"you know what, fine, i think i deserve a little thank you don't you think?" he clenches his jaw again and yanks at your top pulling you to the other side of the counter, overlooking danny's corpse.

he bends you over and yanks your skirt down, you begin to cry when you realize what he's going to do. "no, jj no, i'm scared please" you sob too frozen in fear to move.

"you should see what i did with the rest of the bodies" he laughs quietly and reaches his hand around your waist to meanly grab your poor cunt, then pulling them to the side. you look down at the bloody dead body again and shut your eyes tight, then you feel jj's fat tip teasing your hole, sliding in your stickiness. "no, you are supposed to be my friend jj! friends don't do this!" you mewl.

he wraps his arm around your neck, trapping you in a headlock when he starts to push in to keep you from thrashing around. "shush, s'fine see? s'fine drama queen." he grunts in your ear, starting to slowly thrust in and out.

part of you wishes you had the strength to kick him off of you, but the other half is in heaven. "look at danny, you want him? wanna go to the prom with that? hmm?" he taunts, squeezing you tighter in the headlock with his beefy arms when you don't respond which makes you let out a whimpery moan.

"no! no, i don't wanna keep looking at him! it's making me sick!" you cry.

"i know, i know...grossing you out kinda turns me on though," he grunts again and laughs. he spits in his hand and uses that to sloppily rub your clit. the feeling of his spit mixed with your wetness makes you whine.

he keeps on pounding your pussy, letting you out of the headlock, and pushing your tits to press against the countertop. he smiles at all the little 'uh-uh's' you let out with each thrust.

"you feel better? yeah? you calm now?" he hums and brings his hand down to smack your ass causing you to squeal and push your ass out almost asking for more.

"yeah, i know mama, nobody's ever gonna touch you again kay?" his voice soft, making you nod slowly and dazed.

"say thank you and i'll let you cum." he pressures you, so close to spilling all over him.

"mmnnm jay-"

"use your manners c'mon" he cuts you off and brings his hand down again to start to rub your clit faster.

"thank you jayjay, thank you-" your cunt pulsing around his dick as you cum hard.

"atta girl, atta girl" he praises, then pushes into you harder than before, filling you up, and pulling out. he tucks himself away and moves your panties back to cover your cunt and to keep his cum and yours pooled in them. he pats your covered pussy and lets out a satisfied hum.

"go wait by the mall entrance n i'll take you home, jus' gonna get ridda this guy." he pats your ass and walks over to get rid of the bloody body. ᥫ᭡

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jupiterjames · 5 years

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ABC Tag Game

I’m answering the general call from @ltleflrt!

Rules: answer and tag other people lol

a. Age: 37

b. Birthplace: Georgia, USA

c. Current time: 10:19 PM

d. Drink you last had: cherry 7-Up. Don’t you judge me for being in GA and not drinking Coke. Cherry 7-Up is the only not-Coke product that is superior to a Coke product.

e. Easiest person to talk to: My twinsicle, @queenandthree and @ltleflrt

f. Favorite song: I always want to say “Sakura” by Moriyama Naotaro, but “Granted” by Josh Groban is way up there, too.

g. Grossest memory: Having to remove my own stitches on my neck after surgery in high school

h. Horror movies yes or no? Yes, but I don’t like slasher films after the 80′s.

i. In love? Nope.

j. Jealous of people: nope! JJ loves love, but doesn’t get out enough to be able to find it! Plus, no one wants to date a single mom! :D

k. there’s no k????

l. Love at first sight or should I walk by again? Definitely walk by again. I was too busy building elaborate daydreams in my head for stuff that’ll never come true.

m. Middle name: Astrid

n. Number of siblings? One twin sister, and three brothers.

o. One wish: To be healthy again and have a gainful career with benefits.

p. Person you last called? Does a video Skype call count? If so, my daughter.

q. Question you’re always asked? What’s your natural hair color? also, You kiss your mother with that mouth?

r. Reading anything right now? I’ve been re-reading some fics recently, but nothing new.

s. Song you last sang: I’m almost always singing all the time in every situation, but I think it was The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack.

t. Time you woke up? 8:00 AM, thanks, Benadryl! :D

u. Underwear color: Purple!

v. Vacation destination: I wanna go back to the BEACH!

w. When was the last time you really laughed? This morning watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

x. Xrays? I’ve had so many of all types over the years, I’ll bet I’m totally radioactive now.

y. Your favorite food? Strawberries! Also taco salads, and Korean BBQ!

z. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius

#memes with lime #JJ with lime

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connorrhodess · 6 years

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Not Alone - Lakewood is Cursed

Pairing: Criminal Minds x Chicago PD x reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, graphic (kinda)

Welcome to Lakewood: A small town that no one really knows or cares about. I moved here about 2 years ago, and shortly after I did, the Lakewood slasher terrified the town, myself included. And it turned out, the Lakewood slasher turned out to be Piper Shaw, the half-sister of my friend, Emma. The whole reason she did it was because Emma’s mom abandoned her after she had her all because Piper’s father was the notorious Brandon James, the original mass murderer in Lakewood back in the 80s. Piper figured that she would have this whole murder spree to get back at Emma for having the perfect life. At the end of that spree, Emma, Noah, Audrey, Me, Kieran, Brooke and Jake were left. Now 3 months later, there’s another killer on the loose.

“Have any of you heard from Jake today?” Brooke asked. I have to admit, I hadn’t. His parents went on the trip to Mexico, so I figured he tagged along last minute.

We all shook our heads. “You guys still fighting?” I questioned. Brooke and Jake fought often, so when they weren’t texting each other, it wasn’t much of a surprise.

“Yeah, but I’m not gonna text him first. I’m trying to prove a point.”

“I’m gonna text him real quick, just to check in.” I told her, earning a shocked look in doing so. “He’s my best friend. I wanna make sure he’s okay.”

It was true. When I moved to Lakewood, Jake showed me the ropes; where each classroom was, invited me to sit with him at lunch and even helped me with my locker every once and awhile.

Hey, it’s just me. I know you and Brooke are still fighting, but I just wanna check in. You okay?

I sent it before rejoining the group conversation. “They’re announcing the Lady of the Lake nominees today.” Emma announced, “And I think we know one of them!” She gestured towards Brooke.

“I don’t event want to be in the stupid pageant.” She mumbled.

“So then why are you doing it?” Noah asked her.

“My dad is making me. He thinks it’ll make him look good as mayor.” She rolled her eyes.

I stood there, my boyfriend, Kieran next to me, when I felt my phone vibrate. It was Jake.

Yeah, I’m good. I know they announce the Lady of the Lake nominees today. Thought maybe I would text her before she goes up there.

I smiled slightly. I have to admit, I loved Brooke and Jake’s relationship. They did fight a lot, but I could tell by the look on his face, he was head over heals for her.

All of us head into the auditorium just in time, sitting close to each other.

“And that's why it gives me great pleasure to announce the five finalists that will compete in the up-and-coming Lady of the Lake Pageant. As I call out your names, please come to the stage. Andrea Conway, Jamie Blumhardt, Jennifer Gutierrez. Zoe Vaughn, And last but not least, our final contestant... Brooke Maddox. And there you have it! The five lovely finalists to compete for the title: "Lady of the Lake.””

Just as they released the banner, blood starting pouring down on Brooke, before a body drops down. I couldn’t see who it was, all I saw was Brooke’s horrified facial expression and heard her scream.

Meanwhile in Quantico….

The group sat at the round table as Garcia started presenting the case.

“Okay friends, do any of you remember the Lakewood Slasher from last year?” She starts.

“Yeah, I remember hearing about it. Piper Shaw killed people who were friends with her half sister to get back at her mother for abandoning her.” Reid informs.

“Where’s the father?” Derek asks, knowing Reid knows the answer.

“He was the original Lakewood Slasher back in the 1980s. He killed 5 of the kids he went to school with before getting shot at the local lake.”

“Well, they believe there’s another one out there. Earlier today, a Jake Fitzgerald was…well, he was quite literally slashed, then wrapped up in a banner for the annual ‘Lady of the Lake’ thing, and when they unraveled it, his girlfriend was covered in blood.” Gacia informs, putting the images on the screen.

“Have we been invited in?” JJ sighed.

“No, the killer tells them not to call any form of law enforcement. The state police invited us in, however we have to keep everything away from the press. If he finds out the FBI is in Lakewood, he may escalate or stop all together.” Hotch mentions, swiping through the photos on the tablet.

“And why is the Chicago police department joining us?”

“It’s the intelligence unit. The sergeant’s niece is involved and they figured we could use the backup, which we could. Wheels up in 30.”

Back in Chicago…

Voight sat in his office, jotting down important facts about the case. A knock at the door gets his attention.

“Almost ready to go?” Jay interrupts, looking at what he was doing.

“It scares the crap out of me that she is about to go through this a second time. It’s her senior year of high school. This shouldn’t be her life.”

“We’re gonna get ‘em. Just wait until I get my hands on him.” Voight nods, glancing at the photo of his niece. He stands grabbing Jake’s file and Piper’s, briefing the team.

“When we get there, we are taking orders from the BAU, you got me? We don’t want him to know that he’s got the FBI and Intelligence there, alright? Upton, you think you can go undercover?”

She nods. “Of course. Where would you want me?”

“There’s a tiny coffee shop in town. Be a customer. If he’s a local, chances are he goes there, too. Halstead, Ruzek, and Atwater, I want you guys at any social events this guy can be at. The “Lady of the Lake” pageant is this weekend at a carnival. Be there, badges and guns hidden, you hear me? Burgess, Olinsky, you’re both going to help the Lakewood police, see if they need anything. Lindsay, Dawson and I are going to be with the BAU trying to figure out who this son of a bitch is. Never go anywhere without backup and keep me and the FBI updated, got it?” Everyone nodded in agreement. “Good, let’s get out of here.”

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED AND ENCOURAGED PLS AND THX

#Criminal Minds #Chicago PD #scream #mtv scream #scream imagine #criminal minds imagine #One Chicago #chicago pd imagine #not alone series

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alienvirals · 7 years

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Sorry, Ridley Scott: Sigourney Weaver is the only true Alien scream queen

Its a shame the veteran British film-maker has blocked Neill Blomkamps plan to resurrect Ellen Ripley (again) in favour of a tedious-sounding Prometheus sequel

Let me paint for you, just for a moment, a nightmarish scenario to compare with the hellish visions seen in HR Gigers Necronom IV, the Swiss surrealist painters inspiration for his later work on the hideous xenomorphs in 1979s Alien.

Imagine for a moment that George Lucas, not long after Disney hired JJ Abrams to direct the first new Star Wars movie in more than a decade perhaps even after the release of that first teaser trailer for The Force Awakens, which sent everyone into apoplexies of expectation found something in the small print that allowed him to change his mind about handing over the long-running space saga to a bunch of newbies.

Phones suddenly buzz in Tinseltown, frowns are seen erupting on the foreheads of Mouse House lawyers, and within days the creator of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader announces that the whole darn $4.05bn sale of Lucasfilm to Disney is off. Instead, Star Wars fans can look forward to a Lucas-scripted spin-off about Jar Jar Binks ongoing political battle with the Trade Federation.

Fortunately for Star Wars fans, gorgeous George remains locked out of the Jedi braintrust. But a similar dynamic of huge anticipation followed by crushing disappointment has been playing out for real among Alien acolytes over the past year or so. Ridley Scotts middling Prometheus may not have been the Phantom Menace of Alien prequels, but compared with Neill Blomkamps uber fan-friendly pitch for a belated sequel to 1986s Aliens starring Sigourney Weaver and Michael I wanna introduce you to a very personal friend of mine Biehn, it might as well have been.

Blomkamps Alien concept was very nearly the Deadpool of sci-fi movies, resurrected by 20th Century Fox from Hollywood development hell after the film-maker began posting concept art for an abandoned film featuring Weaver as Ripley, Biehn as Corporal Dwayne Hicks, and an all-new take on Gigers famous xenomorphs on Instagram. The internet went into predictable meltdown and the District 9 director dramatically announced in February last year that the studio had given him permission to move ahead.

Then Scott, like some terrifying party-pooping alien critter bursting out of funs chest cavity, stepped in to make it clear that his own Alien movie, a sequel to Prometheus now titled Alien: Covenant, must take priority. So instead of a Weaver-led movie from one of Hollywoods most promising young science fiction film-makers aimed at restoring the saga to its pre-Alien 3 glory, we face the prospect of another portentous pseudo-origin story about mankinds connections to the xenomorphs and their utterly tedious extra-terrestrial Engineer creators. Or if things go really badly, another three movies on said subject matter.

Ridley asked Neill not to make our Alien til after Prometheus 2, confirms Weaver in new comments published by Indiewire. He wanted his movie to shoot and be released first. But [our Alien film is] an amazing script, and Neill and I are really excited about doing it … Its just going to take a little bit longer to get out to you, but itll be worth the wait.

So why is Blomkamps movie a more attractive prospect than Scotts, especially when the veteran British film-maker kicked off the entire slasher-in-space subgenre with 1979s searingly superb Alien? The answer lies in Weavers return and the pitching of the new movie at the point just before the long-running sci-fi saga began to haemorrhage all credibility.

In the real world, David Finchers Alien 3 by no means a terrible film, yet hardly one which makes any real argument for its own existence debuted in 1992, followed by the ersatz afterthought of Jean-Pierre Jeunets Alien Resurrection (complete with clone Ripley and her half-xenomorph child) in 1997. Lets not even mention the two execrable Alien vs Predator spin-offs.

But in Blomkamps wonderful new fantasy timeline, these movies never happened. With the slate miraculously wiped clean (no one knows quite how, and the film-maker himself partially backtracked on his own promise at one point), Ripley and Hicks can set off for new adventures after destroying the xenomorph-infested planetoid at the end of James Camerons Aliens (it was, after all, the only way to be sure). There might even have been space to bring back poor little Newt, the tough little orphan girl who many fans never forgave Fincher for killing off at the start of Alien 3.

In the grand pantheon of great Ripley moments, almost all emanate from the first two Alien films. The warrant officers beautifully bleak sign-off after destroying the final xenomorph in Alien; her sweary mecha-suited battle with the giant queen in Aliens. These are performances unparalled across three famous genres: action, horror and science fiction.

Meanwhile, Alien Covenant will offer us a film set on a mysterious planet (possibly the Engineers home world), where Michael Fassbenders David the android has been kicking his heels for 10 years waiting for a new human crew, led by Katherine Waterston, to turn up. There will be xenomorphs this time, but you get the impression Scott only agreed to include the monstrous beasties as a result of the popularity surrounding Blomkamps concept. As recently as 2014, he was still indicating that Gigers creations were gone forever.

Star Wars began to get back on track when it brought back centrepiece figures from the hugely popular original trilogy to inject The Force Awakens with some much-needed authenticity. Now its time for Alien to follow suit.

If the saga has any hope of getting back to its own 70s and 80s high point, it surely needs to bring the original all-action Hollywood scream queen along for the ride. Then fire up the afterburners and nuke the rotting corpse of Alien: Covenant from space.

Read more: http://www.theguardian.com/us

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gardengirl222 · 7 days

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lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b.

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath.

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds.

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip.

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside.

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you.

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving.

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle.

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared.

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly.

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him.

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face.

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy.

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl.

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying.

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt.

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy.

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal.

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy.

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him.

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels.

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall.

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood.

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table.

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder.

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in.

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face.

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly make you cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy.

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips.

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away. ᥫ᭡

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