Heyy it's been 2 years, how are you? Hope you doing good 🫶🏻🫶🏻
hey 🫶 i’m good! i’m actually really good 🖤
i’m happily married now, and almost 22 :3
lots of things have happened, good and bad. but mostly good 🖤
i want to thank every single one of you for sticking around for my horny garbage lmao, y’all are real for it 🖤 i won’t be posting anymore, but i’m definitely going to keep this account around so that anyone can read this stuff (if they even like it lol)
I saw your Yandere Gaz IM ON MY KNEES PLEASE DO GHOST 😭✨
just one more~
(ghost x gn! reader)
a/n: on your knees, eh?~ /j
cw: dead dove do not eat, dubcon/noncon, possessive sex, yandere behavior, biting, just filthy cuz I’m feral, overstimulation, bondage, choking, cockwarming, mention of kidnapping, a bit of soft Ghost (but just a lil)
“C’mon love, y’can take one more-“ Simon growls, his knuckles digging into the small of your bag as his hips press against yours, his thick cock pressed deep inside of you.
Your face was halfway smashed into the mattress, whimpers escaping behind the duct tape slapped over your mouth. You were laying right on top of your zip-tied wrists, and you could feel the springs of the bed surrounding your fingers from how hard he was pressing you down. A slight scent of cigarettes filled your nose, although faint.
You lost count of how many times he made you cum. Your mind swam and your thighs shook violently every time he pushed in and out, dragging on your walls and making you whimper.
Ghost huffs deeply above you, his free hand that wasn’t pushing you down gripped tightly on your hip to keep you moving. He knew you were tired, but he absolutely wasn’t. High stamina is a blessing, and he’s taking full advantage of it just for you.~
He knew that you were a bit uncomfy with the duct tape, and he hated that he couldn’t hear you cry his name, but he really had no choice in the matter. You were prone to bite in protest to your “rehoming”, and he wanted to be the only one to bite in this relationship.
Simon gripped you even harder and leaned down, biting into your shoulder blade as he thrust his hips faster, trying to get you to cum just from getting bit. It worked, and you squealed loudly and shook hard from the sudden and powerful orgasm that he pulled from you. He shushes you as you sob from the overstimulation, wrapping a hand around your chest to pull you onto your knees.
“Such a good baby…” He hums as you shake, the new position burying him in even deeper. He trails gentle kisses on the bite, nipping from time to time around it just to make you jump and move for him. His thick cum begins to drip out of you now, but Ghost doesn’t seem to care. You’re his anyway, it doesn’t matter.
The sight of his cum inside of you did turn him on even more though, and he decided that pulling one more out of you would satisfy him. He said that 3 orgasms ago too, but hey, you didn’t seem to be complaining.~
“One more for me, darlin’?” Simon asks you, even though he knows whether you said yes or no, he was going to make you cum anyway.
You barely had the capacity to shake your head yes or no, letting out a small, gurgled whine instead. You couldn’t seem to stop shaking, your body was tired and fucked out like a good little thing, your eyes foggy and slow to blink.
“Last one- Last one, I promise…~” Ghost grunts, slowly pushing in and out of your hole again; your tightness making him let out a genuinely soft moan under his breath. He couldn’t help it, he was so smitten with you that it almost hurt. He couldn’t help but take you, claim you and call you his.~
Knowing that this was the last time he would make you cum tonight spurred him on, his hips slamming against yours to make it a good one. “Fuckin’ mine-“ He growls into your ear, his eyes half-lidded as the black surrounding them dripped down his cheeks from sweat, revealing even more of his human skin rather than the mask he protects himself with. You were the only one to see him without it consistently, and he wanted to reward you greatly for such an achievement by blowing your goddamn back out.~
He made you cry out from how fast he thrusted into you, slamming into your deepest places and making your toes curl from both the pain and the pleasure of it all. Sobs wracked your body, tears coating the duct tape as you felt yourself get close. By now, Ghost could tell when you were about the cum so he acted accordingly: quickly rubbing your throbbing heat, desperate to watch the beauty of your body’s reaction.
It didn’t take long, considering how sensitive you were to everything around you. Your body was on fire, and his incessant rubbing made you finally fall apart and crash into white-hot pleasure. You practically screamed through the tape, writhing in your binds as your body crumbles into Ghost’s arms. He happily holds you tight, roughly pressing his hips to yours to fill you up for what felt like the thousandth time of the night.
“So good… Y’did so well…” He praised gruffly. He wasn’t the best at spoken rewards, so he mainly relied on his actions. His large, calloused hands give your hips a rewarding squeeze as he peppers your neck with kisses, knowing deep down that he needed to be a bit slower with you. Your chest was heaving and it was hot to watch, but he didn’t want you too sore for him.~
Ghost pulls you down onto the bed and under the blanket, snuggling up behind you and nuzzling your neck as an even greater reward. He swallowed you up from how large he was compared to you, and he loved it. He loved the thought of protecting you from everything, and he knew for sure that he was the only one who could do it right. You were the only person he could guarantee safety to, after everything that he’s loved and lost. You were here, and nothing was going to change that.
His eyes slowly closed, his cock still buried deep inside of you; a reminder that he was always here, and that you were always his.
cw: mention of kidnapping, bondage (sfw), physical assault, drugging w/ a needle, blood, v domestic
I’m all for the “growly, rough Ghost where he throws you on the bed” type yandere stuff, but we gotta admit to ourselves that he is so soft after you’ve been with him awhile
He’s only rough with you because you’re fussy, and when the drugs kick in you see past that, he’s very domestic and gentle with you
He hates hurting you, but he will if provoked
So don’t piss him off.
Anyways-
As soon as you’re more relaxed, he’ll take you from his bed and into the living room to lay on the couch while he does… anything really
He secretly likes showing off his cleaning skills to you, how good he cooks and how comfy he can make you feel
He wants you to feel at home, especially after the first few days and how tough it was for the both of you
He’s still not all that animated and smiley with you, of course, but he’s surprisingly soft and gentle
Simon will lay you on the couch and turn on the television, letting your legs rest in his lap as he rubs your thighs
He cannot keep his hands off of you istg
And not even in a sexual way, he just needs to be touching you at all times
If he isn’t, then he’s cleaning or making you food, that’s it
One day very early on, he felt really bad all night because you had been really wiggly, trying your absolute best to get away from him despite the duct tape binding your limbs together
He got frustrated and had to knock you out by force, and the guilt settled in his chest right after
Especially with the blood on his knuckles from your nose as a reminder
The day after, he brought you out to the couch with the utmost care, cradling your head and giving you a pillow to lay on
To top it off, he squeezed in behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck
One thing about Ghost that I stand by is the fact that it will be a VERY LONG TIME until you actually see his face
He holds the sentiment that taking his mask off is a sign that he trusts you fully, and you’re just not at that point yet :(
But don’t worry, he has a solution!
He covers your eyes with his hand, slipping his mask off to press a kiss to your shoulder
He wants to kiss you, and it’s not the same to do it through his mask, so this was the next best thing
He loves to trail kisses from your forehead to your collarbone, whispering deep, loving things into your ear as a sort of comfort
“Y’so pretty, love… Mm… ya smell nice too…”
He tries his best to compliment you, although you can tell he’s not entirely sure how
He hopes that you’ll come around soon, but until then, he still hides his face like with everyone else
yandere gaz maybe 🫶🫶 (please please please I’m begging please)
I gotchu <3
silent treatment
(yandere! gaz x gn! reader)
cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, noncon/forced facefucking, mention of kidnapping, threat of violence, possessive/yandere behavior, light bondage kink (gaz likes tying you up don’t @ me), mention of drugging, assault, light head injury, delusional thoughts (Gaz)
“Y’know you can talk whenever you want, love.” Kyle “Gaz” Garrick speaks, his soft voice echoing through the room.
He was sitting in between your legs, his arms around your waist as he looked into your eyes which never seemed to land on his. It made him a bit upset, but he understood why. Think about it: anyone who was kidnapped from their home and kept tied up in a chair would feel angry! And he understood that; but it was for your own good! He’d make you see.
“I just wish you’d speak… I miss your voice.” He hums, keeping his voice soft and patient as he moves to rub your hips gently. You knew it was only a ruse to garner your sympathy, so you didn’t take the bait. You did that the last time by letting Gaz make you something to drink, and look where it got you; tied up in some dingy basement with a dripping pipe and a crazy stalker.
He was getting impatient, and you knew that. It was evident by how he touched you. The man had expressed interest in you some time ago, which you had politely declined. He took it with grace, smiling at you and saying that it wasn’t a problem. Obviously, he didn’t accept the rejection as easily as you thought.
“Come on. Say something..!” Gaz talks a little louder, cupping your cheek in his hand and rubbing your skin softly with his thumb. His hands were calloused; years of military service will do that, but oddly, his hands were still soft. You move your face away from him, not wanting him to touch you after all that he’s done. Unfortunately for you, Gaz is not one to give up easily.
You turning your head was the last straw. He thought he was patient enough to stand you ignoring him for hours… hell, even days if need be, but he wasn’t. You were here, and fully his now. What was to stop him from taking what he wanted? Nothing.
You gasp as the flimsy folding chair you were strapped to was suddenly tipped over harshly, making you fall backwards and your head smack against the cool cement floor. Black and purple dots flashed across your eyes, dizziness violently pushing through your senses and making you screech in fear of your life. Your stomach flipped even more as you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Gaz was sitting on you, his knees on either side of your body.
His breaths were heavy and angry, feelings of hurt spreading through his body like wildfire.
Even though you acted like you hated him... he still loved you. And the thought of what he would be able to do with you now that you were unconditionally his made him excited. He had thoughts of these things before, sure, but never had he expected that he would actually follow through with his sick and twisted fantasies.
He found you captivating, all tied up and vulnerable. The warmth in his cheeks was hard to ignore.
“You- You look pretty like that...” He swallows, suddenly getting flustered after making a confident move like tipping your chair over and sitting on you. You thrash under him, but the bindings were too tight. Your skin felt like fire from the friction, and tears pricked at your eyes from the fear of what he might do in this position that you seem to have put yourself in.
The unzipping of Gaz’s pants gave you to answer, your eyes wide as you begin to scream.
“DON’T DO THIS!! STOP!!” You cry, the man’s hand reaching out and grabbing your cheeks to shut you up.
“Nope. You didn’t wanna talk… so now I’m not going to listen.”
You eyes blow wide as he pushes his boxers down, his hard cock giving a light bounce from being free from the confines. He sighed, obviously happy that he was free as well. You give another, much weaker protest as he moved his lower body, gripping your cheeks even harder to make you open your mouth. His thighs press against the sides of your head, boxing you in and making you feel even more trapped.
“Open up, love...” Gaz practically begs, wanting so bad to be in your mouth like in his wildest dreams. His hips jumped from excitement as you fought back, trying anything you possibly could. It was no use. He let you fight it out, keeping you still and his warm tip touching your exposed lips as you struggled and fought hard. “Shhh...” He hushed you softly.
Soon enough, like anyone does, you got tired. You were weak enough now that Gaz took this opportunity to slide his dick right past your lips and down your throat, letting out a choked moan deep in his chest. It was heavy on your tongue, and you tried your best to remind yourself to breathe as his hips stuttered from the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
“Fuuuck, that’s good...” You hear him growl, his chest heaving as he let you adjust for a moment. He tested you, pushing himself in even more to where your nose practically touched his skin, your whimpers and struggles ignored.
His hips began to move, thrusting softly to get you used to it. Even in this horrible situation, you noticed that he does tale care not to torture you… too much anyway.
“Y-Ya feel s’good baby…” He slurred, his thrusts into your mouth becoming desperate as his excitement grew. He could scarcely believe that this was happening: you, all tied up and under him, and you were sucking him off!! What a pleasure it was! And you felt so good he could hardly stand it! He was close already...
He had touched himself to you a few times, but he always felt bad about it afterwards. He was supposed to cum for you, not for himself! He was sure you’d forgive him, and it really didn’t matter now since you were here!
Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt Kyle brace himself, fucking down your throat faster and messier as time went on. There was a rough gurgling sound coming from you and the mess he was making, and it only seemed to spur him on more.
His hips stuttered and pressed close to you, letting out a deep groan as he shot ropes of hot cum down your throat before you could prepare yourself. You barely had to swallow any of it, he was so far down your throat when he came.
“S-Sorry..!” He quickly apologized, kissing your head and wiping your face with his shirt as an attempt at an apology. He truly wasn’t sorry, and you could tell from the lovestruck look on his face. His breath was heavy and his already tight shirt damp with sweat, showing off his muscles perfectly as his chest heaved. You had to look away, this wasn’t the time for admiring your kidnapper if there ever was one.
Gaz frowned, seeing your eyes float back over to the wall again. He sighed softly, his anger bubbling back up in his stomach. He pulled his pants back on and stood up, storming out of the room and turning the lights off on you. In the pitch black, you swallowed hard.
You knew to be scared, and rightfully so. He was planning and thinking, plotting a venture for the both of you to get to know each other better. After all, you were going to be with him for a very long time, so why not?~
a/n: had a fever dream and I just HAD to write this 🤭
cw: dead dove do not eat, just filthy smut, mention of being fuckbuddies, possessive sex, size difference, tummy bulge, claiming, fucking while unconscious, cumming inside without permission, noncon near the end, mention of kidnapping
“S-So fuckin’ tiny~..” König never failed to choke out every time that he pushed inside of you. It was like a tradition now, praising how tight and small you were compared to the massive, hulking man on top of you.
You never failed to shed a tear every time he pushed in, his cock practically breaking you apart the first time. It luckily had gotten easier, but your hole still struggled to take him every time. He made you cum better than anyone else ever had, so it was all worth it in the end.
This time, he was too excited to wait for you to adjust before thrusting his hips, his dog tags jingling softly from his pace. Your moans made him growl, burying himself deep inside to watch your belly bulge from his massive cock. He loves doing that, your moans get so loud and cute!~
He suddenly presses your knees to your chest, making you squeal as he fucks into you over and over. König huffs, biting lovingly into your calf as he watches his big dick disappear into your hole and reappear again, his hips kissing yours every single time just to hit that spot that he knows makes your eyes roll back.
“Mmh… gonna cum in you this time- you’ll be mine-“ The giant man grunts, his grip on your thighs even tighter as he quickens his pace. Your veins run cold. He’s never done that before. You two agreed that this was just a hookup thing, not anything serious!! You try to pull yourself away from him, your legs pushing off of his broad and scarred shoulders.
“Ah ah!” He shouts, pausing his relentless thrusts to hold your down at your arms, his leg coming around and hooking his knee over your leg to keep you from kicking too much. Sweat dripped from his rough skin, mixing with yours as he descended onto you once again.
“M’ sorry… I jus’ need you so bad…” He slurs slightly, a telltale sign that he was close to cumming. He resumes the desperate thrusts of his hips, managing to pound against your sweet spot with every stroke. “Mine, mine, mine~” He chanted, punctuating every slap of his skin to yours with a claiming note. You couldn’t stop yourself from cumming all over him, gushing and shaking as he fucks you through it to reach his own high.
König’s end came quickly, his thick and hot cum spilling into you like a waterfall as his shaky hips press against yours to keep it all inside. “Alles meins…~” He whispers into your ear, his breath heavy from his orgasm. His grip stays, his fingers digging into your skin just to feel it under him. You belong here. Right here, under him. All pretty and full for him~
His eyes were blown wide, staring at your beautiful figure as he started to move again. He didn’t need long to cool down, he was so insatiable when it came to you! Orgasm upon orgasm wracked your little body, sending you into cockdrunk stupor with your eyes barely open; and even then, König refused to stop using your pretty hole. You were long unconscious, but he was still chasing that high of the crown of his cock catching on you and sinking in. He lived for that, his head falling back from how tight and perfect you are.
He planned to never let you leave. You are his, and you’ll be happy, he knows it.~
cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, gender neutral reader, yandere, noncon/dubcon thigh riding, blood kink, mask kink, light knifeplay, fuck or die lite™️, soft dirty talk, blood, mentions of murder, the reader is brutally stabbed, backstabbing (lol you’ll get it), physical assault, death threats, threat of wound fucking, horny Ghostie
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The mist seemed a lot thicker than you remembered.
A constant reminder that you were indeed in the dark, as well as in danger. Especially after some asshole decided to make an offering to thicken it. You’d kill that bastard yourself if you could; but you can’t. You are a survivor, a mouse in the classic game. You couldn’t spill blood other than your own even if you wanted to.
Speaking of a cat and mouse game, you definitely felt like a mouse now. Especially when the cat was right across the dingy hallway, grasping another of your vermin brethren by the throat: Ace.
The man coughed as The Ghost Face held him high against the wall, holding his knife up against the man’s throat. The blade was as long as your forearm, glinting in the crude, broken down lighting of the old manufacturing building you were all thrust into for a trial.
A loud boom sounded through the building; a sacrifice had been completed. The hooks were cruel, and you unfortunately couldn’t get there in time to save your other friend.
You slowly peeked through the crack of the red wardrobe you were currently hiding in, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you heard Ace cough again, you supposed that it meant that Ghostface’s grip was now tighter on the poor man’s throat.
“Where. Are. They?” You heard the masked man’s muffled voice. His breathing was labored; chasing survivors around to murder them was obviously a tiring game. But you knew that the bastard enjoyed it. The last time you were against him he took a crude and bloody photo of you as a “keepsake”, according to him.
“W-Who?!” Ace croaked loudly, his legs kicking out in a weak attempt to try and fight off the black-clad killer.
“(Y/N), you stupid fuck!!” The Ghostface roars as he slams Ace against the wall, making the man nearly crack his skull on the dirty cement. Ace groans, choking and sputtering as he tries to get his bearings again after that attack that clearly made him dizzy. He knew that Ghostface was obsessed with you, stopping at nothing to get near you in every single trial you two were in together. The killer’s never been this angry though, and he was scared that he would get killed early from this crazy fucker. He knew that there was only one way to get out of this, and in the end, it was every man for himself.
You swallow hard has Ace slowly raises a bloody finger, pointing directly at the closet you’ve nestled yourself into.
“No...”
Your heart drops into your shoes, the killer slowly turning to face the closet as well. You hear him chuckle as he drops the squirming and injured man, letting him scramble up off of the floor and watch with wide eyes.
His boots sound heavy as they get closer to you, your eyes wide and your heart leaping out of your chest. You knew he was toying with you, there was no way that he ever wanted to go slow at anything. You were supposed to be scared.
The double doors swung open before you could even blink, and without thinking you tried to scamper away as if you even had a chance against him. You screamed as the killer grabbed at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and throwing you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.
“Aw now, don’t run off now sweetpea, we’re just gettin’ started!!” Danny laughs as he sits on top of you to stop you from wiggling.
“NO!!!!” You scream out as you see Ace run off, tears streaming down your cheeks at the prospect of being alone with the lunatic that meant you harm. You wiggle harder, managing to break free from under Ghostface for but a fleeting moment before you feel something roughly pierce your shoulder blade... something sharp.
You scream as Ghostface’s knife pierces you, white-hot pain coursing through your body as you feel ribs crack and blood gush from the wound. You can hear him cooing loudly at you over your screaming, but you couldn’t fully understand what was being said. If you were being honest with yourself, you really didn’t care.
“Aww now, hush!!~ It’s gonna be fine! You’re gonna die anyways!” Danny laughs like it’s the funniest joke ever. He swiftly pulls the knife from your back, listening closely to your whimpering and crying.
He flips you over and you can hear him breathing heavily as he grabs your arms and blood gushes from your shoulder blade. “Y’know what, you sweet little thing? I wanna play just a little…” He chuckles, muffled by the mask as well as the blood rushing through your ears. “Ju-Just a little, I promise! That blood is... it’s fuckin’ hot...” He swallows, his mask getting closer to your face the more he speaks.
“Unluckily for you, though-” He grunts as he lays you flat and hovers over you, suddenly grabbing your neck and squeezing.
“You won’t be seeing my handsome face... This time around anyway~” He jokes as you cough and kick hard; a feeble attempt to escape again. You can feel your own sticky blood pooling on the floor from your open wound, and it made your heart beat even faster and your adrenaline flow, your body practically moving on its own.
As you struggle, you hear him softly grunt, as if he didn’t wanna mention what was wrong in that moment. You finally realize, and it’s horrid. In his efforts to cage you in and trap you under him, he had put his knee in between your legs, causing your sudden movements to rub against him. Was he... turned on by this?! What a fucking pervert...
You stop in your attempts to move after that realization, opting to try moving your legs up to kick him in any way. That only made it worse, his breathing getting labored as he just watched you eerily with that goddamned mask.
“Hey!!!” He shouted suddenly, slamming your body onto the cold floor and bringing you back up again, holding you close to him. “Who fuckin’ said you could stop?” He asked deeply, his voice deep and smooth but sinister at the same time. The rubber of the mask touched your nose as he stared you down, your body shaking under such a dangerous gaze. He sighs, grabbing your hips as he sits you right on his thigh. You felt even more like a mouse, but now you were in the cat’s jaws.
“Move your hips, baby...” You hear him order, his breath heavy with anticipation. You don’t comply for a moment, staring him down in defiance.
“Don’t make me fuck that bloody hole in your back instead, you little bitch.” Danny growls as he reaches around you to poke a finger in your gushing wound to make you squeal, which you do.
This time, you comply, knowing that him getting angrier would lead to a worse fate than this. You slowly move your hips over his toned thigh, your warmth rubbing against the fabric of his bloodstained pants as well as your clothing. Your cheeks were hot, and you had to admit that the friction felt good. But with someone who planned to kill you? Maybe he wouldn’t if you gave him what he wanted...
“That’s it, sweetness... Mm, you’re so warm...” He huffs desperately, his hands gripping your hips hard as he helps you along, pushing you down as he moves his leg for a better angle.
“Yeah, that’s it... Good ‘lil baby...” He praises again and again as you ride him, a gentle whimper from the building pleasure escaping your throat without permission. You can feel your body reacting harshly to everything that has happened, truly obvious from the stain that has appeared on The Ghost’s pants. It all happened so fast, your brain was fuzzy. His hips started to hump against you, begging for some kind of attention in the place he needed you most.
You could hear generators being completed and the lights getting brighter. The other survivors were probably wondering where you were, and your heart stung from the thought that they might just leave without you.
Danny watched as you tried to quickly get yourself off, smiling under the mask at how funny this situation was to him. He never thought you would be this obedient... But he liked it. The killer knew that he should have done this sooner if you were going to be this good of a fucktoy!~
Leather gloves grabbed at your cheeks, squishing them and making your moans muffle just a bit as he forced you to grind on him faster. His index finger forces itself into your mouth, rubbing your tongue with vigor as he continues to move you. A twinge of blood from your wound coats your taste buds, and your warmth throbs from how good it tasted.
“L-Look, sweetcheeks- mmh- I’m okay with not cumming this time... Just this once, y’hear?? But- shit, you gotta move just a teensy bit faster if you wanna get off by the time this is over!” Ghostface cackles hoarsely, gripping your hips harder still.
You moan in response, panic flooding your being with a sense of primal urgency to not only cum, but to get out alive.
You suddenly hear the door alarm; the others had finished with the gens, but still no one was coming for you. You can hear them opening the giant door to escape. Your sense of panic grows, making your hips twitch with both desire and fear.
“D’aww.. they’re leavin’ without you, honeybun... so sad!~” Danny croons playfully, groaning softly still as you continue to move on top of him.
Your brain freezes over, the fear skyrocketing and making everything more... pleasurable? You weren’t sure how that could happen, but you let out a louder moan as you look down to see the Ghostface’s built thigh under you, rubbing on your precious parts with lust. You moan again, unable to contain the fact that your brain is beginning to melt into nothing with pleasure, your hips finally moving on their own.
Your moans get louder and louder, the indication that you were getting close spurring Ghostface on to grip you tighter, his leg moving in sync with your body to help you along.
“That’s it! Cum for me, darling~” The killer calls. Your breaths get heavy, cheeks warm as the feeling building in your tummy finally snaps at his command. Your back arches as you cry out, your broken screams accompanied by the laughter of a psychopath.
“What a good baby!!~ You made me so proud!~” He coos, nuzzling his mask on your cheek as you come down from your high, your legs shaking and your hips twitching. He gushes over you, showing you the stain you left on his pants as well as yours, giving your cheeks a pinch with his leather gloves.
You can barely feel anything as Ghostface picks you up, and you wonder if he’s just going to hang you on a hook and fuck you there until the Entity came to claim you. If you were being honest with yourself, you would rather that have happened.
Instead, he drops you right at the gate: wide open and welcoming you through to the other side.
As a goodbye until your next trial, Ghostface jabs his finger into your wound, cruelly twisting as you writhe and scream on the ground. He cackles wildly, kicking you right in the gut to get you through the door.
A/N: so down bad, y’all- (also i was inspired by @yeyinde , especially for the Price stuff bc hhh- anyway ily and your writing is phenomenal <3)
as always: like & reblog if you enjoy my work~
cw: gender neutral reader, spoiler free, drugging, stalking/night stalking, Ghost goes on a panty raid (but it’s just your toothbrush), jealousy, kidnapping, abuse of power, murder, blackmail, manipulation, noncon touching (non-sexual), Price’s part gets a lil steamy bc i am feral but that’s what we want amirite babes? ;3 (nothing nsfw tho so it’s okay <3)
Simon “Ghost” Riley
The Stalker
The yandere you never see coming. Ever.
Of course you never see him coming, he knows you too well to let you see him
He’s a hardcore watcher when it comes to obsession, choosing to protect you from afar
For now.
He’ll look up from whatever he’s doing to watch you from across the room, barely able to hear your voice but enough to see your form
The famous Ghost isn’t proud to admit it but... he has come into your room before...
While you were sleeping...
Did you know you mumble a bit? He finds it cute~
The touch-starved man will kneel at the edge of your bed, rubbing your lips with his calloused fingers almost as a subliminal plea for you to fall as deeply for him as he has for you
He’s taken things from your room before as well
Nothing too crazy, though! A shirt that he knew for sure you wouldn’t miss, a bracelet, your toothbrush
Anyways-
When you engage in a conversation with him, he is over the fucking moon istg
He acts all serious and stoic on the outside, but on the inside his heart is beating so fast that he feels like it’ll burst out of his chest like a wrecking ball
These interactions don’t happen often, but they do fan the flame immensely, to the point where he decides to take action
Indeed, the yandere you never see coming... until he gives you some tea
A gruff “drink” command tumbles off of his tongue
He’s staring you down as you bring the cup to your lips, innocently sipping away
He adores how much you trust him
Soon enough, you’re falling right into his arms
Right where you always belonged.
John “Soap” MacTavish
The Killer
I feel like Soap’s not one to fall easily for people, but when he saw you for the first time he just fucking melted
He’s kind and genuine to you, although still just a bit rough around the edges
Especially when others are around when you two are talking
You notice right off the bat how tense Soap can get when others speak to you, and you chalk it up to him just being a bit overprotective; with his line of work, that wasn’t surprising
You were indeed oblivious to the fact that he was working to protect you right under your nose; and he adored that you never found out until it was too late
I strongly believe that Soap is one of the only ones to turn to murder rather quickly, opting to protect you in more ways than just with his physical form being near
Keep in mind, people are the next target even with the wrong wrist movement; a side eye to your form, or even a stare too many
The people you talk to regularly start to dwindle down gradually
Until it’s just him that you turn your face to, which he is so, so happy about!
His favorite part is looking into your pretty eyes
When you caught him cleaning up a certain mess... Your eyes got so wide!
He thought it was so cute!!!~
Soap tried to approach you, but you kept questioning the blood on his face
“Why are you askin’? It doesn’t matter, that guy was bothering you!”
You started to cry and fight, but that was okay!
He can just wrestle you down in that chair over there with some duct tape, and you can take a breather while he finishes up over here! After that, he’ll take you home, don’t worry!
Blood is very hard to clean... but his namesake is for a reason, right?
John Price
The Manipulator
This man knows what he’s doing.
Which is obviously good for him, but absolutely not for you
It starts small at first
He calls you close to speak with him on trivial matters, ones that don’t mean much by the end of the day
This is mostly just to observe you, to watch what makes you tick and fidget
What makes your cheeks heat up...
Soon enough, those same things are playing against you
Within a week, he’s got you sitting on his desk, his warm hand gripping your thigh and his tongue deep down your throat when you’re supposed to be on duty somewhere else
You try to convince him that this is wrong; that you’re here to do your job, and this relationship was most likely against the rules
He’ll only chuckle lowly at your antics, knowing full well that you’ll always come back to him
He’ll brush your side during meetings with the group, just to see you get flustered in front of everyone
He finds you just so adorable, he can hardly stand it~
And when you decide to stop coming to see him, obviously he needed to take action
After a week of you doing your best to avoid Price, he calls you in and says it’s “urgent matters”
You rush into his office, thinking that it was a comrade’s fall or a family member on the phone for you
But no.
Price is sitting in his chair, heavy boots on the desk and a thick cigar in his hand
Your confused look is met with a deep, gravelly laugh and a short and sweet explanation
It seems that - since you decided not to listen to your superior’s orders - you were to be discharged immediately under the discretion of Price himself
Before you could even get a word in, the taller man pushes you into his desk and traps you physically as well as mentally
“What now, love? Hm...?” He asks softly, his lips brushing softly against your throat
You didn’t want to leave, this place and the people here felt like home!!
It didn’t take long for you to be begging Price for forgiveness
And, as a gracious Captain would, he grants you mercy...
(Halloween Crossover Special ft. Michael Myers, Ghostface, and Jason Voorhees)
A/N: Happy Halloween~ 🎃 Make sure to like and reblog if you enjoy my work~ <3
Warnings: gender neutral reader, NOT Billy and Stu as Ghostface, Jason is a cuddlebug don’t @ me, in this universe the slashers are real and well known, pet name “kitten” and “cutie”, stalking, multiple threats with a knife, mentions of blood, threat of being skinned alive, mention of murder, hostage in your own home, assault, reader doesn’t call the cops like they don’t in 80s horror movies lol, I call Ghostface “Ghostie” once bc I figured that would be ABSOLUTELY something he would call himself xD
October... (20XX)
Halloween was just around the corner, tonight to be exact, and you were finally getting decorations up after putting them off for the past week. All of your neighbors had started decorating what seemed like lightyears earlier; plastic skeletons and cheap cackling witches in the middle of September when it was still subtly warm. You didn’t have as many decorations as they did: a ghost or two and a little zombie arm that popped from the grass, nothing too special!
Truthfully, you would have waited just a bit longer to put up scary things, but you were trying to distract yourself from the strange things that have been happening to you since the month began.
There were mysterious phone calls constantly, and when you would pick up, only light breathing could be heard. Only once did you hear any sign of your mysterious caller, and it was a small giggle; one that made your skin crawl uncomfortably. You had tried begging the police to help you in finding who was doing this, but they wouldn’t listen.
“Look, we don’t have time for that. If you can catch proof of this person in any way, then maybe. It’s around Halloween, they’re probably trying to scare you.” Pff, what good help that would do!
The worst of these encounters was someone with a Michael Myers mask watching you from time to time. If you left the grocery store, he would be standing hidden in a cluster of buildings that you would pass on your way home. The first time this happened, you laughed it off! You thought it was just someone playing games with you, spooking you just to get you hyped for Halloween!
But, when the person scared you again and again, even after you came up to them and asked them to stop, they didn’t. He just stared at you...
“L-Look, just stop bothering me!! I know it’s near Halloween, but one time was enough!” You shuddered under his gaze, and you even heard some light breathing coming from underneath. Whoever you were talking to didn’t seem to care what you were saying, as he just stood there like you were invisible. Soon enough you gave up. Halloween was supposed to be the fun kind of scary, not this! You walked away, shaking and frustrated as the man stared at you stoic-like, his head tilted to the side.
You sighed as you shoved the zombie hand into the ground, giving it a small high five to cheer yourself up. All of these events were creepy stuff, but harmless in nature. You decided that you would ignore all the phone calls tonight, hopefully quiet with no disruptions and maybe, just maybe, you can get a good night’s sleep.
Oh, you sweet little thing... So innocent.~
Halloween night was quiet. Ever since you put your phone on silent and turned on a funny movie, your body was finally settling. A warm blanket and a nice movie, now this was help that you needed! You knew that people would be prank-calling and trick-or-treating, and you were sure that if all the lights were off, no kids would come asking for candy!
Though, you couldn’t help but wonder why some people were targeting you specifically for their scares. Was it just because of the fact that you looked so small and alone? Was it because you didn’t have your decorations up, and it was a cruel and odd punishment from some playful neighbors?
Before you could finish your thought though, a sudden and loud banging noise made you practically jump off of the couch. You quickly shrug off your blanket and grab your phone, since no one else was supposed to be in this house. Maybe it was only something outside, but better safe than sorry.
86 missed calls?!
That same asshole that keeps calling you and breathing in your ear was back, even though you blocked the number. As soon as you closed your mouth from shock, another call from the same number came through. At the same time, another thumping noise, now upstairs, happened again. You teared up, fearful and hysterical.
And, as side characters often do in horror movies, you picked up the phone this time.
“Heyyy~ You finally picked up! Good kitten...~” A deep, slightly gargled voice resonated in your brain from the speaker.
“W-What do you want from me, asshole?!” You shouted, practically sobbing as you heard heavy footsteps upstairs.
“Aw, well that’s not nice!~ We just came to say hi!” The voice cooed playfully, a small chuckle escaping them.
“P-Please don’t hurt me!” You cried, running into the kitchen and grabbing the biggest knife in the block, holding it close to you with the blade out. Your heart raced fast as the thumping footsteps suddenly stopped, making you let out a breath you had no idea you were holding in.
“We’re not gonna hurt ya, precious!~ We just wanna play with someone like you...”
“Who’s we...?” You asked shakily, looking around for possibly another person in the house.
The mysterious caller did not answer, ending the call with a sickening click.
You slid down onto the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks as the house was silent once again, but this time it was not comforting. You managed to get yourself up after some time and check every single inch of the house for the sudden intruder- or now intruders. Was it all just a prank...?
You found nothing, not even in your attic, so you decided to just get in bed and hide under the covers like a child. You figured you wouldn’t sleep, but as soon as your head hit the pillow you were a goner. You drifted off, unaware that you had forgotten to look under your bed...
As he heard you breathing, Jason finally understood that you were indeed asleep. He had to try really hard not to just grab you when you were awake, or to go downstairs earlier when you were crying. He hated hearing that, but he knew that Ghostface was only trying to spook you and get you ready for them to come in! And that was okay, right?
A small knocking on your bedroom window was heard, and Jason looked out to see that white, thin mask of Ghostface through the window as he silently asked to come in. Jason scrambled out from under the bed and quietly opened the window, letting the smaller man climb through and land softly on the soft carpet with his heavy boots.
Jason figured that this was the perfect time to do what he wanted, slowly and carefully getting into your bed with you and wrapping his arms around you. He purred deeply in his chest like a cat, nuzzling you softly with his mask. Ghostface groaned dramatically, kicking the bigger man. Apparently, Jason was not allowed to do what he just did.
“You stupid ass-” He grumbled quietly, mostly jealous that he didn’t jump into bed with you first. He would do it now if he could, but Jason was huge! He took up the whole bed!!
Your sleep was interrupted by something heavy practically on top of you, and something vibrating on your back... You didn’t own a cat...
You slowly opened your eyes, hearing the grumbling of a man at the side of your bed and another ON YOUR BED. You let out a shrill cry, causing Jason to jump and cover your mouth with his hand, which practically covered your entire face from how big he truly was. You thrashed and kicked, grabbing Ghostface’s attention with your squirming.
“Aww, the cutie’s trying to get away!” He giggled, waltzing over to the other side of the bed and bringing out his knife, Jason moving a bit to stay out of his way.
“Listen here, you little shit! If you don’t stop struggling I’m gonna skin you like a fuckin’ rabbit, you understand?!” The smaller masked man threatened, pushing his knife up against your face and near your eyeball. It threatened to pierce your skin, which made you scream even louder. Ghostface got even more angry at that, ripping you from Jason’s arms and pinning you to the floor, holding his knife high and ready to stab you out of anger and frustration with your unwillingness.
You took your chance, kicking him in the stomach and fleeing the room. You could hear Jason jump off of the bed and begin to follow you, but Ghostface only laughed heartily. He didn’t seem all that worried about you getting away, and you weren’t sure why. It didn’t matter now though, you were getting the hell out of here!
As you got down the stairs and raced to the front door, you now understood why the smaller killer was not too intent on chasing you. You ran right into another masked figure at the front door, blocking your way out. He had a knife too, but you slipped on the hard floor and couldn’t stop yourself from falling right into him. Michael grabbed you tight and you screamed, making him lift you up high and shake you to get you to stop. He didn’t want to kill you, but you were being so fussy and loud!
You could hear Jason as well as Ghostface’s footsteps behind you, making you cry even harder and Michael let out a little whine at the sound. He likes you, and that’s why he’s here! He didn’t team up with the others for nothing!
“Alright, alright. No more crying, cutie, okay? We didn’t just waste phone batteries and stalk you for months just for you to go walking out on us, huh?~” Ghostface purred, followed by the deafening sound of duct tape being stretched out from the roll and being snapped off. Jason and Michael crowded you, snuggling up and holding you against each other, both of them breathing lightly through their masks. The tape was placed over your mouth, and Ghostface giggled at the sight.
“So cute! I gotta get a picture-” He said, feeling around his outfit for his camera, to which he snapped a few photos of you in this vulnerable position. With the flash on, you could easily see the blood on all of them. Splatters here and there, all the way up to hardcore stains and large splotches. They looked fresh, which terrified you.
They refuse to tell you, but the whole neighborhood will be much quieter now!
Soon enough, you’re wrangled onto the floor where your blanket was before when Jason first came into your house. They wrapped you up tight, sat you down in between them, and they even turned on a movie for you! How nice of them, right?? They snuggled you, Jason nuzzling you close while Michael held your thigh in his hand and just... breathed. You noticed he wasn’t as animated as the others.
Ghostface took a different approach, laying his head in your lap as you all watched a scary movie, looking up at you from time to time to either touch your face or even spit out a fact about the movie that he figured you didn’t know. One time, you even tried to kick out and get back to the door, but all ol’ “Ghostie” had to do was pull out the knife again and you were just fine!
After all, there was three of them, and only one of you. You never had a chance!~
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You couldn’t help it, it wasn’t exactly comfortable sitting in the lap of someone with full armor on. His deep, slightly crackled voice in your ear was another reason you couldn’t sit still. The cool beskar was pressing on your skin as you heard him let out a deep sigh, causing you to shiver slightly.
“You said you wanted to try this with someone... Why not me?” He asked softly. You could feel his eyes burning through your skin, staring into your soul.
You hesitated to answer as your eyes wandered over to the blaster on the floor and the Amban sniper rifle still attached to his back. This man was indeed dangerous, your brain scrambled with thoughts of how many ways this man could kill you. But instead, he chose to grab you by the hips and put you in his lap.
Another sigh, this one a sigh of comfort, comes from his voice filter, his gloved hands rubbing your hips with a gentleness you never knew Mandalorians had.
“You won’t be trying this with anyone else.” He ordered, his voice still soft as not to wake the Child.
