Killers - Blog Posts
A serial killer is defined as a person who commits a series of murders, typically with a distinctive pattern, motive, or method, over a period of time. Key characteristics often associated with serial killers include
1. **Multiple Victims**: They kill more than one person, often with a cooling-off period between each murder.
2. **Distinctive Patterns**: There is usually a recognizable pattern or method to their killings, which may involve specific victim types (e.g., young women), certain locations, or particular rituals.
3. **Psychological Motivation**: Serial killers often have complex psychological motivations for their crimes, which may include power, control, sexual gratification, or a desire for attention.
4. **Cooling-off Period**: Unlike mass murderers who kill multiple people in a single event, serial killers have a period of time between each murder, during which they may return to their normal lives or plan their next crime.
5. **Repetitive Behavior**: They exhibit a repetitive behavior pattern in their crimes, which may evolve over time but generally retains certain core elements.
6. **Lack of Conscience or Remorse**: Many serial killers display a lack of remorse or empathy for their victims, viewing them as objects rather than individuals.
7. **Forensic Awareness**: Some serial killers demonstrate a degree of forensic awareness, taking steps to evade capture by altering their methods, locations, or victim selection.
Serial killers are distinct from other types of killers, such as spree killers or mass murderers, due to the specific criteria of multiple murders over time and the psychological complexities involved in their actions. Below are the top 10 most prolific serial killers of the modern world:
1. **Ted Bundy**: Known for his charm and intelligence, Bundy confessed to killing at least 30 young women in the 1970s. His modus operandi included luring victims by feigning injuries or authority.
2. **Jeffrey Dahmer**: Infamously dubbed the "Milwaukee Cannibal," Dahmer was responsible for the murders of 17 young men and boys between 1978 and 1991. He not only killed but also dismembered and sometimes cannibalized his victims.
3. **John Wayne Gacy**: A respected community figure known as "Pogo the Clown," Gacy was convicted of murdering 33 young men and boys in Chicago during the 1970s. He buried many of his victims beneath his house.
4. **Andrei Chikatilo**: Nicknamed the "Butcher of Rostov," Chikatilo murdered and mutilated at least 52 women and children in Russia between 1978 and 1990. His crimes were marked by extreme violence and sexual depravity.
5. **Ed Gein**: Although not a prolific killer (only two confirmed murders), Gein's crimes in Wisconsin during the 1950s were notorious for their gruesome nature. He inspired the characters of Norman Bates in *Psycho* and Leatherface in *The Texas Chain Saw Massacre*.
6. **Aileen Wuornos**: One of the rare female serial killers, Wuornos was convicted of killing seven men in Florida between 1989 and 1990. Her troubled past and claims of self-defense garnered significant media attention.
7. **Dennis Rader**: Known as the "BTK Killer" (Bind, Torture, Kill), Rader terrorized Wichita, Kansas, between 1974 and 1991. He sent taunting letters to police and media detailing his crimes, which included 10 known murders.
8. **Richard Ramirez**: Dubbed the "Night Stalker," Ramirez terrorized Los Angeles and San Francisco in the mid-1980s, committing at least 13 murders along with numerous assaults and burglaries. His penchant for satanic symbols added to his chilling persona.
9. **Pedro Rodrigues Filho**: This Brazilian killer is believed to have murdered over 70 people, mostly other criminals or those he believed had wronged him. His troubled childhood and vengeful motivations shaped his violent path.
10. **Harold Shipman**: A British doctor, Shipman was found guilty in 2000 of murdering 15 patients, although he is suspected of killing many more. His role as a trusted healthcare professional who betrayed his patients' trust added a horrifying twist to his crimes.
These individuals represent some of the darkest aspects of human behavior, each leaving a trail of devastation and fear in their wake. Understanding their motives and methods offers a sobering look into the depths of criminal psychology and serves as a reminder of the importance of vigilance and justice in our society. I also find it very interesting that to the nine different men, there is only one woman. I wonder why? I don't believe that women are any less dangerous. Women just seem to not follow the same pattern that the men do. That's very interesting to me.
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This blog post aims to provide a factual and respectful overview of notorious serial killers, highlighting their impact on history and the lasting fear they instilled.
‘‘I knew long before I started killing that I was going to be killing, that it was going to end up like that. The fantasies were too strong. They were going on for too long and were too elaborate.’‘
—Edmund Kemper
GODDDDDDDDDDDD
“R.”
Lady Lesso x Ever Reader
cw : very light angst // my take on jealous and possessive leo with a little twist // just a sprinkle of spice // age gap // older woman x younger woman
ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/43127551
it’s funny that aside from lady lesso’s scenes and edits, i still haven’t watched the film. it just goes to show how hopeless i am, i think :'))
both the name and the overall feel is inspired by the song K. by Cigarettes after Sex
“M’lady, will you attend tonight’s ball with me?”
Here, you, the final year student at the school for good, are being asked by a first year Prince to go to the ball on his arm. He is charming and all but, to be brutally honest, you are just not interested. You may be physically present in front of him, but mentally, you are anywhere but here, or more precisely, your mind is busy floating about the school for evil in search of one evil dean with hair the hue of deep rosé.
That perpetually kind face of yours has its own perks as well as drawbacks. In this instance, it has brought about an undesired outcome. Perhaps he must have mistaken the beginning of polite rejection on your face as meekness, because you are on the verge of expressing your disinterest when you suddenly find his lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. You swivel your head as soon as you realise, though he still manages to catch you at the corner of your mouth.
Quickly taking a few steps back, and re-establishing a good distance between the two of your bodies, repulsed though you are by his insensitive behaviour, you will the desire to slap him away, instead mustering a professional smile.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your offer. I already have someone I want to go to the ball with.”
With that, you leave, neither waiting nor wanting to see his reaction or hear his response.
Despite your mind being away from your body, your feet successfully, dutifully carry you towards the woman who reigns over your very mind.
Once you arrive at your destination, the woman in question whom you have been painstakingly trying to romance all these years is locked in a gentle waltz with another girl. The more rational part of you reasons that the dean is just coaching her students, but in the end, the green eyed monster outmatches logic.
And when the girl in those elegantly long arms inches closer to your woman than what is deemed appropriate, you decide that you hate this girl. The bubbling jealousy mingled with hatred may or may not have accidentally on purpose trigger a harmless spell from your lips. You watch, secretly amused, as she trips over her feet, falling onto her buttocks in a hilarious display. As evil as it will make you sound, to your relief, the dean makes no moves to prevent her student from falling even though she could very well have.
No sooner has she dismissed the nevers, leaving only the pair of you in the room, than you approach her, a grin on your face, and voice cheery as you ask, “So Lady Lesso, have you decided who you’re going to the ball with?”
You will not go as far as to say that she is fond of you, though you are relatively confident that after all your steadfast efforts, she has grown to fancy you even if only a teeny tiny bit. So, it is like a punch to the gut when you hear her say, “Whether I have decided or not, or whoever I’m attending the ball with is none of your business,-” Her words are laced with venom, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth, and when she forces the next sentence, a scowl on her face, as if it repulses her to even say it out loud, you brace yourself for the worst. “-just as it is certainly not my concern whose tongue you allow to shove down your throat.”
And worst it is indeed.
“I- you-” The revelation that she must have seen you in that scandalous position renders you speechless. On the other hand, the possibility that, contrary to what she says, and judging by her way of wording, she could very well be jealous makes you jubilantly jittery.
A terrible mistake.
She must have interpreted your hesitation to reply as anxiousness for being caught red-handed. Her disappointed little sigh is the only trigger you need to pull yourself together, crying after her as she moves to walk away.
“No, wait! Please.”
Nothing.
Her back glares mockingly back at you.
“Please, Leo.”
That does it. The dean’s signature cane descends onto the floor with a resounding thud.
Her voice is stone cold, as she hisses the cutting retort through gritted teeth.
“You have no right calling me that!”
“I swear it’s nothing of that sort. Whatever you think happened did not happen.”
It earns you no acknowledgements: no retorts, no movements; only silence so loud and thick that it suffocates you.
She is slowly slipping through your fingers, and you feel utterly helpless.
Three years of pining over your sweetheart just for her to simply walk away from you, possibly forever.
Like hell you will allow that!
You have come across a peculiarly interesting topic in the library of virtue the other day.
An oath.
The lover’s demise, so it is labelled.
It should be obvious by the name alone that the oath poses a threat to anyone and everyone who dares use it.
Despite what the name suggests, despite what the instructions read, several instances have been recorded of people willingly exposing themselves to the thing that can very well lead them to their downfall.
The lover’s demise, or known once upon a time as the heart blood oath, is a curse in its essence, which requires for the user to get direct access to their heart by way of sticking a knife, a dagger or whatever is convenient, to their chests, and once done, by chanting a special spell, the user will then be able to prove whatever they wish to prove.
Little good comes from the oath.
According to the records, formerly, the oath is used to prove one’s innocence, most commonly seen in thievery and murder cases. The way it works is that if one’s confession, usually the accused, is false, one’s heart will immediately cease to beat. If it is indeed true, as long as one keeps leading an honest life, true to one’s words, no harms will befall them. However, once one commits a thievery, either unknowingly or deliberately, as opposed to their confession, one’s heart will begin to shrivel, eventually disintegrating.
Evidences further show that at one point in time, the heart blood oath has become a way for lovers to prove their love. Not only will the oath tell whether the feelings are true or not, but the user will also bear the brunt of the curse if their feelings are to waver in the future.
The most important information here is that the feelings of both parties involved are to be taken into consideration. Even when the oath user stays true to their feelings for the rest of their life, if whoever they are confessing their love to, does not reciprocate their feelings, or if their partner eventually falls out of love with them further down the road, the curse will still show its effects. However, only the one, whose person has been directly exposed to the oath, will meet their demise.
Hence, it is deemed the grandest gesture of love, and the name “the lover’s demise” comes to be.
It is said that only those with the bravest of souls and biggest of hearts dare take the oath, but “what lunacy” , you have thought, exasperated. Only the most foolish of fools can find such absurdity an act of bravery.
How ironic it is that right at this moment you are entertaining the idea of using the very thing which, until just a while ago, you have believed to be an extremely nonsensical stupidity.
Somehow, you find it woefully poetic that love holds the ultimate power of reducing even the most pragmatic of people to reckless fools.
Alas, one of those fools is you.
As soon as you extend your arm towards the weapon rack, a dainty dagger flies into your open palm.
The rustling of fabric as you cut open your corset in half attracts the dean’s attention back towards you. The razor sharp tip of a dagger has only just rested betwixt your bosoms when all of a sudden, your hands are pried away, wrists firmly locked in long unyielding fingers.
“Let me go.” Fuelled by stubborn determination, you struggle in her vice-like grip, “Let me go. I’ll prove to you now with whom my heart truly lies.” but the woman in front of you does not so much as budge. Instead, following a loud clatter of the dagger as it slips through your fingers, you are yanked into her arms, restrained against her chest.
“Are you mad?” Her query is glazed with irritation, and a sprinkle of, dare you say it, concerned disbelief.
“If falling in love with you is your version of mad, then yes, in fact, I am absolutely, irrevocably mad.”
Your resolute confession seems to render her speechless. Her brows unravel and she gazes down at you with something akin to hunger in her eyes.
Only then do you register, with burnt cheeks and a maniacally galloping heart, that all your fruitless attempts to struggle free from her hands have left your ruined corset more undone than it is supposed to be, making you more exposed to sultry green eyes than you have realised. The air has suddenly become awfully thick. It does little to help either that your chest, as good as bare, is pressed flush against the dean’s.
“I want to kiss you.” When she murmurs, her breath is warm on your face. You can almost feel the delightful throbs of her heart beating in harmony with your own.
“Kiss me.” Your response to her is as equally soft, breathless. “Kiss me, Leo.” And then, her lips are descending upon yours.
The kiss is both sweet and spicy as is she, both downy and desperate, sucking your lips rosy together with the breath out of your lungs, and leading your tongue in a soul-stirring, spine-tingling waltz. Once a need for air becomes too strong for you, it is with great reluctance that she frees your lips, a glistening string of saliva crumbling as she moves, but bodies remain melting into each other.
“I want you in my arms during tonight’s ball.”
“I do not wish to be anywhere else.”
By the time twilight comes, you are already dressed and ready for the ball.
Lady Lesso has sent you back to your dormitory with her coat atop your shoulders, subsequently dusting your cheeks maroon by remarking that you are for her eyes only. You have decided to incorporate the luxurious midnight piece into your outfit, layering it over your pearly white satin gown, giving it that yin and yang look which you think is only fitting considering that you and the dean are from opposite sides.
The banquet hall is anything but empty when you arrive, and yet, it is lacking the one person that you are most anticipating to see. After an exchange of pleasantries with some of your friends and familiar faces, with the red head whom you dearly adore still nowhere in sight, you excuse yourself to get a breath of fresh air. It is on the balcony, amidst tracing the twinkling little stars, where you are, once again, approached by the prince whose offer you have just declined earlier today.
“Just where is this someone you were speaking of, I wonder.”
“They’re on their way.”
He does not seem entirely convinced at your terse reply, incredulity evident on his features despite his understanding hum.
“If you’d like, and if you’ve changed your mind, my Princess, I am more than happy to accompany you.”
The way he addresses you, albeit not being uncommon amongst royalty, perturbs you, so much so that you intend to blatantly spell it out to this dunce of a Prince that you are absolutely, positively, utterly not interested in him at all, except that someone beats you to it.
There is an almost tangible presence behind your back. You immediately know whose without needing to turn, and you are subsequently proven true when her cadence, like warm whiskey, trickles down the length of your spine.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Care to enlighten me what the commotion is all about, hmm?”
“With all due respect Lady Lesso, I don’t think whatever happens between the two of us, evers, is of no concern to you.”
His face that you have once considered objectively charming, now looks very punchable all of a sudden.
“No?”
You can feel that her front is now pressed against your back.
“Oh dear me, I certainly believed that my partner’s safety and well-being was positively my concern.” Arms are suddenly slithering along your waist, fitting you like a well-tailored belt. “You’ve tested my patience enough with that little display of yours in the hallway. I don’t care that you’re not my student, certainly not that you’re an ever. I will personally shepherd you to the doom room and most delightedly demonstrate you just what villainy I am capable of, if you touch so much as a hair on her head again. This Princess, my Princess, right here is strictly off limits.”
She has addressed you exactly the same as the prince has mere moments ago, yet at the same time, it is entirely different somehow. Being called hers has a delightful effect both on and inside your body as the tips of your ears burn, and flowers of various shapes and hues thrive beneath your ribcage.
Meanwhile, the dean, whose arm around you never relents, commands with finality. “Now. back. off.” Instead, you can feel it tightening a touch as she pulls you into her, and following every word, she pokes the ever in front of you with the tip of her trusty cane, intentionally applying more force which leads to the poor thing unceremoniously falling onto his bums.
And as he leaves you two be, you get to behold your woman for the very first time tonight. Unabashedly, you stare, enthralled all over again, at her standing elegantly tall and regal in a dark body hugging gown that fits her like a glove. Not an inch of her body is left unhidden by the fabric, neckline high and sleeves long, and yet, you find it tantalisingly provocative that it is clinging to her body in all the right places.
“I think I like you best when you’re dressed in black.” Your voice is but a breathy whisper, and she lets out a delicious chuckle, a warm sound that pulsates deep within you, for you are still pressed against each other, now chest to chest. “I always dress in black, darling.”
“Indeed, and oh how well you dress it!”
“I think I like you best-” Her hand cradles your jaw in the same manner as her arm cradling your waist. “-when you’re just with me and no one else.”
“My my professor, is this your way of saying you love me?”
“No.” She denies, parks her forehead on yours, “This is my way of saying I love you.” , and then come her lips crashing down onto your lips, kissing you with a ferocity that is certain to leave bruises come morning.
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So Pretty (Leonora Lesso x Reader)
Synopsis: Lady Lesso has a problem and you are the cause
Words:1.7k
Warnings: mentions of blood, choking
You were such a pretty picture. That’s what Lesso would tell herself when she realised she was staring at you. That was the point of beauty, to draw the eye. Who was she to deny her own nature?
That didn’t stop the way your laughter seemed to haunt her. Or how the brush of your fingers along her the back of her chair replayed in her mind for weeks. Or the way your gaze felt heavy on her in a way no one else’s did.
She had to do something about the way you seemed to have crawled under her skin like a bug.
Cane tapping with each footsteps, students tripped over themselves to get out of her way. She put it down to the murder in her eyes, and in her heart. She haunted the halls, hunting you down with a single mindedness unmatched by anyone.
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This story, like the rest, contains NSFW themes. If you don't like that, don't read it :)
This story features dirty talk, degradation, scissoring, fingering, oral (both giving and receiving.) I think that's it? I don't know how to tag. Yall should know this by now.
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"We should take this back to my place," Jennifer said, voice smeared with seduction. Her lips were brushing against the shell of (Y/N)'s ear, the warmth of her breath hitting her skin caused shivers to run up and down (Y/N)'S body.
" 'Cause I really want you, baby girl..." (Y/N)'s breath hitches in the back of her throat and Jennifer notices her reaction immediately and her lips tug at the corner of her cheeks, the smile transforming into a sly smirk as she tilts her head to the side, tongue lightly brushing across her bottom lip before she spoke up again. "You okay, princess?" Jennifer purred, fluttering her eyelashes at (Y/N) as she waited for a response. "I'm fine." (Y/N) lied, giving Jennifer a false smile before she reached over, fingers curling around the half empty glass of alcohol beside her before she's pouring the liquid down her throat, grimacing slightly as the burn spreads through her body, causing her body to grow warm.
(More warmer than how she was feeling, which somehow was possible.) "So? What's the answer? You going to come or not?" Jennifer questioned, the smirk across her face seemed to only grow wider. She knew exactly what kind of affect she was having on the younger girl and she was loving every single second of it.
'I am going to be coming. Maybe not in the way you're thinking, though.... or I hope in the way you're thinking..' (Y/N) thought to herself. Instead of answering, (Y/N) bites her bottom lip before mumbling out, "Yeah, let's go." She reached over then, taking Jennifer's hand with her own. They laced their fingers together and pushed through the crowd of people, making their way outside and motioned over a taxi that was nearby. Quickly, they got inside of the vehicle once it came over and gave the driver directions to Jennifer's apartment. The driver nodded as he typed the address into his phone.
He glances both ways before heading out onto the road, the bar that was Melody Lane slowly disappearing into the background until it was out of their perspective.
All that was left behind was nothing but deep and thick fog in its' place. The car ride was silent but (Y/N) was pretty positive she wasn't the only one whose mind was flooding with curiosity. She was also quite sure her panties were flooding with arousal, too.
She shifted slightly, giving Jennifer an almost shy smile when the black haired girl turned to her, giving her a questioning look. (Although, (Y/N) knew better. She knew damn fucking well Jennifer understood why (Y/N) was being so fidgety. She was acting innocent, sure, but Jennifer Check was far from 'innocent'.) The air was full of sexual tension and heavy breathing. From the bar to her apartment complex, it seemed like an entirety to get there. The fidgeting only seemed to grow worse, the dampness in (Y/N)'s underwear only grew heavier, wetter.
It didn't help Jennifer was now continuously stealing glances every so often in (Y/N)'s direction while biting her lower lip and moving her hair out of the way to reveal her cleavage.
Through the thin layer of cloth, (Y/N) noted that her nipples were round and hard, almost as if they were begging to be touched.
(Y/N) reached forward only slightly but dismissed herself and sat on her hands instead, keeping her hands to herself. She wanted her so badly. (Y/N) wanted to feel her lips and taste the flavor of her Chapstick onto hers.
Of course, she also wanted to see how Jennifer would act when she'd crawl down in between her thighs and flicked her tongue against her clit...
Her legs would be separated on either side of her, mouth parted as breathless moans flood from her lips.
She'd beg an infinite amount of times, weeping, moaning and whining, all for (Y/N) to hurry along with it. And once (Y/N) finally shoved her face into the part that Jennifer needed her the most at, Jennifer would gasp and squeal, bucking her hips forward as she'd ride (Y/N)'s tongue, her whimpers turning into silent screams as she'd chant (Y/N)'s name, over and over again until she finally let loose and released herself all over (Y/N)'s face and down her mouth. (Y/N) pictured it so well, as if it was already happening. Goddammit.... how fucking long was Jennifer's apartment from Melody Lane?! Surely, it didn't take that damn long, does it? If she could have, (Y/N) would have pushed Jennifer in the back of the cab, pinning her down against the faux leather seats and had her way with her, right then and there.
However, there'd be more space in her apartment than in the back of a taxi cab.
So, (Y/N) decided against that decision. Plus, having sex in the back of a vehicle wasn't thrilling to her. (Okay, maybe a little bit.... but she still wanted to give Jennifer the time of her life and by doing so, she believed it'd be best to do it at her flat.) If she could, (Y/N) would have already pushed her in the back of the cab and had her way with her right then and there.
However, there would be more room at her flat and in her apartment so (Y/N) decided against that.
Jennifer and (Y/N) are quick to get out their wallets and hand him $20 each, not caring that the ride itself was only $12.
The two girls thank him before opening the doors and scattering out of the car.
Rushing up the building stairs and into the main entrance of the apartment, they're quick to fly up the staircase and storm to her room. Each step that she took, the wetter (Y/N) was getting, she could feel the wetness slipping out from her underwear and sliding down her thighs. She had to have her. Make her moan. Taste Jennifer on her tongue. Make her cum.... again and again, over and over. As soon as she unlocked the door, (Y/N) pushed her up against the wall, inning her arms above her head, too. (Y/N) couldn't wait another fucking second. Shutting the door behind her with the end of her foot, (Y/N) then smashed her lips onto Jennifer's once they're inside her flat.
A throaty moan escapes the back of (Y/N)'s throat as Jennifer's hands had found their way down into her jeans and through her panties, her fingers circling over (Y/N)'s throbbing clit.
"Already so wet for me......" She cooed, her index finger curls over to collect a dime sized amount of wetness from (Y/N)'s cunt before she's putting said finger into her mouth, sucking on her digit as she sighs deeply, fluttering her eyes closed at the taste that floods in her mouth. "You taste so fucking good, baby... Here, have a try." Jennifer rubs her thumb over (Y/N)'s core again, collecting more of her arousal before she's placing her finger inside of (Y/N)'s mouth, parting her lips open and slides her index down her tongue, watching the way the juices drip down from her tongue, pooling at her chin.
"Lick it up, baby. Want to see you taste yourself. How do I know you're going to be good at eating my pussy if you don't enjoy your own cunt?" She teased with an arched eyebrow. "You do want to eat my pretty pussy out, don't you? If not, well.... that's a first. I have men and women lined up, just to get a taste of what's in between my thighs. You should be, oh, so lucky to have me here —" Jennifer's rambling comes to a pause due to (Y/N) pushing her down against the couch, like earlier, she pins her arms above her head. "Shut up, would you? Or do I have to quiet you myself?" Jennifer's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and a smirk painted across her lips. She wets her mouth before humming in reply, bucking her hips upward, her clothed cunt hitting against (Y/N)'s thigh. "Do your worst." She replied. (Y/N) was quick to stand to her feet and strip out of her jeans — which were way too fucking tight, she made a mental note to get jeans that aren't so skinny next time she's around Jennifer and the two wish to fool around — once they're off completely, as well as her underwear, she straddles Jennifer's face and sinks herself right onto her mouth, forcing Jennifer to eat her out.
"How do I know you're good at eating pussy, hm?" (Y/N) echoed, copy-catting what Jennifer had said. "Eat it like you mean it, you slut. You wanted a good time, didn't you, hm? Then please me first and maybe, just maybe, I'll do the same for you." (Y/N) spat before she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, a longing satisfied sigh trailing off of her tongue as she feels Jennifer beginning to use her own mouth against her heat and soaking core. "That's it...." (Y/N) purred, her hand falling down as her fingers meet with Jennifer's long, tangle-freed black hair, fingers curling around the strands as she gropes it tightly in her fist. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Always so willing to please and pleasure.... Eat my pussy, babe, want to feel your tongue everywhere, deep inside me.... I want to feel you sucking on my clit... Supposedly, you're good at sucking dick... Wanna see if that's true when it comes to my clit." Jennifer nodded and mewled against (Y/N), sending a small wave of vibrations against her core, thus causing (Y/N) to moan in reply.
"Fuck.... such a good whore, aren't you, Check? You like having your face buried between my pussy, huh? Oh.... that's right, you can't say anything. Mouth's a bit too busy at the moment, isn't it?" (Y/N) giggled as she swayed her hips back and forth, her moans getting heavier and lower as Jennifer guides her tongue back and forth; up and down ; left and right, doing exactly as (Y/N) had told her to do. (Like the good whore she was.) Jennifer was a little taken back at how quickly the roles were reversed, her being the submissive and (Y/N) being the dominate. She wasn't going to lie, she wasn't used to this.
She was expecting to play the dominate role, especially with the way (Y/N) was acting earlier at the bar but now, here she was, suffocating in between the thighs of her long lasting childhood crush, (Y/N) (L/N).
Besides Needy, (Y/N) was Jennifer's best friend. The two had met not long after Needy and Jennifer had. Needy held a birthday party when she was younger and besides Jennifer, (Y/N) was the only one who showed up. "Who are you?" asked Jennifer with a frown on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she gave a questioning look to the girl. "I'm (Y/N). I'm Needy's neighbor," the girl explained, giving Jennifer a toothless grin as she reached her arm out. "You're Jennifer, right? Needy's told me lots about you." "Needy's never said a word about you," Jennifer said in a matter of fact tone. Needy, who was in the middle of them both, sighed and shook her head. "My Mom said to play nice, Jennifer... (Y/N)'s a good friend, I promise." "Promise. I don't bite." (Y/N) reassured. "Besides, I brought cupcakes and cookies! Needy told me your favorites were chocolate chip and peanut butter..... so I begged my Mom to let me buy them for the party." "Well, duh! Everybody likes those kinds of cookies.... you'd be weird if you didn't." Jennifer said, once again in a matter of fact tone. She did not like the fact Needy had another best friend. Jennifer was her best friend and Needy was Jennifer's best friend! That's just the way it worked. You couldn't have multiple best friends... could you? (Y/N) giggled and shook her head. "You're silly, Jennifer. C'mon, let's go get some snacks and juice." Needy nodded in agreement and off they went to eat snacks and fill themselves up on sugary treats and boxes of apple juice. "Here," Needy said once the night had ended. She handed (Y/N) a bracelet and Jennifer one that matched (Y/N)'s. "Their friendship bracelets. They match mine, too." Needy helped up hers, proving to the two all three of their bracelets matched all together. "So, we'll always be the best of friends. No matter what." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear, happiness blossoming across her face as she smiled widely. She then pulled Needy and Jennifer to her, pulling them into a big group hug. "Best friends, no matter what!"
After Needy started dating Chip, Jennifer and (Y/N) got closer. Jennifer was still a little bit unsure how she felt towards (Y/N) but (Y/N) had always been nothing but nice and kind, even when Jennifer would say rude things about her appearance.
Even when Jennifer would clearly stand (Y/N) up at the movies or an event that the two planned together. (Y/N) was always forgiving. No matter what. It was so... easy to control and take advantage of (Y/N) and toy around with her heart and her feelings. This is why she thought she'd be the dominate role tonight. After years of constant torture and hateful comments, Jennifer suspected she'd play that role and continue with that behavior.
She couldn't be more wrong. But.... she couldn't be more happy, either, with the way everything was playing out. Jennifer realized a few years earlier how much she truly enjoyed teasing and taunting (Y/N). She's a bitch, everyone — herself included — knew that. Jennifer Check was a total asshole, she owned that title. Everyone knew this. However, the more she had hung out with (Y/N), the more she realized she was only playing that character to see how far she could go pushing the girl's buttons until she broke and gave Jennifer all the Hell that she had given from the very beginning.
Tonight, so it would seem, was the day that (Y/N) took charge completely. And honestly? Jennifer was fine with that. "Hey," came (Y/N)'s voice, the grip on Jennifer's hair got tighter, bringing Jennifer back onto earth and away from her thoughts.
"Who said you could stop? Continue eating me, you bitch. I never said you could quit. You're going to continue eating this pussy out until I cum all over your face and down your throat, understand, baby?" Jennifer whined, loving the way (Y/N) was talking to her. She deserved every ounce of degradation. She deserved to be talked so lowly, so down upon.
Especially with her doing the same to (Y/N) for several years, it was well much needed and much deserved.
Jennifer lapped her tongue up and down (Y/N)'s folds, moaning against her cunt as she grew wetter, feeling the slickness in between her own thighs beginning to stick to her skin. "That's it," (Y/N) cooed, voice cracking as she moans. "You've got me so fucking close, Jen... you want me to release myself on your tongue, huh? Going to cum... going to cum just for you, baby.... oh, fuck..."
As soon as that sentence left her lips, Jennifer's lips are being soaked with (Y/N)'s orgasm, her juices splashing across her tongue and rushing down her throat.
Jennifer was practically getting drowned with (Y/N)'s orgasm and yet, somehow, she didn't seem to mind whatsoever. If this was the way to die, so be it. She'd be more than happy to die by pussy. "Fuck.... Jen," (Y/N)'s voice came out shaky as she slowly got off of her face and slid down to rest between Jennifer's thighs, not thinking twice before she tore the skirt down her legs.
One moment, Jennifer is having her face full of cunt and pussy juice and not even a millisecond later, (Y/N) is shoving her face into Jennifer's pussy, lapping her tongue up and down her slit as if she was starving for it.
As if she was waiting forever to devour into her cunt. (Which.... is partially true. (Y/N) had been waiting to eat her best friend out, since, like... forever.) "Oh, fuck! (Y/N)!" It was exactly like she visualized it, Jennifer was a withering, moaning little mess. And (Y/N) wanted to continue to make a mess upon her.
"Please, don't stop, please don't stop." Jennifer begged, fingers itching forward to rest against (Y/N)'s cheek, her thumb brushing across her blemish free skin.
"Your skin is so smooth," Jennifer said suddenly, not thinking much about it, "What product have you been using?" (Y/N) giggled before she looked up, her chin and upper lips glistening underneath the pale fluorescent lights that hung above on the ceiling.
"Just some cheap dollar brand shit I found at the local store. Glad it's working... Now, shut up, will you? Can't a gal enjoy her feast without interruption?" Jennifer huffed but nodded, leaning more comfortably onto the cushions of the couch. "Yes, ma'am," She laughed but the laughter is quick to be replaced with a squeak, as (Y/N) shoved not one but two of her fingers inside of Jennifer's cunt. "For someone whose slept with the entire football team, your pussy is fucking tight...." "Hey, how dare you! I've slept with the football and basketball team, thank you very much." "Whatever, either way, you're a slut, Jen. And yet, your pussy is so fucking tight...... too bad I don't have a cock to stuff you with. I suppose we'll just have to scissor, hm?" Jennifer's cheeks flared up and she nodded almost desperately. "Yes, fuck, yes please... I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine, please," "Such an eager whore, God damn..." (Y/N) giggled before she took her fingers away and straddled Jennifer's lap before she slowly sunk herself down, her clit meeting with Jennifer's.
Before either one said or did anything else, (Y/N) shoved her fingers down Jennifer's throat, forcing her to taste herself.
Happily, Jennifer swirled her tongue across (Y/N)'s fingers, moaning at the taste of herself. Slowly, but surely, (Y/N) rocked her hips back and forth, dropping her hand down to rest against Jennifer's breast. "Oh.... fuck," Jennifer threw her head back and fluttered her eyelids closed at the sensation that blossomed over her.
"That feels so good... love the feeling of your clit against mine," Jennifer whined. (Y/N) nodded before she's squeezing Jennifer's nipple with her index finger and thumb. Jennifer gasps and arches her back upward, trying her hardest from the position she was in to meet with (Y/N)'s thrusts. "You make me feel so fucking good, fuck...." Jennifer moaned, her left hand coming within contact of (Y/N)'s nipple. She fondles with her breast while (Y/N) does the same with Jennifer's. "And only I can make you feel good from now on, do you understand?" (Y/N) growled, twisting Jennifer's nipple once more, just a bit harder this time. "Fuck!" Jennifer squealed but nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, yes (Y/N). I'm all yours." "Hm? Say that again? Who does the famous Jennifer Check belong to?" "You! (Y/N), you! I belong to you. I'm yours." "There we go, such a good girl, fuck.... I love you so much," (Y/N)'s quick to lean forward and crash her lips against Jennifer's. "A-Ah... I love you too, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to admit that but I do, I love you, (Y/N)..." Jennifer murmurs before she's kissing (Y/N) back fully. The room was silent other than their breathless moans and whiny, desperate whimpers. (Of course, the wetness of their pussies rubbing against one another, too.) "You're mine. Nobody can have you or touch you. Only I can. Only I can make you feel this good. D'ya understand?" (Y/N) says as she pulls back from the heated make out session, only to lean down, her mouth coming within contact of Jennifer's skin, sucking deep and purple marks against her neck. "Yours.... Yours, (Y/N)." Jennifer mewled, closing her eyelids as her best friend - slash - girlfriend marked her, claiming her as hers and only hers.
"Good girl," (Y/N) whispers against Jennifer's ear, adding a bit of pressure down against her clit, rubbing her cunt roughly against Jennifer's.
This causes heat to rise to Jennifer's cheeks and make goosebumps to trail up and down her body, a tingly sensation zig-zagging this way and that across her spine.
"Baby, I'm going to cum..." Jennifer announced. "Baby, please..." "Going to be my good girl and cum for me, huh? You going to be my good girl and cum for me? Go on then. Cum for me, Jennifer." Jennifer gasps, her hands falling from where it had been at (Y/N)'s chest down to her own as she digs her fingernails into her skin, getting closer and closer to her reach. Then, finally, she comes with a loud shriek.
"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" Almost instantly, (Y/N) comes with her too, panting and breathing heavy as she does so. The two take a minute or two to get their breathing back in control before (Y/N) crawls off of Jennifer and plops down at her feet. "I didn't expect that to happen tonight..." (Y/N) said, looking over at Jennifer with a laugh. "Neither did I... I was actually supposed to see a band tonight. Low Shoulder, I think it was called but Needy called out the last second. I was plastered the moment I saw you and well, figured I'd tease you just to tease you like per usual... didn't think this was going to happen," Jennifer confirmed, her cheeks flushing as she admits that statement.
"I think this was a lot more better than seeing that band, though." Jennifer confirmed with a nod of her head. "Oh, yeah? Pussy whipped already?" "Oh, shut up," Jennifer groaned, reaching for the pillow that had fallen earlier, she flings it over at (Y/N)'s head. "I always knew you had a thing for me," (Y/N) said, ignoring the fact she had just been hit in the face with a pillow. "Really?" Jennifer questioned. "Mhm.... Needy told me, too." "That little skank! I knew I shouldn't have told her...." "Hey, if you hadn't, we probably wouldn't have been here tonight," (Y/N) informed. "Fair enough," Jennifer leaned forward and pressed a lovingly, tender kiss against (Y/N)'s cheek. "I'll have to thank her for introducing us..." "It reeks of sex in here — OH MY GOD. Did you somehow fucking forget I lived here, too!?" The couple were fast to pull back and away from each other but instead of feeling ashamed with themselves, they broke out in a fit of giggles.
At the doorway stood an embarrassed, red-faced Chip and an annoyed looking Needy. "Well.... now is your chance to tell her 'thank you', I guess..."
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PILLOW-HUMPING ➪ jennifer check
❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off
❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader
❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)
❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?
❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞
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“, never have i ever masturbated?”
at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”
you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.
“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”
you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.
“i’m s-sorry, a what?”
“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.
“wanna find out?”
at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.
“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“
“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.
“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.
you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.
“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.
“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.
“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.
only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.
“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.
“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.
“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”
you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.
your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.
“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.
“how does s’feel?”
your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.
“j-jen, it f-feels…”
at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.
through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.
“y’wanna know what feels even better?”
at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.
“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”
you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.
“j-jennifer…”
at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.
“jen, w-what-“
she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.
“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.
she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.
“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”
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