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stardustbarbarians · 2 years

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It'd Be Safest If You Ran

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: A serial killer was loose in your town, but fear wasn't your reaction.

Tags: serial killer au (which means: blood, knives, talk of killing) implied obsessive behavior, smut MDNI (frottage, unprotected sex) blood kink, masochism, sadism, degradation

Trigger Warnings: as mentioned above: blood, knives, talk of killing (I restrained myself from going into detail I promise)

Words: 2.6 k

A/N: And to think this all started because of Highway Tune Josh

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There was a serial killer loose in your town. If you were anyone else, that might strike some fear into your heart.

Even more concerning was the fact that this killer seemed to target girls fitting your description.

You didn’t care.

Well, that wasn’t true. You did care, just not in the way you should.

See, you didn’t care about your life being in danger. You cared about this in the way it made you want to find this killer and fuck him while he covered you in your own blood.

That’s how, by some insane logic of yours, you ended up roaming the streets of your town pretending to be drunk in the hopes that the killer would find you. Your ankles were in pain from stumbling around in your heels and your skin had goosebumps all over it from the cold night air hitting your exposed skin, of which there was a lot of.

However, it seemed your plans were destined to fail.

“Woah, it’s not safe to be out this late,” someone - a man - called out to you from the front steps of his house. You looked over to see a face you recognized. It was the barista who worked at the coffee shop you were a patron of. His name was John, or something like that. He was in plaid pajama bottoms and wore no shirt, something you never knew you wanted to see until that moment.

“Jus’ walkin’ home,” you slurred out, waving the familiar face off.

“Mama, there’s a serial killer on the loose! I can’t let you wander around in good conscience,” he pressed, walking down off his porch and onto the sidewalk.

“I'm fine…” you giggle, raising your hands in the air in a carefree manner. You watched as the guy from the coffee shop’s eyes darted down to your legs, the hem of your dress inching up as you raised your arms.

He seemed to be transfixed momentarily, his warm brown eyes not moving from your skin for a good few seconds. You never really noticed until now, but the coffee shop guy was actually pretty as all hell. He had long, curly eyelashes that gave him a feminine look that contrasted with his beautifully chiseled jawline.

He wet his petal pink full lips before speaking again. “L-Let me walk you home.”

It was you who approached him, throwing your arms around his neck as you “tripped” into him. He let out a startled “Woah!” before his hands came to rest on your hips. They were warm.

“How… How about you invite me inside, pretty boy,” you slurred into his ear, sultry and seductive.

There was no missing the strained groan that slipped past those perfect lips, a product of you wiggling your hips slightly against his crotch.

“Uhh…” he cleared his throat, his voice cracking, “Are you sure, mama? You don’t know me.”

“You're the barista who remembers my order, I know who you are,” you purr, the fake lisp out of your words as you drop the drunk act.

At this, he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You recognize me?”

“Of course I do… mama.”

That seemed to convince him. With one final relenting whine, he pulled you into his house, kicking the door shut behind him with a loud slam!

You were pleasantly surprised as he slammed you against the wall, eating up the mewl you let out right out of your mouth. He wasn’t gentle as he threaded his fingers into your hair, his other hand gripping bruises into the flesh of your hip. With the grip in your hair, he yanked your head to the side to expose your neck.

He assaulted your neck like a starved dog would a filet of fresh beef. There was no set pattern as the man lathered your skin with his tongue, the skin rolling in between his teeth as he gnawed at it. He was biting down hard enough to feel deep indentations with his tongue. He’s not ashamed to admit the mere feeling of those teeth marks sent shivers across each inch of skin he had.

“Ah, fuck,” you moan out, the sharp pain of his teeth sinking into your neck enough to make arousal pool between your legs. Your own hands found their way into his hair, the mass of curls soft under your vice grip.

Your moans got even whinnier as he shoved his leg between your thighs. He didn’t speak when he commanded you to grind on his leg, instead he used his grip on you to force you to do just that until you got the hint yourself.

Your neck felt hot when he detached from it, his breathing heavy and eyes blown wide from lust. “That’s it, mama. Hump my leg like the bitch in heat you are.”

The degradation went straight to your pussy, electricity joltoing through your entire nervous system at his words. In response, you let out a sharp cry.

“You were out looking for trouble tonight, weren’t you?” he growled.

He began rocking his leg up and down, adding so much delicious friction to your clit.

“You were out there hoping that serial killer would choose you next, weren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer, the pleasure you were experiencing causing all coherent thought to evacuate your mind.

“Answer me!”

“Yes! Oh- FUCK! I was!”

He let out a dark chuckle that sent chills across your skin, his leg still rocking up and down. Suddenly, that warm smile you saw almost every morning while ordering coffee didn’t seem so sunny and warm. No, it was deranged and calculated. You liked it better that way.

“Well, guess what, mama? It’s your lucky day…”

Abruptly, he stopped moving his leg and his hand left your hip. It was as if you blinked and then there was a switchblade pressed against your neck, using the grip he had in your hair to yank your head back and fully expose your neck.

“You found just who you were looking for.”

Without any warning at all, he removed all contact with you save for the hold on your hair. It was by that grip in your hair that he dragged you down to his basement, no regard for your safety as you had no choice but to follow him.

It was when he was on the last few steps that he let go of your hair. Well, “let go” is relative. Some might say that he threw you down onto the concrete ground so hard that your knees would be bruised for weeks, but it’s all about perspective. For instance, your perspective at that moment was the ground moving beneath your eyes as he gripped the back of your dress and hauled you over to where a bare mattress was stationed at the center of the room.

“You’re such a fucking whore, strutting around like a piece of perfect bait, hoping that a killer would make you his next victim,” he growled, tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed mothing.

Once you were sprawled out onto the mattress, he manhandled you to your knees. There was no way to prepare for what he was about to do next.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded, your head tipped all the way back as you looked down the point of his knife.

Not one to disobey a direct order, you do as you’re told. Once you opened your mouth, you felt cold metal press against your lips: the knife.

Your initial reaction was to recoil, but his hand on the top of your head prevented you from moving away too much. However, it didn’t stop you from moving completely and soon you felt a stinging pain on your bottom lip. Soon after, warm liquid dripped sluggishly down your chin. You didn’t have to see it to know that it was blood.

However, he felt the need to show you that you were bleeding. With the hand that was holding the knife, he swiped his thumb across your chin, smearing the blood on your skin. You could smell it as he lifted his hand away from your chin, bringing his thumb up to his eye level and turning it side to side in order to fully look at it. He was gazing upon it in a revering manner. To him, your blood was something to be worshiped. That revelation made lust shoot through your veins.

Keeping the blood on his thumb, he returns to his prior task of putting the knife against your lips. You didn’t have to be told to open your mouth, something that pleased him very much. Gently, he began pushing the knife back and forth into your mouth, the tip of it grazing the roof of your mouth. You were unprepared for the sharp and sudden pain that struck you and tears began swelling in your eyes. It wasn’t until they fell that he retracted the knife.

“You’re a pretty crier, mama,” he purred, swiping the tears from your temple with the same thumb coated in your blood.

You groaned at the praise, the blood from your upper palate coating your tongue with that sweet yet potent metallic tang.

“God, John…” you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut at the touch. However, he stopped moving his thumb.

“What did you just call me?” There was an edge to his voice that could cut diamond.

You hesitated. Wasn’t that his name? “J-John?”

He chuckled darkly, his amusement never reaching his eyes.

“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never be able to forget my name.”

His icy tone sent a chill down your spine. It wasn’t because of the temperature of his words but rather from arousal.

Within the blink of an eye, he used the knife to cut away your dress and bra, both articles of clothing being ripped off of you. He planted his hand right between your breasts and pushed you down on the mattress to lay horizontally.

Using the knife, he gently traced the line of your lacy underwear from your hips all the way to your vagina, the ticklish sensation and the danger making goosebumps raise against your skin. He slipped it under the material, moving it to the side before he removed his pajama pants and boxers.

He didn’t give you any warning before plunging into you, the girth of him making your muscles scream from lack of preparation. Luckily, you were wet enough that he was able to slip in rather seamlessly.

“More,” you mewl, your fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulders and back. Your plea caused him to chuckle, genuine amusement sparking in his eyes this time.

“I knew nothing would beat the real thing,” he cryptically muttered, moving a piece of your hair out of your eyes.

“Huh?” If your brain wasn’t a cloud of lust, you might’ve been able to put two and two together yourself.

“None of the other girls were perfect enough. They were too different, no matter how many physical traits you shared,” he explained.

It was as if someone had given you a shot of lust. Your entire body thrummed with it, your nerves setting alight.

“You’re the archetype, and darling are you living up that role.”

Finally, he began driving his hips into yours, causing all the air to leave your lungs. There were stars in your vision as he shoved into you relentlessly. Surging up, you bring his lips down into yours. He involuntarily groaned at the taste of the blood still seeping out of the wound he gave you earlier.

Using this knowledge, you remove your lips from his and lick a stripe up from his jugular notch between his clavicles all the way back to his lips. It gave you the results you hoped for, a particularly harsh thrust.

Your moans were coming out in staccato bursts that matched with each thrust into you. You were slowly making your way towards climax, but there was an exponential spike towards orgasm as he used his fingers to palm at your clit. Instantly, you let out a sharp cry of pleasure at the sparks that came from his touch.

“That’s it, mama. Go ahead and scream.” he growled into your ear, his hot breath ghosting against it as he panted.

Just as you were about to be pushed over the edge, he stopped entirely. Frustrated and confused, you let out an indignant sound. Needing the friction back, you began fucking yourself on his cock. This produced another darkly delighted chuckle from him.

“What kind of host would I be if I didn’t give you the full experience?”

Sitting back on his haunches, he twirled the knife between his fingers. There was a sadistic glint in his eyes as he raked them over your exposed flesh.

That’s when he gripped onto your neck. “You might not want to move for this one, mama.”

Because of his hold on you, you had no choice but to heed that suggestion. Still, you nodded to show you understood.

Stinging pain seared the skin of your stomach above your left hip. You didn’t have to look down to know that he was cutting into your flesh. The pain from his blade as well as the feeling of your blood slowly trickling out added fuel to the flames of your arousal. The hand on your throat made it hard for you to make noise, but that didn’t stop you from attempting to moan.

Your fingernails dug into the flesh of his forearm as you became lightheaded, your vision becoming fuzzy. Just as you feared you were about to pass out was when he released his hold on you. It took you a moment to realize that he had finished carving into your skin as the oxygen reinflated your lungs.

You finally looked down at his modification to your body, making you want to cum right then and there when you realized what he did. Etched into your skin was his name: Josh.

Josh, knowing he had your full attention, dipped his fingers into the beads of blood dripping out of you and slipped them into his mouth as he maintained eye contact.

“Josh,” you whined out, his eyes fluttering in pleasure. Whether it was from you finally saying his name or from the taste of your blood on his tongue, you didn’t know. Either way, it caused his hips to stutter forward into you.

“Say it again,” he commanded, taking the blood coated knife and pressing it against the skin of your neck.

You repeated it, screaming his name like it was a plea. Finally he began thrusting into you again. You didn’t hold back, you screamed out in pleasure and repeated his name over and over like it was a holy mantra.

It wasn’t until you felt the flesh of your neck split open that you came, screaming out Josh’s name as you did. Josh kept going, driving into you at a pulverizing tempo.

Wanting to help him, you gripped the back of his curls and yanked his head down towards you. The inside of your mouth was still bleeding as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, Josh groaning out at the taste. His pace became irregular, the only warning you got before he growled into your mouth as he painted your insides with his cum.

The both of you panted as you tried to catch your breath, sweat coating every inch of each other’s skin.

“You look so beautiful covered in blood,” he admitted with complete admiration.

“Feel free to cover me in blood anytime you want, Josh.”

Immediately his face lit up. “Are you serious?”

You nod sleepily, all the adrenaline seeping out of your open wounds.

“Mama, you’ll be the death of me,” he whined, pulling out of you at last.

You giggle at that. “I hope so.”

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writingwithadragon · 5 years

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Secret In The Wall

A Krii7y Serial Killer AU So Read At Your Own Risk!

Description

A city that holds the darkest secret. A man soaked in the blood of his victims and a visually impaired man left without the help he deserves. A group of friends oblivious of the dangerous man they call a friend, a white room stained with the blood of the innocent. A crazed mind filled with violence and eyes that only see a blur of the world. One stitches the other together again, the other one shatters the peace and calm of their hearts. Follow the trail of blood to find the corpse of the failed past. This secret is to die for, so are you willing to continue following the clues of madness.

Prologue | Chapter1 | Chapter2

Prologue - Crazed Mind

Five months went into this plan, she is so dead. Her brown hair was caught up in the wind, I wanted to pull it so hard. I wanted to see the look of terror on her face, she doesn't stand a chance. I bit the inside of my lip to hold back a startling grin. She was an accountant at my bank, but she scammed me. And I wasn't gonna let the crime she did to me go unpunished, hell awaits you bitch. She also was a pretty good person, if drug abuse and being a slut counted. She slept with her boss a few times for a raise.

I caught myself staring and as a precaution, I looked away up at the tall buildings. Then that's when I noticed something else. It was a man with a white cane. He wore sunglasses, even though the sky was covered in dark angry clouds. The man wore unmatching colors under a black trench coat, no fashion sense I guess. Another thing I noticed was that his eyes were closed, he wasn't even trying to see. Turning around I walked fast and looked at my watch, I notice a man watch me in suspicion. I shrugged him off as I closely watched the ‘blind’ man across the street, he has a pretty cute face. Moments later I saw him stop in front of the crosswalk. Then he opened his eyes, was he faking it? He then pressed a button and waited for the light to signal him. Then the man closed his eyes again when the signal said it was safe to cross.

I wanted to go back and stock my victim, but this guy is way more interesting than her. He took his time crossing, be patient John. After the man finally walked onto the sidewalk I took my chance to follow him, he has to be different. Right? I followed him around a few buildings when we finally entered an apartment building. I pretended that I lived here by taking out my wallet and flipping through my fake cards, I knew that this was a good idea. He entered the elevator first and after taking a card I joined him. I watched as he drags his hand over the braille above the buttons and pressed the eighth floor, he smells like flowers. I stayed in the corner of the elevator and watched him out of the corner of my eye. He took out his wallet and flipped through his cards, opening one of his eyes when he did. He squinted a bit until he found the cards he was looking for. Then he turned to me, his eye shut.

He gave me the card with little hesitation and muttered something under his breath, his cheeks turned red out of embarrassment. Probably finally noticed me out of the corner of his eye. When the doors finally opened I followed at a distance. I passed him when he stopped to unlock a door. Eight twenty-seven. I looked at the card he gave me. “Welcome to the new flower coffee and tea shop called Essence, come buy your first drink fifty percent off.” I'll see you soon my new obsession. I'll make you mine just you wait.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead when I took a step back. It was a small white room with a small bed in the far left corner. A table sat in the middle of the room, arm locks folded into the table itself. A crazed smile landed on my lips, my obsession is going to love this room. I chuckled a bit at the thought of him sitting helplessly in the arm locks. This won't end like it did last time. I'll make sure of it. I left the room and lock all five of the locks, then with a shove, I slowly pushed the bookcase in front of the door. The room took about a week to build, in that time I learned everything I could about him.

It had been a week and I knew his name, Octavia the dog he had growing up, his horrible vision problems, the medication he used, and where he gets it. I know about everything he does. Normally I wanted my obsessions dead, for the pain in my heart they cause. But this time I wanted this one alive. And as a bonus, he did live in the same building as my current target. I knew his sight problems were really bad, but I knew he could still see. I giggled as I entered the alley next to the apartment complex. That's when I saw her, my target. You can't run, it's too late now. She was in the alley like she was every night, only to take her dirty drugs. I smiled menacingly when she looked over at me, horror crossed her face.

“It's you! I won't let you kill me!” she glared taking out a knife, that won't help her now.

“Amanda, it's too late to fight back. And to scam me like you did, how could I let that slide?” I chuckled lunging at her, time to struggle for me bitch.

“I'm gonna scre-” I cut her off with my arm around her throat, I grabbed the hand she had with her phone in it.

Then she stabbed my hand through her phone, “Oh honey, that's the worst mistake you have ever made in your life,” I growled as one of my eyes twitch in anger, let's see if she lands on her feet like a cat.

I dragged her with me as I slowly climbed up the fire escape. She struggled to try to get out of my grasp, I love this feeling. Show me how much I overpower you. She kicked and punched me with all her might, it was meaningless when we got to the top of the building. I pulled the knife from my hand and stuck it into my pocket with her phone, then I grabbed the cash from her wallet.

“Hey look, isn't this your stop? And don't forget to scream on the way down!” I held her up by her neck with a twisted grin, “Because this bitch is empty! Yeet!”

I threw her over the edge and her scream sounded perfect, time to check up on my next prize. I then climbed down to my obsession’s apartment after her body made the most beautiful sound when she hit the ground. I guess she couldn't land on her feet, after all, I looked at the bloody ground behind me with a grin. I had licked my lips when I reached his balcony, I'm home. I had unlocked his sliding glass door a few days ago when he was at work. And with quick and quiet movements the door was now shut behind me. I then looked around his living room, he doesn't have much, does he? I heard his bedroom door open, did he hear me? Shit! I slipped into the darkest spot of the room and a tiny bit later he passed by, heading straight for his fridge. While he did that I got out my chloroform rag when he was opening and closing things. He soon got a glass of water and sat on his white couch. I stuck up behind him with a squeak from the floorboards. And with my good hand, I put it over his mouth to muffle any possible screams.

“Next time, turn on the lights,” I smiled as I covered his nose with the rag, best night of my life.

And in a few seconds, he was out cold, easy like it should be. I lifted him onto my shoulder as I opened his sliding glass door again. I set him on his small balcony chair as I walked back into the apartment. I took his pills from the kitchen and then stole some of his clothes and stuffed it all into my pockets, he is going to need these later.

Once I reached him again I smiled to myself, “You won't be like the last one, I'll make you love me this time.”

Prologue | Chapter1 | Chapter2

Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think of this story so far. I know that there isn't much here, but give me some tips to improve my writing so I can make the story way more enjoyable for you guys. And if anyone wants to be tagged for when I post the next chapter, go ahead and ask I don't bite.

-Dragons

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