The Druid - Slasher series
Druid!Connor Rijkers x Fem!Virgin!Reader
TW: obsessive behavior, blood, murderer, mention of drugs and alcohol, s3xual assault, slasher violence, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (f! receiving), masked man, lots of cussing (i'm also just a girl), Connor being overprotective- best friend's brother.
The story line was changed a bit but nothing too drastic, ENJOY!
Word count: 3.7K
The cold thud of the iron dor hitting the wall echoed throughout the whole apartment complex, followed by Kit Jennings desperate pleads for help.
A drug dealer, sex addicted, professional in order disturbance screaming for help running up the stairs.
Not a single soul would dare to step out of their dear homes to help the desperate mess Kit was. His death was nothing more than a simple disturbance in the non-existent peace of the apartments.
But you dared.
You were home alone and slightly opened the door, crossing eyes with Kit before grabbing his bloody hand.
Your hands touched for a splint second before the masked killer pushed him back. Your hand was immediately ripped from his as your eyes crossed the lifeless mask of the killer.
The purple lights coming from the killers mask was the last sprinkle of life Kit Jennings saw before being stabbed five more times before falling to the ground once more, blinking twice.
Whatever happened next, you didn't bring courage of yourself to see enough. The very next second, you shut your door closed while you forced your own silhouette against it.
The loud punches on the door followed a dark, lingering, modified voice sweet calling you.
"Darling...open for me."
Your heartbeats got caught up in a quicker pace as air couldn't leave your lungs.
Your vision became blurry with the tears surfacing your eyes, the panic pressing you entirely down while your senses shut off.
The last thing your heard before dying on yourself were the words of a sweet serial killer;
"I ain't hurting you, love."
The last thing you knew was that the door opened but you couldn't do anything about it.
Your death came.
THE SOLSTICE |
A YEAR AFTER
Nothing but a regular morning where the sun bathed your window with light; a reminder to wake up, as if you had slept anyways.
The last year crime haunted you constantly, reminding you how lifeless and desperate was the look on Kit's face in his last moments.
You couldn't remember anything after the door opening, your only proof that the killer entered your apartment where the bloody marks of his chunky boots on the light colored floor.
The smell of his blood was carved in your memory, as much as you wished the answers of your chemistry exam were.
You had a long day coming, perhaps your last one.
The hallways looked the same as a year before: cold, depressing and lonely.
Not a single soul could be spotted around while you stepped carefully on each stair step, jiggling a full trash bag beside you.
You found your way quickly, shoving the trash bag in one of the huge cans at the parking lot.
You got lost in your own thoughts: Kit Jennings ran through the same parking lot.
Bleeding the life out of himself.
Screaming for help.
"Morning, princess."
The sudden movement startled you, who turned around immediately to seek for the voice.
His morning face looked puffy but never less majestic than always.
His dark eyes stared deeply onto your soul, even when you pretended not to see his look falling slightly to your briefly exposed cleavage.
His smile turned into a smirk a few seconds after, waiting patiently for you to answer.
His shirt was a bit fallen to the side of his left shoulder, exposing a bit of his toned chest.
His arms flexed when he opened the trash can, throwing his own bag inside.
God, his arms where double the size of your head. All you could imagine was the way that his arms would crush your neck if he wanted to. How he could easily manhandle you as he wished so.
Jesus Christ.
You bit your lip while carelessly admiring the damn greek god in front of you.
Your mind was flying a bit too away to care that he may have noticed long ago the way that you were eagerly looking at him.
That man was a fucking monument.
"Y/N?" Stealing you from your trance of prohibited fantasies, your best friend's brother called you again.
"God! Sorry, Connor. Good Morning." You felt embarrassed by how he was looking at you.
His arms crossed while he towered over you, watching you bite your lip nervously.
Of bloody course he noticed you eye-fucking him.
"You were never too discreet, where you, darling?" His hand grabbed your chin, forcing your head up to look at him.
Your eyes met while you felt the familiar burning feeling consume your stomach whenever you felt Connor too close.
The door of the back hanging open was the reason for you to push him away while you tried to put yourself together.
"Connor, Y/N, good morning." Angel's voice sounded sleepily while he opened the trash can, looking both of you up and down before going back inside smiling.
You knew you couldn't have anything with Connor. You couldn't imagine how Jen would react to that and you didn't really felt like loosing one of your best friends.
You offered Connor a glance before going back inside, immediately meeting Jen in your way back.
"Hey, where were you? I was waiting for our breakfast." You felt her glaze burn over you while you tried to form a coherent phrase.
"Shit, so sorry. Got caught up with chores." Yes, you were a fucking liar.
But do you know what else do you wanted to fuck? Conn-
"Hey sis." Connor shoved his hand up Jen's head and you questioned yourself when the hell had he gotten there since you didn’t hear the door open at all.
"You asshole! I spent 30 minutes doing this shit." She referred to the hairstyle that he almost ruined, hitting his chest back.
“Let's go, pretty. We're leaving, finals week." She grabbed you hand while you waved weirdly at the other Rjikers, leaving while trying your best to forget about the past tension in the air.
THE SOLSTICE |
TWO DAYS
Two days after a completed year, half of the school was dressed as the so-called Druid.
In the meantime of an hour you couldn't bear hearing anything coming from a male's mouth anymore.
"Do you want to feel me shove something down your throat?"
The most torturing and ridiculous pick up lines were the only thing that their brains could possibly work to say.
Jen had already been harassed by one of the boys at the lab, talking about her mother's suicide in such cruel and hypocrite way.
After the bell rang, you ran to the parking lot expecting Jen and Saadia, but none of them appeared.
While you waited outside alone, you felt your body freeze while a hand caressed your waist tracing an up and down motion over your shirt.
Immediately turning around, you met the cold blooded killer's mask staring right at your pretty face, holding a machete on the other hand.
"Shut up or i kill you." His deep tone hit you but you couldn’t bring yourself to recognize who was it. The machete was resting against the curve of your neck and you couldn't feel the metal enough to decide if it was real or not.
How come there was no one at the parking lot?
"Please..." A quiet whimper left your trembling lips as your hand got up to touch whoever in their chest.
"Your adorable when you beg." He laughed loudly, throwing the machete on the floor and turning both of you around, in a motion where your back would be facing the wall.
You felt panic wash through you as he ripped off his mask.
"Charlie, WHAT THE FU-" You immediately recognized the stranger's face while screaming. He stopped you there, shoving his mouth on yours while pushing both your wrists against the wall aggressively.
You bit his lip and felt his blood come into your own mouth as he moaned out. Feeling his grip tighten, you kicked his balls certainly, watching as his hands immediately went to find his pain spot, setting you free.
You were quick to walk away, meeting Jen and Saadia at the entrance.
Both of them looked at you scared.
Well, you had blood that did not belong to you staining your lips, death grip marks on both your wrists and your hair certainly looked a mess.
"Are you okay?" Saadia's worried look hit you immediately while she held you close.
"I- Charlie-" You couldn't bring yourself to formulate an answer as your lips started to tremble and your eyes flooded with shiny tears.
Jen was quick to understand and bursted outside, looking for Charlie and finding nothing more than a cheap copy of the Druid's mask that he left behind.
As you walked yourself home, you felt most citizens glare at you. You were on the Dead Pool as first of the list. Everyone was convinced you were going to die soon enough.
Your lonely thoughts never left your head as you walked silently to your own apartment, ignoring Dan’s loud voice at you.
At the end of the hallway, Connor watched you walk alone. You weren’t as shiny as usually. You were the ray of sunshine that cleared up his gloomy days.
You never left your apartment that night.
But your unexpected visit did.
The Druid watched you sleeping peacefully on your couch, dressed in nothing but a pair of a shirt that didn’t belong to you and laced panties.
The killer’s fingers traced their way up your tights as light as a feather feeling your skin crawl at the motion.
Their fingers got hypnotized at the draws of the lace in your panties, enough for them to keep admiring you in your peaceful sleep.
Your angelic figure didn’t take much space at the couch, giving them enough space to set themselves comfortable beside you.
The night was silent and your silent snores took their mind over.
You were theirs.
Whether you liked it or not, you were their property from now on.
And whoever dared to touch you, would have a fucking neon target on their backs.
Oh, how he loved you.
His personal and dear princess.
THE SOLSTICE PARTY |
THE TRUTH
Your visit to a random costume store got you more stress than happiness, Charlie couldn’t help himself in bothering anyone around him.
“Hello, cutie.” His eyes locked on your figure as you left the fitting room dressed in your costume.
“Fuck off, Charlie.” He took a few steps on your direction getting you to take a few back.
Jen and Saadia where at the other fitting room and Connor was at the other side of the store.
Once again, you were on your own.
“What’s up, bitch? No one coming to the rescue?” You felt yourself panic as you realized you were trapped.
For the first time feeling your survival instincts kicking in, you grabbed a small chair and threw on Charlie’s figure, only to find Connor behind him looking flabbergasted.
“Hey.” Your weird smirk to Connor made him feel warm inside, how cute you looked forgetting about the murdering rage he felt seconds ago.
The Druid certainly had his next victim. He just didn’t promise it would be you.
THE SOLSTICE PARTY |
THE ANNIVERSARY
The Solstice party was all everyone at school ever talked about. Actually, everyone at the city.
You could only predict one thing: The amount of Druids there would be nothing but bizarre.
Also, the amount of murderers didn't even need to me mentioned. Frank Dixon had his head chopped off, Cassidy was melted with acid, Xander isn't even to be mentioned, Mrs. Greenberg was dissected alive.
Anyways, that didn't stop reckless teenagers to go celebrate with uncountable drugs, drinks and messy sex.
You couldn't judge much though. You were one of these.
Your fairy fantasy called a bit of attention, specially for someone who barely exposed their body so much.
You, Connor, Jen and Saadia were sitting peacefully at a couch watching everyone do whatever uncontrolled teens do.
The bright lights got you distracted for a while, everything was a bit too bright.
Jen went to grab a drink, Saadia went with her, you guess? Both were gone.
Then, it was just you and Connor.
You looked up at your companion only to find that he was already looking at you.
You felt your cheeks heat up as embarrassment took you over.
"I think i'm going to the bathroom." You gave him a sly smile while you got up.
"Do you know where's it?" He looked at you confused. You were not exactly the party type and you've never been to the solstice party before.
"I have my ways, pretty boy." You winked at him and suddenly couldn't recognize where all that courage came from.
He put his hands up, surrendering and smiling at you with that pretty mouth of his.
Little did you know that moments after you left, he was quick to follow you.
In your way to the bathroom you realized the path which led there was dark. Even though it was dangerous with all the possible murderers, you went with it.
Yet, an arm in front of you stopped your way all of a sudden.
You were quick to look up to the person's face, only to find Charlie once more dressed as the Druid.
"Looks like we meet once more." He looked at you as a shiver went down your spine. You didn't have an immediate reaction as you watched he grab you closely. You tried to scream but his hand was quick to close your mouth. Even if he hadn't, the loud music would be enough to no one hear you. "What about we finish what we started a while ago?"
You tried to fight him only to end up with a cut on your neck from a knife you hadn't noticed he held against you.
As your back faced the wall, you tried your best to scape from him in such a dark alley.
Charlie used to be inoffensive on his jokes. Not anymore, apparently.
Charlie smirked at you as he tried to force your clothes out, only for you to watch as his face became totally pale and blanc in expression.
A baseball bat suddenly went through Charlie's head. You had no reaction as you looked at his back to see the real fucking Druid, holding a silver baseball bat that now was really bloody.
His mask was glowing in purple that lighted up you face as he held Charlie and gave you space to run.
And you did, as fast as you could go through the darkness only to find yourself lost in another dark alley. Just not as dark as the other one. A few of the party's lights could be seen from there, which was easier to possibly run away from the killer.
You were breathless and lost, feeling the cold from the wall behind you as you touched it trying to take control over yourself.
You were so focused on yourself you couldn't hear the sound the Druid's chunky boots made hitting the floor while he walked up to you.
When you came to notice, the Druid was face to face with you caging you to the wall, once more.
"Are you okay, princess?" His voice was deep and a familiarity on it hit your brain, but you couldn't think right.
His mask came to the crook of your neck as he towered over your much shorter figure. You could feel his breath through the small hole of the mask and you asked yourself why weren't you running.
You did know he was a killer. Yet, you weren't as scared as when Charlie came close to you. A familiar delight took over your chest as his voice sounded again.
"He won't hurt you anymore. No one ever will." His breath hit your ear and you felt your whole body grow hotter.
You were mentally cursing at yourself for feeling that way. He was a murderer and had just killed someone in front of you.
Yet, you couldn't help feeling horny at how close he was.
God, you were pathetic.
"I-" Took you a moment to form a coherent phrase as all of a sudden you felt warm, wet kisses being left on your neck. "Are you going to hurt me?"
You couldn't see his face and didn't dare to. But you heard his giggle.
"Never, princess."
His gloved hands met your waist and you felt a pool of your own arousal accumulate on your underwear.
One of his hands moved to the band of your mini skirt, playing with it.
"You are really pretty, do you know that?" Both his hands traveled down your skirt to find themselves under your tights, pulling your legs up to circle his waist.
"I-I've never-" Your breath got caught up in your throat. "Oh god."
You moaned loudly as you felt one of his gloved fingers press firmly against your sweet button.
The friction on your clit made you jump a bit, humping yourself accidentally against his crotch.
"Can i make you feel good, princess?" Your eyes were closed as you knew he was unmasked. His lips found a way to yours as his hands slid up and down your tights.
Your lips together were in a slow and hot motion as your hands met the back of his head, only to encounter the fabric of his hoodie over his head.
As you pushed him closer to you, his tongue slipped inside your mouth in a sloppy and messy kiss.
You had little to no experience, but, kissing him? God, was like meeting heaven without ever entering.
He broke the kiss apart just to look at yours still closed eyes.
"I need you to answer me, princess." He watched closely as your whimpered when he grabbed the flesh of your butt.
"Yes, please." You could feel your voice tremble but you couldn't care less. You knew how wrong you were but you couldn't help. You've never wanted anything harder.
The next second you didn't think much as you felt his hand cup your pussy over your underwear.
You left out a pornographic moan as he was quick to slid your underwear to the side just to slid a finger over your already wet folds.
The wet sounds that left your pussy made you feel hotter than before, your face heating up while grabbing the back of his hoodie, too worked up to even think about who is it or to even open your eyes to his unknown identity.
Still holding you close to his waist, you felt him going down and kneeling on the floor.
With your legs over his broad shoulders, you felt as his hands slid back and forth over your tights and ass.
You opened your eyes to find yourself a bit disappointed. His mask was up his head, which meant you couldn't see anything.
But you could feel.
He slid your panties back to the side only to aggressively shove his tongue over your wet folds, loving the sound of your moans as he pleasured you.
He hummed into your pussy as he licked another strip of it. The shocks it sent over your whole body had you whimpering loudly, as you pushed his head harder over you.
He smiled going down on you, sucking on your clit grinding his teeth lightly against you.
Feeling you moving more over him, he forced his tongue up your clit in an eight nonstop motion.
The pleasure you felt was unmeasurable as a totally new feeling. Christ, you couldn't keep yourself quiet. You were moaning loudly nonstop as he kept sucking you off.
He felt your legs shake as you discovered that new feeling of that knot ready to untie on your lower belly.
Feeling you shaky, his grip on you became stronger, pulling you to himself and sucking on your clit harder.
As you were each second closer to your high, he felt you wet enough to be able to take his fingers.
Whilst sucking on your clit, he guided one of his now ungloved fingers to your tight entrance, pushing it in.
After that, everything felt like a blur.
He pumped his fingers in and out of you as his teeth brushed lightly against your clit at his aggressive motion.
The feeling of him filling you up with only his fingers felt too overwhelming followed by his wet and hot tongue sliding against your most sensitive spot.
He curved his finger inside of you only to hit that spongy spot, snapping the tight knot in your belly and getting a scream out of you.
He smiled while licking you clean, getting up still holding you high with one of his hands, offering the one that was in your pussy for you to lick clean.
Getting his mask right on the face, he got up to stare at you doing a good work.
"Such a good girl." He murmured as you sucked his finger off. You whimpered as he took his finger out of your mouth, feeling you get your consciousness back after getting out of the high your orgasm brought you.
"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart." His ungloved hand slid to his mask, which he pulled off to kiss you now seeing him.
Your lips closed against each other as you felt your own taste on your tongue. You tasted sour and a bit sweet on his lips as you recognized it coming of yourself.
You just then realized he was unmasked. And told you to keep your eyes open, not that you exactly obeyed.
As you opened your eyes you felt the heavy gaze of Connor Rjikers over you.
Just in that moment you realized what you've done. And with who you've done.
In that dark alley and alone with a serial killer you realized he was not just a murderer. He was the guy you were in love with, your best friend's hot brother.
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